What in the blue hell is this...??

My God...

I write Malay like some 10 year old kid.

Oh, that's bad....

Really Bad...

What on earth are you trying to pull here PakMet?

Shit....more work to be done...



And more caffeine...


Certainly more caffeine.

Aku nak try...aku nak try....

Macam mana nak start ye...?

Oh, kenapa nak blog dalam BM?

Ntahlah. Mungkin aku taknak rasa terkongkong kot dalam blog ni. Aku nak bebas.

BEBAS....

Bebas?

Ye, bebas. Selama ni, berputar kepala aku nak cari perkataan English.

Sebab apa, aku pun tak tau. Padahal, English aku pun bukan bagus sangat. Saja gatal nak memeningkan kepala sendiri. Kalau macam ni senang sikit, apa aku nak blog, aku hentam sajalah.

Tapi kalau ikutkan, BM aku pun taklah bagus sangat. Tapi lantaklah. Aku pun bukan nak blog dalam BM sepenuhnya dan vice-versa. Aku cuma nak blog ikut aku punya sedap. Bahasa Rojak ke, Masalodeh ke, asalkan aku blog.

Lagipun, aku dah tak inspired untuk menulis kebelakangan ni. Journal biru aku yang dah kusam tu pun dah bersawang sebab lama aku tak conteng-conteng dalam tu. Kena pulak, sekarang ni kerja aku pulak memerlukan skill penulisan yang separa tinggi.

Mati.

At least, kalau sekali sekala aku blog dalam BM, ada lah trigger sikit idea aku ni.

Haa...

Tengok...

Kan dan mentol kecik naik atas kepala aku.

Dah. aku nak buat keje.

Oh, Selamat Pagi Untuk Semua.

Have a Wonderful Day.

Some changes just needed to be made...

Yup...

I'm revamping the site....

Because I'm wanna inspire myself to write more....

Urghh...

I sound like a motivational freak...

But that's just what I'm trying to do here....

Maybe, once in a while I'll be blogging in Malay too...

Just to see if I still can hack it...

Yeah....

I'm excited....

Let's get to it...



If This doesnt work, I'll kick myself in the ass....LITERALLY...

Amused by our own kind....

My usual routine after work is a stop at a mamak stall which I have been constantly visited since the past 5 years. A glass of nescafe ais, a newspaper and that's it. Whether I finish work at 5pm or 3 am, I'll make sure that I have my daily dose of caffeine there.

And if you're been frequenting a restaurant for 5 years like me, it wouldn't be strange if you have a friendly relationship with the workers. For me, those Indian nationals who serve me drinks everyday is a lot more courteous and intelligent than most people I know. There's one guy, Sithik, who even have a Masters in IT. But still, he works here in Malaysia, serving food and drinks, 12 hours a day, with no day off. Whn I ask him why, he scratched his head,

"Banyak susah la met. Kerja sana gaji tada cukup. Sini kerja, saya boleh kasi saya punya mak sama ayah macam-macam", said the guy with a distinct Indian slang.

Speechless, I just smiled and nodded, as if I understand what he's going through.

These past few months, a new guy arrived at the restaurant. His name is Hameed. He was still struggling with his BM, so, I gave him a few pointers on how to communicate in our language. Still, everytime I try to teach him, he'll just shake his head in amusement and ask for his 'senior' friend to help him understand what I was saying.

"Ini orang, dia susah mau faham abang", said Nagoor, the 'senior' guy laughing at his naive new friend.

"Takpe. slow-slow.nanti oklah. macam you jugak", I said referring to the time when Nagoor was new. But now, he's improved a lot.

And surely enough, Hameed improved. He now understands the basic things in BM. At least I can share a laugh with him now.

One day, while I was having my daily drink, a group of students from the university nearby sat at a table next to mine. Everything was ok at first, but then of the guy from the group started cursing Hameed in BM for being inefficient etc.

"Tak baik ko cakap macam tu. kesian dia", said one of the girls in the group. (At this point, I'm just not sure how sincere she is because she was laughing hard while she said that.)

"Lantaklah. bukannya dia paham. tu sebab diorang keje macam ni", said the guy.

What the f%$k?!!!!!

Just who the f%$k do you think you are??!!

I was so mad, I started clenching my fists real hard without realizing it.

After a while, I just ignored the gang. The fact that I had just sat next to a dumbass whose brains may be smaller than the size of his "you know what" made me think that I should stick my middle finger to his face and gave him a good beating.

Later, as the gang were leaving the reastaurant, Hameed walked to my table. He smiles to me and shake his head.

"Abang, itu orang ingat saya tatau dia apa cakap. Kenapa dia cakap itu pun saya tatau. Apa pasal dia tada cakap macam abang?cakap baik-baik?," he scratched his head.

I was speechless. Again.

Hope is the key word here....

I have a confession to make.

My favourite football team is Tottenham Hotspur.

Nope, not Manchester United...not Liverpool...not even Real Madrid.

It's Spurs and it has been since I was 9 years old.

I don't know why I was attracted to cheer for them actually. As far as my memory goes, they were not among the more "exciting and happening" teams in the league.

They were not as exciting as Arsenal, not as flamboyant as Manchester United and not as legendary as Liverpool. Hell, even Queens Park Rangers were better than them at some time.

But, they have something incredibly unique about them that I just don't know how to describe it in words. They remind me about the kind of guy who have high hopes of reaching the top and making a change, but will never get there because deep down inside, he knows there's a lot more to go and there are lots of other guys who are better than him.

Honestly, they remind me of ME.

I know I have a lot to learn. As I go along, I learn something new every single day. And hopefully, I'll keep on learning until I stop breathing.

One of the most precious thing that I've learnt is never assume anything. If you don't know, just ask. Assuming, for me is so overrated. Because, let's face it. We're not that smart. As intelligent you can be, you still might not know a thing or two.

I have no idea when will Spurs reach the top. Until then, I'll just hope that someday, that moment will come.

Maybe that guy will reach the top too.

That is not stupidity....

How many times in a day that we utter the words "stupid" or "bodoh" to people, some of which we dont even know...??

You see a guy speeding on the road....

"Bodoh..."

Then a guy shouts at the waiter rudely in your local eateries....

"Bodoh..."

A resident at your apartment building throws off a cigarette butt from the 3rd floor while you're down below....

"Bodoh..."

These words come out naturally.

But the truth is, people who we call "bodoh" is actually not "bodoh".

Most of them are actually well educated or in Malay we call "berpelajaran tinggi".

They drive around in big cars. They wear fancy clothes. Hell, they look good too.

Like it or not, they are not stupid. Stupidity is not the issue here.

And it's just not right to say or call people "stupid". That's just mean.

But, the problem is just one thing.

It's plain old ignorance.

It's not the same as stupid.

In Malay, we call it "BUAT bodoh".

See, it's different.

There's a saying, "Ignorance is bliss."

But, as Zack de la Rocha once said, "If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face."

what was i thinking....

Let me see....

what can i write about....?

Hmm....

I know....

Let's talk about relationships and marriage...

Err....

Erm..



Maybe not.

Confessions of a Mild Madman....

A lot has happened since my last entry. I won't be nagging about it because it's already in the past. Furthermore, you guys must have known or read about most of it already. So why waste time right?

I posted my last entry about 7 weeks ago. For a while, I thought I was in a roll. I was writing again. But after a while, I've got tied up by my work and my fascinating procratination-self being.

Yes, I am a PROCRASTINATOR...

But, I think it's about time I got back into this blogging game. At least, there's something for me to do than whining how bored my life has been these past few years.

Hopefully, I'll be on a roll again.

I really hope I do.

You have got to be kidding me.....

I used to be very good in the 'pass-the-blame' game.

For example, when I was in school, I used to blame the teachers if I failed in my exam.

When I was a kid, I used to blame the other kids for the bruises and cuts that I got while playing at the playground.

And it goes on...

and on...

and on...

But now...

I feel I'm too old to play the blaming game anymore.

You must be thinking that maybe I've had a lil' bit too much coffee than I should have.


You see, if you read yesterday's newspaper, you'll come across a report about CSI, the tv programme.

You'll be suprised to see that the show even got the Deputy Inspector-General of Police himself, Datuk Seri Musa Hassan talking.

You'll be more suprised to read about what he had to say about the show.


"CSI and a few other series teach how to remove traces of crime," he said after the launch of a Zero Crime Campaign by Housing and Local Government Minister Datuk Seri Ong Ka Ting here.

What??

Does that mean we can't watch Gil Grissom, Horatio Caine, Mac Taylor and the rest of the gang anymore??

I mean, are they the ones who should be blamed for all the unsolved cases in our country??

Does that mean,we have to switch to TV1 and watch Gerak Khas & Tragedi instead?

Oh no.....

This can't be true....


I need some more coffee.

Satisfied??

If you read or saw the news these past few days, you'll see that the spm results are out.

These kids look really happy.

They should be. They got what they wanted. And that is good results.

But some are not that happy with their results.

I guess getting straight A's or an excellent result is everything to them.

But, it's not.

When I was in school (I went to a boarding school in Penang), the people there will tell you everyday that you have to score in your exams, whether its PMR or SPM. If you dont ace it, that means you're screwed up big time.

You know what's the best part?

I knew I'm gonna screw up.

And when the results for PMR came out, there are a few people who 'screwed up'.

And yup, that includes me.

So, for the next two years, I've got a 'screw-up' tag behind my back.

I realized that I'm not cut out to be a engineer or doctor.

So, I made it through school.

And I "ran" as far away as I can from those "science and mathematical" based courses.

Here I am now.

I'm not as successful as some of my friend are.

But I think I'll survive.

Hope so....

As you can see, this is my second try in this blog thing. I have another blog before this, but it doesn't seem to work for me.

For me, writing (or typing) a journal, a blog or whatever the heck you call it, it needs something to stimulate the senses of the writer. I mean, there's no use of having a journal or blog if you just stare at it everyday, without ever touching the keyboard to type something....right??

I'm kind of learning a lot of new stuff about this whole blog thing. Hopefully, it'll be better than my last blog.

Hopefully.

At least, I'm starting to have hopes again.

A new blog....??

I can't believe it myself.

I have a new blog.

Wow...

In my last blog, i haven't written anything for almost six months.

Who would've thought I'd make a new blog.

Anyway, welcome people.

And that includes me.