something we left behind but we always bring it along..

After finish reading what arma had written on the blog, i feel like i have to write something too.. i supposed be back to melaka this morning but my body was not feeling well, so i have to take mc 4 today.. sometimes i wonder myself whether is it about my sickness or is it just me dont want to go back..i miss my frens.. so much.. d memories we all drew together is a memories that can not be erase forever.. but now we all are in a different path to achieve the dreams that each of us seek in the future.. the memories may have been passed, but we always carry it no matter where we go.. things change around us.. but our friendship will always remain the same.. hope we all can wait.. time for us to feel the memories back will appear one day.. i promise.. while waiting, let us all do what we have to do now.. this is my words.. for all my frens out there.. i love u guys..

# misses

# i've just realised. times when it was carefree were usually...at night. i guess the nights we've had were just...US. dinner, shopping, mamak, favors, pulut deliveries, kenduri's, or just normal stop by's, were what i looked for and still look for every single night.

# i guess this is another way of saying i miss the old days.

# and i miss zulaikha for cheering me up every single night when we all went out.

# i miss listening to ezzat's problems, and giving opinions to him, and he listens.

# i miss dropping by at mye's house. i miss the chats outside the gate.

# i miss feeling excited waiting for "transport" to arrive at my house.

# i miss going to isyak prayers at USJ 4's surau.

# i miss McD. not the food. just the memories there.

# i miss being me.

# i miss the idiot.

# i miss the people who loves that idiot.

# i miss the smack in the head by "one and only".

# i miss my random analogies.

# i miss the people's reaction towards it.

# i miss being fun.

# i miss everything.

# i miss singapore.

# i miss snapping pictures.

# i miss the pictures.

# i miss people in the picture.

i like cinématographie

I'm now into movies. smart ones. i'm gona go watch disturbia after this, at my own cinema room.

Arma's Super Secret Cinema Room a.k.a ASSCR
located under my living room, in which u have to go through a secret passageway through the kitchen cabinet(of course not through the cabinet, theres a secret hole, where u can open by pressing a secret button, under a very secret object, kept in a super secret place..)

there's just this aura about "smart movies". i just like that it doesnt turn out the way i imagined it to be.
it just tests u. like life.(inspirational moment here..take a pause to soak in this righteous moment. hummmmmm.)
ok, moving on now.

im ok with life now. no suspense yet, except waiting for stupid late buses. everything is going fine, yes just fine jannah. haha. lecturers are ok, for now.. i hope it stays that way. haha. gotten familiar with new faces. even this guy from tanzania, know's me now. were not like close, but we do exchange professional smiles or casual hand waving once a while. (ask mye and iqbal, they know wut im referring to)

and about the chicks, i think im gona take a pass for now, after all im still a freshmen yah. (pfft.) i would like to concentrate on studies. maybe next year.(double pfft.) haha.

life drawing is damn hard. but nevertheless i like it *bigwidesmile* its just fun drawing in the studio, its kind of relaxing at first, then you get to the long tiring part after 15 mins, then u get to the sweaty hands process where people are submitting their work (thats why i prefer not to look around at other people's drawing..very...depressssing.haha), lastly u get to the end of class, where its either u feel happy or very very depressed.haha. mr. faiz, my lecturer, he's ok. again, hoping he stays that way.

analytical drawing is kind of different. its about lines. thats what i've learnt so far in the first class, by chief. yes my lecturer, he's nickname, is chief. he wears all black, cowboy boots, jeans, collar shirt, and to top it off, a mexican cowboy hat. evey single day. yes. haha.

to conclude things, i guess im getting used to life here, oh yah met rodhiah, turns out she was in the january intake. yes my senior worh, haiyo.

well i'll update more when i feel like it. till then signing off.

max robo.

haha.

ring ring~ "hello.."

hello..for those who don't know.. i just went to P.D to few days ago. went there on friday and arrived back home today, around 3p.m. i was working actually, as an "asssistant trainer". haha. yes.The trainers involved were my dad (of course), abang firdaus (dad's friend's son), and ME. i wasn't to agreeable on following my dad at first, but after a few training sessions there, i was getting the hang of it. well it beats going through orientation thats for sure.haha.

i actually learnt more on this trip rather than during orientation. :/ dont get me wrong, orientation was.. so-so, fun. this trip was fun-NY haha. it's funny how childish an adult can be, and how adult a child can be. this group that "we were" training (more likely, my dad) were around their early thirties to late forty's. as usual, i was the youngest in the crowd. ( :/ no surprises there)

there were all kinds of people. there are ones u could predict, there are ones u couldn't. it was an experience for me. and tons of respect goes to my dad for tackling every situation well. seriously, i was amazed at how he resolved conflicts. it's gonna be hard to measure up to him. haha. but i'll be thankful just to have half of his communication skills.

i guess my orientation week was a bit extra than other freshies. i know i'm like typing rubbish now, thats cause i feel i have a responsibility towards the blog. ( and i'll feel guilty if i dont tyoe something)

oh and spoke to a few old friends. helped putri with her "the effect of free sex towards the country" assignment. called mye a few times to confirm/postpone/CANCEL the trip to mid valley, prank called azeera saying that i was a guy from taylors. (haha that was funny). and called nazir and iqbal just to say hi. oh and ezat, it was more like rubbish trash talk with him. but worth it haha. funny.

and i baru perasan, i've been talking to mye on the phone a lot. i think she misses me. haha.

oh and called ZULAIKHA RAZALI. she was on the bus. :/

and messaged gie, a new friend. kot. we'll see.

assalamualaikum.