Wempitzz

I'm impressed, people. Somehow, we've reached a new low.

Translation (I'm not sure it's correct, I can only read Pig Rempit): Cun je. Tengok la kampung siapa, kan. Huhu. (It's nice. No wonder, it's your hometown.)

Atas permintaan Mai(munah)

Saya dah sampai Bangi! Yayy!!

Agak bosan jugak sebenarnya balik rumah ni. Duduk rumah pun bukannye buat ape pun, duduk main komputer membesarkan juboq je. Ingatkan nak baca Perlembagaan Malaysia, tapi satu-satunya masa saya baca buku di rumah ialah bila saya tengah berak pergi ke tandas, jadi kemungkinan untuk membaca buku-buku ilmiah semasa di rumah ialah sangat tipis, seperti tipisnya lemak di perut saya.

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Baru-baru ni, mak saya mula menjalankan projek menguruskan keluarga atau dengan nama glamornya, Projek Aku Taknak Masak Dinner Sebab Korang Semua Dah Buncit. Untuk pengetahuan awak semua, bapa dan adik-beradik perempuan saya berbadan besar tetapi yang lelaki pula kurus dan sangat susah menjadi gemuk walaupun selera makan kami sebesar beruang kutub. Walaupun projek ini akan membawa faedah kepada kakak dan adik saya, saya terpaksa berlapar kerana tak dapat makan malam walaupun saya tiada masalah berat badan. Saya berasakan ini tidak adil, tidak adil bagiku. Ini tidak adil untuk engkau bertanya jika aku sanggup berlapar, kau bukan milikkuu~

Ini tidak adil, Yang Berhormat! Saya ingin makan malam!

Reeve's iPod

Malam tadi software iPod saya tiba-tiba rosak jadi saya langsung tidak tidur satu malam untuk membaiki iPod saya.

Kenapa saya begitu bersungguh-sungguh dalam membaiki benda ini? Kerana tanpa fungsi-fungsi beliau, beliau hanyalah pemberat kertas yang sangat mahal.

 

Font pun macam tahun 80-an.

Juga, iPod ini terkandung beberapa rahsia saya yang akan menyukarkan hidup saya sedikit kalau diketahui orang ramai. /hint: rahsia-rahsia kerajaan dan video porno haiwan

Lagipun ni iPod Nano 3rd Gen, jenis yang sangat susah nak jumpa dekat Malaysia sampai kalau cari dekat Mac Store KL pun tak jumpe. Jadi kalau korang jumpe orang pakai iPod pendok lebar camni, tu memang ori. Saya tak pernah lagi jumpa iPod 3rd Gen yang lokak.

Saya sayang iPod saya. <3

Fynn Jamal

This is a female poet that I really like. I call her a poet because she doesn't consider herself a singer. Anyway, here's her picture.

 

Hihi muka iras-iras Weyna.

 A few days ago, she published a facebook note regarding her new project, Projek Kesian. She asked for a fund since the project is going to cost around RM5000 and she only asked for RM15 per person. Being an awesome fan, I deposited the money to her.

During the verification process, we started to email each other. See the picture up there? That's not hardcore enough. If you take a look at her facebook, there are more hardcore pictures of her. But in reality, she's actually a very sweet person. She's the kind of person that really loves her fans and doesn't really care about money as long as people can listen to her works. If you go to the link above, you'll know that she is going to deal with hundreds of email from her fan, but she still takes some time to really read their mails and reply accordingly instead of using some generated reply like most celebrities would. I adore that.

Besides, that time she kept her hair long, she was smoking hot. Just sayin'.

NOOOO

Ini gossip terbaru Yuna. Dah lama nak post tapi asyik terlupa je.

 

Source.

brb weeping at the corner of the room.

Hola!

This is the ᴹᴼᴰᴱᴿᴬᵀᴼᴿ speaking. Stay here, read everything and let everything you read here stays here. Thank you!

Kertas

Sometimes I hate being left alone. It makes me think about things that I don't usually think about. Deep and scary thoughts especially.

It makes me doubt things that I've done, decisions that I've made. It makes me doubt things that I had previously been sure of, it makes me want to do things that I'm not supposed to do.

Sometimes I'm scared of my own thoughts.

But aren't you too, sometimes?

Chickas

I've noticed that it's a lot nicer to chat with girls. Despite all the gender equality and stuff, you have to admit that girls are a lot different than guys. And I found that the differences are exactly what makes it a lot more comfortable to chat with them.

Let's take a friend of mine, Teya, as an example. We text a few times a week. More often than not, the conversation goes from innocent to "I'm totally flirting with you right now, man." If I do that with my male friends, they'd make a big issue out of it. But when I do it with Teya, we'd have a few good laughs out of it and talk about other stuff. And of course, I'd find other creative ways to incorporate the jokes in my texts. I'm just awesome.

Also, my close male friends have lots of politics going around. You can't do this you can't do that, or else you're not cool and you'll get shot down every chance they get. My close friends are nice and are always there when you need them, but you know, teenagers. Or as Ayep said, we're still kids. So being cool matters a lot.

But hey, I'm awesome.

Yunalis

Regarding this post.

I've failed myself as a human being. I am an abomination to the male community. I've ashamed everyone who has a penis. Two if you are very weird.

New new year resolution: Get Yuna's phone number.

I mean, the moment I get her phone number, she's gonna be mine. Everyone wants a piece of Arif nowadays. Heh.

PAD170

We had our first Political Science class a few days ago. During the first class, everyone was quiet because you know, it's the first day of the semester. It got worse when the lecturer came to class.

One of the lecturer's questions were have we ever borrowed books from the library? Most of the students said no but in a very quiet way. Trying to break the silence, I said "I haven't because I've memorized every book in the library." We had a small laugh, but after the minor laugh, the lecturer said "Fine, from today onwards, at the beginning of my lessons, you will review a book from the library. If you do that for every lesson, I shall give you extra marks but if you miss even one session, I will deduct your marks."

Nice one, Arif.

On the side note, I did my first review this morning. I reviewed my facourite book, The Green Mile.

Racism

Let's talk about something sensitive. Let's talk about racism.

We live in Malaysia, where there are lots of people of different race living together. This is what the government has been flaunting to the tourists; we are living together in harmony. But let's take the icing off the cake, do we actually live in harmony?

Let's switch to reality. We don't. It is a fact. Take an example, NameWee. His videos are controversial, but despite what others say, I think some of his videos are not really that bad. I've seen his videos even before people bashed him for his Negarakuku. Even in Negarakuku, although the title is controversial, it's not what you think. About the azan thing, he wasn't saying that it sounded like a chicken's coo, what he was saying was it was a call to wake up early in the morning which is a good thing. But we Malays have this built-in system that automatically interprets everything negatively. Even my mom does that all the time and frankly, it kinda drives me crazy.

But I'm not saying that none of his videos are asking for problem. I admit that some of his videos are like asking for problem. I can even say that he's an idiot.

What I'm trying to say that the more we try to bash racism out of the window, the more racist we actually are. To me, it's not about not calling them names, not about not saying racist stuff like "Cina babi!" or "Cina balik Cina la!", it's about how we actually treat them. It doesn't matter if you've never called them bad things, as long as you treat other races badly, you're still racist. Likewise, even if you call them names, but you actually treat them as equals, you are not racist.

Take comedians as an example. Don't take most Malaysian comedians, they're freaking stupid. Take American comedians for an instance, sometimes they make jokes about racial stereotypes like Asian people think getting 95 marks in a test is still bad and Indians are meant to be doctors. But in reality, they don't actually think those stereotypes are true. They we just poking fun at those stereotypes. Hell, even Dave Chappelle got famous for his poking fun at the black community. So does that mean he's a white supremacist?

We need to look at the big picture. We need to take our heads out of our asses. We need to widen our perspectives and take in the good stuff, not narrow our minds. And once we've done that, maybe we'll find the truth. I mean the true truth.

The not-so-big 50!

Recently, facebook is flooded with the "Inbox me with number from x-xxxx and I'll post a status about what I think about you." I jumped in the bandwagon and inboxed my friends. And I have to say, I'm flattered.

There's this girl who said "Despite what others thought about you, I always think of you as a gangster but with a good heart." Another said "You're really friendly and kinda crazy! You're an awesome friend!"

Overall, it is really refreshing to know that some people really bother to not judge you based on what you appear, but what you are inside. It kind of restored my faith in humanity.

But they forgot to say that I'm awesome. Common mistake, I know.

Hey!

Thanks for actually looking for this blog. :)