Eye, Ass, Steroids.....

Some of you may look at the words above and see no link in it what so freakin' ever. But today, these words interconnected today for me. It goes like this.....

I was the designated driver for my mom, aunt and grandma. Where they want to go, I'll be driving them there. Before chauffeuring them, I hang out at my aunt's place while annoying her cats. Then, I drive these "Charlie's Angels" to Giant Sec. 13. After a painful 3 hours waiting for them, I picked them up to drive of to a "Kedai Bundle" nearby. By this time, my eye started to get irritated. I thought it was some dust that had come into my eye, so I poped down to 7-11 to buy Eye-Mo. A few drops my eye (this happen on my left eye only) felt fine. But, it gets worst.......

I feel my eye is like about to pop out of it's socket....




Let me desribe the condition of my eye. Imagine that you've cracked an egg over a flat pan. Imagine the yolk is the pupil and the egg white is the white part of my eye. Notice that the egg yolk is not reaaly flay and bulges out. Now, reverse that meaning that the yolk sinks into the egg white) and add some red to the egg white, and then you have an eye infection that is quite frightening. Mom saw it and we immediately go to SJMC. Who's driving? Me, of course, eventhough my visual is quite impaired. I hit 120 in that Kancil.

The wait to see the doctor was long, about 2 hours. Waist all the time waitong by exploring the hospital floor by floor. My turn came to see the doctor. The doctor said it was allergies. Even though I don't even know that I have allergies, and the only thing that can stop my eye from popping out of it's socket is by an injection, but not with any unfathomable drug but something that is generally known to the population, steroids. I yelled "yes, this is gonna be good", as i associate steroids as getting you high and enhance your physical performance. "Where?" I asked. "Anywhere you'ld like". "Ok then. I'll choose my arm".

I was taken to a bed and was said to wait. Then , the nurse came in and said something that surprised me, "Now, take off your pants."I thought this nurse wants to get kinky and some sorts, but this is not the answer. She continued, "the shot is goona be on your butt". So, I took of my pants, lay on the bed and get ready to get high with about 100 mil of steroids injected on by ass.

But, as i waited to get high after the injection, my left leg felt numb. And painful, like your feet is filled with sharp gravel and being run over by a Hummer. This lasted for 30 min. but hey, the steroids worked though and my eye returned to normal.

So, any of you guy can figure out what my allergies are? Even I don't know, so take a shot guessing it....

Checking my temperature

Taken rite after my ass got injected

A Sincere Apology

For the last few weeks, I'm not being myself. I get easily pissed off and such. I can't even concentrate on my studies......

So, I,m taking this opportunity to say sorry to all my friends, whom maybe I have hurt, physically or verbally. I hope you can forgive me.....

Krayzee 5

5 days of being at home ain't so relaxing as I didnt spend as much time at home as I was was the designated driver for my mom and my grandma. Drove from S.Alam to Subang to Sunway back to Subang then back to Sunway. Multiply that by 5 and I have to fill the tank with my own money, that is really pushng over the edge, my friend.

I did have some fun during the holidays. Went to see Selangor vs. Perak at S.Alam stadium. Selangor won 2-0 (hahahahaha. In ur face Perak). Went shopping for ties, and books. Wanted to buy another blazer, but my financial condition disallowed me from doing so.

The night before going back to Kedah, I went 'lepak'ing with my frenz at Pelita (we also got Pelita now at S.Alam). Amat got this idea to ask a dude nearby whose doing caricature potraits for RM10 to draw me, Umai and him with noot so slight mods. The knuckleheads, Umai and Amat, asked the dude to give an afro hairdo and some other krayzee shit. The result was utterly funny. Amat was drawn as an Ustaz with one hand holding a tasbih and the other holding a book(I wanted the other hand to hold a cigar). Umai @ Adam AF (sorry dude) got drawn smoking while dressed up as what we called 'mat steamer @ lelaki metropolitan'. I will try to upload the pictures ASAP.

So, here I am. Back to good old Kedah, continuing my studies to be a lawyer.

(This blog is written in BEL 260 Class)

Isabella By Joe Flizzow

isabella adalah 

kisah cinta dua dunia

menagapa kita berjumpa

namun akhirnya berpisah

ku mencintainya seperti

ku mencintainya seperti 

laksamana tuah dan gusti putri

renung gumilah untuk dia ku seberangi selat

bertemu suatu menaiki satu pesawat

pada mula suaranya buat ku hampir tewas

pabila ku lihat wajahnya ku benar hampir tewas

sungguh wajah cantik mata pernah melewat

kapal terbang berlepas 

ku langsung beralih tempat

dia mengizinkan ku duduk di pinggirnya dengan sopan

memperkenalkan dirinya sebagai isabella

senyumannya ramah pertuturannya manja

waktu kami bicara waktu tinggi diantara kuala lumpur dan jakarta

ku telah jatuh cinta

dan dia pun juga

bulan jatuh ke riba

suka sama suka

walau apa halangan atau pancaroba

ku tetap kan coba

demi isabella

dia isabella

lambang cinta yang lara

terpisah kerana

adat yang berbeza

ku mencintainya seperti

dia cintaku yang pertama

seperti dia yang ku ingin tua bersama

setelah ku menunggunya untuk sekian lama

melengkapkan ku bagai lagu dan irama

setiap detik di jakarta ku disampingnya

dan dia di sisiku bagai isi dan kuku

kita berdua tahu walau ramai mengganggu

kasih kan tetap utuh dan bertambah kukuh

jadi kita mula berbisik lebih dekat

genggam tangan lebih erat

tubuh dipeluk lebih kuat

disinari bintang-bintang di angkasa lepas

tidak mahu lelapkan mata walau malamku dah lewat

hatiku ditambat bidadari

dan bila waktuku harus pulang ke tanah air

diruang menunggu dia katakan padaku

cintaku buku di kuala lumpur

dia isabella

lambang cinta yang lara

terpisah kerana 

adat yang berbeza

ku mencintainya seperti

uda mencintai dara

ku perlukannya bagai ku perlukan udara

seperti hamba yang menunggu angin lalu

namun ku merasakan dirinya amat jauh

pencarianku seperti meraba dalam gelap

ku menantikan panggilannya siang dan malam

kemudian tiba hari suaranya di ganggang

perbualan pilu yang bermula dengan sayang

walau kau ku cinta untuk selamanya

kita tidak bisa berdua bersama

dan jika kau kasih jangan tanya mengapa

kerna hati ku merana dan ku jua duka

berakhirlah kisah cinta yang terlarang

kita cuma manusia hanya bisa merancang

sebak didada masih terasa hingga kini 

untuk dia ku nyanyi lagu ini

dia isabella 

lambang cinta yang lara

terpisah kerana

adat yang berbeza

cinta gugur bersama

daun-daun kekeringan

moga dibukakan 

pintu hatimu untukku

agar terbentang jalan

andainya engkau setia, oh isabella

P/S: There might be a few mistakes.....

Drifting With Mr. Obama.....

Izzat @ Obama and me planned to go find a laundry to dry-clean our jackets. He also asked me to teach him how to drive. So, I waked up at the usual time only to get Obama to yell at me at 6 in the morning.

After prayers, I burned some time until 10 by watching 300. Love King Leonidas's leadership and also his bravery.

At 10, we drove out to VM. Stopped by Petronas to fill some gas (OK la, petrol la....) and drove to VM while teaching about throttle and clutch control. After we arrived, we got down to the the parking and I show the route whe he should be practicing and I throw in a sumthin' extra.

As some of you guys might remember, the VM underground parking is sloped downwards from its entrance, giving me and edge in acceleration for the surprise. I accelerated to about 30 kmh, turn left sharply and pulled the handbrake at the same time, hence, I drifted like in Tokyo Drift. I scared Obama like hell. I went for another try but almost hit a pillar. That scared me like hell. Note to self, dont drift in VM parking lot. Thought him driving. He did ok.

Then, as a "test" he must drive to CS. Had breakfast and bought Jim's KFC. Then, we went searching for a dry-cleaner. Note to self, dont make Obama navigate while his driving. You will get lost while he's driving. We went past a turn while on the way to Park Avanue. Luck was on our side when we found our way back to Park Avanue. Then after another filling of Caltex gold, we looked at the fuel. Damn, weh have lots of petrol. Then, Obama's brain has a spark of insanity. He wants to show Jim that he can drive.

So, he drove us back to UiTM to pick Jim up. Then he drove us to Lembah Bujang. The one thing that scared me shitless while he's driving is when cornering. He rarely slows down for a corner. This aint no Sepang F1 track. After some verbal abuse, he drove a little slower, but still blazingly fast for village roads. While on the way, we got lost again and that drove me nuts, even more when the driver keeps stalling the car.(noob)

After the crazy runabout, we arrived at Lembah bujang, only to be dissapointed with seeing a dry waterfall (odd, aint it). So we went to the archeological muzeum. After my alter ego gave some explaination about the artifacts, went to a vending machine. Today's Jim's lucky day. He dropped some coins in the vending machine and got two cans. Damn he's lucky today.

And guess who we bump into today. I'm not telling.......
So, today I'm filled with joy, surprise and fear and info.
So, thats the life of a Don....

Isabella.....

Listening to Joe Flizzow's President...
Track 11's my favorite....
Isabella....
One part of the song raps....

ku mencintainya seperti
laksmana tuah dan gusti putri....

Then another part of the song...

Ku mencintainya seperti
uda mencintai dara..
ku perlukan dia seperti ku perlukan udara......

After the song ended, I thought to myself
"I'm one lonely bastard. Damn."
Owh well....
That's the life of a Don......