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Friday, July 20, 2007

“Zombie Kg Serdang”


Have you watch Zombie Kampung Pisang Movie by Mamat Khalid? I did. I rarely watch Malay movie in cinema.I think only 2, plus this movie. The previous one was film by Aziz M. Osman, Seri Dewi Malam. Actually I refused to watch it at first, but my girl insisted. I thought, Aziz M Osman, he’s quite a good film director but Seri Dewi Malam = hampeh. Same with Zombie Kg. Pisang. The reason why I watched this movie because Spiderman 3 was fully booked at that time.

Speaking of Zombie, currently I felt like one. Because of my sleeping problem, I don’t have enough rest. My mind wants to work, but my body wants to recharge. I didn’t sleep last night. Could’t sleep actually, so I continue finish my side bizz work which the due date is today. Thought I can complete the task before lunch but, around 9a.m o’clock, I started staring at the screen doing nothing. My body does nothing but my mind still processing. After an hour, I made up my mind. I can deliver it by today. Not strong as before. Old days, can stay up for 2 days without felt like this Zombie thingy, now I can’t. Have to accept the fact that , we become old and older everyday.

By the way, today I received my last 2 month overdue salary. @t last.What a relief. The management fulfills their promises. Speaking of promises, I promise my client to deliver it by today but I didn’t. Called her just now regarding this. Lie a bit to gain the time. Luckily, she consider it. Damm. I’m not really committed as before. Lots of distraction lately. Need to focus. Gather back my strength. But for now, I try my best to stay in the game.

Ok, I felt like flying now. Felt stupid. Felt like a dumb. Felt like getting high, like taking marijuana. That’s the felt that I describe as Zombie. Zombie at Serdang.Right now, right here.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

"The eyes"

Plus today, almost 2 night i didn't sleep. My eyes still opened (not very wide open but still open). Why? because i can't sleep when i want to sleep and I felt sleepy when I supposed not to sleep. Got the different?

Last night, i almost fall asleep, but i force myself to stand strong and stay wide because of the dateline that i've to commit. With a box of Winston Light (damm rokok naik harga!) + malta drink + kopi jantan, I complete the mission.

Around 5a.m in the morning, I want to sleep for few minutes but I can't. Eyes closed but mind still working and don't want to stop.

At work, i want to sleep but I can't coz today I'm doing out office task.

After work I still want to sleep but still can't do that coz, me and my friend went out looking for house to rent.(My housemate getting married this Dec. So, got to find a new house).

After our mission failed (around 1.00 a.m) I drop them at Sunway and start driving back to Seremban. Damm! This is the biggest challenge coz driving alone make you want to sleep badly. My eyes were half close and my mind said "Bangunnn...Pandang depan...Tahan skettt!!". After fighting all the way from KL to Seremban, even, sometimes my mind got beaten by the eyes, I manage to arrivr safe and sound.

Time to get a real sleep. Shit!, forgot! I promise my client to mail one design prototype.Arrghh, i want to sleep! but....3.30a.m , mail sent...perghh!! relieve gile....

Ok, now can sleep.Aiiyakk...my mind don't want to stop working again, so here I am, writing this blog, hoping can I can close my eyes peacefully coz my leg starting to hurt, head seems start spinning and vision beginning to play tricks...Is this what they called Insomania or Insomnia or Insomalia or whatever Inso or mania?

I think it's time.Cant type right.Tired, sleepy, dizzy, and whatever = bye-bye. I gone to bury you with my precious sleep. Zzzzzzzz.................

Saturday, July 14, 2007

“2007 Mid Year Wrap-Up”


Seven is my lucky number. There was a reason, and it was definitely just not a random selection. To me, sEven is significant almost everything. For example, in Islam, there were 7 layers that perform this atmosphere. 7 is the total “ayat” in surah Al-Fatihah. For techy world, there are 7 layers in OSI model, In casinos, the line 7-7-7 (triple seven, not seven hundred seventy-seven) is a common winning line on slot machines. In our day life, it has 7 days a week, but when people ask me why I choose this number, I reply back “It was the number of Eric Cantona’s jersey”. To tell you the truth, Cantona was the 1st football player I know since him wearing the no. 7. I never like football anyway. By giving such an answer, people will stop asking for more explanation and I can save my breath for others. So, suppose to be 2007 was my lucky year but it seems that luck is not on my side.

I was a man that lives with principal. To me, as long as it doesn’t breach the border, you are free to go. Maybe this stuff known as “Bullshit” to the ladies, but no offences, that is the reason, why ladies can’t lead. Maybe most of the man will agreed with me. Man that like to watch “Godfather & scarface” type of movie. Man that will see black as a black and not pretend that as a white. Man that has a gut to step up for what he believes it’s truth. Man that doesn’t afraid to the commitment. Man that we can call the Man. But last night, I dishonor the thing that I value most, my principal. I did few things that I’m not proud of, and maybe the thing that my parent regrets to give birth to me as his son, I guess.

Why? It was because last night was the night that I been afraid of. The night that I loose my judgment as a man. As a wise man. Why? Because last night was the night that my level of frustration, anger and hate are beyond limits. Never felt this way before and it fucking hurts. Last night was the night that I felt all those principal are bullshit. All the ethics are nonsense.

Well, below are the mid year wrap-up for my so-called “lucky” year:

a) Love life: Things start quite smooth in the beginning of the year, but become a bit shaky in the middle. It felt like you riding a bike on a long road. It was a fun ride at 1st. The ride was smooth in the beginning but suddenly, I’ve passed by a bumpy road. Decided to continue the ride, I began to handle the bike with care. While playing with the throttle and done some balancing, I kept on going and hoping this bumpy road will turn to a smooth sail road. But until now, it still bumpy and seems to getting worst. Don’t know what went wrong. As rider of the bike, you will use all the skills that you have to make it works. That’s for sure. But remember, it was not an easy task, and of course, a right hand of co-rider is important to make the mission success. Last but not least, Gods will. But, honestly, now I’m confused about all this. Don’t know what to believe anymore.It seems that hope will be remain as hope.

My mother used to say, “If God says that it does belong to you, at the end of the day, it will come as God’s plan. Just have some faith”. Mom, thanks for the advice. You are the best mom in the world.

b) Brothers: Being the only man in the family, this brotherhood spirit is important to me. I used to have a lot of friends that I called brothers. I repeat, “I used”. It was my high schools friend. Batch of Meranti. 10 years ago, almost every members of Meranti would sacrifice for each others. Blood in, blood out. Almost 100 plus of us. We shared tears and joy together. Food and pillow together. But now, Batch of Meranti is dead. I repeat, DEAD. Hard to believe but that’s the truth. The spirit slowly fades away. This year supposed to be our 10 years of gathering but I don’t know if It will happened as it should be. Deep down inside, I still hope this 10 years get together will be time to remember.

c) Career: I think I’ve been cursed. Currently, it is my 4th job. All previous company and even the current company I work and used to work end-up either “bungkus” or having a bad financial crisis. I realize, it was a business nature, but what the fuck! Don’t let other people pay for your own mistake. My salary has been overdue about 2 months. Why I didn’t quit and start looking for other job? Because this is the only company (that I used to work) that gave a bunch of knowledge. However, every living thing on earth has it owns limit. Currently, my indicator almost reaches the max level. Almost. Just wait for a few weeks and see how.

d) Business: This is only thing that going quite well. Alhamdullilah. Thank God. The opportunity keep coming in and sometime I have to say no. My hands are full. I barely sleep. However, live must go on. All this is my preparation for end of the road. Hopefully.

Now, I still try to strength up here and there. Try to stick back to what I believe and hopefully, when year 2008 comes, 2007 will end as my lucky year.

Monday, July 09, 2007

“Live to Ride” Part 0ne

Today is Wednesday and now 10.54 a.m. I’m still here, at home writing this blog. Have an appointment later around 12 p.m at KL. Malas btol laa…..

I love bike. Love riding bike. I learn my 1st ride when I was 11 years old with my grandpa bike. Honda C70. Together with my cousin, I stole my grandpa bike and ride around kampong. Yup , that the 1st thing I did when I visit my grandpa. hehehe.

I got my 1st bike before I entered the matrix. Right after I’ve I got my SPM’s result. It was a gift from my parent. To get the bike, my parent play butter thread with me. I must memorized doa semayang(a prayer). Of course, after a few days, I took the test with my parents as a judge and graduate with flying colors. huhuhuu. That was my parent way of giving things.win-win situation So, my first bike is Modenas Kriss 110cc.The rempit world began. While waiting for the UPU result come out, I join a group of budak motor. So here the daily routine:

  • 12.00 p.m : Wake up

  • 1.00 p.m : Gathered at one of the bus stop in my residential area

  • 1.30 p.m : Convoy to Shopping Mall “A”

  • 1.45 p.m : Lepak at Shopping Mall A’ food court
    • Activites:
      • Flirting
      • Having a light lunch
      • Play arcade games
      • Patch sticker etc.

  • 3.00 p.m : Convoy to Shopping Mall B
    • Activites:
      • Flirting
      • Tea time
      • Mess with other people
      • Patch sticker etc.

  • 6.00 p.m : Going back to the 1st check point, the bus stop
  • 7.00p.m : Going back home.
  • 10.00 p.m : Gathered at check point no. 2, the staircase and lepak.
  • 1.00 a.m : If there is a bike race, convoy to the race track
  • 3.00 a.m : Going back to sleep

That’s the routine cycle occur almost everyday. But, it doesn’t last long. Only one month or two because, I think it was a waste of time, but no regret. For me, it was a life experience. Most of my rempit friend still alive, changed their interest to cars. 2 of them, rest in peace, bike accident. 1 of them opens a car wash at USJ, and doing a part-time car wash trainer. The others, I don’t know.

"3 kali accident, baru expert handle motor". That was the principe that we used. Actually it was bullshit! But what do you expect from youngsters at that time. With this bike, I already experience all 3 accidents which the last one I end up at hospital and it was the ending of my Kriss story.

Modenas Jaguh was my second bike. At 1st, my interest is more 2wards sports bike. With this Jaguh, it’s been divert to chopper style bike. After a month I "pimp" the bike, my Jaguh was hit by a motorcycle while me and my girl ride on it.Yup,it was 1st Jaguh's accident and 1st experience for my girl. Pity her, end-up lying on the bed 4 a few days and it left a little memory on her hand....Sorry girl...7 years with this 175cc bike and it’s time 2 get a real deal.

to be continued.....