Memorial Stuff
Its been awhile i'm wanting to make a post about this matter. Just want share with you an insight to my life as teenager.
When i were 12 years old (which is equal to 13 years old to most of my Form 1 mates since i was born on October), i got this love letters and some drama in my first year as a Secondary student, i decided to write the whole thing happen in my life into diary. Back then, there is no desktop or any other related species and i bet Blogger still unknown in 2003, so i'm using the classic alternative. Here is my first ever and last diary. Look like a treasure, don't you think so? LOL.
When i read back what i've written on that life journal, i find myself laughing and feel embarrassed! OMG, silly teenage years. I continued to wrote on that diary until a month before UiTM calling me and my soul gone forever, which is about 6 years. Yeah, i'm quite the hanging man. And here is my last post.
Now that i've got a blog, i write everything here, although there is no privacy in here like before, but what makes the difference if only one or two people visit your blog a year. LOL.
This is one of the most loyal company on my bed since i was 8 years old until now, 11 years after that. Its my "bantal busuk"! LOL. I bring it anywhere i want to sleep (except for camping) even to UiTM! His my bestfriend who can't talk but provide a comfortable sleep through the night. IDC if you say i can't leave my childhood behind me, as long as i can sleep well.
I love the smell of my pillows. LOL. BTW, i do wash the sheet, ok? I'm not that dirty.
Here also one of the most loyal friend i got. My belt. I've been using it since i started to write the diary until now and it is my one and only belt. He is the witness of my weight drama. So, if you can't think of any birthday prize for me, buy a belt for me will be better (or a wallet). Hehe..

Talking about birthday, here is some of the most memorable treasure of my birthday. It's birthday cards! Yeah, i kept them. I love collecting this kinda thing cause whenever i'll lost my memory one day, this probably could help me to retrieve the moment. LOL. Thanks to Anir Beon, Esther Who & KuaZi!




Here is my most expensive birthday present worth of RM900+! Its my Sony Ericsson Z610i! Although she literally died before the end of 2009, i still kept her in a hand made coffin (POYO!) on my study table. I love her forever and thanks to my sponsor who give me this handphone.


When i was still in secondary school, i fulfill my empty time with this activities. What it is? Journalism. Kinda. Hehe.. I love collecting tons of entertainment (and some sports) news and song lyrics and compiled them into a book. At the end of my secondary school era, i have 5 thick books consist of news i got from Bintang Popular (my family never ever buy them, so i would go to Pustaka Miri to read the newspaper there, and if i lucky enough, i would torn off the most exciting and informational news from the paper without noticed by the staff, LOL), Utusan Sarawak, Borneo Post and some magazines. What a precious memory. Here my baby :






Before i wrap up this post, here the last memorial stuff for today. Its my IC at one of the places i've contribute my labor energy to. Can you noticed any awkwardness on the IC? LOL. Its the picture! That's not my picture. LOL. That picture belong to one of my friend who coincidentally are on first day as me. They swap my picture to his IC. Whatever, I love my colleagues on that supermarket but the working environment was out of my hand. Too much pressure to handle. I quit less than a week after that which explained why the IC are not fixed. BTW, the man on the picture is my next semester roommate. Believe it or not.

p/s : I know, my grammar are among the worst. At least, i'm trying and face it.
When i were 12 years old (which is equal to 13 years old to most of my Form 1 mates since i was born on October), i got this love letters and some drama in my first year as a Secondary student, i decided to write the whole thing happen in my life into diary. Back then, there is no desktop or any other related species and i bet Blogger still unknown in 2003, so i'm using the classic alternative. Here is my first ever and last diary. Look like a treasure, don't you think so? LOL.
This is one of the most loyal company on my bed since i was 8 years old until now, 11 years after that. Its my "bantal busuk"! LOL. I bring it anywhere i want to sleep (except for camping) even to UiTM! His my bestfriend who can't talk but provide a comfortable sleep through the night. IDC if you say i can't leave my childhood behind me, as long as i can sleep well.
Here also one of the most loyal friend i got. My belt. I've been using it since i started to write the diary until now and it is my one and only belt. He is the witness of my weight drama. So, if you can't think of any birthday prize for me, buy a belt for me will be better (or a wallet). Hehe..
Talking about birthday, here is some of the most memorable treasure of my birthday. It's birthday cards! Yeah, i kept them. I love collecting this kinda thing cause whenever i'll lost my memory one day, this probably could help me to retrieve the moment. LOL. Thanks to Anir Beon, Esther Who & KuaZi!
Here is my most expensive birthday present worth of RM900+! Its my Sony Ericsson Z610i! Although she literally died before the end of 2009, i still kept her in a hand made coffin (POYO!) on my study table. I love her forever and thanks to my sponsor who give me this handphone.
When i was still in secondary school, i fulfill my empty time with this activities. What it is? Journalism. Kinda. Hehe.. I love collecting tons of entertainment (and some sports) news and song lyrics and compiled them into a book. At the end of my secondary school era, i have 5 thick books consist of news i got from Bintang Popular (my family never ever buy them, so i would go to Pustaka Miri to read the newspaper there, and if i lucky enough, i would torn off the most exciting and informational news from the paper without noticed by the staff, LOL), Utusan Sarawak, Borneo Post and some magazines. What a precious memory. Here my baby :
Before i wrap up this post, here the last memorial stuff for today. Its my IC at one of the places i've contribute my labor energy to. Can you noticed any awkwardness on the IC? LOL. Its the picture! That's not my picture. LOL. That picture belong to one of my friend who coincidentally are on first day as me. They swap my picture to his IC. Whatever, I love my colleagues on that supermarket but the working environment was out of my hand. Too much pressure to handle. I quit less than a week after that which explained why the IC are not fixed. BTW, the man on the picture is my next semester roommate. Believe it or not.
p/s : I know, my grammar are among the worst. At least, i'm trying and face it.
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