Hong Kong Super Series Final

Dato' Lee Chong Wei

Malaysian envy you for being able to represent the country, because of your great achievement, we're proud of you.
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My father complained how sissy you are for wearing rings and necklace during game, that was when you lost to Lin Dan from CHina during Olympic 2008. We thought you weren't giving your best, because there were no intention of offencing plays from you, but now.. we think differently.
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You've disappeared for almost 2 months caused by the knee injury, mistakes were expected from everyone before the game, and forgiveness were ready if you didn't perform well. However, you prove us wrong not only by winnning the game at the Hong Kong superseries, but performing so DAMN well, after all the fast saving & recovering, we could tell your performance was at the top form. There were hilarous part when you're able to recover and Peter nor the audience was expecting it, but the moment that carved deep in my memory was you returned the smash with a back trick, everyone burst out in laughter, even the opponent himself couldn't believe it, as if he's playing against the bouncing wall.
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Last but not least, congratulations for winning the Hong Kong Super Series, and thanks for entertaining us. Malaysia Boleh! Lee Chong Wei Boleh!

Carved Within: Hated oF Transportations

My Ang Pow is gone, i've been keeping them since New Year, and now it's no longer in my sight.

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Feelin so pissed off and mad, I was keeping them for luck and also emergencies. but now... it's gone, damn it, and the mood got worse when M told me i throw it away, it's just impossible.. I have absolute NO IDEA on earth how did I manage to throw it away without any memories of it.

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My mom is complaining about the usage of the credit card. Hope to tell her my usage of the petrol is d round trip to work every weekdays, Badminton to Kelana Jaya every Wednesday & Saturday, and that's all. Other usages are delivering documents to the good-for-nothing Secure Express INX Sdn Bhd located at Shah Alam, which they're suppose to pick up from my office but they didn't for so many many times and i've lost count of it. My mom used my car for massage, friend's house, church. One thing i don't like other using my car was because they don't treasure things that doesn't belong to them. The person I hate driving my car the most is my brother, he's the type of person who accelerate and break for short distance *example: Bum to Bum*, not only it consume lots of petrol but also shorten the lifespan of the tires and breaks, the worst of all... he will not pay for any repair if the car is ever damaged, therefore my car is off limits to my brother no matter what reason he give.

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My parents are the same kind of drivers. Father owns a Mercedes Benz, every time he enter his car, he will sit still for a second, checking everything, making sure the air-cond is close before starting the engine, every little problem from the car will be fixed within that day. But when he drive my car, it doesn't bother him if the aircond is still on the moment he turn off the engine but starting the car with the air-cond on, maybe he doesn't care what will happen to the car as long as he's not the one paying for it. Mother will pay for it, but her driving style is still the same as my brother, break, accelerate, which consumes lots of petrol and shorten the lifespan of my tires and handbreak.

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If you're saying i'm selfish, i'm totally fine and agree with it, but at the end of the day i just want to remind you, who deserve to pay for mistakes caused by someone else?

Supernatural

During work, I usually spent my time going through all the documents, checking the mail or keeping my facebook update. But today my colleague called me out to the operation room.
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There's only a door differentiate between the office room & the operation room, so i kinda just had to walk out to reach them. I wish i've never hear this, cause "Fear is often greater than the danger itself".
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With all the valuable stock in the storeroom, it's a must for us to install a CCTV to always keep check of everything, although i hardly look at it unless there's a customer pressing the bell. My colleague told me to look at the CCTV (Storeroom), at first... I thought he was asking me to look at the outside CCTV where it can clearly see my car parking right opposite the company door, i'm looking at it... THANKFULLY, i saw nothing.
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But he insisted and convince that he saw something crossing by.. *GuLp*, was he trying to scare me? I bet he was, so i asked anther colleague who was standing right next to us to tell me he's trying to make me look like a chicken, haha, guess what she said? "Memang ada nampak" .......... 0.0 ............ SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Help...?

Carved Within: Race Back Home

Since primary school, i've been taught by my teachers not too look down in other races and also never discriminate them just because they're 1% out of 100&.

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Sadly, I have very racist parents at home, they always think Chinese is the best race among other races in M'sia, sometimes whenever I talked about a non-chinese friend, they will ask me not to hang around too much with them.

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Why did they see things different from mine? Did they grow up in a time where Malays are killing Chinese because they once lost the election? Or they saw countless Mat Rempik on the road putting their life on the bet with God whether they should win the race or lose their life?

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Very lucky of me, few of my best friends were non-chinese. 1st will be Jessie Janaki, an Indian where we meet each other in the same class at Sunway University College, we had been great friend ever since, talking about our future, and sharing sad and happy moment together. I've seen the impatient side of her, when she realise she was in love with someone, the joy she had when her feeling was returned, and the tears and anger when things had gone down the drain, but we keep in touch, just to tell each other to hang on, cos each of us will be there.

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Another best friend of mine, which i think i've made her sad and unhappy for a very long time until i couldn't even look at her and ask for forgiveness, but yet... she forgave me, thank god. Yup, she's Bilqis Binti Razin (Hope I didn't spell your name wrongly). I meet her during MSSD back in 2002, we were both selected for representitive in MSSS, she was the tallest in the team and she took my pose, haha. When MSSS ended, together with Yen Chiew, the 3 od us compete in streetball spalding 3-on-3, we got the 2nd price, it was so so close beating Kar Suet, Fat Fat & Yoke Ling, maybe if we worked a bit harder back then, we could beat them. Recently, she flew to Korea to further her studies, and i see her off at the airport, together with our friends and also her family & raltives, I still remembered your brother and mom cried when you passed the imigration, i'm sure they missed you a lot after you've left for not more than a day. I'm sorry Bil, for not being there when you're back, and breaking the promises i made, somehow i've not forgiven myself, but still... thank you for forgiving me.




This is a picture of Bilqis & Me during a basketball competition.

Carved Within: Diary

I'm tired, tired from my parents, I don't respect them when I don't gain any from them even after I showed it.

How much I wish I could get a high pay job, get myself a house of my own and stay out. Tears aren't allowed to fall as it's not allowed by me, because tears show weakness, poeple take advantage of it.

Looking up at the raining sky, wonder how long has it been since someone will hold me close, knowing I shouldn't had have to carry the burden and sadness all by myself. The raining sky was so beautiful, as if it's washing up the earth, and mixing up the tears that slowly, unbearably escaping from my eyes. Hugged by the rain, no one knows i'm feeling sad, not seen by anyone, how good that is... but they only come occasionally, what a waste.

Listening to the song "Only Human" from Japanese Drama "1 Litre oF Tears", recommended by Bilqis, how sad yet encouraging, encouraging us to be strong, be brave, hang in there and help will soon be there. Who am i? I'm a nobody trying to be somebody, somebody someone will recognise and look up to.. I'm tired.. and i need a place to hide, please....

Carved Within: Jen's Tattoo

This is Jen's Tattoo, born at 28th Sept 2009, made in Ipoh. Would say this tattoo is nicely done, with the japanese words.

The B2 stands for "Be Brave", and the Japanese words beside means "Please Remember To Be Brave".

For people like Jen, always fear of pain & torture can be easily bully by others even when they don't mean it, at the end of the day, she'll cry and start complaining...

Carved Within: The Raya Weekend

The Raya Weekend

There's really nothing much to do during the weekend, instead of going somewhere for vacation i would prefer to stay at home and rest throughout the day.

I went for grocery shopping, there's some ingredients i need to look out for making the meal as my parents are away for a cousin's wedding where i've luckily escaped the smelly car full of perfume, my parents knew i'm very very sensitive to perfumes yet they're both using it. People always think what's wrong with putting perfumes and stuff like that, but for my situation, these smell can give me a VERY VERY bad headache, and most of the time it will make me puke, damn it!!!!!!!!!!!

Back to the weekend.. Everyone will say wear your seatbelt when you see a police car nearby or a road block in front of you, but how many did caught by the police for not wearing the seatbelt? I'm gonna tell you this, I JUST DID!!!!!!!!!! So ladies and gentlement, although is a short distance, please please please wear your seatbelt or else you will end up just like me. Yeah yeah, there's something the Malaysian like to call "Kopi", so what do we actually mean by that word? Easy, settle it undertable, haha! You're wrong!!!!

Here's the dialog of what happened after i'm being called to stop at the side X.X

Police: *Waving his hand* (Yeah yeah, asking us to wind down the window)

Me: Yaa?

Police: Sila tunjuk lesen anda.

(Getting the license out from the wallet & handing it to the police)

Me: Nah.

Police: Kesalahan kamu tak pakai tali pinggan, sangat bahaya tau? Nak Pergi mana ni..?

Me: Balik rumah lah, ingat dekat aje.

Police: Lain kali ingat pakai, bahaya ni. (Writing the "saman")

Me: Saman ni berapa ah..? (Malaysian should know what it means *Giggle*)

Police: Sorry boss, hari ni ketua yang panggil kamu henti, kalau ku panggil ku boleh bantu. *Handing over the saman* Bayar kat balai polis puchong, ada diskaun kompound.

Me: (Sob Sob, gonna cry soon) Ya, Thank You Boss.

Suddenly a black saga wind stopped next to my car, they were looking at me laughing and smiling, by using sign language they're asking me what's my offence for being caught, by using back the sign language, i told them seatbelt, and they hurry and put on their seatbelt, hahaha, but it's too late, cause the police saw them!

Well, i'm kinda sad that they caught me on this one, but i would prefer to see a fair justice then giving the world an impression of Malaysia ia a country that can settle everything through money. I've learnt my lesson, and will becareful in the future.