Ciao 2006

2006 penuh suka dan duka.

Perang Israel-Lubnan. Hamas menang di Palestin. Umat Islam boikot Denmark. Isu nuklear Iran. Karikatur Rasulullah. Isu Palestin. Bush-Blair mengaku bertanggungjawab akan isu Abu Ghraib. General Sondhi rampas kuasa di Thailand. Banjir teruk di Filipina. Dr Mahathir diserang sakit jantung. PM baru Jepun. Gempa bumi di Jawa. Italy menang World Cup. Saddam Hussein digantung mati. Larangan membawa cecair di Heathrow. Google beli YouTube. Pluto ditarik gelaran planet. Isu ajaran sesat di Msia. Siti Nurhaliza kahwin Dr K. Taufan di Filipina. Perang saudara di Sudan. Tom Cruise & Katie Holmes dapat anak baru. Pilihanraya Iraq. Madonna ambil anak angkat dari Malawi. Nurul cerai dengan Ajai. Gubra menang AIM. Nintendo Wii di pasaran. Perisik Rusia mati kerana Polonium. James Bond baru. Zidane membutthead Materazzi. Ujian senjata nuklear Korea Utara. UN tutup Guantanamou. Ban KI-moon ganti Kofi Annan. Fiedel Castro letak jawatan sementara. Dell tarik balik 4.1 juta bateri. Pope cela Islam.....

Kalau nak banding kisah aku dan 6 billion penduduk dunia yang lain, memang takde apa lah sangat. Selain dari benda2 bosan dan merepek yang aku buat setiap hari dan tulis dalam blog aku ni, takde benda yang aku anggap bersejarah. 2006 bagi aku, cuma kelahiran Irfan, aku lulus 5MB, aku perform bersama housemates masa malam apresiasi seni, dan aku break-up ngan Rafli....itu jek yang boleh dianggap bersejarah. Other than that? Tak significant sangat..esok2 aku lupa lah tu..ahahaha...

Dalam beberapa jam lagi, dah nak 2007. In some parts of the world, mungkin dah new year..hip hip hooray, happy new year! Are you happy now?

Peace

In love with you

Girls love bad boys. Smart bad boys. Smart good looking bad boys.
I'm soooooooooooo in love with Michael Scofield. Lalala..Wentworth Miller, will you be mine?

Muahh!!!

I believe you can....

Tadi ada core tutorial ngan Dr Gerard AKA The Super-Genius Doc. Nyehehe.

We did three topics, dengan agak pantas gak le. Biasa, dia selalu buat, mau2 satu jam lebih discuss satu topik. Tapi, dia tau ah, hari Jumaat ni, budak2 slalu nak balik rumah/berfoya2/tido, so dia buat ah speed sket. Mantap jugak. Tak sampai dua jam, dah habiskan topik2 tu.

Lepas tu, dia cakap nak jumpa kitorang one by one. Nak buat assessment. Aku cuak gile. Ye ah, throughout tutorial tadi, aku tak cakap banyak. Yang aku cakap, cuma "hyperglycaemia", "hypothermia", ngan "IV". Hah, sket gile, sampai boleh kira tu..ahaha. Aku tak leh banyak sangat orang tutorial ni. Semua orang nak jawab, malas la kan. Tambah pulak, banyak budak2 terer group aku eg Ciara, Martin, Waqar, Doireann..kasik can diorang cakap ah.

So, sampai masa..tibalah giliran aku. Dia tanya, aku dah tau ke result aku. Aku bluntly cakap, aku tak tau. Aku tau, saja nak nyusah dia. Anyway, dia pun kasi tau la result aku. Dari masa 4th year nyer MCQ til the latest. It was 70+, 70+, 60+, 60+ then 70+. Purata 69. Dan aku actually said the word damn depan dia..ahaha. Aku cakapla, satu markah lagi nak 70. Then, sengih (cover malu). Tapi, dia cakap aku buat OK gak. Kire maintain ah. Dan dia harap aku dapat maintain performance til final exam aku. And then, dia cakap something yang truly boost my spirit.... I bet he said that to the others, but what the F*#%. I know I'm not the best, and I know my limitation against the others, but it felt good when he said that to me, to show I am something.

Dear Dr Gerard, I'm gonna try my best to get that!!

Got stoned?

It was only one tablespoon. OK. It's not one. But two. Two full tablespoon of IT. Should have read the warning written on the box. But, being arrogant me, "ah, tak mati punya".

It was OK for the first half an hour. I felt GREAT. No more snivelling. No more coughing. No more musculoskeletal pain. Definitely no more blowing my nose. It was great indeed. Such magical, wonderful IT. Salute to the one who prescribed IT to me.

Then it started. I felt drowsy. Was swooshy all over. The room was spinning around me. Or was I'm the one who's spinning around the room? Couldnt feel my legs. Of course, the ground's no longer at my foot. I was high up. On the ceiling. Floating like a balloon filled with helium. I even felt like I've bumped my head on the ceiling. And saw few birds flew happily in front of me. I smiled at the scene. Then, this cant be right, I told myself.

I felt tired. Instantly, I curled up under the duvet. Tried to sleep the weird feeling off. I had the same dream again. I was FLOATING. Literally. Suddenly I woke up. Must had slept for hours. I even felt the day was turning into night, from the look outside my window. Scrambled for my watch (I was still very disorientated), I had only slept for an hour. Damn. It was kinda hot. I was sweaty all over. I kicked off the duvet, took off my sweater. I even opened the window.For God sake it's winter and yet I felt like it's 40 degree in here. This cant be good.

I tried to go downstairs. I could hear my housemates chatting away at the kitchen. It was a terrible effort going downstairs. My legs were weak. I couldnt see right, couldnt think straight. I've managed, however, to go downstairs, not without stumbled on the last step. I went to the kitchen. Saz was there. Kak Zeti and Kak Ida were there. And they're watching some old movie on channel 2. Kak Zeti was acknowledging me, something about what's wrong with me, and that I looked like shit. I told them it's the IT. Kak Zeti tsked tsked. No wonder she said. Dont you know whats IT is? Mouth was moving, but all I could hear was bla bla bla. I just couldnt concentrate.

Couldnt stand the noise from the TV. Hurts my head. I went back upstairs. As I entered my room, I tried to figure out the whole thing. The sequence of events. I took IT. Got all better, than suddenly got so dizzy and felt I've been thrown out of my own body. SHIT. I got STONED.

It the midst of drowsiness, being muddled, disturbed, perplexed, disorientated, and somehow hallucinated, I've managed to squeeze some sanity out of my impaired brain. Delirious or not, this need major intervention. Go cold-turkey. That's how they do it.

I went to the the bathroom. Carefully got into the bath tub. Wont want to trip and end up dead in there and found intoxicated with IT in my bloodstream. Wont want to haunt the Snipelawn's bathroom either. I turned on the shower, and let the cold water running. Hell it was icy cold. Definitely not a good idea to take a cold water bath in winter time. I was in there for about 20 minutes or so. Despite the shivering, I knew I was becoming myself again. I've regained 'consciousness'. And so, before I got hypothermic instead, it's better to get out of there.

Still shivering, I took the box and stared hard at it. Damn. Then I threw IT away. No point in getting good, while feeling like shit at the same time. It was the end of it. And the end of IT.

IT was a codeine linctus. Yes, I got stoned by a cough suppressant. Not funny when you experienced it yourself. It turns out, as I realized, I'm not cut out to be a drug addict. One, I couldnt stand the whole delirium thing. Two, I'm not keen on being cold-turkey again.

The end.

"How purging nearly killed me. Next, on the SICK, SAD WORLD"

Peace.

cinta sebenarnya...ciplak.

I'm continously dissapointed with industri perfileman negara. At least the Irish can come up with good, original films. But us, Malaysians?

The latest film that cause quite an uproar in Msia, CINTA, turns out to be the carbon-copy of LOVE, ACTUALLY (a UK-based film, released in 2003) Yang bezanya mungkin, dalam CINTA, tak ada kisah cinta perdana menteri dan kisah cinta dua orang pelakon 18SX. Talk about morality. But, love affair/scene between 2 orang bukan muhrim? Nyehehe. Cynical. Believe it or not, LOVE, ACTUALLY was shown in Astro's HBO..again, minus the porn actors scene. And yeah, the PM scene wasnt edited..after all, we M'sians are psych of Hugh Grant (perghhh....) Yeah, my dad was thrilled by the fact that the UK's PM can dance..and Hugh Grant was very goooooooooooood. I wonder if Pak Lah boleh menari atau tak...ish.

I dont know whats wrong with us. We've had Prof Mohaideen as the copy-cat, so enough is enough. More are following his footsteps. Indeed we still have some good directors and writers with intact sense of originality. Hopefully, these people will not be pressured to produce something equivalent to LOTR or Matrix to the point that they will cilok the idea, the storyline etc etc. Anyway, for me, examples of good Msian film would be Buli, Fenomena, Bujang Lapuk, Sayang Salmah....nyehehe. Maksudnya, kita ada idea dan kita berbakat. Kan..kan...

I know, originality is hard to find..a storyline can no longer create the same suspense, or mood, or impact, like they used to be. Even Titanic II can never beat the 1st one (someone's asking, is there Titanic II? Biar betol nih, aku dah kasi tau mak aku, Titanic II nak kuar..dia dah excited dah...) Matrix 3 was wayyyyy worse than Matrix 1. Scary movies can no longer scare some people (except me, scary movies never fail to give me goosebumps and nightmares and a slap to someone else face). Storyline becomes dull. No more "ARGGGHH!!" or "WOOOWWW!!!" or "CIS!!" or "TIDAKKK!!" Tengah2 cerita, orang dah boleh agak ending dan sempat tido atau buat scene sendiri kat panggung wayang..ahaha..Hmm, thats the challenge isnt it? To create something lain daripada yang lain.

But how? How to create a great storyline? Something that never been done before. For example, Christopher Nolan with Memento. Or, David Fincher with Fight Club? Or, Kinji Fukasaku with Royale Battle? Maybe (a bit) too extreme there...

Mana-manalah. Anyway, its easy for me to complaint and comment. Bukan aku yang buat cerita tu kan, so, lepak la kan..But, I'm the one who is paying the money to see the film. Tambah lagi kalo beli VCD pirate. Bukan saja gambar gelap, dan tunggang langgang, tambah parah kalo crita tak best. Ahaha. Hey, sokonglah filem buatan Malaysia. Crap tak crap, kita jugak yang kene tolong, ndak? Apa-apapun, CINTA is not without it's own "ummpph". The idea may be the same , but the style could be different. And we have Pierre Andre instead of Colin Firth. And Keira Knightley instead of Sharifah Amani..eh, terbalik (hehe) Dan realitinya, orang Malaysia termasuk aku, we are sucker for love story..so, pedulik hapa dengan ciplak tak ciplak, rite? At least we're good at something...iaitu menciplak. Lainla kalo Richard Curtis nak saman Kabir Bhatia..huhu. Baru lah nak havoc.

Peace

Apa kata kiter buat filem pasal budak2 medic? The tag line should be "It's all about stethoscope, white coat, and Oxford Handbook of Medicine" ...haha. Gosh, I bet the "getting a neuro case for long case during final exam" scene mesti thrill punyalah....hahahahahahaha....

proud

Ok, so whats wrong with giving your opinion? Or stating your stand? Or simply, letting out some steam? Thomas tak marah. Amar OK. Aku pun cool. Nina je yang blur. And yeah, Nina, to answer your question, it's about Thomas and Lydia. Takde kaitan with me pun. He simply asked for my advice, and I've given him one.

Is it of concern when someone stating something negative or sound pessimistic? Is life's all about flowers, butterflies, honey, rainbow, love, sunshines..bla..bla..bla?



Crap... And no, I'm not being negative, just stating the obvious.
Hmm.

It is a mistake (kinda) for making this blog public. I would want to change the url, but then I'll cut off some my friends from their only connection to me (and my latest kaba). Therefore, from now on, some issues regarding me and my friends will be written in bahasa sarawak. After all, some of my Sarawakian friends has been complaining that my bahasa sarawak has been quite sloppy. Kinda unfair, since I'm the only sarawakian...in my class...in my house...bla..bla..bla.

Bahasa iban, melanau also sloppy...cess..my Sabahan slang pun dua kali lima. All these lepeh speaking made me confused. Haha. Lepeh..lepeh. Mun dak lepeh tauk gine perkataan lepeh tok ujud, nang manas lalu la daknya klak. Nyehehe..kamboh..kamboh...
And, I dont want to go to CSI tomorrow. I've declared tomorrow as my day off. Just call it 'anticipatory migraine'. YEAY.

Tadik tek ada nemiak matrik mesej aku..hehehe..kenak ka oh? Nya padah ku kin kacak, dolok di matrik gaok jak..ehehe..lalala..gerek baru..gerek baru... (???)

Oh, palak juak hari tok. Pagi tek, nang semangat alu aku agak tutorial prof egan..best naa juak. Bait laki ya. Bole diembak plentey la, at least nya ngajar aku sik penin. Lekak ya, tutorial ngan adrian (menar ndak namanya tuk..)..nang kak ya, syal juak. dah la kakar sik paham (kakar bertraborrrr), lekak ya, nak alah2 nangga jam..nangga urang lalu lalang. sik konsentret alu ngan mek urang.maok sik maok jak ngan mek orang. tedah juak ku nangga syazwan tek. blur jak upa. mun da tutor, ngajarla menar2. tok semadi maok jak..sabar jak aku, kedong aku sik pandey, malas la aku mok sound gilak..ehehe..lalu lekak ya, side epek juak la. downnnnnnnn....

huhu..kenyang juak eka cia ku makan tek...ehehe. makseh eka.

ngerepak. ngerepak. ngerepak.

Peace.

just stop trying

People should learn when to stop trying. Because I'm the person who know when to stop. When I do, I wont feel any regret. And when I do, I dont care about them. Even if its my mistake from the start, I would say sorry and move on with my life. I dont care if you're stuck or drag along behind me. I dont care if you hate me. I dont care about reasoning, second chances bla bla bla. I'm heartless. I can forget everything I said, or what I felt about someone. I can change in a second. I can hate one person today, and love them tomorrow. Vice versa. I hate giving excuses for what I did. Truthfully, simply, I hate commitment. I just dont want to care about others. And I dont want others to care about me. Thank you for your thought. I'm fine on my own.

So, stop trying. You only waste your time. You only make a fool out of yourself. If people are playing hard to get with you, so be done with it. Yeah, yeah..so you like them so much, you cant forget about them. So what? Do you have any self value? If you do, then stop. They dont want you, so get on with your life. Dont sell yourself short for something stupid and cheap like love. Even whores get money for so-called intimacy. Do you?

Go buy something nice for yourself. Pamper yourself. Sleep. And find a new person to be with. Like I always do. Like I always do. When you're done with it, stop and start the whole thing again. See, living life aint so bad. It's just knowing when to forgive, forsake and forget. TARAA!

Now, dont get me wrong. This is not about any of you. This has nothing to do with any of you. Not everything is about any of you. This is just something I would do. A second nature you might call it. I normally care about others. When I feel like it. Kapish?