TRIP 2009!!!!

Okay.... So many of you have been asking about what I intend to plan for a trip, and so I finally decided to do something about it. If we all wanna do a trip this year, I was planning on making the usual trip, preferably an Island somewhere East or West coast.

Simple get together of all the seniors and juniors, fun time and meeting new people. You are encouraged to bring friends, because bringing them helps reduce the cost of the trip. Also, I have confirmed with Kak Long that she will also be coming for this trip.

I have a very good contact within a travel agency, and for me to plan this thing requires a few thing specified from all of you. For starters
theres;

1) Location
I was planning on Perhentian or some other Island or as Adzroul suggested, all 3. So I most likely want feedback. We've got a wide variety of choices, so I'll most likely take a majority of votes here.
No, we're not going anywhere outside of Malaysia. I don't want anyone to go through the trouble of immigration problems or I might end up getting deported back to Indon for no apparent reason (those who followed me to Tioman would know.) For the moment, the initial idea is PERHENTIAN but it is SUBJECT TO CHANGE depending on the response. The location is largely affected by the

2) Budget
Most importantly, I know a lot of you are already working, but the ones that aren't working have their constraints, so I would like feedback from you guys too. The budget would most likely determine the activities we will do for the trip, (i.e. There's a budget plan where we rent no hotel rooms and bring our own tents, which cuts of cost about RM100)
For now I am aiming for a budget of RM280 WITHOUT spenditure, so be prepared for any changes.

3) Time
Father of all events, and the main reason why I haven't planned a trip until now, is hoping that all of you working to meet day ends meet would clarify if they are free on JULY to AUGUST 2009. I believe it's a good date to set for this trip as you have AMPLE TIME to plan for it and I will try to make it on a date where there is no school holidays. Please don't abuse this FREE TIME.

Getting back to me as soon as possible helps me plan this thing for better success, so if anyone needs to contact me, I've had the same number for as long as I've had a line (+6012-2052016) The faster I get feedback, the smoother the operations can undergo. (God dammit, some of you people are working already. Dedication. DEDIKASI!!)

For the people who do not have Facebook and are out of my usual means of communication (Saifuddin, Dalia, Kak Nisa to name a few) , I have posted this thing on my blog (http://evilzil.blogger.com) so I will leave it to your duty to inform them go and visit the site and respond with the little comment button at the bottom of the post. Rest assured I will check these messages from time to time and all your feedbacks will be zealously entertained and the conclusion will be carried forth.

SO, as a Conclusion, if you want to plan a trip, please tell me the LOCATION, BUDGET and TIME and I will get of my arse and see to it that we can come to some agreement.

Until then, Wasalammualaikum, Peace Out, Oyasuminasai and the likes of it.

Your Captain,
Heizil Hazhan


P.S. Mintak maaf untuk mereka yang tertido kerana bingung baca, tetapi saya terpaksa kerana kalo saya tidak speaking, korang pasti lagi bengang dengan Saya.

Debt of Society

NOW THAT SUCKS!!!

Squatter Houses and a Hippopotamus

"Man... And I thought I had funky dreams." was something I commonly hear from people. And then there's also "Dammit you're lucky. All I get is static blur." But if there's one thing I enjoy other than those mixed up messages that visit me while I'm asleep is putting it up here and see if the general public can understand the state of my mind.

Recently I had a really funky and imaginative one. Mom was fishing out sea creatures that looked like a Hippopotamus head attached to a fish (that's Fukken SURREAL) and it called out for other hippopotamus and it started charging towards her. We all later got inside our family car and drove off to Genting Highlands. The thing is you can definitely tell it was a dream because the road before Genting Highlands was a large crater, really large crater with a bridge across it. The catch is that the bridge was made out of a Six-storey squatter house. In that valley, the squatter-house bridge thing stood as a monument among other smaller squatters houses of logical size. I still remember driving over zinc and aluminium roofs, wondering how is it the the denizens could live with many cars driving above their roofs which were 5mms thick. When we reached the end of the bridge, the draw bridge was up so we had to come down to the squatter settlement and waited until it came down.
The community you found there was nothing short of amazing. 'Orky' buildings and devices made from what seemed to have been the largest scrap metal city, definitely a vision of a fallout universe.

Then the next thing I know, some mechanic threw a car door at me. It slammed into my right arm before I grabbed it, and then I woke up.

I thought that story was fairly amusing and couldn't wait to blog it down once I got the chance. When suddenly, during an afternoon nap that ended almost an hour ago, my collective little head decide to give me another show.

So... The story goes...

The Emotional side of me paid me a visit again, this time in a form I really dreaded given my current predicament. She who will never be named and comes in the many forms throughtout my slumber had always existed, long ago since I was a child. Tonight she came, with friends who also comes in different forms, and actually decided to have an outing with the gang after I selflessly sacrificed myself to not attend an important talk 2 hours from now, just to be with her. So there I was, with Hamsa (I swear to God Machaman can sometimes represent the Spiritual Guru in my dreams), her, and surprisingly, My Parents. My Parents, being my parents, could already tell the feelings I had and was already on their process of supporting me through my quest with the winning of a heart. Dad though carrying a carton of cigarettes, and told me "I'll support you financially but I'm not going to give you cigarettes." Damn. Even though it was just a dream, I felt like their representation in my head was a little too accurate. Nonetheless they had been happy to see their son moving along in life, and to them that was all that mattered.

When suddenly, she dissapeared from my sight. Hamsa comes up to me and says "Did you pass her a Valentines Day gift?" and I said no.
Then suddenly it hit me. A stalker. Someone else had recognized her beauty and she suddenly went into hiding, afraid to ever run across an individual that caused her so much grief. I ran as frantically as I could, hoping in some way I could save her from her plight. But when I found her, I was heartbroken. The ordeal had scared her so much that she cut her lovely hair, the one I liked so much, short, and distant herself from any man from loving her ever again. Unapproachable by any means, I withered into the darkness. Later I saw her image in every woman that passed by me, but I knew somewhere out there that she will never be the same again.

I knew it wasn't my fault that she had suddenly disconnected herself from me. She had simply been afraid of the danger that the other individual posed. And by the time I woke up, I was in state of helplessness and confusion, with an unresolved emotion going through my head.

A Fear of not being able to mend a broken heart.

If I could

I'm not sure what is it with me and the idea of immortality. It could be the way I look, my writings and fantasies, or even personal experience. Curious as I am to how my life may turn out, I only wish I lived longer so that I would see more days to come.

Given the chance, I might think twice about dropping that immortality pill.

Quote of the Day
Live like you're going to die tomorrow
Dream like you're going to live forever

Flowers of the Sky

I feel as though I pretty much ditched my friends when I decided to join some other friends for New Years. But Epul was pretty persistent to following me to the curve despite several warnings that the place will be jammed as hell. In the end, two groups of different aspects collided, and I was torn apart from joining my loyal friends, whose almost been the same for the previous years, or people I knew, but don't share anything in common except a study place. In the end, I choose to hang out with the latter to celebrate the coming new year.

I felt bad, but there was this obsession in my mind that kept telling me that certain person I was looking for was somewhere around in the corner, and that I have leapt at every opportunity to come around and meet her. The first opportunity I had was knowing that someone within the latter group of mine seemed to know. I decided to stick with them to dig some info. Mum always told me to keep my groups of friends separated from one another, so that I can always put up a different face whenever it comes to dealing with several types of people. It helps, keeping people at a certain distance so that you're not too needed and at the same time still be able to reach out when you need help.

But... At the end of it... I lost myself in the moment of conversation.

So I guess, for the moment when the clock struck 12am, A New Year came. I greeted it with a different personality as I did before, feeling in my own sense I have become better than I was for the past year, and that the years did bring some change to the very core of my being whether I knew it or not. Thus, with opened arms, my back on asphalt, and my eyes on the colours of the flowers in the sky, I greeted the New Year in a state I should have been for the past 3 years....



...Sober.


Song of Today: Poets of the Fall - Overboard