Coke

I had a sudden urge to drink Coke yesterday, so I decided to buy a 1.5 litre bottle yesterday at Tesco, while searching for a light bulb. Apparently its almost insanely difficult to get a Cool Daylight and Warm White Genie 14w Energy Saving Lamps at Tesco. I don't think they even carry this type at the Kajang branch. Anyways frustration of the missing bulb, the insane traffic jam after picking up my sister from her Islamic School which was combined with another school because they had Islamic School exam. I felt like a rat, trapped in a maze of traffic jam, and was desperately finding ways to get out of the gridlock. We weren't even in the city, it was small neighborhood road.

I am not sure either to be insulted or amazed.

Anyways stress levels were high, and unlike last year, the last days of fasting seemed the most terrible for me. Tempers flare, sleepiness increase, and I feel quite nocturnal. I needed something, a quick fix, a drug or sort. Its terrible, its bad and its unhealthy, especially since I dranked the whole bottle within 12 hours. Yeah, that is crazy and I suffered the consequences. Coke has caffeine, just like coffee but not as much though, but 1 whole bottle of Coke, I think that is a lot of caffeine going to my system. Unlike most people, I can still sleep with a dose of caffeine. The other effects of caffeine is increased bowel movements. Yes, that means you tend to go to the bathroom more often to do number 2. On the bright side, its cleasing to the digestive system. Yeah its not good to associate food with emotion, for that it would make me a better candidate to enter The Biggest Loser Asia, but I swear, that eating chocolates does not make me fat. Time and time it shows when I down lots and lots of chocolate, people end up saying, I look good and thin. Perhaps chocolate stops me from eating other things, or the phytochemicals in chocolates makes your radiant with in. Studies shown chocolate makes you be in a better mood too.

This is my parking lot now, if I decided to come late to UPM. The barred access to all students including post grad student, into the parking lot, so we are forced to parked in this poor make shift parking spot.
This the parking spot without the gravel, so its typically muddy. This is actually one of the better areas. The ones further are so muddy, so many cars got stucked, and not they barred the area from parking. Students now park everywhere. and no one gives a hoot about the ticket, only because UPM does not supply enough parking spaces.

So each day I decided to come late or when there is no parking space. This is what happens to my tires.

So each day I have to hose it down with water to avoid dirtying up our car porch

Accidentally

I just have to cam whore... :D

Ah yes, this is my sister's third accident involving another vehicle. This is her damage.

This was the van's damage.. What damage... owh it got scratches and the panel in dented inside a bit. Nothing like a bit of polish and body work to fix it in a day. My sisters bumper however might take a few days

This is the jinxed cross road where it happened. Inside Tesco Kajang, parking lot.

According to the officer, my sister is the default cause of the accident, because even though the van hit her car, her car stopped after the stop line on the road. Also according to rule R 3(2)B the van had the right of the road so my sister had to give way to the van. It sucked but that is how the rule goes. My sister had to pay compound which the maximum is RM300 but the officer said we could lower it to RM180. It sucked (again) but at least the van owner won't get to claim insurance because I believe the repairs will be below minimum amount of the insurance company. So the van owner still have to fork out their own money for repairs or at least drive with a dented van (the van is crappy anyway, so no one would notice)

Foot Note: I been listening to the new Beyonce single called Halo. This is my current favourite song. From what I understand, Halo is that circle ring on an angels head or someone that just died. I guess its a sign of heaven perhaps. I think the song is about that warm feeling that you get from someone that you love. When you feel everything is alright and anything is possible. Like the song "baby you can be my Halo, you're my saving grace"

Normality

My parents and sisters are back from Dubai. My stint as a single parent for one month is finally over. Things are back to normal. Although the ride home was a little disappointing for me. I looked forward for things they buy to bribe me because of my sacrifice in this month. I was looking at jeans, shorts, and shoes... but all they got me was fabric.. great.. fabric... i am just tingling with excitement... suddenly the one month trouble i went through was for nothing... fabric to make slacks.. (i got enough slacks already and i don't even wear them anymore) fabric to make shirts.. (great... i don't wear shirt to class anymore...) and fabric to made into baju melayu.... (great.. something I wear once a year..) its like a total disappointment really.. i look forward to them coming home.. hmm yah i should be thankful i no longer need to be responsible for the house, money or discipline... but i felt like i have the short end of the deal here.. they got shoes, bags and oh boy.. fabric!!!.. just great really.. i don't feel like going out to the living room and look at the fabric they bought.. who cares really.. i feel like retaliating..... hmmm i still have their ATM card, and credit card. I still have some more cash leftover after my huge withdraw at the bank...

Just a Day..

Today as you all know is Maulidur Rasul, the prophet Muhammad S.A.W birthday, so its a public holiday in Malaysia. Many people chose to take Friday's off so that they would have a long weekend. Today I also had to wake up quite early because I had to drive my parents to the airport, they had a wedding to attend in Indonesia. Today started off quite well, received a long telephone call from a loved one and it really did start up a good day for me. It was agreed that we go out later in the afternoon, so I schedule my plans around that time. Alas our planned did not go on as planned, so I ended up spending my evening bored and played Warcraft 3 to death. I was kinda pissed off, but then I can't because I did not have a legit reason to get angry. I mean explanation was given, I received 2 missed calls that were 15 minutes a part, but I could not hear it because the volume of my ring tone was too low, and a prior warning was also stated that is had a chance to not happen but I guess I got carried away with the excitement.. again. I really should just stop and think about these things again, instead of just getting carried away. So I was kinda pissed off since I can't get pissed off because there is nothing to get pissed off which just really pisses me off. So I decided to take a nap, at 7pm. Not exactly a wise choice because I ended up confusing reality and dreams. I was not sure if I sms or answered the phone in my dreams or when I was awake. It was very confusing, but I guess when you miss someone presence, it tend to get carried on to your dreams. I guess my subconscious felt the same way too. They say if you are angry, you just lie down and sleep. I did and woke up feeling cranky. So I took a shower and wanted to go to McD. I woke up around 10pm you know, but my expanding waist and shrinking wallet, prodded me to just make something in the kitchen. Unlike the rest of my siblings, I do no say there is nothing to eat, when the fridge and pantry is full of food.

First course, a simple slightly burned chicken franks baked in a toasted oven, smothered with chili sauce and covered with bread. Simple, tasty, but I was still hungry

So I decided to make omelet bodoh. Weird name right, but it was my mom's way of describing a food that is prepared with out adding anything in it other that spices . So basically this omelet is just eggs, pepper, chili flakes, salt and full cream milk. I think I added too much milk because I had to go to the toilet after eating it. I am a little bit lactose intolerant and only full cream milk was available at that time. Or maybe because I was just eating emotionally. At least the hot dog were baked and the omelet was cooked without oil, so I felt less guilty ;). Tomorrow is another day, my DNA extraction kit will arrived (hopefully) and I could extract my T. gondii parasite and then run it through PCR (polymerase chain reaction) to amplify the DNA. My other supervisor waited for me to genomic DNA.. sigh. Its going to be one messy looking DNA because I did not (too slow to order) have the polycarbonate filter to separate the white blood cells from the parasite. White blood cells is one of the cells that contains DNA. So if both parasite and WBCs are present the genomic DNA picture won't be as nice.

Bummer...

The cat video cheered me up just a little. I still went to bed feeling like crap and woke up feeling like shit. Although smelling very nice with the perfume my sister bought me at her small french boutique. I hate people who break their promises, maybe its life's way to teach me how my professors feel when I did not deliver the literature review and the genomic DNA profile after they asked me repeatedly. Maybe its stings a little bit more, coming from someone you care you much. I think its my fault because I took their words to seriously, its like each word that comes out of that person's mouth is a promise for me......

HOW NAIVE!!!!!!!!

I just make like the easiest target to get played with you know, so easy to trust people, so eager to like people, that I have forgotten about my self. Its true I do not have much experienced with people and relationships. I mean before only people I met in school I would considered as friends, but after school is over or there is a break, automatically they disappear. At 25 only, I could meet people outside my working or comfort zone. Only now I get to learn to read people. My sister was stabbed in the back so many times at school by her so called female friends, she has like this ultra sensitive bitch sense. She will take like 2 hours to just observed my female companion and she will conclude "I don't like her, she is a bitch". Which is true by the way, because that particular companion was a total bitch to my classmate.

Oh crap... do I have to learn the hard way... getting lied, cheated, hurt... again and again... is there any thing in a bottle I could take to learn faster about this. I could finish my PhD and still don't have a clue in reading people....

Wait.. now that makes a good thesis.. a research on making a drug that allows us to be more alert and determined other people's behaviour.....

Hmmmmmmmm.....

Desperation calls for desperate measures....

I was feeling bum out for the moment :( , and decided to watch some youtube. I found this funny cartoon. Enjoy :D..


Comel lah... :)

How dare you....

How dare you..

Telling me how to be a man, by observing how other men act. Last time I checked, you have binti in your IC and your IC ends in even numbers. I am pretty sure you don't have a penis and testicle and those breast do look authentic. What gives you the right to show me what a man is supposed to act? Are you saying "do as I say, not as I do" or "ketam mengajar anaknya berjalan lurus"

How dare you..

To say that only women are entitled to exaggerated and lose control. Sorry but I know more about your menstrual cycle than you do, just because your hormones is not balanced, and you have PMS, that you are entitled to a free card to get angry whenever you want. However when its my turn to get exaggerate and lose control for a while you called me being a woman. So much for equality among gender.

You know what.... I am the wrong guy for you to pick a fight, I know your gender so well, I know your advantages and disadvantages. I know where is your soft spot so that I can concentrate on that area. No needs for fist and weapons, all the weapon I need is my brain and my toungue. I am a Sagittarius and like my zodiac, my bow and arrows are just my words and we can hit you at your most vulnerable spot without hardly trying.



You are messing with the wrong guy my dear........

Rear view mirror

Rear view mirror aku patahlah. Dah dekat 17 thn keta tu, bits and pieced of the car dah mula tercabut. ni nak gi kedai sparepart nak tgk ade ke tidak.. nanti aku letak bagi korang tgk bertapa sedihnya cermin pandang belakang tu