psss: This was initially an essay, I guess I got caught up with poem. Whom to blame?
pssss: It’s about me stuck in traffic jam. Once I hit the open road, I jammed the pedal. I have my car and skills to trust on this slippery road.
Where to put this one??
I miss her.
Her cynic stare, piercing through anything she laid her eyes on.
Her deep sweet voice, slightly off pitched but enough to send me afloat.
Her pure innocent smile, as if begging me to ravage her.
Her carefree attitude, nothing can bring her down.
Most importantly, I miss the way she handles me.
If you happen to be amongst Extremist Thinker’s reader, you’ll get the following error.
How could anyone ever possibly fry their bandwidth? I’ve been trying to do that since I started blogging. (Not because I want to be popular, unfortunately, but to test the server load)
Well pal, if your annual hosting is closing in, then I suggest you check out this deal by IPServerOne.
Although it is a bit expensive (RM200), but with that price tag, you get 10 domains on one account (10 www’s), 100Gb transfer and space. If you’re a cheapskate, find 9 bloggers and share the account. You’ll be paying RM20 per domain. That’s dirt cheap.
KANGAR 16 Okt. - Dua orang pelajar perempuan Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan (SMK) Perlis di sini didakwa menendang dan memukul seorang guru Fizik berusia 27 tahun setelah dipercayai tidak puas hati dengan tugasan kerja kursus yang diberikan kepada mereka.
Who’s the real bitch, teacher or student? First hand, you might think the student is wrong but when you think thoroughly it could be the teacher’s fault after repeatedly swinging that stack of paper in her face. Watch the video.
I believe the teacher inflicted racks of pain (mentally and physically) onto the student throughout the year. And just like a timed bomb, she exploded, bursting into flame eating anything in sight. That being said, her way of handling is rather infantile. (Hey, she is in her teeny years).
The paper said, the FORM 2 student shoved and kicked the PHYSICS teacher. They teach Physics in Form 2 now? That’s new.
Which reminds me when I was in Form 4, I was slapped in the middle of the class for having a long hair. The injury left my ear ringing the entire week. Long hair, slap? The punishment is rather stupid don’t you think?
What if someone who does more than 600 push ups everyday (like myself) were to punch him in the face as an act of self defense? I’m sure I could’ve repositioned his crooked nose and maybe have him flying across the room. That would’ve been an awesome John Woo scene.
I secretly wanted to flip his car too, but his wife (who teaches History) is too kind to us. Hurt the husband, the wife gets sad. So I let him off the hook.
The very least I could do is take it like a man, although it’s against my wicked nature, which is to revenge.
ps: I wrote about poverty in response to BlogActionDay, but it gives me this hollow feeling as if I can’t really do anything about it. So I saved it my draft.
pss: We’re planning for a Negaraku! Gathering at an orphanage. Will tell you about it later.
psss: It felt good having people to acknowledge my writing
Before you further read this, I just want you to know, I’m writing this not to pour my heart out nor I’m trying to brag. I believe in honest writing, so that’s what I’ll do.
Apparently Smaelz83 tagged me, let’s see how transparent I can be.
1. How many time have you been in love?
I’ve been in 13 relationships and fallen in love once. The L word doesn’t struck me so often.
2. 3 songs that make you remind of her?
Only 1 song that reminds me of her, Fenix TX - Tearjerker. you can listen to it in my Tape section.
3. What is the romantic thing that you do for her, or she do for you? (more…)
Since everyone is practically in weekend mode, I decided to do this tag. I’ve been tagged by Naftalena. (Girl, if you have to tag someone, at least have the decency to inform, Ok I’m being bitchy here).
What were you doing 5 years ago?
I was fishing for my degree in the UK, trying hard to fit in and getting used to the strange weather. Not to mention missing my girlfriend (then) day in, day out.
What were the 5 things on your to do list today?
Meeting with client. (Accomplished)
Meeting with another client. (Accomplished)
Settle my Maxis bill. (Maybank2u is downright confusing, will do tomorrow)
Before you shoot me, allow me to ask this, is it wrong to jump at Jabal Uhud? It left me disheartened upon reading this entry.
We jumped not because we’re monkeys, but because we’re happy to witness the historical battle field
We jumped because we want to try different style of pose
We jumped because we want to appear cheerful, when actually it’s torturing hot
We jumped because it’s rare to have a clear blue sky
As for Nabila Huda, it’s her fault for exposing her calves, but I believe you’ve seen more. Other than that, what’s wrong? It’s not like we jumped in a mosque or morgue. It was a dessert.
You might think I’m defending Nabila (as well as myself). Oh come on, there’s aplenty of saucy stories out there awaits your stereotypical mindset, like the Najib SMS story. Why sink so low for a cheap scoop?
There you go, a basketful of Malays doing the ‘Jordan’ pose. You were saying…?
ps: Jumping reminds me of Zarir, who taught me triple-jumping, which obviously I could never master.
At least once a week, I have people telling me they liked my Blogspot more than NoktahHitam. Of course, it was in simple English, a few word twister, WAH LA,.. a post. Damn!
If I were given a chance to choose, I’ll stick with the old me. Unfortunately, everybody matures, like cheese and wine. Damn!
I guess everyone I know is reading NH, including my clients and family. I had to play it a key lower. Damn!
It could also be complacency. I’m no longer mad at the world. Damn!
Perhaps I’m earning twice as much as I used too. Big bucks, bigger ego. Damn!
Or because people know who I am. I have to be polite no matter what. Damn!
I’ve stated repetitively, I want to marry a doctor. I can’t be the-boy-your-daddy-warned-you-about anymore. Damn!
In search of fame and followers, I sold myself. Damn!
I think I messed up. Damn!
In short, Damn!
ps: Replace Damn with Babilah.
pss: *Babilah is a bad word. Don’t address it to others but yourself.
psss: With this post, I declare “babilah” as my shared trademark. Anyone caught using it as their blog title will be hacked.
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NH is my wicked mind and my alter ego. I shall refrain from being corrected no matter what the circumstances are. Part time Web Developer, full time egoist. 
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