It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, with the sun shone brightly at high noon. A wedding was about to take place. The bride's house was the venue of that wedding, with tents erected, caterers standing at the ready with their food trays laden on tables. Waiters stood rigid, expecting an order from a guest or their employers. Chairs arranged together with tables on the spacious front porch.

The house was a little quiet , maybe the lack of guests from the groom's side. The bride was a demure looking thing, with her maids flanking her as she walked towards the two chairs which makes up the pelamin. The groom stared at his life partner, whom he has fought tooth and nail to get her, regardless of his heritage and the pressure of his relatives.

He looked at his bride to be as she walked elegantly towards him, and gazed on her. The boy shuffles uneasily on his golden chair as he waits for his bride, thanks to the lack of his parents, nor his relatives being there for his biggest day, a rather usual thing to happen to an exiled member of his family. Only a few of his friends stood there, offering moral support. They were chatting to one another idly as they stood near the groom. A wave of regret swept the groom's mind as he contemplates his life with his wife-to-be.

Moments later, the bride sat beside her partner on the pair of golden chairs. Adorned with an exquisite baju kebaya and a myriad of jewelry, she looked ready for the event, with the elegance and looks of a queen.

The groom is no slouch either. Dressed in expensive, designer material Baju Melayu, complete with a tengkolok, a Malay headdress for royal males with some lining of jewelry.

Sitting beside his bride, the pair looked like a royal couple just for the moment.

As the handsome pair looked shyly towards the small audience, the imam pronounced the pair man and wife, as the bride's mother sprinkled rose water on them. "Ahmad Danny, and (insert name of Malay girl here) you are pronounced man and wife", echoed the hall.

....................

*wakes up in cold sweat*

I gasp on my double-decker bed as my heart beat rapidly like after a 10km marathon. I could hear its "BOOM" "BOOM" in the cold stillness of the night accompanied by the ceiling fan's spinning blades.

It was a nightmare.

~~This was written promptly after a week's absence of Internet and weird lingering thoughts that I just can't seem to get down~~

I couldn't find the appropriate abbreviation for what I am suggesting in my blog at the moment, and this is the best I could think of to appropriately verbally assassinate my college. 

I know, lame. Just like my college in spreading information. It has always been their pride their reason to live and breathe. And they accomplish it with all the incompetent life-forms they call their "men and women of the Multimedia College". Glad I am not part of them. Useless I may be, I haven't hit the bottom yet. But them, may have already hit the bottom of their usefulness. Or maybe they are still traveling downwards looking for an end. "Bottomless Pit" springs to mind.

Right, I am still not done in illustrating my college's sheer, stained, grimy reputation. Let's save it for another time.

I am going to point out one, only ONE of my college's virtues. Spreading information. That is what the brief introductory paragraph up there is all about. 

My college, infamously known for its driving gullible people to its grounds. What they told us:

1. Good knowledge, taught by excellent lecturers.

2. Accommodation provided, within the hostel grounds with 24-hour security.

3. Get the chance to socialize with people of different ethnicities.

4. Wireless Internet provided upon registration.

5. Water, laundry services provided for students.

And what they gave:

1. Minimum to basic knowledge, taught by many half-baked lecturers who can't differentiate between A or B.

2. Double bedded military issue hostel room, with common bathroom and an elevator which seems to break down every few days. Security? My room was broke into and nothing was done about it.

3. Different ethnicities? 95% of the "ethnicities" are Malays. Rest are divided between Indians (4.5%), Chinese (0.37%) and "dan lain lain" (0.13%)

4. Wireless Internet wasn't available until about a year after I entered the college. After registering, I got the username and password 3 months after that.

5. Water services by a water cooler or a mineral water dispenser (you know, the one you put 20 sen and then put your bottle underneath it). The water from the water cooler made me fever for 3 days straight. Laundry? The washing machine provided always breaks down one way or another.

 

Look at the wonderful misinformation they give out to attract students from all over the country. It is like looking at a pretty girl far away and when you go to chat, only to find out she has f***ing stinking breath.

Wait for part 2. I haven't gotten to the good part yet. I need to formulate the perfect array of words to signify my "love" for this "institute". And it is related to my title's abbreviation (MUET).

Stay tuned.

With(out) love and respect,

Dan Ee

I gotta get this out before my head gives me another run of fear. 

Its amazing when you see people get over their fears.. amazing really. Heights, bugs, ghosts, darkness, or anything that is tagged with a -phobia behind the said object.

But now, something is a-nagging at my throat besides my cough.. and it is the fear of getting hitched. 

No I am not joking around here. Of course, being hitched, or at least getting laid is fun in many ways because its only temporary. Marriage? A damn sentence. Like the mandatory ones they impose in courts. A fate worse than death.

Not done yet. You know what's worse than that? Someone else planning it for you. Its like you got the chance to see into your future and all you saw was how you kicked the bucket.

Something happened made me wrote this.

Fear scuttles through my neurons again like a lost cockroach..

Dan Ee

Sometimes as I sit here when I write this.. 

Do I really have to blog daily? Keep a post for a day? I don't know about it.

As I sit in my cozy room, air-conditioner sweeping the room with its cool, dry breeze, which I know going to add some numbers to the electric bill, as I switched my light, the PS3, my speakers and my laptop too.

My speakers are currently blasting out some good German music.. metal types. 

Ahhh... bored actually. Just writing to waste my time a little bit and to wait for my download to finish..a movie actually. Wait lemme check it...

S**t.

It stopped midway. Oh well..... **Darn it**

Nope, still cruising through my Facebook.. pretty much answering dumb quizzes and getting even dumber results. For starters:

1. Are you a Good Boyfriend-->  I'm pretty nice and I am clueless. (the hell???)

2. What video game character are you?--> Altair (Assassin's Creed a.k.a PS3 game)

3. Who is your celebrity girlfriend?--> Lindsay Lohan (I wouldn't mind her.. if she's not a lesbian.. but then again..)

Yeah, I see the smirk on your faces you perverts xD

There. What choice do I have? Games? On my computer?? ..................... Moving on...................

And then.. with Najib being the PM today. It is going to be a nightmarish few years for us, the rakyat before we knock him off from his cozy seat in Putrajaya. Sad thing, for all of us Malaysians. The ones who wish him congratulations maybe are the ones that are paid, forced to or maybe just plain honest. I am more towards the being paid part.

Look at this. Although, don't think the Nazi swastika's making them look bad. They both are making the Nazi LOOK bad. =D

I pretty much made some of my points here clear, if not fuzzy. 

See you again.

Out.

Hello again.

Yeah, pretty long absence me thinks.. wait it is LONG.

*sigh*

Never mind, i try to take things slowly.. maybe that's why everything's around me including my life is S-L-O-W.

I can proceed to degrade and humiliate myself further but.. that's for another time.

Speaking of which.. blogging is sort a way of improving my language.. my command in it. In this case English. Bahasa Melayu well.. I tend to ignore it as I speak it, I read it and I passed it in my SPM so I couldn't give two shits about that language NOW. As for the other languages like Chinese and German.. well.. I am not a true master. Hell, I stutter when I speak them!

Enough of this, 

I'm sleepy *yawns* and it is late.