Never give yourself 5mins off when you’re at a point where Time is Money and you can’t afford to lose a millisecond of it. I happened to reward myself with a good 10mins off from work and unfortunately 10mins turned out to be a wasted 3 hours of music to my ears. It started off with dropping by at Siti’s site for updates and I accidentally clicked the “Play” button on Matt Corby’s performance on YouTube, he’s from Australian Idol just in case you’re blank at the moment. One thing led to another, that kid’s got a damn nice melody in his voice and that made me search for another performance of his on YouTube. Ended up watching 5-6 of them. It doesn’t end there, I’ve not downloaded songs since the umbrella-ela-ela season, and there you go, from downloading Matt Corby’s songs, I ended up downloading a few dozen other songs from various artistes. Only to realize that, I have work to do but my mood for work was turned off by then. Yeah, writing an essay needs to have a mood. By the way, Matt Corby’s version of The Scientist is awesome. I would put him on my list of whom I’ll hire to sing on my wedding. Anyway, 3 essays to kill. 2 of them 70% done and the other is still resting at 0%. Essays with bibliographies kills me. I’m still listening to songs at the moment.. An unproductive night!

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HELLO Pehin’s & Datin’s. It’s just another way for saying “ladies & gentlemen” but in a snobbish way. I’m back from my holidays and it has been a long dreadful week that I almost forgot that I have a blog to maintain. Anyway, I’ve been parking my car at Mallya’s for the past week ever since the tent was erected at my place for the daily tahlil’s. My aunt passed away, Al-Fatihah. The thing about parking my car at Mallya’s is that each time I wanna go somewhere, I have to walk up a hundred big steps just to start the ignition where it used to be right in front of the doorstep. I think I’m adapting to the true Bruneian style where everything has to be right in front of you where you rather drive around in circles ten times just to find a spot that’s a step-away from the entrance. No wonder there’s a lot of fatties around. Workload is another asshole. I have 3 essays, a presentation and few tests coming up in less than 10 days. They’re like loan sharks gangster but they won’t kill you, they’ll just stop you from graduating with a degree. I can’t fake my essay cause anything odd in my essay must have a reference at the end of the sentence and also a full end of text reference after I’m done with my essay. Gone are the days where you could write shits on your essay. Imagine submitting an essay with the title “myself”. Unless you’re some football star, Mr. Trump’s associates or you’ve just landed from Hollywood, and then you’ll be able to complete a 1500 words essay about yourself validly! It’s because you’ll have sources to put in to prove that you’re not talking shit about yourself. Let’s take one line, “my latest achievement was to be awarded with an Emmy on the previous 58th Emmy Award Show for my outstanding achievement in the industry. I even knocked out Masi Oka of Heroes for the record.” (E! entertainment, 2006). Now that’s a sucker and a loser talking. Back to reality, why is it that, when as soon as there’s an assignment given out, the books relating to the assignment topic will be wiped out an hour later from the library. Some even took 5-7 books along with them and left the desperate one’s suffering for sources. Be considerate people! Lucky for me I managed to borrow a copy of one of the golden books that everyone’s been hunting for, and I’m renting it for $35 an hour. Desperate measures, money is not a matter. Lastly, to all the families and relatives of Pg Hashim bin Pg Ahmad & Raden Mas Siti Hasanah bte Raden Mas Hanafi, it was great meeting up with you all at the gathering and also giving me the opportunity to acknowledge my long lost cousins. Sorry I don’t have time to post up pictures on it but there’s coverage on Kate Yamin’s site. And also wishing JIMBO a happy birthday today. May Allah bless you. That’s it for now and I’ll be on and off with updating for the time being. Have a great day and stay stress-free!

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The perfect setting in the coffee house was not a resemblance to a perfect meeting that I had with my friend a while ago. She has just arrived from the far Europe, getting her feet back to her hometown for the festive season. Her arrival was half-an-hour later than to what I was expecting, and this time, it’s no Beemer she’s riding with. She was chauffeured in her Rolls Royce Phantom that made my jaw wide open for a good ten seconds. It was those flawless legs that first appeared as the rear doors automatically opened, followed by what I should describe as an extreme makeover. To what was only plain t’s with jeans or simply baju kurong, is now replaced with tights complemented with short skirts, the shoulder-length-curls, not to forget the heels and a bad taste of make-up combination. “Let’s go” was her choice of gesture after not meeting for a long time; I was standing by the coffee house at that point. The major physical transformation has sent a thousand questions to my brain of which I dared not to confront her directly. Our conversation started off quite well but it got derailed not long after that. Her conversation was now up to a point that I’m fed up of hearing them and it made me wanna smack her head with those heels. It was those kind of talks which bears the subject of ‘whatever, I’m rich!’ Another thing that I did notice but wouldn’t say a word about it is that how annoying she was to fondle around with her Prada phone pouch a million times in front of me. It’s that annoying until I know what brand, colour and texture it is! Maybe it’s her way of sending out a signal that it’s time to compliment her toys. But a gentleman wouldn’t do that bitch. Plus she’s acting more like a Diva. It’s catastrophic to have a combination of diva and a bitch. The show-off and the no-response-reaction may have ignited a fire. She called off the meeting and it was barely 15mins that we both sat. Out she goes, screaming and yelling out for her chauffer, which could be heard over a mile away. That created some attention and I guess that’s what she wanted for her grand-exit. A crowd looking over to her and was picked up by a Phantom. That’s way extravagant than Cinderella. There was I, ditched by a Diva bitch, of which it felt better not having to listen to her my-handbag’s a Prada talks. I took a sip of my coffee and headed for the exit. A loud “beep” was echoing around me and I walked in circles looking for it till I was almost hit by a car. This gave me a sudden shock and opened my eyes. I was on my bed, the “beep” was my phone ringing out a text-message, and to only realize that it was only a dream nightmare. What’s ironic is that the text message I received was sent by the Diva bitch in my dreams and I was still stoned reading her text. Gave her an irrelevant reply of my nightmare and seconds later, the Diva called me asking what the hell happened. Well at least she greeted me with “good morning” and not some diva greets. To broaden your imagination, she was carrying Paris Hilton’s attitude in my dreams. See how bitchy is that!

By the way, I’ll reveal the subject in this story in a vague way. She’s known to be carrying the title of ‘Pink&Prada’ but I think it needs some amendment now, “Diva Prada” is the new her.

P/s. sorry jimbo for the blog post title as I’ve copied it from your blog title. It suits this post best and the Diva agreed with me too! Haha.

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I’ve nothing to talk about actually. Let’s see how we could roll this up in an interesting way, if there’s any. Five things I intend to do this week:

1. Eat as much kueh raya as possible and to also stuff myself with rendang's, satay's and other "open house" delicacies. I've had hafiz's superlicious buffet already y'day evening and if only he offered me "tapau!" hahahh kidding fiz.

2. Get a hair-cut to switch off that ''is-he-sick'' looks.

3. Not to skip lectures for open house invitations

4. To investigate whether or not Bibi & Liyana lives in the Silent hill, a land where there's nobody else but only them. Freaky.

5. To buy a Porsche Cayenne Turbo. Cash.

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Anyway, check this out.

If you can't read them, it says "hi. Instead of giving you all a power point presentation, I'm just going to show you my penis. Love, hugh.

I found this on the projector booking list for the upcoming presentation. Surprised? If you are then you're considered dull! If you're not surprised, then most likely you're a perv. So where do you stand? haha

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Presenting Wafiy(guitarist & lead singer), M.Hilmany(background singer), Monah(beach dancer) & Jimmy(#1 fan).
Date recorded: long time ago.

Hahahh this is so funny, really, very funny! Cheers to Monah for the moves. Jimmy on the other hand is so camera shy but behind the scene, he's wild! Credits to Mas for slipping this video into my external drive.

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Here's a forwarded article extracted from my mailbox, thanks to Marwan for spreading it. Even the best fall down sometime, let alone this ungrateful restaurant owner who’s only into profits regardless it's very unethical of him to do so. You idiot paloi inda besyukur! Restaurant policies your ass! I’m going to spread this like wild fire.

Anyone who has any sort of knowledge about the name and location of this restaurant, pls leave it on the tag board. Thank you. It's Wecan Restaurant. Found it eventually.

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• Immersing your body in a Jacuzzi hot tub makes it weightless relieving pressure on bones and joints. The soothing warm water and massage invigorates the skin and increases blood circulation by dilating blood vessels. The increase of oxygen to the skin's surface results in an overall soothing and relaxing experience for the whole body.

• A Jacuzzi hot tub bathe relaxes the body and promotes good sleep.

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If there were any heartless individual in my tutorial, that guy would’ve been beaten up bad verbally. He has this rather thick-British-Australian accent while delivering his presentation. I forgive you if it’s the way you talk but you sound so fake. Here’s a check-list of why I think it’s fake. He looks pure Malay; I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a kedayan accent instead. Then, that was the first time I’ve ever heard him talk with that thick accent. Lastly, even if he used to live in the UK for a great number of years, there’s no need to bring back the accent if you can’t sound it properly. That was the most agonizing moment throughout the lesson as I have to divert my thinking so that I wouldn’t laugh, and so I started counting sheep in my head. Almost 90% of the class has this I-wanna-laugh-but-I-can’t smile drawn on their faces including the lecturer himself who was beside me. We were being extremely polite. It doesn’t end there, that guy kept on looking at my row during me Q&A session with his thick accent still alive. “hav I mayd mioyself cle-ar ohn this prsssentashion? an-nie quoes-tionz yuw wanna ars?” Translated in simple English as “have I made myself clear on this presentation? Any questions you wanna ask?” And stop looking at me or I’ll ask you “are you from the Great Britain as well brotha?” **with my thick-fake-Scottish accent** Maybe he was curious to why I’m smiling most of the time that made him look at me, or am I just too irresistible not to be looked at? Haha. On the other hand, I did really bad for my test earlier this afternoon, I think. Policy implementation doesn’t seem to work well with me.

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