Watched an old movie, The Mist by Stephen King.
AWESOME~! Love Stephen King’s movies.. I would recommend 1408 and secret window to ALL!
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Went on a day trip to penang today.. From 6a.m. to 9pm plus plus.
Penang, Lunas, Berapit and then home..
See that red plate, that’s me grandma, on my grandpa’s grave.. The next would be “I dont remember” 
I miss her.
I was thinking how would she feel if she was alive and I’m in my current state. Sigh.. I guess I failed her. :/
I’m so sorry.
No other place better than home..
When back to my hometown for a week, it was SAD. Its dirty, its filthy, and its filled with people who stink and think they are better. I just dont get it. The fking gov can afford to build a bridge but they just cant have the decency to clean the garbage.
They say a picture shows a thousand words.
Car anyone? Js a lil hammering and it’ll be moving again!
The pictures above are only from a “section” of the place where my grands’ hse is. There are LOTS and LOTS more places which i saw and didnt have the time to bring out my phone. :/
You can actually park in between a garbage bin, BIG bins to buy your FOOD. omfg. This guy or ladt is an idiot. There were more parkings a lil further behind. sigh.
My jeans ripped abit at the knee. T.T Sniff, i loved my jeans.
Drank a lil at my grand’s hse. The Heineken is from Langkawi, so it’s a bit taller. >D
I tell you, them lady drivers here really prove the point where they need to go for exams TWICE! They are really really deadly. :/ Not saying ladies around the world. Just this place. I dont get it. I was beside the lady, ua know what happen? The lady just turn over to my lane without any signal nor concern. I WAS FKING BESIDE HER! Literally! Luckily I saw her car getting closer and closer. Fking BMW, I was driving my grandpa’s kancil. =.=
My aunt, cousins and bro cooked Mee.. “Kai Si Mee” Loved it! The taste was almost the same as the shop that I used to go when I was a kid. We had “wan tan” also. 
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Mmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm..XD
Big ass “wan tan” by my fat ass cousin. He was trying to run away..
Leftovers.. O.O *noticed the amount of the greens* lol
i dyed me hair! lol.. red.. XD
And then it was time to go.. The new airport in Alor Setar.
Which dumbass fella designed this ugly pillar.. =.=
And I was home.. Chat with my love until 4 in the morning. O.O Damn that time difference.. But it was so nice to see her again and to talk to her making her smile and laugh. <3
Its good to be home. Now I dont think I wanna go back to my hometown for another loooongg loooongg time. I dislike the place so much now. Its so dirty.. Sigh.. besides that, no internet. I cant connect with my someone and that sucked big time. :/
So, I’ve been doing some shopping lately from Dec.. Deciding what should i get. Finally.
Razor Pro Solution M250 (Black)
This was a tough choice. So many brands, so many nice designs, so many price. Finally i got them today. After lots and lots of thoughts and self psychology. It was done. This would be another fine piece of item into my inventory. 
The sound quality is there. But for the bass you gotta tune it in the equalizer to get it. Other wise, no heavy bass.
Well, I hope it last longer than my previous creative earphones. *fingers crossed*
Sony Ericsson W660i
This was easy. Back in Chinese New Year, my cousin was in the phone business. I asked him what was the nice and affordable sony walkman phone nowadays. He pointed out this model and I loved it. I was going for the black model, but it was out of stock. So, RED it is! 3G too.. Lol.. Now my dad keeps on video calling me.. -.-”
Working life is really sucky and the bright part is… wait, you don’t have a bright part. 
You get paid, continue with the endless life of going to work, coming back, going to work, coming back. I’m now starting to get into these passive income or forex, stocks kinda things. Thanks to tat, who keeps on inviting me to all these talks. So now, i have a new target. Live free, Financial free. You gotta earn it. I’m heading for it head on. Picking it up slowly. A step and a time.
*kneels* God help me. For I hope i know what i’m getting myself into.
A lot of my friends are going overseas to future their studies. hmmm, When would my time be? -.-’
Why o why did i take the course that allows me to complete everything in M’sia. :/
Oh well, decision made. Enjoying life. Missing my grandma.
I wanna hug her again. I wanna talk to her again. I wanna hear her voice again.
I just miss her so much.
Anyway, I hope my friends out there live the life they want and be strong!
We back here will always listen to you!
-Peace out-
I don’t even have the slightest idea what the heck does it mean. Peace out? means out with the peace?
The days are becoming better i guess..
The thought of her not there being with me when i get my 1st brand new car teared me.
The thought of her not there when i graduate drops me to the ground.
The thought of visiting her in the house breaks me apart.
The thought of visiting her in the graveyard saddens me.
But I’m still fine, Still fighting to live on. FUcking world. Fucking job. Fuck the people who are working there.
Life goes on. I hope they burn in hell one day. God bless us all.
I’ve been gaming for the pass few weeks. Serious gaming, non-stop gaming. Burning me. Oh, well. I enjoyed it.. But i know it has gotta stop. Time will tell. Cant do shit bout it now.
Live on.
She’s gone. She’s really gone. Just like that.
No goodbyes.
No hugs.
No kisses.
So not like her. Everytime, if I drop by her place, she would want me to go see her chat with her. and I did of course.
The sickness has robbed her of her life.
She looked after my back.
She took care of me since I was a baby.
She pampered me.
She played with me.
She cooked for me.
She prayed for me everyday of her life.
She loved me the most.
She gave me everything.
She was ever there when I needed her.
Because of her I am who I am today.
I tried to help her ease her pain.
but the cancer had already taken so much of her. I tried…
I tried to make her smile whenever I can.
I loved her so much. When i was free I’d stop by her place to greet her or spend my time with her.
She gave me a life. My education, My bike, My car, My laptop. Everything in life, she gave me the best.
Not anymore. Never will be another person like her. Never will there be another that loved me like her.
Now i’m on my own. The journey ahead is so stormy without her. I’m so afraid.
I want her back.
I miss her. I miss her so much.
Another fight broke off, the urge of hitting the other person was building up. The more the person shouted and yelled at him, the more he wants to hit him hard. Provokers, they don’t learn do they, them sons’ o bit*hes, just stirring problems for other people to clean. So, he opened the door for him to come. “Bring it on!” he says, holding a baseball bat in his right hand, standing in front of his room awaiting the provoker to come forth. The fella was just standing there when he saw the bat in his hand. Huh, coward, he knew he was in for a beating if he dare step forwards empty handed. So, he threw the stick on the bed and immediately the coward charged at him.
What luck the 1st hit he was laid on the provokers face, making his glasses fall. That woman, screaming beside asking them to stop. She started this, now she wants it to stop. Unbelievable. Continuous punches to the coward’s face. He couldn’t even hit properly. All that coward, weakling did was scratch him. But he scratch good. Nearly got the eye, broke of the white gold chain he was wearing for so many years. Ah, but the satisfaction of hitting that asshole in the face was so fulfilling! In the end, that provoker threw him on his own bed thinking he couldn’t do anything, or was he the one that pushed the bastard on the bed, he could not remember. As flexible as a rubber, he thought fast, he drew up his legs and gave the asshole one on the face again, the coward backed a little, so he sat up and gave him more to the head.
Finally, the woman sat in between them ending the fight. If it wasn’t for her, he would jumped on the asshole giving him more of what he deserves. Shouting at him, thinking he can be the hero, acting like the hero of sort. What an idiot! the fight stop but the urge to give the asshole was still there, it was his turn to be a provoker, but it didn’t work. That coward must be tired or worn out, lucky him. He was just getting started. But it ended anyway.
He does know that it was partially his fault, but that bastard, that asshole, just had to make things worst for himself. He was just sticking up for him, but he insist that she knew it all, whats best for him and trying to protect her was his excuse of a living. That’s what he gets for being one, pathetic, idiotic, scumbag, no good for a living dickhead.
It didn’t have to have a fight to solve the problem, it was all just talking and shouting, but assholes are assholes. It is done. After all that has been said and done, everyone left and he was all alone in his room. He tried to slow his heartbeat down from the excitement, but it just didn’t. So he went to force his body to throw out the lunch he ate. Finally, it slowed down a little. He took up the phone and rang his love for comfort and to tell what has happen. The out burst of all his problems came suddenly. He finally gave in, and wept, he cried for so long, so painful. He wept with all his heart. He, himself did not even think it was that much. So painful, so heart breaking and so much, buried deep within him, he has concealed even from himself. He was living a lie and he knew it, but his love as usual slowly and did her best to try comfort him. She did her best, but she just wasn’t fast enough for him, but still she did the job right. Slow and steady as you would say. Alas, tired he was from so much mind probing activities, he needed rest for the nights outing. Saying goodbyes and giving not existence warmth from her to him, he close the phone and close his eyes. He rested.
So, it was Voting day and all but.. I couldn’t vote yet so what the heck.. I heard BN got trash though..
Just got back from hometown, actually the reason for going back to hometown wasn’t cause of the voting. My Uncle was getting married. Here’s the deal, my granduncle that passed away a few weeks back wasn’t blood related. Yea, so the marriage goes on. =.=” Traditions..
On the way back, I was driving.. Everyone was sleeping.. So..
Look at it.. Right in front of me, it was gonna rain..
And, It actually did.. Was going bout 40~60km/hour. Cuz that car in front just wouldn’t go faster..
Today on the way back.. It rained again.. =.=”
Will ya just look at that dark and gloomy sky..
It already started raining on that side.
I like this.. Check out, one side clear; the other raining.
That’s all for the journey.. Oh, meet 3 of my cousins..
Gary
Ying Qian ~~> I think
Zi Ying
Well.. That’s it I think.. Oh, meet a lot of my aunties that I have not seen for a LONG LONG TIME.. Cause all of them came back for the wedding. Canada, Australia, UK..
Where should I go when I grow up? o.O
My uncle passed away this morning.. 4 a.m. (GMT +8.00) In the hospital. He was my grandma’s brother.
I loved him deeply. He took care and loved me since I was a baby, when my grandma was looking after me til now.
He had no children. Whenever I see him, there’ll be a smile on his face that would eventually make me smile too. Every now and than when I would go back to hometown to visit him, he’ll definitely force the issue of bringing my whole family out for meals. He would always give my siblings and I money when we visit him in his canteen in some high school.
But, he was suffering. He was a smoker. His lungs were not healthy. He condition worsen everyday. Finally he left us. I hope his death was peaceful and without suffering during his sleep. They say he could not breath. So i doubt it was comfortable.
Sigh.
I just regretted that we did not go back hometown to visit him this Chinese New Year for the last time. He would be so happy, but he’s gone now. From the 1st day of Chinese New Year he was sad that none of our family could go back. He called my grandma yesterday saying he could not take it anymore, he said it was hard for him to breath easily and it was very uncomfortable. For the 1st time after a long time. Tears are flowing down from my eyes as I type this entry. I know if I don’t do it now, there would not be a time where I would type this entry. I’m going back to the funeral on the 27th of Feb. I pray that his death would not effect my grandma’s condition any further as she is also in the critical condition. Why is everyone leaving? Must they leave me?
He will be remembered.
I just found out, he has 2 children which he had never mention in front of us. I knew i had a wife and divorce for some reasons, but 3 children! My dad told me while he was young he work in the mines for some mineral and earn a few cents for that to bring home and knowing the children says it was not enough. It was never enough, so I guess he gave up and literary ask them to go to hell. Wow.. I’ll be going back to the funeral today. Change of plans.
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