Updating For The Sole Sake Of Updating (III)
by YBLalat

I did not come up with anything to do for my April Fool Day prank. This year, I'll just be a good hedonist instead.

I've updated my Yahoo Photo Album. All the pictures taken are in the New Photos folder. There's nothing much to see actually - scenic view of the Canyon, hiking mules and some idiot posing on a rock.

I just found out that a lot of people around me are also starting their own blogspot crap. Most are by my juniors at the U. Nothing extraordinary - the typical dear diary stuff. Let us see how long their blogspot fad will last.

This month this journal of mine is one year old. Time flies when you stare at the PC screen too much each day.

My kid brother got a place at Masjid Tanah for his one-year Matrikulasi Pusat thing. He is in the Sains Hayat stream - "A lot of juicy biology at the center, with a little bitty of chemistry on the sides", he described it. I asked him is that what he wanted to waste his youth on, and he replied, "I'll take anything thrown my way to get away from mom's constant nagging". He told me that he would work his way out of the country and study oversea somehow, since mom and dad intend to keep him inside and only let me be the "golden son". I have no qualms against that, as long as he doesn't get a girlfriend first. I can't stand being his "bendul", if you know what I mean. "Well, good luck, Doctor Fairuz", I ended the phone conversation.

Recently, Kamal claimed that the most beautiful Malay celebrity right now is the tudung-wearing Wardina Safiya. "She's okay, dawg, but she can't beat my ho - Shafnie Zainudin", I replied back, referring to the newly-divorced wife of 4U2C's AC Mizal. Although she's already a mom for her two kids, she still got the thang to be my every-morning-must-see desktop wallpaper.

Yesterday, Kamal (yes, him again, that homeless bum) asked me what my back-up plans are if I were to flunk my studies here at the U and to be sent home. (We were discussing about worst case scenarios). I told him that if that happens, rather than making a big ass of myself and continuing my studies at Petronas' Tronoh, I'd rather stop studying and work with my 23-year old uncle who owns a mechanic workshop. My uncle, who has no degree or any intention to get one, now owns his own sporty Alfa Romeo and a steady monthly 4-digit income by learning from my other uncles how to be a car and bus mechanic and from Klang Technic School how to repair home and bus air-cond system. Kamal told me that his plan would be to start selling burger at his kampung pasar malam.

From my conversation with Nuraziah Abdul Aziz a few days back, I just found out that the age when girls go berserkly desperate for a male partner is 26 to 28. At that age, they literally will go commando and grab the nearest available nice guy to ask out and to get married with. Unfortunately, she mentioned, by that time, all the nice guys will be already taken and all that is left are jerks like AC Mizal and me. So, there you go.

Why the age of 26 to 28, eh? I assume that (i) that is when they realized that the big three-o is coming, or that (ii) there are not much eggs left in their limited storage, or (iii) each time they look into the mirror the image they see is that of near resemblance to their old, decripit and lonely mom.

One day, I was chatting with Rafthah The Arab Sex Symbol when, one thing lead to another, she ended up telling me that most of those who visited my site and other guy-blogs are silent-type geeky girls like herself. "They want to know what is inside a guy's brain - voyeuristic purposes I guess", she said. Well, if you are a girl and are reading this blog, let me tell you that there is nothing much inside of a guy's brain. I know that, you know that, so let's get on with our lives, shall we?