Malfunction

I feel so bored.. browsing through the newspaper just to find out that more than 2 pages were dedicated to Uncle Anwar's (Datuk Seri) story. I don't mean to say that I like or dislike him, it is just that everything is really boring. Somebody must be dying to tag him as "Once a gay, forever a gay" or something that sounds like "Once a sodomizer (does this word ever exist?), forever a sodomizer".

I don't mean to sound rude but oh common.. seems like an ancient tactic is being used again and again and again. My personal opinion ok, just my personal opinion, the resume of Bro Saiful (the one who filed the complain) wasn't convincing enough anyway. What I heard (please note, it may be untrue after all) he was an MPP and had problem with it, he applied for a place in an institute without informing them of his study in the univ, he wasn't doing OK in the academic field (mengumpat ke ni??), and suddenly at the peak of Anwar's career, he brings forth the complain. I don't mind if someone doesn't bloom academically if the person has tried his/her best, but if that person has a bad academic performance + attitude problem, then that's it. Neither sympathy nor empathy from me.

Truth is Bro Saiful deserves to be protected by the law if he is really a victim. I can't judge him because I don't know him personally.

Problem is every single Malysian knows that our legal system is not that justifiable by the way.

Everything is soo perfect and dead boring, to end with. Sometimes you get irritated by merely trying to ingest these endless scandals. And that causes my brain and rationalizing process to malfunction. How lame..

Nak jadi ahli syurga??

Nama saya Tot. Kadang2 orang panggil saya Totot, Popot, Pot, Etot, Thout (sebutan hruf tho dan diidghamkan) dan macam macam nama lagi. Umur saya 2 tahun or 3 tahun, tak ingat la. Saya suka makan friskies, tapi yang crunchy je. kalau dah lemau saya tak suka makan la. Saya suka duduk dekat dgn tong sampah, sebab tu saya kena mandi selalu. tp bila mandi, saya ngiau kuat kuat. Kalau nak masuk bilik tidur pun saya ngiau kuat kuat sebab bagi warning kpd sesape yg ada dlm bilik tidur tu. Saya suka tangkap cicak. Tapi kalau cicak tinggi sangat, saya ngiau juga kuat kuat supaya sesape yg available akan tolong angkat saya!

Hmm Tot, u r introducing yourself in my blog? OMG you are soo Totot. Well to speak of Tot, berbuat baik kat binatang tu satu pahala. 
Ada org yang pernah bagi minum kat anjing yang tengah kehausan di tgh padang pasir, lalu dia dijanjikan syurga (xpasti sejauh mana kesahihan cerita ni).
Sahabat Rasulullah, Abu Hurairah sangat menyayangi kucing, sebab tulah nama dia Abu Hurairah. Tp kalau kat rumah tot mengiau minta makanan pun, kitorng malas nak layan dia. Biar je lama-lama sampai dia climb onto our bodies, baru la bg dia makan. Itupun dgn gaya malas. 
Walhal cuma kena buka tin, ambil friskies & letakkan dlm pinggan Astaghfirullah, macamana nak jadi ahli syurga kalau benda kecik camni pun susah sgt nak buat???

Documenting everything..

Abah asked apa la gunanya friendster? cerita psl personal things kat public.. And buat apa nak tulis blog? Sibuk nak bitau org lain psl diri kita. I could sense a heavy disagreement and dislike in his voice. But i knew better- just keep quiet! 

I don't even know how many people are there in this whole world! 
How can i expect that everybody will think at the same frequency?? 
It is just a matter of technology evolution. 
In the old days people write their biography, if they care to write it and if they think people will read. 
But of course they didn't call or even use blogs then, instead they have memoirs- books. 
Papers & ink.
I don't call this my blog but rather my ramblings. I don't know why I write it either (how lame) but actually i'm creating something like Pengembaraan Ibn Battuta. 
Someplace where I jot down my life experiences.  1 day, I am going to stop and look back at 
what i have been through and just cherish it, knowing how much wisdom & maturity i have 
gathered throughout the years.. The ups and downs of my humble life.. and perhaps I'll be able to tell my grandchildren one day, that if they want to learn 
something from my experience, it is stored somewhere in the invisible world. How ambitious -hehe-