if you guys really want me to stop smoking, SUPPORT me. ENCOURAGE me. give your ALL to make sure that i will STOP smoking. BUT so far, what i'm getting is some fuckup shit. first, you don't want to get for me any kind of nicotine patches or gums. INSTEAD, you ask me to quit on my own. second, you want me to stop smoking BUT WITHOUT ANY HELP. if i don't have gums or patches, how do you expect me to stop smoking IN THE SHORTEST POSSIBLE TIME? then that mother of mine, you said i could get either patches or gums but my happiness was short-lived. you wanted to STOP giving me my daily pocket money. HOW THE SHIT AM I SUPPOSED TO GO OUT IF I DON'T HAVE MONEY? then you said if i have money, i will buy cigarettes. i rebutted, saying that if you buy patches, i will NOT buy cigarettes because patches can feed me nicotine, isn't that simple logic? oh i get it now. its all because of money. MONEY, MONEY, MONEY. no, i'm not referring to the song. when we talk about something that involves money, you guys FREAK out ALL THE TIME. is it so hard to fork out an amount of $30 a month from your SORRY ASS salaries that you bring home which is about $7,000 per month, to help your youngest son to quit his habit? is it so FUCKING HARD? yeah, it's very hard for your sorry asses. if you WANT it this way, so BE IT. and guess what? i'm taking ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD to quit smoking. in the shortest or longest time, its none of your FUCKING business. call me rude but just so you know, "sticks and stones may break my bones BUT words could NEVER HURT ME."





12.39 a.m

welcome fellow visitors, i'm Raizuan and i'm your tour guide for today. Today, we will venture into the best place ever known to yours truly, my humble abode. heh. so, just sit back and relax..



The View Outside.





isn't it a beautiful scenery? birds humming to the fresh crisp morning air..wah lan, dramatic sia.


My Living Room.



this is my "kerusi malas". i usually lie on the sofa which my parents hate me for doing that, so they bought me this. hehe.



this is where it all happens.


My Room.



look at my new study table!
psst, i got a new computer lah!



and yeahh, that's my bed. very charming indeed.

ehem.



this is where i take a shit, for all of you who don't know.



my mum brought home these brochures about NRT. i dunno which one is the most suitable for me.



oh yeaaa, Franz Ferdinand. my favourite, balls!



lelong lelong!
3 pairs for $100 ahhh. hehehe.


okay there you have it. i believe that you have enjoyed your journey with me and now, $50 for service charge. hehehee.




12.53 p.m

tips on how to change from a 'mat' to a regular guy.
1. don't hang out with 'mats' and 'minahs' but do hang out with friends who can think.
2. don't dress like 'mats'. tapered jeans, trucker caps, pierced ears are a no-no.
3. don't style your hair according to the trends. be au-naturel.
4. don't lepak with your 'mat' friends under the void deck till the wee hours of the morning.
5. don't walk the 'mat' way. just walk like normal, like any normal human being would walk.
6. don't talk to people as if they owe you money. have courtesy for other people.
7. don't stare at people unnecessarily. they might think that you are very hungry.
8. don't say that you're not a mat when you obviously do not follow all of the above.



i took the following quote from a friend's blog.
" a mat is something that you wipe your feet on. a minah, who sits beside a mat, serves the same purpose. "



ouch. but nice~