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Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Ya Allah, this tuna sandwich is really good! Seriously, I mean you guys should try it. I got it from a stall at the Kelana Jaya Putra LRT Station. Hahaha… The office seems a little quiet again. Izmi amik half day. After lunch kang baru la sampai agaknye la kot. Jo at the moment is attending an interview at Lim Kok Wing. Sure hope he gets admitted. I have a strong feeling that this noisy buddy of mine belongs there.
POSTER: Haha... Muka nak ketat je. So, guess what? I watched KUNG FU HUSTLE last Thursday and it rocked!!! Best giler. Good guys all fighting like Neo and Morpheus. Bad guys getting kicked around and thrown like balls here and there just like the Smiths in THE MATRIX: Reloaded. A comedy product very good for laughs and very worthy of cheers and praises. Tabik spling sama itu Stephen Chow! Writer, Actor and Director! Aritu dah dpt award for SHAOLIN SOCCER. More coming la ni.
Another day of me bickering about the marvels of life. How uplifting. Hehe… I got to gaze at Mak’s bright and happy face just two days ago, Sunday. Nasib baik die x perasan. Kalau x mesti kena cubit! Hehe… At that moment she just came back from Jaya Jusco with Kak Siti and her kids. Abg Tam came, and then terus ajak picnic kat Sungai Congkak. It was priceless. Her face was (always was) a perfect sight for sore eyes. She was enjoying her sweet weekend. The woman who has been behind every success I’ve ever strived for my whole life. Mak, I love you. =)
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Friday, December 24, 2004
Hehehe… remember the previous email I sent? Hahaha… here’s the reply. ******* Thank you for your e-mail. The Corporate Events and Graduations Office is now closed for the Christmas break. We will return on Monday the 10th of January 2005. Best wishes for the holiday season. Regards Bob Gastelaars ******* Well, looks like I’m gonna have to wait till next year to actually get my hands on the parchment.
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Thursday, December 23, 2004
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To: Mr Bob Gastelaars Corporate Events and Graduations Edith Cowan University Dear Sir, I would very much appreciate it if you could mail my Diploma in Interactive Multimedia parchment to the following recipient address: Mohd Ismail Bin Mohd Nasir 301 Blok B6 Seksyen 4 Bandar Baru Wangsa Maju 53300 Setapak Kuala Lumpur Malaysia. I thank you for your time and KINDNESS. Your GENEROSITY is very unwinding for me. Thank you so much for taking a small portion of your very PRECIOUS time to look into this postponed matter. I am inspired by your unwavering COMMITMENT. Seriously, you should receive an award for being such a wonderful person to attend to this with such PUNCTUALITY. I just love you. Oh, no. I feel like crying. This is just too disturbing. Send my regards to your juvenile delinquents at home, okay? Tata. ******* Hehe… I wish I had written those last two paragraphs. But I didn’t. Well, they now have my ECU Diploma ready. Finally. Now smile, Angelus. Hahahaha…
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Tuesday, December 21, 2004
It’s very quiet here today. Odd. Haha… not that odd because Jo, Firdaus, Shahrol and Faizal aren’t here. Usually they’d be the ones making the noise. Me and Izmi, we just tag along. I’m still working on this bloody cursed project. Argh!!! When will this end? I can’t live with this inanity any longer! Someone please! Call 999! I’m in need of a very serious brain surgery!!! No! No! It’s no longer the case of my brain cells malfunctioning, it’s something much worse! Something deeper! HELP! HELP! Ah, great. Just great. Now I’m screaming like a little girl. So bored!!! I’ve lost and regained my sense of time and place these past couple of weeks and now I’ve lost my inspiration. The worst part of it is I can’t call my girlfriend to tell her about it. Arghh… most likely her phone’s already dead. Rosak teruk. Oh, princess. How I miss you. I can’t breathe.
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Thursday, December 16, 2004
!@#$%^&*()_+? >< !!!!! For the love of God, what is this headache about? Argh!!! I feel like someone is squeezing my brain over and over again without mercy. It’s been like this since morning. We’re kinda in a relaxed mode right now. We usually are when the clock hits 5. Hehe… even though we get off at 5.30. Kak Ina is doing her direct-selling thingy. Home appliances. I’ve ordered a brand new iron for myself. Hmm… gonna go for Asar prayer in a few minutes. This headache, Ya Allah. Lord, make me strong. I am nothing without You.
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Wednesday, December 15, 2004
“Why does the sun come up? Or are the stars just pin holes in the curtains of night?” - Ramirez, Highlander. I usually ask myself these questions at times when certain events happen and I find them without any physical reason of occurrence. What is something without a purpose anyway? Today, I find myself writing without an agenda. Without a purpose. Hmm… Come on, Mel. Figure out something, will ya? Right about now, Izmi is singing his favourite track with the very calming melody of chimpanzees in a big cage. Jo is stuck in TransMy, probably looking for more Transformers from the “Beast Wars” collection. Firdaus went out and left without giving us any clue of where he was going. Shahrul? AresLite. Nuff said. Me? Figuratively, I’m raking at the gates of hell. Hahaha… so much fun! So I guess things are kinda normal at the office. I had a meeting with my college lecturers and some old friends at Maju Junction yesterday. We had dinner, talked and laughed. It was fun. Anyway, the purpose of the meeting was to discuss about the foundations for a new college alumni association. We’re gonna have a special Hi Tea ceremony on the 19th of February. Hehe… finally I have something fun to organize and be part of again. Brings back great memories. “And isn’t that what everyone wants to take to the future, anyway? Just the good bits of the past?” - John Constantine, Hellblazer: Damnation’s Flame.
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Tuesday, December 14, 2004
“Beyond my wildest imagination, a dream is truncated into succulent brevities of shallow ignorance. The dismal failure caused by my own inanity cannot be undone although I am without remorse when it comes to extracting certain publicly uncharted events from these tiny and little but sparkly brilliant cells in my head but, of course another reason would be that I have no intelligent intention of portraying any gallant dark-caped honorable and extremely praiseworthy individual that has walked this motherly earth we call home.” Hehe.. Ntah hape hape ntah yang aku bebel ni. I’m just here to get my mind off of work for a while. Got a big project to deliver today. Hope it’ll come out good. {Cough! Cough!} Heck, what am I saying? I could care less if the project comes out good. Or not. The MOE can throw it into their big trash bin for what its worth. I don’t care. I’d still be getting me paycheck at the end of this month. So, what issue should I pester you with today? Give me a call at +6041432525 and tell me what I should write about to stand a chance to win fantastic prizes! You wish, lads.
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Wednesday, December 08, 2004
What do women want? Now there’s a question no brilliant scholar in history has ever been able to answer. Try asking this question to the great Aristotle or his equally-inspiring teacher Plato and you’ll get nowhere. It is also no miracle that you can puzzle even Albert Einstein or Thomas Edison with it because no sophisticated scientific formula, not one in this world can help you figure it out. For every woman, in my opinion, it is like a puzzle box waiting to be solved by that one true and worthy opponent from the other side. Once opened, it will either ensure great happiness or agonizing pain for both parties. But that’s a story for another time. Ever watched a movie called “What Women Want”? It starred Mel Gibson as a male chauvinist working for a women’s magazine company who gets an electric shock (in the movie, this happened while he was trying out make-up items and other women stuff like say, panty-hose and etc) and in some unexplained way, receives the ultimate gift after the fateful accident: the ability to actually hear what women are thinking. Armed with his new “superpowers”, he gets all the fun as he wins every battle with his lady boss Helen Hunt (who gave him the peculiar assignment to try out those women items in the first place) professionally and later emotionally as he begins to fall in love with her. Kind of an interesting story to watch. A real treat. But if you wanna learn about women, this movie does little to really uncover those heavily guarded secrets. So what do women want? A hunk with a face like Tom Cruise? A muscleman with biceps like Lou Ferrigno? A billionaire like Donald Trump for a husband? Man, asking all these questions will only cover a very oblivious portion of the big question. It is a bona fide conundrum. Man, I get headaches just thinking about it. I guess the answer most probably is in their hands. The women themselves. I mean we’re all unique, right? Beautifully crafted as different individuals. Who's to say we know everything about women? News flash, if you think you've seen them all, you thought wrong, my friend. Get to know them lah. Learn about them. Treat them with respect. Lead them. Give them love and support. But hey, don’t forget to tease them once in a while, just to see how they’ll react. Hehe… Believe me, the experience will please you in ways only God can explain. And yet, bickering about this all day long will only lead us back to the very beginning. What do women want?
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