Down the Memory Lane

I'll be off to Europe for a couple of weeks so I wanna leave something special for you guys to check out. I've been thinking bout putting this video on my website for a long time now but since I didn't how to use that Java crap I had to steal the codes from someone else's website. Just so you know, Mudin wrote this song all by himself. Impressive huh?

Watching this 2 year old video brings back many fun and unforgetable memories I had with my seniors Mudin, Hakim, Bardeque, Malik, Apis and We. Those people were really quite close to me. I remembered that when I 1st arrived in Madison, Malik, Apis and We were the ones who greeted me made me feel like I was close to home. All the 3 of them introduced me to life in Madison. I guess that's the reason why I was really close to them up until they graduated.

I was close to Mudin, Hakim and Bardeque coz we played soccer a lot I guess. And after that we all would go to Denny's and hang out for 2-3 hours just talking crap and making stupid jokes bout each other. But I do have special memories with each one of them. I remembered one time I dislocated my shoulder when we were all playing soccer. Mudin not only sent to the hospital, he waited for 3 hours until I was done. Hakim well, he lived with me, meon, madi and giant during summer of 2003. I learned a lot just by living with him. He was so mature than I was, which was the reason why I ditched my dirty jokes n shit. I realized that it's too immature to make those stupid high school jokes anymore and it made me feel embarassed. Bardeque, besides being famous for selling chicken and meat, had quite an interesting character. Both of us used to make fun of Man (my senior - just graduated). Especially during summer of 2004, when Man was trying to make a move on this girl, X. Both of Bardeque and I made jokes about Man and X, it was so extreme it came to a stage where Man was speechless and almost cried. KROHKROHKROH.

I had great memories with you guys and I plan to cherish it for the rest my of life. It's hard to find friends like you guys who are willing to sacrifice your own money, time and effort just bcoz ur friends need it. All of you helped me a lot not only with your mental and physical strength, but also you helped me grow up to be a man. I appreciate every thing you guys have done for me. Thank you.

Hope you guys have a great life ahead. Peace out.

To be or Not to be

I'm sorry I haven't updated my blog for more than a week now. Been busy with finals and .. believe it or not my euro trip. Somehow yesterday I was browsing thru my collection of photos and I found this. This is actually the front page of my university's own newspaper The Daily Cardinal. On the left is a picture Malaysians during the Discover Malaysia night. I was forced to participate for that thing since I was the youngest batch in Madison at that time. I did the Indian dance (my performance was awesome btw) and the one in the picture - Dikir Barat.

I spent 2 years in Kelantan so one could sayI had a lot of experience in Dikir Barat. If I'm not mistaken I did 2 DB performances while I was in Kelantan. ASSrif HOLEmar was in both of them since he was my classmate. My first DB was horrible yet educational. It was like during the orientation week or something, and there were thirteen of us including me and ASSrif HOLEmar. The reason why I said it was horrible was bcoz I was the only non-Kelantanese/T'ganu in the group. There was this one time when they wanted to check on how I was doing since I'm an outsider to this DB thing so they asked me to sing the DB song .. alone. The fact that I know shit bout kecek kelate at that time really 'helped' me a lot. Those bastards started laughing their asses off right after I started singing. That was kind of the reason why my I learned how to kecek kelate pretty quick .. bcoz of the DB.

Anyways, back to the picture, as you can see in it were Giant, Zarina and me. At the back sitting, were Nick and Efa. If you scrutinise carefully, my face was the most right and to the right was an article about a terrorist that was arrested. There was a picture of him with his thick beard. I got the thinkin' and I realized that if I had a beard like that in my picture I would look just like him. Damn people couldn't even differentiate between him and me. What a coincidence!

The other thing bout the picture is that next to me was Giant. Both Giant and I are going to Europe this winter break and when I looked at the picture ... I thought Is this suppose to be a sign? That Giant and I are destined to be partners? I hope not coz both of us are totally different. Giant .. well every chick wants him .. he can just snap his fingers and chicks will be coming from every direction. Which is totally different in my case. Chicks hate me coz I like to curse a lot and I do mean a lot.

If you don't believe me you can ask DEYA at capellanadea@hotmail.com. She even shouted at me when I said pantat a couple of times. Cut me some slack ok I had a bad day. "Kalau ko nak mencarut gi aaa mencarut sorang2 .. xyah buat depan kiteorg (the gurls)" I believe those were her words. Krohkrohkroh. Deya mengamuk x ingat. I don't know why but somehow I remember that moment so clearly in my mind. Even though Deya was angry at that time, I couldn't helped myself but laughed coz it was so funny kene sound pasal mencarut byk sgt. Don't worry both Deya and I are good now. It's weird how something so intense can turn out to be a big joke. Sorry Deya. Salah ko gak. Mengamuk x pasal2 sape suruh. KROHKROHKROH.

Back to my picture, asyik2 terpesong je. If I were to write a karangan right now, I'm seriously fucked up. That picture actually has a sentimental meaning to me. Not that I appeared in the picture with Giant. Hell no. That was the first time I've ever appeared on the newspaper. Frontpage lagi. Bangge sial. And I can only celebrate it with Giant. woohoo (crying).

Computer Programmers Are Losers

I'm sorry I haven't updated my blog. I have been busy with assignments, lab reports and most importantly .... a computer programming project. I don't exactly know why the fuck do students majoring in electrical engineering have to take that fucking subject in the 1st place. It's a core subject ... I mean what the fuck man. I'm so pissed off coz everytime I come to class I don't understand shit. Might as well just stay indoors and get some sleep. Buak gapo kawe nok gi kelah kalu hok satu pong kawe tok pahe? Tok pahe sehabuk nih demo tau dok. Teke molek.... ok enough of my gecek kelate ... hmm I haven't gecek kelate for awhile now since my MRSM PC days.

Anyways, bout this CS course I'm taking, the thing I hate the most is that I have to take the fucking course with other students who are majoring in computer engineering. Now that's really fucked up. You can't just ask an EE dude to jump in with CE guys and mingle around like there's nothing going on. It's a computer programming course for god's sake. That's what CE majors are good at. And you expect me, someone who really knows shit bout programming, man ... that's so fucking unfair. I can't even build my own fucking blog for crying out loud. Had to ask Meon for some help but then he fucked me up .. well sort of. He added a Sabul link in my website without my consent. In case you haven't click on the link yet, Sabul is sort of a porn blog or something like that. There are pics of naked chicks in that blog which might interest some of you guys. FYI ... I only heard bout Sabul after Meon added it to my website. He has a lot of this weird links. Just so you know, he's a computer geek. Last weekend, I caught him reading a php or Java book. C'mon aaaa weekend jer pon. At least gua tido awal je ... lu bace buku programming hari sabtu ape cite. Gile loser!! (Note: Meon has helped me a lot with my website and when my pc fucked up. I do appreciate his help) But c'mon aaa wey weekend bace buku programming ape cer?? Kalau bace utk exam xpe gak ... nih saje2 nak menambah ilmu pengetahuan .... HUISH(tergamam sebentar). Just in case I pissed him off - Gurls Meon is a great guy. Just click on Meon ... you might find him 'interesting'.

Enough bout that dude and back to my course. Pergh gile jauh terpesong cakap pasal Meon. Anyways, about a month ago I was given this project. The interesting part is that it's a group project for 2. I figured that since Epul is also taking the class he can be my partner. But no. He ditched me and opted for his fren, Robert, I think that's his name. Anyways, I was left all by myself and the fact that I didn't fucking know anybody else in that class didn't help either. So, I had to send an email to the whole class asking them whether there's still somebody out there for me iskiskisk. Siap 20 org reply gile hot stuff sial aku. And then from the ones who replied my email, I looked for chicks and there was this person named Gabe Gottfredson. I figured since that person's name is Gabriel, it might be a she. So, I was enthusiastic about meeting 'her' for the 1st time. Semangat aaa amik awek mat salleh jadik partner ... maner tau boley ayat jadik awek ke ... But when I waited for 'her' at the computer lab just to glance at 'her' beautiful eyes (pergh gile jiwang) tunggu punye tunggu dtg sorang mamat nih introduced himself as Gabe. I was like DAYYYYMMMMMM!!!!!!! Gile potong steam. I was a bit disappointed aaa. Ade harapan tinggi gak nak jumpe awek. But the good thing was he said he's majoring in CE.

This dude was fucking good. We went blazing thru the project. I already finished doin the project like 50% and I wanted to ask Epul about the part where I got stuck. Skali tgk Epul pon x start lagi. KROHKROHKROH. Just to show u guys how brilliant Gabe was, he did a Data Shift Register with 7 multiplexers and rips and stuff in just half an hour. The damn thing was so fucking complicated. I mean he was explaining it to me while he was doin it and I didn't understand a fucking thing that came out of his mouth but of coz I just nodded and pretended I knew what he's talkin bout. Kalau x nampak bodoh plak. I mean he took just 30 fucking minutes to do that thing ..... It could take him like a day to explain it to me but I still wouldn't understand shit. Anyways, we finished doin the project this morning at 3 am. Ohhh yeah ... we were at the computer lab from 5 pm the day b4. Fuck I just realized that I just spent 10 hours with a guy name Gabe. DAAYYYMMMM. Dah aaa xde awek. Melepak ngan laki sepanjang mlm plak tuh. If this continues I might turn into a jambu. DAYMM. This is BULLSHIT!!!!!

7 degrees of separation

Since this is actually my first blog, I think I better write bout myself. Honestly speaking, I've never thought growing up would be so difficult until I went back to Malaysia last summer. I had to change my driver's license. Only at that time I realized that the picture I used for my driver's license was the one I took for my MRSM application form. I can't help myself as laughed from ear to ear coz I look like a "budak hingusan". As u can see, at 15 I only had a thin mustache.
For my new driver's license, obviously I'm not gonna use my "budak hingusan" pic. It's embarassing. If the police see it, they'll laugh their asses off. Well fuck them. It's not that I give a shit bout the police anyways,the thing is even I'm embarassed just looking at that picture. So, getting a new picture for my license was a must and that's what I did.
After getting the picture, I compared it to the 15 year old pic. I was like "what the fuck!! Those 2 don't look the same at all. Their like 2 different guys." I was shocked. In 7 years there could be so much difference. That person on the left is just a kid while the one on the right is a man, with a macho goatie (haha goatie mahal tuh). Damn! I didn't realize I grew up so fast.
I mean for fuck's sake, even my facial structure changed. Ok maybe I gained a little weight after going back but that was only 5 kilos. My total was like 70 kilos but when I was 15 my weight was like 55 or something. Cut me some slack ok, I haven't been back home for 2 1/2 years and I don't katok some more. Breakfast mkn nasi lemak supper telan mee goreng. Obviously I was gonna get fatter aaa. Even my mother told me to jaga my weight. As I recalled, when I was 15, my mother always told me to eat a lot coz I was so fucking thin. What the fuck man, you're the one who told me to eat (I didn't really say that to my mom if that's what u'r thinkin'). Anyways, since ramadan I've lost all those 5 kilos of fat so I'm back to myself again (sendiri claim kurus).
Back to my pics. After doing a bit of thinking, I realized that back then I had no responsibility at all. Everything just goes by the day. Hidup melepak je. Study pon last minute. I was lucky to get straight A's for PMR. I realized during the process of changing between those 2 periods, there were many decisions I had to make on my own. Even going to MRSM PC was a big step for me. I was going to represent my school for cross-country running on the day I was supposed to register for the school. Being the youngest in the family made it even harder.
I had to choose whether or not I wanna be a smoker. This wasn't that hard coz I remember what my mother told me when I was in standard 6, " Kalau mama jumpe Hisyam hisap rokok, mmg siap aaa". My mom is not the type of person u wanna mess with. Rotan tuh dah manjadik perkare biase for me. Going to the US was a big deal too. My parents didn't wanna let me go and wanted me to study locally. I mean why would I study in UTM with a comfortable loan from MARA when JPA is giving me a scholarship to study overseas?
I want to save the best for last. Between those 7 gruelling years, there have been achievements to my credit. Straight A's for PMR, 8 A's for SPM and sports too ... in cross country running. Even when I met Cikgu Fauzi (he was my PJK teacher in MRSM PC) in KL after graduating from high school, he didn't remember my name but he called me 'Raja Marathon' . And the list goes on blah blah blah. Maybe I can put those in my resume or something but those achievements aren't the one I'm proud of.
If any of u know, I couldn't pronounce the letter 'R' until I was about 16 years old. The fact that my forst name Badrul had an r in it made it even worse. Something like 'Badwooll' would come out of my mouth. Everytime I introduced myself in class those ass holes (my classmates) would laugh at me (I hope they'll burn in hell!!). U don't know how it feels like to be laughed by 45 students ok. Trust me on this one. It really fucked up my self esteem. Nak cakap dlm class pon malu. Obviously isn't it? Why would I open my mouth if people are gonna laugh at me? I remembered that when first entered MRSM PC, Asrif was my deskmate, and I couldn't pronounce his name. So I called him Omar (his name is Asrif Omar so ...). I was the only one who called him that and somehow calling him Omar made him feel uncomfortable. Hmm maybe he got a gay vibe from me I guess haha. Anyways after about a month in PC, somehow my tongue pulled a rabbit out of a hat or something. Tibe2 boley pronounce 'R' and it was historical. For the first time in my life I was able to pronounce my own fuckin' name the right way. It was fuckin' magical. I was going 'rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr' everytime there's an 'r' in a word to the point where it was annoying. Well at that time, I really didn't give a fuck coz being able to say my name the right way ... I don't know how to say this .. the most important thing that happened in my life ??
Maybe to u it's lame but when people laughed at u coz u can't pronounce ur own name ... damn. It's suicidal. It makes u feel like a loser. But when that day came, I was like .. I felt like I wanted to cry. But I didn't. It's not macho laa for guys to cry. People will think u'r a pussy (no offence to feminists). I don't care what u people think of my best achievement, coz to me what I feel inside is most important. Right now, just by remembering that moment makes me feel like I'm on top of the world and I'm so fuckin proud of it.