Hurt

Not even a single microorganism have gone through life without being hurt.

Even a lifeless object , like like , papers , or toaster , or washed up denims or or even a strand of thread have to walk through the lane of hurt , which is , to my understanding is their termination of life. Expiration of being useful to human. To serve the sole purpose of their existence. That is hurt to my belief.

Sometimes we hide it with the crooked smile on our face. But not matter how wide the smile stretch , the eyes however , cant really conceal the turbulence that is brutally hammering our system.

Sometimes , friends may approach with the intention of offering a confiding partner for us , but most of the time , the intention often now than ever , is just a fabricated layer to cover up their deluding manner. Just be careful where to where u spill your devastation because for all you know , every bits of your wretchedness will end up at the other ends of other people's ears.

Most of the time , as we hardly agree to confess on, physical pain is seemed to be better in time of when emotionally pain is excruciatingly unbearable by one capability of sustaining such dismay. This is why there are so many tragic cases of suicide .These people , i deem,unlike any others , couldn't stand the deprivation from their abrupt detachment with their so-called soul mate.

I hope that you guys and girls have better brain and rational judgment in solving whatever debacle u might get urself into.

Sometimes , when we thought everything was normal, that is the time we are actually hurt the most.

Soul Mate huh?

Lets talk about that in another entry. Good night now.

The day i overcome my worst fear : Going to the Dentist

So the story of my dental mayhem goes a little like this -------------------------------------------------------

It was a wet wet evening that day. The skies were peppering the earth with drizzling condensation all over.I was driving my sister's car, her blue-then-black-now kelisa. Ive been driving her car all along ever since she boarded off to Egypt to further her medical studies. Plus , this car is sort of wallet-friendly for fuel consumption.

Mummy being a walking (although most of the time irritating) GPS , directed me to this part of Kota Sri Damansara.At this very point , i can virtually feel my heart was leaping frantically, throbbing my ribcage like no one business.

After a good whole 20 minutes of driving ,my mummy and I arrived at the location.We climbed the cemented stairs because apparently this Dr Teoh got a cheaper rent on the second floor.

Oh , need i remind you that we come on no call for appointment. My mom just decided that it was a fine day to torture me with the concealing concern about my dental care. And did i mentioned before that my last visit to dentist was around , umm let say 8 years back? Yeah it was 8 freaking years back.

The experienced was excruciating that it encouraged me to have this mindset that every dentist is evil dentist. So ever since that , i diligently maintained my dental care of the usual floss , rinse and brush. Never once in 8 years ive considered going for scaling , patching or anything. I am that committed to the promised i grudgingly made to myself.

But little that i know , those mindset i was so certain to last forever was about to be mercilessly abolished.

Anyhoww,I could stay and rambling on the suffering minutes of details about my torturous dental madness but that would be mean to ur eyes and mental visualization.

Suffice to say that I lost lots of blood. lots and lots and lots of blood. 4 days worth of bleeding gum + saliva. At one point i think that i am slowly transforming into a zombie because i never tasted blood that much before.

Im not afraid of dentist anymore. I beat the hell out of my fear. I am the winner. Yes i am. Wohooo~

Bye.

Advertorial/Review for Newly Renovated/Improved Swez Restaurant at Eastin Hotel Pj

I received an invitation to dine and write a review about Swez Restaurant which is located inside Eastin Hotel PJ. So after a few wrong turns and many mislead by the veeeeeery "reliable" PAPAGO GPS system, i arrived at the location at nicely when the food on the platter is being replaced with a new one.

As soon as I walked into the outlet , the highly trained staff greeted me warmly at the entrance. Revamped with the new face lift of contemporary setting , Swez Restaurant at Eastin Hotel PJ radiates exclusiveness and comfortable ambience that supply an instant relaxation. A good sign to start the evening I must say.

The dinner that was extensively prepared buffet by the team of dedicated chef was extremely satisfying! The set of buffet offers a wide stretch of wholesome goodness. At this point of time , the greediness took the best part of me. All the food look equally enticing and luring me to devour on them.

I started off with a random food picking, which were a bit of EVERYTHING, namely ; prawn tempuras, sauté vegetables and a few dishes, which fancy name I couldn’t recall. But as much as I enjoyed the newly improved environment and all , I was still skeptical about what the food will taste like because honestly , I’ve dined here before and let me tell you , although the taste wasn’t that horrible but it wasn’t worth my penny either.

So there I was , plate crowded with assortment of different dishes just waiting to be stuffed into my drooling mouth. The food was amazing! It tasted sooo good that I couldn’t wait for the food to finish so that I can go for a 2nd round. Every dish seemed to be fruitfully prepared and appealingly decorated at the newly refurbished food corner.

Apart from the exquisite main courses, the dessert especially, was super awesome! There were varieties sort of cakes, traditional kuih , bubur , caramel banana (A MUST TRY!) and the usual tropical fruit to name a few. After tasting almost most of the food , I must say that Swez Brassiere has gotten way way way better from its former day. It was a beguiling gastronomic experience to conclude the night.

Everything was flawless, the food, the ambience , the service although my mood was this close from being disrupt by the painful sound of the live music band that was playing at the other side of the restaurant.

Thanks Eastin for treating and having me as a company at your hotel.Really appreciate it! :)

For those who fancy an exclusive night out , you can reach them at their website here

So here are few pictures i snapped during the dinner. Lovely arent they?

Dessert ; my fav section of the buffet

Mooooreeee dessert! Look how tantalizing those little pastries are.

Clean , calm and attentive waiter/ess

Dessert barrr! Attackkk!!

Salad bar , the least most visited section , at least for me.

All new and shiny!

Seems that every dishes is send from heaven with that glowing lights on the plate.


Fresh seafood u can choose and the chef will cook for you. right there and then!

Swez signature dessert , caramel banana with ice cream.

This spaghetti is awesome! the chef even peppered some extra herbs on it!

The content visage of a girl who eats everything.

with Miss Fifi, the one who invited me over , and also my bestfriend of 20 yrs (yes ive been friend with her since we were 4)

This is the Cuban Vip Lounge

Fancy huh?

Akward Conversation : The lingual compability issue

Hello,
How many times do you self-trap yourself in an attempt for absent-mindedly translating from English to Bahasa or vice versa?
I bet that happens alot , especially when you and your conversational partner started off using one language ( English of Bahasa) and subconsciously maintained that particular language as if allowing other languages to be slot into the conversation would be a major confusion for both of you.

That being said , i actually managed to tangled myself into one of those situation sometime not to long ago.

So there were we , stuck in the middle of traffic , crawling bits after bits , and were really engrossed into a conversation about some future potential business venture that we would like to embark on together.

The conversation , was casually delivered in Bahasa and weaved by few English terms that both of us are familiar with.

It went somehow a little bit like this.

dw : bla bla bla bla bla business bla bla
fozzy : tu la bla bla yada yada aku nak try bende lain jugak
dw : tu la (and here comes the awkward part ) jangan letak telur ko dalam satu bakul

at that time , we both frozed momentarily in space , trying to assimilate the logic behind what i just blurted out.

fozzy : huh?
dw : bunyik obscene gila dalam bahasa melayu weh. aku sebenarnya nak cakap " dont put ur eggs in one basket" , meaning jgn focus business ko on satu tempat je. tu yg aku nak cakap. tetibe kuar telur plak. apa diaaa~
fozzy : HAHAHHAHAH tu ah dia, aku pun cam pelik.

Lucky thing that ive known Fozzy long enough to not blot blushes on my face and also he could simply bypass that minor misconception.

Imagine if it happened with some stranger that wanted to lock a business deal with me?

Life 101 : Dont ask provoking question if u are not ready to be backfired.

This happened yesterday at one of the local bank here at my area. This lady banker most likely didnt expect that something like this would blow up on her face but i guess there must be consequences that follows if u wanna to curiously prying on other people's life.

Unless you have microscopic view , i suggest : click on the image below for larger view and better reading.

The moral of the story is : Just because shes tiny , doesnt mean her brain and mouth are.

Wohoo Im Cuckoo~

Have u ever feel so terrify over something that it makes ur brain freeze and u would rather die than facing the issue urself?

I tell you what , i do.

But im not gonna tell you now because my head is still confounded with the numbing injection i got last evening. Yes the effect is still lingering noticeably.

I just feel like writing.

Huh , issit December yet?

I dont know.

My eyes is literally like this -_-.

But i can tell u one thing for sure , i survived the dental mayhem. after 8 fucking years of hindering , i survived the dental fucking mayhem.

Selamat Hari Jumaat

Because Friday is the best day of the week.

i think.

picture above seemed a tad bit narcissist dont u think?

Mat Rempit is not all bad you know.

I think Mat Rempit is an overrated understatement.

We treat this subculture as if they were low , as if they were as good as dead.

Why do we all have these pre-conceived misunderstanding idea about Mat Rempit?

I tell ya why.

It is because of the media who exaggerated the whole issue. And because of this approach , Mat rempit think that they are like what the mass media dress them to be.

So they act like what has been commonly broadcasted.

"Baik kita buat betul2 dari org dok fitnah2 tapi kita tak buat" - this mindset probably had been instilled in their mind.

Who to blame? The Media? Society? The so-called culprit themselves?

I dont know. Maybe bits of everyone.

You know what mat rempits are good for?

The military. The Enforcement.

If one day , when some low population country is trying to wage war with ours , these mat rempit are going to be the fruit of the country because of their bravery and flaming spirit of protecting whats theirs.

And they come in bundle of flock too. How convenience is that?

Just promised them some token of appreciation, maybe a new ride , or perhaps a class on how to improve their manner.

or if i were filthy rich , i'd open a center of education where my sole purpose of objective is how to improve their spelling. and language for that matter.

Im not backing up Mat Rempit , but im viewing this from a more neutral angle.

I know how it feels to be the one who get hurtful and bad worst being thrown at.

Memory Loss Syndrome = MLS

I hate it when i cant remember the words that accurately explains certain situation/stuff/behavior.

When this happened , i got utterly frustrated and tried so hard to squeeze every bits of my brain juice to work to conjure back those missing words.

I think i might have the early symptom of Memory Loss Syndrome. MLS.
MALAS more like it!

Kenape?

Sebab
MLS nak membaca like i used to.
MLS nak menulis like i was once before
MLS nak refer to dictionary when i come across a new vocab that i arent familiar with. That used to be a good habit of mine but along the way , i think that habit gradually faded away. I think the internet turn me into this.

Internet sucks away my fondness towards the beautiful wireframe of words and books.

I wanted to be a writer when i graduated from MMU. I was so certain and determine that i can be a good writer because of my fondness with writing and bullshiting.

But now , all that dream and hope had been flushed away down the dirty sewer along with my passion and motivation.

Im not a writer , just a day dreamer with an unlimited access to internet , a crazy typing skill and quick brain reflex.

Call me Cik Wok!

Friday night,

Hmm the most celebrated day of the week for most working class. This is the day where you planned where your weekend is gonna be? Be it lazying around the house , going out for dancing in the moonlight or simply just hanging out with friends.

I used to be one of those , those weekly carefree individuals who can go out and be free-minded all through weekend without any work to be worried about , at least not for the weekend.

But guess what im doing this weekend?

WORK!

yes work.

How could someone worked from Monday to Friday and STILL have work to do on SATURDAY AND SUNDAY?

Dont laugh! That is not even remotely funny and crucially depressing.

And does it make it even more odd if i announce that i dont really mind the workload? that i actually pretty much ENJOYING every bits of this excruciating moment?

Am i delirious or plain delusional?

Call me Cik Wok because i think ive been plagued with ever so overrated viral of workaholic.

Anyways , being too immerse with work doesnt halt me from camwhoring!

hehe. Im such an handful sort of character arent i?

No?

Screw you!

Hello , I have haters :)

To those who followed my FB 50 vids page might have notice a little turbulence of haters hitting on our stream last nite.

Huh these haters , doesnt have anything to do other than to flatter themselves by belittling other people.

And the funny thing is , they dont even know us.

And what was even more funnier is other persons , who heard about this ,choose to settled with the baseless comment they heard instead of thinking rationally.

But i guess that what haters do , putting bad images on other people just so their mediocre life look more interesting in the day light.

I wonder what u haters do at night , weeping at the lack of inches in your pants , or for girls , wailing hysterically because of your distasteful physical features.

Kalau da kurang elok tu at least perangai bagi la elok sket.

Crappucino

The reason why im restraining myself from going all the way is because of the uncertainty of what the future might have in store for me.

Im one person against a throng of curious and sneaky crowd. I cant even do anything to save myself.

I might be in every figments of ur imagination and the next second Im the new person u just love to hate.

This things happens u know , the wheel of life.

Sometime we cling on the moving wheel , hoping that it would escalate us to the top , but often now than ever , if the clinging doesnt come with hardwork and effort (given it bad , menacing or good) , we will forever be stationary in our own comfort zone.

Whats with a little bit of adventure of moving forward? Why are we so afraid of the unknown?

If u have the answer for this , please let me know because up until now , i still cant decipher the cosmic code of doubtfulness.

Ok im talking/writing/thinking/pondering craps again instead of finishing my ever-so neverending "work load"

Flame for The Flamer

ramai gila stalker/haters aku sampai gila babi dig in aku punye archive ni. pastu dia happy terkinja2 sebab found a minor grammar/spelling/misusage of words yang aku committed like beratus2 tahun dulu (aku ckap beratus tahun sebab nak signify betapa lamanya benda2 tu , sejak zaman tok kadok lagi , sejak zaman aku pakai training bra lagi , sejak zaman ms-dos lagi). pastu dengan "BERANI" nyooooo dok mengomen kat chatbox aku cakap aku ni a SHITTY WRITER.

the thing is,

not even once aku claimed that aku ni writer ke ape ke.

cakap aku guna byk thesaurus tanpa mengetahui apa maksud disebalik perkataan tu.

demn.

aku nak rasa offended macam kesian la plak sebab aku tau org yang dok flame aku ni mmg hidup dia diconfine dengan english darjah 6. kepala otak rigid and narrow minded.

aku rasa org ni mesti minah. why? sebab there is no one mamat over there would even bother to point out that puny error and rub it on my face. even kalau dia mamat skali pun , dah mmg terbukti dia ni pussy sebab dok komen2 tanpa nama sebenar.

nak tau dia letak nama apa? dia tulis nama dia "HAHAHA" dgn url pokemon.com. tu bangang ke apa namanya tu?

aku rasa mak ko mesti menyesal lahirkan manusia cam ko. sebab hidup kat dunia pun macam tak guna. cikgu ko mesti menyesal ajar ko menulis dan membaca kalau dia tau satu hari nanti ko akan jadi seorang penakut , bacul , bodoh dan hanya berani menaip di belakang computer tanpa actually confronted anyone in their face.

aku kesian kat bakal suami/isteri ko nanti.

ke ko mmg sangat a sad excuse for a living sampai tade org nak kat ko.

aku rasa ko cacat.

cacat otak.

kesian.

mintak2 ko dapat petunjuk yang benar.

dan tlg jgn kacau idop aku atau org lain lagi. pegi la betulkan muka ko yang kurang pleasant tu.

aku harap2 ada org akan terima ko seadaanya. ye , dgn muka dan mulut ko yg cam azab tu.

Unfathomable Curse

Its like a curse u know. Like a venomous poison slithering down a path of innocent weeds , demolishing their 48 hours of nourishment. What is this oppressive curse one might ponder. Well here i tell ya.

Everytime i wanna write something inspiring , i become uninspired.

like just now , how i wanna write about my view towards why/how young teenagers proudly and publicly buying a condom over the counter store. I already had few good pointers and even few humorous cynical remarks on this matter but as i said , it is like a curse.

Everytime my eyes fixed on this small immaculate white writing area , i got demotivated , uninspired , out of words , mental blockage and any other disease related to this matter.

issit fatigue ? lethargic? maybe my brain doesnt have enough air supply? am i gonna turn into zombie soon? yes i admit that i sleep less , maybe lesser than the amount of the less hour i usually get but that doesnt mean imma craving for brain soup anytime soon right?

if i am a zombie , im wanna be a nerd zombie. i might be a a flesh eating creature , but that doesnt mean i have to do it without a proper research.thats the blood ive been trained on doing , research research research.

fuck , this this! the digression what makes my brain really function. and it all craps accumulated into this pile of big big mountain of nonsense-ness.

i dont know how im gonna become a great academician if this continues.

good night everybody.

this is the last night that i got to enjoy my sleep because starting tomorrow onwards , hell of stacking up workload awaits with no time to spare.

50 videos before my sister goes to Egypt

Hello hi,
My name is Diena Wong and i have a baby sister name Miya Wong. She is going to Egypt to pursue her tertiary study in the field of Medic at Mansoura University for 6 years. That's like forever for me :( .

We never been apart for this long period of time so we decided to do something that both of us could playback without the help of memorizing the moment.

Our target is to reach 50 videos by the end of 14 days. We dont know whether we would be able to achieve this but we gonna try our best!

This is us , adding string of memories before we parted for the very first time.

SEE OUR FACEBOOK PAGE here to see all the videos!

The day i got kidnapped for a Random Getaway

Pada satu hari , tak la lame sangat , lebeh kurang cam semlm , aku kene kidnap ngan dua org manusia ni,


Sorang nama Kasuma


Sorang lagi nama Chaq (bukan nama sebenar)


Kami jalan2 di tempat yang gelap , aku takot tapi buat ilek2 je.



Tapi tiba2 ada civilization di celah2 kegelapan dgn rumah yang agak cantik2



Lepas melawat kawasan yang macam ala2 bunian itu , kami proceed dgn journey kami. We were surrounded by total blackness without any light resource other than our headlights car and dashboard.


Tengak signboard hovering tanpa tiang. I couldnt imagine how many jerking off has been aimed towards this signboard.

Lepas god knows how many minutes we traveled , akhirnya sampai la dekat destinasi kami , iaitu Pork Dickson.

Muka bangga pasaipa ntah aku tak tau.







Tujuan utama kami adalah utk tengok sun rise tapi sebab kami semua mmg geographically impaired so our hope utk tgk sun rise agak kecundang. We just have to make do with watching the sun rose up from the other side of the world.

Ketenangan la jugak.



Marshmallow uuuuuuuuu~ i wanna i wanna!


Ini la budak paling comot skali dalam dunia.

Sand-abuse : Sebab tangan gatal couldnt keep it to myself.





Deorang tgh main tic-tac-toe katenyeee~


This is supposedly to be a sand tits but somehow tak jadi because my hand arents as dexterous as i thought it was.

Stended ah kan , mesti ada self-shot photo.










While we were lepaking chilling2 tetiba ada noise pollution betul2 dekat depan kiteorg. NOISE POLLUTION WEH!


Bajet nak capai langit , tapi tak sampai.


Lepas tu kami decided nak pegi Nilai 3 for some window shopping.
p/s : aku nak tampar muke pompuan tu bole tak? muke mintak sial minah ni.


Kasuma and chaq tgh dok pilih2 baju tapi endup tak beli apa pun.


Lepas da penat and half-awake , kami pun balik.

Itu la cerita Random Getaway kami ke Port Dickson. Unplanned trip FTW!

Yours ,
Dw