Pagi Ahad yg mengantuk

Tengok muka dia ni, mengantuk baa..

Uaahhh...! Memang mengantuk, sebab tidurku tidak normal. Aku sudah jadi macam vampire, tidur dari jam 6am ke 12 pm. Malam sampai subuh berjaga, main game, download, main game, lompat-lompat dan makan megi. Fred kejutkan jam 9am, minta kami jadi fasi kursus Adobe. Zai beri semangat untuk pergi ke KMC. Yaa..aku pun pergi memandangkan aku juga seorang ajk. Nasib baik ada Zai.

Untuk program si fred tu, aku jadi penjaga komputer. Assistant si fred, kalau dia suruh play, aku kna tekan play, kalau pause, aku kena pause. Macam slave la aku ni hari tu. Tapi ndak pa. Dapat sijil. Si Zai pulak jalan2 sekitar peserta2 dan bagi tunjuk ajar yg sepatutnya seperti fasilitator. Kalau ada peserta bermasalah, dialah yg urus.

Best jugak program si Fred ni. Tapi aku rasa aku boleh buat yg lagi power utk kelab. Pasal aku yg paling power di UMP. THE WORLD(za warudo)<----ni zai tulis aa

lol telah diedit oleh Zai. seb baek ade due org ajk pompuan yg cun2..huahuahuah(ditulis oleh 2 org itu)

Masa ni ada 2 cewek tengok laptopku wuuuu..<---ni aku tulis

Aku memaksa untuk menulis

Salam semua,

Nombor satu:
Maaaaaaaf lama tidak meng-update blog. Banyak cerita nak dikongsi, banyak boleh ditulis, tapi setiap kali entry ditulis di notepad, satu makhluk aneh akan menghendap di sudut-sudut jiwa. Makklhuk* itu terus menerus men 'channel' kan seribu satu erti baru dalam kotak fikiran. Annaa...apa sudah aku tulis ni, kalo malas cakap malas ja la, ya Sori aku malas. Hahahahahah...

Nombor dua:
Aku banyak baca blog-blog orang lain. Tapi aku malas mengkomen dan membalas komen. Ini telah menyalahi etika bloggers. <---ini dapat dari fred, dikursusnya pagi sabtu.Balik dari kursus tu (aku balik awal) aku terus tulis benda ni. Jadi, terima kasih Fred, kerana memberi sinar blog kepadaku semula.

Nombor tiga:
Yaa kelab ku, Kmedia. Banyak kami telah buat untuk kelab ni, tapi lagi banyak yang belum terbuat. Aaaaa..Apa yang dicapai skang belum cukup memadai, belum cukup puas, macam sup ayam tapi tiada garam. Aku ada design logo baru kelab, ideanya ku cekup dari Nadia california. Asalnya mau bikin baju, tapi akhirnya jadi logo baru. Gomenasai Nadia...
Harapanku:
1. Buat baju kelab
2. Buat kelas tutorial adobe,flash,3Ds Max, etc
3. Mau panjat gunung tahan dengan Sarul (ideanya ni)
4. Mau pigi Singapore (masih jauh dari angan-angan)
5. Mau pigi Jepun dengan Jeppok (ideanya juga, lagi jauh dari angan-angan)
6. Website jurnalism umpSHOCK (adess...pereka website tgh berkurka kurki)

Nombor empat:
Haritu ku baca blog Yasmin Ahmad, dia hebat. Bacalah blognya ya disini.

aku cuba membuat entry seboleh mampu...

Maju kelabku maju!

Kebelakangan ini bila si polan diatas tunduk dia akan senyum tiba-tiba, dan blognya sudah lama tidak diupdate. Juga penjuru-penjuru nadi di kepalanya kerap sakit.

"Boleh lukis muka saya?"
"Tanya dia, kalau dia nak bolehla"
"Kena bayar tak?"
"Ntah, kalo dia suruh bayar, bayar kot"

Perbualan biasa lain seperti:

"Ni ape ni?"
"Ni kelab media, badan pelajar UMP"
"oooo..."

lagi satu,

"Kalau jadi ahli dapat per?"
"Aaa..."
"Aktiviti kelab macam mane?"
"Aaaa..."
"Kalau saya nak belajar buat grafik cam ni boleh ke"
"Aaaaaa...."

Somehow my mind felt blank, full of emptiness.
Conversation start with a typical greeting.
"Errmm..minat ke?, Pandai lukis, kaler?"
at the same time I point to the 19" widescreen LCD, potraying toramizu piece of art. She

did not feel any disturbance, focusing on her work.

And the typical answer would be,
"Minat gak, saje tengok-tengok.."
or
"Pandai gak skit2, tapi tak la sampai guna komputer, lukis tangan tu boleh la.."

Annd here I go explaining something about the club. I never organize my words into structured description. Simply I just telling what is in my mind at that time. People with great interest willing to hear me, but one that just want to look around try to void me. Here I learned the art of comunication, my social engineering skill rise to level 2. Now I know how to talk nicely with school children, persuading people to register, managing clients and getting girls phonenumbers.I considered Kmedia booth is as successful as Intel. Wuahahaa.. not to brag but truly we gained valuable resources of knowledge, contacts of related people in our field, projects from various people, increase in local registration and also make a few new friends. A tall guy with long black hair, introduced himseld as a freelance designer. He carried B40 canon camera and talk a lot about local photography activity. CSI Kuantan Police, offered us to touch up the pictures they took. They also want our band to perform in wedding ceramony. A lady from Kipsas want us to design a new pamplet for Kipsas. The best.. we probably get project from FSKKP, to create corporat video for the faculty, the payment pretty good. I hope we got this and we can stuff money into the club fund.

Personally, I felt more and more confident my club will prosper! Move oooonnwards, till
the edge of timeeee!! Jep dah habis expoconvo, tak lama lagi dia akan meninggalkan MPP, selamat pulang Jeepok, mari bersama kami ya! (Jepp yang kukenal telah dicuri oleh MPP dan UMP, kini dikembalikan semula)

Siapa akan mengambil alih kelabku nanti? Nanti apa dia mau buat? Student Mall tu dia mau urus ka? Siapa nak mewaris CC? Band Kmedia pulak? Design untuk Muslimvoice Akademi Nasyid TV9 belum ku sentuh. Alamak.

Masih dalam dilema memikir.

LOVE HURTS

Look at how pathetic this guy is, he don't have guts to save her love.

The first time i saw her was on a magazine. She's so perfect, beautiful curves and flawless looks, my heart completely melts. But never in my mind that one day she'll come to me. But who knows what god plans is, I met her face to face in Low Yatt. Yeah, the building full of pretty girls with nose bleed dressing, but she was the one that caught my attention.

We looked at each other. Soon we figured out, we want to be together. Love never been so simple. Time passed and we struggled to be as closed as ever. We liked to spent time listening to music. She like everything i choose d, never complaint and never asked anything. Listening to JPop always been our favorite. Hikki, Aya Hirano, Orange Range, en Ciel, name it, she hear em with me.

I took her home in KK. I present her to my sisters and brothers first, then to my parents. My siblings gave me green light. Feel relieved, I prepared a spaced for her in my room so she'll feel comfortable. My younger sister like her too, she like to hold her whenever she got time, and chit chat about girls thing in her room.

She like too watched me play games. She never blinked when I roamed the plains of Oblivion, or when I hit Stop sign with a Lamborghini in Most Wanted, or Leveling Konata the Mage in WOW. She screamed when I shoot zombies FEAR, and got excited with the BioShock storyline. We sometime watched drama together, IWGP and Akihabara@DEEP were her favourites, and she's a fan of Horikita Maki. She watched several anime too. Lucky Star of course, the one that I loved, Gurren Lagann - surprisingly she like shonen type anime, that proved to me she's soooo special.

Tragedy happens.

Last Saturday, Jepp put my name to be participants in Consumer Conference. I managed to bring her along, the guys said no problem. We moved at 5 am. The van driver feel kinda driving a Supra, he pushed the van to top speed. Early in the morning so the road was empty, it quiet safe, but the vibration kinda hell.

Arrived at UPM and straight to their Med School. Because of lack of sleep, we just like whacked gorgon faced zombies when we stepped out of the van. In the middle of the conference, I want to go to the toilet. She's insisted to go and I took her with me. In the men's room my stomach launched a full scaled attacked, so that I know I have to take a dump quickly.

I took off my pants, annnnnnnddd, Plop! She fell! Right into that shit hole! I need help, I have to take her out fast. I considered yelling for someone is a bad idea. NO! She's drowning. Water start to filled her, all her organs may malfunction. Her brain may get damaged. Right! I took off my dress and blazer, with confident face a tried to grab her before its too late. I put my whole arm into that hole, but I never reached her even with the tip of my finger.

On that moment I know she was gone. I was unable to saved her. I tried for several times and yelled her name. No response. She was lost, this is the end. With a feeling of hatred and disgust, I flushed her along with my dump.
Goodbye my love. There was no girls in this world that so nice and perfect like you. Now i feel empty, I need to have a new company, and I know, this new lady will never patched my feeling.

Part of my heart was buried in a black smelly hole in Faculty of Medicine and Science Health, UPM. No mortal can retrieve her. Now I understand how hurt Love can be.

MisStudied Lessons

Look carefully, She can Blink! Cant see it? She's already 'mind-control' you. She has Psychic!

Monday - LAB DAY.

Some of my lecturers this semester are very good! I like them very much, they dont just teach you the subject sylabus but also extra lessons, that proved very Interesting!

LAB 1: Bioinformatics

It's a science health class! Now I got to know about SHACK and xxxxx. En Azhar introduced us the standard lab learning procedure - The MIT way. While digging Wiki about the meaning of Eukaryotes and its biology related cousins, we also learned a standard physician checking procedure. Yup, we going to be certified doctors in biocomputing field, since we know what genes and genomes are, plus we happen to be able to detect breast cancer. Now everybody has the chance to be like Dr. House.

LAB 2: Database

Seriously, the most important knowledge in the universe is being taught in this lab. Psyhcic! Mind powers! Kuasa Minda! - which Daniel already obtain the ability (this is how he managed to get PS2 and Satria NEO, without saying a word!)

Dr. Aziah show to us how to unlock the secret of synchronising your brain wavelength with your pal. Now you can 'mind-control' him to do things for you, like wash your cloth, wear pajamas to lecture, or buy pink boxer at Giant. Its all begin with a calm mind. Concentrate what you want to do or what you want to become. She gave us an example of one of her friend practicing this method. Her friend want to see a RED car, and put that in her mind. The next morning when she go to work, all she see are RED cars - many of them, she counts em and it become to hundreds of cars. Very incredible, what God has given us, a perfect mind, and you can do psychic stuff with it! Practice it now, before your friend get the ability to control you - you will never want that to happen.

Ever watch Mythbuster? In one episode the team come up to test mind control devices that were patterned in the US. They come up with all busted results. But we can prove 'em wrong - tied a ring to your finger with a thread, you can practically move the ring in circles - without ever touching it. We HAVE psychic! We don't even need mind control devices! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! I say, Mythbuster are busted!

Happy Grooming Day

Friday!

0800 - Rush to block W. The hellish stone desert landscape that lies on the path to block W seem mocking me. Expect to find someone there that involve in the Interview Grooming. Found no one. Realize that i was at the wrong place! Back to my bike and want to go back to F17, sleep, wait! Miss Jun park his Kancil next to me. Lucky Star this time, I asked her where the hell is that Grooming
stuff. She said she don't know either, and she
willing to phone Pn Awanis to ask. Thank god, how kind she was, I should be nicer to her next time! After saying quick thanks i pedal furiously to block X. Dejavu..i found no one.

0820 - After encountered some girls, i climbed to FSK10. Seeking staff or lecturer to ask. The location still is a mystery for me, and engulfed other candidates. Slowly pushed the staff room door, i entered and walked straight.
"Ahh...Encik Tarmizi? Kat mana ya bengkel interview tu?"
"Eh...ada ke? Bukan start petang ni ke?"
"Ntah la..kat memo tulis jam 8 ada bengkel, petang ada mock interview"
"Aaa... Saya la handle mock interview tu, petang ni kan? Aa..Ni interview untuk apa?"
"Untuk Intel"
"Rasanya bengkel tu bukan kat Lab FSK, kat makmal bahasa kot, kat hujung sana!"
"Ooo.." then i walked away.

0830 - Again, I climbed to CMLHS lab, and...the doors locked! Yahhuu..!

1030 - Just skipped the 'at last we found the place and start grooming...' part, fast forward annnnnnd Stop at the lecture session, I assumed that no one bother to know lectures. Ok then, skip again the lengthy lecture part. If you played TimeShift, pressed 'F' then the time will furiously speed up. Ahh wait!, there's one interesting.

The lecturers asked us played games and talked for 30 secs - about anything. They also ordered us to prepared 1 job interview related question and lined up facing each other. With a soccer whistle to mark the questioning marathon, we asked every one in that particular line with our stocked question.

I determined to ask only simple and direct question, so I go on with "What's your hobby? and Why?" - nope the lecturers don't want that, OK another question, how about.."Between a cute girl and this job which do you prefer?" - A lecturer smacked me in the head with provoked a yakuza faced stared at me. Again rejected. Alright serious business this time, "Please tell me a bit of your weaknesses". Sound fine and I got the green light.

All guys here (including the girls too) are very creative, they come up with all sorts of ideas and excuses. Some even told me that they weakness are their strength. I don't care of they lying or being honest, that's not the point. Typical answer would be like, "I'm a little disorganized" or ,"I have time management problem, but since missed my flight to London, I never late again!". Well there is one worth mentioning here, when I asked her about her weakness, after the normally 'ahhh...ummm...ahhh...' she replies:

"Umm.. I don't trust man, it because of my experiences with them."
But suddenly the 30 secs answering time whistle sounded, and she moved to the next wannabe interviewer. In that split second I managed to re-reply her:

"You shouldn't tell me anything about your weakness", since I am a man.
She gave me a smirked smiled and pointed at me, but at the same time I act to avoid her face and pretend not to noticed at her action - this what all macho guy do. And I think that was fascinating!

Then, I played the tricked again and again - only with girls. I don't give a damn about making a guy bluff. At the end feeling bored and want to get out.

*That evening I never went to the mock interview which happen to be preliminary elimination for the candidates. Intel want 30, but we are 44. My stubbornness affect Kalis and Zul, that makes 41. I hope for all that wishes for Intel, good luck. I never want to work or LI with Intel (even I'm Intel fan). Experiences told me that I cant stand the provocation. Well, its worth a try to say Hi to the biggest computer chip company, but I say I has other plans. My studio come first.

Advisorism Phenomenon

Thursday, after the afternoon class I went straight to my PSM advisor.

Before step into her room, I wonder if she is there. Behind that grayish door, is she there waiting for me or busy doing something else? Am i here at the right time? or will she see me and say "oh..you! Come again next week, i have couple of things to do now. No time for discussion. Sorry!" And if that really happen, i don't blame her or anyone, i know she must be very busy since she was the staff in charge of all the student PSM and she must has other important commitment that put me behind her schedule.

Or otherwise?

Nonetheless she was ready for me, and will took a deep plunge at my proposal paper,which she has already rejected 2 times. Am i confident enough to be inside his room? To answer all the question arises, and to describe briefly again about the project. I might get the 3rd rejection, and that would be greatly lower my spirit. My first proposal was a failure to begin with. Anyone who see my proposal will at least laugh or simply mad about it. Objective of project - blank, scope - blank, problem background - also blank! Metaphorically i did not wrote anything on that 2 pages of project proposal form, except for the title and of course my signature...the reason? Bwahaa! (think yourself)


I blinked, took a deep breath, and knocked.

No sound emerged. Believing that my slow knock would attract no attention, bravely, I knocked for the second time - harder. Nope, still soundless. Okaaayy, I might try to just open the door and say hi to her, and bahh! The doors locked - she's not even in the room in the first place. I realized that all my structured plans on how to counter each of her question seem to be thrown into the burning red lava volcano of Mount Mordor.

End of the day.

p/s after walking a few steps to the exit I met her on the way to her room and well, the rest is boring, I mean unimportant.

Stop thinking! At ease!

All injuries caused by this blog is the responsibility
of the guy on the left, not the right, he's helping him selling bikes

I decided I want to start a blog, need to store all my memories about what happening in this universe.
Not the big universe, just the surrounding of me, friends, family, my bicycle, hp laptop, book i read, people i saw special, games i played, events that continue to spin waiting for nobody.

Here i free to write, or to laugh, maybe cry by myself. There a tonnes of ideas and words popping from brain, when i lie down forcing my eyes to shut, forcing my body to sleep, then all this tiny things happen come out from nowhere. I always feel like to jump out from my cranky bed and jot down everything, but i cant, i dont have the will, lazy, the bed feel to nice. Then i just let them be, alone in my blank mind. Without any action taken, they easily slip and forgotten.

Damn lazy i am.

My mind continues to burst with something i cant describe by words. Sometime it can be a form of feelings, sad happy confuse continuously blend with each other, or it can be somewhat more distinct such as events, like the movie trailer or the music composition, stuff that make your heart high, or just simply words. A very lonnnng words and sentences. This Kroizergfen* phenomenon, also can suddenly pop out when i see ordinary things, but have thousands of perspective for them. I saw my friend riding a bike, i chrome silver bike - with disc brakes and nice handle, and i want to write about it. Why? I cant answer, i also dont understand, there is no important things about that bike, or the owner, my mind just asking me to imagine. It tell me to write about how the bike travel, the lines in the road it passed, about the gravel roads, the vibration the bike suffer, or how hot the disc when he fire up the brakes?

Baahhh..

Enough of this, this is it. I want to write all. Clear my mind and make my day more bright. Nothing more. So why blog? Heh! Because blog is universal, maybe one day a girl reading this nonsense suddenly fall in love with a frog, or a boy reading this might get cured from car sick, or a housewife finally get to pass her driving test, maybe the world may become more peace, or Anwar found innocent for his new accusation, or maybe after hundreds of people read this, i might acquire the ability to talk with cats.

Whatever happens, whatever will, Welcome to my blog.

Yoroshiku neee!


Kroizergfen = mean nothing, just pop out of nowhere and a grab it