..hickory dickory dock..

I just want to be with you.

..running man..

Its near the PKNS Complex. You cant miss it.

There's a local McD joint too. I dont know where's the logic in that.

Its ok lah...

Azzam, me and Amir playing futsal in the good old days.

So, I try to go jogging every now and then, whenever I have free time in the afternoon, or when its not raining. Usually I go by 5.30pm and went back home by 6.30-6.45pm, as to not hit the traffic. I've been running aimlessly, but I thought of setting a target now. Well I dont know how far the jogging path goes at this place, Taman Tasik Cempaka, I just make a huge circle and set my time. 

So for yesterday, I clocked, 10 minutes 20 seconds for my first lap.

9 minutes 48 seconds for my second lap.

And today I did an 8 minutes 50 seconds for my first lap.

9 minutes 16 seconds for my second lap.

Yeahh..I cant do more than 2 laps currently. Anyway I think I have a target now. I need to do my laps just nice, into the 9 minutes zone, not too fast, not too slow, yes?

..Azzam & Iylia..

Mak aih serabutnya aku.

Dr Sufrin, Tan Sri Dr Prem Nasir, le humble me.

Lauk sedap weh. Dol tambah 3 kali.

Dato Dr Peter Wong, Ketua BN bahagian Ipoh.

Nenek bagi minum air zamzam untuk Azzam.

Robot robotic me.

Senyum sokmo. Yo dude bukak la mata (joke never gets old).

The cavalry from M2, Moscow. Plus Aishah.

Oppa Azzam style.

Yesterday was my time to be the pengapit (best man) for my friend Azzam again. This time at his house in Proton City, Tanjung Malim. Last week was his wife's at Bangi Golf Resort. Azzam is one of my good friends in Moscow, plus he's been my roomate for 3 years I think. He sleeps a lot, plays futsal, shops at Topman, travels, you know, what any scholarship student would do, enjoying the fruits of life. Somewhat of a skema dude, he almost never skips class and always does his exams on time. A nice guy, but an absolute beast when he plays futsal haha...As a defender, always tackles hard, makan daging, and relish any physical challenge. But sometimes I nutmeg him from time to time because he has such long legs haha..

Anyway, I have no business whatsoever in this wedding business, and all I ever did was only coming to eat and chat and go back home. It was really lonely for me during his wife's occasion because I think I was his only friend who came, well to be fair it was Iylia's place. Anyway for his occasion, I drove the dudes with my trusty old Toyota Corolla, fetching Botak from Serdang, Dol from Bangsar and Shazli from Ampang. I was afraid of arriving there late so I pushed my dear old Tommy around 120 to 130kmh. Bergegar-gegar kereta aku hahahah plus it wasnt used to have full capacity of passengers. Arrived there safely around 11.30am with about 50minutes to 1 hour journey from Ampang, I guess? Screw the speed trapz. I'm not getting late for my best friend's wedding.

Aishah was the pengapit again this time. Looks like the same dress from last week..no? Haha anyway she's a nice person. It was so bloody hot and me and Aishah have to hold umbrellas over the pengantin's head. Azzam dah la tinggi gila weii. I really hope they dont show my sweaty armpits in the photos haha. Then it was the bersanding time. Big deal. Just have to kipas Azzam with this fancy little fan. Then his auntie gave me a tissue paper. I was like what the heck what am I to do about this. Oh kena lap peluh Azzam rupanya. So I did la a bit the I gave him the tissue suruh dia lap sendiri lol I aint touching a bro's face.

Interesting bit before the Azzam and Iylia was allowed to pass through. There was a water giving ceremony which they presented a glass of water to Azzam's grandma. I think its maybe a chinese custom. If I'm not mistaken she's a chinese muslim. A bit weird, but its alright.

Drove back home with the boys. They all slept in my car while I was driving..

Congratulations to your wedding Azzam and Iylia!

..Payphone..

 RNRMU convocation at PICC, Putrajaya. A simple, yet perfect occasion.

 My mum's house in Tangkak, Muar, Johor. Just a few days before raya. It was gotong royong time. Mum's siblings from KL came home to do some cleaning.

 Ribena. Instant energy for me.

Quite modest baju raya for this year. Simple does it for me :)

..Heart Shaped Box..

Why does women want to marry, or push a guy so much to marry her as fast as possible? Here are some of my thoughts :


1. Been in a relationship for too long. Logically, marrying is the finish line.

2. Peer pressure. Seeing friends marrying their sweethearts one by one is heart wrenching.

3. Tired of being in so many failed relationships. Just want to get it done with.

4. The age factor. Family and friends are starting to ask questions.

5. Too tired with the single life, and want to have someone to share their problems with.

6. Afraid that with age, comes multiple complications when trying to conceive children.

7. Doesnt trust the boyfriend can be loyal to her at his workplace.

8. Doesnt trust herself can stay loyal come a better person in her life.

9. Boyfriend with a lackadaisical attitude and just waiting for her to make decisions.

For me marriage is a big thing. And as much as I am just a nobody now, I do sometimes think of marriage. But as a guy, the responsibilities are so big these days. The expectations of in-laws. The worrying that my parents are taking it hard to accept her as a daughter. What am I going to feed her. Am I pious enough to guide her in her life as an imam. Can we make this marriage last and prosper. Will she continue to love me or will I continue to love her.

There is just, so many things.

I just want to work first, and then be more confident in things.

What I can do now, is just to make her happy as she wants, give her everything I got (not money la), and be there when she needs me. She may not be the one for me, as I may not be for her, but for now, we are what we have for each other. It takes time. But now that I'm here, I'm going to do all I can.

..Paradise..

For the first time in my life, there's a traffic jam just near my house towards Petronas and Mutiara Bangi. What the hell happened to my good old peaceful Bangi hometown? To be fair, this was during Ramadhan, so everyone was either rushing to go back home from work or going to the bazar ramadhan. Talking about bazar ramadhan the things that pisses me off are mostly the price and the spoiled kuih I got. WTF. Why sell the kuih if you can test or smell it yourself that they're already spoiled? Do you want everyone to get sick or sue you? Seriously, they need to step up. I somehow feel that the bazar standard has gone down over the years.

 Good thing Shazli lives in Ampang, so thats not so far away from my home. So we kinda can lepak-lepak together lah. But he's going on a eurotrip with his sisters for a month in 3 days time, so I'm gonna be forever alone for awhile, with no one to bromance with, hehe.

This is the One Utama surau, the other one which lies on the Ground floor I think? Of the building this big and glorious, to built just this modest and small surau kind of breaks my heart. But hey, its clean, and we have a place to pray, so lets just not take this for granted. Usually I use this surau when I come here after office hours, so theres almost no one there and its kinda scary, because this surau lies just beside the One Utama parking lot, and there has been many a few cases of crime at the One Utama parking lot. So people, always be careful.

 Its been awhile since I had a proper Cornetto. Now almost 2 or 3 days I eat one hahaha nyumm~

 This place is recommended by Botak who says that this is the best mamak in town and around Malaysia. Fair to him, the place is not bad, clean, peaceful, good area, wide arrays of menu and competitive prices. When Botak says its good, you bet your ass that the food is good, because he's a pretty good and bad ass food reviewer and chef himself. We ate here for berbuka puasa (no, I wont use iftar) after me, Botak and Shazli had our pre-HO course at the Cyberjaya University College of Medical Sciences. The place is called Maulana Food Court and is situated in Serdang or Seri Kembangan, wherever that is, just near Botak's house actually.

Here is Botak with the restaurant's special, mi goreng Prem hahahaha just kidding, mi goreng mamak, with chunks of ayam goreng rempah. It looks good, and it tasted good too.

Me and Shazli had beriani kambing and it was worth every penny. Lots of beriani rice, with the smooth and tasty texture of the kambing, it was really mouth watering. Especially since we are breaking our fast at the time. Teh o ais was the perfect complement for it. I think so la.

This Sutun story actually how many times are going to be aired on TV? I really hope one day this sotong guy will play a serious macho and manly type.

..the Eagle Has Landed..

I'm finally back home in Malaysia. Same old same old. The only difference is, I dont have to go back to Russia again, after 7 years of getting cranky with the weather and the people. I finally graduated from med school. Personally speaking, I dont prefer people calling me doctor or me myself introducing myself as one until I officially finish my housemanship. 

My parents came all the way to Moscow to watch my convocation, I dont know how proud they were, but as long as I can make them happy, that is all I care about. Afterwards we went to an impromptu eurotrip, a couple of days here and there. We went to our old place Leuven, in Belgium and to London. The weather initially was ok, but then, in typical British fashion, the heavens opened and it rained a lot in London.

So I arrived in KLIA without much fanfare. Nobody was there to fetch me save for an MO from my dad's department who is studying for masters in neurosurgery. Apparently my mum and sis had to go to Hotel Maya in KL for a surprise party for my dad, which was initiated by his department. He was shocked to see me already here in KL, so it was a double surprise for him.

What makes me sad was, I was all alone from my hostel in Moscow, to the airport in Domodedovo, to Dubai and to KL. I dont know anyone on the flight, and yes, it was kinda sad and lonely, for my final trip back home from Moscow.

Anyway, here I am, and I intend to savor all my free time before I start working as a slave for the people :p

After my very last exam. Excited!

Anything looks good on me! :p

My groupmates. 2 dudes are missing.

My pillars of strength.

My sister's friend @ OL of the day :D

Me and Azzam's bff, Dol flying about in front of VDNKh.

I'm getting the hell out of Moscow people! :)