Saturday, September 29, 2007

...howwwzattt... for the evolution??

All went smooth sailing until I reached my SRP year (1987), you see the seniors (5th former) are one crazy and rowdy lots. During that particular year my batch had become what you may call "the punching bag", you might be ended up in the torture chamber without knowing what you're in for. Those guys would simply pick you randomly and summon you up to their dorm along with your unfortunate peers to what we called the event of "Royal Rumble" hence the wrestling show. We would be standing in the middle of the ring (dorm) and they would form a circle and make us to fight each other until the last man standing. Here the victor wouldn't get away in glory, instead you'll still have to face their wrath for beating your own friend. If there are 20 seniors in the dorm, you'll have to face a "starlight" from each and everyone of them. This happened all year long and not the only terrified experience we have to face, there're many kind of form of ragging and bullying that would certainly bruised you pysically and mentally. But we all understood the norm of that kind of things, someday during our senior years we will do the same things to the juniors. There's a kind of unwritten code, an omerta applied to each and everyone of us boarders at that time, every hardships we endured, for the pain we suffered, it will remained amongst us. No telling to the school authority, period.

So, what I'm trying to say here? Are our students now evolved from once a tough young men to sissies or the culture of ragging and bullying have become too extreme for them to handle? Or perhaps it's the system that made them behaving that way? Mind you, without character building our students wouldn't reach far globally...
p.s. This comment was made in regards with the recent news published in our newspaper.

...howwwzatt... for memories??

During my primary years, whenever I got a slapping from a teacher it's a no-no way of me for telling my late abah of the punishment since I'm fully aware for that I surely will receive a double slapping from him for he knew that I'm the one to blame, not the teachers.When I was in my secondary years in a boarding school. Me and a few of my brothers in arm were caught smoking by the warden. As a lesson for us, we were given 3 strokes each on our behind and still not satisfied with the punishment the warden decides to get us all wet by soaking us all for the night in the pool. Was it filthy? Of course it was and still is to this day. Imagine spending the whole night standing in the murky water with the bloodsucking leeches to keep us company. Did we learn our lesson? Frankly no and it never crossed our mind of becoming holy back than. But did we, did I respect the teachers? Yeahhh you can bet on that, never in my/our mind to disrespect the person that had taught us and the feeling remains till this day.

I remember during my school days at SERATAS Taiping when it comes to Saturday night, all the Putras and Putris would flock to the gymnasium to watch movie screening by the Kelab Wayang Gambar. Sometimes if weather permits they will screen in on the wall of the school block and everyone will sit down on the tarmac between the Dewan Besar and the school block to catch whatever movie for that certain night and of course as usual attendance is compulsory. Many would bring "products" such as kacang, biscuits and air minum just like in the movie theater. Some would even bring pillows and tikars so that they can lie down and even sleep during the screening. Sometimes during the screening a few of the boys (the seniors) would slowly crawled in the dark to be amongst the Putris just to hear their suprised scream finding that there're different species sitting beside them. As usual no harms were done except for some boos and cheers from both sides.

There is one place that is sacred to me during those days, that is the Dewan Makan. You see, during the starts of each first school term (form 4 and 5, my senior years of course) I would influenced the AJK Dewan Makan to arrange my batch seating so that we'll always be near the girls in the dining hall (AJK semua kawan kamceng maaa...). Not knowing to them, within the half and hour of dining I would cherished that moment by curi-curi pandang/jeling/intai­ my awek (everybody experienced their first love apa...) sebab come to the real world like most boys, being cool is such an important image to look after rather than being a Mat Bunga. Although our relationship is an open secret to most of the school population, tapi biasala gua nak jaga air muka depan member-member dan juniors kenala buat macam takdak apa-apa. Nanti depa kata, apala abang ni gaya macam rock tapi main awek pulak kahkahkah...

There's one incident on ber"couple" (lelaki dengan pompuan la...) happened to 5 of my buddies, I don't know exactly how it goes but verbal accounts dari yang empunya diri tu, they were caught coupling by the Dicipline Master that means berdating dalam kelas kot?? They were brought to the Bilik Guru to face the music and unlucky for them that at that time it was waktu rehat. You can imagine that most of the teachers were there right? So, here goes the sedutan dialogue;

D. Master : Hahhhh... kamu... adakah kamu cintakan dia?

A. Salleh: Ya... saya cintakan dia (dengan begitu penuh yakin sekali)

D. Master: Haaa cikgu-cikgu dengar tak... depa ni cinta-mencintai hahahahaha....

Teachers Lounge: HAHAHAHAHAHA... (filled up with laughter)

Up til now whenever I met with A. Salleh, I would always asked him to ulang balik the dialogues word by word hahahaha... So, what about me? Do I have that similar kind of unfortunate incident happens to me? Glad you ask and it did happened but on a more greater scale and if you boys and girls be nice to this old boy, perhaps for the next entry I will reveal my infamous tale...

Remember days of skipping school
Racing cars and being cool
With a six pack and a radio
We didn't need no place to go...

(Bon Jovi: Never Say Goodbye)

Friday, September 28, 2007

...howwwzattt... for anger management??

In cricket, an appeal is the act of a player on the fielding team asking an umpire for a decision regarding whether a batsman is out or not. According to the Laws of Cricket, an umpire may not rule a batsman out unless the fielding side appeals. There have been occasions when a batsman has otherwise technically been out, but the fielding team neglected to appeal so the umpire did not declare them out. An appeal may be made at any point before the bowler starts his run-up for the next ball.According to the Laws of Cricket, an appeal is a verbal query, usually in the form of, "How's that?" to an umpire. Since the taking of a wicket is an important event in the game, members of the fielding team often shout this phrase with great enthusiasm, and it has transmuted into the slightly abbreviated form, "Howzat?" often with a greatly extended final syllable. However, recently in international cricket cricketers even actually dance on the field as part of their appeal, urging the umpire to raise his finger, signalling the batsman out. Some players have established their own trademark appeals as well. Occasionally, when a bowler gets a batsman out, he may do the batsman's trademark appeal as a form of celebration but moreover a slight intimidation.

Recently the company I work for has decided to exercise the ESOS which stands for Employee Share Option Scheme where in my section the task had fallen onto the Foreman. For an employee to eligible to get their ESOS, the management has decided to introduce another acronym which is PMS that stands for Perfomance Management System (as usual, they really good in generating this kind of new terms). So, every personnels in my section were summoned up one by one by the Foreman into his office to hear his explaination on their perfomances and that includes me. The highest point is 4 (excellent) whilst the lowest is 1 for poor. When it comes to my turn, there were about 10 columns and it was graded accordingly which the lowest I received was for "appearance" where the Foreman has decided to give one point something (I received 2.75 which stands in between good and very good). The funny thing was, being in my grade it is a requirement to wear uniform which were given by the company complete with the safety shoes and the epaullete whenever we come to work. I'm not sure whether the Foreman was in his right state of mind or not when evaluating my "apperance", it seems like he has totally forgotten that in any way, my "appearance" before him has been dictated by the same company he works for. Am I mad at his remarks? Hell yeahhhh...

So, why don't we all manage our anger and just "HOWWWZATTT..." out loud, it gives you a sense of therapeutic effect...

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

...howwwzattt...for my icon...

"The journey has been embedded for so long.
Deep full of mystery.
Take it while it's still alive..."

(Ramli Sarip)

Today's entry, I would like very much to pay my tribute to an icon, my icon Ramli Sarip. He is affectionately known as Papa Rock to most of us. His song has generate influence in most of us in his 40 years career span.

Ramli Bin Hj. Sarip was born on the 15 October 1952 in Singapore. He is now a legendary and popular singer also a producer in Malaysia.

He was first popular with his group called Sweet Charity in the late 70s. The band was formed in 1967. Sweet Charity was among the few bands that revolutionized the local rock scene. This Singapore based group continued to rock the nation with their brand of rock and roll music. They were once dubbed as the Deep Purple of Singapore. Sweet Charity released its self-title debut album in 1979. But it was not until a year later that they become a houshold name when their second album Sweet Charity-Pelarian released. Tracks from the album such as Kamelia, Musibah, Zakiah and Pelarian became instant hits and today, they've become Sweet Charity classics, so much so that fans has forgotten that some of the numbers were cover versions and that includes the most notable Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight entitle "DIA" from the album Penunggu.

Indeed, Ramli Sarip was the backbone of Sweet Charity. From 1989 onwards he went solo and to date has cut 8 solo albums with an average sale of 100,000 original copies per album. He also proved himself to be popular among fans ranging from youngster, teenagers, middle aged and the elderly. He renders heavy rock, soft music, traditional Malay songs and English numbers. He is always occupied with road show, dinner shows and charity shows. Ramli Sarip also manages to win the hearts of non-Malay fans through his performances in pubs and clubs.


p.s: "DIA" is for you...

...howwwzattt...sub-continent rules pt. 2

India had won for the first time the ICC Word Twenty20 by beating their archrival Pakistan by 5 runs in a very tensed and majestic showdown. As usual whenever these 2 teams meet, there’ll surely be an outstanding and electrifying atmosphere surrounding the stadium by the players as well as the supporters for the both teams. India had proved that the Twenty20 not tailored only for big hitters and sloggers but if you do well in your bowling department and splendid catches by the fielders, it is a clear sign that the mounting pressure will falls on your opponent. That’s what they just did, taking early crucial wickets such as Kamran Akmal, Younus Khan and the slogger Shahid Afridi. It was also a great moment for India first time young captain, MS Dhoni for his “no fear cricket” attitude which later was adopted by his players and truly as it is will brings the new generation cricket to the world. Well what can I say, as a supporter for the Indian, I congratulate the team for their achievement and an outstanding performance…

Many of you might be wondering how on earth did I got involved in this form of boring sport? Well, it all started during my schooling days in one of the best school in Taiping that is SEMESTA or now known as SERATAS. I started to play hockey at first and even represent the school u-15 team a few times in a friendly matches along with R. Shankar our former national player who was my senior at that time. After sometimes, I left the team after realizing that I’m not good enough with the hockey stick to be in the regime. Another major reason for my departure was the coach, Abdul Rahim Udin aka ARU, he was a very good coach and a good player himself. But apart from that he was also the most feared teacher in the school, a very strict disciplinarian, someone that you should never cross path with. I’m sure many of the ex-students of the school especially the hockey players and those constantly bending the rules would have agreed with me. There were several occasions where the team had won; still the players would receive a slapping from him for not winning the game by a big margin right in front of the crowd moment after the game. During his tenure as the coach, the school team was known and feared by many as the team had the reputation like the Pakistan team during the 80’s.

Okay enough on that let me move on with my entry on how I got involved with cricket. Not long after I left hockey, there was recruitment for the cricket team by the seniors and with several of my batch mates join the training. After several months of training and learning the basic and techniques of the game, I’ve made it to the u-20 team as a super-sub or in the layman term as a reserve player. After a while I began to love the game and in the following year I was in the first eleven for the u-20 team and also held the captaincy for the u-15 team. It was and still is the only form of sport that I play up to this day and currently play socially for my company cricket club and also for the STAROBA Orange Cricket Club (unofficially holding the record for the only 100 percent Malay players/members in the country) as an affiliate member.

My tribute to those I’ve had played along with for the beloved school:

Coach : Cikgu Zahari Mohd Aliah
Batch 1986: Rahim, Badak, Azam, Man Koop, Pyan, Zahid
Batch 1987: Mizi, Tajol
Batch 1989: Myself, Yusham, Lan Penyu, Din Bajang, Naza Tuan Tulang, Lun Ayam
Shidi Linggam
Batch 1990: Ma’ad, Suhaimi Tanduk, Hamdan Scorer, Halim Aro

* Just to name a few.

Whenever there is a cricket match aired on TV, my wife and the children would make faces behind me for they know that they’ll never get hold of the remote for that day. Maybe I should buy another set for them, don’t you think so?

p.s. The blogger is an ardent Indian supporter and had predicted that India will win the

p.s. Bad and his wife (from SOCC) are still in a great shock that Pakistan lost the

p.s. Happy 25th year’s anniversary to my beloved SERATAS.

Monday, September 24, 2007

...howwwzattt...beyond the boundary line...

Sometimes, the least misunderstanding could lead to a larger catastrophic effect to our live. It gives you new perspective on how to carry on with your live instead of just maintaining singular peripheral in dealing with certain kind of problem that keep on recurring torturing and maiming your hearts and souls. Some were born or trained to use their right side of their brain, some were used to their left. But is there a possibility or even proven scientifically that certain individuals were born with their right and the left, their logic and creative side of the brain intertwined with each other? Now, I don’t mean that the right and the left are equally balanced. But literally, do they just rumbled and jumbled themselves like sparks of a firework from left to right and right to left? If these really happen, can the poor soul ever distinguish between the reality and the fantasy, between the good and the bad, between the holy and the evil?

“Jalan mesti ke depan…”. How very appropriate this tagline from our recent TV commercial is. Looking at the face value of the sentence, one could never miss that it tells us that we should move ahead carry on with our live no matter how hard it is, how many failures we’ve gone through but still we have to keep on going and going. In reality, we do need to look behind once in a while. Sometimes we need to backtrack our footsteps to see what went wrong along our route and learn from the mistakes done. Nobody is too decent or too good moving ahead without leaving traces of misdeed along their way. Resonance from the past will haunt you forever.

Are we being too judgmental in our live? This brings me to this very interesting story, many would have heard it many times in their live but here goes my version of “The Lady With The Dirty Linen”.

*It happens in our daily live.
There was this golden age couple who live happily in a very quite little town somewhere in this world. Though they had no children, but they have each other as company and they treasure it to the fullest.
Everyday the couple will routinely do their morning chores where the husband will tends the garden whilst the wife will do her chores in the kitchen. Everything was choreographed to the perfect timing day in and day out. Back to wife in the kitchen although she enjoys her time there, one thing had been bothering her all this while. Everyday as she do the dishes, at the exact time everyday her neighbour would hang her laundry outside of her house. This daily ritual could be well viewed by the lady from her kitchen window. What was bothering her is why was her neighbour hanging her linens without fully aware that those linens were still dirty with the same patches of dirty yesterday’s residue? Come to think of it, those were the same stains all these while. She began to wonder why on earth her neighbour would that, is the neighbour never bother with cleanliness, why not just throw it away and buy a new one? Suddenly her husband walks into the kitchen to get himself a drink. Without further ado she pose the question to her husband whether he saw the neighbour’s dirty linens or not.
The husband replied, “ My beloved wife, I do see those little puzzle you mention about and by no means I want to object to what you’ve seen all these while. But if you take this kitchen towel and wipe the window glass pane, none of this mystery will ever occurred.”
To the effect of what her husband just said, she took the kitchen towel and wipe the window pane and with that the question and mystery about her neighbour’s linens that have been shrouded her all the while vanish.

Now, are we being too judgmental in our live? The answer is yes. Don’t blame others to what we are lack of, to our mistakes. It lies in us. Do not jump to conclusion upon seeing only the surfaces. Go beyond that, beneath the many layers of lining. For that we will become wiser…

Sunday, September 23, 2007

...howwwzattt for the misguided...

Ever seen cars with row of these little fins installed at the rear of the roof just above the rear windshield? Well, these little fins are called vortex generator and in general it main purpose is to streamline the airflows. It seems like nowadays, it is some kind of a trend for car owners to fit in these aftermarket device to their cars in the hope of getting more efficient perfomance from their vehicles.

Now, let us move on to what is vortex generator? A vortex generator is an aerodynamic surface, consisting of a small vane that creates a vortex. They can be found in many devices, but the term is most often used in aircraft design.

Vortex generators are added to the leading edge of a swept wing in order to maintain steady airflow over the control surfaces at the rear of the wing. They are typically rectangular or triangular, tall enough to protrude above the boundary layer, and run in spanwise lines near the thickest part of the wing. They can be seen on the wings and vertical tails of many airliners. Vortex generators are positioned in such a way that they have an angle of attack with respect to the local airflow.

A vortex generator creates a tip vortex which draws energetic, rapidly-moving air from outside the slow-moving boundary layer into contact with the aircraft skin. The boundary layer normally thickens as it moves along the aircraft surface, reducing the effectiveness of trailing-edge control surfaces; vortex generators can be used to remedy this problem, among others, by re-energizing the boundary layer. Vortex generators delay flow separation and aerodynamic stalling; they improve the effectiveness of control surfaces (e.g Embraer 170 and Symphony SA-160); and, for swept-wing transonic designs, they alleviate potential shock-stall problems (e.g. Harrier, Blackburn Buccaneer, Gloster Javelin).

Many aircraft carry vane vortex generators from time of manufacture, but there are also after-market suppliers who sell VG kits to improve the STOL performance of some light aircraft.

Air jet vortex generators work on a different principle. They direct a jet of air into the boundary layer, thereby re-energising it.

So, in reality these little simple device are not going to improve whatever perfomance you guys out there were thinking of, unless if you are driving a car which can fly that has a speed that is the same as a Boeing 737, let say about 500 to 800 kmh. Even perfomance cars didn't have these devices fitted to their chassis when they were rolled out from the assembly plant.

howwwzattt...sub-continent rules...

Vivacious India defeats Australia by 15 runsG Rajaraman (Sportz Interactive) Saturday, September 22, 2007 9:11:46 PM

Durban: Nobody dared move an inch from the edge of their seats at the Kingsmead Cricket Ground lest they miss any action and man, wasn't that some action in the ICC World Twenty20 semi-final! India held its nerve against a brave charge by Australia to win the spectacle by a handsome margin of 15 runs to set up a marketing man's dream – a final against Pakistan.And on Saturday, the Indian cricketers showed that they were brave hearts. First it was Yuvraj Singh and company with the bat as they powered India to 188 for five with 128 runs in the final 10 overs. Then Sreesanth and Harbhajan Singh who led the bowling attack with their calm demeanour to help India extend its stupendous showing and give itself the chance to win the top prize on Monday.
The Australians, as is their wont, were game for the challenge. Skipper Adam Gilchrist set the tone with his big hitting against Rudra Pratap Singh. And it was when Matthew Hayden and Andrew Symonds came together for a stand of 66 runs that the thousands of tricolour-waving fans fell quiet but Sreesanth delivered them from their agony.
Sreesanth was focussed on the task at hand and unmindful of the mayhem unleashed at the other end. He produced 140 kmph corkers to send back Gilchrist, and when he came back to bowl the crucial 15th over, Hayden. His spell of 4-1-12-2 will be etched in the minds of all those who watched it for its intensity and 16 dot balls!
Harbahajan Singh was control and variation personified as he brought in Test match quality bowling to the crease under pressure. The others like RP Singh, Irfan Pathan and even Joginder Sharma showcased an ability to take a beating and bounce back strongly. Each of them accounted for at least one over each.
You could reach out and touch the electricity in the air as a charged up Yuvraj Singh led an India resurgence to a comfortable 188 for five in 20 overs. For the second time in five nights, he creamed the opposition attack to make a breezy half-century. His knock of 70 off 30 deliveries (five fours and five sixes), coupled with spirited efforts by Robin Uthappa (34, 28 balls, one four, three sixes) and skipper Mahendra Singh Dhoni (36, 18 balls, four fours and a six) strengthened the dreams of thousands in the stadium and millions in the sub-continent – a juicy India-Pakistan final.
Before the start of the match, the question on top of everyone's mind was whether Yuvraj would be fit to play the game. The explosive left-hander had sat out of the match against South Africa with a sore elbow but he ruled himself fit to take on the Australians. And he engineered so much electricity in the atmosphere that the stadium lights could have been powered by that.
Yuvraj Singh walked in at the fall of Gautam Gambhir's wicket at 41 after the opener had made 24 but eight overs had already been played and Australia was on top of its game. He pulled the second ball he faced over square-leg and announced his intentions of leading an India fightback in a knock that reminded many of his innings against Australia in Nairobi back in 2000.
His clinical aggression negated the many dot balls that Uthappa was forced to play in his quest to ensure that India would not lose more wickets and come under additional pressure. India raced from 60 in the 10th over to finish with 188 – a whopping 128 runs in the second half of the innings. Yuvraj can take credit for giving direction to the 84-run stand with Uthappa.
Gilchrist, leading the side in Ricky Ponting's absence, and Stuart Clark – man of the match in the team's sensational win over Sri Lanka a couple of days ago challenged Yuvraj with a strong leg-side. The Indian vice-captain picked up the gauntlet and creamed the pace bowler for 20 runs, including a pulled six over mid-wicket and two fours over the cover fielder.
One thing became sure. T20 cricket is not for the weak-hearted. Not it if packs in so much excitement in one evening.
Australia Squad Adam Gilchrist (Captain and wicket-keeper), Matthew Hayden, Michael Clarke, Michael Hussey, Andrew Symonds, Brad Hodge, Brad Haddin, Brett Lee, Mitchell Johnson, Stuart Clark, Nathan Bracken.
India SquadVirender Sehwag, Gautam Gambhir, Robin Uthappa, Mahendra Singh Dhoni (Captain and wicket-keeper), Yuvraj Singh, Rohit Sharma, Irfan Pathan, Joginder Sharma, Harbhajan Singh, Rudra Pratap Singh, S Sreesanth
OfficialsChris Broad (match referee)Asad Rauf and Mark Benson (umpires)Billy Doctrove (third)Tony Hill (fourth) .
I managed to catch the India's innings last night and it is a totally remarkable innings indeed with their batsmen blazing away all the shots raining the ground with sixers. Though early in the pool matches the Indian side seems to be a bit struggling to keep on, but in the semis they've proved to the world that the "no fear cricket" adopted from their captain's tagline was pretty much worthy. So tomorrow will be the final which will see a face-off between 2 sub-continent nation, India against Pakistan and whenever these 2 nations meet the atmosphere will be choked with electrifying display by the players as well as from the supporters. So what can I say, sub-continent do rules the day...
News courtesy from, official website for ICC World Twenty20 2007.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

howwwzattt... for a snail mail??

Snail mail is a derogatory retronym - named after the snail with its proverbially slow speed - used to refer to letters and carried by conventional postal delivery services. The phrase refers to the lag-time between dispatch of a letter and its receipt, versus the virtually instantaneous dispatch and delivery of its electronic equivalent, e-mail. It is also known, more neutrally, as paper mail, postal mail, or land mail.

Storing paper mail uses more physical space than storing e-mail. However, paper is a reliable storage medium and is not inherently dependent on any modern technologies. Documents printed on most common paper and left undisturbed for one hundred years will be easily readable. In contrast, most electronic storage degrades much faster. Worse, devices that can read a particular electronic storage medium may be difficult to find and use even a decade or two after their introduction.

There are efforts to renew interest in paper mail, such as the creation of mail art - physical art that is distributed and swapped around the world.

Snail mail is also a term used in reference to penpalling. Snail mail penpals are those penpals that communicate with one another through the postal system, rather than on the internet which is becoming the standard form of communication for penpals.

Remember the times when the most advancement we have in technologies are the telephone, telex, telegram and of course the snail mail? Even the fax machines are still it its infancy at that time. Nowadays, we have so much technologies, so much gadgets at our disposal such as the internet and mobile phones where communicating are much more easier, much more simpler and much much more efficient than before. Remember when the undersea cables for communication went kaput near Taiwan early this year (if I'm not mistaken)? Half of the world population went panic and even some dare say that, at that moment they seems like to be living in the stone age without the knowledge of what to do next apart from staring blankly at their pc. We have become vulnerable because of this. For me personally, I welcomed all those modernization but in certain aspects I still prefer things the old fashion way. Such as, I still want my daily newspaper to be in its conventional form so I can read it anytime I want and throw it anywhere I please though with my fingers at my disposal I still can read the news through the World Wide Web. Mind you, I could bring the newspaper inside the loo too. Banks still sending their reminder to me by the snail mail although I already filled up my email address in their forms. And you know what, what about love letters? I still keep them (without the knowing of the wife laaaa...) and from time to time would sneaked up behind the cupboard to see whether it still there or not and wondering what the sender might be doing at that moment, the smell of it seems like only yesterday hehehe...

p.s: In the year of 1988, I was caught red handed because of the snail mail...

howwwzattt... or should it be how was that??

Well... this is the first time ever I tried to write a journal, didn't we all have had our first time? It all began when I received an invitation from one of my cricket buddies to view his blog a couple of days back.

"You should view my blog, I did mention your name there blablabla.....and blabla...", truthfully it did sound this guy is in a kind of desperation in attracting me to view his page hehehehe...don't you think so hehehehehe......??

After reading a few of his entries (quite interesting though...), you know what? It did lighted up my bulb and came into thinking that why not this 30 something desperate housewife (hence the show) set up his own blog or whatever you may call it, to share with some friends whatever he wants to share of? What, you want to know whether I'm a gay or not?? Sorry mate... I'm straight as a lamp post hahahaha....

For those who wants to know which guy I'm talking about, see the pic... the guy duduk katak the 5th from left is the one that drives me up to take up writing, err... I mean this entry. Surely unlike him, I will always mention yang baik-baik aje pasal my friends hahahaha.....