Anatomy Of A Stupid.

The idea of a flag.

Well, that’s my sorry excuse for decorating my blog for Merdeka. Not many ideas in mind, so don’t make me start rapping the Negaraku in Chinese

packed

My clam died.

I’d love to make an interesting entry about my trip to Desaru, Johor but the fact of the matter is that the trip simply wasn’t interesting at all. For me at least, since I picked up a high fever, bad sore throat (the one which you literally have to close your eyes when gulping) and headache just before leaving, and it’s all thanks to the phlegm next to my nose also known as my sinus infection. Thinking back about it, perhaps it’s not too bad of an idea to go for a full op to remove the little critters. No matter about that. So, I guess only the jet ski ride was all smooth. I almost sunk it in the middle of the danger zone. With Alex on my back. Can’t blame me! the red flag was obviously too small. Well, after that, we cought a bunch of sea doodles, including clams, which me, Alisa and Anthony got. Which yes, you’ve guessed it, died today because I didn’t get to replace the salt water in time. I was thinking of going to the Klang river to get some, but then suddenly my geography skills kicked in and I remembered that water flows from the river to the sea, not the other way around. So much for that lah! So now, the tank (actually just a used ice cream container haha) looks numb and is flushed with green and this weird pasar malam stench. Well, we took it for the shells, so I don’t think it should be a big problem. Except cleaning. I’ll just pack it up and bag it and let the siblings find out what happened to them themselves and they’ll clean it up for me. Muahahaha! I’m so evil.

Conflict Of Interest.

Recently, I’ve been in touch with amy talking to her about the problems she’s going through with her chocolate aidil and it seems that at the moment aidil doesn’t seem to be himself as he never called amy for quite some time already, and he’s been dodging amy’s calls also. It’s very hard to advise amy on this, because he doesn’t sound very sane and normal from what he’s doing. I understand before he left for sbp, they were very much alright and had no problems at will in communicating and this year is their second year together. Something spiked aidil, just nobody knows what. I was actually awestruck and dumbfounded when amy told me that he gave the excuse for not answering her calls is saje je (known as for fun in english). Even for a regular kid on the block, you’d assume that nobody would just go around saying this kinda thing out of thin air you see, and this is why I’m having problems helping myself help amy, so sorry lah ayms, I’m still trying to figure out what’s the malfunction with him. On a side note, two days ago, amy asked me to call up aidil and just have a friendly conversation with him and with a low profile, try to fit amy into the picture. This is fine with me, but the problem is, it was 2 in the morning! amy you truly are crazy.

In the process, amy also (indirectly) introduced me to her kawaii friend, aeisyah. aeisyah is pretty cool I’d say, she likes blink 182 too, like me of course, but unfortunately she was was the first to break the sad news to me that 182 is no more, but she says that its news from centuries ago, and I’m so outdated, and so lame. haha. Yeah, that’s all I know about her at the moment, of course I don’t know her that well yet lah! I mean we’ve just met like two days ago and everything, but one thing’s for sure aeisyah is cool lol. yea, she’s the girl at the rock show alright

I’m too old for this.

For the second time in a row of holidays, I got admitted into the hospital AGAIN and it’s for the same damn reason, some fogging high fever, also known as the "suspected" dengue. Y’know, I’d thought that my parents would take this as a sign that those damn aedes mosquitoes should be exterminated but nooo… they just gave me two cans of ridsect to sleep with. My dad just keeps rambling about how he was in the army last time and that he had to sleep with mosquitoes in his pants or something like that and mom? her alasan is even better! she says she that I talk about mosquitoes too much that she can’t differentiate if whether I’m talking about the pest or my motorcycle *slaps forehead* Bah! So yesterday I got to the hospital and the doctors say it’s a bacterial infection and it could be dengue, and that they would take a blood test if my medications don’t work but good old dad just had to insist that I take the blood test on the spot. Okay, fine, I’m phobiatic to needles and he knows that! but he still insisted that I do something optional. I dont know what happened, but this doc poked me once near my elbow and she kept saying the blood wont come out. What? You tell me. then she took 2 more needles and makes one go in at my wrist and thank god this time my veins co-operated and the blood was taken out successfully. I just hate needles. Thank god today I’m feeling a bit better and the doctor confirmed that I don’t have dengue.

Speaking about mosquitoes, yesterday I went to MZ glenmarie with the intention to service my moskito but they were too busy, so I *had* to go back to Maju to do the service job. Visiting Maju can be such a pain sometimes, they love to push people who look like kids (like me) to the side eventhough there’s nobody else for them to attend to. Since it’s my friend’s parent’s shop, I won’t criticize it that much, for now at least. So I got it tuned and serviced, changed the oil to use Fuchs’ Silkolene Synthetic oil and got a plug change, but I noticed that when the mech was draining the oil, there also particles and stuff coming out through the line, so I asked him about it and he says that it’s particles from the engine wall or something like that and he says it happens if I speed before reaching the first service period. Whoops! Looks like I really need to pamper it now, since I’ve already abused it on the first day even. No wonder it acts like it ran out of petrol even when the needle says that I have a bit more gas left..

Also, two days ago when I was at the section 8 flat area basketball court, I managed to try out amiro’s moskito which is one of the older models, on a 9K mileage period and I found that his was so noisy that it seemed like it was a 2 stroke diesel engine, but the pickup was better than mine which is a just born 1.2K one. This was before the service though, I hope after a while when the new oil gets to know the engine a little bit better the performance would increase. Even a little would help. I was searching for some tips on maintaining the moskito and any info on this moskito clan called ‘aedes’, which I think I’ve spotted before moving in large numbers at one time going around Shah Alam, and stumbled into this forum and it’s really helping so far! I also found this, there seems to be a hype over this other Taiwanese brand, called CPI, which seems to also has a model similar to MZ’s moskito for sale, except it looks WAY better than the moskito, I mean can you disagree?

I’ll take the blue pill, please.

That’s the CPI, I’m not sure what’s the model, but can you believe this is a stock motorcycle? I can’t believe it honestly, I still think it’s a custom one, but from what I understand, this *is* stock *gulps* How I wish I can have this one.. Be thankful, dammit! I’ve found that a number of other people who "rempit" at first dawn like me also have the same problem with the gas. I’m still looking into joining aedes and hopefully this Friday I can actually thicken my face and go to their meeting at Jentayu Section 7, though I don’t even know if this is an aedes gathering, as I’ve only spotted them a few times on Friday nights and they don’t have aedes tags on their plates (most aedes members have aedes stickers or tags everywhere on their moskito, especially the number plate), but who cares right? When your face is thick, you could do anything.

Of HyperThreading and Multi Tasking..

My my my, am I really ready to do this? To build and raise three blogs at the same time? To issue tech news that matters in geckoandee.com , to ramble about the daily thoughts of life here and to rant about how great being a malaysian is despite the fact that others drive like shit in xanga.com/malaysian . Considerations are to be made, people! Add math will most probably not allow this though.

Let’s Define NBTD.

NBTD, phrs. adj. :- The term "nothing better to do", describes the emotion of boredom - "that man has NBTD rather than collecting carts at the Giant", "wahsey, you NBTD ar?", etc.

Great! It was a Sunday and mom and dad ditched me at home all alone, what else was I to do? mbek, I went out lah what else, first I thought I’d get some grub from McDonalds but then I remembered that I only had RM7.65 in my pocket so I thought I’d go feed my moskito instead. Headed to Shell and filled it up to the choking level and went around Shah Alam some more until I came across the moskito flank again for the second time in a weekend and this time decided to shamelessly trail them. To the stadium. For what you ask?

At first, I thought they were going to watch the go-kart race, but then I heard a lot of aimless screaming and shouting so I pulled over to the side of the road and saw some RX-Zs and 125ZRs zooming around in the parking lot next to the go-kart track doing wheelies, evil knievels, ding dongs, etc and they were surrounded by a huge crowd. It was a motorcycle stunt fest and gathering of hooligans, performed by normal people. Does this sound right? which turd allowed them to do this again? For the hell of it, I parked and put the dual stand on and enjoyed the show. Despite the fact that there’s a huge tree blocking my view, I was alright with it, but the tree seemed to have blocked every drop and collision. Damn. Bah, there wasn’t even paramedics, I knew it was an activity unpermitted. Basically they were doing the same stuff over and over again, until a car came in and took the spotlight. Drifting here and there like he’s in a videogame. Then came another car, this time it’s a 1970’s NISSAN STATIONWAGON! haha lol us spectators we’re laughing our asses off when it first attempted to drift because the back left tyre punctured just as soon as he skidded the tarmac haha I couldn’t stop laughing. I have to admit, there were better performances. Well, at 7PM most of the cycles were setting out but I thought that mean they were going back for dinner, so I went to pick up Adrian and came back to the lot at 8 and everybody was gone, *except* for the stationwagon That’s not right! they should have it until the break of dawn, so that we could see more injuries, collisions, and tyres exploding. My hands wasn’t even sore from the clapping yet =(

Being all aimless again, we thought it’d be a waste to let the night go off so easily, so, for the first time, I set out for Bangsar with a passanger on my back. But Adrian thought of going to KL and I thought of going to Jalan Raja Laut to spectate the free "Litar Seri Malam" shows since at every red light there’s an asshole ready to give up his life and his motorcycle. Too far lah! he shouted, so okay lah, since the motorcycle lanes on the Federal highway we’re built by some motherfogger who can’t coordinate signboards well, we ended up on Jalan Maarof in the end anyway.

Someone was in the mood to wet his eyes, so we pulled over infront of a restaurant that *actually* had a parking spot for us poor motorcyclists and headed to the night market on the street where Devi’s Corner was at. I thought we could go to Fuyu or Madam Kwan’s for dinner really but since I forgot to take some extra money, we had to settle for something from the night market. And besides, he was wearing a t-shirt and 3/4 pants which had a whole composition on it and basketball shoes, which in real life, makes you look like an ah long on a budget for clothes or expensive underwear. So the perv went yapping about how there were so many "ang-mohs" there and visited every stall which had a visit from them, especially the ladies. I couldn’t tolerate that so I, for a moment, went seperate ways to check out some other stuff, which is actually nothing much. He bought some QQ (jelly thingy) juice.. shake… thingy and I bought a sugar cane drink, I thought we could pick up some DVDs or what not but it seems like all the sellers are scared shit to do open air business nowadays. This reminds me of something DMX said last time on a promotional ad in MTV.

                            buy
                    original
                            or
                               die,
                                   fool.

Okay, so there was nothing much for us to see or do, perhaps I’ve just wasted 2.765 litres of petroleum coming to Bangsar for nothing. I couldn’t stop there. On the way back, we stopped by the stadium again, this time nobody was there. It’s our time now. Haha! No lah, we just went around the lot trying to re-create those stunts that the kapcais did, obviously I couldn’t do any since I’m too fogging heavy to do it. Ah well, it’s nothing big, I just thought we could go into Ronnie Q’s or something for a drink, but really our dressing was too oblivious to permit us in, so we just had some fried rice and went home, after we went around Shah Alam visiting some of our friends. Total petrol usage for Sunday? 4.67 litres! thats a new record, everybody!

Pinned Down.

edit : ah, forget about it, I get over things easy.

School’s Out!

How can you beat that feeling? That shivering energy that rushes through your body when you finish the final period on your exam paper marking the fullstop of an exam, it’s priceless! Today, our third monthly test ended with the Phys. Ed. paper (which had a little zing to it, I’ll explain later) and that also marks the beginning of the holidays! Supposedly, I was supposed to take a replacement paper for accounts and history as I was absent on Thursday due to a raging fever and migraine but since I have the "best" principle anyone can get, she had apparently set the new rules for this matter to make sure the paper is irreplaceable. Okay, so you tell me not to come to school if I’m sick because I’ll be troubling your workers (teachers), but you don’t let me take a substitute paper if I don’t come due to illness, so what damn choice do I have here? If you would have told me this earlier then I would have forced myself to come despite all the heat dissipating from my forehead and every second of vertigo I experience lah. Some more I have this perfectionist accounts teacher, who keeps warning us that who gets low marks for elective subjects (for me, it’s accounts, commerce and add math as I’m in the accounting stream) then they’ll get pushed to arts stream classes and so on and so forth like anyone gives a fog because for one thing, everyone knows I suck very very terribly (we’re talking jayathurai level suck here) at add maths, second everyone knows economy and accounts is fairly easy so it’s pretty hard to fail unless you put in zero effort to get the paper done, and finally, everybody knows that add maths is so hard, that only a select few can make it to bloody well pass! and, it doesn’t help when the add math teacher teaches at 180 miles/h either! okay, maybe I’m overreacting, let’s just say lah, people like me, we’re not meant to go well in add math, we’re not nurul amals! Oh yes, speaking of add maths, I know
I failed the paper because I totally missed the Index questions because
I had no idea on how to answer them until the clock presented that I
had only a mere 10 minutes left to obtain those 20 marks worth of
questions. So, this officially self-declares my paper to be capable
obtaining not more than 57 marks, this doesn’t include the incorrect
answers which I believe is 72% of my answers. 

Well, so far I’ve only obtained my economy paper and I
got a suckling 70 marks for it. Sheet, just when I thought I could, for
the first time, get an A2 for my economy, I just had to mix the formula
up which is supposed to be like this

by yours truly, without even realizing it even! Dammit Pn Chee got me this time, I wasn’t paying much attention I guess, as it was the final minute of the paper already. If it wasn’t for this, I would have had a clean subjective paper and 75 for my result which brings forward to an A! learn from your mistakes, I guess. Phys. Ed. paper brought a new format together with it today, which most of us never went through before considering the PE teacher barely teaches us anything during it’s respective period, because she chooses to either let the students go out to the field and do their own thing, or, teach accounts if there’s a rain, fog, or war outside. Wait, accounts? Oh, what, you don’t know? The accounts teacher, Pn Norroshidah IS the PE teacher. The blasphemy! Honestly, the school should have gotten us a different PE teacher, I mean this accounts teacher, she knows shit about PE lah! I admit her teachings in accounting, it’s integrative but PE? No thanks. But yes, back to the topic, the new format, the whole paper consisted of two essay questions, both holding 20 marks each. Sounds simple right? Wrong, in fact the questions were so easy, I didn’t know where to start! I had no idea what to write about what more explain with such a general topic at hand such as "The benefits of exercising". No, but seriously folks, where do I start? So I had to chop it up into 4 paragraphs and used the physical, mental, social and medical field knowledge to fill the composition up. All in all, I think I did well, but hell, it’s only PE right? Well, that’s pretty much it, from what I understand, this exam is just to get your guard down and excite you for the holiday seasons (yeah, right) as the questions and the number of questions were deliberately made minimal for some confidential reason *jeng jeng jeng*.

For some reason, when the last bell rang, nobody screamed or shouted or cheered? Funny, I thought they would go all crazy like any other time when exams end, going crazy and sometimes even setting fireworks here and there to "celebrate" the end of study-like-mad-cows week. But today, it was all cool and silent, in fact it’s even more quiet than normal school days! and I thought the form 3 students were going to be the ones going nuts over the holidays since their PMR trials ended. Perhaps I’m stereotyping too heavily, cutting down is a must. Perhaps the dissidents got tired or sleepy. Haha.

You know it’s pretty good that it’s time for the holidays now, I was getting a little bit tired of parking my moskito outside near gate B there just because the "katak" teacher doesn’t allow me to sign my own grant for my own motorcycle. I mean give me a break lah! I borrowed it to the school for how many times already, sometimes I don’t even wonder if when I lend it to them for their explanation of chasing students who are skipping school, they are actually going to the gerai to get an iced tea. Overreaction, when I say them, I mean Cikgu Nazri or Hafizal. The worst part is, they said I can pass my own grant for the bike and that I can then park in the school compound but nooo…, ol’ tough guard Asmawi just had to block me from entering the school for some unknown reason only for me to find out that Pn Nadirah suddenly says that I must get one of my parents to sign a form! Argh! It’s all good though, enjoying the holidays as we speak *yawns*

First Impression : SACC

Earlier when I was going around with Adrian on my back, he was telling me about Musab going crazy over this new mall in town, called the SACC which is short for Shah Alam City Center and as it’s  next to Plaza Alam Sentral -Shah Alam’s finest loitering mall-, I wouldn’t blame anybody if our first encounter with groups of skinheads, rempits, ah bengs, etc will be at the front door. So, since we had no destination, what the heck, stopped by the SACC, we did.

What it looks like from the outside

Apparently, I underestimated the mall for it’s first day. It was
pretty clean, no skinnies whatsoever. The inner deco had a homie feel
to it, and it was pretty chilled inside. Since it’s the first day,
Adrian expected a party (while Musab thinks he’ll get a hamper) but in
the end all we found was ..well, yeah, there wasn’t much, just two
clowns, balloons and a box with a whole lotta Malaysian flags in it.
Most of the stores inside are still being built, and it seems like the
SACC may just be the first ‘high class’ mall in Shah Alam with
the presence of an Adidas and Guess store in it, but, for the time
being, the only store -worth mentioning- available is MPH. If I
can recall correctly, there’s an Anakku (baby products), New Balance
(lot of cheap shoes, for cheap), Nando’s, Watsons, FMG, Sox World, The
Body Shop and Giordano.

Not too bad for a first visit really, this 5 storey mall has a lot
of potential really, I just hope there won’t be youths loitering around
the place making it look all bad and Alam Sentral material in the future. Where’s the Sushi King dammit?
A short note on the parking though, there’s a lot of space and all, but
you can’t park motorcycles in the lot, though there’s a space for
motorcycles. Don’t ask me why lah, but if you’re on one, there’s a 50
cent motorcycle parking lot next to the SACC’s lot.

edited:      
                           

It seems like there’s something wrong with the pictures of the SACC, so I took them all off except for the front door one and I’ll hopefully find a replacement soon enough for you to see!