Hero

What is a hero?

A person who wears his or hers underwear over his or her pants? A man in an iron suit? A God from Asgard? What is a hero?

I am 25 and unhappy. Unhappy I don't have enough money to get married. Unhappy that I'm not doing what I've always wanted to do and unhappy that everybody else seems so happy. Its not because I'm jealous. Its because unlike everybody else, I've made some pretty bad life choices. So therefore, fuck me. I am here ranting like a disgruntled wife who has not seen her husband for 2 years. I am here ranting because I have no idea what to do. Do I quit? Do I continue? Do I further my studies? Is it too late for me? All those questions are jumbled up in a poisonous cocktail of fuckedupness in my head. I need someone to save me.

I need a hero.

Okay I dont need a hero. I do realize that all I need is me. Yeap, me to turn my life into what I've always wanted it to be. Its easier said than done.

When at work I'll be too busy to think about this thing. When at home I'll be too tired to think about anything other than sleep. During the weekends I spend time with my family, love and friends so I'll be too busy not giving a fuck.

On Saturday I'll be "Oh well, at least it's Saturday. Fuck all my problems" than on Monday I'll be "Shit...should've done some soul searching/brainstorming over the weekend". Its a vicious cycle of which there is no end.

And alas, the 5 minutes I've given myself to write this has ended and this entry has been completely pointless.

Hopes and dreams: From a law student to a practicing lawyer

I first wrote in my blog somewhere in 2009, roughly 4 years ago. I was 21. Full of life, full of hopes and had a boatload of dreams. I made a promise to myself that I'd be a millionaire by the time I reached 25. People were skeptical but I wasn't, oh no. 4 years ago, the thought of 4 years in the future seemed so far away.

I was only into my 2nd year of law school, had no girlfriend and no car. All I had was my guitar which I bought using the money I earned working as a cashier at Parkson Grand after SPM. 

As a 21 year old dweeb, I saw me working in a huge firm with good pay and a side business that was making hundreds of thousands per year. I saw me as, this is rather embarrassing, a 25 year old multimillionaire driving a Ferrari.

Well, 4 years passed since and I am now 25.

My life isn't actually hell. I work in a sizable law firm and I earn what most 1st year lawyers earn but......I am nothing what the 21 year old me thought I'd be when I reached 25. To make matters worse, I don't even know whether practicing is for me or not. I have become disillusioned thanks to the long working hours, high stress rate and in my opinion low wages that does not commensurate with the amount of hours spent working.

So in a nutshell 1 of my 2 dreams is slowly becoming a nightmare.

It looks like I wont enjoy practicing after all.

Now I'm left with one and that is to become rich which actually puts me in a catch 22 situation because If I were to keep on chasing dream #1......then there is very little hope of ever achieving dream #2. 

So now I am in between a rock and a hard place.

At 21 I envisioned a 25 year old me to be a young lawyer well on his way to becoming a success story, enjoying my work, life and loving every day of it. At 25, I saw the 21 year old me as naive, foolish and somewhat void of logic. 

At a young age of 25 I am beginning to feel like I'm losing the game of life.

Shit. 

Tired.

I am just tired. Physically and mentally.

Help.

The best way to work out for busy lifeless people like me : Where guys will literally Push On Through.

I work 11 to 13 hours on most days. As a result I do not have what some may call, a life. Yes you may say hey, after work go chill out have some drinks. Well, after a 13 hour day, its not like I still have any energy to actually function socially.

I used to be thin. I'm no athlete but I do go for a jog almost everyday, an hour a session. That was back when I was a student.

Ok,  to be honest I started gaining weight when I was still a student but only after I met Fiona. Simply because she, the thin lanky thing she is, likes to eat. But being thin, she only eats half of anything she orders. Me, being the person who pays most of the time (Not ungkit-ing sayang, I'm just saying xoxo) could not stand looking at wasted food so I finish off everything.

There you go, I have found a legitimate excuse for me getting fat. Blame the girlfriend.

However, I do know its an illegitimate reason. A red herring expedition. Logical fallacy. Its when I divert the attention from the real issue to another issue that actually makes sense.

I actually have only myself to blame. 

Here I am, just back from work, its 10.15pm Malaysian time. I am thinking about working out (we have a small gym at home, cross trainer + home gym) but I.am.too.tired. and plus I brought home some homework for me to do so I have to do that to. 

Everyday I look at my old clothes and tell myself I'm going to be thin again. All the Black Sabbath, The Who, Oasis T-shirts will be worn again once more. Skin tight black T's. I actually refrain from buying any new clothes simply because I am of the opinion that it would be a waste of money to do so, since I'll be thin again...someday. 

bullshit.

Wont stop trying though...or to be more accurate, I wont stop dreaming about trying though.

Just how in the hell does one keep fit when one comes home late and exhausted...in all honesty, I could only think of one way. Now kids, this is natural, so don't flip out.

I guess the only way to have any cardiovascular activity is to do the cardio activity married couples do most. Wink wink aaa wink.

Because no matter how tired you are, believe me, you will push on through. No pun intended. The amount of calories burned will depend on how long the activity is. Judging from my studies and from what my married friends tell me, this particular activity can last quite some time. Some say its even more enjoyable than jogging. 

So I guess, I need to get married real soon. For love and for health. haha.

Pointless entry

Well it has been about a billion years since I last posted an entry. There's good reason why too. I have been busy practicing as a lawyer. That's right. I am an Advocate & Solicitor of the High Court of Malaya.

I have a lot to rant about but I wont write them all here. What I want to really rant about is the fact that I am no longer a student (a fact that I extremely hate solely because I don't get to lepak more often) and about chasing DREAMS.

I only have 15 mins (am typing this during lunch break, and at 2pm I have to be in KL Court for a mention) to finish this entry so here goes.

After practicing as a lawyer for a few months now, I am beginning to question whether this is my true calling or not. It has its ups and downs as with all other jobs but the main question I keep on asking myself is whether my job is:

1. me being logical and just working to earn a living, void of passion (yes I do realize that word gets thrown about frequently by people who are describing their feeling for their job but a cliche is a cliche simply because its true);

2. whether I am actually passionate about law, and that the reason why I'm feeling hollow about it right now is because I'm not practicing in the area I have interest in (I am a civil lawyer, boring).

Right now I am crossroads. Either continue working like an ant, void of everything but earning a good stable living or say fuck it all quit and do whatever I feel like doing and live happily full of passion but with a risk of not having money which will also mean lambat lagi la nak kawen dengan Fiona :(.

This entry is pointless as it has no conclusion but what I get from writing this is a reminder in writing ( I have a habit of reading my old entries, just to remind me of whatever things I planned to do in the future that I wrote about in the past but totally forgot about) that it is very important enjoy what you do.

Pointless entry, but I did get to rant so I do feel a bit better.

-.-"

What's it like to be a grown up.

I remember when I was 17, before I got my driving license, walking back from school with Mat and Mamu, I'd be looking at the sky and wondering when will I ever grow the fuck up and be an adult. Earning my own money, doing what I like, going where I please. I could not wait to "grow up". I wished that time would fly.

Nearly 8 years down the road I'm finally (albeit barely) here.The freedom I yearned for, the feeling of being independent (almost) that was always an enigma to me has finally arrived. Lo and behold, I hereby declare that I am an adult. I quasi-earn my own money (still chambering). I do as I please (almost) and I go out with anybody at anytime of the day without my parents calling me to balik rumah tidur tak elok nanti kalau jiran nampak.

I wish I could say how much I love being an adult. Problem is, I cant. Being a carefree kid/teenager was the best period of my life. The FUCK YOU I don't care approach I've been using all my life until now when dealing with difficult people and problems can be used no longer. I am now not allowed to walk away from any shit that comes my way and let someone else sort it out for me. My shit Is my own shit.

Of course my mom and dad/family/friends will always be there for me but you get my point right. I have to figure out how I'll be paying for this and that. I have to learn how to not ask dad for every single thing and ask mom for...well every single thing. Back in my final year in university, my parents still did/paid everything for me. Now as I am approaching the end of my chambering period, I could feel the Ghost of Responsibility quickly catching up, breathing down my neck and releasing unto me the evil spirit of havingtogiveafuck.

If I had the ability to go back in time and give a piece of advice to 17 year old me, it'd be this:

"Find the fountain of youth or just kill yourself in order to rid you off this horrible curse of aging".

Ok la,no. That would not be what I'd advice me. I'd advice me to stop wishing I was 21 so that I'll be "legal". I'd advice me to wish that instead of wishing time flies, why not wish time stood still because as an adult, you'll grow up and mature enough to see and realize that 90% of the time when you smile alone when no one is watching, it'd be because of a memory.

I wish time stood still on the 7th of August 2012 for me to tell my beloved Opah how much I love her and how much I'll be missing her come the 8th of August. She passed away on that date.

What's it like to be a grown up? Simple. It's not half as fun as when you're still a kid.

My two legs, MNG Melaka and Fiona.

I own two healthy legs. I take them out for the occasional jog...I use them every day to go to work, walk up a staircase, to gently push away a pet or two....and the list goes on and on. I love them. In fact I love them so much, I never abuse them by using them for unnecessary tasks such as....shopping. *shudders*

I am not a big fan of shopping. I never was, and never will be a big fan of shopping. However, I am in a relationship with a sweet young thing by the name of Fiona, whom I most dearly love and she...........enjoys. No wait. She breathes...shopping.

Its a good thing that she's not a big spender. She's still a green vegetable in the world of shopping, often settling for a RM5 hair clip and feel good the whole day. This is good because I do not have any money...as of yet. Its not like she asks me to buy her stuffs...but as a boyfriend..there is this invisible voice inside of me that yells PAY!! everytime she opens her purse to pay for anything....

Anyways, one fine day we went to MNG @ Dataran Pahlawan, Melaka. We went to get a bite for lunch..watched a movie...drank overpriced coffee. It was fun. I was a bit tired. We were set to go home. All was good and well.

And then...MNG happened.

There was a sale and Lo and behold before me was a 20 year old girl. I knew at that point in time...we weren't going back. Oh no. We were going to stay.

As she dragged me into the shop, her eyes widen with excitement. A smile formed. Her grip on my hand tightened. I have entered into MNG, and there was a sale.

My legs were giving away. My knees were wobbly. I followed her throughout the entire shop, trying to give the best opinions and suggestions. I was tired. I wanted to lie down and play dead. But for my love, I pushed on through. I was feeling very proud of myself. I am a warrior prince who is fighting in this battlefield of love for my princess. But alas......I began nagging.

She felt sorry for me..so she wanted to leave. But me being the hero I am, refused. We shall stay and shop I declared . She smiled and continued to look for..er..whatever that is for sale at MNG. Then I saw it. It was there all along.

There was this podium..this podium served as a seat, a resting ground  for my fellow brother warriors, many of them looking tired and sleepy. I strode across the shop..and took my place among my equals. I have found the boyfriend depot.

I remember smiling a smile of relief when I finally got the chance to rest my two legs. Thank you MNG Dataran Pahlawan, thank you so much for the boyfriend depot.

After a while, my better half was done. She didn't by anything mind you, she was only there to window shop and look at new arrivals. We finally called it a day.

If there are any ladies reading this, I hope you appreciate your partner's legs because in all actuality, he gave up possession of them a long time ago, from the moment he said I love you to you.

I know my legs will never be mine again as they, along with my heart, now belong to a sweet young thing who goes by the name of Fiona.

SAMSUNG vs APPLE or APPLE vs SAMSUNG, depending on your "allegiance"

The never ending war.

A few people I know keep on saying Samsung copied Apple. Samsung is a copycat. Apple is the real deal bla bla bla.....

Well, in that case I guess every car manufacturer copied Karl Benz's idea of an automobile. I hereby declare  Ferrari an impostor. It is not the real McCoy.

Apple fans will probably be mad at me. I do not work for Samsung, I have nothing against Apple, I am not anti-capitalist and I am not a sad case of a poor guy who cant afford an Apple product.

I just loathe the hoards of fanatical Apple devotees out there who keeps on dissing other brands because according to them, EVERYONE copied Apple. Who copied who and what was copied by who can be very subjective and is based purely on your own goddamn opinion.

You see, a person can only claim copyright for the realization or tangible expression of an idea but not the idea itself. For example, if you come up with the idea of inventing a machine to transport people from point A to point B, your realization of that idea in the form of a beautiful Ferrari 458 Italia is your right and yours alone. But you cannot say Proton is a Ferrari wannabe by manufacturing a Proton Preve for having the same idea as Ferrari i.e. inventing a machine to transport people from point A to point B.

If that was the case, Karl Benz's family would be the richest family in the world as everyone would have to pay them for the right to use Karl Benz's idea of a car.

Apple had a bright idea in the form of the iphone and ipad. They realized that idea in the form of the iphone and ipad (I read somewhere saying that the tab was actually on the drawing boards way before the ipad became a reality but I cannot verify for certain that this piece of info is true so I'll omit it).

Samsung thought hey that's actually a good idea. So they came up with the tab and galaxy range of phones a.k.a their own way of realizing that idea, without stealing Apple's technology.

As a conclusion, If you are willing to pay royalties to the families of Karl Benz and Alexander Graham Bell for driving a machine that is based on the former's idea and for using a machine to communicate based on the latter's idea than by all means, please praise Apple and worship the damn company. If you are not willing to pay them royalties, I suggest you stop dissing other manufacturers as copycats.

I'm not saying Apple's product are better and vice versa. That's entirely up to you to decide. My only point here is this, the idea of an intelligent touchscreen phone and computer tablet does not belong to them exclusively. The expression of that idea is, but not the idea itself.

That's just my opinion :).

How to deal with the death of a loved one

My dear grandmother, Hajah Zabaidah bt Ismail passed away at 4.15am on the 8th of August 2012.

Naturally after losing someone so dear to me,I cried....and cried....and cried. I cried till my eyes were painful. I cried until there were no more tears left. My eyes are still watery as I write this, about a week after her demise.

At home, my family comforted each other. We hugged,we cried and we laughed together in appreciation of the memory of my dear Opah, who had been a single mother for 32 years.

We prayed to Allah SWT for her soul and recited Al-Fatihah and yassin for her. Even in death, she brought us closer as a whole extended family.

At home, I finally came to terms with the death of my grandmother. However, I wasn't prepared to be left alone to deal with my grief. That happend when I returned back to work.

When I reached my office, business was as usual. I received a few condolences and that was it. My traumatic experience was just another day for the rest of the world. As ridiculous as this may sound, I asked myself why are they not sad about my dear Opah's death.I want everyone to be sad. But that's not going to happen.

I walked to my cubicle and sat down. My co-workers were doing their jobs like nothing was wrong. Some were even laughing (not at me mind you) for god knows whatever reason. After sitting down, I felt an instant Pang of loneliness. I needed support.

What I did was I texted my mom. I texted my girl. I texted my cousin. I texted my sister. That made me feel better.

The only way to deal with a death....is to live. To appreciate life and those you still have with you. My definition of a life worth living is a life full of love. It is this life that is giving me strength. The love from my family, my girl and my friends.

I miss my grandmother so much. I will always remember her love for me,my stupid jokes, her cooking and her trademark daily doa:

"Ya Allah ya tuhanku, ampuni segala dosa-dosa aku, dosa-dosa suamiku, dosa-dosa kedua ibubapaku, dosa-dosa anak-anakku,dosa-dosa cucu-cucuku. Tetapkan Iman di hati mereka........"

My grandmother recited that doa for the last time on the day she died. She was suffering from Alzheimer's but she never forgot me in her prayers.

I will never forget her in mine. I love you so much and I will miss you for as long as I live.

AL- FATIHAH

Criminal or Civil Lawyer?

So I am at a crossroad. I am a few months into my pupilage and now I am asking myself what I want to do. Generally I have 3 options.

1. Criminal Litigation.
2. Civil Litigation.
3. Conveyancing.
4. Corporate law.

Okay, come to think about it, cross out number 3. That is not going to happen.

Okay 1 and 2. Criminal or Civil Litigation. Yes, I'll most probably end up doing a bit of both but you see, in a normal non-sole proprietor law firm, one partner will have one specialized area of practice. Therefore, if I become a partner of any law firm, I would very much like to have *xxxxxx* as my specialized area of practice.

Now the question is Criminal or Civil/Corporate.

Criminal:
1. I get to be Dylan McDermott.
2. I get to be Harvey Specter.
3. I get to be Hrvey Dent.
4. I get to be *insert any famous 100% fictional lawyer of your choice here*
5. You get to make a difference.

Civil/Corporate:
1. You get to ......errr
2. You get to......ummm
3. You get to.......hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
4. You get to give a rich guy his money back.
5. Things that are similar to number 4 above.

I have no idea what area of law I want to practice in but judging from the lists above.....I think I may have a rough idea. Civil litigation doesnt sound so bad. Neither does corporate. But you don't change lives by giving back a rich guy his stolen money. You don't change lives by successfully brokering a merger between two companies.

Dilemma continues...

Chambering in Malaysia : STAR WARS-ish?

F.I.N.A.L.L.Y.

I am done with law school. I graduated top of my class, the only first class honours student and now I am chambering at the largest law firm in Malaysia. I will be flying off to Oxford University after my chambering to do my LLM. My firm has agreed to sponsor me. 

Pure Bullshit.

Okay so this is what really happened. I made it through law school but nowhere near first class honours..or second upper for that matter. It is by the grace of god and also the good heart of my master and my dad's connections that I am chambering at the place I'm chambering now.You see, as I see it, chambering students should thank their masters for providing them a place. Its him doing you a favour, not the other way around. 

CHAMBERING IN MALAYSIA = STARWARS 


Why?

1. You call your boss your Master......that's what Anakin called Obi-Wan.
2. The Malaysian Bar Council Building....its a building dedicated to Lawyers...it reminds me of The Jedi Temple.
3. The Bar Council...The Jedi Council.
4. The Dark Force....Political Parties in Malaysia? haha
5. Master Yoda...Bar Council President.
6.Jedi Robe....the robes lawyers wear @ High Courts
7. Jedi principle: We are neutral. We don't get involved in Politics. Bar Council: We are neutral. We dont get involved in Politics.

Hmmmm...no wonder I took up law. Being a StarWars freak/geek that I am, this is only natural.

May the Force be with you?

Lame. haha.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday baby :) i love you with all my hearttt heee

Apabila Azan memanggil.

Satu ketika dahulu apabila azan memanggil aku buat tidak tahu sahaja. Aku hormat Azan. Aku jawab Azan tetapi aku ignore segala isi kandungan Azan itu. Azan mengajak aku bersolat, aku lebih suka duduk di kedai kopi hisap rokok bersembang dengan teman-teman aku. Jika tidak, aku tidur sahaja.

Ketika Azan memanggil, aku memekakkan telinga dan jiwa aku daripada seruan Allah SWT. Aku memekakkan telinga dan jiwa aku dari Tuhan aku sendiri.

Mungkin aku rasa seperti mahu hidup selama lamanya. Mungkin aku rasa mati itu tak mungkin datang menjemputku. Mungkin aku rasa aku lebih berkuasa menentukan hidup aku dari pencipta aku sendiri.

Aku lupa diri, aku lupa tuhan aku, aku lupa Rasul aku, aku lupa agama aku, aku lupa segala ajaran ibu bapa aku.

Apabila agama aku diperli atau dihina oleh sesiapa di luar sana aku pantas melawan balik. Aku pantas bangun seolah olah aku ini lah pelindung agama suci Allah SWT ini. Akan tetapi, tatkala aku melalui sebuah masjid yang sedang melaungkan azan, aku hanya lalu tanpa memperdulikan isi kandungan azan itu.

Baru aku sedar. Yang membinasakan agama aku bukan penghina, pencacai macai bagai di luar sana. Yang membinasakan agama aku adalah aku sendiri.

Dalam perjalanan balik dari Melaka ke Kuala Lumpur, aku bersembang dengan bapa ku. Tiba-tiba aku tanya dia mengenai kekayaan dunia. Dia tanpa menoleh ke arah aku, menjawab aku dengan sepotong ayat sahaja:

"Semua ini adalah sementara. Tolong jangan lupa"

Aku pembinasa agama Allah SWT di dunia ini. Aku meruntuhkan tiang-tiang agama. Dalam perjalanan balik ke Kuala Lumpur itu, aku rasa Tuhan ku yang Maha Esa telah menyentuh hati aku. Mulai hari itu, aku tidak lagi meninggalkan solat.

Ya Allah, ampunkan hamba mu ini ,aku tidak akan meninggalkan agama aku lagi. Aku takkan ignore seruan Azan.

 Aku tidak ingin menjadi pemusnah agama ku, aku tidak ingin menjadi seorang hero di dunia tetapi seorang hamba hina yang disiksa, dipijak di siat kulitnya di api neraka.

Bagi yang menanya tentang sebab aku post entry ini, sebabnya simple sahaja. Aku perlu ingatkan diri aku serta orang lain di dunia ini supaya jangan lupakan Allah SWT kerana ajal maut bukan di tangan kita. Jika ada yang terdetik nak berubah apabila baca entry ini, Alhamdulillah, tujuan aku telah sempurna.

لا إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله

My dream wedding.

My dream wedding would be on a cliff, somewhere in the enchanted Island of Langkawi,crystal clear blue waters in the back drop, a sunny cloudless sky. It wont be hot though, the wedding will take place on a cliff where giant shady trees grow. There will be less than 100 guests. The closest of family and the bestest of friends only. Bruno Mars will be playing in the back ground and my bride to be standing beside me. Fiona.

That would be my dream wedding if I had a few hundred thousand ringgit to spare. If I don't than my wedding must have at least one of these:

1.  White tents. Not the ugly canvas tents. White tents with fabric roof. Too keep the sunshine out while pleasing on the eyes.
2. Must take place in a place other than a community hall. Not necessarily hotels or clubs. Just somewhere nice and tranquil. Perhaps a forest reserve somewhere near the city.
3. Live band. This is a must.
4.My family and friends.
5.My two cats.
6.A piano somewhere with a pianist. Playing oh so romantic songs such as Canon in D.

I'll be graduating soon. Although its normally girls who are excited as hell about weddings I cant help but to feel really excited about mine too nevermind the fact I have absolutely nooooooo idea when I'm getting married. I am not one hundred percent certain about when I'll get married but the one thing I'm certain of is who I'm marrying. There is not one girl on earth that can replace my Fiona.

I love you to bits sweetheart :)

As fun as it is planning my own future dateless venue-less guest list-less wedding, I know deep down inside that I'll only get to choose what color boxers I'll be wearing on that day because yes, the bride to-be will decide everything and anything. Hmmm..I guess writing this entry was a waste of time since I'll most probably not get a say.....but hey, as long as she's happy, I'm happy. If Allah permits and Insyallah He will, one day I'll be rich enough to give Fiona anything her heart desires.

She wants the world, she gets the world. Because my world would never be complete without her in it.

ps to my bestfriend su, congratulations on your upcoming soon to be engagemnt. I expect nothing less than front row VVIP seats :P

How to be Cool: A brief Guide.

I have never seen myself as a cool person (that is most probably because I'm not). So, with me not being the coolest kid on the block, is my life worth living? Or is my life just a waste of space? I'm gonna write in brief about an observation I made....

Being "Cool" used to be important when I was growing up. I could clearly see the difference between the cool kids, the average joes and the so-called losers. But at 23 years of age, the lines get blurred. 

In final year of uni, the lines get blurred. In the working world, roles are switched. The nerdy loner suddenly becomes a CEO (cool points up by 100%) while the cool but dumb guys become...well...cool dumb and poor (cool points evaporate to zero percent). 

Life is a wheel. All of us are given an opportunity to be cool. Its just a question of when and in which point of time in life. This of course does not apply to everyone in every circumstances. Some were born cool, lived a cool life and died as George Best. Only upon death did you and your coolness part dear George. 

Where I study, most of the cool kids never finish their studies on time. Its always the nerds and unpopular ones that graduate on time and scores top marks in exams. During their time in campus, no one really gave two hoots about who they were. Its when they graduate that people started to realize how cool it was to be them. Young, successful, earning lots of moolah while their so called cool batch mates are still stuck as undergraduates. Extending their asses off.

My point? My point is, no one stays as the cool kid until they die and no one stays as the loser until they die. Therefore I learned that if you see yourself and other people as being cooler than any other individual out there, than you are a joke. Say no to stereotyping :)

How to be cool:

Step 1: There aren't any. 

Step 2: look at "Step 1"

IN THE WISE WORDS OF EMINEM: "Don't let em say you aint beautiful. They can all get fucked just stay true to you.

.....I will live by that. And so should you :)

Your Hand In Mine

Your Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky. The song is So nostalgic. A slide show of my life is showing inside my head.
I can only afford to smile :')

Bye-bye blackberry!

My BlackBerry is DEAD. I fell down, hurt my back,crushed my dear berry in my pocket when I fell so its now dead. I wanted to buy a Bold 2 (Why not Bold 4? I don't have moolah) but I found out that all Bold 2's on sale are recond models aka SECONDHAND. There is no way I'm gonna fork out money to buy a secondhand phone.

Okay so now what phone to buy? I wondered around Lowyat with Amir, my brother. Then I saw a little gem by the name of SAMSUNG Galaxy Ace. Took a look at it. Looked like an iPhone 4. Hated that fact by the way.

Anyways after further pondering and making phone calls to mama ayah and mat (bestfriend cum android specialist) I concluded that the Galaxy Ace was the phone for me. So from now on, goodbye BlackBerry Messenger, Hello Whatsapp!!

From Nokia to Blackberry : How Malaysian children changed.

I got my first mobile phone when I was 15 years old. It wasn't mine alone mind you. It belonged to me, my sister and my brother. It was a Nokia 3310. Almost everyone my age had a Nokia 3310 as a first phone. That was in 2003. Fast forward to 2011, my 15 year old brother uses a Blackberry Curve 8520. Nothing spectacularly advanced but still, it was better than my Nokia 3310.  You may say that times have changed and that a Blackberry Curve is an entry level phone but still, there are cheaper phones around. The Nokia 3310 was the cheapest phone around when my dad bought it for us.

My 16 year old cousin uses a Blackberry Torch. My girlfriend's two 5 and 6 year old cousins own an iPad 2 each. My 5 year old cousin owns a first generation iPhone (it was his dad's but still, it's an iPhone) . My......*the list goes on and on*.

Nowadays when my young young cousins come over, they would play electronic devices to keep them busy if there were no toys around. I remember vividly how different it was for me when I was their age. If there were no toys around, my cousins and I would play traditional Malaysian games like Galah Panjang and Polis sentri or perhaps even PepsiCola. 

How things have changed. 2011 is about to close its doors. I am 23 and I will be finishing with my studies in 3 short months. 

Every time when I am at my grandparent's, I would pause and stare at them for a while. They do look very old. I still remember how they were when I was still very young. My grandmothers from both sides would take me out by taxi to the marketplace while my grandfather would constantly move about the house doing god knows what. Now they just sit down, watch us move about and smile. 

When I have kids, I'll make sure they know what Galah Panjang is. I'll make sure they know how to play PepsiCola. I'll make sure they know how to create a rubber slingshot with folded paper for "bullets''. I'll make sure they go 3310 first before they go all 9900 or 3Gs :).

Student life:16 long years of it. From 7 to 23.

No one wants to read about the life of a 23 year old law student who at 23 years of age, is still a darn law student. But I'm just going to write about it anyway. There are 7 billion people living on the face of this planet. I'm sure at least one out of the 7 billion would read this post about my student life. Uneventful to some, pretty fun for others but nothing short of breathtakingly spectacular for  me.This is my final semester and in 3 short months, I'll finally be done with my student life.

My life. My life started the second I was born. Duh. Life was pretty good when I was a kid. Very much loved, had long straight dark brown hair. No teeth. All gone due to excessive candy eating. Serial bed-wetter and most importantly, a hero to mom and dad. I was a hero. Still am to them.

Okay, primary school. Studied in Britain for 3 and a half years. Bullied by racist Caucasian kids (and you Westerners pride yourselves as being the so-called heroes of human rights. Hello, you massacred the Jews and turned Africans into slaves, not us!!). My brother was my hero. He would beat them sadistic fucks for me. He would then be punished by the equally sadistic racist lunch ladies. Okay, 1997, back in Malaysia. Happy as hell. Kids were my size. If they picked a fight, I would stand a chance of winning. Which I did, at least most of the time. Got my first love letter at 12 years old from an unknown girl.

Secondary school. Divided into two parts. One in Taiping, one in Setiawangsa. In Taiping, prefect. Handsome boy, as some would say. No girlfriend but wanted one after watching the blockbuster Indonesian movie, Ada Apa Dengan Cinta or popularly abbreviated to A2DC. Moved to Setiawangsa at age 15. Learned to play guitar, became good at playing guitar, still handsome boy and now, I got a sad excuse of a girlfriend! Oh wait no, it was more like a fling. A month. So no, wasn't girlfriend, it was a fling. Oh, started smoking, aged 15.

University life. Finally got a girlfriend. Broke up. Heartbreak number 1. Got another one. Broke up, heartbreak number 2. Then got another one, found love of life, will love with all my heart and I want to marry this girl because if perfect was spelled differently, it would be spelled as F-I-O-N-A (Just the way you are- Bruno Mars playing in the background every single time I see her face or write about F-I-O-N-A). Still handsome boy but now I am a bit fat. Gained weight. Oh, quit smoking, aged 23.

Of course everything is much much more detailed than what was written but if I wanted to incorporate every single thing in life, I......most probably wouldn't. Too many things to write, too little patience to accomplish anything.

And there you have it. My student life :)

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