siDz | SysStream

fuhh. i was at pak aji, buying the brylcreem hair gel. i was at the counter. i handed the gel, the cashier scans. RM5.80. ok, reasonable. i reach out my wallet. opened it and realized that:

what a tiring 72 hours.

chronology, u ask?

friday: went to bkt kiara (our office) at 5.00-ish. later realized that im the only person who are coming super early. and then came the smk (t) setapak guys & gals. we had a talk. presented them my nenggiri rafting proposal. and then came staf hadis. asked us for a dinner.

lol nasi ayam.

8.10pm. they havent moved an inch. ape? korang semua period ke? went to the surau alone, realizing that im the only one in there. went for maghrib and isyak and 2 rounds of yaasin (tetiba teringat kat arwah allahyarham ainun nadzirah bt mohd adnan)

*poof* tertido lepas isyak kat dlm surau. shiok gila aircon, dahla tgh penat gila masa tu (the lulziest part of that day hahaha)

woke. stared at the F400 clock for like, 2 seconds and then realize that im late. called staf and asked their location. "kitorang tgh buat kerje ni. siddiq kat mana? tadi ada je.. tetiba hilang"

lol

i went upstairs. they were busy with their jobs, setapak girls are with their the hadiah section. boys are doing i duno who-the-hell-cares. puteri with the documentation thingy. i stood motionless for a couple of minutes before being discovered by the setapak girls.

and then came busyness.

works finish at 2.00-ish. ajak them for a late-night dinner. "abg siddiq belanje ke?" wtf? 5 people asked the same question. i lost when some particular person asked the same question. "yela2.. abg belanje"

we went to hartamas. went for a mamak. WHAT IN THE WORLD the mamaks are actually conversing in english. WWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ok. short story. i had to belanja 13 people in a mamak in hartamas. hartamas.. hmm.. imagine.... the food seriously sucks. first time in my life, i had a nasi goreng with timun potong. the nasi sucks IMHO. i'll rate it -2/10. do not let me started on the drinks. i had to order an ais kosong instead.

FUCKING SHIT seriously, WHAT THE HELL. ordered a mango special juice something and what i got was:

- i duno what drink was that. doesnt taste like mango at FUCKING all. taste like some random fruits (other than mango) with... seriously i duno how to explain it.
- WHO THE HELL PUT A REMPAH IN A DRINK. FUCKING DISGUSTING
- thank god the drink doesnt taste like shit.

seriously dude, the drink deserve a -1000000000000000/10. the first drink i didnt finish for this year.

and then came acoi's night ceramah. elok2 boleh balik pkl 3.00 langsung balik pkl 4.30. and, hartamas is already famous for its luxorious stance, so the night dinner burnt a deep hole in my wallet. takpe, yng penting kita ikhlas. everyone went back at kiara because everyone is sleeping there except for me, i had to go back to BTR.

saturday: went to kiara at 9.00am. was the only guy alive at that time, others were still snoring. we went for breakfast + a session of time wastage thanks to the boys (nak tunggu diorang bersiap)

and then came busyness.

done!. ingat nak balik, tapi had to go to kompleks kampung pandan to pick up the shirts. and then we have to go to wangsa maju for the preparation. the block residence(s) have contributed us the space, canopy, chairs, some tables and the PA system. that gave us ALOT of relief since we dont have to scout for those things.

then we have to goto makcik syaz's house to dump the things. YES, of course. i'm a male, im 20. u guys are still 19, 18, etc. and that, equals to? i have to pick up the heaviest thing on earth, the box and the shirts (200 of them wrapped in a single plastic).

good lord.

went back, tido (penat gila) bangun, solat, tido balik. diorang ckp soh kumpul pkl 8, but then again, i woke up at 10.30pm. HAHA. i called syazlihana (no name forging here) and asked where the hell is she. she said shes in jusco, hunting for some air-horn (but prevail 30 mins later). gosok gigi, basuh muka, went there at high speed. 10 mins later i arrive.

and then syaz was: "abg siddiq tipu... tadi call kata kat umah!!" lol she went berserk at me. i cant do anything other than a smile.

and then came busyness.

went back at 2.00-ish.




i'll blog about today on tomorrow. i havent posted a picture of myself for quite a long time. we had a group photo with the setapak girls on saturday that i feel like sharing with u guys. PHOTOS WILL BE DELIVERED, do not worry

till then. cya.

ngok nye wan. x habis2 lg psl faizal tahir.

within 30 mins i have to go to bukit kiara, do have a meeting. they'v asked me to stay there, they'll provide accomodation, just to settle the works but naah. i prefer to go back and sleep when everything clears (or do some left4dead time, just like BWAHAHAHA yesterday)

personally, i don't have a todo list. that's why i tend to do everything late. and that's why im so serious at work.

yesterday, i went to the Malaysian FOSS (Free & Open Source Software) meeting and also the BarCamp KL meeting. FOSS is no about meeting actually, its bout the FreeBSD Jails. Heh, brings back memory of me when I was in Form 4 desperately trying to install FreeBSD on my PC and ended up cleaning the whole data in my hard drive.

NOW i have to go to the toilet, basuh muka, pakai baju, start kereta, pergi to bukit kiara to settle out the FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU palestinian event (juz yesterday they announce to do at other place. i was like, full of rage at that time).


sampai malam.

pic by aizat faiz

Now, lets see who can identify me in the meeting. and i juz realized that im the youngest in the meeting. that reflects that there's something wrong within today's society.


ok. incoming busyness in 5..4..3....

when its the time.. september..

minggu ni mak batuk2 teruk. teruk tul, x penah aku tgk dia camtu. suara pon dah semacam je. risau plak dgn dia. ktorang makan 1 lauk je, asam pedas je minggu ni. tu pon dia beli. x larat nak masak. dapur bersepah gila, kesian plak. aku plak bz, kuar pagi balik malam (kdg2 tgh2 malam), so xdpt nak tlg kemas. sakeenah blk weekend lepas, dia tgk mak camtu, tetiba dia plak rajin, g kemas dapur. selalu dia tgk dapur dia malas nak kemas. kali ni tetiba rajin plak dia.

adik plak, boleh plak dia kene demam panas. boleh plak dia, semalam, balik2 terus tido kat ruang tamu. pelik. g check doktor, rupanye kene demam panas.

sekarang ni mak tgh tido. tgh2 tido pon boleh batuk2 teruk.. dengar sampai sini kot.

ayah plak, sekarang tgh tahajjud. ayah ikut perangai atuk, dulu keras kepala. degil. masa zaman muda2, dia la paling nakal. dlm banyak2 ahli keluarga, atuk suka ajar ayah mengaji. family kitorang x hantar anak g mengaji mana2, ayah tu sendiri kene ajar. kalau x, he fails miserably in life. ayah anak plg bongsu dlm family dia. huhu.

somehow aku rasa aku ikut jejak ayah. dulu dia selalu ajar aku mengaji. setan2 aku jgk dulu, aku khatam 1st time masa darjah 4. dpt hafal surah yaasin mse form 1. aku la org plg banyak sekali kene rotan dlm family. huh, rotan asli, belt. mane x penah kene lg...pinggang? belakang bdn? somehow hidup ni mmg unfair betul, kedua dua adik aku x penah kene rotan seteruk aku. ayah x pulak soh diorang mengaji extensively mcm aku.

tp, sekarang, aku bersyukur sgt. akula org plg bright dlm family. adik2 aku semua bongok2, nk dpt 1A pon bkn main berpeloh lg. 2 thn lepas, adik pompuan aku. result spm? hehe.. laughable. thn yg sama, adik lelaki aku, upsr. result? cap ayam je. aku dgn bangganye boleh gelakkan diorang. even adik2 aku pon bila baca quran sekarang, dah x lancar dah. jarang sgt ayah suruh adik aku yg plg kecik ni ngaji. tahun ni dia form 3, relax je dia. aku, masa form 3, bkn main terok lg.

see, life's unfair.

hehe. ikut dgr kata pakcik2 aku, ayah la plg nakal dulu. pernah dulu diorang cite, dia penah main2 dgn lipas, bawak kat semua pakcik2 aku sampai diorang lari2.

2 tahun lepas, mase raya aidilfitri. semua pakcik aku ada. ade tikus kat dapor, mcm biasela, makcik aku takut. aku kat dapur, nak g minum air. dia tunjuk aku tikus tu, pastu lari. aku g kat tikus tu, tangkap guna tangan kanan.. pastu aku lari g kat adik pompuan aku, tunjukkan tikus tu kat dia. bkn main bising lagi dia, shrieking hell dia menjerit. HAHA lawak gila masa tu. downside is, tikus tu gigit jari aku sampai bengkak masa aku pegang dia. masa aku campak kat longkang, tangan aku dah berdarah teruk. pandai dia carik salur darah aku eh.

so, kalau compare. aku lg nakal dr ayah. tu baru satu. banyak lg kisah setan aku dulu, yg lagi teruk. dulu, masa kecik2, nenek yg jaga aku. raya tahun lepas, masa aku salam dgn dia, dia gelak sorang, pastu tkeluar air mata dia. dia ckp.. "dulu bkn main setan ko ni.. sekarang dah baik betol"

walau ape pon cara sekalipon, nanti bila aku dah besar, aku nak jadikan family yg aku ada sekarang as a role model. ayah walaupun kerje sbg penolong penerbit, still cool je. rumah xdela besar sgt. moderate je semua bende dlm rumah. ade yg x mampu beli, dia x beli. rumah aku, yg plg mahal, tv plasma tu. aku plak, ade moto, kereta, laptop dan desktop sendiri. adik2 aku takde ape pon. that's one plus side i had, thanks to all those nuisance i had back then. adik pompuan aku, ayah x support langsung. dia suruh dia pinjam duit ptptn. aku plak, diorang tolong habis.

inila antara sbb plg utama aku x carik a gf yet, sbb aku rasa diri aku belom sampai tahap utk aku contribute something special. bak kata PRS, bantu diri sendiri dulu sebelom bantu orang lain. u cant expect a shiney knight to come, to be your partner and fix you. you have to fix it yourself first, godamnit.

"nak carik partner, carik yg moderate je. carik yg baik. jgn tgk rupa. jgn tgk skill. jgn tgk that something special yg dia ada. human change by time, siddiq. u cant expect a girl who looks like an ustazah to be an ustazah later on in life, because it wont happen at all, except she really wanted to be. seriously, people often confuse obvious thing, which is unfortunately, the first impression, which can range from physical, mental or any special abiliy she can actually do now, to be the main thing he/she likes the person. seriously, i had it once. your entire life will become a ticking timebomb after that."

the hell aku takkan lupa kata2 tu. thanks Syazwani.

conclusion: i'm happy wih my life. also, i'm miserable.

3.30AM. esok pagi aku nak g sign up g gym.

I am now aware that I'll be spending today's Valentines Day alone. I am now aware that almost all of my friends already have a partner, or someone who can clings on to. I am also now aware that when I logged in into the internet today, I was the only person who are online. Thus, I would like to share with you whoever is still like me, single and also, miserable, this message I wrote here with all my hearts.

Hello lonelyfags.

I realise today is hard for some of you. It's fucking horrible, isn't it? To see, hear and imagine everyone around you happily in love, without a care in the world, while you just sit here, in front of your computer, browsing unfunny crap.

I'm here to tell you not to worry. Don't feel sad, don't feel worthless. One day - maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe in ten years time - someone will come along that will KNOW how truly amazing you are. That's right, they'll know. They won't just tell you to make you happy - they'll know it, right down to the core of their being.

Until that day, just sit tight and let the bad things wash over you whilst clinging onto every scrap of good you come across. You're the greatest person in your world. Don't ever think otherwise.

I made this message because I spent most of today wallowing in sorrow, for reasons I'm sure you're all familiar with. Then someone came along, laughing and smiling and loving. She wasn't the one I just mentioned - far from it. But she reminded me that life is full of people that love me. Even if a person that can tell you that isn't near you - you know they exist. Remember that, and remember what I said above.

Peace out.

Happy Valentines Day to myself! :)


p/s: kuar g mkn dgn onie td lepas maghrib. hehe =)

semalam aku g putrajaya.

i mean, semalam, aku bangun pkl 1.00pm (sbb aku tido pkl 6.00am kot). bangun pon sbb ade org kol. afiq, dia ajak g makan. dia ckp wan pon ade. kalau wan ade, kereta pon adela. aku takde keta, mak pakai. afiq takde keta, dia pinjam family je. dia ckp bkn skang, tp pkl 2.30pm camtu.

so, aku siap2la. gi mandi, solat, belek2 site joomla yg aku baru je nak buat.

sampaila 2.30pm. actually, aku g solat, pastu dok dpn pc belek site joomla tu. pkl 2.15pm baru aku g mandi. tgh2 mandi, phone bunyi. diorang ar tu. so, aku teruskanla mandi mcm biasa. kuar, aku pakai shirt + suar yg aku baru beli kat downtown aritu.

aku kuar2 je, keta ade kat dpn pagar umah aku. tgk2 takde org dlm keta. kuar2 je, tgk diorang tgh dok kat tepi. diorang kejut, pelik gak. afiq ni keju psl aku pakai suar jeans. suar aku muat2 je, nampak fit. dia tanye aku ade g kecikkan suar ke x, aku ckpla x. x sedar plak size aku dah jd 33. lama gila x beli seluar, dkt setahun lebih pakai suar sama je. ni pon ade gak duit sket. yang si wan ni plak, muka terkejut, pastu mula la dia tu
"laaah.. aku ingatkan faizal tahir. siap dgn sweater dia skali. rupanya ko siddiq. hensem sial.. nak kiss sket"

bodo nye budak.


so.. aku masukla dlm keta.

...


5 minit kat dlm keta, aku tanye

"nak g mana ni oi?"
"ntah"

ah, sudah. belom bincang lagi ke nak makan kat mana. nak makan pon kene buat AGM ke. mcm masalah besar. aku ckpla, mamak sudey. afiq g bantai ckp, kita g alamanda nak?. wan ni pon lagi sorang sengal.. g setuju watpe. ngok. nampak dah besar kerje dah.

so, kitorang pegila alamanda.

boleh plak, kat tengah2 highway.. tetiba wan ckp

"pegi mid pon ok gak"

afiq dah mula dah.. "bodo... td bkn nak ckp" dll. aku pon dah serabut dah, seb baik aku dok belakang je, sbb nak belek buku.



so.. ktorang pegila kat putrajaya. alamanda, precisely.

sampai2 je kat sana. nak masuk parking, wan dah buat hal. dia g jalan lepas tempat ambik tiket tu. seb baik x langgar si palang gol tu. sayu je tgk keta belakang gelak2 masa reverse balik keta.

so.. ktorang g la makan kat foodcourt yang *ahem* murah tu. tgh2 makan.. sekali

wan: "eh.. afiq. jom g tgk awek ko tu"

ah, sudah. kalau diorang agree, maknenye lagi lambatla aku balik umah. bincang punye bincang, debate kat tetengah foodcourt tu, memekak x pasal2, sorang2 ade idea.. mcm food court tu ktorang yg punye...

so, kitorang pon agreela nak pegi jumpa awek afiq. si afiq ni pegila sms dgn dia, ckp nak jumpa dgn dia. masa nak gerak, afiq ckp. weh, lepak luh. aku ckp kitorang baru nak gerak dari BTR. wan plak.. "habistu, nak buat ape skang? meghasai (codename utk boring) kat sini?"

aku pon, ape lagi. "jom daytona sat", afiq pandang aku, 5 saat semua serentak bangun kerusi tu.. jooooooooom..

aku dgn afiq je main. ktorang main 2 game. aku pakai manual, dia pakai auto. game 1st aku kalah, sbb dia main tipu, g langgar aku. aku pon, takpe2.. game kedua jauh dia kene cicit dgn aku HAHA padan muka.

so, kitorang pegila...kat sekolah bistari ape tah putrajaya ni pelik. tepi tu ade food court. hah, kalau sekolah tu tepi dia ade food court, ape lagi. melepak jela bebudak sekolah 'bistari' ni.

hah, ni gambar wan soh aku buat senyum plg buruk sekali:


ni plak gambar wan paling buruk sekali:



post ni blom habis kat sini je. satg nak edit balik.

Firstly, a tribute to Fatin Azreen, my dear friend over here.


and this would precisely be her reaction after reading this post:



aaanyway. 11.19pm. 2nd edit of this post.

i juz came back from sending my sis to her hostel @ batu caves. at first, she was like..

"weh, tlg ambikkan aku kat pj ni. hantar laptop sekali..ps2 hantar aku g blk hostel. aku payung minyak"

what? payung minyak? wooooooo okeyzzzz..

so i went to PJ, makan kat sana, pick her up, salam atuk nenek, then went full throttle again, this time from PJ to batu caves. ok.. the journey was perfect until i saw traffic jam spawned right before the batu caves roundabout. then i was like:



THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE CARS? MOVE LA, GODDAMNIT!



(5 secs later)
lol.. harini Thaipusam.


its okla. they need to park at the roadside. i know batu caves as my kampung is already there. furthermore, this is a one-day event, so why not?. so.. i went through the traffic jam, inch by inch. theres alot of indian ppl coming in and out from the temple. they look so happy with their families. alot of goodies, maybe foods or stuffs have been bought from the stalls outside of the temple. the temple itself is nicely lit, the stairs looks awesome.

so.. i drove away from the interchange, make a u-turn and things proceed.


edit:

cipandetapir: lolz... fatin marah sial...
cipandetapir: haha
SysStream: haha
SysStream: dia ckp ape?
cipandetapir: da majuk dengan aku da...
cipandetapir: wakkaa
SysStream: haha
SysStream: hahahaha
SysStream: dia marah camne
cipandetapir: dier cakap tak nak ckan dengan syafiq n siddiq lagi dah selame2nye
cipandetapir: *ckp
SysStream: lol
cipandetapir: haha...
SysStream: dia x sedar aku kene jumpa dgn dia esok
cipandetapir: dier g merayap tinggal hp kat bilik

SysStream: tgh pening psl coding ni
cipandetapir: fairuz ctetr
SysStream: lol ok
cipandetapir: haha
SysStream: bkn td dia online ke
cipandetapir: pakai laptop membe dier...
cipandetapir: so malam nie membe dier pakai balik da...
cipandetapir: haha
SysStream: owh
SysStream: okey
SysStream: takpe
cipandetapir: pergh...
SysStream: esok aku jumpa dgn dia
cipandetapir: dier call aku n jerit2...
SysStream: tgk takat mana dia nak majuk
cipandetapir: sakit telinge
cipandetapir: haha
SysStream: hehe
SysStream: x kol aku plak
cipandetapir: ntah...

Okay. I haven't talked about Israel's war against Palestine throughly since the end of the occupation, but, today. Today, I found this news on YouTube. Israeli ambassador to Australia slips up and discloses possible action against Iran in a month. Apparently Israel learned that the lesson from Gaza is to launch another war.



Before he could end up his speech, he told the reporters to shut off the cameras.

Well, seriously, this is ridiculous. Historically, the Jews have been perfectly capable of making trouble on their own. This whole idea that Israel is some puppet controlled by the US laughable. Israel was Iran's friend until the Islamic Revolution and Iran did a complete 360 (maybe they figured something else) and started threatening them, calling them a fascist Zionist state and threatening to wipe their regime off the map (this didn't start with Ahmedenijad, it started right under Ayatollah Khomeini).

Lol. The ambassador to the psychotic state wants to 'address' Iran's nuclear programme. I want to know when the world is going to address Israel's nuclear programme. The IAEA have thoroughly investigated Iran's nuclear programme and have reported that Iran do not have nuclear weapons and are not developing any! Even if Iran wanted nuclear weapons it would be years before they could get their hands on their own weapons. Iran has shown nothing but friendliness to all the other nations in the world - including the US and Israel - this is despite many sanctions against Iran.

Iraq didn't have WMD's neither.

Simple question: how many nuclear bombs does Israel have, how many does Iran have?

Hypocrisy...


And here's another story. It's a today's one from Google News:

http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5hcX49mNGhMPjANq3C-wSH833a0swD962AVP00

"Netanyahu plans military strike on Iran"




I really hope that they'll strike Iran for real. Entirely plausible, unless Obama shows Israel a bit of backbone, and soon. That's when Iran's ally will come and fight for it: Russia. And then we have our World War III going on.

And, yes. I'v been tagged.
And, no. I shall not tag anyone back. Why would someone fill a blog post with this ridiculous thing when they're supposed to be a blog post, or a summary of a today's IRL, or anything. You just wasted 10 minutes of your life doing perfectly nothing.

Lets see here..
Dear Siti.

…I don’t really know how to tell you this, but our affair is over. I think I realized it when I saw the shrunken head in your closet and I saw you sit on the crazy monk. I’m sure you’re cowardly enough to understand that Santa doesn't exists. I’m returning the couch cushions to you, but I’ll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I get sick when I think of (the) eggplant fetishism. Go burn…”

Your bestfriend.