Twice the Funny

A friend told me this joke about a man whom no one really liked. For years, he made life hell for his co-workers, subordinates and his family.

“Do you know what they found when they did a MRI scan on his brain?” my friend asked.

Knowing my friend, I smiled in anticipation of his humorous answer.

“When they checked his left brain, they found nothing was right. And when they checked his right brain, nothing was left. That’s why he’s such an unreliable fool.”

Nothing was right: Nothing was correct as normal as it should be.

Nothing was left: There was no remainder.

LOL. HAHAHAHA.

Now, meet Mary;

¨       Mary took a ruler to bed so she could know how long she slept.

¨       Mary stared at an orange juice in a carton for 10 minutes because it said ‘concentrate’.

¨       Mary put lipstick on her forehead to make up her mind.

Step in the world of science;

                Atom A: I think I lost one of my electrons.

                Atom B: Are you positive?

Parenting thing;

                When his pregnant wife had her labour pains and was ready to have their baby, Michael drove his wife to Pizza Hut. WHY??? They promised free delivery.

Ladies, do prepare to meet someone like Ron;

                Ron will throw this sort of riddle to be solved.

“He took me from a bar. He took me in his car. He took my top off. He puts his lips on mine, I didn’t mind. Who am I?”

                The answer was of coz a bottle of wine or juice or coke.  Before you answer, sidestep his riddle and give this question instead.

“Guess this first. You’re always behind, but you’re clever. People think they can wipe your products off you and take advantage of you but you know better. Who are you?”

                Walked away before he could answer, you don’t wanna see his face when he figured out that the answer is “SMART ASS!”

Adapted from The Star/Wednesday/29 December 2010

Career Path

A pilot said, “I spend most of the time of the day staring out of the window.” LOL.

As a child I always wanted to be everything when I grew up (including an air stewardess), but never a doctor. As I grew up and went to a secondary school, I’ve learnt about BIOLOGY. Maybe most of us think it’s complicated and we can’t bear to spend rest of our life memorizing the biological terms. To me, learning it was a great fun; lots of silly acronyms were created for the scientific names to stick in our brain. It was so awesomely fascinating to learn about all the systems that makes a living thing. Allah the Almighty had created us so brilliantly.

And, I wanted to be a doctor, a specialist to be exact because of my love to learn about our body and my passion to meet new people and to help the one in need. But, when there was a talk about scholarships by Sime Darby, the speaker told us a reason why they didn’t sponsor for medicine: belajar lama sangat laa, lambat nak matang. It made me thinking: betul jugak th, nak blaja medic je dah 6-7 years, housemanship lagi, 3-4 tahun, kerja dengan kerajaan lagi th. Aku dah la nak bwat Phd, nak jadi specialist, lagi 5-6 years. Conggak, lagi 12 tahun baru jadi specialist. Time th dah about 30 years old, gle tua. Baru nak kerja. Bila nak kaya? Bila nak kahwin? Payah nih. But, they did sponsor for Physiology-my MOST favourite thing about biology. Once, I had wanted so badly to be a Physiologist or a Physiotherapist, thinking of I will be seeing miracles that helps people to walk again-it’s wonderful! (But, I changed my mind to become a doc instead)

So, now when I’m not interested to do medicine anymore, in what field should I further my studies? Economics? Hmm, no thanks. Law? I have no interest la. Dentistry? Nope. Accountancy? NO. NO. NO. Engineering? I love Physics, but it is just not me. Business management? Sounds interesting, maybe yes. I’ll think about it. Physiology? I love it, maybe yes. I’ll think about it.

Yup, in a dilemma between biz and physio. A friend of mine, HAZIQ ASYRAF really got his points to encourage me to do biz: ko bwat biz pastu jadi HR, jadi GM, duit masyuk gle kot, muda lagi. On our trip to Sabah I had chats with my cousin, AHMAD HAZIQ who also encouraged me to do biz: nanti kak Anie jadi CEO, nanti bleh ade 7 kerete (1. Super car-Ferrari/Porsche 2. Working car 3. Black car-kalau ade event 4. Range Rover 5. SUV 6. Family car-Estima 7. Small car-mini copper/myvi ) tapi mak aii banyak gle kereta ak nanti, penuh garage. Both said: ko kan pandai cakap, OK pe masuk biz. Dah dua HAZIQ suruh aku bwat biz, ade Haziq laen ke yang nak suruh aku bwat biz?

Every cloud has its silver lining, I always believe that. When Alif got warded at Tawakkal (new building), we went to the surau which is near to the rehabilitation centre. It was a sign for me to pursue my dream to be a physiotherapist. My whole family had already knew that I wanted to be a doc, so they were quite shocked when I told them that I will not be one (We were in Sabah when this scene happened). “Ingatkan Hanie nak jadi doktor dulu senang la nanti kami dah sakit nanti, ada orang boleh tolong tengok-tengok kan,” I felt as I had let them down. But, they are very supportive when I told them I wanted to do physiology and maybe just doing it locally-so that I can do biz while studying. My granduncle suggested that I should further my study and be a lecturer: You got the talent to be one. Dengan gaya bercakap, you have humour, students pown suka, pandai melaram, memang sesuai jadi lecturer.

Well, I do love to teach and share, and would love to be a lecturer of Physiology and a CEO at the same time. Whatever it is, it actually depends on my SPM result, but not completely pown sebenarnye. When there is a WILL, there is a WAY kn? But I still think that Medicine is really me. Whatever hardships yang menduga aku mesti bleh melalui nya. Orang laen hidup je bwat medic, memang la susah but where’s the fun if sume bende senang je kn? Best gle kot nanti bleh bedah org! HAHAHAH.stakat katak sekor je tyme f4 th bwat pe, dah la kne share ramai2. Nh ak bakal mendapat sorang stu mayat, yess!

Hmm, in ten years or in a shorter period of time I hope that I had become a really successful person and will be reading this piece of post with a sigh of relief that I had chose a road less travelled by, written in my history when I was still unsure of my career path.

KOPI VOSIAN !

It means GREETINGS! in Kadazan Dusun, our tour guide yang ajar. My Sabah trip, from 16th -19th Dec 2010.

Before going to Sabah there was a conversation between NURFHARA NADIA and me;

Me: Aku gi Sabah esok. Bye!
She: Ok. Have fun. Jangan lupa bawak balik lelaki Sabah untuk aku.
Me: Eh, tak cukup ke lelaki kat Semenanjung nih?
She: Takde la, saje nak buat collection.

Basically, aku gi Sabah mencari lelaki untuk dijadikan souvenir untuk NADIA. On the plane there was this cute air steward. Ingatkan nak bawak dye balik, tapi pehhh! Perfume dye semerbak, 2 meter dah bleh bau. Sangat menyengat hidungku. So, tak jadi bawak balik. Sori Nadia :P

First day we touched down to KK, we went to a local restaurant, which served chicken curry yg sedap gle. Kari dye masak style melayu nye, tak banyak sgt spices mcm mamak nye. My nenek and Nek Com siap tambah nasi lagi sebab kari th sedap sgt. My dad plak siap bungkus balik kari yg xtra th and we had to stop at a supermarket sebab nak beli roti cecah ngan kari, typical Malay kn? HAHAHA.

Then, we went to Gunung Kinabalu. It was actually my second time there, but this time I got to stay one night there. It was fun. Sejuk gle and kabus dye kalah Genting Highlands. Kat sane for the first tyme, I watched The Young Victoria. Aaaawwhhh! Prince Albert! He made me screamed mutely because he was so damn sweet. He fell in love with Victoria at the first sight, though I do think that he had fallen for her before he met her; he had seen her from a drawing. He was also willing to sacrifice his life for the sake the queen of his heart when a maniac tried to shoot her. Victoria scolded him for his unthinkable act. But Albert’s ayat2 were so sweet! Tp paling kesian Albert was gle2 in love with Victoria, but he can’t proposed her as she was the Queen of England. So, he had to wait painfully for her to proposed him, gle kn?

Sepanjang trip kat Sabah we got to ride on a mini bus. (There were 16 of us) Yup, the whole bus just for us only. The next few days we enjoyed ourselves back in KK. We check-in at our hotel which was located at the heart of KK city. Around our hotel was crowded with shopping complexes and shopping streets. We went to Suria Sabah, ala-ala Suria KLCC la. How I missed my dear KLCC. Dah lame gle tak kluar shopping. Memang sakan gle la aku shopping, lepas gian wehh. Yelah, since SPM ak tak kluar shopping mane2 pown. HHAHAHA. That night after dinner we went to Gaya Street. There, they held this Christmas carol carnival. Most of the things sold there, the profits will be given to the church and to help the unlucky ones. Paling klaka was when we were walking through a sea a people, ade this group of boys, Bridget sumting (I don’t remember la) giving free bags to people around there. He said this is free. Masalahnye, tetibe ckp bag th free and tyme tengah orang sesak2 th la dye nak bgi. I said no, thank you. Pastu dengar dye cakap kat kawan dye, “The more far we go, no one wants the free gifts”. HAHHAHA.

The next day we went to Philipino Market, shopping la! Pearls! Pearls! Pearls! Siap carikan stu set jewelries untuk awek kazen ak.hahaha.petang th we went to Sg Likas to see the Proboscis monkey or also known as the Monyet Belanda. What so special with this monkey? It has this very long mancung nose (very mat saleh) and perut yang buncit. And there is none at the zoo, only found at the Kepulauan Borneo. Why? Because this type of monkey live in a herd and they will die in boredom, alone in the zoo. Cool coz we got to ride on the speed boat and hunt for the monkeys which were safely living in their habitat. Bukan la kterang hunt and kill the monkeys, tapi hunt as in we had to search the monkeys on the lush green trees. At night, we hopped on the boat again after our dinner to see the fireflies. It was AMAZING. It was my very first time experiencing the kelip2, they were like the lights on a Christmas tree, LAWA gle! And so romantic. Our tour guide told us that the fireflies yang kelip2 laju th was the female and yang kelip2 perlahan th yang male. Malam th went back to KK and had our supper at the kedai mamak next to the hotel. Cool gle because the football match between Malaysia and Vietnam was on, and it was the first tyme for us to watch the match together. Thankfully, MALAYSIA WON, Malaysia Boleh!

Sunday morning, Pasar Tamu Ahad at Gaya Street. Things there were a lot cheaper than their normal prices, still you have to bargain for a cheaper price. Kat KL memang tak dapat jumpa pasar macam nh, coz they sold pets kat situ. Dogs, cats, hamsters, tortoises, fishes, and even chickens-yang still bleh berkokok nye la. Then, we went to the Mari-Mari Culture Village which was located at Tuaran, about 1 and half hour drive from KK. Each tour group must have a CHIEF. (obviously we all pilih atuk) TAPI, the chief must be a strong man because our chief must face the village’s chief-that was what our tour guide said, every tour group will get their personal tour guide from the Mari-Mari Culture Village. If the village’s chief tak suke atuk, he will ask atuk to fight him. If he like atuk, he will shake hands with atuk and put his hand on atuk’s shoulder. If atuk can’t fight him, atuk can ask other men of the family to fight the village’s chief. Haa, cuak la sume orang coz the village’s chief was a head hunter. Chief kne lead the way. Sampai at the first house, tetibe AAAHHHHHHH! Ade orang jerit. Cuak gle, terkejot la sume org.

“Siapa kamu? Daripada mana kamu? Buat apa kamu ke mari?”. Paling best atuk ak pasang strategi, “Nama saya Abdul Halim, maksudnya LEMAH-LEMBUT. Kami datang daripada Kuala Lumpur untuk menziarahi sahabat.” Pehh! Salute la atuk. Pandai gle dye bwat ayat. LEMAH-LEMBUT? Ak pown tak penah terpikir nak jawab macam th. Tapi memang tahan gelak je la. HAHAHHA. Laen kali bleh la ak jawab interview: “Nama saya Hanie Farhana, maksudnya Ketenangan Kegembiraan. Saya akan tenang menghadapi cabaran dan akan sentiasa berasa gembira, tapi saya akan berasa lebih gembira jika saya memperoleh scholarship ini”. HAHHAHA.

But seriously, it was all just an act. They were all actors yang kje kat sane. Saje je nak bwat cuak. But it was so creative. We got to do different activities at every different ethnic house we visited. We got to masak ayam dalam buluh and got to taste it; our own cooking, see the traditional fire making using the bamboo, learn how they made cloth using the tree bark, taste the ‘kuih jala’ (a.k.a. kuih karas kat semenanjung) and air pandan (it is believe that it can treat insomnia and make us awet muda), blow the ‘sumpitan’ and jump on the hand-made bamboo trampoline (any man who plans to marry the chief’s daughter must jump high enough to grab on an object usually chicken on the trampoline). The bamboo trampoline was seriously cool gle!

At the end of the trip, we were entertained by the cultural performance. We also got to learn the bamboo dance, yang you have to jump between the bamboos and prevent your feet from getting terkepit kat situ. My dad and I tried it. OK la. Mula2 th slow, bleh la dapat tangkap. Tetibe laju, terkjot la ak. Terus hilang rhythm. HAHAHAH. Nseb tak terkepit kaki ak.

OK promoting tyme: “In a nut shell, my trip to Sabah was splendid, especially when you had the opportunity to be with your loved ones-that’s the most important thing. Whenever you went to Sabah, do visit the Mari-Mari Culture Village. It had just opened 2 years ago and was established by our own bumiputera. Ade pave way that linked to every houses yang kte pegi, so don’t worry if it was raining, but you have to wear raincoat which cost about RM5. The entertainer there was so friendly and some were very cute. All the ethnic houses had their originality preserved. You can learn lots of things there and experience it firsthand. Mari-Mari Culture Village is worth going.”

Malaysia Truly Asia, Visit Malaysia!

Killed & Accidentally Killed && Killed Myself

To tell you the truth, I always write about heart-throbbing love story, jiwang and sedih2 nye la. But one day a roommate of mine (KHALIDA HUSSIN) DARED me to write a story about a kiling2 one. Haa…amek ko! Sume ade, complete: dibunuh, terbunuh dan membunuh. The best part of it was I got the opportunity to read it out loud in front of my English class. Despite of the horrible grammar mistakes, it was fun to see my friends’ different reaction to hear the ending of the story. So korang, this one had been improvised but the originality is still preserve. Read:

 “NO! NO! NO! I hate broccolis. I am tall enough. I do not need broccolis to make me taller. I ate cheese that is rich with calcium for the growth of my bones,” I was very diligent when making excuses not to eat vegetables especially BROCCOLIS. It was very green and disgusting. It tasted like rotten fish from the garbage in filthy the alley, gross! Mommy gave up. She stroked my curly chestnut head. She loved me so very much and would never want to force her one and only child to do anything.

Hi! My name is Jake. I’m 6 years old. People around me including my friends always thought I was going to be an excellent lawyer when I grew up. I was very good at standing up for myself and other people. Whenever I was caught up in a hot soup, I could easily free myself with my fluency in speaking. As mentioned earlier, I was the only child and the apple of my parents’ eyes. All my needs were fulfilled. Daddy and mommy would always buy toys that caught my attention or ice cream I wanted. They really, really loved me.

One fine morning, a loud knock on the door broke the silence in our small shabby flat. I thought it was granny who promised to bring me to the National Museum today, but to my surprise there was a BIG and BULKY man standing in front of our door frame. I stood still with the door open. I didn’t like the man. He had a dark muscular body and a few scars on his face with a fresh one on his left brow. But, it was the eyes he wore that showed it all; they were filled with fiery anger and hatred and all the evil things that could not simply describe into words. His coarse voice boomed when he called out daddy’s name and simultaneously the hair on my neck rose. My motor neurone gave me instruction to close the door, fast. As expected, he pushed back the door and his energy was as same as a bulldozer that made me flying towards the coffee table. A thick liquid could be felt when I touched my forehead.

The ‘MONSTER’ as I preferred to call him, dashed into my parents’ bedroom. He grabbed daddy on the shirt and pulled daddy harshly out the house into the corridor. The neighbours who just woke up, were shocked about what had just happened. Whispers could be heard, it was like they knew that ‘monster’. “Pity Jake, this will be the last time for him to see his father,” said Mrs. Klein. I was confused. Could this be the last time I would be seeing my loving and caring dad? I thought that the ‘monster’ had just woke up at the wrong side of the bed, felt a little bit cranky and thought that my daddy was a good companion and can help to cheer him up. I knew I would see daddy again.

Day by day, week after week, daddy was never home; sadly to say. Mommy cried every single day since daddy went with the ‘monster’. She also never spoke to me again. When I brought her meals prepared generously by our neighbours, she would turn her face away, not to look at me. I found this very odd. She never did this before. I missed her cuddly bear hugs and smooching kisses before I went to bed. I wished things would come back to normal. I missed having delicious dinner cooked by mom and my happy chats with dad.

Now, I had a new routine. After I went back from school, I would do the laundry. It was my first time doing house chores. Before this it was mommy’s, and I never had to do any chores. Daddy won’t let mommy work and said it was his job to be the breadwinner for the family. He wanted mommy to give her fullest attention to me. Nevertheless, my friends always asked me about my dad’s occupation. I actually didn’t know, but I didn’t tell them that. I told them that my dad was a businessman who worked out late. This was partially true, because dad did wore a suave seamless suit and brought a few $100 bills every time he went back from ‘work’.

This continued until one day mommy went missing. Where was mommy? She was not on her bed under the self-made quilt as usual. She also left her purse on the dressing table; she never left the house without it. So, I waited and waited. I eventually slept on the comfy couch while waiting for mommy. Knock! Knock! “Jake! Open the door. This is your mom. Hurry up you lazy brat!” shouted mommy. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and rushed to the door. Mommy! How happy I was to see her. I came hurriedly to hug her. She stood still and pushed me aside. I felt like crying. WAIT! I noticed something different about mommy. Her glistening curled hair was in a mess. Her red rose lipstick was smeared. Her yellow ruffled blouse was not buttoned right. And, her eyes were puffy and wet as she had just cried.

“This is all your fault. Why were you ever born in this world? If not for your so demanding requests, all of this will be just a bad dream. Your daddy would never be a drug dealer. He would still be alive, flesh and blood and would always protect me from selling my body for money to pay the debt,” mommy said without any tone. I tried to swallow the things that mommy had just told me. Daddy was a drug dealer? That explained why there was packets of colourful pills in a sport bag I found before and how we managed to buy stocks of broccoli and fresh turkey ham every week. So, daddy was a business man after all. He sold drugs to other people in order to buy me all the Hot Wheels and Playstations for me. My friends always envy me because I could always have any toys I want and go to a private school, but a little curious that I live in a neighbourhood where they couldn’t even afford to buy a tin of baked beans.

“I love my husband with all my heart. You killed him! You’re a little boy, but you’re a murderer. A murderer!” mommy’s voice was getting louder as she came closer to me. She softly held my neck and strangled me. I gulped for air to breath. “I’m sorry mommy. I didn’t mean to do this. I’ll sell all my toys. I won’t need it anymore. It hurts mommy. It really hurts,” I begged mommy to loosen the tight grip on my neck. I struggled to free myself and accidentally kicked her right calf. She let go of her grip and stood on one leg. She was unstable and stepped on my favourite red fire truck and fell on the squeaky floor. Her head hit the side table besides the couch. The oriental vase on it broke into million pieces on her head.

“Mommy!!! Don’t leave me yet. Please forgive me mommy. I promise to be a good boy and eat my broccolis” I tried to wake mommy up. Blood was pooling under mommy’s head. She was gone. This was my fault; I am a murderer. I killed both of my parents. I was useless. I touched my aching neck. I could still feel the pain from mommy’s grip. I decided to stop the pain by tightening a rope on my neck and let my body hung freely below the fan.

                                                                                                THE END

My Senior Year

“WOW! This school is HUGE!” That was my first impression towards Sekolah Seri Puteri, Cyberjaya when I first step in the school with great enthusiasm to learn here. It was when I was in my fresh year in Form One. Being the youngest sister back then had taught me a lot on being independent. Previously, when I was in primary school, living in one roof with my parents and not to forget having a bibik to do all the chores and laundries made me almost a spoiled child who often relying on other people. So, I decided to turn into a new leaf and do my own laundries in a residential school.

The junior years can be classified as my hardest part in my life. But, I managed to overcome the obstacles by taking it positively, calmly and not to forget; ENJOYING it. A reminiscent struck me, I remembered of being a ‘counselor’ for my friends who were extremely homesick and so desperately want to stop schooling here. I gave them some sweet talk to soothe them. So, PRESTO! They were still studying here and had graduated as a true SSPian.

How time flies so fast. It all happened in a few blinks of eye; from the stage of us trying to adapt to the new unfamiliar surroundings, making new friends and being in different cliques, struggling HARD through examinations, being scolded by our loving teachers and to the stage where we learn the meaning of OBLIGATION. These were all the ingredients that make me a person I am today. These will definitely help me to face the world outside of tomorrow.

The fact that I am now no more a Form 5 student, no more an Assistant Head Girl and had gone through the weeks of my SPM, it makes me wonder whether I can survive in the REAL hectic world. There is no doubt that living in SSP is a mini hectic world. Nevertheless, the world outside is even worse with social problems and all. Can I socialize with people outside the school especially guys? (We had live in an environment where there are only girls; sometimes you forgot how to be urself with a different gender) Can I travel from a place to another without a supervision of an adult? Can I order my own meal in a restaurant alone? Can I pay my own phone bills? Can I be an absolute adult? There are a lot of questions that linger in my mind. What person I want to be, how can I be one? Despite of all my doubts towards myself, I know I am capable of playing the role as Hanie Farhana Hamdi in this 21^st century.

It’s hard to admit it, but I will say it out loud, “I WILL MISS SEKOLAH SERI PUTERI AND IS NOW STARTING TO MISS IT ALREADY”. I miss my adorable friends, having quarrels with them and sharing laughter, my awesomely dedicated teachers who never stop believing in us, the queuing up for shower and the lovely food at the dining hall. (It’s delicious, no kidding!)

Seeing the ‘adik-adik’ there, still trying to get used to the life there made me pray to Allah, so that they will enjoy living in SSP, a place where we call home. And hopefully too, they will experience the same mind-blowing experience like mine or even better. LBNL, with all my heart, I believe that a great person lies in each and every one of us, especially the SSPians. The students here have this pure enthusiasm that had to be laced up by experience to teach them to be world’s next top person.

my 24-hours stay at the hospital

A'ah, ALIF (my littlest bro) was warded. Kne jage dye. Stayed one night at Tawakkal, Jalan Pahang. It was cool yet COLD. Sejuk gle kot mlm2. The best part is SURAU dye tenang gle, mybe rindu nak solat kat SURAU SSP kot. :/

Yang paling tak bleh bla dpan katil Alif is abg Nazrin's son. Anak dye cute gle! Bonding kami org2 F1 IN SCHOOLS sgt kuat yea. HAHAHA. 

Sunday went to driving class, 5 hours. Jumpe spe? Bdak F1 la of coz; SHAHMI n IZHAM. Hopefully by next month da bleh dapat lesen. Yay! And hopefully bleh lepas la exam dye nnt. Lulus kne 42/50. BUKU KURIKULUM PENDIDIKAN PEMANDU dah khatam sepanjang diriku berada di hospital.

Discovered on the 16th November 2010

Boys/Guys/Men are just the same. But they are separated into a few categories;

1. MR. EGO. They are just the typical males. Whether it was their other half that told them it was not the right thing to do, they still won’t listen; though they knew it was true. They were just being EGOISTIC. Being a DRAGON, nenek might say. I actually don’t know why it is a DRAGON, but they are being a DRAGON.

2. MR. HOT-LOOKING. They knew they were HOT. They knew girls had fallen for them. So, they knew every girl were head over heels about them. The truth is NO. Not every girl is caught under your charming spells. So, DO NOT be so proud thinking that you can grab every girl you see. When they realized the girl was not under their spells, baru la nak berborak-borak, kalau tak SOMBONG gle. The reason they were being this annoying and arrogant person were because they were building a shield around them because they didn’t knew which girl was sincere enough to be only a FRIEND.

3. MR. DOWN-TO-EARTH. They are the one who don’t actually grow up to an appropriate height. Nevertheless, their courtesy is sky high. Some were very cute themselves. If they were a little bit taller, lots of girls might not think even once to get to know them better. In a nutshell, Mr. Down-To-Earth, just be yourself. There will be a perfect girl for you, just time will decide.

4. MR. SCANDALOUS. They like to make scandals and some played dirty behind their loved ones. Some had a high profile to take care of and had a good-looking face with a nicely shaped jaw. So, they had to hide themselves from public views. Only to emerge from their hideout when they are really, really needed. Beware! because they can be categorized as the MR. CASANOVA.

5. MR. BAJET WANTED. They taught they were really wanted by all girls in this whole wide world. Without a sheer feeling of shame, they will ask you to urut-urut his kaki. Some might say they miss you or love you out of the blue, thinking that you might say the same thing back to them. The answer is simple; NO and NEVER. Tolong la jgn bajet wanted sangat. They are nice and innocent actually, but a little too excited when it comes to girls, maybe just a little bit overdone la bro!

6. MR. GARANG. They are very serious when it comes to work. They have this face that makes you feeling calm, but once they give the ‘look’, people will take one or two steps backward. Some even don’t want to meet them at all, terrified and horrified of them. Words that flow out from their mouth might be a sweet melting icing on cute cupcake or sharp shining sword that rip out your flesh. Bottom line is: they are very kind-hearted. They are willing to help you even when you don’t ask; it is just a nature for them to aid others. Sadly to say, not many can see their kindness. They resemble DIEGO, a character in ICE AGE. People might see Diego as a fierce animal but he really has a soft heart.

7. MR. LACK-OF-CONFIDENT. They don’t feel confident in front of people. They might behave like this because of their ping pong round appearance. You can always see them hiding in the dark shadow, not wanting other people to see them (actually they are afraid of other people). They have all the inner qualities a woman would ever dream of in a guy. They will be on the cloud nine whenever a pretty girl noticed and give them a smile or even better, remembered their name and said hi. But bro, you really need work out a little bit, baru la fit skit.

8. MR. HAVE FUN. They are the one who like to have fun all the time, even when doing work. It’s OK that he did manage to complete his work while having fun. Unfortunately, the sky is not always bright. It will be a down turn when a bad thing happens to him. Even if that thing happens without no one to blame, they will get someone innocent to be blame. They just can’t accept that sometimes things don’t happen according to plan. Well, man propose, God dispose. What they have to do are just to be patience and always bear in mind that every cloud has its silver lining.

Yup. A priceless discovery and very extraordinary eh? Misters out there, we are observing.
>>P.S. You may guess who they are. :P

My SPM 2010 Story

Before

Thankfully we got to celebrate Aidil Adha at home, though certain of us did stay at school. I went to Nadia’s house to study. Besides that, we prepared our own meal at her home. We made Nasi Putih, Sup Cendawan Ayam, Cendawan Goreng Tepung, Ikan Masin, Wedges Goreng and Bolognese Spagetthi. It was fun. Rase macam duduk kat rumah orang bujang. Masak and cuci pinggan, kuali sendiri. There was a statement yang Hajar continuously repeat as we were preparing the meal, “Aku rase kite dah bleh kawin la after SPM”.

We had to go back early on Friday to school so we didn’t lose our SPM momentum. Malam th ade program with Pak Anjang.  Takde prep. So, every time after Isya’ kt surau balek dorm stadi.

Night before BM (1^st paper), we gathered at prefects’ room Ruby bwat discussion. Some of our seniors who called to wish us luck, was terkejut to hear yang we were discussing about BM. They said; “korang sepatutnye tengah menari-nari kat koridor taw”.

During

BM: Semua org berasa agak cuak because it was our 1^st paper kn. We didn’t know what to expect. Though we had done our exams soo many times in the hall, still it was different. This time it was about our life and the last time we’ll be taking exams there. Our Ketua Pengawas Peperiksaaan was so awesomely nice. Sensing that the environment in the hall was a little bit tense, she said “Kenapa semua muka tegang je nh. Senyum sikit. Haaa baru boleh ambil exams. OK. Bace bismillah 21 kali.”

ENG: OK.

SEJ: Semua org keluar hall maki-maki. HAHAHAHAHA. Indus la, Hwang ho la, sume tak kluar. Yang kluar pasal sungai2. Satu Malaysia spot benda same, tak kluar langsung. Hampehh.

WEEKEND: MELANTAK TIME! Stress. Pizza Hut, KFC, McD, Domino’s. Pak Cik Domino’s th dh datang kt sekolah more than 15 times hantar pizza.

MATHS: OK.

PAI: Giler arr TAJWID dye. Tak penah blaja kot!

ADDMATHS: MOST feared paper. OK.

PHY: Semua org kluar hall feeling nak nanges. It was quite susah, but Alhamdulillah we could do it.

WEEKEND: Last weekend at SSP. T-T

CHEM: OK. Rate of reaction catalyst kluar la.

AWAL MUHARAM: Petang, Cg Azliza and Cg Aziz brought us to ALAMANDA. We went to makan-makan at Kenny Rodger’s. Tp rase tak complete coz DASH was missing their Business Manager (Aina Farzana Mohd Azmi). So, yang ade just me, Kautsar and Auni. Our money last year ade extra RM2000++. Ingatkan nk gune untuk club’s year end dinner tp tak sempat. After Maghrib, Cg Mona (PK HEM) ajak makan kat rumah dye. Makan lagi :D

BIO: YAHOO! LAST PAPER. The girls are little too excited. So, Ketua Pengawas Peperiksaan told us to relax a bit.

Conclusion: EVERY DAY was a bubur day and roti-bakar-and-kaya day and VICO!

After

BBQ dinner. Aina dah balek, so kena bwat speech.hhuhu.last minute kot. “Time hari tengah hujan, cuba korang tangkap titisan hujan th. Titisan hujan yang korang tak dapat tangkap ialah rase rindu aku kat korang” Cheh~

Tak terkira berapa banyak kali turun naek tangga sampai 4^th floor bawak barang. Fuhhh! Penuh la kereta. After that celebrate habes SPM kat kedai mamak.

OFFICIALLY.

Yup. First post. It's official.
This is one of my PASCA SPM nye plans
Lots more to go, but at least one; DONE.