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Here lies the story of an amateur. An amateur in almost everything. This shall be a page of limitless talks about his rants, journeys, and his forever amateurish undertakings. The amateur is called The MaS, and The MaS is none other than Elwyn. MaS is short for MaSaLaH, which came to hit me in the head! It came many years ago, and so it shall continue to be used till this day and in the future. But it seems that you might want to know my past. My past lies here. So if you ever wondered how i was, then you can always check on my old blog. So enjoy the post that i post up every now and then.

Well this blog would certainly be staying private forever after all, and hopefully when I am ready, I shall begin a new blog as how i hope i could begin a new life.


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Thursday, August 31, 2006

The Journey of Malaysian's Patriotisme



Well, this footage is taken by you truly, near Sg Wang, and i couldnt really believe as to how young people nowadays try to usher in our 49th year of Independence. Well goes to show that young Malaysians really dunno whats the true meaning of Merdeka means, and most probably i am included. Ohhh the footage doesnt seem to be dat good since the format is very the special soo i guess it is hard to support ....

Saturday, August 26, 2006

The Journey of How Un-Malaysian I Am

Congratulations Nor Elwyn, you are 25% not Malaysian.

That means you're as Malaysian as...


Abdullah Badawi !

How Un-Malaysian Are You?



Hahahha, i got this from Kenny Sia's blog. Nice isn't it....

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The Journey of A Wasted Holiday

This is is is is is is is is is is just a stupid post post post post post, dat i would like to repeat repeat repeat repeat the words over over over over over and over again. Yes it is intentional as you you you you and you can see that i am doing out of boredom despite all of the assignment assignment assignment assignment, and the tute works as well. Yes i am a crazee crazee crazee fucked up asshole who has just to do this shit for the FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN of it. Hahahahaha, of course thats how the title comes about about about doesnt it.

Why i would say it is a wasted holiday is because i just wasted this day off doing nothing and absolutely nothing nothing nothing nothing. Hehehehe, actually i think more or less why i am repeating myself myself myself again and again. It is because i am listening to the song 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' by 'PANIC! At The Disco'. Im playing that song over and over again and again again again again again again again. Hahahaha it is the truth cos i am stuck to that song. Hahahaha, really really cant get enough of it.

Well the last post was because i was having my fucking mood swings. Yeah man mood swings. I thought only girls have it, but i have it too, does that make me a girl ??? Well, i would say it is from my mild depression. Hahahahaha, if im not mistaken i have written a really fucked up post in my old blog. Apparently i got real good feedback on it, because there was another incident happening. People read my blog man, and it is nice to know that friends that i have do care. But it is also because of that i am feared. I am also feared when i am having my mood swing bcos i come out with an aura that really scares people away. This is already clarified by the words of someone else. Soooo beware of my ugly and fearsome MOODSWING AURA !!! hahahaha , no i am not joking. Just becareful aight!!!

Arrgghhhhh .... i wrote the upper part of the post somewhere in the late afternoon, this part here onwards are from 10 pm onwards. Why you ask, its because i was playing DotA with my best fren la. Its a stress relieving therapy. Or it was suppose to be ??? Well it was 3 good games i would have to say. Hahahaha, now i am busy chatting, and yet i haven't taken my bath yet. What a dirty fella i am. Hahahahaha.

Owh owh owh, it is sooooo damn hard to organise a farewell gathering for a person especially, some of the invitation is to some people who doesn't want to associate themselves with me and my girl. Sooo its just soo tough isn't it. Well its just hard to get a reply from them, especially this 1 guy, who doesn;t even have the courtesy to even say thank you for a birthday wish. But maybe he changed his number. I can never tell. Well, i just have to wait and see over the next week or so. If there is no reply then just have to do it with a smaller group of friends dont we !!!

This crappy little blog of mine, what shall thy do about you. Shall thy redecorate you with some new stuff ??? Ahhh i need so many stuff. Yet i am sooooooo the freaking lazy. Lazy bugger get up and work your ass off now !!!

Hehehehe, going psycho already. Do i need a psychiatrist ??? or a therapist ??? or a psychologist ??? Well see how !!!!

Monday, August 21, 2006

The Journey of Uncertain Paths

There are many many paths in life. It is truly the hardest thing to do in life ................ choosing which path to walk down. Life has always been throwing loads of shit at me. Life throws shit at everyone else as well. But i guess it is how you take it. I have been choosing the path of pain without giving it much thought. Though i may regret it, like my DREADLOCKS, but they indeed brought me into the limelight for awhile, while it lasted of course. Though i regret doing it at the lost of a great deal amount of hair.

Now there are sooooo many more choices in life there are pretty making me wanna shit in my pants. Seems like i think far far far too much for my own good. Im practically wondering why the hell am i here anywayz. Life has certainly became more hectic, and with my disfunctional brain, i shall try to go on with life.

Who am i, (damn this sure sounds like a post that i had written awhile back) what the hell am i doing here? Haihz, aint nobody to help realize the 2 questions except for myself. Maybe thats the reason why i cant move on. Well, i dunno anything else now. What the hell am i an aimless fucker doing living his life on this acursed land filled with a number fucking fools that make no fucking sense.

I sense that its pointless to continue. soo stop .....

Sunday, August 20, 2006

The Journey of A Long Lost Sibling

I didn't realize that i had a fucking sibling. Could you believe it!!! She was hidden from me by my parents, for reasons i couldn't comprehand at all. Hahahaha, i couldnt believe it. They told me that it was because they couldnt afford to keep the both of us they gave her up for adoption. Unbelievable, well belief it. Anywayz this is how she looks like.

Anywayz, isn't she cute, ahahahahaha ........ this sucks .....

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to those who really know me .... u know that i dun have a fucking sister alright, even though my mother did wanted a girl very badly. Its me u fools, hahahahaha, got fooled. Well, i got a hair cut n they ironed my hair a little, and i certainly look like a girl at certain point. If you dont believe me u can look at the pic.



This is the result of me cutting my hair ... they iron my hair a little just to give me a rough idea what i would look like if i were to get my hair straighten. And i got a no no for straightening from 2 of the important women in my life. Hahaha, sooo understand already, just simply keep my hair long la. To be sold once im in aust.

Well, just wanna inform ya guys, if you guys wanna visit my old blog, there are links on the left panel of my blog. But there are no links on my old blog to my new blog here. Enjoyz !!!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

The Journey of Pissingful Assignment !!!

Yes i know there is no such word such as pissingful, but who gives a fuck, this is my blog. Well, i had another title in mind that was "The Journey of An Angry Man". Which would be referring to me. Well, yes i had a very rough time last night having to go through the 'planning document' that was supposed to be done by my groupmate eugene. Why is he doing it, if you might ask, then i would say that it is he who confidently said he would do the whole 'planning document' on his own. Well it is not this part that im soo pissed about but it is a later part which really pissed me off to the ultimate maximum. So seat back and enjoy my crappy and utterly nonsensical story.

Soooo as i was saying, the 'planning document' was prepared by eugene, and i was by far definately happy with it. But after going through it last night, i was shocked as to the content of the 'planning document' as it was totally not what the lecturer wanted, and might not be what the subject coordinator wanted. Thats when i felt that i was soooooo fucking screwed, soo i went to check other friends who were also doing the stuff as i do and ask them for some assistance. This i knew was ultimately challenging as i had a bad rep for myself in the past. But i was lucky as a friend, whom i really am thankful for, was online and agreed to help me by checking the work that was done by eugene.

She was going through it, and was questioning the content of the 'plannng document', and i was totally stunned as i realized that i had a tough time trying to overcome this. This was when i brokedown and couldnt think straight any longer. But i was again lucky as she helped me even further by lending me a part of her 'planning document' that was somewhat related to my group's 'planning document'.

Unfortunately, my brain was shitty at the moment, and was trying to do something about the 'planning document', but my brain was like locked and nothing i did was correct at the moment. This was when i was feeling abit pissed at eugene for skipping the class on tuesday which the lecturer talked about how to do the 'planning document'. I messaged him. And i guessed he did do quite a good work on his end, soo i think that i should contribute as well by doing the necessary amendments needed, or should i say redo what is totally wrong.

This was when it struck me, i forgot about the front coverpage, which another member was supposed to do yesterday as well. But he was nowhere to be seen, and couldnt be reached. Cos he always doesnt pick up his bloody phone, or should i say his PDA Phone. But i was rest assured as eugene told me that he, Arun would do the front page, and so my heart was a little more peaceful at the moment.

Now i shall continue on to the next morning which is this morning, yes the thursday monrning where i tried to call him, but to no avail, AGAIN !!!!! And messaged him that i needed the front coverpage for the 'planning document', and still no reply from him. Later i called him again but he didnt pick it up, but instead he called me back right after i called him. There i told him to come online to freaking pass me the front coverpage. So he did come online and he asked me for the assignment, which i had already amended, to him. And so i did.

Later we argued a little bit as to the ranting i had about the content which i had to amend. I wasnt very happy, with the work and i complain. I guess he must have taken it somewhere to his heart, and did something for revenge. About 15 minutes later he send me back the file, which he compiled all the work into 1 and also put a "NICELY" done coverpage. Being the tired and angry me, i didnt really check through his work properly, thinking that he would have done a good job on the coverpage. Yes he only does the COVERPAGE of the 'planning document' and that is like what, around half a page. Being me, i didnt see through the content, but rather the formatting of the whole 'planning document' and made some necessary amendments. And i send back the finalized 'planning document' to him.

It was after that when i reopened the file (because i had to send it to the subject coordinator and my lecturer the soft copy) only to find out that he had misspelled my freaking name.

HE FUCKING MISSPELLED MY NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I quickly asked him to change my name. Repair the mistake. And he said ok. And i thought it was all a'ok. I made the changes in my copy, and handed it in to my subject coordinator and my lecturer. thru email of course.

Later i went to uni, and saw mr arun there. With the printed copy of the 'planning document'. And when i opened it, i was freaking pissed to find out that he did not make changes to the coverpage as he was supposed to and my name was still MISSPELLED!!!! I went totally balistic on him asking him WHY THE FUCK DIDNT HE CHANGE THE FREAKING MISTAKE IN MY NAME ?!?!?!?!?!

You wanna know what his answer is. Here goes ...........

Owh I thought that you already sent to me the corrected 1.

I went balistic again, HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO SENT TO YOU THE CORRECTED VERSION IF I ONLY NOTICED IT AFTER I SENT THE FINALIZE 'PLANNING DOCUMENT TO YOU!!!!!

He was really pissing me off. You guys wanna know why im soo freaking pissed at him for misspelling my name. Well thsi is the reason why.

I have done an assignment with him in the last semester, and my name is in the freaking 'planning document' and also i passed him my details to him last week. Having said this 3 reasons, would you not be pissed if your name was misspelled to be even pronounce wrongly. Yes you heard me right, he misspelled it to even be PRONOUNCE WRONGLY. I will now tell you guys how he freaking spelled my name wrong.

From Nor Elwyn to ..................... Nor Elywin

HOW THE FUCK CAN SOMEONE IN THE RIGHT MIND DO THAT AFTER ALL THE REASON I GAVE ABOVE. 1 semester doing 1 assignment together, gave him my details, and also my name is in the freaking 'planning document.

Now you know how pissed i was. Luckily my lecturer is linient, and would not really mind this silly mistake, but i was freaking pissed at him for doing that freaking mistake. But the next 1 was even worse. Before handing it in to our lecturer. He asked me whether if there is anymore other mistakes in the coverpage. It is only then i realized that my student id had an extra digit behind. Leaving me with the "SPECIAL" student id of 8 digits and not the normal 7 digits. The rest of the group member's details was all find except for mine. He is getting back at me. He really is. I FUCK HIM HIM UP NICELY AS HE PISSED ME OFF SO FUCKING MUCH !!!!!

It was later in class did i realized that i had handed the soft copy via email to the coordinator and my lecturer with the "SPECIAL" student id. I was feeling sooo damn screwed, as i broke down once more because of the freaking shit arun put me thru. Soooo i waited till i could meet up with the lecturer and inform him of the mistake. He told me what i had to do.

I went back home, and as i was driving back home. I receive a message from him. Or actually he send to me 3 of the same message. So i replied while i was driving cos he messages was again pissing me off since i was busy driving and his message keeps on coming in. He was asking for forgiveness and i guess i will let this slip 1 time, but i would swear that if he ever make the same mistake with my name again, I WOULD NOT HESITATE TO BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF HIM. And yes as of late, i am getting really angry far easier than before.

Well, thats about it on the very pissingful moment in my life. And to further add to this boring post which is filled with sooo much profanity, is that my dreads has been totally removed and it is no more. the final pieces of dreads are gone. But worry not, i have another thing in mind. Soon to reveal it, if i have the proper approval from a few people.

Till then, watch out for the future post of the blood.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

The Journey of The Painful Opening

Well, as the title suggest, i am opening my dreads. Slowly buyt surely. But now im left with only 10 dreads. From the 1st initial 29 dreads, has finally drop down to 10 dreads. Well, i know it hurt like hell removing the dam dreads. Well, i guess its RM300 down the bloody drain, and a whole bunch of hair into the dump.

Yeah you heard me correct, a whole lot of hair was dumped into the dustbin. Well it was certainly a whole bunch of hair. I'm sure all the things happen for a reason. Like my dreads, like my ******, and a bunch of other stuff, they all happen for a reason. Well, i know that i have gain some attention from the dreads that i have made with the extreme pain of making it.

With the dreads, there were more people who noticed me, but i guess its time for it to go, even though i wanted it. But the dreads that i had wasn't the dreads that i truly wanted. Because the dreads that i truly wanted wouldn't look anything like the dreads that i used to have, but a more presentable looking dread. They would look far more beautiful than what i used to have.

Well, i think i might give u guys a teaser as to what the ****** is. Hehehe ....



For those who already know, just keep it to yourself. This is because the ****** is not even half way complete. So when it is done, i will post the necessary stuff about it ok.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

The Journey of The Miserable Dreadlocks

The guy next to me is the supposed profesional who is the dread maker, but it is his work that gave way and began breaking apart. Its really sad to see it break. But i'm set on opening it and breaking it apart. A warning, his name is Ezan.

This is the other guy who help do my dreadlocks. Well his work on my dreads were far superior as to the person above whom i called upon to do my dreads and the guy above was suppose to be the professional. BULLSHIT!!!! I have to say this guy is much better since he didnt drip any candle wax on my hair unlike the other guy did.

This was my hair straight after the 4 hours of pain of needling of my hair. Felt like my hair was being pulled out from my head strand by strand. The pain is far worse than the pain i go thru while _________. Owh the blank space is because the stuff i was suppose to say will be kept for a future post.

This was where my dreads were wrapped in aluminium foil and was later burnt. Owh the burning damaged my hair.

This was my brand new dreads. Still within the 1st hour of its completion.

This is me in the Sunway library with my day 1 dreads. Was quite happy with it. Hahahaha

A different angle of my dreads. I like this pic the most, among the dread pics la of course.

This is also from day 1 dreads, as i tie the back dreads with a rubber band. Not bad right?

This is my dreads after sometime, its really nice isn't it? Well too bad it is going to go, as it is breaking off. The later pics are pics of good memories with the dreads.

This is my day 1 dreads with my fren mr Marcus.

This is me with my girl with my new dreads.

This is my fren pui yee and I.

Being cheeky with ms. Li Yi the limau with me and my dreads. Yeah this is all about my dreads.

This is ms Sheau Ruh, also taking pics with my dreads.


And there you go, the stuff about my dreads. Pics actually. Sweet memories of my misery.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

The Journey of A Bad Decision

The journey of a very bad decision. The dreadlocks that i am keeping now, has given me much problems, and though i would usually say i DON'T regret doing the things i do, i might have some slight regret in doing the dreads now. But the regret isnt that much, as more people realize me and remembers me even though i have the dreads not too long ago.

There are a few complaints, but nothing severe. but it is really hard to take care and i guess i have to just slowly let it become loose. Meaning i have to wash my freaking hair.

Sooooo im soo gonna lose the dreads. Guess it shall be a daily wash to wash off the dread wax in my hair. Still got a whole bunch of wax in my hair. Gotta melt it all out of my hair. since my dreads was repair with loads of wax. Yes i know it will be a wasted RM300 but at least i know what to do now. And yes i still have the dread products. Maybe i can provide the dread making service. permanent or temporary also can wan la.

Well, like i would always say, life is short, soooo live life to experience what life has to offer right. Hahahaha that is how life should be i would say. Cos we would never know when we die right. Might as well experience what we can.

And this experience proved to be a good wan and also a bad wan. More bad than good apparently and this is the reason why i shall be removing the dreads pretty soon. Hopefully i can keep most of my hair. And finally sleep on my back.

I shall return once again to give you a little snip it for my next big planned post , "The Journey of Pain". Its a little something that is currently in the process. For those who already know what the hell i am talking about, just it to yourself and just check out for the updates later.

I shall end this post. Maybe in the next post i shall post the pics of my bad decision.

my fellow companions