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. . . CEPTA 25.09 . . .

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assalamualaikum Team Ariana (i look like a forest ranger rather than a soldier...) from left: saint, shazam (kneeling), mamba, ninja, kite, t-rex and sami we got our ass mauled over n over again. seriously, we did better at LOOKING GOOD rather than PLAYING GOOD... but it was ALL GOOD *snicker* i gotta hand it to The Black Tigers. they really did well. not only were we outnumbered but outskilled. we went out for two times against them n we totally sucked. i got one straight on my cheek n up till today, it still looks like an old pimple. they were the shit to put it frankly. obviously we needed proper training on ever basis, that includes running away properly which i couldnt possibly do without tripping over something or falling over. for sure i aint doing any sniping for too much from now on unless it involves protecting the bunker or on top of a hill. bolt action is just not suitable for head on combats even if i were to stay at the back. but no worries. its all part of learning. m su

. . . tools of destruction . . .

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assalamualaikum oh wow... just after a few months (for my colleagues) of playing airsoft, they have gotten really serious. i swear if i didnt knew better, i think we're getting for world war III... or in this case any war will do. shipments of new guns, rifles and equipment came this morning n everyone was eager to get their greedy stubby trigger-fingers on their stuff. especially Shazam whos been asking me now n then if i had received any package when opening the mail box downstairs. i could see him smile with satisfaction upon opening his SYSTEMA gear... kite's equipment (is my dream... damn him...) he even got a red dot scope (more damnation to him!) t-rex's equipment... this guy is really getting it on! kite doing a checklist on the shipment to make sure everything arrives/given out accordingly (notice the white box 'Challenge Kit', that's Shazam's SYSTEMA... quickly disappeared when i tried to get a pic of it. i think he's locked himself in his room

. . . common sense? . . .

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it says 'RADIO WILL NOT WORK IF REMOVED' hmm... D-UUUUUUhhhhhH~~~

. . . mucking around . . .

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assalamualaikum to escape the gnarly wonders of laundry, i decided to wander off n extend the notorious mind of the saint nawtee out on the streets of Geneva... met one of my colleagues surfing the flea market n we decided to trot hand-in-hand (term of speech) to the old town after having a bite at McD's (in the morning?!)... we stopped by around Place du Bourg de Four... or as normally as i would say, Old Town. seriously, I've been here for about 10 months yet i didnt have a single clue there was nice historical places... maybe next week i'll spend some time investigating more places of interest. wassalam

. . . for your ears . . .

assalamualaikum a good friend sent me his clip playing the electronic guitar. said that he's making up a song at this moment n still working to perfect it. sounds really great. kudos to Binjai@Beanjai! keep it up n do some of the minor changes i told u about. wassalam ps. u guys n gals can help out also by commenting on his tune in my chatbox on the right.

. . . sniper in the making . . .

assalamualaikum check this out i was using a Marui VSR-10 G Spec sniper rifle. looks really realistic eh? its really cool n i love it. belongs to my colleague (codename: Shazam) n he lent it to me for the mock war-battle we had last saturday. i'm telling u, IT WAS GREAT. its like being in the counter strike game. using the sniper rifle (or any weapon with up to 400fps power velocity) i could shoot up to 20 meters... f m not mistaken. i'll try to get a clip next time with proper introductions to the rifle n how i use it... wassalam

. . . painfully exciting weekend . . .

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assalamualaikum my legs feel like its been hammered down to minced beef after two days of workout. yes, i do work my body at times. although i prefer staying indoors n watching dvds all day long... n also the usual sleep n eat all i can. last saturday i had the opportunity (well, i was kinda pushed into it coz i didnt wana exchange my day of resting for anything) to join my office colleagues doing this kind of war-playing-game activity down nearby some place (f things dont interest me, i dont get all d details...) some sort of like a paint ball shooting thingy. except theres no paint ball or any dirty usage of colors. m talking abot those kind of games like counter strike... but this is for real (i mean running here n there instead of pulverizing your wrist over the mouse). best part was the equipment. i LOVED the sniper rifle. its so realistic. but they use small plastic balls which they call BBs as bullets. but get hit by it on the forehead, it'll turn out like a pimple on a bad

. . . through the glass . . .

assalamualaikum How do you feel? That is the question But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer When something like a soul becomes Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes You can't expect a bit of hope So while you're outside looking in Describing what you see Remember what you're staring at is me How much is real? So much to question An epidemic of the mannequins Contaminating everything When thought came from the heart It never did right from the start Just listen to the noises (Null and void instead of voices) Before you tell yourself It's just a different scene Remember it's just different from what you've seen I'm looking at you through the glass... Don't know how much time has passed And all I know is that it feels like forever When no one ever tells you that forever Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head - - - Stone Sour - - - wassalam

. . . feeling pain = being alive . . .

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assalamualaikum aite, i dunno how it is described fully on the process but today it happened that all of the colleagues including yours truly, had to get a 'le grippe' injection this morning. a perfect time for pain. so its about a flu prevention thingy, i'll google or wiki it at another time. since the nurses were pretty, i didnt mind what they do to me... probe anything up my a.. backside even, i'm good to go. every part of my body still aches. not bcoz of the injection. but due to uncontrollable digestion of good food for the past 4 days. urgh. god, having an appetite is never that good. how i clog myself with lots of food, i dont know. i just stuff myself like a thanksgiving turkey. i need a good rest away from food. winter is coming as well so i think it would be hard coz i freeze fast if i'm hungry. but hey, i still look forward to snow falling from the sky (^^,) wassalam

. . . coffee n headaches . . .

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assalamualaikum recently i have been craving for a drink that isnt supposed o be in my system. coffee. i duno. its just all so different here. i'm still not used to it but i keep shoving it down my throat. no, it doesnt mean i wanna be sexy like the french (swiss-french as a matter of fact) here in geneva. national drink maybe? nah. dont think so. n dont let me get started with cheese. ewww...! *nausea* i chugged down an expresso machiato from starbucks yesterday. work finished early as most of the colleagues were out golfing, i was awake, thinking of what i could do b4 i go to bed... day still young, you know, all those shitty reasons to make you wanna go out n have your own time. back to the expresso. i aint taking that shit no more. gawd that was awful. its either me, or starbucks is taking coffee to a wrong direction by overrating it by a million folds. urgh. i nearly went to a coma of coffee shock. since i was quite macho all over, i ended up having a huge throb at the back of

. . . Eid Fitri Al-Mubarak . . .

assalamualaikum before i start my blogpost, i wanna say (in Malay), SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI, MAAF ZAHIR & BATIN kepada sekalian keluarga-keluarga (n keluarga masa depan *blush*), kawan-kawan, rakan sekerja... dan sekalian umat muslimin & muslimah di seluruh dunia. mari kita menikmati hari2 kejayaan selepas menempuhi sebulan lama berpuasa menahan lapar dahaga. all the best to you n sadang2 melanggar rumah urang & makan atu jgn sampai menempirit parut meluah dari baju raya. makan utk hidup, bukan hidup utk makan yoo... aight, on to my blog *caution: may cause involuntary tears, laughter n green stuff running outta ur nose* no matter how many times i rub my eyes just as soon as i woke up, i was for sure not dreaming. its real as it can get. i wanna slap myself to reality but remembering that its not worth to slap such a cute face, i declined. i did try to click my heels together a few times wishing i was back to Kansas... err, i mean Brunei. but still, its plain ol'fr