..hickory dickory dock..

I just want to be with you.

..My Twilight Zone..

Whenever it occur for me to talk with some uncle or aunty, the socially awkward me will always sort of choke, which means I dont know what the fuck should I say or mutter about. How about the weather. No? How about their children. No this makes me sound like a perv or someone desperate to marry their daughter.

It is sad to know how many times I can relate to this meme.

And suddenly, this came to my head.

Hey it reminds me from my time at Disneyland Paris, where we entered the Tower of Terror. Ha. That was a fun experience. But meeting some other people's parents? No.

Hey well. It seems like nowadays I somehow have one....But thats a story for another time.

..An Angry Man..

The snow just would not stop coming down. Then again, this is Moscow. After the rewiring of my room a couple of weeks ago, the room seems more spacious, all the junks have been thrown away. We sort of rearranged the furniture a bit, so it became bearable. Frankly, I like it. We still have our personal space though, and now we have a proper pantry thingy space, where we can put out periuk, kuali, belanga and all sorts. So far so good. 

The hostel still sucks though. We paid a fortune, then they make such a fuss about repairing our lifts, pipes and all. They think we live here for free? The stereotype must be true. Russians are lazy. Very lazy. There. I said it. They work from 11 to 5pm. Like what the heck. They take endless breaks in between that. Drinking tea, eating biscuits, smoking and whatnot. And then they act high and mighty as if they are the greatest civilization in the world. Hello. Look at the europeans, the japanese, the germans. I never heard stories of them being rude to people from other countries. Even getting visas to enter Russia is a hassle. You think we really wanna stay here forever. I cant believe I lived here for 7 years.

My awesome jamban.

..Pretty Little Liars..

 Isnt she just adorable? And deadly too. I have my own version.

1 year has passed me by, and I'm currently in my 6th year of studies, and my 7th year of living in Moscow. My summer holidays was a bunch of mixed experience, but I guessed you could've just known that from viewing through my facebook albums and its many pictures. Only this time, I spent more time with the dudes, spending quality bromance time, to tell it more bluntly. I'm bitterly frustrated at not getting to be my mate Syamil's best man, as the wedding was postponed for a week after I was gone to Moscow. Sad, but he kinda promised to be my best man anytime soon. Weird. Arent married people not supposed to be best man? lol I'm not too sure about that anyway. Plus in any case, I got so many people on my mind on who is going to be my best dude. But lets not talk about it yet now shall we? =)

My only regret was not getting to see her for the last time before I flew away to Moscow. I thought she was already back from kampung when the day comes for me to fly but I was mistaken. Maybe the next time I'll see her again next year, she'll be married to some douche bag who doesn't know how to appreciate her as she is. Which is my biggest regret really. But you know, shit like these happens. It hurts me the most because she was my first, which in all respect I should have forgotten about her by now after almost 8 years. But she has this thing, like an invisible chain around my neck, with her sympathetic stories and such, and I'm such a sucker for that. But the marrying thing is normal I suppose. Most of my crushes and scandals *coughs* are already married or currently engaged. Good for them, since we are already 25 years old, and not 25 years young. Get it? =D

Moscow greeted me with her typical cold and harshness when I arrived at the Domodedovo International Airport by Emirates Airlines. I got ripped by fucking airport taxi, but that was to be expected. The lecturers were nice and negotiable for the first few cycles, so there were no problems for me. I moved to another room, since Hanhebat already graduated and I fear that some stinky caucasian guy will come and live with me, so I went to Shazli and Prem's room instead for refuge. The first few days was abit hard trying to rearrange my stuffs and the things Hanhebat left behind, so I took a couple of day to readjust to my new surroundings. I like the new room, its cosy, I live with 2 other people, so I suppose I will talk much more rather than just with 1 dude like Hanhebat lol.

..Sunday slumber..

I couldn’t sleep just now. Maybe because my stomach was still full after sahur, maybe because I watched an episode of Criminal Minds, maybe because I just had iced coffee. Seems that there has been a lot of contributing factors. Whatever. Time just happened to pass by. People come and go. Me, I’ve been lucky that I always had a bunch of friends when I needed them. I am what people call, an introverted kind of person, someone who seems passive, not overwhelming, and seemingly not friendly. I don’t need to be. I have the best bunch of buddies that I need.

Hanhebat was an awesome friend and roommate, smart, athletic, good sense of dress, damn tall for a Malay, had just graduated and has finally now found his significant other. On the other side of things, he seemed disinterested in attending mundane functions, doesn’t do much of getting out of the room, doesn’t do things out of the ordinary, but basically if that certain activity doesn’t involve much of his buddies, he couldn’t care less. Pretty much sounds like me, haha but I’d like to think that I’m much more of an outdoor person than he is.

So that’s one of the example of my friends. We tend to choose friends that we can relate to, who can just hear patiently to whatever crap we talk about. Its never a question of how many friends we have, it’s the matter of quality. I always think I have the best bunch of buddies in the world, who shapes me to what I am today. Granted, I don’t have a significant other, but that special someone would someday appear in front me. Don’t get me wrong, we do have to work to get what we want, so I’m just saying that out of context. Whats wrong with being choosy right? I think I’m a swell guy by the way hehe :D

Anyway, that’s not what I’m concentrating for at the moment. In about less than a year’s time, I’m about to graduate and enter the life of a mundane government worker. Government worker eh, doesn’t sound too bad, except for the part where I have to work 90 hours a week. All the big names and old doctors says that we complain for working too much, whereas when they were in their youth, they work more hours than today’s fresh grads. But personally for me, the mentality has changed much now. People used to respect the work and professions of others, respect them for what they are doing, be it teachers, doctors, policemen. They appreciate that these guys are working hard, giving all they’ve got. How about now? Do they even stop and think, appreciate? All they know is , complaining and complaining, and trying to find the bad in everything we do. A little appreciation and acknowledgement goes a long way you know, it never hurts. Parents who scolds teachers for smacking their kids, while actually the brats were at fault. Relatives or patients who cannot understand why somehow the doctors look lackadaisical and uninterested in doing their job right. Come on, just stop and think.

Yeah I think it’s the coffee. Bloody hell. Oh well, good morning, Sunday.

..Incompetence..

Oh yeah RMSA? Shutting this down? Really mature. I know that some of the committee really gave their all and such, but heck, since the current one isn't abolished yet, why shutting down the website? For example, I really need to check on some things dammit. Would you guys be responsible for that? Want to pay the visa shtraf for me if you are so kind?

..Playing in Winter..

Its April, and there's still snow. I'm tired of complaining about the weather, so I'll just let it slide. I like to think of it as God's judgement to all those rude and selfish Russians, who treats foreigners very badly.



I had a very bad day yesterday. Granted, it was fun playing with the uni team on a proper football field. I was shortlisted as one of the players, so I went to our first training in the cold. As we reached there, it just happens that it was raining. At first it was moderate, then all hell broke loose. Knowing that I would have no grip whatsoever if I just used my futsal shoes, I went with Dinie to buy new and proper football boots the day before, such was my excitement :D

So I bought these bad boys.

Not really my first choice or my cup of tea, but it was desperate times. Its quite cheap for Puma shoes, as I got a 50% discount. I was quite excited as it has been literally years since I wear proper football boots and play on a football field. The place where we played was very far from our hostel though. It takes about 1 hour by the metro to reach there.

This metro station is named after the Soviet guy who commissioned the killing of Russia's last imperial family.

It was fun playing there, but I personally think that I've let myself down. The boots were great, no doubt, its just that I haven't really settle myself when playing yesterday. I didn't make a single tackle. I managed to assist a goal, planted a header from a corner kick against the bar, but apart from that, I just missed so many balls. Misjudgement of the ball, out of position, although I was only out of position just because I wanted to help the guys, because I think they weren't really penetrative enough. Anyway, seeing other guys in my playing position doing rather well kind of dampens me. Alas, I want to do damn well when the next training comes, and by that time, I want to teach the wingers or attackers a lesson :)

..Tegar..

..the Green Pigs got us..

It wasn't meant to be. After going through everything from getting the nod of all players, rushing to beat everyone to get the borang, we limped out of the tournament. Even from the start, things were a bit dodgy. I decided to let Hanhebat be the captain because as a final year student here, I thought maybe he can gain some final glory on the court. He rejected Toh's Saints team for ours, and there was a great difference. Saints bowed out without even getting a point in the group stage, while we, Angry Birds, could at least held our head up high by gaining a creditable point against the purple wearing Belacan M1 team.

We just had to be the first team to start the match. Our group stage isnt very fair to say the least. Theres another M1 team called Kaki Bangku and a group of MAI juniors team. First of all, that red Adidas Sala futsal ball sucks, and it bounced all over us. I honestly thought we could get a win over Belacan but all of us were not used to that fucking ball. We conceded our first goal unfortunately when I let Mok handle a long bouncing ball that just went over him and an opponent which then surprised our keeper Dinie. The ball then had an unfortunate deflection and went in. Determined, we attacked them. I even went in a one-on-one situation from a wonderful pass from Hadi, but I am a defender by trade, with no composure, thus I blasted it away. As the game progressed, Shazli got us a goal back and our pride were intact. From a Hadi knock down, I rushed to get to the ball. As the ball was bouncing awkwardly, I saw a Belacan guy was going for the ball and I thought, the fucker surely wants to use his foot to get this ball at this height, so I purposely threw my body forwards and got a light kick from him near my xyphoid process, as I clutched my chest and went down. It wasnt really hurtful because I knew the guy was taking back away his kick, and I appreciated that.

The second game was against an M1 all star team with their president Suzuan and some other guy who Hanhebat doesn't like :p We had some trouble containing their pace as they sprayed their passes around. We never really had possession as they kept on pressing, even their defenders went up high. I think I could contain Suzuan a bit well, what with his pace and creativity, I just restricted him to the flanks and accidentally kicked his ankle while clearing away a ball from him. But he seemed okay. I think as a nifty little player, he got used to such careful attention from defenders. Hadi got us a goal but we went down 2-1. Sad.

The final game was the final straw. I think most of us are all tired, even me. We couldn't match the MAI team's game-play. And for the first time that day, I was rested and Mok started the game alongside Hanhebat in defense. Catastrophe followed when MAI attacked us relentlessly and gained a 2-0 scoreline. They have the upper-hand. I tried to bring us back with helping the attack but in doing so, we were exposed at the back, which I already told Hanhebat when we started the second half. I wanted to go all out and help the guys, giving them options with my constant running and whatnot. This in turn gave Dinie and Hanhebat headaches with the quick pace of the MAI players. At time I had no choice but to foul some guys in the process. Hanhebat even had his own version of a futsal version of wrestling clothesline when he blocked 2 strikers in one move. Awesome. Then we were out of the tournament, this time losing 3-0.

The grouping stage was very tough, and I think those MAI and Kaki Bangku team that went through deserved to go further, because I felt our Angry Birds team was only at the standard of Romanian or Danish teams in the Europa League. Get it? They were not miles before us, its just that they had class. They're like the Atletico Madrid or Juventus compared to us. On the bright side, all of us had ample playing time, we got a creditable draw, and next team we could watch futsal while eating lots of food during the knock out stages, while they have to battle it out, heheheh.

So Angry Birds, I'm proud of you guys, stay angry, and slay those pigs! xD

..Secrets..

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect line
Don’t care if critics never jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away

..What You Know..

And I can tell just what you want
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone
And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time
Yeah, you've known it the whole time

..il diavolo...

Having more than just a say with Milan old timer.

Gennaro Gattuso. What can I say? Macho la this guy. Not so much skillful, just with his attitude, passion and workrate. But perhaps getting riled up by a 59 year old Scotsman is not a good idea. Its good television though.

..lets makan..

After a tiring futsal session, ended at around 11.30pm, which I am actually pissed off with the rather lackluster performance of some of my teammates, I rewarded myself with a healthy dose of dinner, at 1.30am. Yes, my biological clock is now fucked up, and I really want to wake up early during these study weeks, but the earliest that I could was at 10am. Without using an alarm clock mind you. So hey, lets see what I have in my camera.

Nasi Goreng Paprik.

Awesome chocolate cake. This was at Starbucks some time ago.

Chocolate donut, large fries, fish burger and medium orange fanta, after coming back from class.

..Gadoh..

I rarely indulge in watching independent or indie movies, let alone a Malaysian one. But this is a rare gem. In fact, it was just one of the few movies that kept me literally at my seat, watching it with intend, while waiting for the story to gather pace. Gadoh is a classic story about teenage angst and confusion, caused by raging hormones and difficult upbringings. This movies just shouts straight at your face really, what the Malays and Chinese think about each other. In the end, we are all the Malaysian race. Well I can't really write a synopsis very well, its up to you guys to watch and judge. But its a real eye opener for me :)

Gadoh from Pusat KOMAS on Vimeo.

...dream within a dream..

Ahh..such nice dreams I had yesterday. Couldn't really remember what, because its a dream, I was just suddenly in the middle of it, sort of like Inception. I really like that movie, because in some way, it makes sense. In some way lah.

Zero gravity fight scene is awesome!

Have been paying people to cook for me for this month, but unfortunately they will not take any orders anymore starting from December, because you know, class finally caught on to them, and they have lots of things to do. I can understand, we have only 1 month or so left before our winter exams, and we need time to prepare and study. So I have to start cooking again, and so my random pick of cuisine will start again. Sambal telur, kurma telur, sambal seafood campur, telur masak kicap. I'm lazy. But I need to eat nasi and lauk berkuah somehow, and I don't really like eating out. Bukannya kenyang pun, and always its not really worth it.

Therapy class was killing me. It still is! I had stress for 2 whole weeks.

Its finally weekend, and finally I can blog something. Well, I'm gonna watch Toy Story 3 now since I'm already up. Oh, random fact, I actually am ok with horror movies, I just don't like the part when they cut the limbs or korek mata or eating someone's shit continually (The Human Centipede). I don't, ok >;( Here's to a good weekend.

..bad day..

My standard football ritual.

Awesome during training.

Like a dumbass when playing in front of a huge crowd. Again and again.

Sorry guys. This will definitely be the last time.