Metrosexual I am so not.

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Checking up the time... and I have approximately 20 minutes before my friend who just got back from California will be kidnapping me. I'm dropping by to let go one of my emotional thoughts that has been bugging me lately.

Starting with the head. I don't really wear any kind of headbands (not even when playing basketball), snow caps, cowboy hats, or even normal caps on my head when I go out, except the same old black 'kopiah' when I go to the mosque.

I don't go for shades nor glasses, not when I'm not contemplating on something worth to be looked at, like movies or while driving, of course. Then only I'll go for my seasoned-rusty-old glasses, which can still be used.

I'm a person who thinks that men wearing any kind of necklace wouldn't suit them up and would never look nice. That's why I don't and I hope I wouldn't wear any of those unnecessary accessories. However, a soldier's ID necklace does looks cool to any soldiers who wear it, but not to civilians who adapt it as a fashion.

You can name any of those branded shirts out there. Unless I'm not a good friend of Anis or Nabil, I care less about the designs, nor would I give a piss about 'em. I think people wearing fit neither-branded-nor-not shirts when they are not fit, but fat, looks like a clown, no offense. I prefer any sleeves T-shirts as long as it is purely clean so that I can perform my prayers confidently, and the ones which is not so bright and contrast, so that I wouldn't be a stand out like a sore thumb at the middle of any hanging-out places.

I can't be bothered to equip myself with any sorts of bracelets, men's bangles, rubber bands, or even wristbands (not even when playing basketball). Firms producing those accessories are lucky enough to have an insignificant number of a non-supporting consumer like me in their market, or else someone's daddy will get laid-off, anytime sooner. But a wrist watch is fine to me. Knowing the time is important, even the Almighty one says so, (103).

I'll always try my best to cover up parts that needs to be covered up as a Muslim. Actually it's not just about trying my best, I have to. I only wear shorts at home, or during basketball practice, even so, I'll wear tights to cover up my knee whenever I got a tournament outside, where girls will surely come. But it depends on whether I could find my tights or not. Hangout? I really don't mind wearing anything from any sorts of jeans to Camel-Active slacks, as long as I'm comfortable with it. The thoughts of wearing 3-quarters or Quiksilver surf board shorts is there, but I'm just not yet ready for the big change.

Sandals or slippers would be perfect. But at least, give me a branded one because those cheap, not worth buying slippers or sandals wouldn't last long. I don't like wearing sneakers when going out because my finger toes need to breathe.

Some people care about how others look at them, and the others care about what is comfort to them.

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Project Gundam Avalanche Exia pt. 2

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I think, I did a piss poor job, screwing up the colour scheme. At first, I planned to mod the entire Gundam by choosing a total different Gundam that would probably look totally cool. But I was just too scared to do that. Besides, who would want to mod Gundam Exia? It already looks cool with its current colouring.

By the way, it's not easy to find spray cans nowadays. I'm not going to continue doing my Strike Gundam anytime soon until I'm financially stable, despite all the must-watch movies that is or will be screened on the cinema. In fact, I'm planning to move onto the next level of modeling, which is to use the airbrush. And one more thing to any Gundam enthusiast out there, this Gundam Avalanche Exia is one of the Gundam that you might consider buying before you spent your money on other not-worth-buying models. It's really cool.


But I still haven't started on the GN-Sword. I'm still thinking of the best way to colour it. It wouldn't look nice on either all grey or all white. Maybe I'll mix 'em both. Check out how detailed the mechanics are. You can even open up some of the armors and see the detailed inner structures. Two-thumbs up!



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arep-bigot

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It's not anyone's fault that a person turns out to be such a racist. It's not their parents fault nor the people around him.

My mom once told me, its not that we choose to be a bigot, but it's the perception that we have towards a particular race with an iniquitous background, that we tend to be racist.

I was sitting in a train while staring at this Indonesian who was looking on people while standing next to the train doorway. He might have nothing in mind and it could be just me inside the train, who thinks that the Indonesian guy is about to commit a crime. Indonesians... not only they could break and sneak into houses easily, they even have the guts to brutally murder people. How scary is that?

And because of those people, I hardly trust Indonesians (with certain looks). But I'm not, a racist. No offense to any Indonesians who came across my blog.

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The long lost friends

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Like those lucky kids who get to go overseas at the age of 3, I had that experienced too. But I was too small to remember and to small to appreciate every once in a lifetime moment.

Unlike our corrupted government, majority of the schools in Britain are supported by public funds and the education provided is free. Their education system was kind of a bit different than ours. They let the kids played with water, sands, Lego; learn to ride a bike and a lot more interesting and creative things to do as children. Going to school was fun. I was a former standard one student of Bannerman Road School, and I don’t remember doing any stressful activities or was forced to do any homework at home.

But it seems like being a standard one pupil here in Malaysia is a lot more tougher than any kid could ever imagine. They mock growing up. One way to tell is from the weight of their school bag, as they grow. As kids, they were scared of the teachers so they brought all text books, exercise books and writing books for each and every subject. But when they were finally on their final year at school sitting for the most important exam, they wore sling bag fraught with nothing more than a broken pencil. I’m not blaming any particular teacher for this, but it seems like a lot of teachers do not let those kids to grow smoothly. Yelling like, “grow up you lousy fella, you’re not in kindergarten anymore!” is seriously ridiculous to me. How bigger could the difference between the age of 6 and 7 get?

Okay, enough with blaming our primary and secondary school educational system which I’ve already gone through. Way back in 94-95, I use to have two friends, a boy and a girl, at the age of mine, in which I presume them as part of my solely childhood friends though I don’t really remember what we did together neither at school nor at the playground.

Unfortunately, I totally lost in touch with them since the day my family and I moved back here. But I do remember somewhere between 97-98, the boy sent me a card which came all the way from Brunei, wishing for my birthday I suppose, and that’s it between the two of us. I think it’s normal for us to grow up as a person forgetting others. Sometimes we never thought of being left apart, but that is just the way the world goes by.

Apart from those two, my other childhood friend was my former neighbour, here in Malaysia, way back in 96. I remember that day, an ice-cream seller who enjoys playing with the two of us, gave me a piece of Dragon Ball comic book. The two of us quarreled for that but I won and I had the book. But we still remain as best friends. I still remember the day he cried next to my mom’s car because he was hurt, and I couldn’t do anything about it except together join him crying. He’s special. He has 3 thumbnails and most kids that day thought that he was retarded, so they stayed away from him but I did not. In fact, he’s the only friend I have at that time. He moved away on the very next year.

It surely hurts when two people around me talked about themselves being friends since their kindergarten years and still going, when I literally don’t have any. I didn’t have much friends and I have to admit that, not until I devoted myself to grow up as a fine person, and as a basketball player, that I sometimes traveled around and make new friends. But what if I didn’t choose to play basketball in the first place and I’m no good in other sports? What if I devoted myself at home to watch the television and play games, all day long? I believe everything happens for a reason.

And for the first time after 14 years, I finally discovered the girl through the internet but not social websites. I was a bit surprised that she is now very thoughtful; she thinks that social websites are nothing more than wasting one’s time if it is purposely used to add new friends, and to drop by crap or non-informational comments onto their page, that’s thoughtful to me. No offense for that statement. I was very happy to know that she was real, which means all the photos in the cupboard are also real. But I’m not that 6 years old kid who can hug, or grab hands, or even kick others butt with an innocent heart, though at the moment I still think that I am one.

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