Some of my very ‘hip’ friends gawk at me in disbelief and find it absolutely ridiculous that I hate the mainstream RnB/Hiphop Black music. Here’s a good explanation why [thanks, UrbanDictionary!]

1. Fo’ shizzle my nizzle

“fo shizzle ma nizzle” is a bastardization of “fo’ sheezy mah neezy”
which is a bastardization of “for sure mah nigga”
which is a bastardization of “I concur with you whole heartedly my African American brother”.

In other words… What. The. Bloody. Fuck?
Some people just have difficulty speaking in simple, regular, intelligible English, it seems. Sheesh.

And don’t even start.

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Small Talk:
Asam Laksa is like, the best Maggi flavour, evar. *slurp*

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My broken fuel indicator wavered nervously, bouncing up and down several notches as my front wheels cleared a speedbump right before a McDonald’s Drive-Thru window. I rolled down the power windows and the cool evening breeze swept in, making an instant mess out of my voluminous wavy hair.

After combing back several strands off my face with my hands, my eyes met with that of an adorable young lady who greeted me behind the cash register. Her training in customer service really paid off that time.

“Welcome to McDonald’s. What can I get you, sir?” she said to me as her soft, pink lips formed a gentle smile that gleamed like a beacon below her prim nose and bright, cheerful brown eyes. Her thin eyebrows perfectly complemented her smooth forehead and her slightly oval-shaped face was beautifully framed within a black tudung, decorated by a headband with little green ogre ears.

“Hmm…” I thought out loud for a while. “I’ll have an apple pie…”

“One apple pie…” she parroted while she keyed in the order.

“…a Coke Light, regular size…” I continued.

“One regular Coke Light…” another keystroke followed her words.

“…and your phone number, please?” I gave her an instant ‘hey, babe’ smile.

She let out a slightly amused chuckle. “Very cute, sir. That will be RM3.15*”

“Aww,…here you go.” I kept my smile and handed her a RM5 bill. I wasn’t too disappointed, though.

“Thank you, sir. Please wait by the next window to claim your orders.”

She gave me back my change and receipt, this time with a very wide smile.

“Better luck next time!” she said before sliding shut the glass window and waved me a cheerful goodbye. She slowly shook her head and went back to the cash register, still smiling. She probably took my gesture as a simple, well-meaning compliment.

I drove back home with the apple pie in my mouth, still amused at what just happened. For that short fleeting moment, apple pies have never tasted so good. It’s a shame that I didn’t even catch her name.

*I don’t remember the price. It was a tea-time offer or something.

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Small Talk:
Now that my classes have started, I guess I won’t be having so much free time anymore. Oh well. Welcome back to campus life, everyone! I’ll be in Cyberjaya more often, so I’ll be seeing you guys around more :D

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It was a rainy drive home from dinner with my mom when my phone rang.

“Yeah?”

“Hey dude, the RAM you got for me right, what brand was it?”

“Uhh, I can’t remember. Check your receipt la.”

“Oh okay.”

“What about it?”

“Nah, I’m thinking off adding more RAM to this system.”

I built a PC for this friend of mine a couple of months back. It’s a pretty spiffy system with an Intel E6600 and 1GB of RAM. I purposely gave him a single stick of 1GB and discouraged him from using Windows Vista [for obvious reasons]. For a system that runs Windows XP, and owned bby a medical student who would only use it to play hi-end games, 1GB of RAM is sufficient, and it made me wonder why he wanted more.

“What, you’re thinking of installing Vista?”

“Nah, just that it feels like my machine is lagging, lately.”

“Well, that must be a software-related issue. Run some virus and spyware tests and you should be okay.”

“But I want the satisfaction of 2GB of RAM!”

“What for? You won’t feel a difference.”

“Ah, RAMs are cheap these days anyway.”

“I don’t know about you, but RM 100 is quite a lot of money to me.”

My mom was in the passenger seat and she let out a slight chuckle at that remark.

“Oh.”

“Your hardware is fine. Get a friend to check your system for problems.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I let out a sigh of relief. I’m just glad that he called me instead of hastily spending more money unnecessarily. Besides, his PC is one that ‘I’ built, and if it’s flawed, it’s ‘my’ name that gets tarnished. That is something I would absolutely hate to happen.

“What was that about?” asked my mom.

“Oh, nothing. Just a friend asking about something.”

“Is his PC broken?”

“Nah. I built his system for his a few months back. Now he feels like it’s lagging. Since it’s a brand new machine, I really don’t think it’s a hardware failure. So I told him it must be software-related.”

“Well, you don’t have fix his PC, anyway.”

“It’s not broken. It’s just slow. I’ll probably help him figure it out if he needs me.”

“Why bother? You’re not his tech support engineer.”

“Why do you always have to talk like that about my friends?”

“Like what?”

“Every time I help fix someone’s PC, or build one for someone, both of you ALWAYS demand that I ask for something in return. Fees, petrol money etc.”

“No, I-”

“Why do you always think everyone who talks to me is out trying to get me? Why do you always assume that every person I help is taking advantage of me? Why do you always talk like I must never trust another person in this world?”

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..is a song by Enigma that doesn’t get aired. On local radio. I doubt it ever will. I’ve been addicted to it. For the past few days. Why am I writing in short sentences? Oh no. I’ve lost a precious ability. To write in long elaborate sentences. Usually it would make me sound real smart. Then again, writing like this. Hmm, it’s quite fun.

Meh.

It was a beautiful day outside. Windy with lots of puffy, shady clouds. It wasn’t too hot or too bright. So I took a walk with my camera. I was walking by a house that is under renovation. I spotted this little black butterfly. It was licking off the sands. Maybe licking for salt.

I just wanted to put in this picture because I don’t have anything to write about. Wait, I do, actually. A story, in fact. And it’s uh,…a somewhat heroic tale. Sort of. I think. But I think I’ll hold it and write about that some other time :p

MMU has just received its latest bunch of newcomers, and here in Cyberjaya, there’s a merry bunch of FCM kiddies who are going to start their Alpha [foundation] courses next week. I’ll be joining their classes, too. I can’t wait to meet all the fresh young chicks!

*laughs and points at graduating FOE and FIT guys*

Now I feel bad for you guys. REALLY bad :D

For the past couple of years, I’ve helped some noobs to fix their PCs for a tiny fee. Usually it’s simple stuff like reinstalling Windows or replacing CPU parts. Sometimes, whenever possible, I backup their data before I format, but most of the time, all their files got infected and they don’t mind if I wipe the disks clean.

A bad habit of mine is that I always dig in to find any *cough* interesting *cough* media for me to leech. On one occasion, my last client actually, this habit kinda backfired on me.

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