-ich liebe mein job. mein gott, ich liebe mein job.


-i am physically poor coordinated. another way of saying i'm clumsier than just plain clumsy. really sick of having something going wrong everytime i do my work. not that i detest doing work, god i love it to death. but really, kalau tak skru beterabur jatuh, skrudriver jatuh. kalau tak aku terlanggar benda, benda langgar aku. apaaa nihhh?! if it was a bad day, or even week, i can accept it. but 8 weeks? come on, couldn't be my dumb luck, could it? feels even akward when i need to explain something technik in german. really, how did people perceive me anyways? not that i really care, though. but still, feels like i'm in the beauty and the geek show. err except the beautiful part.


-speaking of beauty, i don't feel kamfertebel in my exterior physical casing. heheh erti kata lain aku rasa macam gemuk gila. mana tak, dah dua minggu aku makan macam tong. sekali makan nasi buleh habis satu pot. makan mee, tambah dua kali. big scoops. mana main sikit-sikit. lepas makan kena ada desert. plus, now i'm constipated. in conclusion, the output is not proportional to the input and therefore causing such excess which i prefer to call it as adipose tissue or simply extra padding. funny though, cause exactly ten years ago, i asked god to give me more fat. i was stick-thin and back then, i wasn't comfortable physically as well. typical. but hey, now not that i can't accept myself, but i just do think that i can do better with what god has given me. bukan nak jadi kurus, tapi sehat. sejahtera. physically as well as mentally.


-and speaking of food, heidi's husband was such a sweet heart making us all in tektronix, sushi! really killed my cravings. she even shared tips on how to make good sushis. heh. esok aku mau buat nasi lemak. and the day after sushi. and the day after that tom yam. and the day after the day after that samosa. biar la aku makan macam tong pon. hati senang!


-speaking of hati senang, i went to fuehlinger see (tasik fuehlinger). uissshhhh. cantik nyaaaa! too bad i'm moving out in two weeks time. if i would've found it earlier, then i could do some 'me' time there. pouting while sitting under the trees with clear greenish blue water, watching people kayaking, cam whoring heheh. would definitely enjoy it better if i have a good company or a good book as well as good music.

bliss.. fuehlingersee.

-nonetheless, i would have another lake at my new place. they even got 24 hours mcds and subways. not bad, for a country where everything closes at 8. hey, i'm all giddy inside. bocholt, here i come! new house, new faces, new season. can't wait!








p/s: i just ordered in curry shrimp with rice and omg lelehan air liurku ditelan dengan nikmat. dah la buleh main koling-koling, makanan sampai depan muka pintu, sedap macam makanan melesia pulak tu. sekali lagi, ternakan lemak berjalan dengan jayanya!

how come people don't really write in their blogs?

how come people don't bitch over others in their blogs?

how come people don't cuss in their blogs?

or am i the only one whos doing it?

or people just don't have dramas in their lives?


sigh.

lalala.


encik timi oldskul telah kahwin. cincin emas di jari manis kanannya betul-betul mematahkan hatiku.



tak pa aku redha.


hmmmm. i'm soo sad it's colder these days. i mean, physically its not that tormenting anymore, since cold is easier to cope than hot. these people here don't even have any fans let alone AC built in most places therefore hot is distressing.

tapi sayang, encik oldskul yang selama ini tidak jemu untuk dilihat, diusha, dijenguk mahupun ditegursapakan telah berubah. berubah bersama cuaca. it was hot, he was hot. now it's cold, he's the antonym of hot. unhot.

now i'm in a very strong refusal to even have a glance of him.

one, it's the gold ring. demmit. demmit. demmit. that means, all this time i've been goggling for a married guy. eeeeee. geli la pulak. rasa macam usha datuk k. hmph my bad.

two, he's like a freaking nerd!!! now he's wearing jeans, with tucked in t-shirt. tucked in. TUCKED frigging IN! and he even goes with that scruffy unshaved look. no i don't dig. hell no. not with that friseur, that specs and shoes. pakcik nerd. the thing is, he doesn't even look happy these days anyways, so..hmm. its pretty hard to go up to him and say something. HAHAHA aku tengah berangan. ok ok all these while he's the only who does the aproaching. aaaaanyways, what i'm trying to say is.. him with those greenish or sometimes camouflage shorts and UNtucked t-shirts. that's hot. literally and figuratively. plus i'm so into guys with green shirts. he's into green shirts. he wore green, like almost everyday. during summer anyways. but now... it's rainy, and he's into red. wtf?? nooooo, don't he gets it?? red? it's too..rank. man.


so whatever. i'm not into him anymore.

UPDATES!!

since i saved my updates in the draft, scroll downwards to view it.



p/s : its a long entry.

err its official.























i dig heath.

aku suka heath ledger. dan jake gyllenhaal. HAHAHAHAHA

feel like bitching over someone right now.

come on. i'm a ticking bomb. one of the ladies i'm living right now is REALLY pushing the buttons. this miss i'm-a-little-too-high-class is soo making my living hell. the worse thing is, she's not even trying.

so, lets start with what i can't even avoid.

the toilet aka the shower. you wake up in the morning, take up your toothbrush, open the forcet and - WTF??? ada sejanggut rambut di dalam sinki serta serat-serat yang tidak dapat dikenalpasti, daripada apakah ia sebenarnya diperbuat. i know it's not mine, i know it's not yani's. she and i, we have dark hair. the other twos have brighter. but one is red another is orange. and i swear they were orange. oh, wait. they were for the past 4 weeks, they are and they will be for the next three weeks. and the main suspect is sole. confirmed. the boyfriend always comes over on the weekends to spend some 'quality time'. fine. the idea that its summer and i have to wear hijjab and long pants around the house is for me no problemo. no fakken problemo. i bear and ye shall relish.

tapi tak ke bodoh?

the boyfriend : oi. your toilet tersumbatlah.
me : huh? yea, i know. (demn, aku malu)
the boyfriend : yeahhh, and there's some hair in there! *pointing at me. literally.*
me : *eating and almost choked* (fak) yea, well, i malas nak layan. (they're your bloody ignorant girlfriend's, you asshole.)
the boyfriend : yea, well you should do something about it.
miss i'm-all-high : *shuts up, trying to be ignorant, and flips her god damn ORANGE hair*
me : yea? i malas nak layan. fuck this house, i can't wait to get out.
the boyfriend : ......
miss i'm-all-high : ......
me : .......

akward silence. hell, it wasn't awkward for me.

i swear, i was cussing all the way. hello?? aku sental jamban, aku lap cermin. give and take la. although i do it accasionally, at least i did something and i would be ashamed of myself if i know im making a mess in a sharing area. i don't just leave my organic mull in the sink, when i know other people will be using them. why do you think its clogging in the first place? plus, why would there be ANY hair in the sink anyways? i take SHOWER in the morning, unlike some people, prolly wash their friggin hair in the sink. hair should be accumulating in the shower tab. i don't even want to imagine and assume what more of the weirdness of her conducts in the shower.

that's one. there was even tissue in the toilet!! unflushed. oh,well, its being flushed, like 5 times. nothing happened. like its stuck there, for good. i mean, EUUWW. I, for one, never use toilet paper. neither do my other flatmates. even if we do, we don't flush it down the toilet. duh! because it's not even toilet tissue in the first place! it's called kitchen cloth. it's thicker than ordinary tissue, dumbass. you don't just flush it down the toilet. see, the thing is, she's too stingy to buy toilet papers so i guess the best way round is to use the kitchen cloth that all of us are sharing. shessh, but even i, who doesnt even use toilet papers, know that if you use too much of them, toilet'll be clogged. same principal goes with kitchen cloth.

and having to go through this EVERYFUCKINGDAY sucks. just as i came home back from work these things will just rocket me to my emo zone. demn it. i even refused to cook for a week so that i could avoid everyone and that i won't snap everybody. i slept in my work clothes for 3 consecutive days, mann. i'm just in that bad of mood.

and things i just could avoid but i don't. cause i just have the heart.

so we had to do our laundry at the boys' cause this stupid little flat doesn't exhibit any washing machine. and when i said i wanted to do the laundry;

miss i'm-all-high : eyy sape mau buat laundry??? *sounding all excited*
me : yea, me. IF the guys ain't doing theirs. o god i soo have a lot of clothes to wash. (i purposely said that cause i so know she wanted me to wash hers as well)
miss i'm-all-high : owh *even got the guts to bring out her clothes*
me : but hey. you could use it first if you wanted to.
miss i'm-all-high : no no it's okay. you can use it first. i malas.
me : hm. okay then.

after i came back from throwing my clothes in the mashine.

miss i'm-all-high: eh, you'll be moving your clothes into the dryer right? sooo.. could you, like, throw in mine into the mashine? *acting all giddy and nice*
me : hmm, its gonna take a long time though, cause i got,like, lots of clothes. prolly around 2 hours or so. (demmit, don't ask me to run charity for you.)
miss i'm-all-high : yea, that's okay.

that's not faking okay, god damn it. oh ok, now i see why you don't 'feel like it' when i asked you to wash your clothes first. so that i could be running around as your doggie, eh? and to thought i was being thoughtful offering you to go first. what do you have to be malas about? you don't have to wear any hijjabs or change your shorts. i do. and for goodness' sake, the boys are just living next door!

time to change to dryer.

me : these are all your clothes?
miss i'm-all-high : yea, just throw them in.
me : sabun?
miss i'm-all-high : err.. well, heheh just use yours, i don't have any, anyways. *acting all cute*

then how do you wash your clothes all these while? plus, i have no intention of taking up and down two bottles of soap and softener, especially when i just wanted to remove my clothes into the dryer. fucker.

later.

miss i'm-all-high : hey. its a bit late and all. i wanna go to sleep already. could you please, if you wanna take your clothes, put mine into the dryer? i've got to go to work early.
me : hm i don't know. i might just leave mine tonight cause its late and all.
miss i'm-all-high : oh shit. i have no clothes for tomorrow's work.
me : i don't know.


i'm, like, WTF, maann? i fakken offered you to wash yours earlier. and knowing the mashine's working wonders especially with time, manage your own life! urgh. but alas, i ended up taking up my clothes that night, oh, more likely to midnight, cause i don't feel it would be fair for the guys to have clothes in their mashine AND dryer the next day. and i freakin threw her clothes in the dryer.


but the worse part is, i even hated yself not to say it to her face. mann, if i do that, she will be hurt for life! i don't think i'll say it, i'll just splash it. i'm not really into the flattery way of speaking anymore these days. it's pathethic, i know.





cepat lah habis ogos. alaaaaaaaaaaah... tapi aku sayang tektronix. tanak la habis kerja cepat sangat. ishh. bodoh la duduk dalam rumah ni.

pffftftftft.


ishhhhhhh.


ciss hatiku pecah.


apsal timi oldskul pakai cincin di jari manisnya? betul kah dia sudah berkahwin?? aishh.. pecah pecah pecah hatiku.


habis apa motivatisi aku mau pergi kerja??


takkan thomas superman sorang je aveilebel di kampeniku? ish, dia pon hari-hari gayut ngan awek.


ahhhh! cepat la aku pindah.

i'm so sick of being here right now. i know i dont even have the rights to say these things, but still.


i'm so sick of this tiny little room that i have to share.


i dun like the amount of light that's coming through the window. too bright.


i hate the small little fridge we had here.


i hate the fact that we dont even have a tv.


it really sucks that the sink is still jammed even though i dug it out couple of times. every morning i wake up there must be strings of hair which obviously are not mine.


i cant take it anymore because i had to take things back and forth from my bag since there aint no more space in this room.


and im stuck in this tiny hell till the end of august.













it sucks big time that i have this temp lifestyle.

apsal blog aku jadik gila nihh??


isshshhhhhhshshsh.


marah la aku!

aku sangatlah berada di dalam neraka bahasa. apa pasal la so thomas superman ni tak paham-paham aku cakap apa? apa pasal pakcik helmut sibuk boleh saja paham apa yang aku cakap? aku rasa gemen aku tak la macam orang afrika atau gabun, sepatah haram i dun understand. tapi setiap kali aku nak cakap kat si superman ni, die asik blanko. tensen la aku macam ni!!

walau pun begitu nasib baik aku buleh cakap inggeris. dan nasib baik jugak encik superman serta rakan-rakan sekerjanya buleh berbahasa inggeris karena kampeni praktikalku sekarang merupakan kampeni dibawah naungan amerika syarikat. sungguh pon begitu, aku kena juga menghebatkan diri untuk berbahasa gemen demi 5 tahun yang akan datang ini. aigoo, sesungguhnya aku fedap yang teramatlah sangat sehinggakan di tengah-tengah ayat gemen aku, aku terus masuk inggeris dan menghabiskan ayat aku sepenuhnya dalam inggeris. kadang-kadang terasa juga kebodohan maksima diri ini. terutamanya apabila aku terpaksa menerangkan masalah alat-alat menggunakan bahasa teknik. aduh. bengong sungguh kepala aku. aku budak baru belajar, mana tahu bahasa teknik. pening la hoi.

tapi sekurang-kurangnya aku tak pernah memalukan diri aku sendiri di hadapan encik timi oldskul yang comel itu, mahupun encik stefan kerek(yang sebenarnya kelaka la jugak). eh, cop! oooo pernah! depan tim. oh ya, dia pernah menolong kami menyelesaikan satu masalah main board karena boss kami sudah pulang ke rumah. sebelum itu aku dan yani bermain bingo dan aku si buduh telah menulis nombor-nombor serta perkataan BINGO itu dengan marker pen. semasa sedang menyelesaikan masalah, aku melihat ekor matanya (yang sangat besar dan berwarna biru itu) sedang meneliti sesuatu. ku lihat apa itu? rupa-rupanya kertas BINGO ku yang seterang dan sebesar gajah itu!!! ishhh... malu la. so much for making an impression.

hmm, tape lah. memandangkan encik timi masih lagi suka bertegur sapa, serta menyedekahkan senyuman, aku suka. aku suka. aku suka. sangat suka mata besar warna biru itu.

oleh itu, aku suka kampeni aku. walaupon aku di dalam neraka bahasa.








tapi aku saspek aku ternampak rambut putih atas kepala timi. penyiasatan susulan akan dilakukan selepas ini.

IMRAN ABBAS?? Youngest prince of pakistan

Huiyooo.
Aku buleh jatuh cinta.
A set of deep, grey eyes, luscious lips..



but bet he got hairy chest.

oh sedihnya.

besnya rakan-rakan sepermainanku bermain-main tanpaku.

serta rakan sepermakananku bermakan-makan tanpaku.

terasa tersisih sendiri di german ini.

people in myspace make me nauseous. no. thats too general. people, who have the same religion as me, living ALL their lives in my country, posting theirselves as hos on myspace, make me sick.

please. like, really. you people are soooo disguting.

im really opinionated. i dont really care if you are reading this, although you are one of my friends or for that matter my cousins. apparently i have my own opinions.

i mean, what's up with announcing PROUDLY you're a clubing perk? so what if you're a clubbing perk? you dont have to be SOOOO damn proud about it. it doesnt make you paris hilton or lindsay lohan. does it actually show your talent or capability? well, at least the hilton heiress is making a hell lots of money with her clubs. or it just shows how easy for guys to get under your pants? hmm. i guess having loose vagina really is the new way of climbing up the social stairs. well, if thats the case, then i dont ever wanna climb up the social stairs. let me stay and be a social retard. and please, you and the pictures of boozes on your dirty little hands - not impressive. at all. dull. durh.

and then whats up with closed up pictures showing your cleavage and tits and other parts of your VERY UNattractive flesh? urrrgh. that is sooo fucked up, people. fucking cheap. its like, you're having your own porn page. 1 star. and going up. thats just sad. the worse part is, even kids 13, 14, 15 years of age are 'entlightning' themselves with this pathetic pathology. all just because you wanna people to give you unsincere but so-called flattering comments like, "oohhh, you're soo hot" and "suweeeettt" and "i wanna get in your pants, bebeh". and you go ALL cloud nine! blah.

plus, i am sooo sick of hearing people calling themselves "i'm THE bitch"or "i'm hot!!". oh please, thats the 21st century's cliche of saying "im soo screwed and i desperately need an identity". 4 words, you ghettos. get. a. fucking. life. period. instead of trying soo hard to boost your self-esteem like that, and actually got nothing out of it.

chin1

aigoooo....

chin3

TRANSLATION;
mom, i took a shit but there's no toilet paper
i'm waiting for mom in the smelly bathroom
mom where are you? im waiting for you
im waiting for my mom
no, no, she's not going to come
"where are you mom?" "MOOOOOMM!!"

dad, i took a shit but there's no toilet paper
yeah
i wait and i wait but dad does not come
dad where are you? i'm waiting for you
i'm waiting for dad
no, no, dad is not going to come
yeah








HAHAHAHAHAHA

Chin2

Chin2, 2 korean boys lipsyncing to a song called "Jung-Hwa Ban Jum" which means "Chinese Restaurant" in Korean.

budak bujang - why siti

Datuk K dan Siti Nurhaliza

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Aku suka video ni. Keciwa nyahhhh.

sing-a-long!!

Terimalah...
Oh yea..3x
bila siti jauh aku rasa rindu hey
bila dia kawin aku tak nak datang say
kerana dia kawin dengan datuk k
datuk k datuk k K K
kau nak kawin dengan siti
kau dah potong jalan kami
ini tak boleh jadi
kau memang tak sedar diri

dulu siti kata tak kisah siapa laki
asal dia seorang yang baik hati
tapi siti sekarang sudah mungkir janji
kawin dengan datuk
duda pulak tu lagik...

datuk k nak kawin dengan siti
kau dah potong jalan kami
ini tak boleh jadi

walaupun kau telah menghancurkan hatiku
aku kan tetap meminatimu
walaupun sudah tiga dagu
aku belum siap lirik ini punya!...

pffftttt. this isnt working.


fotopages isnt working.


darn.


now im mad.


see? its not that i deliberately shutting people out of mylife.


life itself is shutting me from you.