Days of Delirium

Some weekend ago, I hijacked a car from my sister and made a trip to Ikea to buy some long-awaited-and-much-needed stuff. Shelves! Yes, the one that you drill to your walls. Shelves come in handy when you run out of storage space by making full of those under-utilized walls. So, we went to this Sweedish home-haven and made some wise purchases. Not to be forgotten, the delish meatballs and currypuffs that we bought there. Totally worth braving the crowd. Another reason to love Ikea - great, great food at affordable prices The shelves that we bought came in with a plank of wood and two supporting metal holder in each package which each one cost about RM15.90. In contrary, if you purchase both separately, the relatively same plank (only a little thicker) cost about RM25 while the supporters were about RM16 per pair. Purchases So we bought the cheap one, of course! Economics principles put into practice! I had borrowed a power Bosch drill from my dad for this purpose, however to our...

Among the early ones, Faris and Fifi in McDonald's, KL Sentral ... and Mr Ayi and I My friends always have a way of ushering the final exams in each semester. Last semester they went for clubbing in The Loft, Heritage Row which I didn't have the opportunity to join. The previous semester they went for karaoke. This semester around, it was a trip to Genting Highlands which was nothing less than FUN, FUN and more FUN! Things could have been even more fun if those we wanted to tag along were able to do so (no, not you, Bola). Hana and Nadrah in the LRT en route to Gombak. The sleeping Chinese guy in red was not with us Arrived in Gombak station. Waiting for the bus scheduled at 10.30am Another half of the group: Fird, Faris, Akma and her beau, Shahid Sakina's face says it all - obviously we have arrived in Genting! Fooling around while waiting for the ladies from the ladies' room Boarding the cable car. Woo-hoo! Pre-cable car again Faris trying his hands on Anuar's one...

I haven't posted anything recently because I was busy catching up with the due dates and plenty of assignments to go. Yes, some were group assignments and supposedly made things easier but *surprise!* nope, they didn't. To all of you retards out there, you know I'm talking about you. Don't you feel honored getting a special post all to yourself? Well, you need to know why I'm writing this. I am pissed. Boy, I am. Eversince our first presentation, it seemed like I was the only one interested in doing all the work. Nobody even bothered to bring a laptop, except me, though you all know that we were going to have a discussion that day and do the presentation slides directly. Even when we were so-called 'discussing', I was the only one pushing all of you to do this and that. I typed in the words, did the slides, did the tables while all of you were just being there like waiting for your bus to come or something and waited for my instructions of what to do. Was I ...

Proud of it! There I was in total awe and amazement watching her hitting note after note of multiple octaves. On March 7, 2009 the Kuala Lumpur Convention Center was packed with the who’s who and glitterati, coming together for the same cause. And I feel so blessed and thankful (to Mr Khairi) for being able to squeeze in between these posh people and be a part of her Symphony Tour which kick-started last November in Monterrey, Mexico. At 8.50pm, the lights were slowly dimmed and Plenary Hall turned pitched black with only purple holographic lights bathing the stage as the orchestra started playing the instrumental version of ‘Sanvean’ and later ‘Gothica’ . Attendees. Hehe It was not until ‘Fleurs du Mal’ (Flowers of Evil) that she appeared on stage, wearing long-flowing red dress, welcomed by wild applause of the audience. She continued with ‘ Let It Rain’ and ‘ Symphony’ , all taken from her latest gothic-meets-opera album ‘Symphony’ but she took time in ...

Besties: Ann Jie and I Actually, there is no reason for this post. While back at home doing my stressful Research Methodology assignment-material searching (damn you, Azhar Harun), Ann Jie called and asked me out for lunch. And she picked me up. How could I say no to that? Actually I turned her down. Then I felt bad and texted her that I would accept the lunch invitation, but she turned me down this time (reason: too tired and lazy). Then she called and changed her mind (again). Thankfully my hommie was available that afternoon, so dragged him along. Yes, I dragged him as well We had our lunch in Old Town Kopitiam in Jaya One, PJ. The food was equally tasteful. The weather was fine. Smile smile. Lunch with a good bunch never gets old.

I have a lot of work to do, assignments to be completed, tests in numerous forms approaching. Totally bananas. I’m thisclose to be kuku with all of these junks, aside from other issues back at home and with myself. I’m really glad that more and more people are actually reading my blog nowadays though they never commented (…), when the real intention of this blog set up was just as a place where I can rant peacefully without bugging people. But having more people reading it somehow restricted me from going full throttle in blogging people whom I wasn’t please with because they might be reading and know (very well) that I’m talking about them. That somehow takes away the fun of blogging. Talk about mixed blessing. Anyway, don’t you feel like time is moving by so-oh-swiftly because it’s already March 2009? On March 1, my good, good buddy Chong Jin asked me out for a drink and movie, just to catch up with each other. He has already begun his internship and now experiencing having to work ...

Staying true to its name, Doubt brings you the consequences of having one towards others. Meryl Streep plays a conservative, head-strong nun and a principal to a Catholics school in which she suspected an indecent behavior between a priest (played by Philip Seymour Hoffman) and the only black student in the school. However, she has no physical or verbal evidence to convict the priest but all she has is her doubt and strong personal belief to accuse the priest. Nothing stops her in justifying her assumptions, not even after knowing how much the black boy look highly to the priest since only the latter takes a great care of him whenever he is teased and bullied in the all-white school. Though she knows all of these – how miserable the boy is tortured by his father at home and how he finds solace in the priest at school, how his mother begs her not to prolong this case for the sake of his son’s future admittance to a good high school , she still stands by her unreasonable doubt and does e...