tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597956362428484542024-03-13T04:24:52.316-07:00..iTs "L"..leon7zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14715542471928641008noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259795636242848454.post-32044858414537792512012-12-25T07:07:00.002-08:002012-12-25T07:07:46.961-08:00Miracle: Broadband Transformation<br />
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I performed a miracle today(maybe for some people this is like so bullshit but for me it is a miracle.)</div>
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I just bought a u mobile sim
card for internet purpose and i used with a maxis modem! I know many people had
tried this before but for me it was something really cool to do! You don’t have
to spend hundreds to buy a new u mobile modem. Just use the one you have now. I
know its seemed like impossible right because the first time i tried it went
failed. With maxis software in that modem how possibly it could run the u
mobile line right?lol. i admitted i was frustrated that time. Then i started to
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This modem. This maxis modem if i deleted the existing maxis
broadband files in it and replace it with u mobile software in might as well
working! So i was surfing the internet, typing all the possible words in the
google like “<span style="color: red;">u mobile broadband software download</span>” and many many more with all the
hopes that i could download it for free and yet. I have find nothing. Second frustration
waved me. Maybe i thought when i come back to kmb later on i ll find a guy with real u mobile modem and
try to take the file in it. Atleast thats the only way i could think of that
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Then my life saver came(it was my big bro, abg Ismail). He handed
me his phone with a picture of a blog in it. He asked me to read so i did.<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: red;">OMG
its another EASIER WAY to solve my problems!</span></span> I don’t need u mobile files or
whatever crapp. I just need to unlock my maxis broadband with a code and thats
all! The blog sure is very handy. The links are all there to generate the codes
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<span style="color: red;">I CAN FINALLY USE IT. WITH THE MAXIS FILE</span>. We were laughing like
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And then i asked him about where did he find that blog and
he told me he just typed “<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">modem maxis sim card u mobile</span>” in google and there it
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JUST THAT???OMG i typed like so many computer terms to find
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I WAS TOTALLY AMAZED. Today i learnt that if you wanna
search anything in google. Be direct at first and if you still don’t find it
then start using the terms. Thanks a lot big bro.</div>
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leon7zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14715542471928641008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259795636242848454.post-35374799588780971062012-12-21T09:56:00.002-08:002012-12-21T09:56:54.850-08:00Rebirth: Dont Ask Me Why hello people.<br />
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Okayyy its gonna be one short post because its already
midnight and the bed is crying for me. But wait. How long had i abandoned this
blog??I think its already been months since i have post nothing!dah berhabuk
dah. I don’t even know if there is still, someone reading this but well. I don’t
write for people thats the important thing. i write for myself so that i can
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LOL.i feel so free right here. Well lets flash back for what happened in the
previous months of my life. Okay i was in the college, preparing for my finals,
it was sucks, and i went through the finals for 2 weeks which felt 2 years in
that place and what else?did i missed anything?i hope not. Well there are not
much to tell really except that <b><span style="color: red;">IB PROGRAMME IS SO FREAKING HARD DUDE</span></b>!!</div>
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sometimes i did regret getting in there because all the “<span style="color: red;">busyness</span>” ,”time
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<span style="color: red;">if you do not know any of this means,please, we welcome you here in IB
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*i can feel the power of crapping gradually increase as i
write this. Okay back to my story!suka betul kacau.ish ish. Where was i? Ouh okayyy
ib programme. Whenever i felt regret being in that place i reminded myself
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<b><span style="color: red;">“how do you define great life?”</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red;">“well. I think great life is..when you have a journey about
contributing to human society, be someone useful to the people, a journey full
of memories towards your goal which is not going to be very easy because as you
walk along that path, difficulties will find you. In other words, life is no
fun when there is no troubles. So lets find troubles to make history!Challenge
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Well thats the thing i used to said to myself. Now thanks to
God i have that “difficult life” i always wanted. So yeah, lets rock the ib
world!its just gonna be 2 years. I believe something fun will come out of this
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“<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">We have already sent all the letters for those candidates long time ago and I afraid today is the last day of the interview. We invited few outside professors to conduct the interview and their last schedule was this afternoon.</span>”<br />
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So the lady on the phone asked me what did I got for my SPM result and what kind of program did I applied for and I told her the truth. I was hoping to be in A-level program but I was not qualified enough to apply for it(<span style="color: red;">they wanted a solid 8A+ for the A level program</span>, damn I should have one more A+) so whats left for me to apply was for program berkembar(twinning program) and I did.<br />
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It was kinda big building, the headquarter. And by the time we set our foot in the Sponsorship Department there were hundreds of people in there, in that tiny room, and I couldn’t agree more <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">it was packed like a sardine can</span>, people were so crowded that I didn’t even have the chance to ask the people at the counter. Big decision time, my mum broke into staff room and informed them about me and looked what did we got.<br />
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“<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Why did you come so late I thought you rejected the offer, the last interview session was at 12.00.</span>”they said.<br />
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To make things easy they were not so happy to see us coming late but they were totally forgot the one who said “any time” was them, not me or my mother. <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">I was rushed to do my iq test and 2 essays and wait to be interviewed</span>. It supposed to be a group interview of four but there was not enough people as we only have 2, me and 1 more friend I barely knew. I was about to start my essay and that lady called me to get ready for interview.<br />
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I have never been more interested to music than now. Never pop up in mind that someday I will be holding a guitar or piano, playing the instruments alone in my room trying to feel the music itself. And till today, still, I don’t own any guitar or piano just yet but I am planning to. And all the credits should go to this one friend of mine, lets just called this friend, hmmm, “Sunny” and it’s a girl.<br />
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I knew being able to play any of musical instruments, for example guitar, violin or whatever it is will be considered as <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">SUPER COOL</span> but the thought just disappear sometimes. I watched one man played piano on the stage of my school performing in front of hundreds of students and I admitted I couldn’t agree more, <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">its super awesome I could tell ya that</span>. Even it was me, a standing boy by the side of hall, melted for the GUY when he played it can you believed that! I wondered how the girls were feeling at that particular time. The man with music somehow has its own aura, a special aura that lived when a soul combine with the heart of the music, he could attract many people to come around and listened to his music. <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">THAT IS TOTALLY COOL.</span><br />
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But soon after that, soon after the performance was over, I slowly forget about the aura thing and <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">all I do care about music is having a good songs in my mp3</span>, dance song, love song, maher zain, kpop and everything. But when I became friends with Sunny she was like, bringing back the aura things to me and it is now stuck right in my mind that I think I will never forget about it anymore. Or even if I will it would take years to totally forget about it. She kept on giving me the messages that music is just not about listening to songs which have unique melody <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">but the making of it</span>, to produce the music ourselves, from our tiny fingers and yea it is something.<br />
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She went to piano class so she did tell me a little bit about what she learnt and stuff like that and I was very interested to know about it. Step by step she brought me a little closer to music, from videos of man playing piano that she gave to me I finally see music in a new perspective that I never know before. It is cool. Seriously. And now when I have nothing to do I got this idea of, “<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Why don’t I try to play piano online? so far I don’t have a real piano yet so why not?</span>”. So yea I am currently playing piano online and I am practicing the yiruma kiss the rain song! So thanks to Sunny for exposing me for something new.<br />
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Listening to what happened to my friend’s brother made me uneasy, “<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Am I having the same thing? Am I having dengue fever?!</span>”. As you can see, my friend’s brother was admitted to the hospital for a few days due to dengue fever. So I was kinda worried about it when I was looking my whole <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">body full of red dots</span>! I tried to contact that friend of mine to make sure about it because she might have more knowledge than me.<br />
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But when I thought twice, naah, its just gonna trouble her more so I winded up searching in the google. Beginning with dengue fever images, I saw a lot of red dots at one’s body and that was totally a clear symptom that you got dengue fever but compared to mine, my red dots were still <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">couldn’t be considered as “a lot”</span>.<br />
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I looked carefully on my red dots, to make sure if it did looked the same as the dengue one and hell yea <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">it looked almost the same!</span><br />
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Firstly I would not remember the pain because I was too little, second the scars left might be totally heal by my age now, and third I would never ever have to worry again about having chicken pox during my teens life. But well, maybe theres one good thing it happened now because I am going to uitm this 2nd june so..what happen if this chicken pox got me when I am in there?ouh yea much more trouble some.<br />
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</div>leon7zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14715542471928641008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259795636242848454.post-66136609701646269632012-05-17T06:19:00.000-07:002012-05-17T06:19:48.621-07:00When JPJ Test Turned Disasterhey!<br />
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Its time to write and thanks to my friend for bringing this up so that I have the idea to write something in this blog. lets straight to the point, a few days ago I went to the jpj test for bike and yea..they said I must be there by 7.45 in the morning to enroll all that stuff.(<span style="color: red;"> I know its freaking early right?! Damn it</span>)<br />
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Guys, this was <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">my first mistake that you must never do in life if you’re a first timer for JPJ test</span>, why did I said that? When you are coming for your JPJ test for the first time, literally means that you are not doing a retest for JPJ, so in this case they actually prioritizing the one who are doing the retest first instead of you but if you are insisting on coming early then its up to you. But let me finish my story so I went there quite early, did as what they told me, which later then it become one of my biggest stupid mistake in life.<br />
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Its still early, and I just saw a few people like 8 or 10 person queuing up to enroll at the front counter so I get into the line, quite proud of myself for setting my foot here early.LOL! So in my mind I was thinking “<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">this going to be fast</span>” and smiled alone and when it came to my turn to enroll I handed them my IC and lessen L. In turn I received my number and forgod sake its <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">52</span>! I came here to be the top 10 person now I got 52! And that’s why u shouldn’t come early if your first timer and <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">YOU KNOW WHY, COZ THEY GOTTA THE FREAKING LIST NAME AND YOU COULNDT CHANGE IT</span>. If you get an early number then its your total luck but in most cases you don’t! if you get 60 then it will be 60 no matter you come there early or not!<br />
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I get on the bike and I all I could think was, I would gonna end this, once and for all, it was burning like hell now, my shirt was all wet, I just gotta end this quick. So I rode the bike through all the lap, making the hand signals and everything then boom! Done! Went to check my result and Boom! <span style="color: red;">I FAILED THE THIRD PART?</span> How did it happen, I think I followed all the rule, always be on the left side of the road but why? I looked the at the result paper and tried to see which things I failed to do so?<br />
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“the hell?!i was very becareful about this. Seriously this couldn’t be accepted.<br />
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“this is making me soooo maddd are you blind or something. I am the one who ride the bike and so far I noticed I hit nothing!”*seriously guys. I really mad at the jpj. How could he accuse me for something I didnt do.<br />
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For your information readers, when I looked at the list about ten people before and after me, they all failed at the same thing, the third part, when I asked them which one did they do wrong, its just almost the same case like mine.<br />
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</div>leon7zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14715542471928641008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259795636242848454.post-90042298032294573552012-05-15T07:59:00.000-07:002012-05-15T07:59:11.420-07:00Mara Interview (PILN) 2012 Experienceheyyo!<br />
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I think the pill I swallowed just now stuck in my throat. <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Damn!it makes me feel uncomfortable</span>. Till I write this the pill is still there. I already ate few pieces of bread to take it down but it seemed like they missed it. Its still there. Even the water cant help much. Damn I need to get some more bread, or something bigger, maybe one medium ball of rice will do. Wait here.<br />
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Now I feel like sharing my interview experience. Because if I hold this too long, i might not have the same mood to write about this again. So let it be now. Before the interview day, I did some research about how the Mara interview was like there were many version of it! Some said they need to build some bridge made of spaghetti, some said there will be one on one interview, some said they would give you a situation and you have to deal with it, so much story of this mystery of mara interview. Well luckily 13th may is not the first day when mara decided to begin their hunt. So with the help from my friends who went to the interview 2 days earlier than me, I finally got the picture of it, the picture on how it would be on the interview day.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">and the blood will dry</div><div style="text-align: center;">underneath my nails</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the wind will rice up</div><div style="text-align: center;">to fill my sails</div><div style="text-align: center;">so you can doubt</div><div style="text-align: center;">and you can hate</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i know, no matter what it takes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i’m coming home</div><div style="text-align: center;">i’m coming home</div><div style="text-align: center;">tell the world i’m coming home</div><div style="text-align: center;">let the rain wash away</div><div style="text-align: center;">all the pain of yesterday</div><div style="text-align: center;">i know my kingdom awaits</div><div style="text-align: center;">and they’re forgiving my mistakes</div><div style="text-align: center;">i’m coming home</div><div style="text-align: center;">i’m coming home</div><div style="text-align: center;">tell the world i’m coming ..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">still far away</div><div style="text-align: center;">from where i belong</div><div style="text-align: center;">but it’s always darkest</div><div style="text-align: center;">before the dawn</div><div style="text-align: center;">so you can doubt</div><div style="text-align: center;">and you can hate</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i know, no matter what it takes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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But today the theory didn’t worked on me. I couldn’t sleep in the evening, I was reading a book to get me sleepy but it just didn’t work. I even almost finished the book and yet I am still awake. Still in the real world and not the dream world.<br />
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And finally I knew the reason why. My heart and mind couldn’t stop thinking about MARA result. Instead I got my UPU result today. Lucky enough I got my first choice in the my list, asasi kjuruteraan at uitm. That’s made me relieve a little bit.<br />
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Well, I don’t know why but I didn’t apply. Maybe on that particular time there is no “<span style="color: red;">asasi kejuruteraan mekanikal</span>” choice for UM so I didn’t click it. And now I found out that most people who got the offer choose “<span style="color: red;">asasi sains fizikal</span>” if I am not mistaken for their option and still, they could take a degree in mechanical engineering! How couldn’t I noticed that before!<br />
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Well I hate to feel unsecure. The scholarship didn’t give a call and the only options left for me are MARA, UPU, and matriks.<br />
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MARA is coming out tomorrow and please!i am praying to God please let me pass to the interview.<br />
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My ‘rocketplane’ didn’t fly today. It has been so much trial after trial but still it ended up flying back to the ground. The first rocketplane I made a week before was a failure. A little bit wrong with the strings cause the sticks to break into half.<br />
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That’s why I made rocketplane2 with more precise calculation and with better strings. But in the end the result was just the same. Its not the wind fault or the string this. What the hell was wrong with my rocketplane 2?! Pheww..hard to say..it kept on rotating in the air when I fly him out. Balancing? I weighed it and yeah it was balanced.<br />
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One of the sickest day ever. Not physically but mentally. Its always make me feel safe by having the thought that somehow if I don’t secure any of the private scholarship, mara is always by my side to back me up. But today mara was like, running away from me. You guys knew that I was in kl for a few weeks and in that particular weeks mara also had opened its application so boom, Thousands of people from all over Malaysia began their run, including me.<br />
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What made me a little bit different from the others was that, I was not at home when I applied for mara. When I said I was not at home it literally mean that I didn’t bring any of important documents, because documents should be kept at home, you didt carry around your sijil kelahiran everywhere you go didn’t you? To be surprise. I did brought my important documents. Ya know I had to attend the tnb education camp so in case if they need any of these, I ll be prepared, so I did brought them.<br />
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That’s the problem. I didn’t bring <span style="color: red;">EVERYTHING</span>. Mara in its application form required my mum and dad’s sijil kelahiran so I didn’t have them. <span style="color: red;">I NEVER THOUGHT THEY GONNA NEED MY MUM AND DAD’S SIJIL KELAHIRAN</span>. I just brought mine. This is the first scholarship application that need something like this. What they want,that’s I wanna give. But I just came home yesterday and today I call mara to inform my situation. Oh forgot to tell that I just sent my application form by hand yesterday.<span style="color: red;">WITHOUT THAT 2 DOCUMENTS</span>.<br />
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So one guy from mara told me that my application may be rejected because it was not completed and that freak the hell out of me. How can I send them right away before the dateline which is tomorrow? Thats the first question I asked him. He told me to fax them but still, he said he couldn’t guarantee that the documents would be attached back to my application form because there were thousands of them and ofcourse they didn’t to waste their time just to look for mine in the huge mountain pile of application forms.<br />
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So yea I was freak out. If mara don’t offer me I got nobody else. Guys if you were reading this. Please pray for me that mara will accept my fax and attached them back where they should be. ALLAH please help me.<br />
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Okay lets start with the question, “eh kenapa kau lama sangat kau duduk KL nih?kau tade keje eh.” Okay guys I know that there will be no one reading this post because its like talking to my self so I didn’t give a damn about what I want to say here (when I say “guys”, it means me, I, myself, lokman, L, and all the other stuff of me.XDD.its crap right.i know)<br />
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So yeah lets start the story. I went to tnb education camp at uniten kajang which started on 6th of april and 8.00 pagi dh kene daftar(so freaking early man) so I need to get there a day earlier. Stop by joe’s house and stayed there for one night before her mum sent me to uniten the next day. Btw thanx a lot joe your mum and dad rock!seriously. I like them a lot. We didn’t do much activities together because it was late when I reached his house but still, we have movienight in joe’s room. (and he had a guitar which was superawesome!). So the next time I knew I was already at the educamp.<br />
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Enrolling times. There were like hundreds of them waiting in the hall, queing up for room keys and all that boring stuff. Everyone seemed like “extremely” want to make friends with everyone as 1 second later you’ll find a guy extending his hands for a shake. And the most common typical sentence they used, “(nama diaorg), kau? Ak asal dari _______.”, nice one. I played along with it. No harm right. Its just making friends. Who care if you were Chinese, or Indians or Siamese, or you frequently prefer to use English in your conversation, I ll go talk and made friend. No big deal. So yeah we were all in this big hall, playing kiddos game like dancing, and running. All that stuff, just to break the ice I think.<br />
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Why suddenly I felt so lazy to write about this thing. Maybe because theres too much to tell and I am too lazy to write. Damn it. Well. Lets see if I wanna talk more about it later on. For the time being let just conclude that it was a great fun camp and I have the coolest group ever.=)<br />
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I have a very weird dream today. Actually I dreamt a lot of things lately, from tsunami, flying in the air, being in a jungle and so many other weird but yet interesting dream! I like to dream! Its like taking me into another whole new world! Something you never see and experience but only in dreams. New faces, new places.<br />
But sometimes there are few same characters in the dreams for example my friends, my family and stuff. Of course I am the hero of my dream and I always show up in every episodes most of the time, only in certain case where I was missing, totally lost in the dream and it was like I was just watching a movie of my mind. And sometimes I just show up from nowhere as another person! Dreams are great. Its like a test on how far your mind could go when you sleep.<br />
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People often said that when we are dreaming, our soul actually steps out from our body and travel to somewhere else. And that somewhere else might be a different world. Maybe you can see ghost, aliens and whatever freak creature in the universe, who knows?. I don’t know if the fact is true or not but sometimes it makes sense. But who cares anyway! As long as I have a good dream just take me where you want!<br />
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Today I dreamt about sovereign. It was a long dream and of course there were many events taken place in the dream but as usual, once you woke up you will remember nothing. But today I woke up from my bed AND I DID REMEMBER ONE PART OF THE DREAM!(in some situations I could remember the whole things but it was rare)<br />
I remember that I was in a crowd of people, sovereignians I guess, and there was ainin!Sorry to put you into this dude but I certainly remember you. She was standing in front of me and handed me a cd, looked like the one the school gave to me.<br />
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Its been a long time that since I stopped blogging.<br />
Now I m back peoplehh!fuhhhh.(eventho it was like just one week maybe.lets just say it “very long”.XDD)<br />
My brother went back to his college today and<br />
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And you know what. I HATE WEARIING GLASSES!<br />
Especially when I was playing the computer. I got a very wide screen and yeah..sure the image was going to be much clearer ofcourse but HELL I SEE NOTHING without my glass. I cant even read the words without it. Hell I can if I put my eyes like 2 inches from the screen then its gonna be fine. But who the hell gonna do that for 3 hours non-stop.<br />
The problem is when I wear my glass for sometimes, my eyeballs hurt. So I need to take them off for like, 30 minutes maybe so my eyeballs can take a rest. And I hate it when my eyeballs hurt at the exact time when I start writing!<br />
Urgghhh. I wish I had eaten so many carrots so my eyes can get better.<br />
Lucky enough I don’t have to wear my glasses if in real life.<br />
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Its too much for me to eat ALL of it at one time. I am a normal human being and I do sucks sometimes. Maybe most of the times. I don’t know. But the thing is its completely normal to feel down just like what my friend told me. Well, we can be DOWN for a moment if that’s make us feel better by telling people about our problems and stuff but being DOWN too long is not good. You need to get your ass out of there man.<br />
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I got the SPM result and its not like what i have been dreaming so far. Its not really that bad but still, the mission is incomplete. I was grateful to God for giving me an excellent results but. Theres a ‘but’ there. I did admitted that I want more than just that. I am not being greedy but this one thing is very important to me. If I was about to be an engineer the least I could do secured my future is by getting my physic an “A+”. But it didn’t turned out to be that way. Instead I got “A+” for my chemistry.<br />
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This one mad question had been haunting my mind since I held the slip in my hand. Or should I just change my course. Naah. I love engineering. And most of all I love to create things. Sometimes I do wish that my chemistry somehow doing some private deal with physics about exchanging their result. It could be better but no way in Hell it would happen.<br />
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He said he was the "ketua kawad" for his team and need to give all the instructions and that explained why he had such a voice. Soon he said to me that he just heard the song that we used to sing together long time ago and triggered him to call me. I was touched. He said he missed the old times when we were at the school and even almost cried listening to the song. We did so many memorable things together and he did mentioned about the prank we did to zaini till that guy freaked out like hell and even spat on my face once. I mean, how could that guy remembered so much even though he have such tougher day in PLKN compared to me who sits and did nothing at home. The guy remembered everything.<br />
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I dont know how to say this but listening to his voice made me realize how colourful our life at school. Deep down i know he appreciated me as his friend and so do i. I have a lot of best buddies, like syuk, zaini, zaidi, and many more and we kept contact about each other till today. Or maybe i have more sweet memories with my other besties like zaini, we went so much together and syuk, we stole the food from ds and cooked in cooked in the middle of the night and zaidi, his belongings were dissapeared on his birthday and that were very awesome. i love you very much people but that guy. I havent talk to him so long and today..there he was..never change..not a bit..the point is..i felt being appreciated by a friend tonight and i want to do the same to him.<br />
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Lately there were many uneasy things going on in my life and it appeared like the people i used to call as friends started to hate me. I dont know what the hell have i done to them but thanks to this guy. He gave me a positive look about what a real friends was.<br />
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A real friend..is someone who never let us down, laughed at our so not funny jokes and willingly to listen and gave the best solutions for us and we shall do the same thing to them, to the people whos their heart were tagged with 2 simple words, "real friend". I might not be his best friend but i dont care. As long theres the word "friend". I ll stick around.<br />
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I am ready!<br />
Ready for what? Ready to <span style="color: #0b5394;">CRAP</span> ofcourse..about my job story which now had been a history.<br />
Been watching How I met Your mother lately. They sure funny guys and I loved the way they expressed their jokes.<br />
*affirmatoohtly*hahaha. Marshal did said that and it made me laughed like thousand times.<br />
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Okayh back to the main topic. I told you guys I was back home by this time because my mum wanted me to work somewhere much closer to the house so I could take care of her. Thanks to mum she find me a job..in <span style="color: #0b5394;">ONE STAR HOTEL</span> near the town.<br />
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The nightmare finally began. Whos the hell is the first thing you would see when you walked into a hotel? A <span style="color: #0b5394;">RECEPTIONIST</span> to e exact! you know someone who stand at the front counter and when people came by they often asked this kind of question.<br />
"<span style="color: #0b5394;">is there any room available for now?</span>"<br />
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Yes. Thats me.<br />
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To be frank, I hate that question and I hate being a receptionist. Mum thought that I would love an easy and more relaxing job like this one so I could spend the time readings, playing games or whatever it took to do my things.<br />
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And yeahhh. It is a relaxing job after all and it was <span style="color: #0b5394;">SO RELAX TILL YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO</span>! Besides looking at the time ofcourse i got nothing to do. Sorry I was wrong. There are somethings to do actually. Very tiny tiny things that would only took a few minutes to get it done like filling the water bottles, said thanks when people leave their keys as they want to go out, and lastly checked the room when people checked out. so what? these are like..30 minutes..??.. what about the rest of <span style="color: #0b5394;">7 HOURS AND 30 MINUTES</span>???<br />
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"seronoklah dapat kerja macam tuu. Relax je...tak payah nak keluar peluh semua macam org lain yg kerja dekat kfc ke..Mcd ke.."<br />
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You sure want this kind of job?hahaha..then go and have <span style="color: #0b5394;">IT</span>!<span style="color: #0b5394;"> NO ONE STOPPING YOU AND PLEASE REPLACED ME</span>. You are most welcome. Easier said than done. I tried so hard to figure what I could do to kill the time and yea..I read books..playing games with my phone..read newspaper..drawing some cartoons..and what else..<span style="color: #0b5394;">THATS JUST NOT ENOUGHHH</span>!<br />
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Being at the front counter surrounded with <span style="color: #0b5394;">1.5 metre tall</span> of table made of solid stone sure make me felt like I was in a prison. I may not phisically prisoned but my mind was!<br />
The only things what made me and the real prisoner different were that..I was provided with a lot of things..I got pens..paper..calculator..books..receipts..and for the prisoners..they have none.<br />
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And yea one more thing about "<span style="color: #0b5394;">the differences</span>". I dont see any different between "<span style="color: #0b5394;">pak cik gad</span>" and me!! We both wait and do nothing. I meant most of the time. What made me luckier than "<span style="color: #0b5394;">pak cik gad</span>" was. I could sit. and they cant.maybe some of them can. but who cares?this post is about me and not them.<br />
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Watching the clock ticked from one second to another sure a terible suffering that i had. everydays at the workplace i always dreamt that the time would passed quickly that i could go back home..safe and secured..and after one week of working.<br />
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There are so many jobs out there and i dont want to be the another clone of "<span style="color: #0b5394;">pakcik gad</span>". now I am at home. enjoying all the moments with fun.<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Wages</span> : None. I get the job done and she maked me 5 pieces of “roti telur”.(Beware!its extremely delicious and addictive. But please do try it at home)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>leon7zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14715542471928641008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259795636242848454.post-5266323702543589932012-01-27T06:41:00.000-08:002012-01-29T08:55:22.037-08:00Why Girls Like Korea So much.<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Okay first of all, i like to address a <span style="color: red;">code</span>, for these people, from singers, boys band, girls band, Korean actor or actress, dancers and all sort of Korean celebrities who are famously known by the world as “<span style="color: red;">KOREA</span>” so everytime i said KOREA, you guys should know, <span style="color: red;">Its them</span>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I have this one friend of mine, a girl, of course, and as far as i knew her, she spent most of her time, at night especially to watch Korean dramas. I mean not all the time and she did watch some other movies as well but yeah, she liked Korean movies. Correction, she liked english movies more.=)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So after a few sharing sessions with my besties, these were a few things i found out:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto;">50/50 KOREA fan</div>leon7zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14715542471928641008noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259795636242848454.post-30533312790992498342012-01-24T06:36:00.000-08:002012-01-24T06:36:19.606-08:00The story of my Chinese New Year: How sunburn spoiled my days.<div class="MsoNormal">It Chinese New Year Everyone! To all the Chinese, <span style="color: red;">Gong Xi Fa Cai</span>! According to their belief, they said this 2012 is the dragon year which bring prosperity. So guys out there, lets go out and make some moneyyyyyy!!woot woot!! But for us Malays, the best part of CNY is..<span style="color: red;">THE HOLIDAYS</span>! Even though my family didn’t go for any vacation but people did came to our house.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yeah. Exactly. The cousins, not the one that i used to story about, this time it was ANOTHER COUSINS of mine and this was their first time coming here. WELCOME TO THE BEACH LIFE PEOPLE! They came to our house last Sunday from KL just to have a good time of swimming in the FANTASTIC SEA OF OURS! Ouh, people loved my beach, i am so touched.LOL.=)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1zmp426E3s/Tx7AV3FjBeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AKGHbnt_dbI/s1600/Image126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1zmp426E3s/Tx7AV3FjBeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AKGHbnt_dbI/s320/Image126.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So yeah, these are my cousins that i am talking about!=), warm and friendly.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So yeah, this how the story began, here was this little girl cousin of mine, super duper hyperactive girl(<span style="color: red;">she loved to played with my hair and interrupted me while i am facebooking! Climbing on my head and more</span>), she asked her dad to bring her to the beach, and it was like 11.30 am in the morning that time. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We all did agree the fact that it was not the best time to swim in the sea as we probably could get our skin cooked within minutes but somehow they were going home soon so we didn’t have much time to waste. Besides, my father wanted to introduce them to this one perfect spot on the beach where people rarely go (<span style="color: red;">it was hidden and took a long walk from the beach to get there</span>) where it is completely devoid of life. Devoid of life?LOL. i am just kidding.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JFmS31DjcGk/Tx7AYXmsG3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/_NWSGLd-dIY/s1600/Image129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JFmS31DjcGk/Tx7AYXmsG3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/_NWSGLd-dIY/s320/Image129.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">see the end over there in the pic?Yeahh..farrr farr awayyyy..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YeDmcyLqy3w/Tx7AaeU6b4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-TUjdrOdHH4/s1600/Image132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YeDmcyLqy3w/Tx7AaeU6b4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/-TUjdrOdHH4/s320/Image132.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And there were many rocks, big rocks blocking the way.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was beautiful, untouched, and perfect spot if you are seeking for peaceful and calmness. So we took a long walk under the hot sun for about 20 minutes and there it was! Okayyy, at first i didn’t have any intension to join my cousins swimming actually and thats explained why i didn’t bring any spare clothes!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And yeah, now my DAD was asking me to join them.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“<span style="color: red;">If dad joined them swimming, what the hell should I do?</span>” i speaked to myself.on the rock</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">YEAHHHHH SUREEEEE! I was swimming with one and only pant i got, leaving my upper body bare to the shiny sun as i put my shirt on the rock. HELL YEAH it was fun and i didn’t even feel the hotness when i was in the sea. 2 hours and half sure enough to make you a chicken chop. Besides being a little bit black of course, my skin especially at the back, was extremely painful!!! Till the moments that i am writing this post, my back hurts.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thats how i ended up sunburn.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Written by,</div><div class="MsoNormal">sunburn boy?</div>leon7zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14715542471928641008noreply@blogger.com0