Lambat Seminggu.

On behalf of myself, I would like to thank all of you who wished for my joyful birthday, and not to forget those who wished they should have could have would have wished the same thing to me: I thank you too.

I am grateful for all the reminders, of which telling me how many years I have remained on this Earth, and how many years left of the remain.

As for me, I still wish and work for my health, my wealth, and my stealth. It is rather obvious why this was also my last year's wish, and years past. Speaking of classic.

However, I do hope the noble birthday alert by Facebook reminds you of me for the meaningful moment(s) we had together. And I look forward to more meaningful years ahead.

To those who love me, I'm still waiting for my birthday gifts.

Those who hate me, I'm still waiting for my money.

If you see me at Deadmau5, holla at cha boy.

Thanks for the delightful S***R oxford, elegant Kenneth Cole timepiece, sexy Marc Jacob iPhone speaker and trippy DJ RIRI featuring Lucy.

Dem yuh!

Health, Wealth, and Stealth.

First and foremost, thank you to all, for the well wishes. As for me, I would like to toast to:

Health, Wealth, and Stealth.

Second, except for a few, I will kick your asses later.

Lastly, I have to hit the gym for the next few months, without fail.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

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Dem yuh!

Engaged: Zul & Intan

Finally, last Saturday my closest cousin Zul got engaged to his long-time girlfriend, Intan.

Their love story is considered epic. First they hooked up both at the age of 15 (gatal!), went on for about five years and they broke up, and both of them moved on their own ways.

Suddenly after four years of no-contact policy, somehow the flame is still somewhere underneath their hearts, only need the right chemical to spark it again. And it did. They both dated again for another three years, and voilla!

It might not sound that interesting the way I wrote it, but believe me, I know their story, and it's really inspiring. Talking about things you'd do for love.

Anyways, congratulations to Zul & Intan. And I'll be the best man this coming December, again.

Dem yuh!

09.09.09 (Part 1)

I should write something because it's a really good number. But not now, maybe later tonight. Right now I have to go back to my hometown, my nenek saudara passed away just now. May Allah S.W.T rest her soul peacefully.

No curse in this entry.

Born on the 31st of July

Well not me.

I'm gonna run a quick one.

Today marks the birthday of two significant people in my life. Unfortunately not my girlfriends. Wouldn't it be awesomely cool to have TWO girlfriends at the same time having/sharing the same birthday? Fantasy...

Anyways, yeah I'll introduce both.

First up, my REAL friend. REAL one, not fake.

Mr. Shahril Yaakob a.k.a Bala. His 26th today.

Retarded armpit-smeller

Maybe some of you remembered this fucker from this INCIDENT <- click at the INCIDENT, not HERE!

I knew him since we're thirteen (13). What are the similarities:

We went to the same school, same dormitory, same class, same cadet team, same sports house, same basketball team, in fact he's my pair in the team. We fought for the same girl but he won (I can't mention name here - to avoid speculations, wild rumors and gossips), only because he's more decent than me, I was the 'black' in ying-yang. He was more 'white' in that sense (not in skin color, otherwise he'll lose, any given time).

He knew my family, in fact he's part of the family, since time immemorial.

Bala (I gave him this name - and I'm proud of it, and I hope he is too ha ha ha sorry mate!) and I are very compatible, even though we're both different in personality-wise. Almost contrary I would say. Like I said, I was the "BLACK" (still am) and he's the "WHITE". But the most important is, never once he quit on me or being judgmental or anything towars me. Hell I've been and done so many crazy shits and he's the only person who knows EVERYTHING about me and not once left me behind. He's my REAL friend. a REAL friend is way better than BEST friend.

I tricked him to make him come to this event. Can you believe it??!!

To Bala, if you ever read this, STOP BEING SO DECENT AND JOIN MY BLACK FORCE!

Next up. Second and not least, my REAL second cousin. Again, REAL. Second cousin.

Mr. Mazro Mazlan a.k.a Yo! 28th today. You are old bastard.

Back in 2002. He's not this thin anymore, but girls still dig him. Sucka!

Actually he's not even blood-related to me. He's a cousin to my cousin. Hard to explain and I don't bother to.

So, what about this rambut macam rambutan guy? We worked in the same company since last year but he left for another job few months ago. We meet on daily basis though, through futsal, karaoke (this mofucker can sing) and countless wild nights. He's also considered as Vince Chase, whilst I'm more like E. Yeah can you imagine me managing this fucker? Hell.

Always with the macho-look. Blueekkk

He's two years older than me, but he looks younger. Unfair! I heard he use susuk, I don't know. Ha ha ha... Even though he's not really a cousin to me (by blood) but he's a REAL cousin. Again, REAL cousin is way better than BEST cousin.

To the two of you, since today is your birthdays, and you think you can have some immunities, well not from me! That's what I'm for, to pull on your legs, and your balls too!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BOTH OF YOU. A YEAR OLDER, A YEAR CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH. ENJOY AND GET WASTED!

Owh, tonight I'll buy them both a dinner. And then to a wild crazy ass party. Will post up the story later.

Dem yuh!

Seriously a blab.

I had a wild night again last night. Six hours of wild night. Demmit. Always with the wild nights. I don't wanna talk about that though, those who were there, I know they will be talking about it for a while. Ha ha ha...

I didn't go back to my house, instead I went back to my parent's house. Yeah, 4-fucking-a.m. Speaking of respect, right?

I mean, I do respect my parent's rules and certain restrictions but Pa is someone I can never lie to, or should I say everything I did is just at the tip of his nose. Speaking of a former police general. So no point lying. At least I'm being a good son to my parents.

So I arrived home, opened the gate and the door and all the security systems Pa installed, and finally inside of the house.

Silence.

Dark.

Cold.

Of course you nut! You think it's two in the afternoon at a fucking circus??!!

Owh yeah, it's four in the morning.

Went straight to my room-slash-commonroom-slash-store. I smelled like a crack. Washed myself up, brushed my teeth and went to my real bed; the living room.

I've been sleeping in the living room since fifteen years ago. Yes. That's me. I never had a REAL room for myself. I was either sharing it with my elder brother (when I was still berhingus) and you know being the little one was not helping at all. So I slept in the living room, ever since.

After my elder brother moved out (he got married) I was too used to the living room as my so-called "room". Who needs a room when you can have a fucking house with TV, computer, fridge, and and everything else by yourself, at night? So I granted my room to my youngest brother, let him be. I rather stuck myself to the living room.

Back to the story.

After showered and changed, I landed my tired ass on the thin matress, those they used as extra bed for guest or those kinds. And unfortunately without a mistress. Matress, mistress, should be . I tried to find my position, the right one. My normal practice:

1- Lie straight.
2- Close my eyes with something; pillow or towel or anything.
3- Turn the Mp3 player on, not turn myself on. No use, without anyone beside.
4- Try not to think of ANYTHING.
5- Get myself into the songs.
6- Wake up the next morning.

So I did.

Woke up this morning, with a not-so-surprising present: HANGOVER.

Demmit I have to go to work! Thank God it's Friday.

Pa and Ma and my ever-handsome nephew, Harris was at home.

"What time is it, Ma?"

"11."

"WHATTTTT???!!!!"

"Ma ingat you tak kerja hari ni. You looked weak. Are you okay my boy?"

"Yes I am Ma. And I'm late now."

"Mana you pergi last night?" Ouch I knew Pa would definitely know where I went last night.

"Erkk....." Stuttered.

"Pa dah beli nasi ayam. You eat lah, we're going out to visit your Makngah Ani in Hospital Kajang, she had an accident few days ago."

"Oh God. Alright. Please say hi to Makngah for me."

"But can you please help us mandikan Harris? Ma and Pa nak kena bersiap kejap."

"Alright."

So I gave a shower to my beloved 3-year-old nephew. I didn't mind. I love kids. Though most of them are annoying. I'm the coolest uncle so it's kacang putih.

"Paklang, Ayish don't want wash head..." Pelat. Wah dah macam Mat Saleh dah kau ni, taknak basuh kepala.

"Okay young man."

So yeah I bathed him, and clothed him up. Then I took my bath and got ready to go to work.

"Makan lah dulu." Pa insisted.

"Okay Pa." I was really hungry honestly.

"Are you okay my son? Kenapa Ma tengok sedih saja lately? You have any problem ke?" Ma sounded deep in sadness, and I saw tears dropped from her eyes.

"No Ma, I'm fine, really. I'm tired, that's all. Kerja banyak sangat, I don't get enough sleep (skipped the "wild nights" parts ha ha ha I'm a naughty son). I'll be fine Ma. Don't worry."

"Of course I'm worried about you, you are my son. Ma nak you happy. You dah happy Ma tengok hari tu. Now sedih balik. Ma susah hati tengok you."

"I know Ma. I'm trying."

I couldn't afford to extend the conversation, because it's going to hurt Ma's feeling. Actually not hurt, but she'll be more sad. I don't want to make her more sad. I mean, enough of her getting worried about her children for more than 30 years. The least I can do is to make her smile.

"So, you nak pindah sini balik ke?"

"No Ma, masih duduk di Damansara. Saja singgah sini malam tadi, I missed you and Pa."

And more tears. Oh man, wrong timing.

"Dah lah Ma. You guys better get going, nanti lambat nak sampai Kajang sana. Government hospitals bukan boleh visit suka-suka hati. Ada visiting hours."

"Okay. You take care okay boy. Makan kenyang-kenyang. Nanti weekend balik ya?"

"Sure Ma. I come back every weekend, you know that."

They left, I ate Ayamas Chicken Rice and watched the foolishly entertaining Blade of Glory. Speaking of Will Farrell and John Heder. Perfecto.

Rushed to the office. Tonnes of works. I have to come in to the office even on Saturdays and Sundays.

Lastly, why the fuck am I writing this entry?

Dem yuh!