ok i was so lazy today to do any work. i had my eyes on the computer screen all the time doing something something. and did some mechanics, alignment, scaffolds then yawn. mann my moods gone. wans a software provider now. next time; give me some cleaning, i love digging on those nozzles. make it singular.

be heading back school tomorrow. for once. and two more weeks will be there permanently. and will be doing some structuring stuffs. some sort of lego.

dont forget to watch me premiering in Superman Returns(Superman rocks my socks, Kate Bosworth too!). kicks off digitally tomorrow. ok best.

Soccer fest.

wheres her? wheres you? miss. missing. gone. dayme. its one call away mannn. pick it up else shes a goner for you dude. heart throbs.

Peace

i dont know what hit mad to have all the bahasa(s) baku(s) intergrated in his conversations. justeru? wth. hahaha.

ok so we will be heading to KL next week. supervisors invitation to us. batman will drive. woohoo. yep yep yep. and this friday an invitation to Omnimax Theatre exclusive for all AE students. ok no work, no tapping of cards. yes. and also friday cum saturday morning will be World Cuppo fever in TCC. mayne its gon be coooooooooool. i think ill make it. worst come to worst, coffeeshop. Istighfar Mosque lahhh. Dont cry for me Argentina.

pay day. pay day. pay day. pay day. when. when. when. when.

I want to play some Soccerooooooooo now.

hmm.

if that so, it will be August till we step back in school. congrats for em Directors List peeps. im gon bash you up when you step back into Singapore dude. seriously. ill get the whole gang first.

Peace

we had a minor accident(which could become major) today in the bus that almost got my back bone gone. presumably we took the usual far end back seats; batman was talking about this hot A&E nurse(woohoo), i was fiddling with me camera and spidey was attentively listening to bat's talk on the nurse. hahahahahahahahhahahhahahahahaha. mann im such a batu api.ok lovelies, they still loyal to you guys. no worries.


and so, as we were still engrossing with the stuffs we doing, suddenly something something hit us right where we were sitting. the air conditioning went on a stop. i had the center seat which absorbed most of the impact right at the back. we went subconscious for a while. and yeahh. dayme. and we look back theres this lorry just had his front dented by the engine compartment at the back of the bus. oh mann i thought i broke my back. i went on foul words on low volume. i was 80% conscious then. the bus wont just start again. this smell came along. all exited and up we went for 30 to harbourfront. i think my back hurts now. ohh mann i should be thankful now.

spidey senses told us that the guy was smoking and some sort of kinda got loss with his driving and got us bumped into this. spiderman is cool with his senses.

ok its been a long time since i go on cam whoring. so me brought along the cam with me for a while plus the evidences:

this is what you get, when work is hard. banquet treat baybee.

and then youll sleep after being treated well.

woo fast rides.







back and front dented. dayme. dizzy wizzy.

i think im starting to like my supervisor. the lessons he taught us on how to be successful in life. them treats he had with us for all the good work we've done. mann im on dilemma on whether to head back school soon after i had a talk with the schools supervisor just now.

and guess what. im going back to school baybee. woohoo chickies. nahh ill stuck my eyes on you.

dayme hes gon miss us.

upfront, superman, spiderman and batman, identity(super vain) revealed. as justice league soldiers on. could you be my Louis?

Peace

yep yep. once again superman saved lives. based on true accounts. we were updating our logbook when this small(4, 5, 6 maybe years old?) kid had her body stuck on this adjustable-back-rest(whatever you call it) seat. mann she started crying. i got my reflexes on and carried her up slowly. she almost snap her backbone mayne. batman, spiderman became spectators. thats superman for you. that cute kid called me uncle meow meow then. dayme. im uncle meow meow now.

ok time to do some writing. btw,

Ay shorty listen
I bet you hear this ish all the time
But here's a lil' something worth playing on auto rewind
I hope you don't mind to kill a little time
to hear clearly.
Since you a harder target let me take my shots fairly
Rarely, I gets to meet a girly
Hard to be tamed
Yea I done broke alotta hearts
And I ain't mentionin' names
A player;
Too many games played
Has gotten me a tired man
And your rejection means
Delayin' my retirement
So shorty grab my hand
And walk with me
I'll crack a joke and make you chuckle
Promenade up in the park with me
It's just a little me and you chill session
To change your foul perceptions
And your misconceptions
I'll sit you down
And make you look in my eye
So when I talk on future plannings,
You can tell it whether I'm lying or not
Alotta guys are steady lying
Just to get through your thighs
But I just wanna make you smile
Cause I'm allergic to cries
You feel me?
I swear to God I'll treat you proper
I'll love you proper
Apologies for lesser wealth to offer
I heard your man he drive a Benz
You like to ride that?
Well off that cause I ain't got that.
Now shorty, lets just take a walk right back.

oh mann im digging Maliques verse. sheits.

ill make it up to you. misses the miss.

Peace

so todays a graff jam. up with sith. west side be banging. its kinda quiet since Somerset had the wall up. did some roller action. and started off slow. the other cans scuk up big time. Nippon closes early and too bad we need to use them excess plus em cheapskate cans we bought over at the hardware shop. stinky kinky. but its one hell of experience. my piece scuk btw. the mood wasnt there. sith had his piece halfway through. we admit that we are toys. and yet to be good ones. all the best for your Os mann. we'll work it out when the perfect time comes.

frustrating ish.

i need to cut my nails now.

if its were to be me... ill heart you. sweet.

Peace

bahh, it scuks to be enjoying world cup soccer all alone. i felt stupid shouting and cheering in this room. so much for the slogan; world cup, time for friends. i love mom when she nags in Java language. bukan keluarga aku ngopen ngopen rumah orang. and some other weird words. haha sheits. i guess its for my own good not to go over friends crib for some watch over. guess im a mommys boy then.

so its now Germany on Sweden. currently the Swedes got thrased twice by the same guy. Ballack is some legendary poser. hes just too complacent. 13 a bad number mann. second half starting soon. its clear Germs would win. i think ill sleep.

ok, looking forward for tomorrow. time for some breathing.

i need you.

Peace

some pictures i took using Spidermans phone. i was bored.

i fell deeply into sleep standing by the pole in the crowded train with people noticing me how i sway hard front getting me back awake. i felt like pole dancing then. upon reaching, supervisors was gon be late so i took the opportunity to get some sleep again. all the way till em friday prayers. ahhhhh pizzas. its so cool to have free pizza giveaways at mosques. derma beb jangan tak derma. in conclusion, i end up doing nothing at work except for dozing off. so todays a labour day.

Brazil is blazing hot. ehh you guys drink beer? want go watch soccer with me at pub or not? ok. wtf?

anyway some random facts of me since im prone to boredom. i live life on a low profile thats why i sometimes do hate myself being in pictures but a whore on taking them pics. will get extremely nervous in front of cameras. that one time interview i had almost got my brain jammed up. i love arts. mainly abstracts and graffs. plus conceptual sketching. be it from the pencil to them digital medium. those good arts from them artists are very inspiring and it motivates me to go further. i love planes since i was a small kid and had always dreamt of being a pilot. its the sky that touched me to fly. maybe, just maybe. im kinda lazy most of the times but when it comes to real sheit work, ill sweat till theres no tomorrow. hari raya spring cleaning is one of it. and a work with high pay is enough to impress. and one more thing, last minute revision. haha dayme.

i have two different identities and it alters. ask them who had live 10 years with me and youll know why.

and why basic? i live my life with it. thats why. and the 273? hmm. erm. till next post(s). anyway, i like stalking on girls blog.

thats basic for you.

Peace

i met real old friends recently. one an upcoming officer, another having the same route of education as mine. its been a long time since the last laughs. glad they remember me. haha NS same-same beb. itll be cool ish.

i find myself sometimes pulled back by something when i do stuffs that i am not supposed to. like someone had just patted by back to warn me of something. so today, i had my thursday nights chilled out. nothings better off, i sticked to the mosque to hear some. and for that reason, the preach kinda hit me for what ive done. like ehh? how come this preacher knew what i really been doing. as if its been reenacted all over again.

wa'tubalaina taubatan nasuha. i quit sinning but i still rewind, advise me.

i guess ill lead something good then. i thank Allah for blessing me to be contemplative and realise myself. and i hope itll stick that way till i have my last drop of breath. forgive me.

anyway, salarys up next week. i feel like treating you, you and you. especially you. please?

Peace

and so, the supervisors not in again. sped off to Kayell for some sterilising stuffs. didnt know malaysia had nuclear plants. so currently, Batman is doing some shooting games on his lappy, Spiderman beside me. and me here. here typing this posts. am i free? no its boredom.

boredom kills. and to me it can be killed by pimping girls blog, anonymously. like literally yo. i do not know the reason why, but their blogs are interestingly to read and it makes time fly fast. i guess its the diary thingy they do all the time back to the old school and i remembered howd i always use to secretly read my sis diary. and her secrets. haha. im bad i know. their usage of words and phrases strike me to read them girls blog. compared to boys who are rather straightforward in their writing. eg: today i go play soccer. had fun. hahaha. end. but for girls it will be like lengthy with them oh-so-powederful adjectives. i think that concludes it. btw,

and when you think all chics were good. stalk them from your own bedroom. huhu. wtf. am not stereotyping. all girls are good right deep in their heart.though they look naughty.

unlike them males ego. am i neutral or what. no i am just bored.

call me Superman.

Peace

yahoooo. yabedabedoooo. batman was furious today, spidey got me entangled, literally. and superman went bored. we had our time off at 4, an hour earlier.

and heres what i did after that, caught up with mates who were sick missing me(haha prasann). did up the last sketch and dive for a swim. nong time deyy, i got my leg cramp halfway. froggy froggy style got lost. end up doing freestyle for all the laps with them cramps. haikal and me were kaykekism all the way. min, please brush up me frogg. my staminas like fcuking drop to the ground. and then, went for a watch on the floorball match. fuhh both teams(merahans? and knights) were wicked ish. and i put my race as French. hehh. like wtf?

alamak sheit, the Timberland cap! missed that one.

do i hear soccer?

and for that story on the previous posts. malas uhh nak continue. pandai pandai uhh buat cerita.

Peace

im having like blurred vision nowadays. at some point of time i couldnt see stuffs proper. even not realising my friends were actually right in front of me. and i got no idea what hit me.

ok i heard this conversation while firdaus and me was rolling up the filaments. ehh why not good ahh the scaffold? you never do a good blowjob lahh! i was laughing coughing mad deyy at that point of time. hahahaha. wan wan. i bet ur gf is reading this. teach him a goooooood blowjob will ya? so that he'll be effective in his work. hahahahaha. ok sorry.

anyway, let me tell you stalkers a story, a true story(based on todays account) of three good friends mainly named; Superman, Batman along with Spiderman. As usual, them 3 Justice League members went off to work, got on their uniform and started off their everyday-the-same job in their top secret lab. then came in their break:

Spiderman: ehh you guys thinking of having Beef Noodles back in HarbourFront?
Superman: thats a real good idea Spidey, lets ask Batman for his opinion.*trots towards Batman* ehh keluang ko nak makan kat luar takk? beef noodle amaciams?
Batman: ehh bolehh uhh. aku buat bekal sikit jerr.
Superman: ok guys lets wrap up and go

and so, them comrades headed towards their mobile starting off pad to get to their destination. but unfortunately, they had their mobile on haul for caught speeding last week. and they decided to go public with their identity disclosed. with his senses, Spiderman caught sight of Bus 51 that will take them straight to HarbourFront. without wasting time, all went aboard the double deck bus entrusting Spiderman words that it will take them to lunch. They crapped alot along the way:

Superman: Hungry Ass!(inside joke, ask me, ask your superheroes why)
Spiderman&Batman: Hahahaha. Tooots.

Suddenly,

the bus took a turn while the usual route was supposed to go up straight all the way. panic, Superman asked Spidey regarding it:

Spiderman: ehh relax, it will take us there.
Superman: i trust you spidey(while biting on Batman's lunch)
Batman: ehh macam mane nihh? how? how?

and then:

Superman: ehh mofo! its queensway shopping center lahh! we're nong nong away from harbour front. get down. get out of the bus!

the rest did get down first despite Supermans lightning speed:

Superman: ehh then how? makan kat sini jerr? dahh lambat uhh gini maciamm kalo pehgi balik kerja.

*the rest nods head*

but then, halal food was not in sight as Batman had his visions on range:

Superman: ok, so now where do we eat? back to HarbourFront? my friend told me theres a bus that goes straight back to there. 61 i think. lets confirm with the bus driver.

*the rest nods head*

as the bus arrives, Superman asked.

Bus Driver: ahh betul. betul, harbourfront.

the three friends then headed to the back seat except for Batman who was standing. while Spidey and Super was caught designer guying(inside joke again).

ok this is getting bored. lets get it straight to the point.

so basically, as the bus reached for this particular stop, Spidey sensed something was dropped. a wallet. and Batman got his eyes fixed on the 16 year old owner who had just exited the public transport. the door closes and the three friends picked up the priceless wallet and started checking up on it...

to be continued.

Peace

and before i hit the bed. lets do a quickie. i was dayme lethargic but it was one helluva funnn. =))))). ok count em smiles. almost almost slept in the taxi.

ok i got this report to do. till then. i think im gon be late for work.

sweet. sweetness.

Peace

dayme. im becoming a repairman these days. on goodwill without money. i had my weekends rooted and will always be, at home. and them spots on my forehead are brewing, stressing on tomorrows job. i hope my baybee(this machine i had it assembled and aligned) works perfectly and everything goes smooth. gahhhh.

ohh and today i crashed to syims crib to have a troubleshoot run on his LCD. we ended up playing Winning Eleven. he thrashed me alright. sheesh. hahahaha. im gonna get you next time! i was on Saudi deyy. then yesterday, was at mins with his irritating cat. i think im gon get myself a job after a long talk with him.

i hope its no blues tomorrows. hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

woohoo Brazil match y'all. courtesy of offical fifa web broadcaster(hahha sheit copy paste mahh).

i am so amazed at the speed this photos are uploaded. alright watching soccer. dont disturb. its gon be hot.

Peace

friday would always be cool ish cause we could get our ass off early. and today was another achievement of producing a tedious large scaffold. would love to post up the pic. but i guess i dont. confine to confidential. give me high five uhh supervisor.

then decided to follow up with wan to buy him moms the uZap for her birthday. why not iGallop, i asked. itll be fun. hahahaha. then, alamak my friends always kept pestering me when i kinda get that nervous voice over calls. kns.

mayne argentinas like on an all out for the cup thrashing Serbia and Montenegro 6 - 0. maciamm toots betul. and matches onwards are mof'in intense. my hormones are going crazy. and i went up online, being ambitious to buy em jersyes. and all of em went out of stock, like wtf. people do buy. business is good down there.

you can call, if you wanna walk.

PeaceSweet

me budget way of watching live soccer. sheits. dah maciamm main football manager. hahaha. dayme.

i thought of crashing over to fals crib for the england match but by the look of his msn nick. i think ill stay home plus im too shagged to watch one whole game. but then again friends next block offered me to come over. again, tiredness got me over. however, i hope Crouch scores and do his laming robot dance. anyway, Ecuador was blazing baybee.

enough of balls. im so tired wired up these days. i need sleep. i need to do up those plain stickers. and speaking of that. the 2nd international stickeraward had just commenced, join in the fun people. here. im thinking of something nasty to paste. not that kind of nasty-ness you dirty minded people can only think of. tell me where to get em A3 sticks please.

muka layu jerr tgk bola ke?

takkde lahh, kerje uhh cik. kerje berat sikit.

my eyebags are heavy mayne. i need sleeppppsszzzzzzzzZz...

ehh Rooneys is playing! jyeahhh. i heard Erikssons gon sue whoevers injuring him. hahaha. woohoo.

i think im not gon sleep, for now.

Peace

ive been shagging. too tired to do things. my routine is like early on 5 morning call. bathe. off to work. work. work. home chill entertainment. blog? sleep and it repeats. need some run. its been a long time. yawn-ness days. and i want to play balls. dayme.

im on a verge to a budget lifestyle. talking about cars already got me tempted. save. save. save for the phuture.

todays talking point during break was them ghosts. and then came this part:

...ehh korang tak seramm ke nanti bilerr dah kahwin tinggal dua-duaans, abehhs rumah sunyi sepi bilerr malam,

aku aperr lagi lari rumahh mak aku balik uhh bilerr isteri tgh berdengkur, hahahahaha. siakkens.

ok lahh we were trying to occupy them stressful times with crap sheits. and darts. and we played games during work.

and i got this from khairuls blog: cool guys get cool girls, nice guys get nice girls. cool and nice guys get awesome cute hot girls with an attitude(ok from cute onwards was an addition from me). fuhh awesomeness if its true. hehh.

i miss you too.

Peace

fcuking sheit. i missed the Brazil match. i thought of crashing over to wans house but end up waking up at 0530. dayyyyyyyme. miss them popcorns.

so yesterday,

we did the most memorable job ever. a produce that has to be sent to America for animal testing. and we hit the jackpot. lets all hope the experiment will be a success and the animals safe. and supervisor treated us well and im still full now.

ay yo who was that, ohh hes just a friend.

Peace

tee nee nee nee neet nee neet nee nee neet. tee nee nee nee nee neet tee neet neet neet neet. i got this feeling.

ok im bored. and im trying to move around the clean room with only my hands and rollers.

Peace

ok fcuk. it needs approximately 10mins to have this page of creating posts to be loaded. something something nasty in the programme i got to prey on and wipe it out. (ohhh blogger were having fixes as i had this sentences typed out).

and im deterioting my eye bags by using the lappy in the room with the lights off. im worsening my lenses. and my back is breaking with this cheapskate IKEA chair. dayme. should have bought them expensive ones.

titanic 2, like what the hell. Oprah criticises hip hop. Monks are not allowed to cheer during the world cup. and 2000+ taps(ezlink) for last week winner of ipod mini. wtf. dahh tak nak main uhh gini maciam.

ok so now im enlightened that Zinadine Zidane is muslim. Toure too.

and im trying to have the bandwith loosen up for the song that i just loaded in. guess it didnt work out. man man laii. now i do sound like an introvert obnoxious geek blogging. i should wear pink. thatll sound nice-r. i guess.

dum dum bam bam. interlude.

and now report for todays work, since supervisors came in late and i had no proper screws for the machine. my mate and i went online to search for local contests and promotions. we got into creative zen and nearly into the video ipod. may the best man win. and since we finished the job(sebenarnye slacking) early, my other mate plus me went on a drama show. it was helluva fun. the end. too bad we didnt record it. plus we did some chaotic moves on msn messenger. thanks to those who participated.

the end.

Peace

dayme the moneys in the bank on a constant drop. ill eat bread from now on. and stop chilling out. arghh bills. maciamm manerr nak kahwin cam gini. hahaha. siakkens.

asdfadfjlkadsjflasdflkadsjkfjladsjfa. heres some random pictures to brighten up your random days:

am bored. tomorrows internships. ill yawn and do my work. and get allowance thats enough for me to buy a new pair of nice dopey air force ones. i feel like playing soccer all over again during those primary school days.

goal goal goal. terus kojol.

kartelo-hello. bye.

Peace

haaa. my favourite, always visited link from today onwards. ahh sheits it scuks not to have cable(ok so now im trying my best to tap in broadcast into my room, i can dream on i guess. bahh). bilerr mahu tgk match ramai-ramai bebs. mendakkkkkkkkk. btw, referees were so cool with the mic attached to them ears. play on! and i feel so awkward after realising im shouting and cheering like no ones business in my room, in the middle of the night. like any other mom would say: ehhh memekak lahh.

i didnt know 171 went thru bukit panjang. anyways cool sleepy ride. and i forgot what i did today. chill chill and more chill.

ill be your bestfriend, sweet.

Spread the Peace

dum dum dum. drum and bass pumps up adrenaline(testosterone too) hormones like theres no tomorrow. oomph.

this machine was like vertical. then wan was leaning on it when the supervisor came from the back with hands stretch also leaning on the machine. and there. the classic gay pose. hahahaha. how was it? good? he commented(on the production thingy lahh) hahahaha. kekeks.

5 more weeks and im back to school.

US should not have make it a big issue on bombing Zarqawi with F16s. itll just boost the morale of terrorism. i guess.

anyone care for a date to mcdonalds on late nights? i wanna watch world cup!

adik tengok singapore idol semalam? *nods head* ahh rahimah rahim tuhh anak sedara makcik. ok ahh cik, kirim salam kat dierr ehh.

Peace

quite quiet.

i feel sheity these days and i do not know why, i kept on silent mode while friends had me brushing up for laughter. i cant laugh no more i guess. im too darn serious at some point of time and i had my sketchbook filled up while they had their conversations. ignore me. i might smile but i aint no joke.

no term breaks. and more reports.

Spread the Peace

today was totally owning the workplace. literally. it was only me and my friend and my other friend plus the hot scientist. the rest had a trip to KL for some correspondence thingy. we did some stupid lamed up stuffs in the lab which we had it taped and will not post it anywhere here. kalo supervisor tahu. mampos. so if you wanna catch it... nevermind. dont need to. and i think the canteen aunty that sells muslim food likes us. anak makcik satu JC, satu sec4. dua dua pompuan. (makcik pun jambu herself, anak dierr lagi). mampos. sheits.

how could they hold bottles and have their labels on.aint know that stuffs. peers on ciggs. got their drinks wipe till the brim, living the nightlife like tapes on rewind. time, back limping with cans cramp on sweaty palms. drunk ladies got cramps from guys who got cramped up beers up on their mindful egoes. impossibly pondering, whats up with the influences. the labels just got loose. on a drowning path back to choose. time ticks ask yourself.

im used to chill alone on occasional nights with pencil on sketches observing the people surround me. and im strong to influences, making me tight scared ill just drown and get my faith down the drain with them peers that doesnt seem to feel wrong with clubbing and drinking and smoking ish. and what happened to religion? im a small fly in this destructing world trying to uphold the responsibilities from Him. and yet i kept slipping from the good and get influenced. whats bad? ill ask myself. dont mind me. im just fearing.

ehh book tennis court. lepas tuhh main balls.

Spread the Peace

and for some reason i do not know, im a fcukd up team leader. i came in late like no ones business while my mates had their production started. i slumbered out sorry. and supervisors like okay. and i think i need to brush up on this: deliver stuffs proper and get the communication right. do more reports/update log book and start on the mof'in gant chart. im not used to ordering people. i do what people around me do and go with the flow. nehmind. ill be at my best from now on. haaa. no action talk only. bahhh.

and i cant figure out how the f wan could get a peaceful sleep in that one and a half hour bus ride home. well, im trying so hard to get this eye shut till inchertange(pronounce interchange) while he had his head leaning on my shoulders and it felt gay. maciam siakk. hahha. i think ill buy blinds for the eyes next time. and sit nearer to the aisle.

dsakfjakdhfkasd. i think im on random. and i feel like buying shirts over at queensway right now.

im supporting Iran for the world cup. well. Brazil on the other hand.

im missing them fumes badly. got the right tools. skills lost. feed me with fumes. get me high.

Preach Peace

i felt like im sabotaging my own supervisor for some reason i do not know. and i think i should bank in them money before it disappears in thin air. and im fearing to step in the workplace.

ok have a nice day. off to school. work.

Peace

while still waiting for my roadtrip. i took the opportnity given from mad to talk to his really lovely cousin. lol. fcuk me. im coming up with lamed up conversations that girls wont like. hahaha. maciam toots. i wasnt serious though. but sh*s cute lahh. s*e thought i was mof'in talking seriously real. but im not. sheit. and i started typing crap. and she had the conversations hanging there. and i got my reputation went down the hill. sheit. im dead. im dead. help. help.

tu lahh main mancis lagi. taubat benar aku. tak nak buat lagi.

ok guys learn the lesson. serves me right.

Spread the Peace

fortunate me i didnt had any lecturing this time in the car. hes mood was good. he was humming away with classical songs. asking about my personal life and stuffs and sheits. portable drilling was fun. ehh aku pulakk turn. okok aku dua. ko dua. hahaha.

hungry i was today. was lacking with dinner the other day and i skipped breakfast. and i had firdaus's plate as well.

alamak didnt enjoy soccer today, the lights didnt clap on. and i was straining for the ball. sheits. i should have just drag back home and sleep. and now:

ehh pack your bags.

yes mom.

i will be on a roadtrip to god-knows-where. ok lets watch band of brothers on that vech then doze off.

apa mahu matahe beb. blaja tinggi tinggi woo.

id rather be a good friend that listens.

Spread the Peace

today was frustrating. fcukedelicacbysianasaiininab*inauya. go figure.

report report report. sway sway sway.

swee. swee. sweet.

world cup at school? overnight uhh.

Peace