Have you ever feel that being in your home feels like hell? Like everything pressures you, and your home feels so small that it cripple you between the walls like a pancake?

I do. And I never expected it.

It looks like a freedom is not really a freedom at all. I guess when I’m being at home, I can loiter around, have a real good rest, thinking about what I can do, selecting my job carefully, enhancing my skills in programming so on and so forth.

But the dreams never happened.

On the first day I get into my home, I was being asked whether I have apply for any jobs. Okay fine. I do have one application, which later I went for its interview just to screw it up. Nothing perfect the first time eh?

And the day after, it all went bad and worst. My dad even shove me the jobs ad newspaper to me. Even pressurize me with this statement: “Kalau tanak stadi, gi kerja. Kalau tak kerja, gi stadi”. Omg..

Up until today, the only topic that comes out from his mouth is employment. “Dah dapat kerja?”, “Dah mintak kerja kat xxx, yyy, zzz?”, “Ada dapat interview tak?” yada yada yada. Add your own variation, but it surely revolves around that.

Not that I don’t do anything about it. 20 Jobstreet jobs being clicked, 4 under consideration, 8 in process, 2 unsuccessful, 3 by my own email to companies, 2 interviews. Who say I don’t search for the job?

And just to satisfy my dad, I apply all jobs I can. I mean all of it. Not even a filter, and I know I’ll be in trouble choosing later. Whatever to make you happy, dad.

P/s: My LAMP Project is still under construction. I just get the L done by now, with all the pressure I had.

I got nothing better to do at home; since the home lappy is under my little brother’s control in the morning, I spend my morning and evening in front of the telly (which is, ironically, is under my little sister’s control! duh..). I am in the midst of settling two novels; old;">Agatha Christie’s Postern of Fate (not her best book, I love Poirot series and Marple’s more. The Murder of ABC as an example. Tommy and Tuppence in this series suck big time, but I try to finish this 30 bucks worth of paper anyway) and also old;">Stephen King – Gerald’s Game (given by my honey, she thought it’s a good book, but let’s prove her wrong! . Stephen King always have some scary, slimy, ghost or creatures as an anti-climax of enigma.. which turns me off each time)

Opps, salah tune. I don’t want to talk about books actually, let me review it when I’m done. I actually want to bitch about Akademi Fantasia 5 which was ended actually, but the #15 keep playing the diary and concerts all over again (and currently, that’s what my little sister obsession. Another duhh!!). Hey, if Effi’s can bitch about Friendster, why not me bitching about AF? hahahahah! (this is the result of an infection called “blog hopping plus boredness plus overwatching a tv series”. But first, let me attenuating that I’m not a big fan of it, but its cool to see all the chicks once in a while. hee.

So what about it that I’m so intrigued about?

1) There’s always people who waste their credits cursing the winner of AF in #15.

I’ve seen this phenomena quite a couple of time. Let it be from the time Mawi wins the AF3, up until Mila wins the current season. Whatever..

I mean, even though you keep saying that she’s not the best, she’s not supposed to be a winner, she wins because she cute, her voice sucks, or whatever, she still walks away with the prize worth RM20 K. And those people so generously give their money to ASTRO by submitting those worthless shits of opinion. hahahha! If I am one of the ASTRO board of director, I’ll crack a smile or a grin for those pennies you give us, penises! (or should I say vaginases? ;p).

Its been quite a trend, and I can say, its a different genders after-effect. If a man win the competition, then all women will be all over him, and there will be another man who is cursing. If a woman win the competition, then all men will be all over her, and there will be another woman who is cursing. Intriguing. I can’t help but laughing at the girls “commentator” who says that Mila sucks and not supposed to be a winner. Not that I’m a big fan of Mila or something, but all you bitches bitching at someone who already enjoying her prizes! Losers. hahhaahahahaha!

Moral of the first issues: Don’t bitch about a competition openly on the telly. You’ll be a laughing stock.

2) There’s always someone who thinks the 2nd or 3rd winner deserves better.

This is the continuation of the first issues. Oh whatever, but the 2nd is the first loser. That’s it, take the fact. Don’t bitch about it on the telly.

3) Too much of the competitors were sick

This is somewhat intrigues me. It only happened on this season I guess. I don’t know, maybe thats their way of winning the vote. Vote simpati la katakan. Malays always have an empathy sentiment.

“Oh sian dia.. sakit. Takpe lah.. vote la.. tunggu sampai dia baik..”

Asshole. Weaklings.

Once is okay, maybe accidental, but twice? That’s just a deep bullshit. If you can’t perform, better let him or her out right? No no.. that’s just not Malay. Let’s vote him or her up until he reach the finals.

Whatever. Just to raise another curiosity, those who sick are mainly men. Uiyoh.. so lembik..

Another curiosity, those men who were sick, got into the finals. Ebi? Aswad? Whatever..

Moral of the issues: You can take MC in AF. Join AF then.

4) The competitors are too young!

This is another specific “features” for this specific season. I can take it if they were 20′s and above, but there are also who just finished schools! And majority of it I can say! (at least the one who stands out are the one who is younger) Oh and they were so immature on the telly. So childish.

And these are the peoples that women screaming their name.

Ohhh Dafi you’re so cutee! I’m going to vote you!

Yeah yeah behave women. I know that you all like cute baby and child, but that’s not qualified as a baby you paedo!

I don’t know what Malaysian are turning into, but I hope not turning to be like Japanese; where they are more attracted to those young unfinished scholars singing and dancing and teasing their dicks up in the air.

Duhh I feel like a paedo watching this!

Moral of the issues: Change the lyrics of Eminem – My Band; change the Eminem name to Dafi, and that’s what you like ladies when you screaming wildly while looking at this paedo face. Check what’s the result below.

‘Sup, ladies? My name’s Dafi
I’m one of the singer in AF baby.’
They’re all like,
‘Oh my God it’s him!
Oh my fucking God it’s Dafi, Im!
I swear to fucking God dude, you fucking rock
Please Dafi please, let me suck your cock!’

Gross.

5) Women are always the majority voter because they are the one who have more empathy.

Well this trend never change. We know it. Even though for this season, a woman wins the first place, still, we can see all the sentiments to get all the foolish women to vote. I see this when I see the episode where all the parents are brought over to the stage; and Aswad were sad because his parents are long gone.

I’m not laughing to Aswad for not being able to produce his parents on stage; that’s sad, I know.

But congratulations to ASTRO for being able to play those sentiments of empathy in women to get more votes. Another pocket full that night. What a nice strategy.

Moral of the issues: Be a man. Do the right thing. Watch because you’ve paid the bills (which is actually for watching CSI), but don’t vote. hahahahahaha!!

6) The competitors English sucks!

I don’t know why, but the quality of the competitors, especially when singing the English songs, deteriorate really fast. Aswad cannot even differentiate between “washing” and “watching”.

And I don’t know why, their English class seems not good enough for me.

Moral of the story: Learn how to say the words correctly. Its just important. There’s always a different between saying “puki” and “putty” right?

That’s it people. Enough bitching. It just my own thoughts. old;">old;">old
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This happened in the Worker’s Day public holiday. A day before (31st May 2007), I was home for this long waited holiday; as before that week, I’ve been struggling my ass off to catch up with all my works and assignment that’s due too close.

So what the heck. Let’s skipped the Monday classes (after all, two of my classes was cancelled) and went back home, I thought. I never thought that it would be a horrible experience for me the next day.

It was dark, I guess it was about 6 o’ clock in the morning. I was woke up by noises, which until today, I can’t figured out what. Child screaming maybe? At that time, I thought its my little brother and sister quarelling over something. To my suprise, I saw two black, shadowy figures – man and woman. Nothing much I can do, as I was not sober enough from my so early morning wake. All I can recalled, after seeing those two figures, I was blindfolded. I was gagged.

Darkness in my memory. All that I remembered was I being pushed over into some car, with my hands tied. I can’t scream – my mouth was mute. It just felt like a really long journey, which I dozed off and only being awaked by bumps and holes around the road. It was then that I know its already morning – the sunshine rays slipped from the outside of my blind.

Then I was dragged into a seat – a kind of stiffen sofa maybe. It has it back so hard that I can’t move it to lay aback. That was when I got my blindfold removed. Some women in red skirts or pants. Looks like stewardess. Its the moment that I found out that I was in an aeroplane. The stiffen sofa was actually a three row seats – I got my family besides me. They look ill, and pale. My little brother’s face is whiter than ghost. I just give a look of assurance to play along and reduced his worry.

I’ve never been in an aeroplane. This was my first time. And I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. I was always dreaming that my first experience boarding a plane would be with my love on a way to New Zealand or Las Vegas. My hands was sweating. My pulse was going crazy. I felt so cold – but yet sweats keep going down from my forehead.

The plane moved slowly at first, I thought that it was going into some coordinate or something. The engine roars like a deafening sound of a tiger – too close to my ear. I was praying that we would be alright and living for the next day. Then suddenly, the plane was gaining speed so fast that I felt like I’m out of air!!!

Oh My God!! I was having asphyxiation!

The plane starts to leave the Earth below. From the small windows, I can see that all things become tiny. The God View. It calms me down to see all the green turning small, and being replaced with sweet yellowish rays and clouds. However, my stomach didn’t feel too good; especially when the time the plane suddenly changing its placement from horizontal going into vertical position. I felt like having a turbulance soaring my stomach – I felt wanna puke, but the mouth bound stopped me from doing so.

Okay okay.. back to the storyline!

When the situation was calm again, I started to worry. It’s too many people, so I can’t recognize who were the kidnapper. And I wondered how they manage to get me into public plane without being asked any question.

Not only that, I worried of the location that they wanna take us. I worried about my fate. I didn’t even marry yet!!

Nevertheless, the flight comed to an end. I started feeling the turbulence when the plane’s position started to rewind. From the horizontal position into downward vertical position. Again, a tornado in my stomach violating. Rumbling into my adrenaline. Feeling weak. Feeling lost. Hoping, praying…

Then it happened. The impact of gravity. I was shocked that I almost swallowed the cloth that gagged my mouth. Scary stuff, really. Its not smooth as expected from the telly. Its suck.

Again it shows how many times that telly has been selling lies…

After a few minutes only that I regain my sober. Feeling a little bit dizzy, nausea, and sweats, I realized one fact for a moment – I’ve flied for the first time in my life!!!

And so it goes…

P/s: hehe.. actually I never been kidnapped. I just making things up to spice up the story. Actually, all that I want to tell is how I feel about being in a plane – for the first time in my life!! After 21 years! I’m flyingg~~

lol. Don’t get offended, my dear readers… I know its lame.