good ol' times

we never seem to get bored of our repeated jokes. here are just a few to share.

1) Ciplak (plagiarism)
our malay teacher told us to do a malay composition based on any title we liked. it was for the school's malay magazine. a few of us went to the internet and copied wholesale a couple of short stories. when the due date came, this was what happened:
teacher: "SIAPA DI SINI CIPLAK KARANGAN DIA?!"
azpar and xarid owned up: "yer cikgu kite amik dari internet."
teacher: "ANNUR(some girl in class), INI KARANGAN AWAK KE?!"
annur: "yer cikgu saya yang tulis."
teacher: "ABEH KENAPE ADE 'BISA' DALAM KARANGAN AWAK?!"

anyway she's bloody stupid to just copy and paste blindly without even reading it through once.

2) Stones
azpar and i were supposed to go home together. but he got caught up with something so i waited for him at one of the benches in school. there were many stones around where i was sittingand azpar's bag was with me. so i decided to take a few and put it in his bag. he came back and then we went home. this was what happened the next morning in malay class, which was our first lesson of the day:

azpar, while opening his bag, "EH APE NI ADE BATU DLM BAG AKU???"
i was sitting beside him, "kau tak pack bag kau?????"

it's amazing how he can carry his bag filled with stones home, and then back to school again the next day.

3) the Prophecy
this is my favourite story of all time. it was malay class, AGAIN. the teacher was in a bad mood. one of my friends pissed her off and she said: "TIADA MAAF BAGI MU!"

azpar, trying to be clever, said "cikgu, sedangkan nabi maafkan umat nye."
with her thunderous voice the teacher roared "APE NABI-NABI?!!!! INI BUKAN SOAL NABI!"

that was just absolute suicide.

our glory days

money no enough

apjal, azpar singh sanga li ah cai richard, fred farid

we are the 2009 Youth Entreprenuers of the Year. HUAT AH!

kiasu

my Undisclosed Desires

the last time Muse came, we were late and tried to cut queue only to be turned away by security, Esdy nearly lost one side of his Zara slippers and we left Fort Canning Park happy and sweaty.

this time round i'm going to camp at the indoor stadium the night before the concert.

crash and burn

Tattoo Halal

Sedap.

CYCLOPS

i just couldn't resist.

employment

the last time i worked with another fellow KGB was two years ago when we went to tuas to do some packing job for sarjen azpar's father's company because we were broke after going clubbing to MOS the night before. this time i round i spent my whole weekend with noxanned xarid din at this warehouse near changi prison to do stock taking for some PVC pipes and fittings company because i was broke after buying DJ Hero and Crocs. working with someone you know very well definitely makes seeing all the pipes and fittings more bearable. the $200 i earned over the past two days will probably disappear soon since the oakley jupiter is screaming into my ear to take them home. i need to find earplugs.

dj hero

my new toy

let's go for a spin

because after so much practise on guitar hero only to lose anugerah band 09, i've decided it's time to shift focus to disc jockeying instead. since the set for this year's zoukout is already confirmed, i'll just wait for next year's to have a shot at performing at the main stage.

mau race kapa?

any motorist wanna race me? khatib mrt - yishun mrt. 1.6L cars and Class 2B vehicles and below only.

by the way, the bicycle that the dude's riding in the video costs as much as 5 of sarjen azpar singh sanga's motorbike. no kidding. anyway azfar's off to taiwan for three weeks and he will be sorely missed. 1 less guy to eat prata and drink teh tarik with. wishing him a safe and enjoyable trip. i know he will be reading this because he will be going online to play mafia wars.