Argh, fish man. Damn fisherman. All i did was to forgot to bring my PE shirt. At least i DID wear a house shirt. Still that damn fisherman not only scold me, he put me on make up! Now i got like, wad, 4 makeups to do???
Chicken. Raser cm sipot. Kalo dipikirkan, aku tk bersalah sipot. Abeh si lahabao tu tk caya.
"Oh, my problem ar?"
Fish you lar. As a wud be pilot, i dun deserve dat comment.
I'll make sure im in the pilot wings, get a god damned F-15, fly right above the track and whamp!! hit him right in that blessed messenger's holy ass *cannot find a word to replace that word, heck lar*
Dah langgar dier pastu bukak afterburners buat daging babi out of him.
Sipot nyer cikgu. Haish.
Anyways, I was nearly late just now. Ran at top speed, i suppose it was near mark 2! Shit! I got into the gate, and just let the malay guard left his hands there in air which was supposedly a well shaking of hands. And speed in, and i nearly fall on my head cuz i suddenly felt damn dizzy. Fish!
Nasib baik gua sampai dlm masa yg teramat crucial tu. I hate today.
I need coffee. 12 cans??
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
Planes, dropping from the sky...
I've got good news.
I passed my CPTS test, the pilot test lah. Chey, never had the right order of mind to see myself as a potential pilot.
Anyways, more good news.
I received a call from the CMPB SAF career centre regarding this thing. I was put under a special programme under the RSAF, for the near-perfect scores in the test. They say, they'll give me more details later on, but first i must clear my interview.
HOW GREAT IS THAT!!!!???!!!
Talk about planes dropping from the sky...
Anyways, even if i got in, i wun put in much hope inta it cuz i learnt (and also wad my mum is always in constant bickering about) that u musnt put too much hope on something, nanti kater org 'hampeh' kan tk begitu?
Takpleah, tapi the thought of this..
"Eh, how are you brother? Long time no see, where are you now are? Teacher? Economist?"
"No lah, i fly."
Hahaha, nice reply man. Abg aku doctor, aku pilot, tk gerek ke gitu?? Best sae kalo cenggini.
And i realli like flying. In fact, once they announce my interview, i'll do alot of research on RSAF and stuff liddat. Razor's helping me. Read the book he showed to me bout the RSAF in 35 years. Goodness me. Those apaches realli look cute (Wad do you call me now? Not gay, no no.. hmm..)
Btw, most of my fam members are not doing well now, some sicklar, apelah. I hope they are ok..
I hate this blogger thing. I DID updated my last entry, it was like a 45 inches of parchment lar! Waste time sia, pastu tkbleh post, den lost all the shit. Grr..!
Im putting up the old song Evergreen back on the blog. Somehow i've been getting weird dreams of you. Makes me realli missing you.
I forgot to mention, didja read up on the current news of Africa? God, now the media's cracking up reports bout them, i have the feeling that i may be using those as facts for my GP prelims.
40 more days to Alevel.. muahahahaha..
Dad's gonna kill me for this. I must make sure i study harder, for the glory, the love and pride.
Hazlami never loses his pride. Period. *evil grin*
I passed my CPTS test, the pilot test lah. Chey, never had the right order of mind to see myself as a potential pilot.
Anyways, more good news.
I received a call from the CMPB SAF career centre regarding this thing. I was put under a special programme under the RSAF, for the near-perfect scores in the test. They say, they'll give me more details later on, but first i must clear my interview.
HOW GREAT IS THAT!!!!???!!!
Talk about planes dropping from the sky...
Anyways, even if i got in, i wun put in much hope inta it cuz i learnt (and also wad my mum is always in constant bickering about) that u musnt put too much hope on something, nanti kater org 'hampeh' kan tk begitu?
Takpleah, tapi the thought of this..
"Eh, how are you brother? Long time no see, where are you now are? Teacher? Economist?"
"No lah, i fly."
Hahaha, nice reply man. Abg aku doctor, aku pilot, tk gerek ke gitu?? Best sae kalo cenggini.
And i realli like flying. In fact, once they announce my interview, i'll do alot of research on RSAF and stuff liddat. Razor's helping me. Read the book he showed to me bout the RSAF in 35 years. Goodness me. Those apaches realli look cute (Wad do you call me now? Not gay, no no.. hmm..)
Btw, most of my fam members are not doing well now, some sicklar, apelah. I hope they are ok..
I hate this blogger thing. I DID updated my last entry, it was like a 45 inches of parchment lar! Waste time sia, pastu tkbleh post, den lost all the shit. Grr..!
Im putting up the old song Evergreen back on the blog. Somehow i've been getting weird dreams of you. Makes me realli missing you.
I forgot to mention, didja read up on the current news of Africa? God, now the media's cracking up reports bout them, i have the feeling that i may be using those as facts for my GP prelims.
40 more days to Alevel.. muahahahaha..
Dad's gonna kill me for this. I must make sure i study harder, for the glory, the love and pride.
Hazlami never loses his pride. Period. *evil grin*
Planes, dropping from the sky...
I've got good news.
I passed my CPTS test, the pilot test lah. Chey, never had the right order of mind to see myself as a potential pilot.
Anyways, more good news.
I received a call from the CMPB SAF career centre regarding this thing. I was put under a special programme under the RSAF, for the near-perfect scores in the test. They say, they'll give me more details later on, but first i must clear my interview.
HOW GREAT IS THAT!!!!???!!!
Talk about planes dropping from the sky...
Anyways, even if i got in, i wun put in much hope inta it cuz i learnt (and also wad my mum is always in constant bickering about) that u musnt put too much hope on something, nanti kater org 'hampeh' kan tk begitu?
Takpleah, tapi the thought of this..
"Eh, how are you brother? Long time no see, where are you now are? Teacher? Economist?"
"No lah, i fly."
Hahaha, nice reply man. Abg aku doctor, aku pilot, tk gerek ke gitu?? Best sae kalo cenggini.
And i realli like flying. In fact, once they announce my interview, i'll do alot of research on RSAF and stuff liddat. Razor's helping me. Read the book he showed to me bout the RSAF in 35 years. Goodness me. Those apaches realli look cute (Wad do you call me now? Not gay, no no.. hmm..)
Btw, most of my fam members are not doing well now, some sicklar, apelah. I hope they are ok..
I hate this blogger thing. I DID updated my last entry, it was like a 45 inches of parchment lar! Waste time sia, pastu tkbleh post, den lost all the shit. Grr..!
Im putting up the old song Evergreen back on the blog. Somehow i've been getting weird dreams of you. Makes me realli missing you.
I forgot to mention, didja read up on the current news of Africa? God, now the media's cracking up reports bout them, i have the feeling that i may be using those as facts for my GP prelims.
40 more days to Alevel.. muahahahaha..
Dad's gonna kill me for this. I must make sure i study harder, for the glory, the love and pride.
Hazlami never loses his pride. Period. *evil grin*
I passed my CPTS test, the pilot test lah. Chey, never had the right order of mind to see myself as a potential pilot.
Anyways, more good news.
I received a call from the CMPB SAF career centre regarding this thing. I was put under a special programme under the RSAF, for the near-perfect scores in the test. They say, they'll give me more details later on, but first i must clear my interview.
HOW GREAT IS THAT!!!!???!!!
Talk about planes dropping from the sky...
Anyways, even if i got in, i wun put in much hope inta it cuz i learnt (and also wad my mum is always in constant bickering about) that u musnt put too much hope on something, nanti kater org 'hampeh' kan tk begitu?
Takpleah, tapi the thought of this..
"Eh, how are you brother? Long time no see, where are you now are? Teacher? Economist?"
"No lah, i fly."
Hahaha, nice reply man. Abg aku doctor, aku pilot, tk gerek ke gitu?? Best sae kalo cenggini.
And i realli like flying. In fact, once they announce my interview, i'll do alot of research on RSAF and stuff liddat. Razor's helping me. Read the book he showed to me bout the RSAF in 35 years. Goodness me. Those apaches realli look cute (Wad do you call me now? Not gay, no no.. hmm..)
Btw, most of my fam members are not doing well now, some sicklar, apelah. I hope they are ok..
I hate this blogger thing. I DID updated my last entry, it was like a 45 inches of parchment lar! Waste time sia, pastu tkbleh post, den lost all the shit. Grr..!
Im putting up the old song Evergreen back on the blog. Somehow i've been getting weird dreams of you. Makes me realli missing you.
I forgot to mention, didja read up on the current news of Africa? God, now the media's cracking up reports bout them, i have the feeling that i may be using those as facts for my GP prelims.
40 more days to Alevel.. muahahahaha..
Dad's gonna kill me for this. I must make sure i study harder, for the glory, the love and pride.
Hazlami never loses his pride. Period. *evil grin*
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
I wanna rush to the stars!!
Goodness me. I was practically the most HAPPIEST PERSON ON THE ENTIRE PENINSULAR.
I was among the birdies in the sky. And thx to Razor (Salihin), I am in need. Of. Speed. Muahahaha.
I was astonished by the way they flew, and how merciful are we to them on the ground.
The nightview was even better, there were supernovas cracking the night slumber over two areas, the Padang and the Marina South carnival, and from the secret place *hush hush*, we get to see both!! How cool is that!
Im in love, im love, with PLANES!!
And to think that my flight test is on 15 August, next monday..
I hope i can pass that test. I wanna be a pilot.
Well, back to earth again. I saw drops of 'jupiter' early morning last night. Thx for the watch, missy. I love it really much. Hope we can meet each other someday. Im actually excited, the fact that im happy going out with a CHINESE (im a blardie racists btw muahaha), yg tak cebok dan tk tau mandi hadas (you never wanna noe, hahaha), but then again, she actually has dis, ehem, siti nurhaliza's smile. How wonderful is that. Hahha.
My mum's a pain in the ass now. I think its her time of the month i guess. Been like a battle field at home, imagine the scenario, arguments flared and voices blared over a stupid chocolate milk??? God.
I hv much to say, but i forgot all about them. And you noe wad, Isz anak Sazali tu call me Dr Love. Haha. Dat shows allot. Aloot of crap got lar.
My coms in still a bad shape. I hate it man. Nasib baik my bro's back from the army, and he took mc for two days. So at least got a friend to talk to at home.
My mum told me before she went berserk, that parents are our best friends. To me, thats a whole piece of bullshit.
Parents are parents. If they are called friends, where is the blardie respect for them? The bond is far much closer than any human being, that i must admit, but a friend??? You gotta be kidding me. What i learnt now, is that best friends never do exist. Even if they do, they are being bullshit themselves. In life, we can never fully put trust and love together on the same line. I got basted, not once, but twice. SO its enuf for me to make this conclusion. In life, the only person you can trust is God. Not even yourself. As a human being, we have our own flaws. SO why must we bear the pain over trust when it is ourselves to be blame. Moral of the story?
Best buddys are true friends who you cannot out trust to them, but no matter wad, they put up with it and make the best you out of it. Especially they make you smile.
Listen there, folks. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS BEST FRIENDS. Close freinds are called best buddies, or good friends. Parents are parents. Brothers are brothers. But no such thing as best friends. Because, in the end, they will end it by saying, "Sometimes i just feel that the ways of which you help me is ineffective."
Period.
Never put your trust on the line. It will end up in your ass the next day.
I was among the birdies in the sky. And thx to Razor (Salihin), I am in need. Of. Speed. Muahahaha.
I was astonished by the way they flew, and how merciful are we to them on the ground.
The nightview was even better, there were supernovas cracking the night slumber over two areas, the Padang and the Marina South carnival, and from the secret place *hush hush*, we get to see both!! How cool is that!
Im in love, im love, with PLANES!!
And to think that my flight test is on 15 August, next monday..
I hope i can pass that test. I wanna be a pilot.
Well, back to earth again. I saw drops of 'jupiter' early morning last night. Thx for the watch, missy. I love it really much. Hope we can meet each other someday. Im actually excited, the fact that im happy going out with a CHINESE (im a blardie racists btw muahaha), yg tak cebok dan tk tau mandi hadas (you never wanna noe, hahaha), but then again, she actually has dis, ehem, siti nurhaliza's smile. How wonderful is that. Hahha.
My mum's a pain in the ass now. I think its her time of the month i guess. Been like a battle field at home, imagine the scenario, arguments flared and voices blared over a stupid chocolate milk??? God.
I hv much to say, but i forgot all about them. And you noe wad, Isz anak Sazali tu call me Dr Love. Haha. Dat shows allot. Aloot of crap got lar.
My coms in still a bad shape. I hate it man. Nasib baik my bro's back from the army, and he took mc for two days. So at least got a friend to talk to at home.
My mum told me before she went berserk, that parents are our best friends. To me, thats a whole piece of bullshit.
Parents are parents. If they are called friends, where is the blardie respect for them? The bond is far much closer than any human being, that i must admit, but a friend??? You gotta be kidding me. What i learnt now, is that best friends never do exist. Even if they do, they are being bullshit themselves. In life, we can never fully put trust and love together on the same line. I got basted, not once, but twice. SO its enuf for me to make this conclusion. In life, the only person you can trust is God. Not even yourself. As a human being, we have our own flaws. SO why must we bear the pain over trust when it is ourselves to be blame. Moral of the story?
Best buddys are true friends who you cannot out trust to them, but no matter wad, they put up with it and make the best you out of it. Especially they make you smile.
Listen there, folks. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS BEST FRIENDS. Close freinds are called best buddies, or good friends. Parents are parents. Brothers are brothers. But no such thing as best friends. Because, in the end, they will end it by saying, "Sometimes i just feel that the ways of which you help me is ineffective."
Period.
Never put your trust on the line. It will end up in your ass the next day.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Isn't it a frustrating thing when you voiced out your dreams to your mum and you receive soemthing like ,"Tak usah pikir2 jauh, nanti asik tukar2 impian aje," which probably makes you feel disheartened coz the fact that they are YOUR PARENTS and are SUPPOSED to MOTIVATE or ENCOURAGE you?
Long winding question? Let me make it simple.
ARE PARENTS PERFECT EARTHLINGS??
NOt quite true, at least well, for me.
Sometimes i love them, sometimes its the reverse, but no matter what, their flaws in making you happy still prevails. They know who you are or what you are or anything, but the thing is, knowing is nothing compared to the underlaying understanding of what a person feels.
Yes, they do know that whenever im hungry and tired i go 'as crazy as a fish running on dryland'. BUT the question is, do they make it better??
Not generalising here, but frankly speaking, i have parents who do love me but understanding me is the problem. Accepting me is ok. But understanding? Its as though they are TOLERATING with me, not understanding, which really makes the living monster in me go right out of my mouth and eats the living flesh out of people.
What im trying to say to parents out there, its not the ultraego or the status that matter. Is not just love. Or care. Its the understanding part that makes the jigsaw puzzle complete.
I do love them, but please, don't you go and ravish me with stupid ideologies of parents being the 'rightful, trustworthy and true' friend and then, expect me to give every secret from every nook and cranny of my lil brain lar. What's the point of tellijng if you scold first, or if not (sigh), go lecturing me about religious stuff. I NEED ANSWERS, not THINGS THAT I CAN READ FROM THE BOOK!!! And for all you know, im taking my diploma in Islamic Studies wad, so i can read every thing and KNOW it even if you want to let me know.
Sometimes i feel its so dumb. One minute you were passionate of starting a business promoting WAYANG KULIT, and the very next minute, wad i got in return was nothing but smirks or expressions of utter boredom or not-gonna-bother-with-your-crap face. WTH!?!?!
Dreams are meant to be propelled. Man had a dream to step foot on the moon. All they need was a rocket to propel them forwards.
Just like me. Is setting up a WAYANG KULIT company in the European arena an impossible feat??? That was my LIFE TIME dream, do you know that?!
Look at the stats. Im trying to promote malay theatre and fine arts in country's of well aesthetic development here. Wads wrong with that?! You mean, i cannot achieve that coz life itself is short and "all you can do is to tawakal let God decides"??! God decides our fate, but it is us to decide our destiny. Fate not = destiny you know. Fate is what that is been set, like my death, my birth, but destiny? It is the arah or the path where we persevere enough to reach our goals. God is All-Fair you know. He decides who goes to hell or heaven, but it is up to us to choose which or where to go. God neither puts you in hell bcoz of your sins nor puts you in heaven bcoz of your alms. But it is in His REDHA or RAHMAH dat puts you there. Even if you are an infiddle, if He sympathies you, or so, he can put you in heaven and we cannot argue at all. He is ultimately God.
My destiny is to live to the highest achievable peak. To conquer unmarred lands or oceans. That is mine, I choose what my path, God sets my path and guides me there, but ultimately, it is us to choose, fo God is All-Merciful and gives the best to all. And for me, i wanna be a Malay activist, to bring forth my great grandfather's living treasures to places of fine hall. To make people recognize that Malays are a civilization and are civilized, to have their own ethnics and ethics, to have their cultures and values, to have a place amongst many.
We need dreams. We live in dreams. Reality is there, where it is eternity. Here, we are just walking puppets with brains to think, but ultimately, God moves you.
Quote of the day:
To walk with Giants, you need to think like a giant, hear like them, talk like them, and for all you know it, even a miniscule mouse can climb mountains. IBN ZAWAWI
Need to update on my life. Yesterday was sweet, to my fellow excos, thank you, from my deepest hearts, you are what people call friends.
Tmr is the formal ceremony. I must muster strength so that i wun tear. Haha. Cannot wait for this tuesday. I'll soar with the fighters.
Latenights and band practices are driving me nuts. But overall, i have a fun time.
"POK POK POK, BUJANG LAPOK, ADA MANCIS TAK ADA ROKOK, JALAN JAUH TERSENGUK-SENGUK, POKET KOSONG HAI TELOK ABOK"
Renungkanlah kekata2 ini. Biar ia menjadi pedoman buat ramai.
Wsslm.
Long winding question? Let me make it simple.
ARE PARENTS PERFECT EARTHLINGS??
NOt quite true, at least well, for me.
Sometimes i love them, sometimes its the reverse, but no matter what, their flaws in making you happy still prevails. They know who you are or what you are or anything, but the thing is, knowing is nothing compared to the underlaying understanding of what a person feels.
Yes, they do know that whenever im hungry and tired i go 'as crazy as a fish running on dryland'. BUT the question is, do they make it better??
Not generalising here, but frankly speaking, i have parents who do love me but understanding me is the problem. Accepting me is ok. But understanding? Its as though they are TOLERATING with me, not understanding, which really makes the living monster in me go right out of my mouth and eats the living flesh out of people.
What im trying to say to parents out there, its not the ultraego or the status that matter. Is not just love. Or care. Its the understanding part that makes the jigsaw puzzle complete.
I do love them, but please, don't you go and ravish me with stupid ideologies of parents being the 'rightful, trustworthy and true' friend and then, expect me to give every secret from every nook and cranny of my lil brain lar. What's the point of tellijng if you scold first, or if not (sigh), go lecturing me about religious stuff. I NEED ANSWERS, not THINGS THAT I CAN READ FROM THE BOOK!!! And for all you know, im taking my diploma in Islamic Studies wad, so i can read every thing and KNOW it even if you want to let me know.
Sometimes i feel its so dumb. One minute you were passionate of starting a business promoting WAYANG KULIT, and the very next minute, wad i got in return was nothing but smirks or expressions of utter boredom or not-gonna-bother-with-your-crap face. WTH!?!?!
Dreams are meant to be propelled. Man had a dream to step foot on the moon. All they need was a rocket to propel them forwards.
Just like me. Is setting up a WAYANG KULIT company in the European arena an impossible feat??? That was my LIFE TIME dream, do you know that?!
Look at the stats. Im trying to promote malay theatre and fine arts in country's of well aesthetic development here. Wads wrong with that?! You mean, i cannot achieve that coz life itself is short and "all you can do is to tawakal let God decides"??! God decides our fate, but it is us to decide our destiny. Fate not = destiny you know. Fate is what that is been set, like my death, my birth, but destiny? It is the arah or the path where we persevere enough to reach our goals. God is All-Fair you know. He decides who goes to hell or heaven, but it is up to us to choose which or where to go. God neither puts you in hell bcoz of your sins nor puts you in heaven bcoz of your alms. But it is in His REDHA or RAHMAH dat puts you there. Even if you are an infiddle, if He sympathies you, or so, he can put you in heaven and we cannot argue at all. He is ultimately God.
My destiny is to live to the highest achievable peak. To conquer unmarred lands or oceans. That is mine, I choose what my path, God sets my path and guides me there, but ultimately, it is us to choose, fo God is All-Merciful and gives the best to all. And for me, i wanna be a Malay activist, to bring forth my great grandfather's living treasures to places of fine hall. To make people recognize that Malays are a civilization and are civilized, to have their own ethnics and ethics, to have their cultures and values, to have a place amongst many.
We need dreams. We live in dreams. Reality is there, where it is eternity. Here, we are just walking puppets with brains to think, but ultimately, God moves you.
Quote of the day:
To walk with Giants, you need to think like a giant, hear like them, talk like them, and for all you know it, even a miniscule mouse can climb mountains. IBN ZAWAWI
Need to update on my life. Yesterday was sweet, to my fellow excos, thank you, from my deepest hearts, you are what people call friends.
Tmr is the formal ceremony. I must muster strength so that i wun tear. Haha. Cannot wait for this tuesday. I'll soar with the fighters.
Latenights and band practices are driving me nuts. But overall, i have a fun time.
"POK POK POK, BUJANG LAPOK, ADA MANCIS TAK ADA ROKOK, JALAN JAUH TERSENGUK-SENGUK, POKET KOSONG HAI TELOK ABOK"
Renungkanlah kekata2 ini. Biar ia menjadi pedoman buat ramai.
Wsslm.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Im in love... WITH AEROPLANES!!!`
Im starting to wonder how the plane flies now..
Now going to opp clifford pier becomes not a habit, but a nessacity. Oh gosh, im actually in love with airplanes.
TO think that all the little people down on earth are at mercy of your power makes me like a man.
And my good fren Salahin even have the nice lil spot where he and our gang (YFC peeps) gather around and discuss bout airplanes. COOL!!
Not to mention the speed of those lil devils. A pinch of the afterburners can push them twice the speed of sound! how fast is that!?!
310m/s *2 = 620m/s!!
One second puts you 620m infront of others!
Hahaha.. Im going nuts!
GO SINGAPORE!! Well, it makes a simple conclusion to say that i'll be there for the finale during NAtional Day. To tell ya the truth, im not THAT patriotic towards our nation, but i just wanna watch the F-16 flypass, and the fireworks.
Got good plans ahead, anybody wanna join??
Now, all the weekends and hols will be filled with a session of mugging with the Bujang Lapoks. Me, Khairul and Salami (salihin ar, so that im able to differ him with Salahuddin haha). Kiter dah ader plan nak migrate ke QATAR or BAHRAIN to be MIDDLE EAST PILOTS.
I heard the UAE bought special F-16 fighters, the one with auto-wink lock. Cool. I wanna fly those.
Clock 4700hrs and be...
CPT MUHD HAZLAMI IBNU ZAWAWI
Now going to opp clifford pier becomes not a habit, but a nessacity. Oh gosh, im actually in love with airplanes.
TO think that all the little people down on earth are at mercy of your power makes me like a man.
And my good fren Salahin even have the nice lil spot where he and our gang (YFC peeps) gather around and discuss bout airplanes. COOL!!
Not to mention the speed of those lil devils. A pinch of the afterburners can push them twice the speed of sound! how fast is that!?!
310m/s *2 = 620m/s!!
One second puts you 620m infront of others!
Hahaha.. Im going nuts!
GO SINGAPORE!! Well, it makes a simple conclusion to say that i'll be there for the finale during NAtional Day. To tell ya the truth, im not THAT patriotic towards our nation, but i just wanna watch the F-16 flypass, and the fireworks.
Got good plans ahead, anybody wanna join??
Now, all the weekends and hols will be filled with a session of mugging with the Bujang Lapoks. Me, Khairul and Salami (salihin ar, so that im able to differ him with Salahuddin haha). Kiter dah ader plan nak migrate ke QATAR or BAHRAIN to be MIDDLE EAST PILOTS.
I heard the UAE bought special F-16 fighters, the one with auto-wink lock. Cool. I wanna fly those.
Clock 4700hrs and be...
CPT MUHD HAZLAMI IBNU ZAWAWI
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
life goes on
im damn pissed.
Really, i do.
Dahlah balek asek lambat, balek slalu tkde makanan.
I'll tell u more later, got chem tut now.
PS: I love airplanes..! WossssssH!!
Really, i do.
Dahlah balek asek lambat, balek slalu tkde makanan.
I'll tell u more later, got chem tut now.
PS: I love airplanes..! WossssssH!!
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