SPM Results: The Guilty Cop

Posted by leon7zack On Friday, March 23, 2012 0 comments

You will now whats this picture got to do with my story once you read this.




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.




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.

What should I tell them when they asked me during the interview.

“You want to be a mechanical engineer but the result you show me means nothing of it. Can you explained that?”




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.




From this day on. I need to live knowing the fact that I am not qualified to be a good engineer, for my self. Maybe some people would say that its okay and they will understand about this and besides, its not so bad to get A for physics, its still a good result. But for me, I had failed. I should be taking my physics more seriously. Its like you were a cop you know. You were going on a mission to rescue some hostages which one them is THE PRESIDENT. So there you were, full suit with high tech weapons in the arm just like in the game counter strike. You were struggling with your friends and finally spot the hostages. You saved all of them and brought them to safety but you checked them. You were missing somebody. How possibly on earth you forgot to save THE PRESIDENT. Even though I saved a lot of lifes, I was to be blame on why I left the president behind and the whole world gonna see as nothing and yet a failure. A complete failure.



Lets stop bragging about this and get into the real thing. I should be finding scholarship for now. That’s my new mission and I couldn’t failed this one. Not again. Not this time. I am coming for you Mr. president.







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Guilty cop.


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The Rider In Rain.

Posted by leon7zack On Wednesday, March 14, 2012 0 comments







If  I could describe this day in two words. I think its gonna “bad day”.
Okay now here the part where my story begin.
I went to work today and it was like 4.45 pm or something. I didn’t remember the exact time cause I was in such a hurry.
I picked my sweater, watch, ,mask, bottle of water, and finally my glasses.
Got the key to my bike and I was riding out of my compound. I looked at the sky hrough my big glasses and it seemed like the rain gonna fall again.


its blurring and i couldnt see a thing. just like this one.




I knew the rain was gonna fall again. Thast why I asked mum where did I put my raincoats just before I left.
The sky was so white. Mum said when the sky was too white there will be along rain.
Unending rain. Like the days before this it had been raining quite a lot and its freezing like hell in here.
Coldness made you feel sleepy and slow.
Just like what we learnt in the physic when an object became colder, it losed its energy and the atoms would collide less and the movements became slower.
Just like this day where everything slowed down, icluding the time.
But one thing for sure seemed to be faster.
The traffic.






In a situation where everything SHOULD be slower but the cars and bikes are getting faster like hell. So there I was. Riding my bike in a heavy rain that’s just blocked my view.
I couldn’t see the road clearly and if there were holes on the road I bet I ll be flying on the air by the time but I was lucky. Lucky enough not to get into the holes.
But I wasn’t lucky enough to avoid from hitting the broken glass on the road.
It was scattered. I couldn’t see it at first but I did noticed something like green color on the road. But I ignored it.


EXACTLY LIKE THIS BUT MORE.




Even if I could avoid it, it will be a much worst ending. Death.
There were so many cars behind me passing through
the same road and the same direction as I was.
Even if a slightest inch I tried to turn a little bit to the right just to avoid th broken glass on the road.
I afraid I might ended up into pieces. So I crashed it hard and I found later on my handling of the bike suddenly became unstable.
I knew something was wrong. I stopped at the nearby petrol station to check my bike.







The front tire was punctured. I started looking around for a workshop and thanks god there was one. Just opposite of the petrol station.
I dragged my bike and before I crossed the road.
I watched the time it was like 5.30 pm. I am late to work and my boss called me.
I explained to him what happened and he understood.
I look at the right and left to make sure it was safe enough for me to cross the roads but I wasn’t stand a chance.







This particular time where all sort of people were running on their way home, the cars were endless. I didn’t know how long but it was very long.
Finally the road was cleared and I crossed it safely.
It was a Chinese workshop and I told them whats the problem and they knew what to got to do.
They changed the tube and it costed like ten ringgits and finally I managed to get to work.





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The Rider In Rain

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The Run

Posted by leon7zack On Monday, March 12, 2012 0 comments





Okayyy. Lets start writing something. Whatever I have in minds. Hmmm. Let me think about it. About the SPM result! Yeah! Everyone was talking about it.
So whats about it?




Damnn! I don’t know!It just gonna come out this 21st they said. True or not, later or sooner it will come out, FOR REAL. Okay this is bored. I got nothing to say about this.




Ohyea..I remembered something! Okay let me tell you this new hobby of mine.
I watched forest gump movie last night and it reminded me that life is like a race.(waits..this is not forest gump. This is what Prof. Virus said! Damn it. Who cares anyway).






You just keep on running and never stop. Run as fast as you could to wherever your heart desire. I called that the freedom of mind. Okay here one fun fact about running or jogging at my place. There is this sort of culture where the village people, (I am currently living somewhere in the suburb you know, very “village” style which is so different if compared to the city life. They even still got a complete wooden house here with all the goats, and the cows were everywhere on the road. To be very simple you just have to imagine that this place is like somewhere in 1990’s or something. But ofcourse they also got rich people living here with the big houses.)





Okay back to the story. I didn’t know why but every morning when I jogged to the beach from my house, the people who were going to work with bikes, or cars always stared at me like I was somehow a serial killer. I didn’t murder anybody if you asked me. I was just going for a jog and whats so weird about that? Shorts pants, simple t-shirts, with my blue crocs, I started to run to the beach every morning. Oh don’t be surprised because I didn’t wear sports shoes. Its mainly because I was running along the beach, or in other words running on the soft sand, you know beach sand so if you were wearing some shoes, you might have to deal with the problem of getting your shoes filled with A LOT of sand. That’s why I wore crocs because its so much easier and lighter. By the time I reached the beach I ll take the crocs off and let my feet bare.


these were my crocs.


i sat on the ground.




Its about 200 metre only before I got into the beach area so once I arrived, Boom! There was no more suspicious eyes will follow me. I was all alone at the beach early in the morning. So I ran ran ran ran again till I got tired and finally I sat on the sand and waited the sun to rise. Its beautiful. And sometimes when I saw to much of the sun I lied down to ground looking at the beautiful sky. I always lied down every time I took the stop. I didn’t care if the sand climbed up to my shirt, or my hair. The peace that I had paid everything. I could see the white clouds floating happily in the sky, they were like waving to me. Sometimes, they made the shape of  people, animals, train, car, whatever they wanted to be.



just like this one.





There where I made friends with the clouds. They were speechless most of time and its always me who did the talk. They talked. Like seriously they talked. But not quite often. Sometimes at the evening they make a sound like “whooooo..oo..fhhhhhh”. I like my new friends. I thought they were very cool and you know why. I lied down on the sand like the other day and I finally thought of something.





The clouds, or my friends, they were the citizen OF THE WORLD and they need no passport to get in any countries. They must have traveled so far and experienced a lot of thing. Floating up there made them have the chances to observe us. Maybe they had been to china!or japan! Or America! That’s why they were so cool.




Today I ran again. But it was raining heavily. It didn’t stop me from running. I didn’t care if people said I was mad. I just wanna run. Because I am a free runner. I free my mind.





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Free runner


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A Call From A Friend: A Real Friend

Posted by leon7zack On Monday, February 27, 2012 2 comments

When i was packing my things for tomorow. My phone rang and the name "aizat" appearded on the screen. I was wondering why and how the guy could call me because as far as i concerned, phones are only allowed during the weekends for those PLKNians. And today is tuesday so it did made some question mark in my mind. I took the call and there he was. Even though with a slightly different voice i recognized that man.


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.



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.



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.



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.
=)






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Friend.


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"Is there any rooms available for today?(customer)".."urrgghh...sorry(me)?"

Posted by leon7zack On Tuesday, February 21, 2012 0 comments

Okayh readers!boys or girls..or whoever it is.
I am ready!
Ready for what? Ready to CRAP ofcourse..about my job story which now had been a history.
Been watching How I met Your mother lately. They sure funny guys and I loved the way they expressed their jokes.
*affirmatoohtly*hahaha. Marshal did said that and it made me laughed like thousand times.

I like you very much marshal.hahaha.



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 ONE STAR HOTEL near the town.


Yea..more like this one. Just a little bit smaller.



Where..



The nightmare finally began. Whos the hell is the first thing you would see when you walked into a hotel? A RECEPTIONIST to e exact! you know someone who stand at the front counter and when people came by they often asked this kind of question.
"is there any room available for now?"

Yes. Thats me.



Thats NOT SO ME.



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.




And yeahhh. It is a relaxing job after all and it was SO RELAX TILL YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO! 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 7 HOURS AND 30 MINUTES???






Maybe some will said to me like this when they found out about my job.




"seronoklah dapat kerja macam tuu. Relax je...tak payah nak keluar peluh semua macam org lain yg kerja dekat kfc ke..Mcd ke.."




You sure want this kind of job?hahaha..then go and have IT! NO ONE STOPPING YOU AND PLEASE REPLACED ME. 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..THATS JUST NOT ENOUGHHH!




Being at the front counter surrounded with 1.5 metre tall 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!
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.


EXACTLY LIKE THIS ONE!




And yea one more thing about "the differences". I dont see any different between "pak cik gad" and me!! We both wait and do nothing. I meant most of the time. What made me luckier than "pak cik gad" was. I could sit. and they cant.maybe some of them can. but who cares?this post is about me and not them.




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.




THATS IT. I quit.
There are so many jobs out there and i dont want to be the another clone of "pakcik gad". now I am at home. enjoying all the moments with fun.




But thats doesnt mean I am gonna stop looking for other jobs. I am not a quiters.







From,
Hotel Receptionist


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Sorry, I fired myself boss.

Posted by leon7zack On Tuesday, February 14, 2012 2 comments




Wait. I tell you later about it. I want to crap first.



Its the crapping time. I haven’t crap for long. So let me stress out all the things that swinging in my minds. Do you realize when you are writing about yourself or what you have done before. ITS MUCH MORE EASIER than you have to write about something else. Its like everything flow out from your brain spontaneously. I called this technique , CRAPPING. Crapping is good, for me. I don’t know if its good for you but yeah, it works on me.



Especially at night like this when i am bored. Crapping sure kill the time. And to be frank, i personally believe that crapping actually help us in a way to deal with the tension of life.



For example, one day you were riding the bike. You accidently hit this pretty girl. Girl was not injured but extremely angry and she scolded you. You felt like you want to slap her on the face because it was her fault but you cant. So you write it here. It works on me. Hey but i am not the guy in the story. It just another imaginary story i created a few seconds ago.





But i am not writing the benefits of crapping here. Its about me!and yea craping is part of me. So basically i can crap a little. XDD


Okayh people! i went to KL few days ago and looking for jobs and the result is..HALF DISSAPOINTING..
Why did i say that? Yea..there awere pros and cons. Even the second day in KL i was aleady starting to walk around my cousin’s house area to look for jobs. There were a lot of cc, seven eleven, restaurants, office and more. Not to forget,  I DONT LIKE TO WORK AT SELLING FOOD COMPANY so its a no for KFC, Mcd, or secret recipe or whatever kind of food company in Malaysia. Food company always the last option, or maybe NO at all.



So yea i asked the people from the store and some of them asked me to fill some forms and told me that if they need me they will give a call. I applied A LOT OF forms. AND EACH of them said they will give a call. So its like giving you hope that you are actually going to get the job but the real things is.
ITS JUST ANOTHER WAY OF SAY “sorry, we are full here, go and try somewhere else.” IN A MUCH NICER WAY. Its proved i mean, i applied for what, 20 forms of different jobs, and till today. NONE CALL. So you have to patiently wait until one man dies, moved away, quit, or whatever it was to make you get the job.





I am tired of asking people “ada kerja kosong ke tak?” and the result is the same. But i didn’t quit there. Almost like 4 days of searching the jobs. I finally called for job interview. I went there.  Wearing the only kemeja i  brought from home which was fully white(its my school uniform actually). And the result is positive! I get the job but the next day..mum called me. Its a ‘coming home” call. Mum wanted me to get back home so i have to say sorry to the boss that i had to quit, eventhough i didn’t even started yet.




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Home Boy.


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SICKO DOIN’ NOTHING. Find me a job please.

Posted by leon7zack On Friday, February 3, 2012 0 comments






Okayh people if you don’t realize it is 4/2/2012 already and yet the biggest achievement i made so far for this January was..


“PENGANGGUR BERJAYA”


Ofcourse i am not this desperate but i need a job.



Hell yeah. And still carry on with that title till i write this. Oh wait, no i am not “Penganggur Berjaya”, i have a job! Ofcourse its not official but still it is quite important. Proud to call the job as..


“HOUSE ENGINEER”


More like this one.XDD



Why did i name it that way? Its because the work looked like one of the engineering task and i did it at home and mum is my project manager. Let me tell you the details.



Time of work                       : everytime she called. So its flexible.

Wages                                 : 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)

Uniform                                : Free to wear anything as long i am not naked.

Friendlist in workplace       : Sometimes there was only me, or maybe my brother, my dad, or even the project manager herself(Mum). Ohyea i almost forget. The cat. It always follow us where ever we went to do the job. But he could only looked, and miaww. Thats all about the cat.

Sample Projects                 : so far we have made those:-



1.     1.  Put on “portable sink”(is that the way they called it?)
2.     2.  Put some rocks to build 4feet fence.
3.     3.  Dig the soil, no its not soil, it was a small hill at first and after so long digging it became flat. (for your information i took weeks to actually flatten it.)
4.       4.  Make a small bench. Damn it was tough. When my brother and i tried to cut the woods, its difficult and the best thing was, it also took AGES to just cut one piece of it. Why? I think the saw we were using was blunt. Not effective anymore.
5.     5.  Make a small table. My mother wanted to use it when she was cutting meats.
6.     6.  Repairing a desktop computer. (I even opened the CPU and checked all the components or parts in there myself, with some help from Abg Di i did learnt how to assemble it back.)


Yea. This is the parts in your CPU. Thanx to Abg Di for teaching me these.



Thats for now i think. But the Project Manager always has something to do in her mind so don’t worry the project list will increase sooner. I mean almost every evening she always got me to do something. I am glad i have a good Project Manager because she keeps me busy. So i wouldn’t feel bored after all.


I might be going to KL this Monday. See if there any job for me there. Maybe its time for me to get the real paid for my job. LETS ROCK THE TOWN!

PEOPLE! IF YOU SEE ANY SIGN WITH “jawatan kosong”, i will appreciate if you could tell me.




The SPM result is on 22nd march and yea..I got a month to work and lets not waste the time! 





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"Engineer Rumah"






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