Saturday, June 26, 2010

The story about my chin. Not botak chin


pembuka bicara with lousy photos of me, as usual ahaha

sapa mamat ni?? rasa nak sekeh je. can??ahahaha

snapped a photo with super ganas junior ahahaha. she's a maneater ahaha. nampak mcm isteri kedua pulak ahaha. isn't isteri kedua supposed to be hornier and nicer??

back to main business

Thank You Allah swt alhamdulillah for increasing number of blorg followers. I dont even think that this blorg is interesting in anyway. More like syarikat pembuangan sampah cap Alam Flora in the form of blorg ahaha. ok ok ok focus ramadhan focus. again this blorg has been neglected for sometime, but not for long. I'll be talking about my chin.


yes my chin


suka ati aku lah

p/s: sorry about that split personality argument ahahaha

most of my friends keep saying this to me, " wey you so old got no janggut issit??"
I think this is the main reason. when i was young i listen to the radio..... silap. when i was young somewhere when i was 4, after my first encounter with pornography ahahaha, this incident happened.

pada satu petang yang hening, ( dont you feel that i took soo long time to get to the main story ahaha ok shutup) me and siblings went to the playground in USJ13. yes yes i love you subang jaya i really do but real estate over there is just tooooooooooooooooooooo expensive. terrace house cost around at least half a million?? gila.

ok back to the cerita. as usual my sisters just being kids. doing lotsa new tricks. on the swing. arrghh. they swing and swing by STANDING on the swing. imagine dat. then of course la due to good example of the elderly ahahaha i tried the stunt.

for the first time in my life i thought i was flying in the sky, thinking i was a superman baby fell on earth from a meteor. after split second........ SPLAT. I felt cantek punya on the ground. landed on my chin. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

for sure i cried la so young ok. cried and cried. and good timing mama just came back from work. i still remember mama bought for my sister sugar papers for her art projects ahahah. see i got good memory. about stupid events. then straightaway we dash to the clinic at usj2.

surprisingly i didnt cry during the stitching, just a little tickle masa doctor taking out sand and pebbles out from that torn chin. and got bandage. i looked like KFC colonal sanders. ahahaha the doctor stitched together the bandage to my chin. arrghhh. why???

then came back home. weird. papa brought home murtabak. halooooo its not even ramadhan's month. well, everyday is my month ahahaha. ahah another memory, i was taller than my bro at that time ahahaha

ok next post, how my ball sack a.k.a scrotum inflated like a baloon when i was four. anyone requesting for visual evidence of that?? ahahaha

Monday, June 14, 2010

I wonder if I didn't ...........

starting the post,

with a photo of me in full uniform, thanks to Kak Rozline who was soo desperate to see me in full pilot attire wtf ahaha

i looked like a retard i know tq

I wonder if I didn't do piloting thinggy right now. These might happen:
  • my family might think I actually don't really exist. They may disown me
  • no one wants to talk about my life
  • During family gathering even worse, I might be forced to sit at the end of the table, somewhere near the kitchen cabinet
  • or might be sell to the pimps to make me into a prostitute wtf

These happened after I joined the piloting course:
  • more and more relatives are taking interest in me
  • not forgetting the endless request of free flight tickets. Later I join cargo then u know ahaha
  • finally people are taking interest in what I'm doing
  • one of the uncle ask where the clutch of the aircraft, when u want to tukar gear. what???

Lesson of the day:

please accept everyone for who they are, no matter what background, education level and interest

p/s: I wonder if I still doing the culinary course. People might think I'm a maid or something

Monday, June 7, 2010

Tayar pancet lalu meletop

ahahahaha today around 10.15 am if not mistaken, the aircraft i flown, the right side tyre, meletop. ahahaha. pancet. ahahaha

not my fault sebab instructor was demonstrating something for me

alarrrrrrrrrrr no photo to show arrghhhhh

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Al Fatihah

this post is about my tribute to mak ngah, my mama's sista for those who are wondering

from left: mak tam, mak ngah, ermmm an aunt ahaha, ateh. Taken at Kakyu's wedding

  • okey: in Negeri sembilan, "wan" is grandma. and grandpa is... i dunno ahahaha

i was at the Kuala Lumpur of langkawi yesterday wtf spending some time to inquire on cheap tax free DSLR. Checked on my phone, Mama misscalled me. That's weird. Mama just called 5 minutes ago.

" Adek, Mak Ngah dah meninggal"

I was like brought to a sudden shock. Because it was soooo sudden. I know Mak Ngah was ill due to old age. But, never thought it's gonna be this soon. The guilt of can't make it to the funeral to see Mak Ngah for the last time really haunt me. Just imagine last minute flight ticket purchase will be at least rm200. One way.

Mak Ngah is always a sweetheart. like you guys know, negeri sembilan people are more of a bad mouthies ahahhaha and i'm excluded ahaha. It was a total comparison of Wan and Mak Ngah, since Mak Ngah is more to the soft hearted side. Mak Ngah's house is literally ....... 5 metres aways from Wan's. When i was a kid, I thought Wan and Mak Ngah were friends ahaha. my brother thought so too. dumb ass ahaha.

I remember Mak Ngah and I had a small argument during my Sis's wedding. Argument between me and Mak Ngah is soo non existence. But it happened. Kinda weird actually. My refusal to wear formal baju melayu to Sis's wedding on the groom side has caused Mak Ngah quite a headache ahaha and she voiced out her opinion on me. Obviously I fired back, but in a toned down manner, coz she's forever nice to me. And I guess it was my last ever conversation with her.

Al Fatihah

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ (١)
ٱلۡحَمۡدُ لِلَّهِ رَبِّ ٱلۡعَـٰلَمِينَ (٢) ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ (٣) مَـٰلِكِ يَوۡمِ ٱلدِّينِ (٤) إِيَّاكَ نَعۡبُدُ وَإِيَّاكَ نَسۡتَعِينُ (٥) ٱهۡدِنَا ٱلصِّرَٲطَ ٱلۡمُسۡتَقِيمَ (٦) صِرَٲطَ ٱلَّذِينَ أَنۡعَمۡتَ عَلَيۡهِمۡ غَيۡرِ ٱلۡمَغۡضُوبِ عَلَيۡهِمۡ وَلَا ٱلضَّآلِّينَ (٧)

I'll really gonna miss u, Mak Ngah

Thursday, June 3, 2010

tolong baca saya nak berucap

i wanna start this post by posting this photo of millions of memories

on the edge of membelasah my french lecturer ahaha bodoh gila. which turned out to be one of my best friend. p/s: she's married wit 2 kids so please go away stalkers. and she's one big time queen control muahaha

To all the readers:

One fine day I'll make a post in this blorg. A post that will cause quite a havoc. No, i'm not trying to be a gigollo or a pole dancer. I hope you readers not gonna be shocked on it, or curse me for anything. ahahahaha wongga wongga