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.

visual.

yup. just visuals. song first.

"Im gonna strut my stuff. Just you wait..."

bateren renkon tomato max

when there's a parting, then there's a next meet.

it's my 21st day of being the lone ranger. :)
going through life at the same place, the same house, the same streets, the same restauraunts..but in a different way.
its kind of like living 21 days of new life. i've met people never imagined of meeting. like mr. ujang who taught me everything about t-shirts. i met wai yen, at usj 12 court, and turns out it was his last day in malaysia. he was setting off to australia the next day. i met dad's old housemate in uni, who clearly had forgotten my dad, and he wasnt hiding it, "sapa aa? tk ingtlah." after that statement, he asked directions and walked away.

funny how things went around here at home.
i drove. thats another thing. i drove everywhere. and surprisingly i drove to, nostalgic places. coincidently.
alamanda, kota damansara, usj 12 court, and school.
enough to retap all memories locked and stored in my head.

well last night, was a meet to be remembered. nothing fancy but we were back, not all of us, just a small portion. but that small portion was enough. we talked, laughed, pondered old memories, and shared new ones.
for the first time, i wasn't jealous of the experience they went through. i wasn't putting on a deaf ear. i wasn't the fake listener. for once, i wasn't selfish. it was fun again to hear stories from a friend, to hear their voices of laughter.

but this time, this meet, we were all different, we were all grown up. i kno its a bold statement to say, that we have all grown up. but i think we really are. being able to live life without old friends but still keeping them for emegencies. some had new things added in their lives. some were just the same. :)

before last night's meet. before last night. i had my hopes died down. plans to meet were just, plans. no hopes, just plans. it's because it usually doesnt end up how i hoped it would. so having a plan, and not hoping it would turn out right was a habit i had developed.
um. i hate partings. i hate leaving stuff im used too.
but..
i realised with partings, comes new meets.
:) so its ok.

hmm..i'm gonna write another post tomorrow. not sure if it's gonna be a long one or a short one. but there's gonna be a post for sure.

i'm just typing stuff that went through my mind a while ago. while watching "sexy voice and robo", surprising how fictionous stories could make us realise things. small details that we had let pass by.
i guess im gonna let this post hang here.
i have no plans to end it the right way.

:) bateren renkon tomato maaa----aaaaaxxxxx!!!!!!!!!