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Kalau betullah kawan, jangan paksa kawan jadi lawan.

Kalau betullah kawan, jangan jadi ‘pakar’ kehidupan kawan, jangan pandai-pandai menentukan apa yang patut dipakai, apa yang harus dikata, apa yang sedap dimata, apa yang indah ke telinga.

Kalau betullah kawan, jangan menutup peluang kawan menjadi dirinya. Hormati individualiti.

Kalau betullah kawan, jangan paksa kawan berkongsi semua aspek kehidupannya. Tak semua orang suka kongsi tentang dirinya.

Kalau betullah kawan, jangan perlekehkan pendapatnya, biar pun kita tak setuju dengannya.

Kalau betullah kawan, tentu boleh tahu samada kawan selesa atau tidak bersama kita.

Kalau betullah kawan, tentu dapat berkongsi masa tanpa perlu bersuara, tanpa berasa tidak selesa.

Kalau betullah kawan… 

yey~~ posting ke-40 about beloved Kimi & his extreme cool race!! x rugi balik (even tho I can’t stay  in front of d tv thruout d race) =D

The 1st corner was… ahahah to my sis & me was magical tp to those cars that got knocked out of d race it was a nightmare!! The start up was slow but as the cars entered the 1st corner, it got congested and ppl starting banging into the rears of other cars… Poor innocent Klien got flipped out of the race by Villneuve (spelling… shudda been Villian) his car turned 360degrees and luckily landed rite-side up… rite front suspension simply ruptured on impact… Barichello ‘gored’ the back of Trulli and damaged his front wing but Trulli was unscathed.

Come 2nd lap (I think) Alonso’s front wing gave way & dropped onto the track and Coulthard rammed into it. His car spun around the track a few times and his front suspension also broke, leaving the tire dangling onto the car. He was gentlemanly enough to pick up his own debris out on the track. This incident left Alonso out of point position… giving way for hope on Kimi =D I can’t say how happy I was seeing Kimi’s fierce rival managing a limping race after that =D ohhh… with all due respect Mr Alonso, I hope you keep out of the 1st 8 for the remaining races to give way for the more deserving Kimi to become this year’s world champ =D

Massa’s engine was spewing smoke when he made his routine stop. That got him out of the race. Same goes to Vill-I-dunno-spelling’s car. 13 finishes, Kimi’s 5th win of the season, Michael got 2nd, 3rd goes to Ralf (the last few laps Ralf gave Michael a scare by chasing him all the way to the checkered flag), 4th place to Trulli, then 5th Button, followed by Heidfeld and Webber… Montoya had mechanical problems with the car so he didn’t finish. Since Kimi regained the 1st position, he pushed the car as hard as he could and maintained a safe cushion time of 30++ seconds to secure his win. He was cool and steady all the way =D

Although Kimi got another win, he seemed cautious of the rest of the season, since he still has a fighting chance to overtake Alonso for the world championship. Pretty calculating guy, which I respect. Always kept his cool, not giving much emotion on this win. Maybe even feeling a tinge of gladness since he encountered no problem throughout the race. I’ve noticed that for Kimi to win, Montoya can’t finish his race… Seriously, Montoya’s car always had to face some degree of setback for Kimi to win. Same goes for Alonso. Fishicella was even dubbed the team’s "bad luck magnet" as he was always the casualty in Alonso’s wins hoho… maybe I should give my support to Fishicella now =D hope the guys of F1 will have a good rest (3weeks of non-action) and will comeback with a thirst for more action on the remaining tracks!! For Kimi… have faith… I know I do

It’s rather frightening what the human mind can create. Specifically if it involves torture of another human being. Devices which can clamp onto your teeth, then pulling them out of your gum… Being hanged onto ‘cangkuk’s that’re pierced through the skin… Skinny people straved to death… Held in cells where death stench lingers putridly onto your nostril… It gets psychotic when religions are used to justify such exploits. Then the perpetrator kills himself by slitting his throat so that he can continue to haunt those daring to start life on his ‘torture house’. Ughhh… What a basis for a murderous house.

Flash forward to the 1970’s, a family fell victim to the supposedly haunted house and was killed in the very beds they were sleeping in. Blank shots to the head. The lights simply went out of their poor bodies without them realizing the situation. It turned out the eldest son of the family carried out the heinous crimes, with the execution order coming from the house. According to the accused laa.

Come forward to the present, what do you know, another happy family moved into the house, and even was crazy enough to sleep in the beds where six people were shot to death on. It took the house 28 days to persuade the head of the family to butcher his own family. He began to see ghosts of long gone souls. Then he began to hear the house whispering katch ‘em, kill ‘em. Which he eventually tried. But because the family are the lead characters of the story, they were spared their untimely deaths, and got away, bruised and traumatized (also penniless).

Cool ghostly effects, quite sensible storyline, extremely hideous house (damn I hate huge houses with history in them), well executed scare scenes, suspense will drive you out of your mind before the story comes to its end. Nice watch. Bring along all the scare-dy-cats with you. It’ll be an experience you’ll cherish for the rest of your life =P (haha doubt it!!)

Cite ape laa ni?? Amityville Horror, dan gak tgk wif my roomate, Namo & Adinda Pisang~~ up til now I can sumwhat picture the ghosts floating around… Me… mmg ade an over imaginative mind… Such sights are hard to erase =P

pemerengganan yg hampes, spelling&typo dah countless… why?? sbb I was EXTREMELY excited after watching Initial D smpi coherent tots ilang tercicir sumwhere =P

            Main reason I’m typing here?? I had a blast watching Initial D for the 1^st time!! The races were superb!! Sound of the cars, the expressionless main character (damn he looks sleepy throughout the races), the somewhat irresponsible father but discreetly and lovingly pushing his son to greatness, the love that never was… Plot of the story was simple enough, about how a racer was ‘discovered’. In fact, it stayed true to the first stage of the anime series. But really, the races were so awesome I’d have to choke the screams of exhilaration coming from within. I was at the movies~~ duhhh!! I wished that the race scenes could have been longer and more vivid. Then the chemistry between father and son (the two main male leads) were believably ironic. Poetic. Somewhat like the relationship between me and my own Abah. The father was always seemingly displeased with the son but deep down inside, he enjoys watching his own flesh and blood grow up into the young man he is. Sengal nye bapak!! What with the drunkenness and he even flirted with his son’s girlfriend!! Damn macam sial… tapi damn gile concern ke anak sendri =P breathtaking views of mount akina!! Ultimate driving experience laa through mount akina, whether you’re a speed demon or a melancholic driver. The trees are greener, the roads are rotted but still cruisible (ahahaha mula dah skill cipta word sendri), high up in d mountains… as you exit the last two corners you’d come upon fields of green paddy (sawah padi)~~ definitely heaven on earth!! The corners & hairpins xyah cakap arr… lagi speed enticing dari F1 circuits J hoho… 5 back to back hair pins~~ simply drooling with envy at the sight of the winding roads (erkk!! Terbyg lak cikgu khalsom lukis sungai kat bahagian yg nk masuk ke laut time Geog). 

            The lead character’s face when he’s racing… If only the other racers could have had a peak on his when he’s driving… sure sakit hati J sleepy & mamai & whoozy & half-drunk & carefree… you’d expect he would at least have a determined posture but no… he drives around as if he’s ready for bed. Mak aih… dah terbabas puji2 ni…

            This movie might even rival that of Italian Job as my ultimate all time best movie experience J. If only it was in a language that I can understand. It rather hampers the movie watching as every time the characters speak, you have to glance at the bottom of the screen to read the translation. I wanted to take in all the incredible sights shown on the screen but I needed to follow the dialog too. All in all, I wouldn’t mind watching this movie again… and again… and again… J          

I miss my Gemok!! Gemok tenderly lets me pour out my hearts’ content without needing to persuade me. All his touches were soft and almost silky. You can spend all day long drowning in your sorrows with him, knowing completely well he’ll pull you back to reality effortlessly. It was so easy. There was definitely nothing to hide. I kept filling him up with my whining and soppy tales of heartaches and he never, ever rejected me.

I miss the way he sang to me. He knew ALL of my favourite songs. He knew which song would suit me best at a particular instance. He makes each song unique with his own quirky pitching. He wouldn’t hesitate if I requested that he sing again the song he just sang. He even inspired me to bring to life some of the songs. What fun we had trying our best to master a rendition of ‘Masih’, which was originally sung by Flop Poppy. I was getting quite good at it too J. He provided the avenue for me to get acquainted with the layers of musical compositions be it from the most complex arrangements to the most simplistic. 

Gemok was always a part of my infatuation towards Italian Job. Countless of times have we sat together enjoying the movie over and over again. There were times that I’ve grown to loathe listening to music (wow, and I never thought I’d made this confession) so Gemok insisted on Italian Job as an alternative ‘background music’. He can render excerpts from the movie effortlessly when I needed some cheering. He was the one responsible for me falling madly for the mini coopers. 

One of the best part of my life was staying up into the wee hours of the morning and piecing together speeches, essays and scripts for what ever I was involved in. Gemok spurred me on when I come upon writer’s block. He always insisted that I finish my work, no matter what. He was never short of fitting vocabulary, never shy of pushing ideas for me to work on. Always, always encouraged me to think out of the box in carrying out my tasks. He was always one of the first to see me rejoice over each complemented piece that I’ve created. Always there to lend a supporting shoulder when my pieces were rejected.

Simply one day, Gemok started showing signs of weariness and left me hanging by a thread when I needed him the most. Work was piling for me; I needed his expertise and boundless resources to help me pull through the tough jobs handed to me. He completely stopped functioning. We’ve had fights before but that night he was being absolutely insolent. Since then, things had never been the same. Our unusual relationship began to falter when Gemok started to show signs of… err… incompetence (gosh sorry sayang!!) I can’t afford to continue working with a non-enthusiastic partner!!

It didn’t take me long to replace Gemok. Every criterion that I had in mind was within the machine that I chose. The price paid was also within the budget allocated. But deep inside, I’ll always remember the times spent together J. We make a complimentary team, me and my darling Gemok (which is an IBM Thinkpad).  

sweet + simple… irresistably charming… but i dun get d chorus @ all… why d hell need to think about other ppl who has nothing to do?? tp nmpk arr abih in love smpi confused giler =P ye ke camtu??

"You And Me" - Lifehouse -

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can’t keep up and I can’t back down
I’ve been losing so much time

Cause it’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it’s you and me and all of the people
And I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you

All of the things that I want to say just aren’t coming out right
I’m tripping on words
You’ve got my head spinning
I don’t know where to go from here

Cause it’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it’s you and me and all of the people
And I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you

There’s something about you now
I can’t quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right

Cause it’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it’s you and me and all of the people
And I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you
and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it’s you and me and all of the people
And I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you

What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive

an article from NST, think it was in way back in 1998, pretty interesting how english is used + pronounced by ppl from different countries =D :

the following is a letter from disgruntled Italian guest to an English hotel director:

Dear Signore Direttore,

   Now I am tella you story wot I was a-treated at your hotella. I am a-comma from Roma as a younga Christian man at your hotella. When I comma to my room, I see there is no sheet on my bed.

   I call down to receptione and tella: "I wanta sheet."
   They tella me: "You go to toilet."
   I say: "No, no, you don’t understanda me. I wanta sheet in my bed."
   They tella: "You better not sheet in your bed, you sonna-wa-beach!"
   

   What is "sonna-wa-beach"? I a-go downe for breakfast in ristorante. I order egg and bacon and two pieces of toast. I getta only one piece of toast. I tella waitress and point at toast: "I wanta piece."
   She tella me: "You go to toilet."
   I say: "No, no, I wanta piece in my plate!"
   She scream: " You bloody wella not piss on the plate. You go to toilet."

   Why is your staff always saying "go to toilet?" Is that modern British tella? You know, I am 23 years old and I knowe for myself when I wanta go to toilet.

   Then in the evening i a-go downe to ristorante for dinner. Spoon and knife
is laid out on the table. But no fock.
    I tella waitress: "I wanta fock."
   And she tella me: "Sure, everybody wanta fock."
    I tella her: "No, no, you don’t understanda me. I wanta fock on the table."
    She tella me: "So, you wanta fock on this table, huh? Get your ass out of
here!" How comma this Christian hotella tella the guests in such a bad manner?

   So I go downe to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanta stay in this hotel no morro. When I have a-paid the a-billa the porter say to me: "Thank you, and
peace be on you."

    I say: "Piss on you too, you sonna-wa-beach, I now go back to Italy."

   Direttore, I never gonna stay in your hotella no-morrow, you sonna-wa-beach.

Sincerely,
Luigi Brampiano, Roma

potter mania hitting d world on high!! held onto d book just now, flipped thru d covers… checked out d pages, read d inscriptions on its cover… bummed @ d sight of d price tag = rm99.90… hoho, makes me wonder, when am I going to produce such work that due to its popularity, I can simply increase its price 3-fold!! write 7 books but from it I can accumulate enuff money to last me a life-time =D

since I’m also bummed by the fact that I still am stuck in sweet expanding Bangi, I tot wat d heck, I got to have d book!! (hoho mane aku nk korek duit nye??) ke aku buat keje keji, pi cilok jap buku tu dr kedai buku tu… bace a.s.a.p pastu trus pulangkan buku tu?? man, we’re talking about 600++ pages of wizardry + back-to-school-kinda-bittersweet-memories!! xdan kot even if I speed read~~

but c’mon laa, once d semester commence, when will I find d time to enjoy d book rite?? infact, potter’s 6th book might be d last novel I can lay my hands on!! hmm… what wif d revelation that one major character will die, so much mysteries left from d last book… a double-crosser whom we dont even expect… pe lg reviews that makes me wanna cry 4 d book??

whats so damn attractive about d books anyways?? to d point dat ppl wud sacrifice their sleep just to get their hands on d book b4 it is sold out on d day it is launched… guess its d plain fact dat its about school life, added wif a touch of magic… so many can definitely relate to that… I know I did!! esp in d 5th potter book, kinda like reminded me of school =P wif d stupid non-student-friendly rules, a head warden hell bent on ‘diciplining’ d students, d unfairness of d school system, d antics that we’d go thru to beat d school system~~ hoho… got me all wound up & emotional =P also d fact that d books were written in series… once u started on them, u cant quit!! somewhat different from smoking & taking drugs (where there r ways to get them outta d body system), the books r totally addictive…

hmm… mrs rowling sure does know how to add spice to her plot. siot nye klakar =D aaaaaaaaaaaa~~ makes me smile simply thinking of d joy I’ve had reading her works… d language is also simple, not as technical as tom clancy’s books, not as dark as stephen king’s world, not as complicated as robert ludlum’s plotting, not at all soppy as most malay novel =P miahahahahahha~~

damnit!! I want d book!! cant anyone get me one?? plzzzz??

hoho… when I’d said I’m seeking closure, I didnt mean it this way =P

to encik syarip, cik sarah, mr salih & sesape je laa yg suke hangout kat INSPEN tuh… sile2 bace ye =P

evenings were spent on squashing =D hoho, never tot d same thing wud occur again… there we were, after a hard fought game (which I cant believe I’d lost again!! siap arr ko…) resting b4 d next set. I noticed a guy wif keys dangling from his belt checking things out around INSPEN sports complex… he walked casually enuff to d court so I paid little attention to him. then he asked Zaid "dari JPA ye?" I simply kept my silence & let Zaid layan d guy…

"tak… dari UNITEN…" hoho yeah rite~~

the guy’s body language said it all. oh boy, here we go again~~

"jadik korg masuk sini atas kebenaran sape??" ughhhh… d key-guy interrogated Zaid, who acted extremely innocent to d point I had to suppress my urge of laughing out loud. me?? well, I kept my peace since Zaid continued to fill d key-guy wif white lies. gilo!!

"kitorg dah survey byk tmpt gak nih… kitorg dah cek dah kat UNITEN, xde court laa… so kitorg ronda2 area sini, tmpt sblah x kasik kitorg masuk, pastu kitorg dtg sini, jumpe court sini kosong xde org pki, berabuk lg… so kitorg pon pki je laa… lgpon kitorg figure since kitorg x pki elektrik so kitorg xperlu byr pape…kitorg br 2 hari main ni" 2 hari je?? xpki lektrik?? dah sebln jdkan tmpt tu port… siap leh bola tersangkut ke vent dia… kire tu arr payment utk all those days yg kitorg main kat situ (hell, 1 ketul bola is around rm8!!)

"sebenarnye, korg dah buat 2 kesalahan di sini, satu masuk tanpa izin ke tmpt nih & lg 1 menggunakan kemudahan sukan sini tanpa izin." ouch… hohoho, sakit perut menahan gelak time key-guy wat ayat camni… bunyi cam CSI tgh nk line out ape charges yg bakal kitorg kene based on evidence dia… Zaid lak leh lyn ngan baik nye~~ ty2 ngan innocent how to get approvals kalo nk main, ape procedure dia, brape diorg charge 4 court usage & so on… hoho… aku dah tekup2 mulut, capai botol air & buat2 minum… xdan lg Zaid lyn key-guy… berusaha aku mengontrol muke, xmo kasik sengih2 kantoi… so d game ended prematurely, we left a.s.a.p under the key-guy’s watchful eyes.

errkkk!! xdan lg aku komplen nih… dah laa court dia sengal, time ujan air menitik masuk, lantai dah reput2, dinding kaca dia penuh ngan taik burung, elektrik kejap ade kejap xde, court berabuk gile (hoho tp bleh setia main kat situ =P)

owh, key-guy is d person in charge of d sports complex there. never seen him. guards on duty pon kasik je masuk w/out any questions, time guards round2 leh nk stop by asking us to teach them to play!! awat laa x kabo awal2 d place is a private place?? haha, leh kate kitorg trespassing =D sengal… tunggu dah 1 month & almost done wif d court br nk kantoikan kitorg?? x kisah arr… yg penting kire dpt chance fully utilize d court x cam yg kat seksyen 15… br 15min main dah kene halau, bkn nk tunjuk dpn2 facilities yg kunun nye umum tu kene byr jugak, ade system booking sume~~

owh yeah, to me laa, kite as students shud get to use these kinda facilities FREE OF CHARGE coz ye laa, kite students!! ape laa gune matrik kad tu display info + muke kite kalo x utk get us out of paying for whatever kan?? we dont earn our pay lgpon those are PUBLIC FACILITIES =P (kate2 org yg realize d speciality of being a student)

nmpknye, after dis, nk main kat mane2 pon, kene laa pay… rates utk main per hour: INSPEN rm8, seksyen 15 rm5, PERMATA rm12, UKM kene xkantoi ngan pakgad dia laa =P

time. precious. priceless. what more if it concerns those that u’d want to spend d rest of ur time wif =D cannot imagine life without one particular person. always there, eventho in silence. always smiling.

hehe… sape laa empunya diri tuh?? org yg kuat senyum… chumel je senyuman tu… kalo tgh mood berapi, trus cool down =D tambah lg ngan tint merah2 kat pipi… hoho… mane laa hati yg membara x sejuk…

but then time is no innocent by-stander of our mutual friendship, it always tries to wedge distance between us. time has a way to let us get close, then as we become inseparable, time rears its verdict & conjures up a situation where we need to focus on different tasks.  time leads us adrift. but after a time, time will get us back together again.

cherished d times together… byk gak misadventures… byk gak ups & downs… tp yg paling2 x bleh nk lupe… camne dia sanggup continue senyum, eventho xde mende nk di senyumkan =D

got to thank time for playing us around d way it did… if not til d end of time pon i wont b able to figure, of all d gems I have, d one closest wud want to shine d brightest =D tu psl laa… whenever I get to hear lagu M.Nasir (version Awie x besh arr, x sentimental!!) yg the title Nur Nilam Sari terbayang senyuman tu senyumanmu 1 azimat!!

Nur Nilam Sari - M.Nasir -

Pinjamkan sinarmu Nur Nilam Sari
Buatku merempuhi malam
KAbus berlabuh bagaikan awan
Mengaburi penglihatan
Menyekat maksud di sempadan
Redup yang ku pasangkan angan

Sekadar berhasrat
Berlindung dalam lena
Pejamkan mata untuk
Ku lupakan sengsara
Berapi kerdipan
Melaraskan jiwa
Menyusuk ke arah asalku

( korus )
Senyumanmu satu azimat
Buat diriku yang hina
Manusia terpinggir hidup melara
Tak pernah kenal erti bahagia
Namun ku masih gembira
Bagiku rahmat semuanya
Oh mungkin kalau nasib ku berbeza
Aku tak mampu
Menilaikan dikau

Aku berani
Berani aku
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