Its the small pleasures..

I use to hate to cut my hair back when i was a kid..i hated it..
being a kid,I was not one who would be able to sit down quietly while some stranger pranced around my head, snipping here and there, pushing my head there and here..

As for long as i can remember, Dad was usually the one who took me to the barber shop..and we would only visit it when he saw both me and my bro looked like we were wearing songkok all day long (yeah, talk about hard wire hair..nightmare to comb..)..
he would walk in first, make eye contact with the mamak holding the cutting machine and say,

"My two boys, make them hensem"

not hard to do, i assure you..hahahaha
but, i was less than amused by such man to man gestures..
the itch, the stillness..argh, it was unbearable for the child me to sit still about it..plus, it always scares me when razor sharp scissors are but an inch away from ur eyes..(x_X)..
plus, you can always tell if the mamak just had his lunch...his hand would smell of curry..euw..(-_-#)

Once though, Dad was unable to take us to the barber shop for some reason, so Mum was called in as a replacement..If it were up to dad, he would take us to the mamak without even thinking...Mum?..well....she took us to a fancy saloon..
wuu..
we were living in Klang then..so its not some fancy saloon you would see at the shopping malls..;p

being a concious kid, i was hesitant to enter at first , ya lah, got huge picture of a woman in front..I being a guy, 5 years old worth of guy-ness, could not bring myself to enter without hesitation..;p..i was thinking, this must be a place for women!! argh!!! shame2!!!!

so ok, i got forced in anyways, but point is i put up a small fight first..;p

anyways, the reason why i remember that particular trip to the saloon was because the hairdresser complained so hard about me not being able to sit still..he was always pushing my head here and there..tilting it like it was a globe and he was trying to search for Italy on it..

"Adik, jangan banyak gerak"
"Adik, duduk diam-diam"
"Adik..(-_-#)"

I think i pissed him off..
young Fasyan-1, gay hairdresser-0

He was already forced to fight a war with my barb wire hair..and now he has the jiggly child attached to the hair to handle...not his day im assuming..
i remember coming out with my hair less than perfect..holes all over, courtesy of the fidgeting I did all the way thru the session..;p

ah, good times..good times..

now, its different it seems..yes, a lot less fidgeting on the hot seat, and i seem to enjoy it a tad bit more too....and i go not because i was forced, its because i want to..yeah, thank maturity and a heightened sense of self grooming for that..;p
cant stand to see my unruly hair get past my ears..itchylah..(=_=")\

"ane, potong pendek aa, atas kasi panjang sket!!"

life is good, tis good

Go go gadget money maker!!

aku mudah teruja..

aih..aku rasa ia Achilles heel aku..

sudah beberapa kali aku menahan temptation untuk menghapus duit simpanan titik peluh..sudah banyak kali...ye, aku sedikit spendrift pabila bab2 gadget2 nih..

gadgetmaniac? apekah wujud vernakulasi itu? ah, jika ada, akulah contoh terbaik..

Terasa seperti shopaholic..eargh..padahal aku hanya minat pada barang electronics, kasut dan baju dan item penghiasan diri yang lain...kadang-kadang, bila aku rasa fashion sense aku perlu di revamp..

untuk pengetahuan, aku kini sedang dlm process menabung untuk funding rig baru..
aku rasa kaum lelaki tahu apa yang it rig...RIG...
kaum hawa, mesti kamu kehairanan bukan? oil rig? drilling rig?

kenapa rig baru? rig lama sudah,bak orang kata...tukun...walaupun bagi parents aku dan adik2 aku dirumah, rig lama aku bagaikan jet pejuang..;p

aku tak tahu dimana mahu letak ego jantan aku jika semua rerakan upgrade rig mereka sedangkan aku masih lagi blom kenal apa itu dual core..yeah, its a guy thing..;p..its the same with girls and their shoes and what nots, only for us guys, its a once in every 2-3 years kinda thing..

macamana?
nak menabung untuk Eton, menabung untuk rig, menabung untuk masa depan..bnyk btul tabung..

skarang ni aku hanya ada satu tabung..tabung untuk berbini *aku tahu kamu juga ada tabung sebegini*..nampaknya aku kene bukak tabung lagi..

nanti jika salah satu tabung itu sampai ke destinasi kamu, jangan segan2 untuk menyumbang k? ..aku balas dengan senyuman jutawan aku :D

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currently listening to, and addicted to..
Alicia Keys - like you'll never see me again
Estrella-all their music
JT & Madonna - 4 minutes

A thought on things that wont come back

Sometimes, I cant believe that im already of 20 something age..I look at myself and wonder..have i missed some years?

11 years of school seemed like forever, but life after that..seems to whizz me by a tad to quick.
I remember when i was in primary, I had a cousin staying over my house since he was studying at an institution close to my home.. I use to look at him and think, wouldn't it be nice to be his age..able to mix around with the adults, taken seriously for a bit?
i mean, being a kid was fun,but not often are we taken seriously..during my primary years, there were times that I would get a bad stomach ache, but would still be forced to go to school, just in case i was faking it..(-_-")..
a disastrous end to that episode..lets just say i got a new pair of pants later on..;p
And somehow or rather, I remember me always being on the wrong side of any situation in school..I was beaten up often by my teacher in my primary school for every reason under the sun..
tulisan buruk lah,
muka surat buku latihan tak cukup sehelai la,
pembaris tak bawak la,
and was even whacked when i got a wrong answer for maths!! hellooo, im learning here!!!!!!!!
simple enuf to say, my primary school years were the years i would rather forget than reminisce.
Maybe that' why my years in school seemed long..primary years was hell...

the only grudge i have is against Mr Amran..yeah, know the name..the day i see him in the streets is the day ill give him a piece of my mind, pray hard Amran..pray..*evil grin*

moving on...
Secondary school is where things started to get better..you can argue on your side without being whacked on the head for being rude..argue in an acceptable way that is mind u..not shouting about..;p
Maybe thats where things started to accelerate forward..yes, maybe..
spending my years in secondary at 3 different schools does make 5 years seem like a flash..being forced to stay in hostel also has changed me somewhat..id say, tougher..if u can survive hostel life in a boarding school, then u can survive any character the world has to offer..secondary years were also the years i started to get a hold of myself..a revelation so to speak..secondary years is also the time i started noticing girls..but thats a different story..;p

so what does my ramblings have to do with anything?
well, its a conclusive thought..
Adults enjoy themselves more than kids.Why?..kids have fun just for the heck of it, without purpose, its kind of a hollow fun...we (I adult ke?)know what we want, and work hard towards it..thats our fun i think..
satisfaction..
pueh ati bak kata orang..


Now approaching the end of my stay in Uni, its a blessing that I have made it thus far..The past few years were tough but sweet..I cant say that i would want to go thru it another round (God forbid)..but I cant say that I wont be thinking about it often in the future..i cant say things turned out their very best..
but yeah, im satisfied thus far..and for now, its what matters.


when i was a kid, adulthood seemed to rock..now that i'm here..

yeah....

it does rock huh?

on a more serious note..

It's a gaping hole to say the least..
staring right back you when u stare right back at it..
I sometimes wonder, was it ever to be this way.. i mean..THIS.. (0_o)/ (points everywhere)

what you are, how u are, how people around u are, how things basically are..are, not the present tense, not 'were' nor its future counterpart, 'could'..
what can best sum u up now..

lets think about that..a word..an emotion..an event..one thing that is defining u at this particular moment..

if u are thinking for more than a minute on it (like i had)..im thinking a some good reflection time needs to be done..
stare at the ceiling once in a while, and count ur blessings..ask urself defining questiions..
i have frequently forgotten to ask myself..

"Is this where u want to be Mr?"

forgetting this usually results in a sudden moral depreciation..a sense of not being of use to anyone since I myself am not sure if this is where I want to be..is this my purpose?..is this the use of my God given brain and limbs?

If its a NO..then something needs to be done..and i don't mean tomorrow hun..

One of the things that has hit me right smack in the face is that, nothing comes easily like a Happy Meal (which i have not had for years now..erm...)..some lazy asses needs moving if we want things to turn out the way we want to..
DRIVE
yeah, like the song..shut up and drive Fasyan!!!
what drives you? passion? if so.. where has it gone?

its a reminder to myself, and anyone alike..if ure feeling down and about..look urself in the mirror and ask
What is driving u today?



And today, the answer so happens to be
Satisfaction

note: positive energy attract positive people..its the only thing defying the laws of physics

Dinding inch.

Ke pc fair,bli wireless kebod dan mouse.utk ape? Tembak screen ke dndng blk dn buka photoshp beso2..kebod dn mouse dangkt ke atas katil.why?x perlu reason.;p

KL freeze, more that just a publicity stunt

Look here


Picking minds..

yeah..we missed it..but hey...we had something better..

had the opportunity to meet the mind behind the 'KL Freeze' event. The organizer it seems..

according to his card, he was a freelance MC, publicist..from randomalphabets

At first he seemed to be foreign, tapi apabila ditanya dari mana asalnya..

"Malaysia", jawabnya ringkas..

namanya Zain.

none the less we were a bit tergamam,yelah, die dengan tak ada rupa orang-orang yang kita biasa lihat di jalanan..but he was born and raised here..it does make him every bit Malaysian as we are.

That was the stereotypical mind that most of kita dah terjerat in..I myself included..

we think of Malaysia as Melayu India Cina..thats the only thing that pops into our head when we think multicultural..

but what about the Iban, Khadazan, orang Asli and even those who were born and raised here even though their grandmothers and grandfathers were from elsewhere..those who have worked here all their lives... what about them? are they not Malaysian too?

what was said by Zain was true..we perceive things based on how we were raised..perception..
mebe we were brought up to believe that Malaysia only consists of the tree dominant races..failing to notice the other people that make this country blissfuly coloured as it is..

The event, KL freeze had a more deep agenda than just being a gimic..I'm not sure it its well known or not, but i was not aware of the main motive until the encounter with the brains of the operation himself.

The event was to show, to prove that we as Malaysians can do something together, in unison..regardless of race, age, background, religion..it was not just something that we done for the papers..
you could be a millionaire living on the hills of Damansara, you could be the one who helps push the old lady in the hospital, be someone living in the tranquil forests of Malaysia..be someone of the street..point of the matter is, all these things are regardless, as we are can all do something together if we put our minds to it..think globally..as a unit..as Malaysians..

so okay, we missed the actual event (by minutes)..but we were lucky enough to have been able to meet the man driving the event, and was able to share a piece of his insight..

I applaud the thought..

Being selected to go to National Service, this thought should've been imprinted in my head..and it was for a while..then...i forget...i just forget..

Heads up

Bak kata Sang Putri..teaser sahaja..
tangan dan otak terlalu letih untuk menyusun kata-kata..


tak apa, nanti bila aku rajin, aku akan update post..jangan kamu gundah gulana....buat sementara waktu,you all can just have a looksie at the randomness (not to mention weird) things i put Eton thru.



The tummy filler

























The models (idung berdarah..perv mode ON!!!!)




















































The unexplainable urge to shoot in the street (with odd stares no less..




































































It was random, and it was a blast..further details will follow..rite now, all i can think of..is my pillow..go figure...(-_-")

quick shoutout to Hati Lara..wished u could have joined us hun..no worries, next time!!!

there's so much to tell..but words elude the sleeping mind..

*yawn*

now..where did i put my teddy..erm...