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So, yep, seems like me and AJ chose a wrong weekend not to go back. Apparently, Reva went back to Penang, RJ and Preenie were on their study mood, Daryl went to some BBQ party and thus, there be me and AJ, practically not knowing on what to do to pass the time. Well,actually, i have some stuff to do that i decided not to go back for this weekend. It was Preenie’s cheongsam. Promised her that i would go and repair her cheongsam and get the exchange for a larger size. Hence, our journey began (AJ tagged along)..

**plays Commando BGM** So, here’s what we gonna do, gentlemen. Operation will start at precisely begin at 1400 hours and we will make our journey first to Kerinchi. According to our reliable source, we will be able to locate a cheongsam repair point in Amcorp. So, upon getting equipped a ticket each, we will aboard the LRT to Taman Jaya, get the cheong sam repaired and make our way back pass Kerinchi all the way to Petaling Street. Godspeed gentlemen.. **transmission off**

However, we didnt go as planned. We head directly to Petaling Street instead of Amcorp. I mean, Petaling Street is a place where people get all those cheong sam and stuff rite? Surely there’ll be someplace where we can get the cheong sam fixed there. Maybe, some tailor shop or something no? Even so, the search wasnt easy. We went beyong petaling street for the very first time (at least for me la) to look for the tailor. There was ne by the corner but, hell, rm30 to repair the broken zipper and 10 days to finish?? How bout a **smack the stupid tailor** in your face? So, the search continues. So we asked (interrogated) the surrounding shops and finally, we found the place! It’s a rundown shop in a zombie-infested-like mall. Furthermore, it’s not really a tailor shop. But, a jacket, jeans, bag repair shop. Oh well, repairing those stuff surely involve zippers rite? So, we tried our luck and voila, a replacement zipper for rm13, not too bad a deal aye. Additionally, it will just take 3 hours. So, we left the cheong sam there with high hopes.

Oh ya, btw, i missed my sahur a day before and AJ woke up at 1pm. So, it means; both of us didnt have anything to eat for the past 12 hours. Then, we stopped by a chinese restaurant and have our lunch there.. did i say "our"? Right, i’m fasting. So, it’s just AJ’s lunch. His Loh Mee’s crappy (Adam, 2007) but still look tempting. Good thing the Thai lady at the Mee stall’s hot. lolz. Ahem.. in any case, spending 3 hours in Petaling Street only sums up to boredom (and maybe people persuading us to buy their porn cds), so Adam’s plan: as there were still three hours before we can retrieve our cheongsam and my fastbreaking, might as well we go to TimeSquare.. Yep, i agreed.. thus, we walked to TimeSquare (WALKED!)

It took almost an hour to reach there. well, it should have taken less but without calories in my blood, i cant walk that fast. Eitherways, when we reach there, it’s aready 6pm and there isnt much we can do except for hanging out in Borders (after discovering that the TimeSquare’s arcade had already been closed). Nothing much we did except browsing around the comic session and making fun of classical superheroes and stuff. Before we realize it, it was already 7pm. Time for fastbreaking. Well, it’s also time for us to claim back the cheongsam so, instead of eating first, i just settle down with the cheongsam stuff.

Cheongsam stuff settled and we just unlocked this Arabic Restaurant up at Mangrove food court, Pasar Seni. Well, its not really that bad. Dont think the rest of the guys would enjoy though. nah, might as well just bring them all along one day. It is a kickass place after all. With the end of our meal, you might think that it will be the end of our journey (as well as the end of this blog post) aye? Well, no! The night is still young, my leg’s still kicking for some walking and there’s no Daryl with us to complain "No more.. Let’s just go back". Thus, ladies and gentlemen.. THE JOURNEY TO THE WEST CONTINUES!!

So, where’s the west actly..? Hmm.. well, by west, i meant; KLCC. Come on, there’s no cooler place to hang around back there at Petaling Street (ecspecially not when you’re just walking with another guy who’s a dude) so, we came up with this lil idea to break the record of massive walkings! Aha, if Shogi and co. actually broke the record of walking where they actually walked all the way from MidValley to IPBA, let’s see what will they think of us, walking from Petaling Street all the way to KLCC? With stomach filled, my energy’s all locked and loaded and yep, i have this lil ninja blood within my veins where i tend to move more silently and quickly during nightime. Thanks to this lil inheritence of mine, walking to KLCC is a jiffy. And halfway, we even had a little stop at the little corner of the adult world called… ZOUK CLUB KL!!! Nyahahaha!! 8D

But by the time we reached KLCC, every outlets are closing… So, nothing to do there except to start queuing up for LRT tickets back to Kerinchi.. Thus, our journey ends. And it all started with a small trip down to Petaling Street to change Preenie’s cheongsam..

Delaqroux Inc Updates and today, i feel a bit down to earth. The kind of down-to-earth in which you dont feel like doing anything at all. Well, got a bad start today. I woke up late and goddamnit, i was sleepy like a sheep (unlinking simile here.. bah, i dont care). And when i went to class, we had to do this hafazan thingy in which i still have one who verse not memorized yet. So, there i was; forcing myself to memorize it while barely staying awake. I was supposed to do some revision and assignment completing right now but all i kept thinking now is to go back and sleep. Ok, some forcing yourself to do something may not be that good (in fact, not good at all) but heck, i havent done any revision and my assignments are all closing their deadlines. Summore, i didnt actly manage to complete my hafazan today so i’m still stressed out for tommorrow.. God.. i hate Mondays..

I was expecting to see someone in the library right now. But, nah, i dont think she’ll be coming.. Where’s that lil reviving breath of air when you need it…?

delaqroux inc update.

And i’m half dead by now aready. The fever i had last thursday seemed to have made a fake exit on friday. Now, just after fast breaking, it returned. Nah, but i’m not gonna talk about some stupid fever here; just wanna talk on what happened tonight. Call it "membuka pekung di dada" or whatever shit you want. I dont care.

Eitherways, my mom and dad was having this arguement on (once again) a very stupid issue which its stupidity surpass the maturity of mind;- money. Well, lemme track back to the incident about.. uh.. around 6 years ago where once lived a bastard (yes i know it’s ramadhan and i’m not supposed to swear; how bout STFU?) named Kudin. Somehow, this Kudin was my dad’s so-called partner-in-business. My dad had a business of his own that time and this guy rose from my dad’s helper to my dad’s partner. Guess that guy managed to get my dad’s trust- something that i had tried for the last 18 years but i never succeeded.

So, one effing day, this Kudin asshole want a lil venture of his own. My dad was a stockist that time and this guy wanted to borrow some cash from my dad to buy a van of his own. Told my dad that the van’s for his business purposes. He said something like; with the van, his side of the business can improve and if his business improves, he’ll take more stock from my dad, which means my dad’s own stockist business will improve as well. Somehow, it sounded so convincing (at least for that lil mind of my dad, that is) that my dad BOUGHT the van for the guy. And the purchase was made on my mom’s name as the loan was on my mom’s bank account. Okay, so it wasnt rly "bought the van for the guy", my dad and Kudin made a promise that Kudin will pay up the loan for the van all the way.

But he didnt.

He never did. The van was more like for his own leisure than his business. So, the bank start calling in for the payment. But they didnt call Kudin, and they didnt call my dad either- they called my mom. Finally, my mom grow tired of all those calls and she finally asked my dad to ask the promised payment from Kudin. But my dad never did. Why? His fucking reason was that Kudin is his goddamn ‘best buddie’ that he doesnt have a heart to ask him. One time, my mom and dad got into this big arguement coz of the van’s payment, bank’s call and Kudin’s so-called promises. Most.. no.. All of the time, my dad will be defending Kudin. My mom did called Kudin and asked him herself; but the guy just made more sweet promises that he would pay.

In the end, Kudin ran off with the van, the bank’s keep on calling my mom for the payment that they black-listed my mom’s account and my dad acted as if everything was never his fault that the bastard ran off without paying. Even worse, we are not sure of what reason was it but the loan kept increasing over years. however, if i am to say that Kudin "ran off", it wasnt quite true. My dad met Kudin once in a while by coincidence, but my dad treated him like he never ran off with any debts or anything. He never even bothered asking of the unpaid debt. Instead, he will treat the guy like a best buddy as usual. the same for Kudin in this case.

So, 8 years passed and my dad pretended as if Kudin never broke any promises, the van’s never existed and the bank never called. of course, things are the other way round. But, just this few months, my mom decided to use our saving (i rather call it HER savings as i insisted that my dad didnt contribute that much) to pay off the van’s payment once and for all. But, my dad insisted that he wanted the money for his recent business project which he claimed, can be our new source of income if it succeeds. Note the word IF. Thanks to my dad’s streak of failed business projects- its quite risky to invest that much of money to such a risky new business project investment. So, my mom turned down my dad’s demand. Today, my dad blamed my mom that his project failed (which he claimed was because of lack of finance). He said it’s all because of my mom who didnt trust him and didnt give him the savings for his new project’s investment.

And a dad is supposed to be his son’s role model?
If they say that the apple shall never fall too far from the tree..
i wont admit that THAT tree is the one i am from if i was the apple.

Yep, it was 19th of September and it was Preenie birthday! To tell you the truth, i was rly looking forward to the birthday party. Firstly, preenie’s my best buddy ever and secondly, well.. uh.. Preenie IS my best buddy ever. Oh ya, perhaps it was due to the fact that i got excluded in a few birthday outings before that i almost forget what big group outings felt like.. ok, i’m just exaggarating.. it’s one helluva big group outing so, why miss it?

The party was awesome. Preenie pulled out an almost impossible stun of asking about 50 people to have an outing toegther.. and she did it. It was cool. Been months since i had my dinner with the whole 2.5 (i think my last was during the BBQ thingy we did) and it had been two months since RJ, Ami and Estee’s birthday bash last July. Eitherways, instead of going to your usual Annalakshmi (it was RJ’s original suggestion for a dinner… riiiiiite) in midvalley, we decided to try out this place called Sri Murni in SS2. Heard of it, but never been there.

So, i got my last minute birthday gift (which i had planned for all this while but never to actly get the time to go and buy it) thanks to Ad’s help (i mean Adelynn. Funny how i can call her Ad :p) and thus, beginneth i of my quest to SS2.

The place is awesome aright. Imagine; double my usual portion at Mak jah’s stall but nearly half the price! And ya, there were some weird.. i mean.. exotic dishes too. Roti Hawaii (which doesnt rly make much sense), Shee Fun (Rat’s tail which isnt actly tails) and sum other stuff. Ok, so the point here is that that place is cool and unique. talk about Uncle chilli’s at a larger scale.

So, yep, Preenie’s 19 now. Doesnt have that much difference from the first day i met her in IPBA. Still remember the time when i thought she might be one real poyo woman who basically decided that talking 24/7 to the phone is better than socializing and meeting new friends on your early weeks in IPBA. haha. Still remember that she offered a high five when i made the statement that i hate paris hilton. Guess that’s where it all began…

how much has she grown now… Sob… Ya rite!

This story occurs on the day before Ramadhan. I was joining some buddies of mine in Mid valley to watch a movie in celebrating the success of yesterday’s play. Class ended late so i move out slightly later than the bigger group. thus, there was just me, RJ and preenie.

So, we went by taxi as usual. however, this taxi i’m getting in has some unwelcoming aura inside. There was a malay driver, perhaps around the age of 50-60.There wasnt any identification nor some stickers showing the plat number of the taxi. Guess we were in a rush so we just decided to take the chance. First of all, the guy asked "Where is Midvalley?" and he was about to take the straight road instead of making a U turn at the usual corner. I managed to stopped him and tell him to go the way he is supposed to (which is much nearer). he frowned a lil and start saying;
"Tak tau jalan pegi midvalley tengah jam skang ni?"
I just give a short "oh"
"Aku baru pegi sana. Ko nak tengok sangat jam macam mana?"
He said it in an impolite intonation but i just give a short laugh and i said that i dont mind.
"Ha. Aku bagi ko tengok jam macam mana.. nak tengok sangat kan?"

Indeed, the traffic was jammed. but not to the extend that all the cars wasnt even moving. It was the usual busy traffic as it was lunch hour after all but still the cars are moving- just slowly like usual. The guy frowned and sighed as if he is caught in a jam which will strip half of his lifetime. Some of his sighs did sound provoking as if he’s saying something like "i told you so". i just ignored him. I looked around the taxi (i was sitting in the front seat) for any palt number or identification. the thought of reporting him slipped my mind slightly.

However, in just around 5 minutes in the jam, we manage to get out of it. Just a brokedown bus. We came in front of mid and Preenie told me to ask the driver to take the citatel entrance which is much closer. So I did and the guy followed. he did said something but i didnt hear him clearly. And so, there were we almost in front of the citatel entrance. I took out my wallet and checked the meter. It was blank. Actually, i noticed it before. I thought it was some slightly malfunction screen that due to the light reflection, the numbers doesnt show properly. But now i noticed, the screen is blank. the meter wasnt even on.

So i asked him how much is the fare. Without looking at the meter, the guy just said five bucks. I took out my ten bucks and gave it to him and he returned the change. however, Preena saw the meter and asked if he is using the meter. He said;
"Aku lupa nak tekan time ko masuk tadi. 5 ringgit la"
Guess Preenie didnt agree much so she said that usually we were charged around 3 ringgit. Somehow the guy turned furious and start saying "Tak payah bayar lah. Nah ambik ko punya duit". He pulled my wallet i’m holdingand pushed the 10 back to me. I hesitated and said that i can pay 5 ringgit. But he said "tak payah! tak payah". i gave him the change and Preenie said that we were only reassuring ourselves. He started saying something in more impolite voice. it wasnt clear but i did make out hi8m saying "Tak payah. Get out! Keluar aje lah. Dahlah aku lali trafic jam. Keluar je lah"

Was i pissed. So i got out after Preenie and Rj look back at him, said "terima kasih byk2 pakcik", gave him a salam and slammed the door. I just walked off towards the entrance but i stopped when Preenie called me, half yelling. there was also a guy screaming. I figured that the guy is aftering me. So i just stopped and turned around. indeed he was and he was cursing at me saying that i’m ungrateful and it goes something like;"Woi, gua dah bagi lu free ko nak kurang ajar dengan aku? lu nak kena lempang dengan aku!? Dah la gua bagi free, lu lagi nak cari pasal!?"
He was raising his hand in a position to hit me. But, i just pointed back straight at his face with my hand and said, "saya dah nak bayar tadi! yang pakcik nak kecoh lagi pesal? Kalo orang dah bagi duit ambik je la! Bukannya saya tak nak bayar- saya nak bayar kan tadi? Tak payah sampai nak menghina saya macam tadi! Apa lagi pakcik nak?"

he continued threating me with his hand and so was i with mine. That’s when the security came and broke our fight. the guy was still screaming when he got back at his taxi. saying "lu memang takkan kaya kalo lu macam ni! Fuck off la! Fuck off!!" he continued to mumble in his place but i just head straight off. i was damn pissed but once i cooled down, i started thinking; Why exactly did he charged out to confront me? Could be coz i slammed his door which may seem to him as a sign of provoking. Could be coz i said "terima kasih byk2" which sounded that i won the fight all along and he doesnt feel too happy of it. But then, i thought, it could be coz of my "Assalamualaikum"; my simple "peace be upon you" wish. Judging by how he threaten to hit me while using the word "lu’ and "gua" he could have thought that i was a Chinese guy. I looked like one and i was travelling with RJ and Preenie- could be he thought that i was Chinese and the way i gave him the salam was insulting his- no, OUR- religion?

If only i can just face him one more time and ask him which matter was he mad of the most. Regardless to whichever matter, i was thinking, tommorow’s is the start of the fasting month and is this the way a Muslim should act? Regardless to whther was he facing another fellow Muslim or someone who is a non-Muslim, shouldnt we behave how we are supposed to? Note that i used "we" not "he". I’ve seen this scene so many times before. Regardless to whichever religion, ppl often got carried away with the idea of standing firm with their religion that they end up insulting the rest- whether it is of their own or another. Why do we have this ideology? I read few articles before that one article said something like "instead of viewing ppl as Indonesian or Malaysian, it’s time to see ourselves as a whole- as Muslims" and another claimed something that goes like "We shall not see ourselves from our races, skin colors or ethnicity- let us all unite ourselves under the name of Christianity"

I’m not saying bad things of any religion or mine but if we are to unite under the name of our own religion- wont things still remain the same? Muslims will be Muslims. Christians will be Christians. And extremist will still exist. Does standing firm by our religion can help to unite all of us? Maybe to a certain extend, yes; but in whole, do you think we will? Fighting others just of the excuse that the opponent is not of the same religion as yours- is that what OUR religion want its followers to do? No, every religion is built on love and faith upon each other- but to defend and to show your love, you use this excuse to kill?

Nevertheless, It is still agreeable if you want to identify yourselves under the aspect of skin colours, races, ethnicity, languages, human beings, culture and, definitely, religion. But, perhaps, it is time for all of us to identify all our selves under one undeniable aspect- we are all humans and we are meant for each other.

Just a thought though.. Jangan saman saya, saya tak ada duit… :p

Delaqroux Inc Update! Though its running a lil late for this; i would like to thank everyone possible for making our A Midsummer’s Night Dream a success. Guess a congrats deserved to be included with think gratitude eh? Like they say; it’s a great jobe well done and it was an impressive display of work and all. Well, let’s just say; the play was a kickass and we provided the kickers! Omedetoo, C5.

Anyways, the play started off a bit hectic… well, at least for me though as i got freaked out due to the sight of a full house :p Yet, everyone performed well (at least i think so. I was in the dressing room at most time of the play). Guess the craftsmen did stole some humble spotlight for their own. lolz. The play within the play was sick! Yep, and it was damn fun! Quite hard to make people laugh while holding yourself to not laugh (ecspecially, when you’re in a sleeveless pink and black dress and a wig) But, in all, the main actors and actressess really rocks. In my opinion, i personally wanna give some extra kudos for Alia Dodgson which i think did a great job on stage (Heard a few loud thuds of Alia droping herself down on the floor and some creepy maiden’s wailing from the dressing room.. creepy). So, uh… who else… Well, Adam was Nick Bottom and guess you cant expect anythin else from an ass himself (lolololololololz :p). So, yep, that’s about it.

Now for the personal thanks… Hmm…

Ok, playing the role of Francis Flute (ok! ok! and Thisbe), i personally would like to thank Fikri and his fashion team (i think it’s called Valour or soemthing) for the costumes. For Thisbe’s dress, I guess it was done rly on the last minute but it IS freakin’ awesome! Next is, the crews in the dressing room. Well, there wont be all of us characters without a make up aye? So, yep, thanks a lot to you all. Wish i can mention names here but i was without my glasses during the makeup session. Thus, i cant rly tell who made me up (is that the right past tense for "make up" btw?) but let’s just say that te ones i can recall is Acap, Izzy, Fikri, Fatin, RJ (whatever was she doing there anyway) and uh… everyone. Thanks again ^^ Next, are the craftsmen, of course. It was fantastic working with you all. Adam, all i can say is; i damned my own hand for touching your.. uh… In any case, Daryl, sorry we ‘kissed’ at your hand (Shit! Dsigusting reminsicense! Disgusting reminiscense!! **vomit blood**). Ahem… and yeah, the script writer team; Amy, Annie, Chew, Izzy, Preenie. Sorry for calling you all away from your life to do the stupid script editing and thanks for staying in… although, it’s @#$%ing hard to get you all togther for a discussion ^^; Oh ya, Shogi deserve some thanks as well (though i dont feel like giving it to him due to some personal reasons). And finally, my personal biggest appreciation goes to… *drumroll*…

**NO FOOTAGE AVAILABLE**

jz thanks for being there for me. 143

Signed,
Dark A. Delaqroux @ Francis Flute @ Thisbe

"Today, you should try to mix things up a little. Don’t behave the way that other people expect you to — and see what happens when you act out of character. If you’re usually shy in a new social situation, unleash your inner obnoxiousness and see what it’s like to be the center of attention. If you’re the one who usually is the life of the party, today pull back and watch things unfold from the sidelines. This new experience will be very educational."

This is the horoscope reading for today, just precisely on the date of the play. As a matter of fact, the play is just another 10 hours from now. Well, for those who basically dont believe in horoscope prediction and stuff (which includes me as well), take a look at this. It sorta have connection no? Between the reading and what will happen today, i mean. As i will be playing as Flute and later; Thisbe tonight, which if you are not aware, is a guy playing a girl role, today’s reading does say something about making a change (of identity) isnt it? All the same, i’m just gonna give all out tonight. My role aint that big in the play. But, heck, am i nervous alright. Hopefully all the major(er) actors for tonight will give their best as well. Like how the wisemen said "if you give out your best, you are a winner even if you lose"..

Dont feel like "losing" here but hey, now that we are in this shit, might as well get out of it alive eh? Gambatte Kudasai, Cohort 5!!!

Tommorow itself is already our A Midsummer Night’s Dream presentation and as how i seem to be feeling that i am well prepared for tommorow’s play, often that i feel that there is more preparation needed to be done for tommorow’s play itself.

Perhaps, my remarks were mere forgeries of anxiety. Yet again, i rather use "excited" instead of anxiety. Yes, indeed it is a matter of assurance on how all of us seems to be excited for the play. But, in regards of all the accidents that occured during our many rehersals, one, obviously, can do nothing but to keep his/her finger crossed that no such occurence will happen during the big finale.

At least, it seems that i do. Let not everything go misplaced. Let the situation not go hectic. Let the play not turn astray. Let not the dream end with a nightmare.

p/s: hehe. if you all are amazed on galant my language was for this blog post. Let’s just say; the movie last night rly make a big impact no. Highly rcommended; V for Vendetta. w00t!! Delaqroux Inc Update!

Delaqroux Inc Update and its 31st August!

Oh well, i dont feel like lying on this one but to be honest, i’m one of those spoiled kids who practically dont rly know how to appreciate kemerdekaan. Somehow, i was looking forward to the celebration while i was in IPBA last year. I mean, all of us were crazily wearing all kinds of traditional costumes (and that time, i was crazy for Indian suits). But this year, there wasnt anything to look for. The traditional costume week was not there anymore, the ambang kemerdekaan IPBA was removed (and so does my secret mission ^^;) and no merdeka eve celebration means no taekwondo demo as well. So what is there to look forward to?

So, on that afternoon right after class, me and my usual cohorts just went to Midvalley to chill out. It was getting more and more crowded towards the evening so we decided to change our port (WTF?? I’m starting to talk like one of those remaja bermasalah aready!! 0_0) so next stop… uh… ok, so we’re stuck. Apparently, the queue for the taxi is too goddamn long! Plan B; the KTM to central and LRT from central to Kerinchi- our usual escape. But actly, the original plan was to hangout somewhere with the crowd. perhaps, maybe in KLCC or something. However, we didnt expect THIS much of a crowd. So, maybe it’s time to call for plan C.

Somehow, Adam was mumbling something bout this Counter-Culture thingy where; if everyone goes to KLCC, we shall go to soemwhere else where no one is heading to.. BANGSAR. Ok, so, generally, there’s absolutely nothing in Bangsar. Just chicks, according to Daryl. Hmm.. Nothing to do, no one is there but there are chicks.. that aint too bad :p So, there we go… on foot.. which basically turns out to be a mountain hike. We decided to go to Bangsar Shopping Complex instead of the usual Bangsar village in some intention to play bowling as our closing ceremony for the night. Unfortunately, the trip to Bangsar took longer hike than expected and by the time we reach the place, it was 11pm.

But the cool thing is that the complex is situated almost on the top of the Bangsar hill thingy. THus, we realised that we hike so high that we can really get a clear view of KLCC!! Seriously, KLCC in the open space like that! Nothing blocking our view or anything! And just 12am and there will be fireworks show over KLCC!! Yeah, it means, we get the VIP view all clear away from the hectic crowds of KLCC!!! w00tness!!!

or that what i thought…

Apparently, the bowling place had been closed for four months aready.. so, next best thing to do is to just wait for a while for the fireworks show which ETA around another 45 minutes.. something that Daryl wouldnot like to do. And thus, he whines and whines and we all finally give in and took a taxi back to IPBA. Spoiler isnt it?