Who is this Azri Redza?

The title came from the song “On The Other Side” by The Strokes. If you ever felt like hating, being hated or just felt negative, it’s a good song to hear.

Tomorrow, I will be registering for college, and once again I manage to screw up the it-wont-be screwed-up-if you had-done-it-earlier documents. Well, the financial form actually, to be specific.

My mom got so mad when she knew I haven’t completed like, 20% more of the forms. I’ve been through a lot of situations like this, and I could only blame myself for this.

I brought this upon myself. IF ONLY I hadn’t wasted so much time reading manga, and doing some f-ing unprofitable stuffs, maybe I won’t end up being depressed like always, after a harsh scolding from my parents.

Truth be told, I really hate myself for procrastinating, and I have a long history of it which resulted in some motherf-ing situations (like getting kicked from university).

Sometimes, I wonder why am I like this. Why do I not take things seriously? Why can’t I make my parents happy? The why questions often haunts me more often when I am scolded by my parents.

Why do I feel so useless? I’m so sad right now, I feel like ki…sigh, never mind.

I hope something good would turn up for me. Because I know, good deeds are repaid by good things in life.

We live in a very complex world. Sometimes, at SOME TIMES, we may make mistakes that we do not realize and other people does. And that other people just doesn’t have the heart to tell us about it.

Yesterday, I just confessed to my house mates (now ex-house mates) that I deliberately,sigh…( I really don’t wanna type this, but here goes ) FAILED MY RE-SIT EXAMS AND COULDN’T PROGRESS TO UNDERGRADUATE.

Yeah, since I’m telling the World Wide Web ( technically, the whole world ) about it, I might just capitalize everything so that it’s convenient for them to read.

I wanted to write the story here, but I think what happened at 2A,TTS 4/8, stays at 2A,TTS 4/8.

This would be a story only known between some UNMC friends and I.

To my house mates, I’m sorry for everything, since moving into the house, and until I left the house.

To my one and only room mate, I’m sorry for making you mad or making you uncomfortable living in a room together with me. I could only pray for you that you would have a better room mate than me. Thanks for all the things you’ve done for me and all the stuff you paid for me (especially the car petrol).

To the house leader, aka E**y, I can’t thank you enough for advising me through and through, without any hesitation. You really taught me how to discipline myself. And I’m sorry for all the mess that I caused and my calculative attitude about my car’s petrol.

To the Suzuki TXR 150 Panther owner, aka L****n, if you did shed tears after I left the house, I couldn’t forgive myself enough for doing that. Because of my mistake, I literally broke your heart. I’m so sorry buddy, I hope you could forgive me for all my sins towards you.

And thank you all this while, for letting me ride on your motorcycle. I would not forget it, as it was my first clutched motorcycle that I rode and eventually became good at handling clutches.

To the Naza Suria & EX-5 owner, aka F***i, I’m sorry if I did hurt your heart. I know who are not the type that shows his feelings, so if I did something that made you hurt, I could only beg for your forgiveness. Thanks a lot too for showing me around your home town and thank your family for me too, because of their hospitality and those delicious seafoods your mom and grandma cooked. I won’t ever forget you.

Last but not least, to my Northern friend, K***i, we may not chat much or get along much, but sometimes you’re cool and simple, which I find as one of a good way to live a life. Once again, I apologised if there was any hurtful things that I’ve said or did to you. I hope someday, we’ll have a chance to really know each other better.

So now I’m alone at my rented house near my campus, in the summer ( I know, what kinda geek stays at or near school during summer?).

Well,I’ll tell you why this guy(and not a geek) stayed here at summer. Well, actually not THROUGHOUT the whole season. Just a couple of weeks.

So,the reason was, to learn HOW TO USE WORDPRESS. Yeap,I ain’t a tech geek and a little impatient and curious(sometimes), so I decided to ask my housemate (more like paid him) to teach me how to make my own Wordpress blog.

In 2 days,I’ve not only learned how to use Wordpress, I now can even design my own website and design my own website using an automated software.

The main question was : WHY THE HECK DO YOU WANNA LEARN WORDPRESS?

The answer : Simple. Google Adsense.

Yeap, I want to do internet marketing. If it’s just for a personal blog, Blogger.com would suffice.

But to really make REAL money, I figured Wordpress is a better choice.

So HOW do I that?Well, there are lots of way, but I’m so messed up info right now, i’ll just direct you to this website here (please mind that it is in Bahasa Malaysia). It’s my housemate’s site that taught me how to use Wordpress.

Okay then, I think that is all about it.

Summary : The reason I stayed a while at my rented house near campus during summer was to learn how to use Wordpress in order to make some money online.

See you again next post.

Believe it or not, I have been doing all my blogging at Blogger.com since 2008.

Let me tell the journey of my blogging adventure. I first discovered about blogs when I was browsing through the net, several years ago.

Not until last year, few of my friends had their own blog. I said to myself ” Pfft,blog?It’s just a website that enables people to rant, rant and rant about their life.”

I thought that, blogging is a waste of time and useless. I mean, who reads your blog anyway? Your stalker?LOL.

And so countless days pass by, and everyday, after class, I almost had nothing to do. All I did was checked and update my Facebook and watch random videos from YouTube.

When the boredom level reached it’s peaked, at that moment, I happened to be reading one of my friend’s blog.

Out of the blue, my fingers somehow moved itself and 3 minutes later, I WAS POSTING A STORY ON MY OWN BLOG!

I couldn’t deny it anymore, you could really do a lot with blogging.

It isn’t as bad as you think. You could write the day out of you, you could….oops, look at the time!

Seems that I have to continue my story later.

So we’ll see each other then,okay?

Cheerio