| UTM Convocation Ceremony 11:03 PM 8/28/2006 3rd of September 2006, Afternoon Session. I expect flowers and beautifully decorated gifts. List of People that must congratulate me: 1. My Parents 2. My Sisters 3. Haniff 4. Naim 5. Hayat 6. Sarah 7. Apek 8. Dayah 9. Ariff 10. Anyone that I consider to as a friend 11. Girls that adore me (Fangirls) 12. Guys that want to be me (Fanboys) (I'll be printing the list from 1-9, so that I can have a checklist on who has/hasn't congratulated me yet) Probably won't be online for about a week or so, so do check back when your king(me) has finally come to his senses that his people needs him on his website. For further notice, this might help, I love Sunflowers and Roses(Flaming red ones). Yes, and I'm not even kidding about this. | I love gore movies 2:00 AM 8/27/2006 Tomorrow, one of my high school friends is going to get married. Yeah, he’s like 23 years old, and he’s already stepping into the world of “I’ll wake up and look at your face everyday until one day I’m going to realize that marriage is overrated and doing it too early is somehow a big mistake”. I dunno. That really speaks just about everything in my mind right now. And recently I just found out that 2 friends of mine (both of them girls) are now happily engaged. To tell you the truth, I really don’t want to comment much on the things they did because it’ll probably be politically incorrect even though I think I’ve already stated my opinions on the paragraph above. Heh. I guess it’s just a matter of choice. Its either you want to do it or you don’t. I have my reasons, and I guess they have theirs too. My list of reasons:- 1. Still too young 2. Still too immature 3. Always thinking about fun all the time 4. Got no job, no money. 5. Can’t have any commitment whatsoever right now As if anyone would care anyways? I just made a mistake tonight. I did something that showed my fragileness in front of this particular person and let my dignity slide down the pavement just like that. Way to go Adli! You’re now officially a sissy! Go listen to stupid Indonesian love songs like Sheila On Seven, and don’t vomit. Seal the vomit way down your throat because you are now a flaming SISSY and a potential DRAMA QUEEN! You don't deserve to do manly things such as Barfing. I’m going to blame it on boredom again and go through the whole issue of me still being unemployed. Yes, when you’re bored, you get stupid ideas such as “I want to be in love” conquering your head. A stupid infatuation could end up being stuck at the back of your brain for the whole night, and NOOO, I’m not going to let this one get to me. I just bought a DVD movie titled “The Hills have Eyes”. It’s one of those gore movies and I’m going to enjoy seeing people’s heads being ripped off and I would even laugh if someone’s knee cap got seriously busted in this movie. Yes, I’m a man, I have my egos and this is how I deal with things:- If somehow the person reading this right now is a therapist and have some thoughts on how I should deal with my problems, I would suggest that you…. GO AWAY! BEFORE I GO ALL "DAWN OF THE DEAD" CRAZY ON YOU AND EAT YOUR LUNGS OUT! Hahaha, this entry really really made me feel better about myself. Which is sad in a lot of ways... | More Credits 12:47 AM 8/25/2006 Thanks to Naim for giving her opinions on how this site should look like. One of her greatest contribution was that she gave me an idea to use the word "Gallery" instead of "Pictures" for my photos section hahahaha. Visit her page here! Is that good enough Naim? By the way, this ain't no cheap publicity, it's just publicity, period. Hehehe | Fantasize, the things you do when you're unemployed 3:17 AM 8/24/2006 The things I’d do if I had a camera 1. take pictures of myself 2. take pictures of myself 3. take pictures of myself 4. take pictures of my toilet 5. take pictures of my facial hair 6. take pictures of myself 7. take pictures of my nails 8. take pictures of the sunrise 9. take pictures of myself 10. take pictures of my foot Do I sound like a self obsessed maniac? Don’t answer because you know I wouldn’t care much. Anyways, I should consider photography as a new hobby. I see myself always gasping in awe every time I see a beautiful picture being taken. Having a nice eye on things is a very good quality that I would really love to acquire. Another hobby I would love to start is reading. A friend of mine suggested a book just the other day, and when I read the synopsis of the book, I found myself greatly interested on what the book had to offer. The thing is, there’s no real bookstore in Batu Pahat that would sell those types of books. All I see are stupid love stories, “bestsellers that were turned into movies” types of books and of course, motivational books. NOT INTERESTED, go open a coffee shop or something. Might do a huge favor for caffeine addicts. OR... I could just diss all these stupid fantasies I have and START GETTING A JOB! The next few entries that will be done on this site would probably contain the text “I’m bored with my life”. So always be on the look out. The first to find it would get a grandfather clock to remind him/her on how much time he/she has wasted trying to locate the text. | Life Lesson #1 4:39 AM 8/23/2006 “Having an infatuation for someone is just like having an enema when you’re a guy. First you’d get all excited to know what it feels like, but then you’d end up being in a state of depression.”- Sir Adli Speaking of enemas, find tips for it here! p/s: To my dear readers, once you're done reading this, I'm sorry for being a disgusting prick. | Genre: Suspense Thriller 3:08 AM 8/20/2006 Cast Me – Hero Sarah – A friend of mine Wan – Sarah’s younger brother Elly – A friend of mine (This is a guy by the way, despite the very feminist nickname) Elly’s friend – Elly’s friend So me, Sarah and Wan were heading back to Batu Pahat after attending a convocation ceremony in UKM. We took off around 10pm from Bangi. I, being the genius that I am made a decision that we would take the Pagoh route back to Batu Pahat. Now, any Johorean would probably know that Jalan Pagoh is a very scary route to take, especially at night. There have been rumors saying that robbers would lurk there, throw nails so that when a car passes by and end up having a punctured tyre, they would just jump in and rob the bejickles out of them. By the way, I don’t know what bejickles mean, it’s just a word I created out of the excitement. Anyways, there were also stories about ghosts there on which I wouldn’t want to get into because its like 3 am right now… don’t judge me for who I am. And so, we reached Jalan Pagoh at around 12 am. We tried our best not to talk about the horrific stories we’ve heard about this road. So, just like any other normal human being, we tried to distract ourselves by talking about… yes; you guessed it, Relationship Stuffs. This type of topic is very distracting, you can really get into it, and if your group only consist of an All-Male Cast, you can easily be mistaken as a gay clique. Thank god we had Sarah in our group. Anyways, Wan was driving at that time when suddenly we heard a noise as if there was something stuck on the car’s tire. At first I thought the car was straying too much to the middle of the road and the noise came from the thumping sound it made from hitting those reflecting mirrors on the divider. I told Wan to go left, but then he gave me the unbearable news any traveler wouldn’t want to hear when their in the middle of Jalan Pagoh. My face instantly turned green. Not that anyone would notice at that time, since my skin is quite dark. Darker than the average dark if I might add. Wan suggested that we needed to pull off at the side of the road. I insisted that he shouldn't, fearing that some group of illegal immigrants are preparing a celebration party after their plan of trying to rob 3 moneyless 20++ year olds have finally worked. Their plan list would’ve probably looked like this: 1. Kisses and Hugs family for good luck 2. Throw nails 3. Wait 4. Stab the strongest person in the group (Wan) on the chest using one of the nails 5. Choke the second strongest person in the group (me) until he barfs out some money 6. Grab money and the girl in the group (Sarah) 7. Come back home with evil laugh (This is compulsory) 8. Make celebration party and celebrate till dawn. So I told Wan to drive a few kilometers more until we could get a glimpse of houses within the area. I told Sarah to call Elly to come and help us because, yes, I’m an idiot, the spare tyre in my car wasn’t attached to the spare rim. Don't even bother to ask why. We came to a T junction, took a right, then stopped at some Chinese house. It was surprising that they didn’t even come out to take a peek at us at all because we were quite loud at that time. They were too sleepy to even care probably. I told Sarah to tell Elly our location at that time. Then me and Wan started going through the manual of the car because, believe or not, I didn’t know how to get the jack out of the car, it was stuck or something. What can I say, I’ve never had a tyre problem before and because of that I tend to be very careless about things like, I don’t know, “prepare the car for a long journey” perhaps? Human Beings were raised to be this way (In case any Extra Terrestrials out there would probably be curious). Elly and Elly’s friend arrived half an hour later. I gotta tell ya, these 2 dudes are professionals at changing spare tyres. Not that it’s that hard, but they were working it as if someone was timing them or something. So he fixed the car, and escorted us till we arrived home. We arrived around 1.15 am, and oh boy was I glad to be home, and I haven’t been glad to be at home for a while now since things have turned pretty dull here lately. The next morning I checked the punctured tyre, and hey, there was a nail stuck on it. But then the mechanic told me that the nail could’ve been there for about a week or so until the tire would've given up and blew. So it wasn’t a group of immigrants who sabotaged the car, it was me and my careless, ignorant self…. Highlighted quote I made that night “Kalau Wan takde skali dalam geng kita ni, memang ada dua perempuan je la dalam group ni” Considering that I wouldn’t know where to start when it comes to changing tires, that would probably make me a girl…. BLEGH | Credits to Haniff 2:38 AM 8/20/2006 Thanks to Haniff for referring me to HaloScan. HaloScan gives out free service so that whenever people would come to your site, they can comment on your blog or whatever it is that you have in there, and plus they can promote their site too with every comment that they would make or in other terms what people would refer to as "Cheap Publicity". Talking about cheap publicity, here's one for ya Pattern Recognition 2 There, you happy now Haniff? hahahaha | Apek's Convocation pictures 3:24 AM 8/19/2006 Uploaded some pictures on a very recent convocation ceremony I went in UKM. Check it out at the pictures section. Something happened when we were on our way back home to Batu Pahat. Would love to write about it, but I'm just too damn tired right now, maybe later. | A very boring yet fun conversation 10:59 PM 8/16/2006 My life is boring, yet in some ways, if you look at it closely, it seems like something fun has always been there. Here is me having a very normal/boring/fun conversation on Yahoo Messenger with my friend, Azam amanoginjin: wei, bile nk kasik surat wakil amek jubah amanoginjin: aku esok nk gi amek nih azam_engineer: weekend ni azam_engineer: atau weekend minggu dpn azam_engineer: heheheheh amanoginjin: hek ele amanoginjin: esok aku dah nk gi la amanoginjin: serius azam_engineer: bohong amanoginjin: bohong? azam_engineer: esok utm cuti amanoginjin: mane ade azam_engineer: esok yg ada jubah imam je amanoginjin: ko tak gi tgk website ke? azam_engineer: tu pun dah kena sambal amanoginjin: utm.my/convo amanoginjin: dia kate 17hb dah leh amek jubah azam_engineer: poyo amanoginjin: mane ade amanoginjin: aku serius la azam_engineer: ko tipu amanoginjin: mane ade azam_engineer: aku tahu amanoginjin: hek ele amanoginjin: aku serius la azam_engineer: hok alo amanoginjin: aku serius la azam_engineer: ko tipu amanoginjin: mane ade azam_engineer: pasal 17hb tak logik amanoginjin: aku serius la azam_engineer: aku serius amanoginjin: hek ele azam_engineer: 17 tak logik amanoginjin: hek ele azam_engineer: kalau 18 logik amanoginjin: aku serius la amanoginjin: mane ade azam_engineer: ko copy paste amanoginjin: mane ade azam_engineer: ko copy paste amanoginjin: mane ade azam_engineer: ko copy paste amanoginjin: mane ade azam_engineer: bodo amanoginjin: mane ade amanoginjin: ok2 amanoginjin: aku mengalah amanoginjin: ko dah dapat hadiah ari jadik lum? azam_engineer: mana ada azam_engineer: ko ari tu amanoginjin: hek ele azam_engineer: dapat apa amanoginjin: mane ade amanoginjin: asal ko diam zam? azam_engineer: aku bising azam_engineer: tp malas nk tulis azam_engineer: hahahaha amanoginjin: oh Apparantly my friend there doesn't know the function to repeat your sentences, so instead of pushing the key "up", he copied and pasted the words "copy" and "paste" and repeatedly did this twice. A bunch of geniuses my friends turn out to be.. | I have too much free time 2:17 PM 8/16/2006 My computer needs a major overhaul. It’s new, with the age of just a couple of months, but since that god hatred virus, brontox (brontok, sagging-bra, what ever you call it) has invaded my pc, my computer hasn’t been working the way it used to. I know what needs to be done; it’s just that I’m too lazy to do it. You see, getting my bum up from my computer chair is as hard as trying to tell a homeless, moneyless begger from across the street to get a job. It’s not like I have a job myself, but at least I have parents to feed me. Anyways, back to the main problem, my laziness. I haven’t been waking up early lately, and I have been such a lazy lardass for quite sometime now. I have constantly told myself that I need to make a schedule. You know, one of those schedule that says “Monday 8am, go jogging, 10am water the plants, 3pm take a bath, 4am listen to annoying hiphop songs on hitz.fm”. But what I have learnt about myself after being alive for 23 years, I procrastinate a lot. Not that anyone doesn’t, but I know that whatever that goes in my head, tends to just stick in there for quite sometime. Until something major happens then, all those ideas would just flow out surging like the words from the mouth of Karpal Singh whenever he thinks that his ideas are things that people would actually care about. So, why am I like this? Did I go through some kind of special training to be this much of a lazy bum? Or were all those years in the university taught me that being a hasty prick wouldn’t do me any good? I was very lazy in my varsity days, and my results turned out average, very average, which was something that I have been striving for nearly 23 years of my life. Now that I’ve mentioned it. being lazy has its advantages. 1. People won’t notice you if you’ve been asleep the whole day. 2. Your parents won’t even care about telling you to do chores. 3. You would save up a lot of money if you don’t get out a lot. 4. You get to see the surprise on people’s faces when you get out of bed. Although those advantages can be very tempting, the disadvantages are also quite noticeable 1. Your parents won’t love you anymore. 2. You get fat. 3. You have no friends 4. Your new computer will forever be screwed if you can’t find the motivation to fix it. 5. You’ll find that the distance between your toilet and your bed pretty far, especially when you’re having a very bad stomachache. So what I think I need to do now, is, get a pretty good balance out of both. Being lazy and active at the very same time. How do I pull it off you ask? Easy. All I need to do is be active and pull out a very lazy face while I’m being in that state, so that people would still be afraid to tell me to do chores, and love me nevertheless. I’m such a frigging genius. | Site Updated 5:24 AM 8/3/2006 Picture section is up, will add more when I get some motivation Improving oneself 4:05 PM 8/2/2006 I need to learn new things. Yea, there’s the guitar, just waiting for me to nibble on the fretboard. I’ve recently found out that the way I play out spontaneous solos have been the same lately. Bluesy with a pinch of jazz(?), and I’ve been pulling out the same old play for a while now. I have seen this happen to some people, who in time just got bored of playing the same old thing just because they don’t have a teacher to guide them some other useful tricks. And eventually, after becoming bored they would just sit down and stare at the moon all night. The thing is, I don’t want to learn some other new tricks developed by some weirdos in the 80s. I want to create something new. I know exactly why most guitarists (Malaysian guitarist if I might add) would turn to metal as they go higher up the scale. They became too technical. Arpeggios? THEY ANNOY ME. So much that I really do want to beat up anyone who picks up a guitar and try to impress people with it. Ugh. “I know how to play arpeggios. Look at how my fingers go up and down, vertically and horizontally on the fretboard. ARE YOU IMPRESSED?” NO. Instead of creating something new, people have since been too attached to the past. Haven’t we had just about enough Malmsteen or Dream Theater types of song? Anyways, since my dad hasn’t been supporting me enough when I recently told him that I wanted to learn Jazz music, I’ve decided to do it on my own. HAHA. Yea, it sounds courageous and dumb, but I personally don’t care anymore. I’m going to go out and buy nearly all the jazz videos available in Batu Pahat. Which is not much. About a year ago I bought a John Scofield tutorial video on Jazz, I wonder where I hid that one. I remembered it being easy to understand. You see, when it comes to jazz, its not the modes or scales that makes it jazzy. Its how you play it. Mr John Scofield played the normal Do Re Mi scale and it still came out jazzy. Being the idiotic apprentice I am at that time, my jaw fell down nearly hitting the floor where I stood. And there’s still one more thing I need now. A band. A band that won’t object to anything I want, a band that I would treat as robots. A band that won’t deny me if somehow I wanted to play improvised jamming for the whole day. A band that knows where to go and flow where they should just in case I wouldn’t have the time to concentrate on them while we’re jamming. A band I can feel safe to be with. Blegh, NOT GONNA HAPPEN. I’m not that lucky. | |