The Rotten Habit

After packing and unpacking my stuffs, from college to home,
i discovered something.
I have a bad habit.
A very very rotten habit.

I like to keep things.
Papers, bank slips, receipts, cigarette boxes, everything.
Rubbish.
But nothing's rotten bout that.

Wanna go to the sauna?

I tend to keep things, even when it's rotten/spoilt/rosak.
And in this case, it's food.

No, i don't keep nasi lemak or sate or whatever.
Usually, it's things like chocolates, sweets, biscuits, cakes, snacks, jajan, whatever.
They are the victims.

During the Raya season, there's a lot of cakes and kuihs in my house.
So, i brought a tupperware full of Kek Lapis Sarawak to college.
Of course, i couldn't finish it.
So, i kept it away in the cupboard, and totally forgot about it.

E.coli? Check. Fungi? Check. Salmonella? Check.

My sister likes to bake cakes, and everything that she bakes tastes hella good.
But the same thing happens, and in this case, the victim is a Chocolate Marble Cheese Cake.
I brought it to college, eat some, then keep it, and then forget. (err sorry Sis)

Doesn't look like marble to me alright

It's not that i don't want to eat it, it's not that it tastes bad (i wouldn't bring it in the first place then) or anything.
It's just procrastination at its highest level.
Whenever i remembered about it, i would go

"Ahh nanti la makan.. takde mood la."

And so i end up forgetting about the whole thing.
Damn.

Fruits are no exceptions too.
Especially fruits that needs to be peeled off, like pears, apples and such.

I said fruit, not speaker. Focus!

I would always take fruits from the dining hall in my college, and put it in my room.
Just to let it rot, i guess.


Even my friends ask me when am i going to throw THAT rotten pear.
Rather than throwing it straight away, i would say,

"Ala, nanti la.. biar je la dulu.. Sibuk ar kau.."

Once, i collected quite a number of fruits, enough to make a fruit basket and left it all in my friend's room.
One day, monkeys break into his room, and made a mess out of the rotten fruits.
Nice eh?
Sorry bro, my fault. hehe

Dude, where's my balls?

I've learned my lesson, and i i'll try to kick this habit away.
So, as a punishment to myself, i forced myself to come up with a pantun.

Kalau dimakan semua nanti gemuk,

Kalau tak dimakan pulak merajuk,

Kalau disimpan nanti berlapuk,

Hai, susah susah bagi je kat beruk!

Kaki Bengkak

I got a swollen foot. My precious left foot is swollen!

My left ankle, to be more precise.

Approximately 30 minutes after impact

I really fucking hate it when this happens. This kind of injury has been haunting me for years.

I had just recovered from a sprained ankle, my right one.

And just a few days after that, now my it's the other side's turn.

Talk about being fair huh.

So much for the Fabregas-inspired thingy, now i'm injured.

Cannot play futsal for at least a few days.

Damn.

Normal, un-bengkak right foot

So, as usual, me being me, after being on the receiving end of a vicious swipe from another teammate(yes, teammate!), i continued playing.

It was an accident though, no worries.

I should have gone out of the game to treat it, but instead, being the typical me,

i played like usual.

Somehow it looks kinda.. weird. With all the "urat" around

So, after the match, i can barely walk properly.

To prevent the swell from "masuk angin", or so they say, i quickly grabbed an ice pack and applied it to the unlucky part.

Make-shift ice-pack

So, later that night, i went for an "urut" session.

No no, i did not go to a rumah urut.

And the term "urut" will be used instead of massage, because it just sounds.. more annoying.

I wonder what's the connection between massage and Marlboro

Since my official physio a.k.a the girlfy is not available, i had to go to my UM physio, Mr. Iqbal.

Mr. Iqbal is also good in "urut", but his technique is mainly catered to "buang angin", as Mr. Kaer would testify.

However, he is equally adept in "urut" for injury.

If only things were this easy

Regarding this "urut" thingy, you either have the talent or not. There's no two ways about it. People who are expert in "urut" knows exactly what to do, where to apply pressure and so on.

Some even have their own pantang larang such as

• There are specific times only for the "urut"
• No "urut" at night
• You have to pay something to the masseur, no matter how small the amount
• There's a limit to a number of person that can be "urut"-ed

..and so on.

Magic Potion a.k.a Minyak Gamat (phone and pail not included)

Luckily, i got my magic potion, traditionally named as Minyak Gamat for the "urut" process.

So, the "urut" session must be around 30 minutes, said Mr.Iqbal.

Argh, damn. 30 minutes of hell for me.

It felt like

F O R E V E R

After the "urut". Somehow my feet looks more vibrant haha

The pain was unbearable i tell you. Tak boleh tahan woo.

Sakit nak mampus.

And only now i remember the golden rules to treat a swollen ankle.

RICE.

• Rest
• Ice
• Compress
• Elevate

..which of course i did not obey.

Coconut Milk Rice

Who the fuck remembers about RICE when they are out playing sports? All i could think of was of course rice as in food.

hehehe

Thanks a lot to Mr.Iqbal for his willingness to "urut" my ankle, while making me suffer incredible pain.

Gambar hiasan. Do not go

And to Mr.Dzul who injured me(accidentally, ahem), you need to treat me to a rumah urut! hahahahahahaha

On the brighter side, now i have a reason to NOT go to class!

The Soya Bean Sial Story

My Ramadhan is never complete without some sort of sialness.
This thing happened earlier in the month of Ramadhan, sometime around the week before last.

Since it's the first few days of Ramadhan, the whole concept of Pasar Ramadhan or "Param" is on everybody's mind, really.
The nearest, easiest and the best Param around UM area is the one at Section 17 Petaling Jaya, near UIA.

I've been going there since a few years ago, so it's nothing really new actually. It's quite big, and the selection is okay. That was last year. This year, it's not as meriah as it used to be. There are lesser stalls, lesser choices, and maybe slightly more expensive.

What i remember the most about the Param is the Soya Bean drink. There's this stall last year, where it sells Soya Bean, of course (duh). It claims to be the "Biggest Soya Bean in 17".
Whoa, what a bold claim, huh?

The soya bean in all its glory

It's not surprising, since it is really big, and one packet costs RM2. And it serves around 3-4 people easily. Yeah, it is that big, and it is kinda cheap.

So, on one fateful day, which was around two weeks ago, me and my friends decided to go there.
We decided to go there since the lauk offered at the Dewan Makan in my college that day was kinda shitty.
Biasalah, memilih.

We only went out of UM at around 6.30pm, which was of course quite late, considering the traffic and all.
We somehow managed to reach there on time though.

Once we set our foot over there, the whole rush of nafsu to buy everything came. Nothing new really, heheh. Well, with me being me, i decided to take a look around first, buy later. Well that's my philosophy.

So, i walked right till the end of the Param without buying anything. I refused to buy anything. Not until on my way back. It's the case of survey everything first, buy later lah.

Then, i found the Soya Bean stall. The exact stall which claims to sell the biggest Soya in Section 17. So, i made my first purchase.
A hot soya bean.
Being a smartass, i thought that buying the hot one is better than the cold one. The ice will surely melt, and it will spoil the taste of the Soya Bean drink. I could always get ice from my Dewan Makan, no problem.

So, we made our way back slowly, going through all the crowd. It was already late, and i still haven't bought anything to eat. Nevermind, there's always more in front.
But as i walked along, there seems to be less and less food left. The ones that i had on my mind earlier were all finished. Oh, nevermind, there's always more in front.

As the berbuka puasa time approaches, things started to get frantic. People are desperate, so they just simply buy anything that they can get their hands on.
Maybe it's because it's still early days in Ramadhan, all the stalls are finished early. Everybody buys from there, and they didn't cook enough food, or whatever.

Which means, i don't actually get the chance to buy anything.
As i walked along, almost back to the starting point, there seems to be nothing left already.
What the fuck?

And so, i went back, without nothing except a bloody so-called Biggest Soya.
Yes, that's all.

I didn't buy anything. No food. At all. Just soya bean. Nice eh?

As we were crossing the street to get to the car, the azan is heard. So, imagine having your berbuka puasa right in the middle of the road with nothing except the fucking soya.
And to make things worse, the knot on the Soya plastic is kinda hard to open, so i had to drink a friend's drink. Great.

So in the end, we went back to the college and tapau the fucking leftovers from the Dewan Makan, which was almost closing, that time. It couldn't get any worse, don't you think?
Yeah, in the end i had to settle with the shitty food.

When i finally managed to open my drink while eating the shitty shitty food, the sial doesn't stop there.
The Soya Bean is sugarless. Not the healthy-kind-of-type sugarless, but plain sugarless. Soya Bean drink without air gula.
And how the fuck would that taste, let me ask you?

By that time, i was starting to get fucking cranky. Imagine this.
You are hungry. You went to a Param to get some food. You only end up buying a fucking soya bean. And you had to settle for a shitty food from the Dewan Makan.
And, the Soya fucking Bean is not even drinkable.
So much for the "ice will melt and spoil the Soya" shit.

So, i put aside the Soya first, and i made my own Grape cordial instead. Damn.
Pathetic.
Nak makan pun tak ada selera dah.

Later that night, i made my own Air Gula to add to the Soya Bean.
And no, the sial doesn't stop there. No no.

I simply mixed the Air Gula with the Soya Bean drink without even checking it.
What?

Tau Fu Fa in a packet?

Yes, the whole fucking packet of the tasteless Soya Bean is spoilt. It's curdled, just like Tau Fu Fa.
Fuck fuck fuck.

I still didn't give up though. I shook the packet to mix it back again. Successful, kinda.
Oh, what the hell, please just let me drink my Soya Bean.

And yes, it was masam already.
Fuck fuck fuck again.
Why me????

I finally gave up, and put the Soya Bean to where it truly belongs. The dustbin.
What a waste.
That made me super duper cranky for the whole fucking day.

And i have never bought Soya Bean ever since.

A Christmas to remember

It's been quite a while since i posted something here. Sorry for the delay. Too many things to be done, too busy (yeah right). Oh and by the way, it's still not too late to wish a happy new year right?
Happy New Year!
Aha, okay. No new year stories, and no new year's resolution bullshit. Well, it's about Christmas. Haha, yeah, Christmas.

Actually, i wanted to post something sometime during Christmas, a story, in fact. But then, since the Internet connection is bloody slow, i did not manage to post the story. Basically, i typed it half-way, but i don't know how, it kinda got lost. Yeah. Blame everything else but me. But since i'm in a story-telling mood, let me share with you my Christmas story. And therefore i'll type the whole thing again. And one more thing, there's actually 2 parts, with 2 stories, but with the same theme. LOL. But i'll save the second part for the next post aight?

On the 25th of December, which is Christmas day, everybody around the world was in a good spirit. Festive spirit, family reunions, holidays, and what not. But since i don't really celebrate Christmas, there's no turkey, or a Christmas tree with a lampu lip-lap or anything close to that. No parties, no kenduri, no nothing. So, that night, me and the girlfy decided to go and watch a midnight movie.

We went to Midvalley since the parking rate is dirt cheap. It was a Malay movie, Histeria. The movie was not that bad. It's not scary or frightening for me, but it does have a terkejut-terkejut moment (not that i'm really terkejut though). So, the movie was okay, and we went out of the cinema feeling kinda satisfied. As usual, when i got up from the seat, i would check my pockets, my seat and my surroundings so that i won't leave anything behind.

As we were walking towards the autopay station, i realized something.
The parking ticket is not in my pocket.
Damn.

So, a frantic search operation begins. I searched my pocket, my wallet, everything. Nope, not there. The girlfy checks her bag, her purse and everything. Still no parking ticket. I said to the girlfy that i may have left it in the car (which is so not me). So, we went to the car, search here there and everywhere. Still, no parking ticket. There's everything inside (summonses, rubbish etc.) except the bloody parking ticket.
And panic starts to filter through my body.

I knew that i had put it in my pocket. But it was nowhere to be found.
So, we went back to the cinema. Since our movie was one of the last movies for that night, by the time we got there back, the cinema was already closed. There were a few GSC staffs out there, so i asked them if they could let us inside to search for the parking ticket.
Searching....
No, not in the cinema. Not on our seats. Not even on the floor.
I even went to the toilet to see maybe if it's there. None.

So, since there's not much option left, we had to prepare for the worse. Actually, the parking would just cost us RM1. One freaking ringgit. But a lost ticket would cost us me 50 bloody RMs!
Shit.
Big time!

After some fighting and shouting, I convinced the girlfy that i put the ticket inside my pocket, although i usually put it inside my wallet. So, it must have fell off when i took out my wallet. Suddenly, i remembered something. The only time i took out my wallet was while paying for the movie ticket.
Wait, that can't be right?

If that thing had slipped out of my pocket, it would have been at the counter, around 2 hours before that!
But what the hell, why not just try and check the counter right?

So, we ran like two mad idiots on a lonely midnight towards the counter. When we got there, the counter is already closed. It was dark, and the steel partition is already down. So, we looked around on the floor, and guess what.
Guess what?

The parking ticket is lying there. All alone. Upside-down. Untouched.
In front of the counter.

What a relief..!!!
Imagine, what are the odds??

The parking ticket is still there after more than 2 hours!
To put it simple, it fell off, i went inside and watched the whole movie, gone back to the car, search here and there, and then i go back there, and it's still there!
It could have easily been swept off by the cleaner, or maybe blown by the wind, or even picked up by some curious bastard!
But no! It was still there!

Oh, how thankful was i that moment. Only God knows how i felt that time.
I could have lost RM50 that night. It could have been the most expensive parking ever. Fortunately enough, i just needed to pay only 1/50 of that amount.
Phew!

So, was that bad luck, or was i lucky?
Whatever it was, it's surely a Christmas to remember.
Good times baby, good times.

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Shleeeep

Everybody sleeps. You sleep. I sleep. And some people sleep with each other.
Okay, that's not the main point.
How long do you usually sleep? Why do people sleep? And what type of a sleeper are you?
And no, this post is not a copy-paste-from-email type of post.

Sleeping is essential. Too little of it is bad for your health. Too much of it is bad for your brain. To me, there is no such term as "enough sleep". hahaha. It is always between not enough sleep, or too much of it (but i'm not complaining).

And then there is the so-called power naps. I'm not really a big fan of it, because you see, a power nap is actually a gamble. It will either really really recharge your body, or it may ruin the rest of your day. The most common form of power nap is when you sleep for around 30 minutes during the afternoon/lunch break. I don't think it's really a great idea because it's better that you eat first, and then sleep it off. hahaha

How do you wake up from your sleep? Do you wake up gradually, with snoozes and all, or do you abruptly end your sleep and jump straight up? I'm more of both actually. When i'm asleep, i'm not really fully asleep. I'm actually aware of my surroundings. I can still sometimes hear what people are saying and what are they doing while i'm sleeping. So, you can't really talk behind my back or try to steal my stuffs eh? And i'm also easily awaken by the littlest of sounds.

It's easy for me to wake up. Just knock on the door, and i'll wake up. The first sounds of the alarm clock wakes me up as well. Yes, that easy. But the problem is, whenever i wake up, there's this habit of procrastination which really bugs me. I wake up, turn off the bloody alarm clock (for your information, my alarm clock is set on my laptop, and it sounds soooo loud, considering my 5-in-1 speaker, and it is bloody annoying too), and then i go back to sleep.

That's the problem. No matter how many alarm clocks that i set, i will always go back to sleep after turning off the source of the sound. But that's not really the case when there's something important. It's all in the mind, actually. All about willpower. Hell yeah.

So why am i actually talking about this? Why sleep, as a topic?
It's because it's fun to see how people sleep, and how they react when they are disturbed. Some people, like me for example is easily awaken. But there's also this bloody group of people who just can't wake up no matter what type of alarm clock they use.

There's this friend of mine who also happens to have an annoying alarm clock too(it's just a phone alarm). It's loud. It's annoying. But the problem is, it is not effective on him. And that leaves me, who is easily disturbed by stupid sounds, to turn off the the bloody phone. There's this one time, the phone kept on snoozing while this thick-skulled friend of mine continued sleeping peacefully, which makes me tear the hairs out of my head. I couldn't stand it anymore, so i took the battery out of the phone and shut it up for good. And i swear if that happens again, i will just throw the phone out of the window. (-_-)

And here's the best one. This friend of mine, Mr. A was sleeping in a class. It was a small class actually, a tutorial, and not a lecture. He didn't care. All he wanted to do is just sleep. No, he did not snore in the class, that was Mr. C's habit, mind you. Mr. A was really so deep in his slumber, that even when the class is finished, he was still there, sleeping, in the same position as 2 hours ago.

The class is already empty. There's nobody else. It's just him, me, and another friend. I wanted to leave him all alone and let him wake up whenever he's ready, but then again, that's too boring, too high school. So, what did we do? We took photos of course! A lot of them actually.
This one is my pick.





I finally got bored of taking photos of the sleeping guy, so i woke him up and showed him the pic. What did he say?

"Stylo gila pic ni"

An honest opinion from someone who was sleeping peacefully, deeply and unconscious for 2 hours.
I guess there's a lesson for Mr. A.
Never sleep obliviously when you have a friend like me.
muahahahahha

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