horrible

today i rode 156km in 6 hours. my arms, back, neck and especially legs are hating myself right now for putting them through so much pain. i wonder how the pros do this day in and day out, for a longer distance and faster pace. but it was a great experience and achievement i feel. next stop, kota tinggi.

enum

and i thought platoon sarjen azpar singh sanga li ah cai richard's singing on guitar hero was bad enough.

good ol' times

we never seem to get bored of our repeated jokes. here are just a few to share.

1) Ciplak (plagiarism)
our malay teacher told us to do a malay composition based on any title we liked. it was for the school's malay magazine. a few of us went to the internet and copied wholesale a couple of short stories. when the due date came, this was what happened:
teacher: "SIAPA DI SINI CIPLAK KARANGAN DIA?!"
azpar and xarid owned up: "yer cikgu kite amik dari internet."
teacher: "ANNUR(some girl in class), INI KARANGAN AWAK KE?!"
annur: "yer cikgu saya yang tulis."
teacher: "ABEH KENAPE ADE 'BISA' DALAM KARANGAN AWAK?!"

anyway she's bloody stupid to just copy and paste blindly without even reading it through once.

2) Stones
azpar and i were supposed to go home together. but he got caught up with something so i waited for him at one of the benches in school. there were many stones around where i was sittingand azpar's bag was with me. so i decided to take a few and put it in his bag. he came back and then we went home. this was what happened the next morning in malay class, which was our first lesson of the day:

azpar, while opening his bag, "EH APE NI ADE BATU DLM BAG AKU???"
i was sitting beside him, "kau tak pack bag kau?????"

it's amazing how he can carry his bag filled with stones home, and then back to school again the next day.

3) the Prophecy
this is my favourite story of all time. it was malay class, AGAIN. the teacher was in a bad mood. one of my friends pissed her off and she said: "TIADA MAAF BAGI MU!"

azpar, trying to be clever, said "cikgu, sedangkan nabi maafkan umat nye."
with her thunderous voice the teacher roared "APE NABI-NABI?!!!! INI BUKAN SOAL NABI!"

that was just absolute suicide.

our glory days

money no enough

apjal, azpar singh sanga li ah cai richard, fred farid

we are the 2009 Youth Entreprenuers of the Year. HUAT AH!

kiasu

my Undisclosed Desires

the last time Muse came, we were late and tried to cut queue only to be turned away by security, Esdy nearly lost one side of his Zara slippers and we left Fort Canning Park happy and sweaty.

this time round i'm going to camp at the indoor stadium the night before the concert.

crash and burn

Tattoo Halal

Sedap.

CYCLOPS

i just couldn't resist.