Days of Delirium

Last weekend, I went down south to my sister's place to meet my newest sugar a.k.a nephew and for him to be acquainted personally with his loony uncle. Well, it was about time for him to know this one eccentric uncle (I prefer 'eccentric' than 'freak') as I had a week gap in between my examination papers. He looked just as same as his older brother when the latter was born, except much quieter and well-behave so far (a.k.a less troublesome). I could spent hours and hours just laying by his side and looked at him while he was sleeping or squirming, which both were fun, surprisingly. Just how blissful and innocent life for this one, when things aren't any complicated at all. Sigh. We finally meet, Mr Airy Anyway, the best part of being close to family again is to have my mom cooking and making all of my favorite dishes! It's like an ongoing automated cooking machine, only you don't have to put any coin into it. No kidding. Well, I've asked her for diff...

I have a week gap in between papers and I got bored staying indoor on Sunday. Thus, I texted my good buddy, Chong Jin for a cuppa and just to catch up with each other. It was around 4pm. We decided for San Francisco's or Dome's but neither had any available table. Thus, we had to settle for a lesser known cafe called The Lawn, located at the second level of KLCC. Clockwise from top left: Hot chocolate with chocolate cupcake (RM10), hot mocha (RM7) and brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream (RM8) I ordered a slice of brownie and a hot mocha while he had a chocolate cupcake and a hot chocolate to compliment it. And boy, it was so good. The food tasted as good as it looked. So yummy and my brownie was so fulling. The place itself was cosy enough for us to catch up with each other and talked about silly stuff in between, as usual. Yum-may Chong Jin and his cupcake. We stayed until 6pm, because he insisted that we waited for the 7 For All Mankind Jeans fashion show. The top that ...

Nike Sweet Classic AP sneakers I checked my blog again today and to my dismay, there are 3 new comments citing how 'inconsiderate' my blog post about my Malaysian Economics assignment groupmates and how they have all 'been there before and no need to disgrace them'. I mean, first of all, I didn't ask you to read my blog. Why should you (including your supporting minions) felt compelled to read my blog and tell me how 'insensitive' I was? What a nonsense. If you have been piggy-backed by underperforming groupmates like I did and chose not to bitch about it, then good for you. I chose the other way around to make them realized what they have done so they won't do it again for other assignments in the future - not with me, of course. I wonder what made it SO HARD for them to digest a blunt remark by me, including my response to their comments. I mean, I got offended with the way they carry their work but in real life, they are still my friends. I never let ...

I don't fall in love with songs easily. Songs that captured me usually have special connections with my present or past, or it may have a new thought or idea which I liked. This one is basically not very new. I came across it while watching Celine Dion's Live in Vegas DVD earlier tonight and somehow, it connected to me. A story about how strong a love can be. How you're willing to give up anything or do whatever it takes just to be with the person. Sounds familiar? I looked up the lyrics and translation and after more than 10 times singing it tonight, I can say that I had almost pronounced every word correctly. Phew. Long way to go. Have a listen to this song. Listen to it, not hear. Oh, and I am glad to receive an email from fellow blogger in Saudi Arabia, Susie Khalil. It was so nice to hear from you again, Susie and thanks for the warm wish on my new nephew :) Got to go now, have another paper for tomorrow. Can't wait for this examination to be over.

It's 2.43 a.m and I am still up reading about small and medium enterprises in Malaysia for my upcoming examinations next week *gasp!*. But I want to take a time-out for 2 seconds to write about this. The things that I want to do in the long term. Of course, I want to finish my studies and graduate. By then, I want to have at least one book published. Do you hear that miss-co-writer, Ann Jie? I want to secure a job. Something that I would be fine with, not having to come back from work and complain about it each night. Perhaps, I would need a car by then. A not-too-small car will do like Gen-2, not too sporty or too compact because I want to take my nephews and niece for ride as well. I would love to have all the essentials from the best labels around. As written currently on my vision board (Oprah influenced me to do one) in my room, I would want to have a patent leather wallet, perhaps from Lanvin or Dior Homme. A nice pair of black leather shoes, perhaps from Ferragamo or Louis V...

WARNING: Strong words ahead. Don't say I didn't warn earlier. Last night as any other night, I stayed up late. Like really late. And since I had my panic attack of the upcoming examinations, I stayed up even longer, attempting to study though I still managed to check my Facebook and refresh my Myspace every 2 seconds. Ok, maybe every 10 seconds. By 4.20am, I was ready to hit the sack and went to brush my teeth when I heard my phone was ringing. Like, so loud. I got so eff-ing annoyed. I mean, who calls at 4 in the morning? Can't you just wait until the sun rises at least? I checked. Oh, another mysterious number. Lately, I've been getting so many unrecognized numbers calling me which I had never responded. Even when I did, they would always ask for the same thing - to hook up. And when I asked where did they get my number, they came out with the same answers too - it was either 'can't remember' or 'someone gave it to me'. So, back to this retard who...

One-day-old Muhammad Airy Two-year-old brat brother, Muhammad Aisy On April 13, 2009, I welcomed another nephew into my life - altogether now, I have four nephews and one niece! Means more presents to buy each year and Muhammad Airy Mohd Fadly was born in Subang Jaya Medical Center on the same day of his 2-year-old brother's birthday, Muhammad Aisy. Totally a double bundle of joy for this month. I have yet to see him personally, but from the picture MMS-ed by my sister today, he pretty much resembles his older brother when the latter was born. Well, they are brothers anyway. Duh. Looking at the picture, of course I was so elated to welcome him into this chaotic world. Whatmore, the night before my sister undergo her Caesarian operation, I was still poking and talking to him across the belly. And now, he has popped out! Aisy is now two and Airy was just born. Just how fast time has passed me by. It made me think, of all these times, what are we actually championing for each day? Fe...

So, today, April 11, 2009 while I was going through my blogger dashboard after days of not doing so, I found two anonymous comments posted on my Malaysian Economics post. And it was not pretty. Truth be told, I don't care if they are people who want to hate or love me. Seriously, I don't. As Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue magazine once said, it just shows that people are starting to pay more attention to you. That could mean a good thing, no? *winks* What concerns me most was the perception they gave. They thought I was snobbish, stuck-up, always-right and an accomplished freeloader, which I am not. I'm just a normal guy who's trying to live life as simple as I can without creating any drama or even getting close to one. Yet, for some reason, these people was still so obnoxious and creating things which aren't true to feed their blackened heart. I admit, I don't have the face. I'm not smart. I'm far from good. I'm not anything that's the most ...