Pukul!!

After having this insane itch to do something less stressful in the midst of heavy examination, project and assignment mayhem, I decided to go to the driving range to hit some balls. It was more "I need to go" somewhere than "I need to hit some balls" type of scenario.

My ever "lost" house mates came with as they have preconceived perception on the game of golf. First they taught that since I didn't drive the car I drove last year (anda faham?) that I couldn't get into the clubhouse itself let alone the driving range. Then they thought that they would have to fork out a lot of dough. Lastly, they did think that golf wasn't a "sport" and that it is as easy as it looks.

The first misconception made me a bit sketchy myself as I have never drove my viva to a golf club before. All the nervousness washed out as we came to the guard house. The guard immediately lifted the gates without hesitation and even tried to sell us some golf balls. (Guard itu tidak car-cist rupanya). Then when it came to paying for the golf balls at the range, I said I would pay for the first 50 balls each since they were skeptical about the payment. After they found out that it was just a mere RM3 for 50 balls, they later added another 50 and paid on their own. (Selepas 50 bola pertama, mereka gian ingin memukul lagi..lepas geram agaknya).

Then came the biggest surprise, well to them, out of the whole ordeal. Ordeal ke?? The "non-sport" made them sweat, have blisters and some muscle pain. This is the result of no stretching and no gloves. Not a sport they say. As I watched in amusement at how they tried to concentrate on hitting this small white ball as far and as straight as they can. Luckily there weren't to many people near us as we might have had to send one of them to the hospital with the way the guys were hitting (but applause for consistency). Ha ha ha. After I taught them some of the basics (that I know of) they found it to be fun and tiring.

So in the end I am here, writing this somewhat useless post about an all too common saying "don't judge a book by it's cover".

Heh, bosan.

p/s: kepada mereka yang masih lagi adamant golf bukan satu sukan, sila jumpa kawan2 saya. Saya suruh mereka membawa anda memukul. (Jangan risau, mereka tidak mengajar).

Lari Pantas

Resting myself from speaking metaphorically, I'm trying to consider on blabbing about raya. Maybe not. Malas. Lets have a synopsis shall we.

A week before raya, most of the guys (and some girls) from Gombak had the annual berbuka beramai-ramai thing. There were like 30 of us there and there would be the Peninsular Residence Hotel. Saup's dad gave him the money to spend it on all of us at the hotel. Gua makan sakan.

Then a couple of days later a handful of us went to bid farewell to Saup effin' early in the morning at KLIA. We lepak-ed at KLIA from 4a.m to 10a.m. Sahur at McD. Kali ni tak sakan sebab bayar sendiri.

Then a couple of days after that just two days before raya, sent my bro off at KLIA as well. Buka at the food court there.

A day before raya headed back to Lipis where we stayed till the 2nd raya. On the 2nd of raya went straight back to Muar and was back home on the 3rd of raya.

fin.

Side note: Saup itu nama pendek untuk Safwan.

Depresi kecil

Slowly manifesting into a huge ball of fire. The nuclear plant of the living is being taunted to its limits. Everybody is poking at different buttons to control the plant. Self explosions could be in matter of years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds.

Everybody has their own agenda, there own use of the plant. Pushing every button without proper authorisations, even proper hard hats. Useless analogies of different meanings. Push that red button they say. Push the blue one they say.

I pushed the off button.

Eat me. Raw.

Sayonara

Two days ago it was a rehearsal so to speak.

Today it's D-Day. So let's see if any of the preparations has been enough to get through the day.

The Mask

Minta maaf atas post-post terdahulu yang membawa tona "honey and clover". Mungkin sebab permandangan aku terhadap dunia telah berubah atau aku sebenarnya sudah begini cuma kali ini ada platform untuk berinteraksi.

Atau juga sebab aku suka "honey and clover".

Mungkin.

Bosan

So I have changed my blog. Perhaps the once and last time.
With what seems a new fresh ambiance I sit still conflicting on posts.
Heck, I'll start when I wanna. So with this I salute to a new helm.

To those who finds my back stories in my other blog still amusing,nostalgic and down right embarrassing it will still be up. I don't think I will be deleting it for nostalgic purposes. Okay I'm THAT lazy.
Old One

A-ny-way, heres to the future!