tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33823282880383117392011-07-28T21:42:40.542-07:00jack n HIS beanstalkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693733472463403931noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382328288038311739.post-72757142711919595802009-06-26T04:32:00.000-07:002009-06-26T04:40:39.631-07:00<p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I found this picture on the net...</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">hahahaha....</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">those were the days... no worries.. no real problems..</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2_faNahFuE/SkSyVHJ64DI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qW7DyBVGyX0/s1600-h/budak+skolah.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351598332990644274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2_faNahFuE/SkSyVHJ64DI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qW7DyBVGyX0/s320/budak+skolah.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><strong>I was never someone who could sit still...</strong></p><br /><p><strong></strong></p><br /><p align="right"><strong></strong> </p><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3382328288038311739-7275714271191959580?l=thegayeststraightguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jack n HIS beanstalkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693733472463403931noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382328288038311739.post-82558002942034096412009-06-20T08:34:00.001-07:002009-06-20T08:37:51.341-07:00everyone knows the song "Umbrella". everyone knows that a lot of people have sang it in their own version... but i stumbled upon a cover by the group "THE BASEBALLS".. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DM2177pHMT0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DM2177pHMT0</a><br /><br />enjoy people....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3382328288038311739-8255800294203409641?l=thegayeststraightguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jack n HIS beanstalkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693733472463403931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382328288038311739.post-88590448841542448892009-03-08T10:23:00.000-07:002009-03-08T10:38:24.955-07:00<div align="center">so we went to the curriculum development division that day</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">i went there with loads of ammo to gun down the person in charge of developing the schools' curriculum...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">but...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">after hearing her explaination...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">owh well...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">it wasnt their fault...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">so i went searching for suitable spots for me to take pics to show that im actually in the place where they design curriculums...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">i failed to find any signboards..</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">so finally i took a picture with a new friend...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">so guys.. meet my new friend</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2_faNahFuE/SbQBYRAKvpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7oaIg3LgBbw/s1600-h/DSC03682.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310871376969252498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2_faNahFuE/SbQBYRAKvpI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7oaIg3LgBbw/s400/DSC03682.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong>kiah </strong>the gold fish.</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(actually i do not know whether it was a male or a female but kiah sounds nice).</span></p><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3382328288038311739-8859044884154244889?l=thegayeststraightguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jack n HIS beanstalkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693733472463403931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382328288038311739.post-28197791321662136362009-02-24T08:07:00.000-08:002009-02-24T08:21:39.157-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">"abg ni bonzer pub ke?" the first question a boy asked me upon seeing me standing in front of the desk he was doing his homework on...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; ">on monday nite..i did something made me feel sad in a good way and it brought tears to my eyes.. at the same time i was satisfied..</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">so...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">what did i do..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">some of us...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">me n some of my classmates went to the "RUMAH ANAK LAKI LAKI TUNKU ABDUL AZIZ"...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">which was actually a place where boys from problematic families stay...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">the experience was an eye opener..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">and this time it felt good...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">  </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">why??</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">because we literally volunteered for it...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">not being forced to volunteered like some of the other community service programs...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">n we did not do this to satisfy anyone's political needs n satisfaction, unlike some of the other community service programs...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">we did it because we want to...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">and we enjoyed the experience...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">shared stories with the boys...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">i even taught a boy to a science experiment...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">these boys were very talented...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">in art...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">in catering...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">in making fun of their friends...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">hehehehe...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">at the end of the day...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">it was a very fruitful experience...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">cant wait for next week...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3382328288038311739-2819779132166213636?l=thegayeststraightguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jack n HIS beanstalkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693733472463403931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382328288038311739.post-33227828758028814852008-12-18T06:52:00.000-08:002008-12-18T07:05:23.559-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">i was sitting on my so-called-bed watching some funny comedians on youtube this morning when i suddenly heard some people talking or discussing about something in a foreign dialect.<br /><br />i went to the window and saw 2 black guys talking. owh...they were the Sudanese<br />(the only bahasa melayu that they know is "apa khabar", "sudah makan ka" and<br />"sihat ka").<br /><br />then i started thinking...hmm..living in this place feels like i am somewhere in the u.s.<br /><br />why? u might ask...<br /><br />well, 1st of all, like every other place on earth, this area is full of chinese(duhhh, its nicknamed chinatown by the locals).<br /><br />then, living in the same apartment block as me n my housemates are sudanese, siamese, filipinos, portugese, indian, chinese n malays. what a community...<br /><br />and somehow we respect each others boundaries...<br /><br /> to make the feeling as though we are living somewhere in the u.s. to be more realistic, the environment is decorated with howlings of dogs and siren noises from fire trucks.<br /><br />owh...how i wish it would snow....<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3382328288038311739-3322782875802881485?l=thegayeststraightguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jack n HIS beanstalkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693733472463403931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382328288038311739.post-61497172203692262272008-12-14T08:02:00.000-08:002008-12-14T18:36:53.306-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">kejadian yang agak menarik ini terjadi sewaktu aku tengah tunggu bas kat sebuah stesen bas yang agak popular.<br /><br />cerita ini ditulis dalam bahasa melayu bagi memelihara keoriginalannya.<br /><br />kejadian ini terjadi ketika aku sedang sibuk bersms dgn miss gf di stesen bus tersebut..<br /><br />tiba2 ada sorg mamat yg berpakaian agak stylo duduk di sebelah aku...matanye merah dan mukanye sedih, sedih yang dibuat-buat.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: assalamualaikum bang(beliau menggenggam erat tgn aku, mcm nk akad nikah).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: waalaikumusalam(aku tarik tgn aku cepat2 sbb nk rep msg)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: abg nk pegi mana ye? saya panggil abg le ye..tanda saya menghormati..<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>:(dlm hati aku brpikir, tua sgtkah aku smpai dia nk panggil abg) aku nk g melaka.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: abg...abg boleh tolong saya tak?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: kalau aku boleh tolong, aku tolong le...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: abg sumpah eh? abg sumpah abg akan tolong saya?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: sampai kena sumpah2 plak?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: abg sumpah abg akan tolong saya?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: (macam pelik je nie..tak boleh jadi...kena improvise) baiklah aku sumpah...kalau aku boleh tolong, aku tolong..kalau aku boleh tolong la...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: saya dah 2 hari tersadai kat sini bang, takde duit nak beli tiket.. saya tinggal sehelai sepinggang..baju dan seluar yang saya pakai ni dah dua hari dah tak tukar (pelik sebab tak bau pape pun).<br />beg baju dan kasut kena curi masa saya tengah solat(muka takde nur langsung..solat konon).<br />kasut yang saya pakai sekarang ni pun pak guard kat sini yang kasi( dia tunjuk kasut yang dipakainya, agak stylo jugak..tapi cerita dia ni macam pernah dgr je).<br />abg boleh tak tolong kasi duit untuk saya beli tiket??<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: tapi aku pun takde duit ni..aku still belajar..duit cukup2 nk buat belanja...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: tapi abg dah sumpah nk tolong saya..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: aku sumpah kalau aku boleh tolong, aku tolong...tapi aku pun nyawa2 ikan..macam mana nk tolong...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: sepuluh ringgit pun takde ke bang?? saya boleh pinjam yang selebihnye kat org lain..kalau abg nak, abg ambiklah spec saya ni(mamat tu menunjukkan rayban ciplaknye yg tergantung di leher baju).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: dalam wallet aku nie ada duit nk bayar teksi je...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: abg ada berape ringgit skrg?(ewah2..byk soal plak)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: ada cukup2 utk aku je....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: tiga ringgit pun takde??<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: ada cukup2 utk aku je (aku ulang lagi)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: tapi abg dh sumpah...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: ye la, aku bersumpah..kalau aku boleh tolong..aku tolong...tapi sekarang nie aku tak boleh tolong..so tak dapat le nak tolong...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: abg tak takut termakan sumpah ke...baik abg tolong saya...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: cuba ko ingat balik sumpah aku tadi(mamat tu terdiam)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mamat tu</span>: takpe lah bang...hari ni saya susah..esok mana nak tau..abg pulak yang susah..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">aku</span>: kalau esok aku susah...aku mintak tolong le kat sape2...<br /><br />mamat tu bgn lalu belah dari situ dgn muka tak puas hati kerana "drama"nye utk menge"pau" duit aku tak menjadi...<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3382328288038311739-6149717220369226227?l=thegayeststraightguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jack n HIS beanstalkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04693733472463403931noreply@blogger.com4