The Perfect Day

Different people have different views on many things. Some say that the perfect day is the day where nothing goes wrong. Others will say its the day when what you have been aiming for, a goal, has been achieved. Others, prefer to believe that there's no such thing as the perfect day.

For me though, the perfect day is everyday I spend with her:



I Love You Alia'a...One day, some day, EVERYDAY will be 'The Perfect Day'.

Math!

I got this email and just had to post it. When you dont know the answer, at least make your teacher smile. Or in some cases, think outside the box.

PS: I Love You

Well, I just watched PS: I Love You starring Hillary Swank (Million Dollar Baby) and Gerard Butler (300). I don't want to spoil the movie for you guys so I wont talk about it, just that the best part is when they show the flashback of when they first met...First time a love story actually appealed to me and touched my heart. They did the book justice. Having said that, like most Book-turn-Movies; If you've read the book it wouldn't exactly be a tear-jerker cuz...You already know what's going to happen kot.

The Long Awaited Picture

'Someone has been bugging me wanting to see this picture for months and I finally got around to uploading it...

OK, so here's the story. Working at B.U.M can be a real borefest at times. So, I was sitting at the counter, staring at my watch, waiting for my break...when I saw a blank report form. A report form is basically what we use to calculate what the stock is worth at the end of the month. The paper is pretty huge and I rarely waste my time going anywhere near these things cause it was never my job. Its Nafis' job, he's paid to do so. Anyway, I saw this form sheet and it happened to coincide with one of the numerous times a day I day dream of Alia'a. So I started conteng'ing random sentences that I was going through my mind at the time. I guess I should point out the night before I wrote this, Alia'a and I were having a conversation on whether or not we would last. I should also point out that I do this quite frequently, I will write weird love (also known as corny in Afi's dictionary) letter kind of stuff with Alia'a's name all over it. Then of course, I'd burn it before one of my family members saw it =D (Joke, by the way).

So to all of Alia'a friends who are silently reading my blog but NOT posting comments, which makes me look like an imbecile who writes to himself because every post also '0 comments', feel free to call me corny or what not (Yes, I'm talking to you AFI!) because...I simply don't care. I love my sweetheart, she is constantly in my head and what I write down is what I feel inside, what I feel for her. So you can call this corny, but I'd rather think of it as passion for one's soul mate =)



I swear this isn't my REAL writing. I'd like to say my hand writing is decent...but it really isn't. Just better than this.

The Meaning of "OK"

So I checked the dictionary and these are the 'meanings' I got:

1.Oklahoma (approved esp. for use with zip code).

1.All right; proceeding normally; satisfactory or under control: Things are OK at the moment.

2.Correct, permissible, or acceptable; meeting standards: Is this suit OK to wear to a formal party?

3.Doing well or in good health; managing adequately: She's been OK since the operation.

4.Adequate but unexceptional or unremarkable; tolerable: The job they did was OK, nothing more.

5.Estimable, dependable, or trustworthy; likable: an OK person.

But to 2 psycho, slightly weird, merajuk-holic people that love each other more than anything else in the world-

1 and only 1:
I don't know what to say. This topic is ending which means this conversation is ending too but I don't want to stop talking to you because that's what I wait all day for. So I'll type "OK" as my reply to your text message so I'm not ending the conversation while indirectly asking you to start a new topic for us to text each other about. Why waste my credit to send TWO letters when a text message is usually made up of hundreds of characters? Simple...

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.

Desktop Customization

Ive been spending the past few days customizing my desktop. Here's a peek of what it looks like:
PS: The 'Wing' is a Fly FM Radio so I can finally listen to it, Alia'a!

[Insert Appropriate Title Here (cuz i can't think of one) ]

A lot of things happened since my last post. Most importantly is the return to life of my beloved PC! *hugs casing* All thanks to the great power supply unit that is the Silverstone Strider ST50F 500W. I got it for a bargain RM255 and I even uploaded a video of me unboxing it (I know I'm nerdy).

Unboxing The PSU
PS: Read what's written on the shirt.


Anyway, getting the PSU to work wasnt easy and after finally fixing it and the stupid RAM I could finally run my PC. What makes this fix so great? After entah how many months I can finally listen to my Sonic Gear Evo 7 2.1 speakers! Its amazing how 'bright' my room is at night and I wanted you guys to see how it looks so I uploaded another video =) There are some still pictures too during the day.

View this gallery (Alia'a...look!):
I would recommend this link so you can read my comments on each picture but...
If your PC is slow you can use this link.

My PC At Night


Look at this picture:


Why am I telling you to look at it? Because some people think I have spoon fed all my stuff and from looking at the picture you are rich...but neither would be true. Here is what everything costs:

1.TV & PS2(cannot be seen in pic)-
This 'set' set me back only RM550.Why? Because it was part of a bet. I asked my mum if I could get a PS2. Not surprisingly, she said no. But she made me a challenge, if I could come up with half the amount(RM400, PS2 price is RM800) in 1 year she would pay the remaining. She thought that it would be almost impossible because she gives me 'just enough' money for recess so im left with about RM1 per day to save. How wrong she was...I came up with the money in 2 months! I had already saved some money and by starving for a few weeks I came up with the money. I traded in an old TV and got this TV for roughly RM150.

2. Monitor-
FREE! Was clearing old stock at office so I grabbed one.

3.TV Rack Thingy, Side Table, Cupboard-
ALL FREE! My grandma's old stuff that she gave me when she moved.

4.Speakers-
One of the few things I had to play for. RM139 together with some headphones which I gave my family.

5. Mouse and Keyboard-
Combined-Cost me RM35.

6.Chair-
Who would actually pay for that? Obviously free. Including the pillow case =)

7.Computer System-
Definitely NOT FREE! RM1600! Had to save up for quite a few years to get this baby...

9.Everything else-
FREE!

Now what looked like a pricey room would almost be FREE without the PC and PS2. Not forgetting the fact that I bought the PS2 in Form 2! Total cost of my room: RM2500(roughly, too lazy to calculate). And I'm proud to say I worked my ASS off to get all those stuff.

PS: All the pictures were taken by my beloved K800i (paid for by working to the Ice Queen at B.U.M)!

Turning Entertainment Into A Career

Turning Entertainment Into A Career
By Sandheep Nair

If two words could sum up my life it would be ‘Long Story’. My name is Sandheep Nair, just your average 17 year-old who finds himself as interesting as watching paint dry. Like every other teenager I’ve had my ups and downs in the past 17 years but what makes my story dissimilar to others is what I hope will lead me to an eventful, lucrative career- football.

How do I talk about myself? My name’s Sandheep Nair and come August I’ll be 18 years of age. I was born in Ipoh, grew up in Langkawi and currently reside in Putrajaya. I’m a laid back person who’s philosophy on life is “Always go with the flow”. My sarcastic personality has its advantages and its flaws. It’s a great ice-breaker but may offend people sometimes. I enjoy surfing the internet and playing football. I sat for UPSR and PMR and I’m currently waiting for my SPM results. I love football and hope to become a sports writer one day. Hopefully I’ll start a trend and we will see more sports writers come from Malaysia. At school I’m known as the guy that never comes to school yet manages to still keep up with studies. In 2007, I represented Putrajaya at the National Debate Competition, it was a fun experience.

I live with my single mother and 3 sisters. Seema is the eldest who is 26, Sangeetha is 22 and my younger sister Shobana is 16. Like all families we have our fights but we love each other just the same. My father left the family when I was 9 and I have rarely seen him since. Seema is a sub-editor for a publishing company and Sangeetha is working for the same company. Shobana studies at SMK Putrajaya Presint 9 (1). Im not going to leave out my partner in love and crime, Nurul Alia’a who has been so instrumental in my life that she does feel like family to me. We met at the National Debate Competition and never looked back.

I love football more than I love food. Arsenal are my inspiration to write but football is not the only thing I write about. Most sports trigger my interest, I show strong interests in tennis, badminton, rugby, basketball and futsal. Another thing I love is gaming as I find it both stress relieving and fun at the same time. I am a tech-geek and proud of it. I spend hours a day trying to find new ways to upgrade my computer. I am also an ‘audiophile’ at heart. I love music and love all kinds of different genres. Current favourites on my music playlist is Nickelback, The Killers and Maroon 5. I dislike cartoons excluding The Simpsons which is about the best creation of mankind! I also find history a great replacement for sleeping pills. Reality TV shows are almost my most hated things on earth, right behind Manchester United.

Being the only boy in the family, I found myself playing with Barbie more than that Red Fire Truck as a kid. If it wasn’t for my eldest sister I may have never gotten interested in football. When I was 6, my sister introduced me to football. I soon decided that I would support Arsenal. It wasn’t a bad decision, that year Arsenal won their first Premiership title. I thought I was Arsenal’s good luck charm only for them to go the next three years without winning a single cup. Despite this, I loved how no matter what was happening, no matter how busy you are, everyone finds the time to watch football. I never knew that I could make a career out of football. When I was in my teens my love for Arsenal grew greater. I began to read about their history from managerial greats such as Herbert Chapman and George Graham to cult heroes like Liam Brady and Perry Groves. Although these legends were involved with Arsenal long before I was even born, I felt a bond with them. I felt like I was part of a family, the Arsenal family.

My eldest sister would have an impact of my life again when I was 15. Her love for journalism had rubbed off on me. I enjoyed how she managed to translate her thoughts into words. So I wondered, what can I write about that’s even remotely interesting? Global warming? Not very fun to write about. Politics? Too scary. What about football? ARSENAL! Without thinking twice I needed to find a way to share my thoughts on the football team that I love with a fair amount of people. In January 2006, “Highbury 1913 – An Arsenal Blog” was born. I created a blog and used the name of the stadium that Arsenal were about to leave as Arsene Wenger revolutionized Arsenal. The “1913” stands for the year Highbury was built. And so I began writing, I started out with about 10 hits a day but before long I had hundreds of readers wanting to know my thoughts on how The Gunners were performing. As the months went on, with feedback from my readers I managed to improve my writing skills. It wasn’t long before I realised that I wanted to make a career out of this. I started doing research on sports writing. It took 2 minutes for me to realised that Malaysia needed one. A quick look at the back pages of the Star and I knew one day I could be working for “The People’s Paper”. At the end of every article I saw hope in short names like ‘AFP’, ‘Reuters’ and ‘AP’. I could revitalize the sports section of Malaysian media. Like Tim Allen once said, “How do men the read the paper? From back to front. First the sports section, then the comics then whatever is on the front page.”

All in all, joining the BRATs workshop is an opportunity I do not want to miss out on. I hope my essay can convince you to give this average boy a chance. I promise you wont regret it.

Every Cloud DOESN'T Have A Silver Lining, It Just Hides That Bigger Cloud!

Well today was my off day. I woke up at 10am to the voice of mum telling me to get ready faster. I left my pay cheque at work the night before and the two most influential women in my life made sure I never forget it again. Telinga kiri, mum with "What kind of moron leaves their pay at work?". Telinga kanan- Alia'a, being the sweetheart she is was nicer with her response, "What kind of person forgets their pay? Ohh..you." I know it wasn't the smartest thing to do but it's not like I forgot it on purpose. And the two replies, although sound similar are clearly different. Mum was taking her usual jab at me while Alia'a was being sweet in using humour. That reminds why I need her so much to get over my life at home, when I'm messaging her I forget the rest of the world and just focus on her. It may sound as if I'm betraying my family and that I love someone that I've only known for 7 months more than I love the person that gave birth to me but that isn't true. Alia'a made a good point in her blog that if our parents can't understand us it's because we have not been totally open to them, it is MY fault my mum often makes me look stupid because I've never told her how much it hurts me.

Back to the topic, I went to Alamanda to pick up my cheque and I started laughing when I realised nobody was working in our section. Abang Fadhil, Nafis and Halim were all on afternoon shifts and Farhan and I were off. Anyway, I took my cheque and was leaving Alamanda when I noticed Nafis getting down from a bus. I decided to go back in and join Nafis and Diana for lunch. After the break I went to my 'work place' BUM Equipment and tried on some clothes that I loved. I kept it aside together with the sweater that I'm getting Alia'a. Next week when Kak Nita comes I will take those home and wrap the sweater up for Alia'a. All the time I was also messaging Alia'a and then she said, "Usually you're the one who says it. Happy Anniversary!"

OHH SHIT! I FORGOT OUR ANNIVERSARY!

It has been 7 months since I met my baby and this is the first anniversary I've forgotten. When I told Diana what happened she said, "Teruk gila kau lupa anniversary!" Then it hit me. I have never forgotten our anniversary, why didn't I remember this time? I can't blame work because everyday I write the date on receipts, I should know it's the 16th. Is my worst nightmare coming true? Is this year going to be so hard that Alia'a and I drift apart? I hope not. I love her too much to see her pass by like a season. They build the life they want for us but we are the ones who have to live through it. Alia'a and Its been an amazing 7 months filled with ups and downs, plenty of fights, litres of tears, lots of 'merajuk-ing' (mostly from me) and two incidents where our relationship could and if we wanted to play it safe should have ended. This relationship is a risk for the both of us. She has parents that have high hopes for her. Become a doctor, live a comfortable life, marry someone wealthy that is picked by them, pretty much the whole 9 yards. Me, I'm the son of a preaching self-made unofficial Hindu priest that makes sure her son gets everything she wants for him...on a budget. You may think, that's not too bad, she is looking out for me. Well, like I tell everyone.I both have parents that believe they have the best interest of their child at heart but Alia'a and I have taken 2 different paths in changing that. She has decided to stick it out and give them what they want while I have decided to rebel. Am I a bad child? Definitely. Do I regret doing this? Definitely not. The way I see it, this life is mine to live. My mother may have brought me here but sooner and later I have to stand on my own 2 feet, and standing on two feet is much easier when you are doing something you enjoy instead of doing something that would make your parents happy.

That reminds me, I fought with my mum again because she wants me to go to KLIUC because it is cheaper than UCSI. I told her I'd rather do TESSEL than go to KLIUC because I would still be paying RM30K+ for majoring in something I don't want to do. I know it's hard for my mum to scrape together the 10K for UCSI foundation but she cant expect me to sit through 4 years and 30K on something I didn't even want in the first place. Anyway, I'll be staying with Uncle Acu in his Condo...that'll be fun!

Back to the topic at hand, coming back home from Alamanda I couldn't get the notion that my relationship with Alia'a is on the rocks out of my head. I confronted her and she agreed that we would try our best to make it work. She admitted that this relationship is hard on her and I can't say I'm surprised, having to keep this from her family and trying to keep me happy while still dealing with the pressures of Form 5, I surely couldn't handle it. But she is much stronger than me, I'll help her through this year, and just pray by this time next year we are still together. One thing that keeps me strong is that day in Midvalley, that was probably one of the best days of my life. That brief moment when I put the ring in her hand and gripped it tightly, the other moment when I played with her hair, or when I was playing and we were laughing at the fact that we have similar teeth, or even when I was combing her hair back properly with my hand in front of the shoe shop. Those events are unforgettable, engraved in my memory forever. And I want more of those days, but I don't want them with anyone else but my baby.

We have gone through so much together that I feel like I know her better than anyone else. She was there for me when I needed her, like those two paracetamol nights, SPM, my sisters hurting me, my mum and her constant favouritism. I tried to be there for her too, like when her grandfather passed on, although I never knew him I cried in the school toilet because I knew how much she loved him. After CMGA, I TRIED to calm her down after the loss. I helped get over the loss of TJ and again, I TRIED to be there for her when Curly died. I was by her side when Foxy was ill and I was by her side every night even though in reality is not even in sight. I remember we both used Lina, she said I was with Lina so that her parents wouldn't know and I let my mum believe I was with Lina so she wouldn't find out about Alia'a. I can't thank Lina enough for that.

Anyway, when I got home I ended up fighting with Geetu Chechi(older sister #2), the stupid moron can win an Academy Award for actually lying to my face while keeping a straight face. After mum got home fought with her about the UCSI-KLIUC thing then helped my lil sis with her EST work. Is it just me or does my phone get wonkey during the most important messages. When I am crapping with Alia'a my phone is fine but when the conversation gets serious, "Sending Failed, Message Barred". Here's to a better tomorrow.

Off,
Sand