Sigh let’s look at today’s events. Seemed pretty long than usual.Today we had a few plans and it turned out pretty funky. It all started with just me, Nirah, As and Ganaesh. The plan was to let them taste the cheese naan i had sometime ago, then window shopping at Low Yat for a while, and off to kill time at Times Sq. Apparently, Dustyhawk wanted to survey prices at Low Yat, and I thought I’d ask him to join us, because I was going to take him to the cheese naan place anyway.

Earlier this morning, Dusty called to let me know that Albert will be joining us. I guess it’s fine since I have been telling Nirah and Ganaesh about Albert, so I thought it may be good to introduce them to each other.

Upon arriving at Masjid Jamek LRT station, Ganaesh sent a message saying that he’d be late. So we waited for Nirah. She turned out to be late as well since she got off on a station BEFORE Masjid Jamek. And then we strolled over to Ahameedia’s to meet Dusty and Albert. Those two waited for us patiently before they even made their order [how schweet]. After the light introduction, Albert unveiled his latest toy, an Ukelele. WTF is an Ukulele? Well, glad you asked. Here’s Albert with one at Central Market.

Lakukara-cha, lakukara-cha…

So we got down, and Albert wowed the ladies with his 1337 kube skillz while we waited for our orders. And when it arrived…

Albert was so happy to see this

After the meal and light chit chat we took a bus to Bkt Bintang and headed to Low Yat through Sg. Wang. As the guys were walking ahead I slowed down for the girls to catch up. But then, when I turned around, the girls dissapeared! Oh shit, the female instincts kicked in!, I thought. After a few minutes of searching, we found them. So off we went to meet up with Ganaesh at Low Yat. Met him at a hobby store and had ourselves a thourough look-see.

We then went ahead to survey prices upstairs, after a while, the girls got bored so Ganaesh and I took them to Sg. Wang, where we lost them, again. Ganaesh and I decided to give up and went over to grab ourselves a McD cone sundae and head over to Times Sq, where Dusty and Albert are waiting since they’re done with Low Yat.

Gaara’s Guilt. Good Time, Great Taste. Only at the Big M.

Upon meeting up with them at Starbucks, we ordered nothing, and Dusty and I started comparing our cameras. We did quite a lot of funny shit, taking pictures snapping here and there, testing different modes while we wait for the girls to be done with their stuff.

Clockwise from topleft: Ganaesh, Me, Albert, Dusty

Done with that, we went upstairs to the games arcade. Nirah gawked at the indoor theme park for a quite a while before we managed to convince her to join us at the arcade. Went to play air hockey and Daytona2. I took a shot at this 18-wheeler game, it was pretty fun.

By then everyone was pretty tired, so we decided to part ways. Ganaesh went with the girls to Petaling St. while the rest of us went to Maju Curry House for a bet. Albert was seriously claiming that the teh tarik served there has cinnamon in it. Twice Dusty and I went, twice were we disappointed. So since Albert put his money, we didn’t mind at all. If it had cinnamon, well, it deserves some buck from my pocket. Otherwise, I don’t have to pay for it, which is good. The verdict?

Jeng, jeng, JENG. No cinnamon. Dusty and I couldn’t taste it, while Albert insisted on the cinnamon’s minty-minty-weird aftertaste.

After that, Dusty and I decided to go look for holes to fill. We searched far and wide, from Jamek to CM to Kotaraya. No holes. We went to every bakery in sight, but none offered even the simplest of holes. Damn.

So we decided to call it a day, since Albert promised Syefri to meet him at Uptown. Oh well, we headed home anyway. I grabbed dinner at BK Jamek and headed home. Reached home, took a nice shower, and slept. Oh yeah, this caught my eye at Bdr Tun Razak:

Ambitious taxi companies.

Owari.

Yes, we all heard about it. But what BBC reported simply astonished me. I never really did gave a flying fuck [and never understood why people really bother] about Anwar’s case. At least until I came upon…

“We allow the sentence and conviction to be set aside. We find the High Court misdirected itself. He should have been acquitted,” said Judge Abdul Hamid Mohamad, head of a three-judge panel.

Azizan Abubakar alleged he had been sodomised by Mr Anwar in May 1994.

The date was later amended to May 1992, but when it emerged that the condominium where the alleged act supposedly took place did not then exist, the charge was amended a second time.

Mr Anwar’s supporters say he was charged for politically motivates
The court also concluded that Mr Anwar’s co-accused did not appear to have confessed voluntarily, and expressed concern that the police had been heavy-handed

- BBC News

What happened to the rightful justice?

That’s what Sarah did. After Jumaat prayers today, I came home to check on my torrents and continue watching Kino’s Journey[a very wonderful anime which I will write a review when I'm done with it]. I didn’t realize that it was drizzling outside.

After a few minutes, it starts to pour. I especially love it when it rains. So I immediately got up a boiled some water for hot drinks to enjoy in the rain.

“Fuwah, hujan rezeki ni”

Rezeki punya rezeki. As I was leaning back while enjoying the show, from the rear panel of Sarah’s CPU burst a bright crackling spark! I was shocked and somewhat startled for a few seconds.

“Shit shit, WTF was that?”

Sarah, surprisingly was still running with no problems, until I noticed a baloon on my system tray:

Eh? That’s odd. I felt worried as heck so I rebooted Sarah, the network switch, and the DSL modem. To my horror, the LED for ports 1&2 [DSL modem and Sarah, respectively] didn’t light up. So I tried exchanging ports and tried pinging the modem from my mom’s crap PC. I discovered 2 things:
- Ports 1&2 got damaged, and can’t work
- Sarah’s on-board LAN port got fried

Damn. So called up Fairuz and asked if he can take me to the nearest PC shop.

“Camni la. Aku nak gi Mines tukar game aku yang rosak tu. Nak ikut?”

Oh joy. At times like these I really REALLY love my buddies. So we went to Mines, got myself a PCI network card for RM18, and just had a walk around Mines. Sampled the oh-so-hyped aiskrim goreng, which turned out sucky, and we went for a few rounds of good old Daytona [guess what, I got owned, again!]

Came home, and replaced the 56k modem [haha, its not like I was gona use it anyway] with the LAN card and voila, Sarah is back online.

So much for the story of the day.

Sometimes I really want to yell at my mom.I mean, I depend so much on her, yet she pulls off all of her ‘mindful’ stunts.

Every once in a while she barges into my room and messes around with my closet?
“Mak cari apa?”
“My underwear.”

What say you? WHAT SAY YOU!?

I bought bread yesterday for today’s lunch. Guess where I found it? In the fucking fridge. Why?

“I you don’t it will spoil”

Is the bread fresh? Yes. Is the bag opened? No. Will it spoil outside the fridge over 24 hours like that? I leave he answer to you.

Oh yes. She’s right about everything. EVERYTHING.

Your PC games don’t sound cool anymore. Yeah, well maybe because a big part of my gaming experience was with the PC instead of the PS, but fuck it lah.

I suck at console games, I really do. I know a lot but I suck at putting to use what I know. So even if I do talk a lot, I can’t do shit, get myself owned, and get barrels of laughter running over me.

It’s not fun when only you become the punchbag in EVERY game they play. It just…sucks. I can’t get them to play on my turf either because they “can’t play it well”.

Now how do I label these people? Should I?