“Holly”day…

I’m off for week..

So I leave with a warm wish of “Selamat Hari Raya”

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My Old Skool Stories

Actually I’m as free as a blue sky this week…all test done, all the assignment, project…just counting days to raya…and of course a lil’ efford haunting for Lailatul Qadr…Thanks to cik puan Ixora, you’ve given some job for my fingers to dance to… and I should thank you for that..

O.K. here’s my answer to your tag…

3 bad habits when you were in your school days

• I wake up damn late almost everyday and very often kantoi my Subuh prayer…Yes, yes that is a long time ago…now I’m getting better. Scene of me arguing with my mum is almost unavoidable…EVERYDAY
• I never finished my homework…of course not all, but most of it…I still remember what my teacher used to said to my dad during Hari Terbuka. “This boy is very lazy”…HELL…How can you said that to a lil kid, Miss C*** (She’s my english teacher cum class teacher)
• During my primary school days, my teacher appointed me as a prefect…and he’s/she’s making a very bad decision…How do you expect people who couldn’t even comb his own hair (during that day ok) to take care of other…I end up being the most lousiest “chargeman” ever produced by the school, What a flop…haha…YES!! that’s a record

3 of your favorite subjects.. why?

• Pendidikan Jasmani?? can we consider that as a subject??…x kisah la…This is the time that my brain works at its relax state…no need for much thinking just kicak the damn ball…yes I played football during PJK for almost the entire life as a student…mcm x de game lain je…
• Mathematics n Add Math…Why???…Don’t know why i love Mathematichs up till now…Being a nerd you’ve got to be good in Mathematichs Isn’t it??
• Pendidikan Islam…cuz its a nature ok…you should like anything about islam when you’re Muslim rite??..
• Plus another one…Physics cuz the teacher loves to call me Ustaz cuz I’m the only boy in the class wearing a sogkok. Still remember his name, Cikgu  Zabidi. He loves B and D cuz it’s in his name…Sorry terlebih satu..

3 subjects that you dislike.. why?

• Pendidikan Muzik…During primary school of course…I’ll try my best to avoid this class as much as I could…this is when all those sakit perut, sakit mulut, sakit kepala started to come…yes, just another excuse…and I don’t like the teacher as well..
• History…cuz it kills me…especially a two hours class…all those setan-setan and co. started to swing across my eyes dragging, pinching, stabbing, blowing me eyes so it could get close…easier said, BORING…
• English…Yes this is why, now I’m terhegeh-hegeh trying to write in English…

Interesting About Me…

• I’m a quiet shy boy, do you consider that as interesting…well for me, yes…susah oo nk cari jejaka pemalu as me nowadays…ehehe…I don’t mix around very well..Yeah they call me choosy, I don’t care that’s just me…and ohh…i love blushing as well, but at my ears la…more like a blood rushing rather than blushing :p.

I used to love…

• Listening to radio…HITZ.fm specifically…24 7, all day long until my radio goes terbakar and the enthusiasm stops there…haha. I wake up to the voice of JJ and Rudy and I slept to the voice of Serina C/Shell/Phat Babes I forgot already…

I couldn’t live without…

• Maybe you’re expecting things here…but my answer would be mum and dad..I couldn’t live without them…My whole school life was a mess and they’re the one who’s making it better…C’mon scholl days…

Who did you call before you sleep at night?

• If you’re talking about school days, then my answer would be no one…I live with my parent all the time..yes, never been to asrama and all that until Matriculation. If now maybe my mum but not everyday la…

3 person you’ll gonna tag :

• Myself
• Myself
• Myself…

OK done….feeeeuuhhh….It’s been a long time since I write this long….

I Hate Presentation!!

I hate standing in front of the class, I hate talking in front of the class, I hate being the center of attention, I Hate Presentation!!

Yes, I hate it so much that I’ll try to avoid it as much as I could. I have been doing presentation a lot of time for the past 22 years of my life especially during this 3 years University life…Almost everything you do, you need to present it to your lecturer…

What is this symptoms?…I’m having it for the past few years…errr…many years to be exact. I’ll feel confident at the very beginning but as the speech goes by….huhu…I can feel it coming…My ears started to heated and turning red, my language started to tonggang terbalik and worse case scenario, I flop…most of the time…

Is that a sign that you’re infected by some kind of disease? virus? or maybe a sudden struck which occurs without your control? Nope…I’ve asked a few doctors before and they don’t even know how to cure it…(Not!!). Okay I’m lying…The Doctor will asked me to fuck off!! for such question….

Maybe I’m just too nervous and I just can’t help of thinking what will people say, will they laugh at me, are they pretending, …I’m unable to control this feeling…Shy is just another thing…

All this while, my writing language has become much more fluent than the words coming out of my mouth…That is really a problem cuz I don’t want to end up talking to the computer forever

If there’s a cure for this kind of symptoms, I wouldn’t mind spending each and every single penny for it…

Happy Birthday Emak…

Even though there’s no slightest chances of you to came across my page…I still want to wish a happy belated birthday to my mum…

This year is going to be her 47th…Thank you so much for spending almost 22 years of your life taking care of me, your naughty son…Yet I know you love me so much and you never had to doubt my love for you emak…

I’m very sorry for not be able to come home to celebrate with you…Hope a few minutes call will let me forgiven…Long live emak..

Semoga panjang umur & murah rezeki…Keep on praying for my success…

Allah selamatkan kamu…Allah selamatkan kamu…I love you sooo soo much!!

My tribute to…

…women called Mum, sisters, girl-friends, granny,and all she, her, girl around world,

I saw some girl or should i call a women…xkisah la…walking to the mosque…They look tired with all their telekung and a bag…I’m thinking of stopping by…give a lift….Just can’t…I’m a boy and they’re girl….What will people say…

This question came across my mind…Why do god gives women a lot of hardship…I know I wasn’t suppose to come out with such statement but I’m just saying it from my idiotic point of view…

Perception??…Man tougher than women? Men better than women….Really??…Okay let see…

1. Why do women pregnant??…why don’t god give the pregnancy to so called “stronger” man instead of “weak” women?? Can man actually stand it…9 month carrying someone on their stomach…I’m absolutely sure no men in this world including superman can do that…
2. Hijjab??….yes it is a lil’ bit hot…That’s why god asked you women to wear it…because man just cannot bear with it…see whose the tougher one now…So women god loves you…They don’t want your body to be exposed cheaply to just any guy…So, please I’m begging you…Jaga aurat anda

To all women womens out there…never regret of being a women…cuz, you’re indeed a very special creations of god…

p/s: Tomorrow is my mums birthday….what a perfect timing!!

My name is Yusrie…

My name is Ahmad Yusrie Bin Sabri as stated in my identification card….A malaysian citizen…full time Muslim, part time student…Ok back to the topic….’Ahmad Yusrie’ is an arabic words which brings the meaning of:

Ahmad: Most highly adored, or most praised (yang terpuji)

Yusrie: My Convenience (Kesenanganku)

See…i have a very wonderful name..Thanks to my mum and dad….I really do love this name and I can’t think of myself live life with some other name…

However, among my friend (close friends), I often called Yus or sometimes Pak Yus (don’t know where this came from). In much official manner, I’m comfortable with just Yusrie.

Yus  pronounced quite similar to ‘youth’…This is the secret behind my youthful, under aged looks (ha-ha) …Because everyone is praying for me…(my about section)

On the other hand it also has resemblance with the word ‘use’ (more likely)…Reason why i always being used by others…People loves to take advantages over my naivety…

That is all my crap for now…Stay tune for more crap to come

p/s: if you think this post is kinda syok sendiri….well, yes it is…

In mY dReams…

I had this weird, funny, dreams yesterday’s yesterday night…I’m proposing a girl??…How ridiculous was that??… I can’t remember when the last time i’m getting involved in this love thingy…I can’t remember who that girl was…tapi, someone unlikely la…ahaha..

Here’s how it start,…I came to “this” girl’s house…you know with a ring, sket ayat2 cinta (terbaik dari ladang)….What makes it nonsense is the fact that i’m doing it all by myself??….Without a slightest hesitation what so ever….CREEPY!!

Here comes the funny part…My father-in-law-to-be started asking me…”Where’s the sausage?? and the boiling oil??”…What was that…And the virtual dreaming version of me just leave without asking furter, without any sense of weirdness I started looking for sausage…Then i go back….aduuhhh i forgot to bring the damn sausage….Arghhhh back home again… selongkar peti sejuk looking for a sausage…there you go…I found a freezing solid sausage in the freezer…

But when i return to the girl’s house…Her father already merajuk la plak… and i was like crying….pujuk him like i want it soooo much….Untill…”Yus bangun 5.30 dah..kang x sempat sahur!!”…That was my mum calling me for sahur…snapp!!…..I wake up smiling half laughing to the dream i just had…uhuhu

S.O.B. this is like the funnies, weirdst dream i’ve ever had and i kept on wondering till now…Why sausage??

p/s:Sorry if the sausage pic. disrupt you esp. during this fasting month….