Because it will just split us...please.

Salam.

First of all, me-lost-the-game. It was embarrassing, and here are some clips of me in that competition. I told Aidid (the one who was supporting me in this video, he was recording actually). I was really disappointed, by me, especially. Apart of that, I was really been pressurized after I thought I was doing good in my game, apparently Alan told me not, so yeah, I was really disturbed back then on the court. Honestly, some games are joyful, even if we lost. But, not this game, I felt like I'm a fool who caused us to lose. =( :( :<

Anyway, that's all for today's competition.

Recently, in my facebook, and in my friend's blog 'de Mortu Cordis', politic has come. Yeah, he is in somekind like in opposition party, but, who cares about that. Everyone has their own way of contributing to others. But, in a big community, we are friends. But, not all friends are in the same way as us, the way they thought, the way they observe, the way they opine, the way they be thankful, the way they can help. They are not the same, seriously. I don't mean like we should forget or hate anything politic-related, no, it's not, it's your right to do that, but sometimes, this thing can really break us apart, like we don't look at the people in the same way, again. I don't wanna fight anything, I don't wanna say anything wrong, but please, let it be your private opinion, or your group opinion. It's just I wanna say 'please'.

Opposition party is good, but on the other hand, don't blindfold your eyes from seeing the there are some things good in our country. I don't know, whether you're in UK or India, but here in Russia, bet you gonna get the meaning of Malaysia. Please, don't bomb our relationship with politic, I've seen enough.

Salam.

Rasa seorang ibu

Salam peeps.

First of all, why is it the word 'salam' is not in dictionary? WHY? Why is the word 'shalom' is in dictionary? Man, Jews are racist. Boo ya' !! 

Not a nice intro isn't it? Anyway, don't be surprise of all sudden, I'm back blogging although it is not often as last year, or past 3 weeks, but this week I am done with study. Tired, really tired. Tomorrow I'm gonna have a men's double badminton final, so I should rest by now, but yeah...

Freaking BIOCHEMISTRY JUST ALWAYS GONNA SPOIL MY WEEKEND, ALWAYS!!!

   I have to make notes, not only for BIochemistry, but Economy, Philosophy, and some other retarded subjects, which definitely piss me off. Why should a doctor know all these subjects? Why? Can someone explain this to me? Why? But last time, my Microbes sucks. I don't know, I already prepared for that class, and as always, those Indian students didn't prepared anything acting like they are geniuses. Nevermind, not all people should be like other people, they are good (I mean really good) in some other way, like dancing, cooking (GOD I LOVE THEIR COOKING). 

Random question: Why my stats are increasing everyday, like there's a lot of people arrived here in my blog? Sheesh, Who are you guys? I'd never tell more than 10 persons about my blog, sheesh. This is awkwardo. 

Today, it was me on duty to cook for my housemate. I'm suck in cooking, oh wait, I'm suck in everything except sleeping, so yeah, don't expect anything good from me, especially cooking (even to fry nuggets, seriously). Because I have the habit of experimenting things, and my curiosity always overtook me to put some other things in my cooking. Luckily no one was poisoned by me back then. But today is my lucky day. I don't know, everything seems working. I made a sambal ikan bilis, with extra spicy and belacan, and tomato sauce and i-d-k-whatever-thing I put in that cooking. But it taste good. And even more, if someone eat your cooking, and wanted to add some more, it will feel like all the penat lelah is paid. Seriously.

And that's how your mom feels when you say 'Mak, mak masak sedap gila hari ni, sampai bila-bila pun, nak tambah lagi boleh?'. And I'm pretty sure your mom is smiling while she's putting some more on your plate. Because, mom's cooking isn't like restaurant's cooking. It has an ajinamoto of love in it. God, I really love my mom's cooking, I feel like I wanna my mom to post me her sambal here =(   . So my point is, girls out there, although I'm a loser to you guys, but, please bear in mind, if you can't cook, your family isn't gonna be good. Seriously, cook is a key of happiness. It's not your shawl, it's not your Prada bag, or your Jimmy Choo. 

Pesanan dari penaja: Slavahuyevsky. 

Salam.

Hugh Laurie

Salam.

Okay, for someone who doesn't know who this man is, please google, cuz if you don't know it, I'll kill ya. I don't know, maybe he is not a doctor, just an extraordinary musician, comedian, singer and bla bla, but there's one thing I really gonna remember about him for the rest of my life like 'for the rest of my life' by Maher Zain (actually I mistyped 'Anuar Zain' just now) because, he keeps me opening those freaking medic books, even if tomorrow is my exam and I am pretty fucked up and lazy enough to open the damn heavy book. Or maybe, the thickness bothers me. Maybe not, it's the freaking content that freaks me out everytime. Hugh Laurie is the main character in the famous series House, and also starring other famous actors, like Jesse Spencer (he's also a musician) and Omar Epps (idk). Anyway, my point is, he's the one who made me really 'into' medic, since, past few months back then, I was babbling and blaming my self up of taking the medic.

Medic is interesting, isn't it?

But, since there's something going on in Malaysia about us, the future doctors who frankly I should say 'being thrown out' here in Russia. Yeah, I might should just admit that, Russian's graduate are gonna be fucked up in every years. I mean, step back to the reality, we are really being thrashed out here. But what am I gonna do with it? And to those who complained about us, let me ask you something bitch, 'How do you help us to get through it?'. Please, to all students who are still studying here including ME, stop panicking around, because, there's nothing you can do about it. Another 4 years to go, then we're done. It just don't make it 'done' as really 'done', get it? It just, what should I say is; to make the best out of it, that's all. Doesn't have to be panicking by telling your parents (it's not wrong) and then your parents gonna write something to Berita Harian (this is wrong) which neither this nor that, will never (say never?) make anything correct, in fact, worse.

The sad part was, his/her father acclaimed that his daughter/son is a MARA/SPC student, which, I really get it, talented-brainiac-multipurpose-student (exception: me). Pakcik, I know, how worried you are about you child's future, and to be honest, I did the same thing as you child did, complaining this and that to my father. In the end, my father didn't just ask me to quit, instead, he just keeps encouraging me, which totally motivates me to keep studying and studying UNTIL I GET WHAT I WANNA BE, a surgeon. Yes, maybe those pegawai perubatan can stop, mock me, but, I'll strive to be who I wanna be, even if I have to repeat another 5 years in India doing the M.D again. Seriously.

Make the best out of everything. Being a doctor, isn't about where you study, it's about you to see everything as an opportunist.

salam.

Curry-Burn Killed Me

Salam y'all!

Sorry about the post the other day. But still, I am piss off until now. But my decision is my decision, that jersey project is cancelled. What can I do, if people won't do it, right? Anyway, thanxs to Mrs --- also for advising me, if not, I wouldn't have blown off to tips of meat. Sorry Abah, the only thing that I really get angry here is, when it come to someone who was like toying my father to do this and that, and it was me who did it, and I feel really guilty. When I am guilty, I found out the reason is because the third person, I swear, I just feel like killin' them. Which apparently, I can't do it, because, I am suppose to treat, no beat people.

Boleh ka beat orang pun in the first place?

Anyway, today I had a badminton competition. AND like the title said, curry already killed me. I lost because of I ate curry maggy before the match, which brought me a supa dupa heat sensation in my stomach, and of course, I couldn't even play well. Ended up, I lose in the Men's single game. Anyway, single is not my game, so what. I'm gonna double tomorrow, and also mixed double, with Shu Ann, my senior, and a chinese. Hope for the best yaw? Anyway, today I learnt a lesson. The spirit of a Russian. My coach, his name is Misha. Seriously, Misha, that's what we called him. His full name is Mikhail, so yeah, it is how Russian give their cute name to others. Serious.

Misha, is like a friend to Malaysians. Especially to us, those who play badminton. He's now spreading his wing over the Volgogradians, I mean, he's spreading badminton in Volgograd. He encourages kids, teens and even veterans to join and play in this competition, it's like the first ever competition organized in Volgograd. I sincerely, respect him for what he done, and I don't know what he's going to do next. Heart you Misha, and Happy Men's Day.

K, got to go. Nak kene study biochem. Heate (heart+hate) it!

it's hard to deal

Salam y'all.

I'm back, bla bla, again. This time, in English, coz' I wanna avoid few misunderstanding about words. Because apparently, my words already been read wrongly, I mean, in term of intonation, there's some guy who read it wrong, so he banged me with his wrong misunderstand. WHICH ANNOYED ME because I AM easily feel guilty to someone, although yeah peeps know that I kinda of big-headed guy, I admit it, but, it takes time for me to change my thought, my decision. It's been like that, and it'll always be like that. But, don't just mock me like that, because, ONCE YOU HATE ME, you know, I HATE YOU MILLION TIMES more, and plus as a bonus pack- I HATE EVERYONE WHO IS RELATED TO YOU. Fuck, I'll never respect you anymore, fucker. So here it is, I quit.

Dude, since I was in the middle school, the things that I wanted to do to others, always gave me headache and the most pity part was, people hatred me. I hated it. The same thing as in INTEC, the same thing is right now. I wanna do my part, JUST PRIORLY to make something for people, and what I get in return? Craps, hates, and some kutuk-belakang. Okeyh, I'm not going to emo, if it is not a big thing, but fuckers, can you just get me straight to the point that "Hey, I'm not going to buy this!". Just get those words struck my head, you bitches! Okay, here it is. The thing is, in briefly, I wanna make a jersey, for this coming Moscow Games 2011. Everything seemed so okay, like yeah, "Ah, thanxs, good bla bla". In the end, what I knew "We're not gonna buy this; we didn't have enough money; we already had one, not all people can buy this". So, it's not that disappointing though if that's the only it. The thing is, by telling me after I DEALED with the dealer, after my father went to Padang Besar to observe some dealer, hey fucking volgogradians, WHY DONT YOU ASK BITCHES ASSES to do it yourself, and don't annoy me with something like this. AND NOW, IT'S GONNA END.

But but but why?

      Because it's too late to get along with your 'this-and-that-game'. You took my time, you wasted my time, and even more, you troubled my dad. It's nothing with me, personally. Get off me, bitches!

I'm tired of all this, I quit, and I'll never serve you. It's already late, morons.

Bye, salam.

Minggu Pertama SEM 2

Mengupdate blog sekarang semakin malas. Tak bermakna semakin rajin study ye tuan tuan dan puan puan. Ni lah orang panggil malas haram. Iyelah, sejuk skrg ni.Tengok tuh kat luar, salji turun berduyun-duyun, macam hujan polistrene la pulak. Dengan rambut yang panjang ini, dan semakin dah tak hodoh macam dulu (si makcik tukang gunting rambut cam hapa entah buat keje). So tujuan mengupdate blog ni, sebab, rasa macam malas nak update tapi update je lah.

Nak study malas.

Tapi bab nak main sekrang mmg rajin sangat ye. Ajaklah main badminton, konfem gua turun main punye. Nak nak tengah top form ni, mmg lagi best la nak bermain. Bermacam-macam skill menjadi. jangan buat gila.

Dah nak out. Mlas. Kbyethanxs.

Hari ini dalam sejarah

Salam.

     Okeh tadi asal nak tido, tapi tetiba tak tido sebab sakit perut la apa la. Cuti pulak tinggal dalam dua hari. Tuh pun tak sampai dua hari, pastu terus start dengan Biochem, fish, sakit gila aku kalau macam ni. Aku semakin malas ngan Biochem, and probably aku dapat cikgu laen. But I wish memang nak cikgu laen pun, sebab cikgu lama terlampau rileks sehingga menyebabkan aku sakit jantung pulak nanti time exam. Bukan, aku just tak nak peristiwa berulang sama, ala macam Histo, terpaksa struggle time exam. 

    Next semester tak menjanjikan apa-apa untuk orang macam aku kecuali sukan semata-mata. Well, aku bukanlah minat nak ber'kiasu' kan, so aku takkan jadi tipikal macam sepelusuk perempuan-perempuan sini yang tau nak study. Aku pelik, apa korang dapat dengan study bagai nak rak sampai habes, last-last markah sama jugak cam aku, jadi doktor sama jugak cam aku. Okeh, sounds poyo, lantak la orang nak usaha pun, ko pesal nak kecoh-kecoh ni, ingat semua nak jadi doktor bengap macam kau ke roon. Hoh. Taklah, lama tak kcari gaduh kekadang, okeh jugak. Pergi jumaat hari ni, duduk tak sampai lima minit dah kena bangun sembahyang, dengar khutbah pun sesikit je. Sebab datang lambat. Tapi datang awal pun, khutbah sini pendek, ringkas dan padat (apakah padat, paham pun tak). Tapi khutbah sini, tak kire first ke second ke, still the same, tetap cepat. Ni yang cek suka ni, ;) 

Anyway, hari ni we had a lot of talks, gila variety nak mati topic, but of course semua stok pasal orang la. Boring okeh, bila ada talk-talk yang macam ni, buat cuti ni terasa begitu bermakna. Lagipun apart of skyping je ngan famili tadi, dengan menunjuk-nunjuk hot dog sini aka kalbasa sini yang besar nak mati, lebih baik sembang2 dengan orang sekali kan. Tapi seriously, sini besar gila hot dog dia, puas makan, tak puas kena bayar lebih. Dua hot dog aku habes dalam 26 hinggit. Murah je sebenarnya, iyelah, in term of Russia, iyelah murah. Kalau aku kat Malaysia, haram nak beli. Macam sampai sekanrang pun aku tak penah pegi ke Kenny Rogers, kejadahnya aku nak beli benda-benda merepek macam ni kan. Tapi the most part important is, hari ni, haram banyak gila aku belajar, pengalaman orang tuh, ayat itu ini sikit, term-term pelik sikit, and then, part yang aku suka dalam talk is, terbongkar rahsia yang berkaitan dengan aku, i mean, what really these volgo peeps see into me. 

OF COURSE KAN, RUBBISH LA.

   Senang cakap, kalau setakat manusia-manusia volgo ni bermuka-muka, belakang-belakang tikam aku, baik  pegi mampus dari nasihat aku suruh 'FIKIRLAH POSITIF TENTANG ORANG LAIN'. Inilah positif yang kaw cakapkan kan? bila pikir positif, kau kene baling taik je. Seriously, (cewah lama tak emo ni, semangat ni) nasihat la aku berjuta kali pun, PAYAH CIK KAK OI, PAYAH!!! Sebab aku sendiri tak pikir positif tentang diri aku, LAGILAKAN kalau aku nak pikir pasal orang lain. Ceh. So, normal la ada backstabber, and muka-muka ni, sebab, memang itu pun kau manusia. Nak tau dia backstabber ke tak?

Senang, kasi je dia marah. Time berdarahlah telinga daku dengan ayat-ayat mereka. Purf.

Okeh aku nak out, dah sakit belakang, sehari tak rehat. K bye-bye, salam.

Mean Girls 2

Meaghan Jette Martin

Salam.

Semalam adalah tidak mengantuk. disebabkan dah takde keje, so aku layan la movie yang aku tak layan lagi. Tengok citer hantu kejap yang Amy Mastura berlakon tuh, and then, sambung citer Ngangkung yang aku tak sempat habeskan sebab dia ter-intervened dengan match MU, and lastly aku tengoklah citer Mean Girls 2. Actually aku taktau pulak ni ada dua, tapi lepas aku punyalah curious dengan asal usul minah sebelah kiri aku ni, so aku google la. 

Omigod, I fell in love with her !!!

Taklah. Actually ye pon. Malas je nak buat wallpaper, nanti orang usha pelik, apakah laki buat wallpaper dia ni apakahhh??? Lagipun dia ni memang buat aku dejavu la. Rupanya, gaya pemakaian and muka dia dalam citer tuh, actually mirip sorang Russian kat sini. Nama dia natasha. Seriously, look very alike. Rambut, muka, dressing. Pfft. Patutlah aku triple crush kat citer ni. Citer tuh bese-bese la, tipikal bitches high school yang dengki mendengki sesama pempuan. Alah, kat sini pun dua kali lima je, dah hakikat pempuan. 

Suddenly teringat waktu sekolah rendah. Dude, sekolah rendah aku penah ada crush, hagahgahga, tipulah kalau korang tapenah ade crush. tapi aku bangsat la time sekolah rendah, perangai macam budak-budak (seriously, dah zaman budak-budak memg la KENA perangai budak-budak, ko nak poyo mature PESAL?). Haha. Last-last takde dah crush, and semua pempuan benci aku. Aku gaduh ngan pempuan, tak ke? Punca dia senang je, cakap aku 'bodoh', 2 minit lepas tuh kerusi naik atas kepale ko. 

Haaaa, skrg sila takut dengan aku cepatttt !!!

   It just itu zaman dulu. Aku mmg taktau nak pikir. Aku pikir logik semua benda. satu di balas satu. skrg belajar banyak la kan, life bukan pasal semua benda yg kita nak, perlu sacrifice jugak. kekadang perangai lama aku membantu untuk IQ aku jugak sbnrnya, sebab? atas sebab2 aku sendiri tak paham, tapi betolll. skrg taklah. tak bermaksud aku bengap skrg, cuma kurang cerdik macam orang lain. itu jer. and dulu aku mencarut mmg puh pekat pioorrr habes, macam, sekali keluar boleh buat combo. and this thing tak hilang sampai aku kat pasir salak.

how hard is to forget the first love eh? pfft. because i can't really get her out of me. ah benci ah.

k bye salam.

Kawan Dulu

Okay, hari ni dah jadi dua posts tak pepasal. Pahamkanlah keboringanism yang melanda seluruh jiwa dan raga, argh argh frustrated. brrf brrf. Tadi tengah main ngan kaucing, tetiba aku teringat kawan semeja time aku form 3 dulu. entah mane eh derang sekarang. sedar tak, (or maybe tak sedar, sebab aku je yang jenis ni), setiap kali aku move on to another phase, aku akan lupakan terus sape yang penting bagi aku dulu, yang penah tologn aku dulu, sape yang selalu aku lepak-lepak sembang-sembang dalam bilik dulu. seriously, is it proving me something like, am i a hypocrite or selfish? sebab, aku totally macam tak amek kesah dah sesape yang rapat ngan aku dulu.

kecuali budak langkawi, sebab, macam baru lagi. aku rasa 90% konfem yang aku akan tinggalkan memori budak langkawi nanti time aku dah start keje. or tak. tapi orang2 yang aku cakap is budak mrsm pasir salak. yeah i know, mrsm pasir salak sucks for me kan, but nevertheless, 3 years sebenarnya banyak jugak kot kenangan. yang tak berapa kenangan sebenarnya. nothing sweet except aku lost beberapa kawan baik aku dulu. mana hilangnya firdaus dagu? tengku amirul (balik harituh baru dapat jumpa)?, syafik ramli? and sabri (bukan semeja)? Seriously aku tetibe je cam miss derang balik. And the one who made me pop up this is, first tetibe terkenang syafik ramli.

syafik ramli adalah kawan semeja aku, on the front line, kat mrsm ps dulu. semua orang cakap, budak yang sits frontline adalah nerd. TAKLAH SEBENARNYA. empat2 ekor yang dok depan ni semua pemalas. nak nak kelas math, nah, 4 ekor ni depan ni semua tidor je keje. seriously. tak pandai mana pun, tapi tido macam genius ala adi putra. pfft. syafik ramli, aku paling ingat kenangan ngan dia time aku nak amek result PMR dulu. kesian. dia dapat markah yang agak tak bahagia. aku bermalam rumah dia kat Ipoh satu malam kejap. dia memang baik. but malam tuh, dia risau gila dengan result dia, and dia gitau exactly subjek apa yang dia slack. and apparently subjek yang dia target tuh dpt seperti yang dia expected. the thing is, dia sedih, iyelah kan sape je tak sedih, exam PMR dapat teruk, and skali melayakkan dia utk dibuang maktab. kesian. sepanjang perjalanan, aku tak sanggup nak cakap pape pasal markah aku, or result aku. it just, aku gitau aku dapat 8As sudah kat parent dia (since parent dia tanye, dah duk satu kereta). but sadly, kesian die, sepanjang perjalanan tuh, die senyap je, aku tadapat nak backup dia. ayah dia kecewa, mak dia kecewa, and dia asyek kene leter jer. aku cuba back up dia sikit, cam 'pak cik dia usaha jugak, takde rezeki'. but, ayah dia insist 'rezeki itu Allah tentukan atas usaha juga'. I admitted it. memang syafik agak kurang belajar, nevertheless dia bukan kuat main or what ever. dia baik. dia perangai bagus, tolong orang. cuma dia susah untuk belajar, and belajar pun susah.

sebenarnya aku bersalah terhadap dia and jugak sabri. kalaulah aku super genius dapat tolong derang dulu lagi. kalaulah aku dpt luangkan masa lagi banyak untuk tolong derang dulu. dulu aku usaha sendiri2, and paling kuat aku ajak member baik aku, mior nabil. tapi tuh pun since mior jenis ikot rentak aku, cam main2 badminton malam2 sampai kene maki ngan warden, then baru studi tengah2 malam. aku dari dulu lagi kaki stay up, so no wonder kalau aku nak tido lambat2 buka buku, dengan syarat, aku tak tido dulu. klu tak same je. sabri kawan baik aku jugak. dia ni bukan malas. seriously, aku tapenah jumpa orang serajin dia. dia pernah minta tologn member aku ajar dia, studi studi studi and studi la. and aku pun penah diminta untuk ajar dia. aku ajar setakat mana yang mampu. tapi, nasib dia sama macam syafik, dikeluarkan dari sistem mrsm disebabkan markah. sedih. semua ni kawan baik ngan aku, sangat sangat baik. dua2 orang perak. sorang kat kampar, sorang dekat ipoh (syafik). tapi, mane derang sekrang ni? aku sebenarnya, masih terngiang2 ayat sabri kat kepala aku, seolah2 aku masih tak bertanggungjawab lagi kat si sabri ni. dia penah cakap kat aku yang 'aku takkan putus asa selagi aku tak hantar mak ayah aku ke Mekah'. Allahu Akbar! aku sendiri takpernah ada niat sehebat dia ni ketika di usia tuh. entahlah, mana entah si sabri sekarang.

tolonglah, Ya Allah, berikanlah mereka kesejahteraan di dunia dan akhirat, moga mereka peroleh kejayaan di dunia dan akhirat, moga mereka terpelihara akhidahnya dan agamanya, semoga kami dapat berjumpa lagi satu hari nanti. Insya-Allah, Amiiiiiiin. !!!

Salam.

Egypt

Salam.

Alhamdulillah selamat semua dengarnya kawan kawan gua di Mesir. Nampaknya sekarang mulalah musim aku pulak bercakap sesorang dalam blog ni memandangkan tiada siapa yang baca, and the most important part is, haram sorang pun AKAN baca blog ni memandangkan aku sudah mendeletekan segala link-link yang berkaitan dengan adress untuk masuk dalam blog ni. Dude, aku tak perasan sangat la nak orang baca blog aku. Geli geli geli.

Macam biasa, buatlah blog, tulislah dalam blog kalau anda marah, anda kecewa, anda sakit hati. Fuh, kekadang rasa cam tak feel pulak aku tulis dalam english. The reason aku tulis dalam english adalah sebab penggunaan 'aku' dalam bahasa melayu sangat bunyi macam tidak sopan, and apart of it, boleh improve english tak pepasal. in the end, aku tadapat awek mat saleh pun poyo lebih nak tulis dalam english. haha. *eh bunyi desperate ke kalau aku tulis nak awek mat saleh?*. Watever. Aku tengok style penulisan aku kian hari kian berubah, semakin serious, ala ala tokoh kenegaraan, which aku sendiri tanak jadi pon, but aku tulis jerrrr, ala macam orang tulis love story diorang dalam life kan. Seriously, tulis dalam BM jauh lagi feel, I mean, you get to express whatever in your heart. Okeh silap, tulis dalam BM rojak, lagi best. And aku tak try impose bahasa comel/eww yow? Sekarang ni penyakit bosan melanda aku sampai akhirnya aku buat benda terkutuk semalam. Sesorang. Dalam cerah. Aku bukak buku Histology balik. Oh tidaaakk jangan maki aku tidakkkk tidakkkk. Semua kawan aku usya slack habes petang tadi sebab tetibe nampak buku histology. Alaaaaaa bukan buku porno pon apsal nak gelabah aku bukak pun kannn?!!! Aku bukak sebab bukan nak stadi histology yang telah failkan aku habes-habesan laa, aku nak tengok clinical correlation die jewrrr (nengade). Dude aku jadi doctor nanti bukan aku paham kejadah sangat pon theory, tapi kalau kau taktau penyakit, kejadahnya kau nak jadi doctor, mana ada orang sihat nak cari ko nanti pun kan. So baca penyakit adalah lebih baik.

In the end, bacanya 5 minit, selebihnya buku usya romantik kat aku tido ngan kucing. -.-"

  ye saya tido dengan kucing. bunyi bahaya bangat kan, takut aku terpenyek kucing tuh sebab aku gemok sangat kan??! Taklah, aku ni caring, aku kasi ruang cukup dia nak tidor atas sofa tuh. Padahal aku tak pulak cukup ruang. Last2 aku sakit belakang and amik kucing tuh tidor atas perut aku yang muncit nih. Lagi nyenyak hadelah. Tapi die belah lepas tuh. sebab? entah. lapar gamaknya, takpun nak berak. takpun aku aku tertampar dia. takpun aku...ape ape jelah. haha. actually early on today, aku supposedly nak tulis pasal bebudak egypt. last-last aku babling pasal benda tak patut sebanyak sejuta perenggan. apakah?

btw, cantik takkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk template blog aku yang baru, sendiri buat okeh. sebab tuh la HODOH macam tuan dia. lol. anyway, aku kesian jugak tengok member2 aku yang still stuck kat mesir. mesir tengah berevolusi. kalut sana sini, baling batu sana sini, israel mula nak maen guli sekali dengan hosni murtabak tuh, last last, US nak letak BOM la. senang kan? takla, last part tuh tak la. tapi sedihlah, sampai rakyat terseksa nak suruh kau turun jawatan murtabak woi, tak reti reti lagi ke nak turun jawatan ha? kau rasuah sane sini, jadi new-a (bar-u-wa) israel and US, padanlah kau tengok budak budak palestin kene bunuh, kau pulak buat pekak buta tuli jee, butakan rakyat kau dengan star-star bola (okeh ni takde kaitan) mesir kan, dengan pelancongan entah pape je, last2 yang aku bengang kau menyusahkan kawan baik aku kat sane sekrang. dia stuck kat kaherah airport, taktau bila nak fly moscow. haih, aku doakan la semua selamat alhamdulillah dapat balik.

peliklah semua member2 aku yang balik dari melancong cakap macam-macam benda pelik jadi, i mean, bukan takat pergi melancong bla bla, tangkap gambar mat saleh, usha mat saleh berjemur (okeh itu tak, winter kejadah orang nak berjemur), tapi siap ada jumpa mafia lagi, siap sembang ngan orang mabuk lagi, diajak minum arak la, ni ha revolusi mesir 2011 vs hosni murtabak la, which were the sweetest part of the journey kan. tapi aku punya firasat, melancong taun ni macam syealll jeer, semua benda serba tak menjadi, ade je masalah. macam aku kena masalah patah balik dari abu dhabi dulu kan. kalau aku tak kena patah balik dulu, mesti ada masalah kena kat aku lagi besar.

macam, kena bom kat moscow, macam pegi egypt. sebab masalah kat abu dhabi itulah aku habes duit. bila habes duit, aku takdapat melacong. sekali gus aku tadapat pegi memane winter ni T.T. tapi TAKPE. rupanya memang betol apa member aku cakap. semuanya ada HIKMAH besar dariNya kenapa aku tak dibenarkan getta-xell-out of volgo.

ouh, kawan-kawan aku ade ajar mamat russki mabuk cara nak mencarut dalam BM, and mamat russki tuh ajar caara nak mencarut dalam russki. -.-". takpelah, tak awkward pun bagi aku sebab, aku tau semua pekataan mencarut tuh lagi awal dari derang. eh aku tk mencarut russki ehh, cari mati hapa. kat malaysia iyelah, sebab sekor takpaham (amaran: dosa chain reaction!!), aku just cari dalam you tube. ngeheeee. =)

chillax, bye bye salam. sori bahasa adalah kasar, dah bosan pulak tulis english. oh btw, takde orang bace pon., so nevermind, and apa-ever. =)