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A New House and A New Begining

A new place
A new beginning

So it’s been a while. Initially I stopped this whole blogging thing because I was occupied with the UTP Project and all. That and the fact I was just too lazy to compose anything.

So I’ll just give you the Cliff Note's version of the things that‘s been happening.

1) UTP Tronoh
2) Khun Reed
3) Zack’s Wedding
4) This is my favorite, PINDAH RUMAH

On My Younger Brother Getting Engaged Before Me

I am still waiting for my ‘Sepersalinan’. Make that songket, 4-meter long and 4-ply gold thread. That or anything from Tiffany and Co.

On Weddings

I hate going to wedding receptions. Weddings make me feel like a loser, single and all. As if the ‘single table’ is not bad enough, they have to rub it in with speeches on relationship and all. I used to just drink the nite off and spend the nite on the bathroom floor after making fun of the dais. But now that drinking has left the system, the least I can do is sit down and come up with '10 Ways to Commit Suicide: A Loser's Guide to Ending It All'.

On New House In Pandan Indah

So we got this house in Pandan Indah ( despite my initial dislike with anything ‘Pandan’ ). It’s a 4 bedroom link house. Izrin, Mulder, Nageb and I share the rent.

On Why I Hate Anything Pandan

Blame it on my maid. When I was 6, I saw one of my friends carrying a tumbler full of green liquid. It tasted good.

“Pandan,” he answered when I asked him what it was.

I went back home and convinced my maid that you can actually make ‘Air Pandan’ by blending them. She did and gave me a glass full. I had no choice but to drink it. Needless to say our recipe for "Air Pandan" was actually a recipe for disaster. I had diarrhea and my maid was almost fired for being mildly intelligent.

On Marble Floor

The only thing that I don’t like about the house is the fact that the floor is made of marble. I just hate how cold it is when I walk in my room for a smoke (you can’t smoke in the living room because the smell would linger and that could lead to the untimely death of any one of my housemates, now we don’t want that do we). Solution?
Old Kilim rug from Old House in Bangi. Have to measure the room so as not to end up with an oversized rug.

On Super Spacious Kitchen

We are all still trying to figure out what to do with the spacious kitchen.

On Waiting Long Enough To Get What You Really Want

Mokciknab’s son, Adam, once said,

“If you wait long enough, good things will come to you”.

But then again, he was reffering to Playstation II.

On Hand Phone Charger

I manage to break my hand phone charger twice in the period of 8 months. As we are all well aware, Motorola has a penchant for discontinuing the production of certain hand phone models and its accessories, so if you break em, you throw em away and get a new one. Good marketing strategies.

But knowing me, and how I hate to spend more than 20 bucks on anything, I repeat, anything, (ok maybe I did spend a bit much on those Polo t-shirts), I tried to track down the winners who won the phone, the same time I did, and give them a call. Minus one, since I already took my friend’s charger after he lost his phone. So 3 more to go.

As I was fighting the urge to call Mahani Awang, editor Of ‘Wanita’ and borrow her charger, Ashwad told me that I could get the charger in Taman Tun. So I did. And it was cheap. 15 bucks, so instead of coughing up 100 bucks for a freaking charger that you know is going to get ruin after, say 4 months, you might as well get a 15 ringgit charger that you can just throw away and get a new one anytime you want. And true enough, mine met with an accident while I was cleaning the house on Merdeka Day. One of the clasps that were supposed to attach the charger to the phone broke and now I had to lean the phone and the charger against something so that it can work properly. Smart kan?

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