A Sip Of Hot Mint Chocolate

Nothing beats the loveliness of hot mint chocolate with some soft acoustic music playing in the background of my room in the middle of the night. The temperature is rather cold, but not as cold as winter, but being just right at 5 degrees celcius. 

In every sip of the hot mint chocolate drink- my mind could recall, those slightest bit of childhood memories of mine, saying how beautiful it was to be a child, and to live like one. There's a saying, "How I wish I could be an adult, but see with a pair of eyes like a child,".

When I was a small little kid I used to play with my imagination and randomly make noises everytime I play with it. Like imagining a straw becoming a jet plane and making jet plane-like sounds just to make it more fun and exciting.

Do you guys think kids today are spoilt, with technologies destroying what it means to be a child? Apart from imagination, I used to play with legos, make origami's, assemble and race miniature 4WD cars, collecting pokemon cards, cycle with friends and swim in the river? (Aku pernah mandik kat sungei Sarawak a.k.a Rajang okay...? hahaha). 

If I have a kid one day I'll probably teach him these things and how to really enjoy your time as a child, instead of hogging infront of an ipad, ipod, ps3, xbox or tv all the time. I still remember those days when a handphone was a luxury and in recent times it changed to necessity and now a liability. (Anybody could recall the "telephone cage" where the numbers on our house telephone are locked using a key by our parents to prevent us dialing those 600-xxx-xxxx numbers to talk to power rangers, ultraman, etc?)

Ahhh..fond memories, fond, fond memories..

I'm a world record holder!!

Sounds hard to believe, but yeah, I am a world record holder!

For what, you ask? For being a dickhead for 72hours straight or staying up for the last 5 days?

Nah, it wasn't that hard to beat a world record. The only thing that I need was a frying pan, a pancake and lotssssss of people!

The Big Flip- the attempt for the most people flipping a pancake.

The event commences on the 15th of February, which was last Wednesday on 1.30pm and being as pumped up as we always be, me and my friends registered ourselves as early as 12pm in which the official registration starts at half an hour later. There were special guests as well during the event, the vice chancellor of the University of Sheffield, Professor Keith Burnett and Dan Walker, BBC Football Focus presenter.

After being officially registered for taking part of The Big Flip, we got ourselves free foods such as baked potatoes, pancakes, salads, soups and a cup of coffee. As the time approaches the official time for registration, people were gathering up at the edge and the press, reporters and photographers were busy taking photographs and interviewing people.

We got ourselves a free pan and pancake as well prior for taking part of the event and we tried flipping the pancake a few times-

"Susah la bro..asal asyik melekat je pancake kat pan ni..noob lahhh"

So that was when we took some flour and poured on our pancake and;

We flip the pancake LIKE A BOSS.

We were given some instructions by the officials for some rules and regulations and as time starts to tick at 1.30pm, we start flipping the pancake for 30s and wholla- we just beat the world record!!

890 people became new world holder that day, smashing the previous record by a double, which was 405. After flipping the pancakes and all, we walked back to the edge and got ourselves the certificate and some freebies. We took some pictures afterwards and there were some competitions such as pancake eating, how many flips in a minute, pancake masterchef and pancake quiz. Here's a few other pictures and a video of the event.

(LOL photobomber..hahah)

Finally, i've achieved one of my dreams in life, breaking a world record. =P.

Have you beat a world record before? I bet no. Trololololol.

This is pancake. This is world record.

Life Challenges

Pardon for my ignorance on my blog, but I've been busy for quite a while since the start of my university life.

It's been challenging. Fucking challenging.

You know, ever since I've step foot on this country and university, I've been thinking and worried about the fact that i'll be short of money.

I think, from every international students point of view, they can't deny the fact that money, is always an issue- and you can't fuck with it or else, you're dead.

I'm one of the few students who are currently staying at the university halls and it's 40 minutes away from my department. Walking never felt this damning before and ofcourse, there's a few of us staying at private accommodation, which is a hell lot cheaper.

Imagine, the difference in staying halls and private accommodation is 200 pounds a month. That's a lot you know. 200 pounds a month can buy you a lot of stuffs and thinking about this has really starting to make me crazy. The most I could save is like 100 pounds and so, there goes my eurotrip plan. Down and dusted.

But yeah, halls are good if you wanna meet new people, friends and gain a valuable experience with the local lads here in the UK which you can't get it elsewhere. I mean, since you're here in the UK, go get some experience and tell your story at your hometown, eh?

I do find it hard sometimes to get along with my flatmates since their lifestyles are totally different from mine. (Some of them). They drink, party and club. But that doesn't mean that I can't approach them as a normal human would do. Sure, I may not have that perfect english speaking tone and that european face look; but once you get the hang of it, you'll find them fun, nice and funny at times.

Sometimes I think, did I make the right choice on staying at the university halls? I could go find myself a private accommodation and a replacement for my room (which is very hard at the current moment) but I'll just let time decides, wether the choice was totally worth it-

Or not.

Challenge Accepted.


P:S// Trying out the new blogger template..seems cool! But no gadgets though. =(

Universe

I always love astronomy.

They're so fun to study and read, yet so mysterious.

I'm just one of the many people who appreciates astronomy and if you guys do appreciate astronomy as I do, why don't you pamper yourself with these video's and tell me what you think about it.

They're really mind boggling- or should I say, fuck your brains out.

Crazy. So, so crazy.





Am i the only one who thinks that we're not alone?


P:S// Taking a few hours off from studying, brain needs some thinking space of its own.

Final Exams Are Just Around The Corner!

Hello!

As much as I love blogging, during this time of the week I had to step down a lil' bit- because my finals will start tomorrow!

The 1st paper would be Material Engineering Design, in case you're wondering what exactly Material Engineering Design is, well, literally speaking, tomorrow i'll be designing and calculating pressure vessels and anything that involves material strength, stress..etc..etc.

Again, i'm so sorry for the "WHY YOU NO UPDATE BLOG AHHHH?" thingy.

Its unavoidable. And hopefully you guys understand.

Wish me all the best, and pray for me to do well in my finals!



BIG THANKS!!!!!!

-RandomApples-


P:S// Regular blog updates after my finals! And thats a promise!!! :D

The Other Side Of Kuching

This is Kuching. My hometown. From the other side of the city lies a village in which I was born. I was raised as a Kampung Boy and became a travelling student years after. I'm thankful that I was given the opportunity to see the outside world, outside from Kuching and embraced challenges that made me stronger.

For now, i'm going to fully utilize this opportunity given to me because I know that not many was given this chance, and I wouldn't want to screw this up since failing to secure good results would surely mean a bleak future for me, and my family.

Though this year was one of the worst birthdays that I've ever had, but one thing for sure I knew was i'm going to be stronger, day by day and this would be the time where i'll struggle and give that final push to the last hurdle.

Looking-Into-The Future.

A Letter To My Beloved Aunt

Dear Aunt,

I know that you won't be reading this blog post, but still I'll dedicate it to you, to whom who I feel special and I love.

I couldn't recite any formal words to write, but hopefully you wouldn't mind.

It's been a roller coaster ride for you and myself in these past few years. I've always been a naughty stubborn kid. Sometimes you've asked me for help and I would always be late and wouldn't give a 100% about it.

But if I only knew that you were going to leave us so soon, the only person that I could blame is for myself for being such as an asshole. A prick.

During the days when I was still a kid, I remembered how you used to bring me to sleep together with you and buy me ice cream after that. I'd run away once you were asleep and came back when you're awake and brag about the ice cream you wanted to buy for me.

You were a very hardworking person- even when you're sick you still do your work and get in done in time. I admire that. You never gave up and how I've always wished that I had that attitude of yours when I feel like giving up.

But I guess the most cruel thing that I've done to you was during Raya last year, when you scold me about not turning up to you and ask for forgiveness during the first hours of Raya. It wouldn't be cruel if you're still here with us for Raya this year, but it just wasn't meant to be.

During Raya too, you were the one who always gave the most amount of money to me and I'm sorry that i've always spent it for the wrong reasons- pokemon cards, camera accessories and games.

You always wanted to raise a child and you didn't waste anytime by adopting Ain. We were against it at first but one thing we realized about you when you were raising Ain was, you were happy.

You bought a lot of stuff for Ain. You bought toys- cars, mini guitars, mini laptops, legos and you've always bought what Ain wanted; ice creams, chocolates and sweets. Although Ain's teeth became quite worse after you've fed her with all those cravings of her, but you didn't care. As long as Ain's happy, you're happy.

I'm not sure myself what Ain's feeling is right now, but I'm sure she'll ask,

"Pahal mata mama sik boleh bukak..?"

or maybe,

"Ne mama ne? Pahal mama sikda..Ain mok jumpa mama.."

I couldn't think about that too much, or else i'm going to weep myself on my bed later on. Ain was special to you. I knew she was. She was your everything. She was your heart, and soul.

During her birthday I could see the smile of your face was all big and smiley and that was 3 months ago. That was the last time when I see you genuinely smile infront of everyone and being happy.

I regret that that during the mid semester break I didn't spent any time with you at all. The only last spoken words you've told me on my last day of holiday break when I've met you was-

"Study Hard. Don't let your parents down"

Those words really struck me in my heart now. If only I could turn back time and spent more time with you in the hospital, give you a hug and a kiss and let you know that I love you, dear aunt.

But, it's too late now. I won't be listening any more words from you. And  I said-

"Stay in faith. Pray as much as you could"

Which was on the last day I've met you.

And you've left us with all those memories..

May your soul rest in peace and be among the souls of the faithful ones.

Amin.



Sincerely,

Your Little Niece,

Mohammad Bazil.

Stupid Handphone Seller At Malacca

Just imagine that you were window shopping one day at a really big shopping mall.

You want to buy a handphone, but as smart consumers, we should always check and compare the prices first before we buy, right?

How'd you feel if you were asking how much the phone costs, just for the sake of checking the price and comparing and suddenly you were scolded for wasting their time because you didn't buy the phone?

Here's a conversation my friend had with this so called handphone seller at Dataran Pahlawan, Malacca, earlier today.

Seller: Mau apa? (What do you want?)

Naqui: (Scanning for handphones for display..) Oh. Ini handphone 1st ka 2nd hand? (Oh, this handphone, is it 1st or 2nd hand?)

Seller: 1st.

Naqui: Harga brapa? Mahal tak? (The price? Is it expensive?)

Seller: RM90.

Naqui: Oh okay. Mau tengok dulu2. (Oh okay. I wanna look for others 1st)

Seller: (Suddenly bursts) Wei you kalau tanak beli jangan tanye la, cibai. (Wei if you don't wanna buy then don't ask la and continues to talk trash).

Well, if you don't want to entertain customers then don't open your business la motherfucker! This is quite similar to the gangsters who sells handphones at Pertama Complex. So fucking rude!

P:S// I'm sure most of you guys would want to know what is the name of the shop and to prevent others from getting the same treatment, here it is.

"I volution Communication"


A TRUE STORY!

First Time Driving The Highway To Majlis Lan Berambeh

Last Tuesday I drove a car, Proton Saga to KL using the highway. It was my first experience driving on the highway and I could assure you guys that it is freaking boring!

The purpose of going to KL was me and my friends were going to Majlis Lan Berambeh, where university students from Sarawak, scattered all over the universities in Peninsular Malaysia to meet their old friends and have a good time eating buffet meals.

There were 3 cars altogether for the trip and each one us were representatives for UniKL Micet. Majlis Lan Berambeh was held at UPM and it was my first time visiting there. Its a nice university and if compared to Micet, I can say that Micet is just like a small town where UPM is as big as a city.

During the event, I met a lot of my friends. Its nice meeting them and talk. Opportunities like these are hard to come by. After some long speeches by the Sarawak Chief Minister and some uber boring performances, there comes the buffet that everyone craves.

Oh yeah, did I mention that there tons of people inside the hall? I can say that there were 10k+++ Sarawakian people waiting to be fed!!!

As a result;

= Makanan Habis!

I was seriously disappointed because the catering service provided for the event SUCKS bigtime! Imagine we had to wait like for 30mins plus for the food to be refilled and it was like there were 10k of hungry Sarawakian Babarian who's pushing and screaming for food.

Engkah jak makanan atas meja terus lesap! 

I wasn't the only victim, there were tons of us! Hungry, emotional and stressed, a lot of people walked away from the event because they decided to eat outside instead.

I met someone in the toilet at the hall and that guy told me that this event was the worst event ever.

Not just the food, there were not enough table for everyone to place their food on and trash was everywhere! Heaps of it!

Forgotten to mention that the air was hot. The VIP's get all the shits- airconds and available food where we, the attendees didn't get anything at all.

 I felt cheated.

Raya!! A Week Summary!

First of all, I would like to say sorry for my readers! It has been a busy week since I arrived Kuching. Thanks for visiting and spending time in Random Apples and to my friends who visited me during Raya! (God Bless). To make it up for you readers, here's a post, a summary of a week of my Raya!

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I had fun during this raya festival. Did a lot of stuff such as visiting my friends, families, and cousins, indulging  those delicious rendangs, lemangs, ketupats and ayam kurma, and play firecrackers during the night- airbomb, as we Sarawakians call it.

Every year I look forward to Raya. Only during this time of the year you could obtain "packets" containing a generous amount of money from our close relatives. Everytime you see your auntie or uncle calls you, you'll have this eager feeling that you'd be receiving "angpau's", don't you think? 

On the first day of Raya, me and my family had an open house session. For those of you who don't know what's an open house is, its a day when a particular "tuan rumah" invites his/her guests to his/her house for a feast- something like that. There's a lot of people coming, mostly the malays and chinese. It was a tiring on that day though, since there were a lot of people to serve.

I also went to some of my relatives houses that day, had a generous amount of angpau's too, hehe. In the night it was Fariz's house with Aizat and my cousin where we ended in McDonalds short after. The first day really blew me off. It felt a bit weird after a month of fasting when in the first morning of Syawal you get up from your bed and eat rendang.

The 2nd day was nothing short as hectic. Spending the whole lot with my friends, we went to some of our teachers house. It was nice to sit and talk with the teachers again. It felt warm. There were a lot of gossips to talk about, particularly school. Didn't knew that the toilet in my former school now has a CCTV. WTH!

The third day was quite similar to the first and 2nd day too. Visited a lot of my friends house but sadly didn't have the luxury to go to my other relatives, since my dad was busy with his work for the Malaysia Day event. The first 3 days I stuffed my belly with all kinds of food, especially satay for instance. I do think that I eat satay only during raya. The last time I remembered eating satay was last year, in RAYA! The third day was also the date where Liverpool played Birmingham at St. Andrews. It was frustrating yet again to see Liverpool drew 0-0 with Birmingham. It feels agonizingly painful to watch your team doesn't live up with expectations. Oh well.

The fourth Raya was fun. I spent the day watching movies with Farisha and her family- watching Resident Evil Afterlife which in my humble opinion, SUCKS. I don't quite get the idea of the final Resident Evil movie. It's pretty lame. I wouldn't recommend to watch that movie. Wished that I'd watched Step Up 2 instead. Besides, I also bought myself a new t-shirt! It spells Photograph? infront of the shirt, which looks absolutely cool. (Me thinks.)

I look gay. Don't bother. Anyways, the fifth raya was a bit weird and all, since I went to Hopoh to buy myself a fake psp memory and battery. I tried to create a pandora battery using the battery that I bought but sadly the chip wasn't the same as the original. Screw that battery! Wasted RM50 for nothing! Now the battery is useless since I peeled off some kinda chip thingy which I don't dare to risk putting it in my psp. Besides, now I've learnt how to hack a PSP! Its not that hard though and is fun! Go google how to hack a PSP- its nice when you could hack a device and customize it. Now I know how great it is to be a hacker!

The sixth day of Raya, Malaysia day was ordinary. Again, visited relatives and friends houses, ate a lot and made my wallet fat. Met Cikgu Bidari at the Spring today. He's inspirational. He's going to Sarjana soon though. So my friends, you guys can meet him there next year! =P. Was also shocked by the fact that during my journey to the Spring, there were loads of people who were going there too! Imagine 3 car lines are trying to get into the one lane basement parking! And one thing that I hate about Malaysians is that they do steal our parkings and are not considerate during driving!

Plus, I also went to the Malaysia Day celebration held at Stadium Perpaduan. It's Faizal Tahir and its live, baby! It was a dream come true for me because I always wanted to see him sing live and he didn't disappoint. Love his voice. (Repeat, I'm not gay for saying that).

To top things off, the seventh day of Raya was the day that I'm writing this long lengthy post. I hope that you readers enjoyed it. Oh, I've got a little surprise for you guys.

Just incase you didn't know, traditional Sarawakian hats are like these;

Cute hoh? Got feathers some more! :D

P:S//Going back to University this Sunday..T__T

Counting The Days To The Last Day Of Ramadhan

Last Monday was my last day breaking my fast with my friends at Micet. We bought a lot of food that day, nasi kerabu, sambal ayam, you name it.

Last Tuesday was my last day hanging out in Micet and I skipped Maths class just to get myself in time at the airport. I didn't miss Micet at all. Probably I was eager to get home. It was my first time breaking fast in the airport, too. Only ate curry puffs and iced milo which costed me RM11. Why does airport prices are so damn expensive? Does airport got some kinda royalty or something? Sigh.

Yesterday was the day I broke my fast with Farisha and her family. There were arabs there too. I felt a little bit awkward though. If only I could speak some arab. I wish. Played a game of futsal with my friends on the same day. Tiring. At Micet, I rarely play futsal anymore since Micet only have one futsal court which you have to play against approximately 10 teams. Boo.

Anyways, today is the last day of Ramadhan. Spent the day by playing Plants vs Zombies, survival and managed to survive at only 30 flags and some house cleaning. Traffic jams were everywhere when I was driving. Everybody is in the mood for raya! :D.

Tomorrow would be the 1st of Syawal. Every muslim in the world would be celebrating Hari Raya Aidilfitri. As a Malaysian, there would be open houses everywhere. Foods ranging from lemang, satay, ketupat and even rendang spices up the festive even more. Listening to the mosques berzikir tonight brings back the good ol' days of Syawal where me and my friends, cousins play firecrackers outside the house.

So, I'm going to take this opportunity to wish all of my families, friends and readers of Random Apples;

Selamat Menyambut Hari Raya Aidilfitri! 
Maaf Zahir dan Batin!

Jemput datang ke rumah! :D. 

P:S// Open house is at the 1st day of Raya. :)

Nak Balik..=(

Next week is Raya. Everyone knows that and sadly I'm stuck here in Micet, sitting and laying down on my bed doing nothing in particular.

Dota perhaps? Guitar Hero? Photography? Nah..boring. I'm not really in the mood for all that, but i'm 100% in the mood to be back at my hometown!

I Feel Like A DOUCHE BAG

Imagine, you buy a car, for RM100,000 in shop A.

Then, on one fine day, you saw this particular shop, B.

The shop sells the same car like the one you bought at shop A, but this time, when you saw the price tag, it was RM70,000.

You guys would be screaming and yelling in disbelief that you were cheated for RM30,000. Really fucked up. Seriously!

Well, that was how I felt, when I arrived in KL, went shopping in Low Yat and saw the same cooler that I bought in Sarawak, Cooler Master Notepal U1, for RM40. (The one that I bought was RM70).

"I really felt like the guy who's walking inside the door!"

I am officially a douche bag.

WHY THE HELL DOES THE PRICE OF HARDWARES IN SARAWAK ARE SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE!!!!!

Gratitude

Today, I went to Klinik Astana to take my medical check-up results. I was glad that almost all jobs are done for my scholarship, hopefully tomorrow everything will be settled. 

Something happened when I was at the clinic while waiting for the results. As I was sitting infront of the clinic counter, suddenly I saw an old man, in his mid 50's, approached me and asked,

(I'll put this conservation in a dialogue manner to make it easier for you readers to read).

Pak Cik: Salam nak..kitak nunggu sapa..? (Hi there son..you're waiting for who?)

Me: Salam pak cik..kamek agik molah medical check up..nunggu results. (Hello uncle..I'm doing some medical check ups..waiting for the results)

Pak Cik: Oh..polah medical check up..kitak nyambong blaja kah? (Oh..medical check up..you're going to continue your studies?)

Me: Aok..nyambong blaja di Melaka..UniKL..ambik degree..setahun. (Yup..continuing my studies at Malacca..UniKL.. pursuing for degree..in a year)

Pak Cik: Setaun? Pahal degree pande setaun indah? (A year for a degree?) 

Me: Oh, sorry..kamek pun course nya transfer degree..nya one year kat Melaka..3 years kat UK.. (Oh, sorry..my course is a transfer degree course..one year at Malacca, 3 years at UK)

Pak Cik: Alhamdulillah..kitak pergi overseas? Bangga Pak Cik denga..course apa di ambik kitak? (Alhamdulillah..you're going to overseas? I'm proud to hear that..what course are you taking?)

Me: Makseh..kamek ambik Chemical Engineering..in process. (Thanks..I'm taking Chemical Engineering, in process)

Pak Cik: Oh..jarang denga miak bumiputra kinektok maok ngambik chemical..salunya ambik civil..macam anak pak cik ngambik civil, dah dpt ijazah..tapi susah mok carik kerja. (Oh..its quite unusual for bumiputra's right now pursuing for chemical..they usually take civil..like my son, he's taking civil..got his degree certificate..but it's hard for him to find a job)

Me: Ohh..

Pak Cik: As a Bumiputra..pak cik bangga ktk dapat pergi overseas..and ngambik course chemical engineering. It's in high demand. (As a Bumiputra myself..I'm proud that you could go overseas and pursuing chemical engineering. It's in high demand)

*At this point I was kinda flattered and was blushing*

Nak..bila kitak pergi? (When are you going, son?)

Me: Kamek pergi Jumat tok..esok..tengahari camyalah. (Im going this Friday..tomorrow, probably in the afternoons).

Pak Cik: Ohh..blaja mena2 tauk..blaja mena2 not because of your parents..but..for yourself. (Ohh..study hard okay? Study hard not because of your parents..but..for yourself.)

*I was seriously touched when I heard this*.

Jangan jadi macam pak cik..mun pak cik tauk hidup pak cik macam tok..pak cik nang blaja mena2 masa pak cik masih mudak..kelak mun tak dah jadi sorang bapak klak..kitak akan paham..betapa susahnya dan peritnya dunia tok.  (Don't become like uncle..if uncle knew that my life is like this..uncle would study really2 hard when I was still a teenager..someday if your to become a father..you will know..how hard and unfair the world is)

*I kept myself silent..I didn't even realize that the doctor called me twice for my results already.

Dah..kitak pergi ambik medical check up kitak..you should study hard..and again, pak cik tumpang sekaki, gembira nanga kitak dapat belaja jaoh and last but not least..jaga dirik bait2..(Okay..go take your medical check up..you should study hard..and again, I'm happy to see you to study far and last but not least..take care of yourself..)

That conversation ended when I took my medical check up results..and shook the old man's hand. As I walk out from the clinic, I feel someone new, someone who is willing to sacrifice and learn and to be successful in life.

Although it was such a short conversation, I knew the old man was talking with his heart because when I saw his eyes..it was kinda teary..

The conversation truly struck me..deep.

P:S// The Old Man was working as the doctor's personal driver and assistant.

School 6 years back. (A Post Dedicated to my schoolmates)

It's year 2010 now. 6 years back would bring us to 2004.

Graduated from SRB.St.Joseph, (Primary 6 was hell. Digimon's were everywhere. Whenever there's a spotcheck, *grab's his digimon and put it inside his underwear*. Yeah. That sort of stuff.)

In the end you'll see a square bulge infront of your pants.

Prefect: Itu apa dekat seluar?? (Pointing at my pants)
Me: Sikdapapa. Paham2lah..orang laki bah.
Prefect: Ohhh, kalau macam itu, kenapa dia besar?
Me: Stud bah, camne nak molah. (Actually there's a digimon in my underwear).
Prefect: You ada bawa playboy ka?
Me: Neda, pernah dengar imagine sik?

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In the year 2003, Tamiya dash cars were so popular that time. I begged my parents to buy one piece of car and dynamo which lasted only for a week. (Car went out of track, crashed on the walls, body snapped, engine blown)

And, what about beyblades, then? They were popular too.
I saw kids played that toy a a lot in my village. They even organized a tournament for god's sake!

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So I went on thinking, as I step to the door of SMK. St. Joseph, class 1B,

I will become a man. I will not play digimons, kreta dash, beyblades or whatsoever.
It's time to get matured. Be a man.

And I did.

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On one fine Monday of January 2004, Izham comes to class, bringing his bag, (yang ada roda2 ya) and put it on his chair.
Zul grabbed his bag, put it on the table, yanked out the bag holder and gave it a one good scissors kick.

The bag snapped.

The whole class was shocked. Izham stood there standing, and laughed himself.

"Sikpa, sikpa, klak beli baru."

I've learnt scissors kick.

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PJ during form one was ridiculous. I do not understand why do we have to rewrite and draw everything in a textbook and write it on a piece of paper and hand it to the teacher.

What's the function of the book, then?

And, if your caught not having any shorts or clothes during PJ, its time for you to pick some rubbish around the school compound, which I never did.

I've learnt how to escape from punishments.

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Pendidikan Seni was never my favourite. I don't know how to draw. I don't know how to colour.
I only know how to scribble.

Science was the feared class of all. Who could forget Mr.Tan? Salah sikit, boom, your head would be knocked with a great slap or punch and to add with that humiliation,

"BODO". He yelled infront of everybody at you.

I still remembered the time when I tried to mess with the teacher,

"Kolok-kolok"

(Teacher looks around).

"Kolok-kolok-kolok"

(Teacher glares at me)

"Kolok-kolok-kolok-kolok"

and suddenly the teacher bursts out with anger,

"YOU MAKE THAT MONKEY SOUND AGAIN, I'LL SLAP YOUR HEAD"

I've learnt how to shut up during Science class.

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I suck at history. I suck at Geography too. KHB was worst.
Everytime when I saw the answer sheet the teacher gave me during exams on those 3 subjects, I remembered what I learnt from my friend, Ambrose Tay from primary six during Music exam,

"40 soalan. Letak semua A. Cikgu Dunit sik lalek"

So my friend coloured the answer A for the 40 questions. Should I do the same for the 3 subjects that I suck at?

Nah, putting all A's would make me look stupid.

So I coloured A,B,C & D, with letter "C" I coloured the most. C was very popular for answer in an objective question.

I've learnt how to tembak jawapan professionally.

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I was good in maths. That was the only subject that I could manage to score an A. Pendidikan Islam was quite easy, it was pretty basic and I've forgot to mention ENGLISH.

English was conducted by Miss. Fiona back in 2004. She's hot. She's tall. Looks like a model (if she didn't wore her spectacles) and was everybody's instant favourite. (Mine too).

English was the best time of the day. I could look at her and listen to her lesson patiently and attentively.

I still remembered a time when somebody brought a small mirror to the class...

And..

That somebody used that mirror in such a way that it makes us form 1 students looks like a sex addict. =.=".

So I've learnt that English was a very fun subject. =p

And I've also learnt that man do have "1 nafsu".

Fond Memories

Although its only a year, I had a lot of fond memories with my mates during my time at college and today, I would like to share one particular story, that happened to cross into my mind, not while ago.

I still remember one night, somebody brought a cake into the guys dorm. Somebody was yelling,

"OIIIIIII...CEPAT..CEPAT..MAKAN KEKKKKK"

Huh? Cakes? Where did they get that? Nobody sells cake here at our college. Nasi Lemak ada lah.

So I kinda peeked outside and asked,

"Where did you guys got the cake?"

"From someone's birthday" yelled somebody.

I scratched my head and wonder who's birthday is it today? I wonder who's kind enough to give us cake and to let us know that today is his birthday?

(Birthday is a taboo in our batch. Get prepared to be thrown with a bucket filled with a one month old iced milo)

I went outside and asked where's the cake.

"F317777777777"

Oh. Faris's room.

I ran quickly, and to my suprise, everybody was there. EVERYBODY. I asked again, who's birthday was today?

"Farah" a group of people yelled.

Oh. Its a she.

I jumped at Faris's bed and the cake was laid on the floor. Everybody was eager to get a piece of the cake. But before digging it in, Faris said,

"Sebelum makan..jom baca doa dulu.."

Everybody had their hands held high and gave serious faces,

"Alluhuma....."

Suddenly, the lights was off, and was turned on again 3 seconds after.

WTF, THE CAKE IS GONE!

How the hell did the cake finished after 3 seconds?

That, remained a mystery to us, but im sure everybody had a piece of the cake.

(When the lights was switched off, I grabbed hold some of the cake and ate it. I guess everyone did the same as well. Lol.)

The same thing happened during our teacher's birthday, Cikgu Hafizi.

"This is our chemistry teacher, Mr. Hafizi with his kids."

It was his birthday that day, so we surprised him and bought him a cake.

"Everyone was singing happy birthday"

Everybody joined in the fun, joys and laughter. I know everyone is eyeing for the cake. =p.

"Mr. Hafizi is going to taste the cake first"

But before all us get a piece of the cake we had to recite our prayers first.

"This was the initial look of the cake"

And 5 seconds later after reciting our prayers to eat the cake..

"MOBS!!!"

1 second later....




"(*&%#&^@_*&%*(#)#)(*???????!!!"

And..Finally,

:DDDDD