Nazri My Sight

let me start the irony with money

i get the money, kind a lot. save also, a lot. and ironically, spend a lot.

me and sabau always face this thing last time. when we get the money from our sponsor, two things will happen. our pc will show it’s own problem and then require a new fix/upgrade. i never fail to upgrade my pc when the money came in, not because it’s my habit to upgrade, but there’s problem with the pc which NEED it to upgrade a bit. i didnt mean upgrade 1k-2k, i just mean like upgrade harddisk for this trimester, next trimester have to upgrade graphic card, next trimester have to upgrade power supply and so on.

yesterday i receive the paycheck from client. know what? i lost my motorcycle key. not jehuty, but my father’s motorcycle. it’s just modenas kriss. IRONICALLY, the amount of the paycheck received is enough to buy a new motorcycle.

i can’t help so stress came in my head, to add more, yesterday i was travelling from KL -> Cyber -> KL again using ERL. since i’m still unwell, i took ERL. came into the office for just less than 1 hour and realize the key was gone. i check the office, satisfied, then going back again to KL with high level of tense. called sabau to secure my motorcycle because the key with roadtax, so people can easily steal the motorcycle.

then i arrive and see the motorcycle still there. called my parents and told the situation. they told me to do a police report. i didn’t hate police but i do hate reporting.  especially when you report and they start lecturing.. bla bla bla.. i do resist to do a police report and told my parents to wait 2 days then make police report because i already make a report to ERL.

then i bought another padlock to ensure if someone finds the key, he/she didn’t able to steal it. because they didnt have that padlock key. after that, doing my evening prayers there and proceed to police hut ( pondok polis ), to do the thing i hate the most. the report.

wait for around 10 minutes. no one’s there. then there’s someone. so i met her and tell my story. then she ask

policewomen: motorcycle right? what plate number
me: – - -[ numbers ]
policewomen: here you go, please take good care of your item after this
me: thank God. thank you so much

then i told my parents. of course, another lecture :p the second irony.so hate to do a police report, yet find the key when i did.

but then think again, that person who return the key to the police hut was kind enough. he/she can steal the motorcycle if they want. because it’s already have all the lock, the roadtax, even with the plate number stated on the road tax. but then, they didn’t.

looks like malaysia, maybe still a safe country perhaps. i pray that whoever returns this key, will have a peaceful and blissful life.

bukan lagi ura-ura. bukan lagi bantahan kosong yang dilaungkan. tetapi kerajaan telah mengambil tindakan dan juga menetapkan dasar dan peraturan bagi artis luar negara untuk membuat persembahan. jadinya konsert avril lavigne dibatalkan.

aku bukannye beli tiket pun. dengar lagu je tp concert not my type. kalo orkestra kat dewan filharmonik petronas tu ade terasa nak gi tapi takat ni, macam takde teman je hahaha.. sangap la kalo pergi sorang kan.

okeh berikut adelah sebab konsert dibatalkan

The Arts, Culture and Heritage Ministry said it had decided not to permit Lavigne’s show because it was unsuitable to Malaysian culture and could not be held on Aug. 29, two days ahead of independence day.

“It is not timely. It’s not in the good spirit of our National Day. If we go ahead with the concert, it is contrary to what we are preparing for,” said Shukran Ibrahim, a senior official from the culture ministry’s department that vets all foreign artists.

apepun, beliau bukan ban avdril, tapi lebih kepada tak kena pada masa. sebabnya

The show’s promoter, Galaxy Group, can request a new date for the concert, which will be considered by the ministry, Shukran said. Galaxy officials couldn’t be immediately reached for comment.

Galaxy began advertising the Grammy-nominated rock singer’s concert this month even though it had yet to obtain a government permit, which is mandatory for all foreign music shows. It said Monday about half the concert tickets had been sold.

dan ini dasar yang ditetapkan kerajaan

Malaysia requires all performers to wear clothes without obscene or drug-related images and be covered from the chest to the knees. They must also refrain from jumping, shouting, hugging and kissing on stage.

so mungkin lepas merdeka kot. bila jiwa anak-anak muda dah merdeka baru buat konsert.

personal opinion: duk rumah makan, minum, tidur, twittering lagi best.

sumber berita, AP

UPDATE : Konsert ni diluluskan.

if you’ve been following my twitter or my YM status, you’ll discover that i always said ‘Mobile Office’. Today, it’s the 18th.

I do have office, but it’s there on a far far away in Cyberjaya, Malaysia. Going mobile is our solution, although here in Malaysia, it’s not the trend. People even ask “You didn’t have an office?”. Come on dude, be free. Be totally free. So here are the essential tools and also, tips if you’re planning to go mobile.

Tools

so here i have is my laptop bag and handphone. I’m using Golla Backpack, which is nice when walking, but a pain when riding a motorcycle with it. Because, it doesn’t have a back-rest padding. It has 3 compartments but before i proceed with compartments, why Anne, my handphone was there?

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this story happens last week on wednesday night and thursday morning.

last week’s wednesday, i came home pretty late with things stuffed about projects. upon arriving at my home, i saw a pile of papers that need to be circulated in my residence. my residence called kampung tengah in ampang. kampung = village. my father is a village secretary so it’s been a job for us, me and my brother, to send the papers to all resident in the village.

again when i was a pile of that papers, i said “okay who will be distributing this papers ?” took a hot shower and then fall asleep.

and i dream of my mom asking me to distribute those papers and paste the paper on THE TOILET DOOR OF EACH HOUSE. i was. WT… and even said in a hard voice that i have to work this morning with sabau and then going here and there and bla bla bla.

and i wake up for dawn prayer, and freak out of the dream. why? because i just like screaming to my mom and in Islam, you can’t say a harsh words towards your parents. so i rush to the living room where the pile of paper was there tonight, and it was gone,

so did i really become angry towards my mom and she ask my younger brother to do it?

my mom laugh when i told her this story during breakfast. she was telling that I’m just getting older since realizing the task that always i did and planned about it beforehand.but the fact that i have to paste the paper on the toilet door of each house is most hilarious. just like P Ramlee movie.

getting old means getting serious, and i’m not good at getting serious…. yet

i’ve been offline from the online world for about 3 days since thursday.

because on 1550, thursday, 14th august, malaysia time, my grandmother passed awaybecause of… sakit tua.

if you remember or ever read, she’s the one i take care of for… 3 days last year

my heart’s cry, but this eye won’t. seriously, this eye won’t. i’m gonna miss her ketupat during raya, her ketupat nasi with just kicap bilal/tamin, and gonna miss her caring and love towards me.

Al-Fatihah.