Something good from watching TV.

I was watching How I Met Your Mother on the internet like 4 hours straight from 12 am till 4 am just now, after that, Stacked and then Whose Line Is It Anyway on StarWorld. Yeah...I love comedy. 5 hours of laughing your ass off early in the morning...alone....in a dark room...ahhh... Yeah Barney Stinson, UP HIGH!!!

Anyway, today's blog entry would be about relationships; how we do it, and how people in the West do it. Yeah yeah, I know, I'm not a big fan of writing stuffs about lovey-dovey things but sometimes, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do... After watching HIMYM, which is a pretty awesome show, UP HIGH BARNEY STINSON, I must say that how most of us based serious relationships on foundations that are....shakey. Exemptions of my observations, shut up, this entry is not about you. NOTE THE WORD "most"...not "all".

EXHIBIT 1

Boy likes girl. Girl playing hard to get. Boy not confident, scared so he get the girl's number from her friend. The girl somehow overlooks that flaw and find him somehow interesting. They contacted each other, VIA MESSAGES, for a few weeks. Romantic poems here, daily cheesy messages through the phone, chocolates there, a little bit of pixie dust, bang, boom, pow, they're a couple, they love each other. AND THEN THEY DECIDE TO GO OUT ON THEIR FIRST OFFICIAL DATE.

EXHIBIT 2

Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. Both are scared and shy to make the first move. A friend play match-maker and introduced them to each other. Yada yada yada, bla bla bla, pixie dust, BOOM! They're a couple, they both love each other. AND THEN THEY DECIDE TO GO OUT ON THEIR FIRST OFFICIAL DATE.

EXHIBIT 3

Girl likes boy. Boy's confident, handsome, hard to get, and flirtatious. Boy initiated the first move. Girl's practically dying due to over-excitement and will do and say yes to anything to the boy. Yada yada yada, bla bla bla, pixie dust, BOOM! They're a couple, they both love each other. AND THEN THEY DECIDE TO GO OUT ON THEIR FIRST OFFICIAL DATE.

EXHIBIT 4

Girl likes boy. Boy likes girl. Both are confident. Both watch Hollywood romantic movies. Both are open-minded. Both like to take it slow. Both went to more than just one or two dates. Obviously, both have experience in dating and relationships before. Yada yada yada, bla bla bla, pixie dust, BOOM! They're a couple, they both love each other.

Out of the 4 examples, I am willing to bet that the last one would last longer than all the first three combined. That is because they take it slow. One thing about being a couple, we all wanna know our partners better, we all wanna know all them teenie tiny secrets and details that make our partners special. But through the phone? Texting? Words written and shown on a screen? Well, one thing's for sure is that we can only know whether that guy or girl is good with words or not...that's all.

In them first world countries, people get to know others that they are interested in better by going on dates. In fact, they are willing to go on many dates because to them, building a relationship with that special person is a process of trial and error which takes more than just once or twice. They need to kiss lots of frogs before finding the prince. To them, by going on dates, they can get to know the other person outside the responsibilities that are clutching them when you see them everyday at school or college. Because outside of these responsibilities, they will not try as hard as they were to act good, be nice, or be a saint because they felt that this is their time, their space, their rewards and they will use it their way.

They go on first dates. And if they like how their partners looked on the inside, they will be a second date. And things will move forward from then onwards if things are turning to be positive. And if the other partner decides to act like a person he or she is not, as we all know, these people might as well just bloody rot in hell.

Personally, I think that this is the utter most ideal way, or should I say, Idealest...UP HIGH STINSON, for a person to build new relationships, if not serious ones. Because this way, one can see their partners in more ways than one. One can view their partners in many angles as much as them handphones, myspace, or even yahoo messengers could only possibly do...but by going on dates, yeah, the angle is infinite. Am I sounding dirty on something...haha.

And furthermore, people who are serious about relationships care about this little thing I call I-Love-You-ginity. To these people, this thing is like their virginity. They can only lose it once. Because of this, they want it to be really, really, really meaningful and the person that will be receiving it, is one heck of a lucky fella. But for virginity, once you decided that you want to put a hole on someone, or let it be drilled by someone, whether you mean it or not, you will lose it forever. FIST BUMP STINSON...

I once asked my friend a question. I asked him that you said I LOVE YOU to this particular girl, many times, and because we are humans and we can't see the future, let's just say that if one day you two are to break up due to some unknown reason, what is the worth of I LOVE YOU to the new girl some 3 months, 5 months, 1 year, or even 5 years later? The dude is my friend...so I won't humiliate him....here at least...haha.

And words like BOYFRIENDS and GIRLFRIENDS mean something to these people too. They will not go on a first or second date and call each other their BFs or GFs soon after that.

But dude, the things that you are saying, those are for couples that are serious, that actually wanna get married to each other you say? And besides, you're not even in any relationship, what makes you think that you can give us lessons on relationships. Well, if that's the case, all I'm saying, view that three sacred words from a different view from now on. Or tone it done or something. The rights to date someone is totally yours, the rights to like someone is totally yours, I respect that. That is why I never told anyone of you to not like someone or not to go on dates. Most of my friends are either still in school, college, as old as me, or if older, would be at around 20 or 21, I'm just saying you guys should just tone it down a bit...the I love you part. Because people like me are a little bit offended if you guys keep on changing partners like changing condoms...how I wish those people can get AIDS or something...haha.

People, I might be a pessimistic, narcissistic, sarcastic, pathetic reason of a human being. But this human being still believes that love, true love is out there somewhere. In a place where it is surrounded by a tall brick wall, with sentries and dogs guarding and a mote surrounding it with alligators, crocodiles, and piranhas in it... =_=' A rare, miraculous natural phenomenon that occurs only when it receives orders from God personally to do so. A hypocritical romantic perhaps? Well, each and every one of us is a hypocrite so yeah, it's not too bad to be called a hypocritical romantic...or should I say hypomantical....yeah...totally nailed it...HIGH FIVE!!!

Readers, all I'm saying, there will constantly be people looking at those couples who are being soooooo bloody happy in front of everyone else with the green-eyed monster as their friend. They are at wits end thinking how on earth does this dude keep on changing partners..changing soul mates...changing the love of their life at a weekly or months basis. These people are the ones that should be given a chance to be with the partners or their friends, because they view love as something sacred and godsend. But because life ain't perfect, and that badass brick wall with sentries, dogs, crocodiles, and piranhas still guarding this little thing called love, and it have not received personal orders from God Himself to roll out, yeah, these people can only fantasize and hope something good will happen to them...eventually. haha...

So, ladies and gentlemen, there you have it. With that, I'd finished my first ever 21st blog entry in my entire life. Hope you guys enjoy it...cheers.

Who bloody says that size doesn't matter, is a freaking bloody asshole...haha.

Haha...as you guys may get some clue on what this following blog entry might be about, yes, it is, it's about size. Physical size in general and my physical size to be precise..haha. Oh, and I'm writing this particular entry because I saw many people out there, that had this same problem as me, but are powerless to voice out their opinion and rights. I'm trying to help out my fellow brothers and sisters... And I wanna see how many girls will eventually change their view on me after reading this particular entry....(fingers crossed) haha...

Anyway, if some of you guys, not the ones that I'd met, want to picture out on how I looked like...roughly, well, the first thing that I'm most proud of is my height. Imagine me being in the following information first...

I stand at a centimetre ruling of...

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still not enough hype....

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a little bit more...

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this is gonna be legendary....

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180cm!!!! HAHAHA...

I'm proud to say that I'm one of them few Malaysians left in this WORLD that actually reached that milestone height of 180cm because frankly speaking....most Malaysian men are short. And seriously, in Europe, 180cm is like the minimum height you need to be in order to pick up chicks in bars....kening2 ^_^ haha...

So, ladies, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS BLOODY WAITING FOR!!!?? THIS GENE IS LIKE THE HOLY GRAIL FOR YOU LADIES TO GET EXTRA TALL CHILDREN!!!! FAST!!!! And to the ones that I'm keeping my eyes to....you girls SHOULD FEEL LUCKY!!! YOU HEARD??? haha...

And now, let's move on to the physical side of my story that I'm not too comfortable with...my weight. I now weigh in at a kilogram measurement of....

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102kg!!!! hahahaha...haha...ha..h..ah...ha...

I guess the combination of Javanese genes from my mom's side of the family, and my dad's genes, which came from somewhere up north, results in this bloody huge guy named Aiman Aqeem Toreq...or better still, Aiman Toreq...haha.

BUT!!!! Before you close your eyes in disbelief and horror, I need to remind you that I was 123kg like some 5 years ago...back in form 1...waduh...THE HORROR!!! haha.. Aiyo, before this, I was pretty ashamed to let my friends know that I actually hit that dreaded 3 figures mark in the weight department...but after watching House, I must say that, sometimes, you really need to be able to laugh at yourself with other people so that you won't take all things too seriously.

Don't get me wrong...being overweight is a bad thing; you need to wear extra big clothes, extra big pants, extra big shoes, extra big underwears, control your eating in which is a bloody hard thing to do, and the worst thing that can happen, is that people making jokes about you. And I'm still facing the problems of a person that is overweight because the fact still remains that...I'm overweight...

I was pretty stressed out back in my younger years but after learning the fact that if you make jokes about yourself first and better than anyone else can do it, and people actually laughed along with you, people tend to think that you're funny, approachable, and to a certain extend, quite intelligent. I still remembered that when guys make fun of my weight, I'll say things like:

"Tayar pancit? Bocor la sengal..."

"Kete ni senget? Ye ar...aku turun sekarang...jalan kaki balik..."

"Nope....I didn't do anything.." (When the KTM train stopped or turned abruptly)

"Teet teeet teeet...overload.." (When entering a tuna can-like lift)

"Ye ye...aku makan besi angkat telo..."

"Wey...jalan pelan sikit....aku lapar ni...."

And when girls, some of them open-minded ones that actually do commented on my weight, I'll say things like:

"Geli konon...tau ar ko suke...."

"Ok...next time, aku pakai baju yang ketat-ketat cam korangnyer..."

"Wey...aku ade spare tyre tau if the car broke down or anything..."

"Gelak2...makan kang..."

and my favourite...

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"Bising ar ko...malam tadi tak banyak bunyi pon...." ^_^ Get it? haha...

I still feel kinda upset and stressed out when people makes fun about my weight, but hey, at least I know how to improvise and make it less hurtful. Apparently, no matter what people say about not to give a damn on what others think about you, TRUST ME, YOU WILL EVENTUALLY GIVE A DAMN because first, you live in this place call society. Second, body chemicals that will constantly effect your body, emotions, and mind. And lastly, humans tend to be insecure.

ANYWAY...you guys must admit that a 20 kg drop in my weight is a pretty cool achivement. I still have that very, very, very old spare tyre that had been with me for a bloody long time, but at least the spare tyre is slowly and steadily getting smaller right? haha...gelak2...makan kang...

In the end of the day, I'm just saying that to the ones that actually made fun of me, with or without me noticing, with them fat jokes and everything, you guys just keep in mind that it is possible for ANYONE to lose weight....but NOT EVERYONE, in particular Malaysians, can actually reach that 180cm mark.

And remember, with the constant advancement in medical science and plastic surgery technology, in the future, they are bound to be more than one way for me to lose weight the easy way. Liposuction, sauna, gastric bypass, pills, drinks, and them exercise machines that helped you to lose weight even without you noticing are the techonologies that existed today are bound to be more advanced in the future. I lost 20 kg the hard way...imagine what will happen when I eventually do embrace the easy way of losing weight....yeah...I know...one word...LEGENDARY!!! haha..

But what about height enhancement technologies you ask? Oh...yes, first, you have this surgery where the doctor put in a spare metal section into your spine to make you have an extra spine column in order for you to grow an inch taller. Next you'll have the treatment in which they split your tibia into two, and then they'll screw the two section up with an iron bar. Lastly, my favourite. They'll make you go through this radiation treatment to your head in which they'll enlarge your skull, making your head bigger, thus making you look tall with a bigger head...

I have witnessed their capacity for insolence, we are indeed worlds apart, but not like us, there's little to them than just being skin deep. I am Aiman Toreq, and I send this message to any other pugilist out there that are feeling down, lonely, and on the verge of giving up: Don't give in, because if you do, it proves that they are right and what you had been fighting for all these while, are worthless, stupid, and crap.

Recognise that? haha.... It's from a movie...which I'd done a little bit of improvising of course..

Oh, before I forget, to the people that do accepted me for how I actually looked like on the inside, and managed to see through and get pass this 180cm and 102kg frame that so many people find so bloody intimidating about, in particular to them girls, from the deepest of this shallow heart of mine, God bless you...and thank you.

Anyway, to them pretty people that constantly think that they're better than anyone else under the false pretense that their physical appearance is the ideal model for everyone else to follow, thus giving them this illusion that they can give out shameful, hurtful, and shallow remarks about the physical being of others that are not similiar to them, to me, yeah, you guys can do that. I'm ok with that. Because it's your right, it's your mouth, and there's no legal constraint that are present to deny you of that right. I can only peacefuly retaliate by improvising things or to write blog entries about it...like this....haha..

But I'm just saying, this treatment that you guys are shoving to our faces with, maybe, just maybe, someday, it will happen back to one of your family members... Your brother perhaps...sister, mother, father, uncle, grandparents, kids, aunts, nieces or maybe your decendants 1000 years from now...who knows... My point is that, someday, when this shit do eventually happen to people that are connected to you, people that you actually care about, I just hope that you guys too would peacefully retaliate by improvising things or write blog entries....haha..

So, ladies and gentlemen, there you have it. With that, I'd finished my first ever 20th blog entry in my entire life. Hope you guys enjoy it...cheers.

2 movies that made me cry.

I am that type of guy that will never, ever, ever, EVER shed any tears when watching any particular movie....I'm a pessimist...pessimists don't cry watching emotionally gripping movies...no matter how gripping they are...haha.

BUT...I'm still human and those feelings are still within me...mainly sadness and guilt. I will admit that they are only two movies that successfully made me cry...not that whole bloody tears running like a water hose type of crying...just 4, 5, or maybe even 6 drops of tears slowly dripping down my cheeks and of course, that warm and fuzzy feeling inside that made me felt guilty about everything for about 2 or 3 hours after watching the movie...haha.

The first ever movie that managed to bring me into a state of "sadness" was Land Before Time. It's a cartoon movie where dinosaurs could talk and sing. The main character was a Long Neck called Littlefoot, yeah, I still remember the name of the characrter...haha.

Hmmm, I saw this movie in VCD at around 8 or 9 years old. Yeah, at that particular time, my interest in dinosaurs was like...LEGENDARY!!! Dinosaur books, dinosaur toys, dinosaur pictures, dinosaur posters, dinosaur pajamas, dinosaur bags, dinosaur pencil case...you name it...I GOT IT ALL...haha... To be frank, I knew a whole bloody lot about dinosaurs if compared to my friends and my parents combined. But sadly, they were not as interested as me in dead giant lizards, and as time passes by, the interest also faded away from me. And because I watched the first two Jurassic Park movies, Tyrannosaurus Rex; yeah, that big kickass son of a bitch of a bloody giant lizard with bloody sharp razor teeth and one hell of a mouth, at that particular time, was my 9 year old version of House...haha.

Anyway, moving on to the sad part. Hmmm, I was crying like hell when this scene, where Littlefoot's mother, was on her last remaining seconds of being alive after being attacked by a Tyrannosaurus Rex, told her son that she loved him very much and he must remain strong to survive and reach the new nesting ground.

Heck, I was so bloody sad that I was practically a different kid for like 3 weeks. I ate a little, I laughed a little, I played a little, and yes, I cried a lot. And I kept on watching Land Before Time over and over and over again. My parents were starting to worry so, instead of cheering me up by telling me to forget about dinosaurs, oddly enough, they bought the first Jurassic Park movie in VCD and we all watched it together.(I guess I got that perangai pelik characteristic from them.... =_=') And strangely enough, after watching it, instead of hating T-Rex for eating and killing so many people, oddly enough, I kinda worship that kickass dinosaur....haha...dari kecik perangai dah pelik...haha.

Moving forward to a much more recent time period, just now to be precise. I watched Titanic on Star Movies at 3 p.m. just now, and strangely, I felt that feeling that was all so warm and fuzzy inside of me which I hadn't felt for a pretty long time. In particular at the tail end of the movie where the ship was sinking. Strangely, I felt that unexplained feeling after watching that everyone was dying, or accepting the fate that whey will die.

A mother telling her two children the last bedtime story in this particular life....1st drop of tears came down my cheeks.

A couple of old people hugging together on their bed realising that that will be the final few moments they will spend together in this life...2nd drop of tears came down my cheeks.

The captain deciding to go down with the ship...3rd drop of tears came down my cheeks.

A band of classical music instruments players playing some sad music and stuck to their job even when the ship is going down....4rd drop of tears came down my cheeks.

A priest saying verses from the Bible to the passengers moments before the ship broke into two...5th drop of tears came down my cheeks.

Rose let go of Jack's hand to save herself after seeing the lifeboat, looking on to him while he slowly faded away down to the deep dark ocean....6th drop of tears came down my cheecks.

The older version of Rose telling the exploration crew on how 1500 people was in the water wating for 60 lifeboat to come back in which only 1 eventually did so thus rescuing her and 5 other souls...with 1494 others left to die....7th drop of tears came down my cheecks.

And lastly, Rose imagining her being with Jack, kissing in front of everyone of the victims and being cheered on...8th drop of tears came down my cheeks.

I don't know why I just started to understand this movie now. I watched this movie, on VCD like back when I was 12 or 13 years old. But back then, it was only to see Kate Winslet's naked body...haha. Kecik2 perangai pelik...besar2 perangai pervert...waduh. =_='

Anyway, to those of you who didn't watched Titanic yet, do watch it. The acting of Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio was realy, really convincing. For a moment, I believed that true love was still out there somewhere...only briefly though....haha..

So, ladies and gentlemen, there you have it. With that, I'd finished my first ever 19th blog entry in my entire life. Hope you guys enjoy it...cheers.

Second try driving the big ass Toyota Fortuner...haha..

Haha...today was finally the day that my mom trusted me again with the keys to the Fortuner....after that little incident where I accidentally scratch the whole bloody right side of the car because I wasn't quite experienced... And I think rm 300 was really the right lesson for me that when my mom says I am not ready...she's right....she's always right...damn it...haha.

Anyway, I drove the SUV to Alamanda at around 9.30. And I swear to God, seriously, my mother can sometimes be a real annoying pain in the butt.

Aiman, where's your seatbelt!!??

Aiman, area seat tu adjustkan ikut abang...selesa ke tak.

Aiman, jangan maen gear!!! It's AUTOMATIC!!!

Aiman, signal mane signal?

Aiman, JANGAN LAJU!!!

Aiman, today's speed limit is only 40...

Aiman, round about ni...stop kat depan tu...jangan laju..

Aiman, salah tu...jangan makan lane orang laen..

Aiman dah bagi signal ke tak tadi?

AIMAN, SLOW!!!!

Aiman, focus...nanti accident susah...

Aiman, JANGAN MESSAGE!!!

Aiman, don't play with your handphone..give it to me.

Aiman, parking atas...bawah ni mama tak confident sangat.

Aiman, tu, ambik spot tu. No cars left and right. No chance for you to hit anything...(GERAM!!!)

Aiman, dah tarik handbrake belum?

Aiman, dah tutup radio belum?

Aiman dah kunci kete belum?

My ass was like itching left, right, up, down, centre...SEMUA ASYIK GATAL JER!!!! If this is only 30 minutes of driving, imagine, when my mom said:

"Time balik kampung nanti abang bawak....mama nak training abang.."

=_='

Anyway, time kat Alamanda, breakfast MCD, and then my mom went somewhere to do some girly stuffs... And I'm stuck with my brother...AZRYN ASYRAFF B. TOREQ. First thing that crossed my mind...ARCADE. So arcade it is.

I played Battle Gear...he played Daytona. I played Dance Dance Revolution...he played Rock Fever Ex. I played Superbike Racing...he played some dumbass tank game...budak2...haha. And biler time nak balik, he said:

"Abang, nak maen yang dinosaur tu boleh?"

"Duit mane duit?"

"Ape senyum-senyum? Tak de...bazir. Mahal tu... 2 ringgit...nak maut?"

"Ye la..."

I felt kinda guilty...

"Ayin, jom maen tembak zombie tu nak?"

"Buat pe? Malas ar..." (Merajuk konon...tampar laju2 kang...haha)

"Ye2...abang belanja.."

"Yey..."

Yang sengal nyer...bende tembak zombie tu, one more round, rm 2. My brother mati bukan maen banyak kali...and I end up using...

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rm 20...

of my own money...

for him...

We reached the subway level....and to think of it, the dinosaur card thing, would only cost me rm2, instead of a bloody 20... Could it be possible that my brother....outsmarted me?=_='

Anyway, lunch pun MCD...but I cam paw jer my bro nyer makanan...dah pokai..celaka. Tu pun use my mom's money...bertuahnyer anak...haha..

We went back from Alamanda at around 3...and as usual, my mom punyer nagging, BERKURAB BONTOT I!!!! haha...

Anyway, there's this question in my mind. We use Myspace to meet new people right? To make new friends... To rekindle old ones... BUT, the one bloody thing that I hate is that, when I wanted to add a particular person, mostly girls, they will ask for e-mail first... SUMPAH ANNOYING... SUMPAH SAKIT HATI... SUMPAH BANGANG...

What the fuck la wey... It's only your bloody Myspace account for God's sake. You think I can trace you phone number, your home address, and be a stalker by adding you up, looking at your pictures and reaading your "About Me" section? If you do, my God, I do not know what to think of this world anymore...talking about being insecure...

Myspace is about meeting new people and creating new relationships...if there's so many barriers and forcefield for someone to get through first in order to meet and get to know you, you might just as well spend your time in bars waiting for men to start flirting with you...

So there you have it ladies and gentlemen, with this, I'd finished my first ever 18th blog entry of my life. Hope you guys enjoy it...