mine and mine alone…

i dont know why im writing this blog, still i felt the strong urge inside to talk about somthing (though i believe noone wud read it)..i dont know how to start, so basically what i write comes truly from  my heart and what’s on my mind..i live in kl and for all my live ive never really liked klantan people(klantanese we call them)..or just let me start on how i felt towards them when i first stayed in hostel..it was jasin…mrsm jasin to be exact..there i had to live with people from all over malaysia(none from east malaysia as far as im concerned)..but there was a great many lads from pantai timur (eastcoast ek??) and most of them wer from t’ganu..why am i talking bout tganu instead of klantan…ok, i’ll go str8 to the klantanese…though they were not big in number but stilli their presence was obvious…bcoz of their ke’assobiyah’an.. they only got along with klantan people and those who can can converse in their dialect..so they were being so as-sobiyah(do i spell it correctly)..and that just made me ‘not really like’ them even more…i even called them names…by time, i made frens with them too, accepting what they are(some of them baik jugak)…like the saying la..dalam setandan pisang, takkan ar sumernyer busuk..some of u might say "what the hell is this guy trying to say"…so untill now, the thought bout klantanese being assobiyah still lingers inside my head..nothing can change that..i believe they know well of what i speak, and i never understand why…after jasin, i went to McS(kolej mara seremban)..there, as usual klantans being assobiyah and they were like trying to announce it to everybody of who they are and how proud they are being klantanese…im not writting this to provoke or to criticize any puak or group of people…while i’ve been talking mostly bout their negative side..there are some things that i think worth knowing bout them…in fact, there are too many…let me state an example of a klantan guy who impressed me so much..his name is raja something..(i dont remember lak)..he came to jasin once to give motivational talks…there, he told us bout his life, the hardship he had to wade thru…how he had to live thru poverty, and so many things that came in his way 2wards success…but still he strived..kept on working so hard…and eventually  he is now a successful person…he can now tell the world with wide-opened chest how he has succeeded…he is a really great man…despite his imperfection (he was handicaped)..tabik spring kat dia…there was another klantan guy…i heard the story of him from one of my closest frens at McS..his name is halim yazid..before i knew bout his stories..i first heard the song he wrote called ‘pesey mok’(pesan mak/mom’s advices)….to me the song is so inspiring, motivating, unique and all…im just lost of words to describe the song…though at first u may laugh hearing it, but when u go thru the lyric, it bears wonderful words of wisdom, advices…i tells about how we(as if im a klantanese too) have to strive towards betterness,bout realizing who we are..and never forget from where we cme from..and bout how wonderfully unique we(klantanese…i dont care, im a ‘celup’ klantan now) are..u just have to hear it urself then only u’ll understand of what i speak…then my fren tu told me lar bout halim yazid and about his life and how he is now a very successful person…it just made me realize that they really are special in their own way…they really do have somthing to be proud of…and i think if i were to live with klantanese(s), it’l just do me well.. coz believe me or not, i like them now despite their ke’assobiyah’an…hahaha….i think its long enuf…hahaha…what i write is for meand for me only…and like i care if noone reads it pun…hahahah….babai

the lab com im in writing(ot typing) this is bangang ler…i’ve typed so long yesterday but i din have enuf time, so i saved it in one of the folders here in the pc, tapi tadi when i wanted to open the file that ive saved semalam, it’s gone…so i’ll have to start  it all over again…a few nites ago my frens and i went for shisha and snuker…(it was my 1st time on shisha, ive never tried it before…hehe)…an incident happened..and sad to say, i caused it..haha…at one conner of the building where we had our shisa(me with nizam, matyer, boy and miji)…there was a some kind of caraoke booth la…where people pay to sing their request song…i cudnt help to bother when i heard  the song "radja - takkan melupakanmu" (hey, its a brilliant indon song)…the one who was singing sounded exactly like the band radja, so i was wondering if it was really sung live by someone whose voice resembles radja, or it was only the recordings…i cudnt see the booth directly as my view was blocked by a huge bush before me…so i tried so lift myself a lil for a clearer view…in my effort to stand, i had to shift my weight on one side of the table, resulting the other site to rise(the table was so unstable)…and the shisha sitting on it fell…(by this, i mean the whole thing fell, the "dapur" and everything)..the coals on top of the shisha which was stil burning scattered and some of them fell on matyer and boy…not any part of them, but on their private parts (literally la, they wore pants of coz)..and i heard one of them said "masak telur aku"…as 4 me of coz, i was so ashamed(not that i did it on purpose, it was an accident ok)…and everybody was like looking at us…but let me tell u something, they realy are frens worth being frens with…though they know(i think they know ar)..i was the one to blame for that nite incident, but they never blamed me…haha…i just dont know why whenever im enjoying something with my frens, there wud be something bad happening…like the shisha thing…and there was one more when i played soccer yesterday…i was playing well(i reckon better than my prev games)…and everything seemed to go well for me, tapi at the end, something bad did happen…i was after the ball, then afiq came and we collided(do i spell it rite?)…and that poor lil creature(afiq kechik yg suker tido lam kelas)…hit my ritght shin and fell..(haha, my shin is tough, i tell u)…im not sure if im the one who ought to be blamed, tapi in this case, i had no injuries whatsoever…tapi budak kechik tu cried in pain..so i felt kind of guilty la jugak…so u see, though u might have expected something to go well as u’ve seen its wonderful or excellent start, tapi we never know what lies in the future…and i guess thats just how it’s always been…oops, im late oredy for my lunch…write again later…hoho…chiow!!