Just Another Filler

It's Saturday. My favorite day of the week! Simply because I am NOT working. Yay, yay.. yay... [jumping up and down happily...]

oK. Am started to feel boring at home. So I went to PC Fair 2010. I tell you. I NEVER like to visit such an event. I am small enough. Everyone squeezes me along the way. I am getting smaller.

Woot. There's one thing in my mind which I am so desperate to get it. I actually doubted whether the thing can be found there or not.

So went there using motorcycle alone. Save money on fuel and parking ticket. =P

Walked the whole place twice! I still could not find the thing I want to purchase. This is so lame. I have my cash ready to purchase it. But it never show up.

However. it is still good enough la. At least I can save my cash now. That's about RM 250.

The Nice Hair

My hair is getting longer and longer. I can remember the very last time I have my hair cut was few days before Chinese New Year. That's some time before 14th February.

Today is 15th April. I have not cut my hair for 2 months. To me. It is so long now. And usually I don't comb my hair. Hence. It is messy all over my head.

Perhaps I don't have to cut yet. My hair is long enough to set it into the latest hairstyle today. This is very great.

According to my sister. That's da latest hairstyle! hmm`..

[that is really disgusting...]

Again. Another random. I shall get a nice hair cut this week.

Proud to be... having da latest hairstyle!

The Blood Donation Series

Wonderful. The time has come for me to go for another blood donation. For the first time, the church did this at the church. Simply because we have expanded our "territory". From a 3 storeys became a 5 storyes.

Having enough space for the church to do this in the building itself. How great. So simply just came to the place after the Sunday's service. This is way convenient.

I still can recall the first time I donated my blood. Terrify me to the max. However. As for today. I do admit that I am still tremble a little. Just that not as serious as the first time. It feels great!

I had a rather quick lunch at the mamak stall nearby. I had free lunch. Thank you, God! Anything that is free just makes me happy. Credit Jordan for the photo above.

It shows how natural I am when I come to act. rofl`...

I tell you. Blood donation is just simple and pain-less. Doh`.. for sure it wiiiillll give you a little bit of pain. BUT. Come on. It just a tiny little pain. It's just nothing comparing this one.

Alright. That's rather disgusting. I rather to have a needle poke into my blood vain than to have wounds on my skin.

Blood donation makes people happy. Trust me.

I can tell. She's happy.

I can tell. They are happy.

I can tell. She is very happy.

I can tell. She is also happy.

I can tell. He is happy and just simply to have more.

This is her first time. And she is happy. By the way. She treated me lunch. =D

I can tell. They are happy too.

I can tell. He is happy.

I can tell. He is pointing at you and say "hey. be a MAN".

I can tell. She is happy.

I can tell. This McD delivery fellow is curi tulang. rofl`.. He delivered the McD and came in to donate blood.

That's me. Credit to Jordan for this photo again. Sometimes it is just amazing to think that a bag of blood may save a person's life. I wonder which scientist discover that blood can actually to be transferred to another person's body.

So far I have donated 5 bags of blood. Gosh. I never never never ever to think that I have donated FIVE bags of blood.

Now my only concern is.. am I fortunate enough to bump into sexy nurse in my next blood donation.

rofl`.. alright. that's just another crap.

Proud To Be... a donor!

The New Line

dOh`... I don't know about this. This is difficult. But somehow I agreed. Here's the story.

My girl constantly ask me to change my line. Ya, the line:

Proud To Be Skinny

According to her. It is as if I am proclaiming myself to go skinnier. In fact, I am skinny enough. Continuing say "Proud To Be Skinny", and I will go skinnier and not going bigger.

This is not superstitious. Imagine you're keeping one telling yourself.

"I think I'm not pretty" or
"I am sad" or
"I am just a failure" or
"Hey. I just proud to be a loser"

Alright. Then you're going to be forever not pretty, sad, failure and a total loser.

Same goes to me. Proud to be skinny? And, I'll be skinny or even skinnier. In the end of the day, I shall hide inside the closet. And never seeing the sun.

Simply just to avoid myself been flown away by the strong wind. Rofl`

So am giving myself a new line. Not now. Am still working it out. Cracking my head. As I said it aint easy. To change a line means I got to change my super-COOL logo as well.

Oh well. I've been using it for quite some time. It is a time to change as well.

The Spot Check

I was truly angry and upset. What is the point then. I could not do anything as well. Here is the story.

I went to the place where I sent my Aga in to repair due to the car accident two weeks back. The guy told me that in two weeks time. I can collect the car. Sadly, I can't collect the car after two weeks. Due to some stupid reason(s) he gave here.

So I decided to go to the workshop myself and check it out. Before I went. I did a homework. So am smart enough. I called the admin of that particular workshop and ask for information.

To my knowledge. The car send to this workshop is not going to repair here. It will be sent to another workshop to repair. So I ask where the workshop is. Obviously, I did not tell who am I. Twist here and there a bit and I found out the car is to be sent to another workshop just a few blocks away from this particular workshop.

For now. I shall name the first workshop, Worshop A and the second workshop, Workshop B.

Purposely. I went to Worshop A and pretending not knowing anything. I asked the mechanic.


Me: "Hey. How's my car for now"

Mechanic J: "About 80%. You may collect it next week. Mostly before Saturday"

Me: "Very well. I would like to see my car now."

Mechanic J: "Oh. Sure. But your car is at a workshop in Kepong"

I was like. What the. In Kepong?!

Me: "Kepong? oH. Then never mind. So long as you can repair it nicely. I don't mind"

Mechanic J: "Sure"

So the conversation ended something like that.

I left the Worshop A and wasn't really happy. I could not see my car because it is in Kepong. However. I remembered the admin told me that they have another workshop few blocks away from Worshop A.

Am decided to dig that workshop out! Otherwise. I won't be sleep well for the whole next week!

AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!

I saw something JUST RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY NAKED EYES and the next thing I want to do is... lift a gun and give that Mechanic J a head shoot!

I saw my precious Aga is "laying" so sickening inside the Workshop B. He seems so weak and it hurts me. I laid my hand on it and I can felt his "heart" is beating weakly. He is dirty from the head to the toes. I can tell that he is suffering much!

The thing that made my anger rose is.. Mechanic J lied me! Without a second thought. I lifted my arm up and pointed to a mechanic over there. I waved him to come.

So now am dealing with Mechanic M.

I told him Mechanic J lied to me. And I am giving no more shit. I want in to be done beautifully in one week time. He told me that he will try all the best he can. Fine. I trust this Mechanic M for one more time. Just one!

Otherwise. Don't blame me to shoot you with a M16 instead of a pistol!

The Miss-My-Car

Trust me. I miss my car now. I haven't seen him for 2 weeks. My bad. Involved him in an accident.

For three weeks. I'm following the Peugeot to work and back from work. Man. Tell you this. I don't really feel good. At first I thought I can get my car back tomorrow which is Saturday.

Supposedly, my Aga shall be back tomorrow! I called this stupid guy up for 3 times.

First time, he said. "I'll go to the workshop and check later."

Second time, he said. "You car is in progress."

Third time, he said. "Your car still has 30% - 40% remaining. You may can't get it this Saturday. Next Saturday only manage to pass to you."

And so. Tomorrow I shall go and see my Aga myself.

The Kids

Recalling back the day when I came Sunday's School just as a guitarist. You know. Being a good Samaritan. Trying to help up. Ended up. I became a t e a c h e r.

It was not a good thing to me at the first place. This is not something me. You know. Me. Me is me. And that is not me. However. I endured it. Time flies. I am involving in this ministry for a year plus. That's amazing? Any suitable word to describe? I can't think of any. Bad vocabulary. I have-no-eye-to-see.

Tell you what. Being a Sunday's School teacher is not an easy task. Firstly. You got to examine yourself. If you view yourself a rubbish. The kids who you're teaching shaped into a rubbish just alike you. We are saying to nurture only good thing to the next generation. Next generation of soldiers of Christ, to be exact.

What did I learn for over the year? For sure a lot.

Kids are innocent. They may seem to be.. You know. The don't-understand-a-thing-kinda of attitude. You talk to them. They act the other way round for you. Like playing with toes.

or maybe.. puzzle with your words.

Huh`.. or,

o.0 ?!

However, trust me this. They are LISTENING into their hearts. They learn every second. The "hard disk" is "installing" everything.

Over the year. Met some great people in my life. Ya, no joke. Great people, they are.

I understand that kids are truly cute. No matter what they are doing. Crawl, jump, cry, eat, lay, fight, shout, sing.. every single action from them is adorable.

As I said. It's not an easy task at the first place. Sometimes even pastor is cracking her head and goes frustrating around. Fortunately. All I can say is. Thank you, Lord for the pastor.

Am never a good one here. Being rebellious around all the time. Too bad. It is just me. So. Intro you a student of mine.

He's 5 years old. Imagine a guy like me teaching a 5 years old kid. Still in the progress of learning. Seriously. I can't imagine myself acting or talking in this really cute manner. Gross me up.

But trust me. Kids appreciate you being their teacher. They remember. Some may forget due to they are really young. They remember. They appreciate.

I was leading a team during Easter Sunday in a game session. I was standing in front leading and there was this kid. He used to be my student. Say proudly to other fellows. "Wa. This is my teacher!"

Told you. They appreciate.

I can only whisper within myself. "Hey kid. Grow up. And be a MAN one day". For you are the real generation of Muk En Church. Teacher may leaves one day because am from Sarawak. And the kids here are the one who is going to inherit the fire!

As we grow older. We tend to get smarter. We tend to do things our own ways. No wonder we were all been told. To have a heart like a kid. Why a kid. Simply. Because it is just innocent.

Sigh. Sometimes I, too get really frustrate when they are being way too naughty. What to do. They are kids. I remember when I was. I was naughty too. Now I can understand or get a taste of it. When kids go naughty. I go nut.

But they are way too cute. And you just have to hold your temper and ... let it be. And he will just..

smile at you as if.. "hey, I won. You lose".

LoL` that's about it for my random. Be good to kids all the time. =D