Cor blimey! Is Oxford, THAT BAD? Well, before that, are there any Oxford (or Cambridge) hopefuls reading my blog? Perhaps not. Truth is, Oxford isn’t as bad as THAT. Maybe i’m exaggerating. As far as i remember, I spent this term skipping lectures, watching movies, playing video games, doing a bit of rowing, handing in crap essays, and generally having a good time. Not really stressful,is it? So seriously, if you have good time management, it won’t be THAT bad. Unlike me, of course. Procrastinating at Oxford will come to bite you in the ass like a rabid rottweiler. Heheh

Regardless, i’m genuinely glad its the holidays. December, the month of festivities and celebration! Most of you would probably think of Christmas, but lets not forget Eid Aidil-Adha Mubarak tomorrow! (of the time of writing) 

So, whats this post actually about? A mish-mash of random stuff I find interesting really. Things I can’t really be arsed to write a single blog post about, but of course, deserves mention. Enjoy!

The return of ESQ???!!

Before us scholars of PNB were allowed to fly off, we were made to go through a series of ‘pre-departure’ programs to prepare us physically, mentally, and spiritually. Now while some would complain of the crappiness of it all, I thought it was all pretty fun and useful. Outward Bound School taught me the meaning of perseverance, BTN camp taught me to be a patriot (sort of..haha :p), while Kem Rohani enabled me to get in touch with my spiritual side. All the while I had a great time. And then, there was ESQ.

ESQ stood for Emotional, Spiritual, Quotient. It was a motivational program that originated from Indonesia. It was…how shall I put it….a very, ‘different’, experience. PNB scholars would of course relate to this immediately. It involved a lot of singing, dancing, and some pretty weird exercises. This cheerful man is the brains behind the whole thing.

Pak Ary Ginanjar Agustian

Before I go on, though, DON’T GET ME WRONG! ESQ is a GREAT idea. Using the 5 pillars of Islam and 6 pillars of faith as a way to motivate is a brilliant method. The problem lies with the EXECUTION. Maybe they should cut down on the dancing and the weird exercises. What exactly am I talking about? You have to experience it for yourself, really. That, or you could ask any of the PNB scholars (and plenty of others who’ve gone through it). I guess my portrayal of it is rather unfair. Suffice to say, the whole program made me feel like a little kid. It was as if I had joined kindergarten again. Seriously. The songs. The singing. The ‘cute’ mascot. The extraordinary exercises and chanting. But I guess it wasn’t that bad. I mean, i’m just 20. I could still afford to be a little childish. But then, one day, while I was skyping with my Dad, something shocked me beyond belief.

Do you see what THAT is? An ESQ card! My Dad has joined the ESQ Alumni! Holy crap! I asked him, “Did you do all the dancing, singing, and stuff?” And yeah, he did. Apparently even 47 year-olds are not spared from ESQ. I don’t know why his employer (JKR) thought they had to send him there. Jeezlaweez. And I thought I had it bad. Thing is though, my dad enjoyed it. Well,i think he did, if this picture is anything to go by.

Remember this? Jujur, jujur, jujur! Haha :p

I didn’t ask for it, but my dad was showing me the hand signal for ‘jujur’ (honesty). ESQ espoused seven positive characteristics (if I remember correctly). For each characteristic, there was a hand signal. My Dad would later go on to show amanah, kerjasama, and gigih hand-signals. He remembered all seven! Haha! Oh dear. But wait.

Later I got to thinking; maybe there is a reason they presented the whole program in such a supposedly childish way. You know, nowadays, guys especially, we all control-macho & shit. Yeah, but why should we? Controlling macho (or cun, for girls) is actually a sign of arrogance. It’s thinking, “I’m too good for this shit. I’m BETTER than this crap.” Maybe, by doing it in such a format, we’re forced to shed our arrogance and accept humility. We’re all born the same as humans, with everyone equal in the eyes of God. In that sense, ESQ’s execution is not only not weird, it’s actually PERFECT. Cor blimey.

(Damn, I’m good! Alright ESQ, I’ve given you your defense, now where’s my payment? Just kidding :p)

Now do yourself a favour and go sign up for ESQ. HAHAHA!

The three things I miss from KYUEM (problems & solutions)

1. Movie-Making

I heard from Syira that Kyuem was doing some sort of Movie Awards thing. AN EVENT ALL ABOUT MOVIE-MAKING? That’s a dream come true for me! Back when me & Muzzein ‘BigSmoke’ Malek were busy producing movies under Keep it Real Productions, the whole thing was a oft-overlooked event. Usually, each event in Kyuem would be accompanied by a movie-making competition, but it was never really serious business, with most houses churning movies just for the sake of it. Maybe guys like Rodhi are an exception. For me, it was a passion. Whenever there was an opportunity to make movies, I’d volunteer, regardless of academic workload. And me & BigSmoke would go out of our way to make our movies a cut above the rest. Seriously. So, for me, having a Movie Awards kinda event is a freaking awesome idea! Unfortunately, it had to happened while I’m here, a loooooonggg way away from Kyuem bummer.

However, i guess i’m glad Alif ‘Oggy’ Nurhaziq & Aiman ‘Tiger’ Rashad are keeping the movie-making love alive. Too bad i’m not there to experience it.

The solution: Slowly, i will integrate a culture of movie-making here in Oxford. And look at the possibilities! There’s a wealth of potential actors & actresses, from all parts of the world! Keep it Real goes international, baby! I’ve seen them, they can act, especially when drunk. Haha! :p Time shall be an issue,though

2. Basketball

Basketball provided me with hours of fun during the evenings at Kyuem. I’ve never been freaking awesome at it, but I loved it nonetheless. Here at Oxford, the only sport they really care about is football and rugby. And so far, the only chance I had of playing basketball was when I represented Oxford during The Nottingham Games 2008. Even then our team lacked manpower, and had to import players from other unis. Shows how sad the state of basketball is for the university.

More of this, please

The solution: Spread propaganda that in reality chicks really dig basketballers, and that playing football and rugby increases your chances of turning impotent and getting Erectile Disfunction. It can work. Brilliant!

3. Rapping

Shit, without a doubt, I miss this the most. I don’t think Oxford students would appreciate rap. They’re all into classical music and shit. The other day, I accidentally went into ‘gangsta talk mode’, and a bunch of girls laughed at me. They said it was ‘cute’, but what the hell? Who ever heard of a ‘cute’ gangsta? Aww hellno!

But seriously, for those of you who still don’t get it; this whole gangsta thing is a just a joke,okay? It’s all just for fun, and I know I’m a malay boy. Ye ye, saya tahu. Haha :p

Much love to Michelle, Josephine, Naim, Sani, and Ei-Jean for being my partners. And of course, Dj Muzzein ‘BigSmoke’ Malek.

Holla at KYUEM ft SuperSmooth Playa Naim

Keep it Real Productions on our last song

The solution: I do believe i’m holding myself back by ‘assuming’ that these Oxford students don’t like rap. I should just give it a go instead of being such a wuss. And again, the potential for rap collaborations! Damn, i’m so excited now! Alright!! MC Surefire is coming back! (time will again will be a major bitch,though)

Time to enjoy the holidays! And to look forward!

I think it’s time to stop living in the past. Kyuem was great, with movie-making, basketballing, and rapping; but who says I can’t do it at Oxford? 

Anyhow, at the moment, all I really wanna do is just enjoy the holidays. My sweetie’s coming! Yeahay! haha

Let the good times roll!

Fast forward a few years, and now, plenty of games have had movies made out of them, comics published, and even celebrities (the very definition of cool so they say) are now playing video games and endorsing them. For all intents and purposes, video gaming has gone mainstream.

But this post isn’t about the history of video games, as interesting as that is. It’s about a game that has been with me since my childhood, and is still with me today!

For every gamer out there, i’m sure there’s that one game that they played first; that one game that got them hooked on the idea of video gaming itself. For me, it was the Prince of Persia series.

Lets have a look at the game throughout the times! ( The ones i’ve played anyway. There’s actually more Prince of Persia games than the ones listed here)

Prince of Persia (1989)

The original classic , the game that started it all. I played this game on my first ever desktop PC, using the MS-DOS operating system ( THE operating system before Windows at the time). It came out in 1989, but i played it during 1994 i think, at 6 years old.

The plot was simple enough. ‘The Prince‘ in this game started out as a poor orphan, living on the streets. One day, he scales the castle walls and catches a glimpse of The Princess, whom he would later fall in love with (love at first sight? hellyeah). Despite their class differences, The Princess returned his feelings.

The game begins when the Sultan of Persia is called away to war. In the meantime, the Vizier Jaffar takes rule in his stead. Unknown to the Princess and her dad, the Vizier actually fancies her for himself. He would later imprison The Prince after knowing she had the hots for him instead. Seriously pissed, the Vizier gave an ultimatum to the Princess; marry him in one hour, or die. At the same time, the Prince escapes from prison. Now he has only one hour to save the Princess.

The typical damsel in distress

One hour! Get moving,boy!

The game was played in real time, meaning the player had exactly one hour to finish the game and save the Princess. When this game arrived, it was met with rave reviews. Critics praised its unique, groundbreaking gameplay, awesome graphics (at the time) and fluid animation. Me, being a little kid, didn’t give a shit about all this; it was simply fun to play. That wasn’t to say this game was child’s play. Most of the time, I never finished the game; my dad did that for me, as I watched. Haha! :p

Public displays of affection! Oh nooo! :p (Well,not really)

The Prince would of course in the end defeat the evil Vizier, and marry the Princess, finally becoming the Prince of Persia.

Prince of Persia : Sands of Time Trilogy

The next few games I played in the Prince of Persia series was on the PS2. There were three games in all, each a continuation of the story. The Prince in this trilogy was an altogether different character from the Prince in the original game. The plot in this game is much more complex than in the original classic, so I can’t really be bothered to write it all down here. There’s wikipedia for all that. Haha! Instead, feast your eyes on these lovely art and screenshots.

1) Prince of Persia : Sands of Time

2) Prince of Persia : Warrior Within

3) Prince of Persia : Two Thrones

Prince of Persia (2008)

And finally…we come to the year 2008. As is normal for the series, this time around there is a new Prince to star in this game. Coming out in December, the makers of this game claim they’re going back to the roots of the original classic Prince of Persia (to me, thats a good thing!). From the trailers and demos i’ve checked out, this is one promising piece of work. If you’re too lazy to check out these pictures (can that be possible? too lazy to even look at pics? haha!), do yourself a favour and check out the awesome intro at the official game site.

Woohoo! Alright, I think that’s enough hype for one post!

On another note:

Games recently finished – Mass Effect, Command & Conquer : Red Alert 3, Fallout 3

Games soon to be played – Prince of Persia (2008) , GTA IV, Left 4 Dead, Dead Space, Need for Speed Undercover

I think it’s prissy, poncy, and an utter load of crap.

Now, what do you guys think of poetry in a RELATIONSHIP?

You know, dedicating your sweetheart with a poem to show your love & all that?

I STILL think it’s prissy, poncy, and an utter load of crap. HAHA! :p Except now there’s a chance you’ll get dumped if ur lady/man ain’t into all this sensitive shit. Heheh

But….i gotta admit, deep down inside. Sometimes. Just sometimes. Just rarely rarely sometimes.

I find poetry*cough*to be..*cough*very…*cough*sweet. Yes,*ahem*.

So, for our 5th month anni, I thought I’d dedicate my sweetie with a story. About poetry.

This story:

- Sees me attempting to be a poet when i’m clearly not one (the 2nd one’s mine)

- Is unashamedly rubbish. I know. Hehe

- Is entirely fiction, and has no connection to anyone living or dead.

- Makes it known that I can be a stalker if I want to. Haha! ;p

Enjoy!

To….the boy  & To…..the girl

Once upon a time, Girl couldn’t get her mind off Boy. Girl had fallen in love with Boy, but the only thing Boy did was give her false hope. When Boy finally left her, Girl still couldn’t get her mind off Boy. She was heartbroken, yet still horribly in love. Not knowing what to do, she turned to the one thing that gave her solace; poetry.

to…The boy

this is dedicated to a guy i cant get my mind off.

help me get my mind off him please,
so i can sleep at night and be at ease,
i need to forget him and get him off my mind,
i need answers that i cant seem to find.

but the harder i try to forget,
the more i remember,
im filled with anger, pain and regret,
erasing the memories will take forever,

i need someone to save me,
someone who would grab my hand and set me free,
into a world of wonders and happiness,
but right now im stuck in a hole of darkness.

Do you know how hard it was for me to open up?
I eventually did and i got dumped,
Now my heart is slowly closing up again,
It hurts me so much that it drives me insane.

I cant believe i thought you were mr. right,
I cant believe i thought it was love at first sight,
I cant believe it was you who broke my heart,
When i loved and trusted you right from the start.

Love is such a strong word i hate to use,
Hate is stronger, and it makes me confused,
what you did to me was just wrong,
because the feelings i had for you was so strong.

One day, Guy, who was in love with Girl (but thought he had no chance because he knew of Girl‘s interest in Boy), found the poetry lying about. After reading it, he was touched to the point of tears, except he shed no tears because he was a Guy and was ashamed at doing so. Guy realised he’ll be making a fool out of himself, but wanting to comfort Girl, he sent her this:

To…the girl

this is dedicated to the girl that I truly love

those sleepless nights that you’ve been through
i’ll offer you help that’s long been due
giving you peace to start anew
with answers that’s been evading you

forgetting i know is hard and painful
resisting regret and anger’s pull
you’ll need some time for this endeavour
but with me it need not be forever

i’ve been waiting for you all along
watching you cry and being treated wrong
i’ll wait no longer, it’s time to act
from the darkness, i’ll bring you back

I’ll make you believe i am mr. right,
I’ll make you believe it is love at first sight,
I’ll make you believe i can mend your broken heart,
Even if you can’t love and trust me right from the start.

So take my hand and i’ll set you free
I’ll hold you close, right beside me
to a world of wonders and happiness you’ll see
i promise forever & always, it’s you and me

After reading the poetry, Girl laughed like she hadn’t for a long long time. She shed bucketloads of tears. Except this time, they were tears of happiness. And of course, because she found the poem to be absolutely ridiculous.

She would later get to know Guy, whom she’ll fall head over heels for. Boy would later get hit by a truck, owned by a movie production company aptly named, ”Eat Karma,bitch!’ Productions’. And so Guy and Girl lived happily ever after.

**The End**

Syira Mahmud, happy 5 months! 5 months might not seem so long, but it has been really wonderful being with you. And it still is. Heheh. Sorry I had to go away so soon, but I promise to make it up to you someday. And oh yes, I love you

A world of wonders and happiness. Haha!

p/s: For those of you who hate poetry, check this out! A poem, about hating poems! Haha! Click here

Some of these stages, though life-changing nonetheless, are pretty predictable. Going to boarding schools, living & supporting yourself, getting married, getting your first child, becoming grandparents, to name a few. The majority of us will experience these things (or maybe not. Do I have to quote my sources? Goddamn law teaching. Haha)

Some, only a handful will ever get the good fortune (or horror?) of experiencing. It’s these kinds of life-changing experiences that will truly test your character, and you shall emerge either broken, or stronger than ever after it.

Maybe I’m being a self-indulgent bastard by saying this, but in this year, 2008, I think I’ve gone through more life-changing experiences than my whole life before this. And I think I’ve had to mature and develop more in this year alone than ever in my life. Now that’s either saying this year is totally awesome (or shit) as I make it to be, or my life has been so damn boring up until now that even a relatively normal year like this seems so insane. Haha!

Right. Now that the obligatory opening bullshit is done with (heheh), lets rewind to the remarkable events of two-thousand-eight! Holla!

24th JUNE, 5.20 a.m, Bandar Tun Hussein Onn: The sweetest ever ‘YES’

The night was not young. It was practically morning. Then she said “Yes“. Woohoo! And I was feeling of happiness of unprecedented levels. ‘Infinitely happy‘, was the word. Happiness that is lasting even until now. What the hell am I talking about? Seriously, I wish I could go into details, but that might become too nauseating, and Keep it Real does not write nauseating blogs, aite? (unless that someone gives me permission? umm…never mind :p heheh).

Suffice to say,the late night car rides, cruising the traffic-less roads, coloured by the orange lights; i miss them.

(Oh yeah, that was a VERY sweet ‘yes’, but there’s actually a sweeter ‘yes’ to be had. The truly sweetest. You all know what i’m talking about,right? Heheh)

The Oxford Fairytale: From Joke to reality

I still remember it. I was in Form 1, MRSM Kuala Klawang, Negeri Sembilan. I had just won an elocution competition at MRSM Muar. One of the spectators, someone I didn’t know, came to congratulate me. So we had a nice chat. Then the topic later came to studying. I told him where I was studying.

I asked him, ” Abang ni upper-form,eh?”

He said, “Taklah, abang dah kat Uni dah pun”

“Oh, Uni mane? UIA? UPM? University Malaya? Haha”

To which he replied, “Tak, University of Oxford“

Later, my teachers & friends came to congratulate me, and the guy just suddenly left. Frankly, at that time, I didn’t give a shit. Oxford? Where’s dat? Somewhere overseas? I know there’s the Oxford Dictionary, but I’ve always thought he was a guy; a professor of some sort. So he has a university to his name too? Cool. But who cares.

Back at MRSM KK, I brought up the story with my teacher out of sheer boredom. She would later extoll & proclaim the various awesomeness of Oxford University. Holy crap. That place sounds gangsta! In my lower form years I always knew I was a bit of a brag. Proclaiming myself to strive for ‘Oxford University’ would be the claim till Form 3. Then Form 4 came and I discovered friendster. My poyo-ness went online, as can be seen under the college/university listings here.

But deep down inside, I knew it was all just a joke I’ll play around with until I finally reach Uni. Or maybe not.

Because then came KYUEM.

Here, the geniuses of Malaysia gathered. Students here went to Oxford every year like a ritual. Later, when the Oxbridge applications opened up, I thought it’d be cool to sign up. You know, try out this shit everyone’s been talking about, see how hard the interview really is. I would later make a rap song about getting into Oxford during teacher’s day.

Not the picture of THAT rap song. That was with Michelle. But nobody took pictures then, so these'll do :p

Being a lazy, class-skipping, homework procrastinating student however, I didn’t put much stock into it really happening. But apparently God had other plans. But even after getting the offer, with the kind of donkey-brained grades i’ve been getting after each trials, I wasn’t picturing myself getting there at all. But well, here I am. St Peters College, University of Oxford. Alhamdulillah, of course.

To think it all started from some dude I met in Form 1. Who knows? Maybe he was actually referring to Oxford Brookes (haha). But I never did ask. And it doesn’t really matter. I’m here. Somewhere millions of other people would love to be. Better not make a fool of myself, I guess.

The Parting

I didn’t think it was coming. The time after college was the best time of my life so far. But yeah…sooner or later, it had to end, and I had to go.

The Family – Being the only boy in the family, I guess my sisters all depended on me a lot (or maybe not :p they like to say i’m pretty useless. Haha). Who will help my mom with all the heavy chores? Who else is my Dad is gonna be gangsta with if not his only boy? And my little sisters, who’ll both be all grown up by the time I get back, but I won’t be there. Those two little ones always send me postcards here. Haha. I should be the one doing that! None of my family members would show it, but I know they’ll miss me (haha! perasan sial). And I’ll miss them. Fo sho. Stay strong my dear family, I’ll make you proud yet

Full Army Support!

The Homies – A guy is nothing without his pals, his bros, his homies. Some of them will stay in Malaysia, others will go to other universities. But no ones gonna come with me to Oxford. Sure, I can make new friends, but there’s nothing like the homies you know and love.

Topan: Master of Poyo

Naim: My Ruggedly Sophisticated Buddy

Nain & Mot : Together,Forever. HAHAHA

Plenty of other homies deserve mention here. Dj BigSmoke Muzzein Mullah, Hazman ‘Gaylord’ Sabri, Fitri ‘Pac’ Ismail, Johan ‘CambridgeBoy’ Safree, Wan ‘Basketball’, Mior ‘Playa’ Luqman, and Rashidah ‘Ede’ Abdul Hamid. Yes, Ede is my homie. HAHAHA!

The Sweetie – Yeah, we’ve always knew it was coming. But now, as I finally go long-distance with her, I still felt like I wasn’t prepared for it. But at the time of writing, it’s already been two months+ already. Maybe I’ll gradually get used to it. Perhaps not.

Hey! Hey! Smile? Please?

As the plane took off, I sunk into my seat, feeling slightly empty. Deep down inside however, a new sensation was slowly taking over. Excitement and anxiety mingled into one. My life, good or bad, would never be the same.

How about you all share your experiences before flying off? For those that flew off that is. Or perhaps the feelings you felt when these people left ( a thinly-disguised pathetic ploy to garner more comments. Haha! )

( Next up: Part 2, London,Touchdown! )

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

Basically its about not leaving things till last minute; planning ahead and getting organised. Discipline is the word.

Well I say…

BULLSHIT!!

I’ve always done things last minute. And i’ll continue to do so. When you dont plan, many unexpected things can happen. Sometimes these things become an obstacle to you. It just so happens that overcoming all these obstacles brings such a rush to me! I cant stop! You all should try it! Lets all do things last minute! Woohoo!!

*****

Okay, now that i’m done talking crap, lets talk sense for a while (btw, i didnt really mean all that. well..maybe some. but its good to plan ya know. haha) Finally! A BLOG UPDATE! In case you’re wondering, this blog doesn’t get updated once a month. It’s just me doing what I do best : Procrastinating. But! There’ll be more frequent updates after this! Promise. To those who care to read, of course. Haha

*****

Important Events! :

Outward Bound Legends

PNB, my suggah momma, sent all its scholars to a 25 day camp, called OBS ( Outward Bound School). Here, I learned that something is only impossible if you make it to be. Thats right, bitches. Like the Adidas slogan, ” Impossible is Nothing”. While Adidas had commercial interests in mind while making that slogan ( and because it sounds gangsta ), it wouldnt be far off the mark to say that’s what I learned from OBS. I wont go into details, you can go to J-pah’s blog for that. Haha. Honestly, the whole month was total shit ass trying and challenging. But once you’ve overcome it all, you know it.

I”M ICE-COLD, BABY!!

Chotaiti...our favourite past-time. I always win of course. Just ask monkeyboy Nain.

KAMPUNG FAMILY LOVE

I went back to my Kampung at Sg.Petani, Kedah. Unlike previous visits, a sense of nostalgia ran through me for no reason. Well actually, there was a reason. This might be the last time, for 3 years at least, that I’ll visit my kampung I love my kampung. My grandparents, uncles, and aunties. And the chickens, goats, and cows I loved to torment when i was little :p I practically grew up here. My kampung is my childhood. So many sweet memories associated to it. It’s become a part of me. Each year I’ll always go back. But soon, I’ll be far away. My grandparents would always tell me before we part : “Hangpa belajaq rajin2 tau. Pi sana jangan lupa tok ngan tokwan”. Yeah,same old parting words. But for once, i’m taking it to heart.

Damn...i'm already missing them all

"Belajaq rajin2.." Fo sho Grandpa..fo sho

Oxbridge Freshers “Dinner”

A dinner? Heck no. A party more like. All oxford-incoming university undergrads were invited to this little gathering, basically to ask questions and mingle with the seniors and fellow freshers. The first few minutes saw me,Michelle, and Eylin stuck to each other like glue. Haha! Malu la konon. The thingie was held at Damansara Heights, with houses so posh I feel like I’ve come to a fairytale castle. There was even a guard at the entrance, greeting me: ” Welcome sir, party’s this way”. Haha! Yes, polish my car while you’re at it. I’ll be honest. During the party,I thought they were all very weird. They spoke and discussed about very intellectual and berwawasan stuff, and their England had an accent to it. Cor blimey. They all seemed to understand. Except me. Which makes me the weirdo! Haha! Still, they were all very friendly. Which I guess is what really matters. I keep thinking me going to Oxford is some sort of joke. Well, its much better now. Its still a joke, but i’m joining in the laugh as well. Awesome!! Oh,and the food was good. Nuff’ said.

Michelle, Me, and Jances at the bbq. Where are pics of the others? Well,nobody wanted to be friends with a weirdo except these two. *sob *sob*

And finally…sweetness

Guitar Heroes!!

Cameron!!

Trying out 'baju raya'. Haha

Looking forward to more great times sweetie

Yes..i’ve had a productive month alright.  Last minute or not, whatever you do, just

KEEP IT REAL

Anyhow…I was gonna blog about my pre-departure camps in this next post, but it’s been so long since then the excitement of it all has gone stale. But…it’s still blog-worthy events! Look for it in the next post!

In this post, lets talk about more immediate matters. In about four weeks time, Insya-Allah I’ll be flying off to the UK to further my studies in Law. All I need is a passport and a visa. Pretty simple,right?

Yup! It’s simple! Very very. I don’t get it why a lot of my friends are complaining about it. In fact, it’s very enjoyable! Here are some pictures i took to show my love for visa-making and the whole bureaucratic process

Have I gone mad you say? Nooooo….It’s all due to how much fun I’m having!

Alright..alright. I better get back to finishing my visa application. Someone’s gonna get angry knowing I’m procrastinating like this. Heheh… :p

I’ve been procrastinating. Ah..damn it. I always procrastinate.

I promised i’d change. It shall start with this blog right here!

It’s been long overdue. I was supposed to start blogging a long time ago. Like, 2 months ago, i think?

I’ve got loads to blog about. Turning 20, my life is becoming much much more interesting. I used to have a journal. Before, I’d write my experiences in that. Still,it’d be a shame to let all my experiences rot in some dusty old tome. So,i’ve decided to blog. Owhh yeah!

With that random talk out of the way……

WELCOME, YOU!!

The DAMN GANGSTA BLOG IS BACK IN BUSINESS(again)!

Get ready for all the crap you can handle, all the bullshit you can stomach, some sense from time to time, and all kinds of randomness mashed into one! Show some love and drop me a comment,aite?

When i get rich (i feel like i will), maybe i’ll give you all some monay,eh? Haha!

p/s : a big thanks to my special someone who helped and encouraged me to start blogging. She’s a big…no, a HUGE reason why i feel like blogging. Thank you for your time. Thank you for the tips! And thank you for walking this clueless guy through the whole process. In a way, this post is dedicated to you