Every Man For Himself

2011-10-03T15:17:00.002+08:00

"Dude, do you remember Sasha from the Park?" Even with a newly lit cigarette barely dangling on his pursed lips, Jack seems can not shut his whore mouth. The stick wiggles on his lips, and the burning amber at the end of it kinda looks like a tiny person is having a solo rave party on his face.

"Doesn't ring a bell 'cause unlike you I don't associate with Russian hookers." You're not even trying. The dim atmosphere makes everything hazy.

"Hey fuck you man. It's Sasha, the girl we met in the club the other day."

"Ah the big tits girl. Yeah what about her?" Yeah how can you forget about her. She has the prettiest rack you've ever seen in your entire life. Her boobs are not grotesquely huge, but on her skinny body, they definitely stood up like a mega spotlight on shiny new truck. Despite her awesome melons grabbing all attention, somehow you vividly remember her face. She's definitely pretty. Like high school sweetheart pretty. You know when you see someone, you just know that they're sluts? Well Sasha ain't like that. She has a laid back yet cool vibe around her. Even with the grace of her gorgeousness, you feel at ease around her. You don't even have to impress her with you game, because she just make you feel that comfortable.

Too bad she was with her protective and loud bunch of annoying hyenas. You simply refused to deal with those banshees and let this perfect little specimen slipped through your fingers.

"Well I hear she died two days ago" his hands are busy shuffling a deck of cards. "Road accident." Jack offers a detail before you are relieved from your initial shock.

to be continued because i'm lazy

2011-10-03T02:10:00.002+08:00

You shift through all your old photographs. The box marked Jan 2011 tumbles down your skinny naked legs as you scoop the universe and everything in it with your trembling lithe hands. It is an occasion that deserves a dramatic free flowing tears, and yet you feel numb, as if by the grace of God, you are shielded from the shattering pain that you're suppose to feel. But indeed, your heart is breaking into thousands and thousand of pieces. As if the lattices of atom failed to hold their position and the destructive nature of contagious domino effect take place in every direction and reverse.

You are trying to get at least one reason to hold on your hope. One tiny speck of reason that the man you love deserves another try in your heart. Between his smile and his eyes; and by the way he makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the world and his special ability to lit up your world in a single nanosecond, he seems perfect. But he has a flaw that he miserably failed to hide. Motherfucker is lying.

It's true that what you don't know, won't hurt you. And once you get to the ugly truth, man doesn't it shatter your shiny little bubble? Suddenly you're enveloped by layers upon layers of shame. You curse to the high heaven on the lack of way to easily wipe unwanted memories off your pretty little dumb head.

Maybe you deserve it. It's your karma. You found out that he dumped his fat old hag for you. But instead of feeling sad for the poor little fat girl, you feel good about yourself. Yeah, you're a hot shit and he definitely has a good taste. He flaunt you like you're made of Prada, and bitches and hoes were mad jealous at your luck.

Now you need a new game plan. You will cut all connection with him, and he definitely deserves no goodbye nor explanation from you. You will be better, and fuck guys with big cock and even bigger money. You need to get your slut on. Sorry you're not sorry.

2011-08-13T10:36:00.004+08:00

There's an old bridge that connects your side of town with an abandoned tin mine. It is hid from most common folks' knowledge, probably not even shown in Google map. You know this place for the longest time. It used to be haunted, home of spooky spirit that eats children's soul, but you are not afraid of it anymore.

It used to be bustling with people. People doing work that make the world go round. And then after the mineral was exhausted, everybody moved away. When people were not around, the ghosts moved in, and as you grow older, you built up your courage and chased away the ghosts. Now the bridge is yours. A place where you spent countless hours doing absolutely nothing but watching the day pass by. You cried here a few times too. When life got too unbearable, that bridge was your last fortress. There's something soothing about the place. Maybe the spirits are still there, listening to your troubles between your sobbings. And then as if they gave you their understanding blessings, you felt like your pain was lifted and you walked home as light as a butterfly. This therapy arrangement helped you to get through most of your hellish teenage years. And you didn't share your secret with anyone else.

Today is a different story tho. You are not here to tell your story. You're here to say goodbye. The quiet life in this sleepy town smothered you. You're tired of the stillness of this place. The silence of the surrounding seemed so loud that you feel like you're not invited to share a known secret.

But mostly you're running away from that face. The one that you once trusted and cared and meant the world to you. The love is still in your heart, but a betrayal should never be paid with a trust. A trust is a one time deal. Once it's broken, it can never be mend. Or maybe it is your heart that you cannot trust? You tend to be reckless, offering your forgiveness to those who don't deserve it. There's no quota for forgiveness, but there's so much a heart can take. You have to protect yourself. You need to survive.

You stand under the flood of sun light, drifting your eyes into the wide open vista. Without a spoken word, you wish your best regards to your surroundings. To the lake, to the shrub and bushes, to the wind, to the old bridge and to the spirits. Thank you for being a friend. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, as if you're trying to suck the soul of the place into your lungs, so that they will be a permanent part of you. You hope that another lonely soul will take over your place and be the bridge's companion, for you are not going to return back. Ever. This is a divorce.

Good-bye.

Just breathe in and walk away.

2011-08-04T02:02:00.002+08:00

Sometimes the girl stands with arms around the boy’s waist, hands tightly clasped behind. Another fits her head into the curve of his cheek while tears fall onto his coat. Now and then the boy will take her face between his hands and speak reassuringly. Or, if the wait is long they may just stand quietly, not saying anything. The common denominator of all these goodbyes is sadness and tenderness, the complete oblivion for the moment to anything but their own individual heartaches. -

Life, February 14, 1944

2011-07-21T13:10:00.003+08:00

Your skin is mad itching. The week old stubbe has grown into a small goatee that looks rather unkempt. You stop caring about stuff a lot lately. Your room is in a giant mess, you missed your work out for days now, your work is piling up, your personal life crumbling, but you put no effort to make things right. Everything is not worth saving.

2011-07-19T02:45:00.002+08:00

I'm beginning to think that this whole writing thing may be a bad idea.

I started writing yesterday, and so far it has been going really well. It's just I'm so damn lazy.

An overdue resurgent

2011-07-17T05:18:00.005+08:00

Almost two years later, finally I mustered enough courage to revisit this forsaken space and trying to re-live the old habit of spewing mindless bullshit that no one will absolutely care. So I guess a nugget of update is obligatory to dear old acquaintances that I neglect to contact.

What can I say, life is not always on a monotone note. Sometimes I met high peaks but mostly it was just layers and layers of pitless shit slurm. I also have had been stagnant in these couple of years. No major change accept that I look older and I noticed that I've lost that glint of liveliness in my eyes. That's what usually happen when you got older; the fictitious time eats your body and sips your soul. It's astounding really how a man can not grow given the opportunities that lies before him.

Truthfully I have no appetite anymore. What drives me to do what I have to do is the need to satisfy other people's need. If I live in some magical place where I don't have any responsibility, I'd be a hermit who gives no shit to the passing world.

I think I want to take this blog into a different direction. It'll be less about me and the world. No more comments about news and trends. I don't think people need any commentary blogs because a) Nobody gives a shit, really. We all just want our voices to be heard but we refuse to listen. We all are our own sage. And b) I know nothing about current affair; and let's not forget that I'm hilariously dumb. (ps- This is the part where you pretend that you disagree, feigning a terrible exasperation).

I've always been a big fan of words and sentences. They can paint a more beautiful and vivid picture- prettier than Monet, clearer than the latest High-Definition gadgetry; and mostly, stories can invoke your own version of interpretation of how you're going to feel about it. Now I should offer an advance warning that I'm neither trained nor have a speck of talent in storytelling, but I think I'm going to give it a try. I mean shit, other than time and productivity, what do I got to lose right?

This is going to be a suck-fest. I just know it.

Slowly healing or so I thought

2010-08-09T00:18:00.004+08:00

She's gone for over a year, but I actually feel that she never left. I can clearly picture her smile in my mind as if her death never happened. I can remember so vividly her crooked teeth, the back of her neck when she did an up 'do, the naughty cleavage peeking out when she bend over (and I nervously trying not to get caught), the softness of her warm embrace, her laugh, her being there. Every time I spend time with her, I was overwhelmed by her aura. She was sensational. I'm damn proud because I was in a close proximity with the greatness, and mostly because I probably will not achieve such glory.

I know that I'm delusional to think that she's alive, most probably because thinking that she's actually died breaks and rots my heart.

Once she told me that 'when there is love, she'll be there'. And that's why I'm gonna love everything so that she will always be here. On earth.

2009-07-26T00:22:00.000+08:00

Goodbye my love.

2009-07-21T22:24:00.003+08:00

When I was a kid, I traveled a lot with my father. And sometimes he left me on the seat because the bus was so packed he let some lady sat on his seat and stood all the way back in the bus. When I couldn't see his face I started to cry in silence because I thought he left me/forgot about me, and while I was crying I had my whole life planned. But he always get me back. Always.

Journey through China

2009-07-13T14:56:00.002+08:00

What is love

2009-06-22T12:23:00.001+08:00

Leave it to kids to give us the answer:

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A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds: “What does love mean?”

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think…

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“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”

Rebecca - age 8

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“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”

Billy - age 4

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“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”

Terri - age 4

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“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”

Danny - age 7

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“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”

Emily - age 8

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“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”

Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

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“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”

Nikka - age 6

(we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)

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“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”

Noelle - age 7

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“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”

Tommy - age 6

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“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”

Cindy - age 8

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“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”

Elaine - age 5

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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.”

Chris - age 7

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“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.”

Mary Ann - age 4

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“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.”

Lauren - age 4

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“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.”

Karen - age 7

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“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”

Mark - age 6

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“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”

Jessica - age 8

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And the final one…

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said:
“Nothing. I just helped him cry.”

2009-06-07T16:48:00.001+08:00

“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”

- Rumi

I need a validation...

Kanye knows what's up!

2009-04-22T11:18:00.001+08:00

Heartless from kwest on Vimeo.

You're a bitch, you're a mother

2009-04-22T10:44:00.003+08:00

I work with an office full of women, and it has turned me into a sexist guy. The back stabbing, the bitching, the passive aggressiveness... I find solace to the fact that they will eliminate each other first and the last one standing will have my cum all over her face.

Thanks for nothing, fucking bitches!

Susan Boyle

2009-04-14T11:11:00.002+08:00

For a coouple of days, I watched this video like dozens of time. Well it's about an old creepy lady trying out for Britain Got Talent show. Initially, people were laughing at her because of her crazy attitude and the not-for-TV look. I squirmed in my seat, thinking how horrible woould it be when this innocent old lady get slayed by nasty Piers and even nastier Simon Cowell. But the moment she opened her mouth, everone's jaw hit the floor. She has a beautiful angelic voice and a shomanship that would put current Disney's child prostitude-ish talents to shame. I agreed with what Amanda said after the performance. People are quick to judge others by being cynical without looking at what the person has to offer.

And I keep thinking, why does a 47 year old woman (she looks like she's in her 60's by the way) with such big talent keep her talent by herself all these years. If she even tried to breakout even in her 30's, she can be a respectable singer today. Then I remembered that not all people has the privilage to pursuit their dreams. There are other much important things than achieving your selfish personal ambition. Maybe she put her dreams on hold to raise her family or she has something important to do. Whatever it is, her time to shine has come.

shitshitshit

2009-03-10T02:15:00.002+08:00

Its 2.13am and I'm still up in the office doing my shitty job. I just realize that I have the lowest income of all my friends and my life right now is a complete joke. I live paycheck for paycheck, and I don't own anything but my name. I hate to dream, because later when the equation is balanced in my head, I realize nothing will ever happen to me.

World builder.

2009-03-05T17:17:00.000+08:00

World Builder from Bruce Branit on Vimeo.

A brilliant short story. Make sure you watch it till the end.

reunion

2009-03-01T23:18:00.003+08:00

Ever since Doyok's passing, I kept thinking about my old frat mates. I even dreamed about them several times, and later I woke up feeling depressed. Truth to be told, I missed my old boys. We are like one big gaggle of sweet assed baboon brotherhood. Only our asses are actually much much sweeter.

Anyways, I felt to talk to some of them, and turned out they were organizing a tahlil at Doyok's house, which also Nazri's house (he looks the same). After some arrangement, I went there with Muhazrol (aka Puom Kenaboi). About 40 of us turned up, some with spouses and children on tow. Each of us brought along food (well except me, coz I weren't told to bring any, and of course I'm too posh to bring anything, coz I travel light), so there were varieties of foods, from pizzas to KFCs to satays to cakes and stuff. Komeng (the clueless one) and Zaidi (the one who still couldn't pronounce Rs correctly) were the people in charge with the food stuff. So the some glitches were expected.

We sat down, reading our prayers for Doyok so he will be showered with God's blessing and love in the afterlife. I have to admit that it felt a little bit awkward not having him around. I kept seeing his face and somehow I kinda wish that he will arrive with his goofy smile, being kinda loud as usual. I kept forgetting that he's gone. Azrai lead the prayer. He's awesome like that. Somehow we unanimously and subconsciously appointed him as our leader.

After the prayers, we chatted and laughed while having the feast as if nothing has ever happened. I noticed that everyone was putting up a brave face and somehow avoided to talk about Doyok. Pet (aka the receding hairline guy), Cotek (aka the mouth) and Bear-wong (the hairy one) actually just arrived from Doyok's grave, and they told us that they met Doyok's parents. Nazri told me that some of Doyok's stuff is still in his room upstairs and told me to take a look at the room. I waved it away, not wanting to have a dramatic breakdown and shits.

There was Tompel, looking exactly the same as I last saw him at school. And Limje and his wife, still looking like a newly wed in their color coordinated get ups. Romai looked composed and quiet as always. Payit in the other hand looked like a statesman, and most probably will be one. Najib arrived a little bit late because he just finished his job at the site. Jeli, the one who married without no one knowing, looked like Jeli, only a little bit fatter. Speaking of fat, Majikan turned out to be the most chubbiest person there. I even pinched his cheeks. Mat Kacang brought along his famous kacang goreng, which brought along old memories. And there were some old girls I didn't get a chance to talk to. But there's no Doyok.

All in all, it was a bitter sweet reunion. I hope that the next meeting will not be at another funeral. Well, not at the nearest time at least.

Z

2009-02-26T17:02:00.002+08:00

This is what really happened.

Kepada member arwah Z yang aku rasa cam pernah terserempak masa tapisan keselamatan,

Aku antara bebudak Chambers yang ada ngan arwah during his last moments. In fact, i was one of the 3 people whom tried to revive arwah when he collapsed outside badminton hall. Bila aku baca blog korang, aku rasa nak share saat2 terakhir dan apa yang benar2 berlaku pada hari tu. Banyak sangat version cerita sampai tahap mengarut pun ader gak. So, sebagai org yang berada kat situ, aku nak berkongsi apa yg benar2 berlaku. In fact, i was only able to talk bout this after so many times i broke down on that fateful day.

Arwah Z memang suka main sukan. badminton was his last game. walaupun dia reserved and the team had already won, arwah requested nak main gak. So, he played single. Almost perfect game. Every tricks, drop yg dia buat, semuer nya almost 8.5 -9 out of 10. he wont 1st set. Muka kewl giler tapi bila kat luar court tercungap2. Kitorang stopped him from playing in 2nd set walaupun dia leading. Arwah dah nampak cam takder angin. Siap joking, "aku takder angin ler...nampak bintang!"

Kitorang suh dia duduk, kibas2kan angin guna towel n suh dia bukak kasut. Arwah joked lagi: "aku terasa cam pengantin laik, kena kipas2 camni". Lepas tu, bila tengok arwah dah ok sket, bleh berjalan, one of the seniors suruh arwah gi ambik fresh air kat luar. En Din gi temankan arwah.

Aku nya game tak start lagi, tengah jejalan tetiber nampak En Din (crawling on the floor) bukak pintu mintak tolong dia. Aku ingat ker suh tolong angkat barang ker apa...tengok2, nampak arwah Z dah terbaring atas pool of 100plus on the floor. Ingat ker dia kena asthma attack or fit! So, me n en din baringkan arwah betul2, regangkan kedua-dua jari2 arwah, bukak mulut so that he can breathe properly. Masa tu semuer org stopped playing and was outside the hall with us. Anas held arwah's head, looked at me n En Din saying that arwah wasnt breathing. At that moment, we just had to whatever we can. Revive arwah in whatever means we have. Aku tak terfikir langsung that u were almost gone at that moment. Aku cuma buat apa yang termampu untuk selamatkan arwah. Buat CPR.... anas buat kiraan, en din buat mouth to mouth CPR, aku tekan jantung arwah. Hanya Allah sahaja yang tau apa yg kitorang rasa masa tu... We never gave up on you, Z! We kept pumping air to you, 5-6 times. Calling out your name. To be with us no matter what.

Andy came with his car. Drove like madness to Selangor Medical Centre. Bila aku tengok arwah dah masukkan dalam keta, aku turned back and saw few girls started crying. Depa kata kaki arwah dah sejuk. Nampak lifeless. Then, reality hits me...I've lost arwah..I collapsed n broke down.

Bila sampai kat SMC, diorang kata docs tengah mencuba. Aku tak fikir apa2 hanya mampu berdoa dan hopefully miracle would happen. After few moments of waiting, it felt like a terrible nightmare happening slowly in front of my eyes. A team-mate ran towards me crying. The only words I heard before aku collapsed n broke down were: "He passed away..He didnt make it."

Hati aku cam dirobak2...aku ilang sorang ofis-mate, team-mate, junior officer yg aku selalu panggil "boss" sebab dia panggil aku camtu gak dan seorang kawan yang baik. Walaupun kitorang tak lepak sangat, tapi kitorang keje pagi petang sesama kat international affairs division. Tukus lumus layan tensen keje sesama.... Apa2 hal, i treated him like my own brother.

Pemergian arwah Z adalah suatu kehilangan yang kami semua rasai kat ofis ni. Hampir satu ofis pergi raub untuk pay our last respect to arwah. I was glad that i talked to your mom personally bout your last moments with us. How extremely grateful we are to have arwah Z as our officemate. And how determined we are to win that badminton tournament for you, Arwah Ahmad Zulkamal Shahrir. May you rest in peace, Al-Fatihah.

-Words in Memorial-
Norsharin Alias aka Ayin
Officemate, badminton team-mate n friend of

I'm not there

2009-02-23T00:10:00.000+08:00

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight
On the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
My Spirit is still alive…
-- Hopi prayer

My Immortal

2009-02-22T23:21:00.006+08:00

My heart is heavy. I still can't grasp the crushing reality. Last night I was numbed with the news that you are gone. At some point I refuse to believe it, hoping that it was one of sick joke people always played on me. My heart shattered into thousands of splinters, forming a lump of mass that makes me hard to swallow the ugly reality.

Silently I cried in my sleep for your honor. For your friendship that means a world to me. For taking in my sick jokes and giving it back right into my face. For understanding me and having my back when times weren't so nice to me.

Man it's really hard for me to accept this. I imagine it must be harder for the other guys. From now on there will always be an infinite void among us. The brotherhood will never be the same again. I'm sorry that I wasn't there at your funeral. I secretly hope that I was there, but I'm not sure that I'm strong enough. Man, I can't believe this.

Although I cherish your memories, I wish that you would just leave. I wish that you stop haunting me although most of the time, I secretly hope that I can feel your presence. Just come for a minute and say that you forgive me for my silly childish grudge. And tell me that you're ok and in peace with what fate has decide on you. Fucking tell me that you too cherish our friendship and the awesome time we spent together. Don't leave me hanging bro.

I promise you that I'll visit you, some other time when it's not too hard to see with tears in my eyes. Rest in peace, the most awesomest pirate in the world. Arrrr....

Doyok

2009-02-22T02:42:00.008+08:00

I woke up this morning with short breaths, which is weird because I never have that before. Maybe it was cold last night, or my coughing, or something else. After lunch and a couple of cancer sticks, everything seems normal again.

Later, right after I got home from my daily workouts, I got the message that shook the ground under my feet. My friend passed away. I couldn't believe my eyes. Immediately I was swarmed with confusing emotions. I was sad, but I was mad too.

I called my friend who gave me the text. He said that my friend died from a heart attack this morning while playing badminton with his friends. It feels like my senses betrayed me as I couldn't believe my ears. Heart attack? That is just ridiculous. I called my other friends to relay the news and they were as shocked as me.

Ahmad Zulkamal Shahrir, or as affectionately called, Doyok by close friends was my classmate in form 4 and 5. We sat next to each other for the whole two years and he was one cool, popular guy. Basically he was my stepping stone into the social clique because before that I was a selfish total nerd. I was riding on his tail coat the whole time until I could established myself as one of the player.

After school ended, I barely see him, but sometimes when we do, we were best buddies again. We went to different directions. He was a lawyer at an AG chamber, and I went to this dead end. Sometimes last year, something happened and I secretly began to despise him. I cut all contacts with my old schoolmates, ignoring all invitations and whatnots. I guess I just need some time to heal. But clearly, I just wasted the time I had. My heart's aching. I regretted my douchebaggerish actions, but yet I failed to recognize it everysinglefuckingtime. I'm trippin so bad.

His funeral is tomorrow's morning, but I ain't going. I'm not burying my brother.

Doyok, rest in peace bro. Gonna miss you. Al-Fatihah...

I still feel such a sorrow every time I look at this picture.

Update: One of Zulkamal's friend commented on this post, and told me what really happened.

"On the contrary, it wasnt really a heart attack whilst he was playing badminton. It was actually a brain hemorrhage due to blood rush. He didnt collapse at the badminton court. It was after he was stopped from playing, standing outside to take fresh air.

Doc said arwah was like a walking time bomb. It was unfortunate that it happened at that moment. Nonetheless, he passed away peacefully, without any pain and surrounded by loving, caring friends.

Even at his funeral, close friends, colleagues, bosses were there to pay their last respect.

Dont take your life for granted. No matter how stressful it can be, take some time to rest well."

Thanks Sharin for the correction. Would you please give me you email or your number? I need to talk to you. Thanks.

Kiwi!

2009-02-08T19:25:00.000+08:00

This is old news, but I love this animation very much.

cny

2009-02-08T17:28:00.005+08:00

I planned to stay for Chinese New Year despite a rare four days break from work. Other than the independent gene I probably inherit from my father, I am on tight budget, which was why I decided to have a quality time in solitary. A few days earlier, my sister called me to ask whether I will return home because my family are staying at my great-gramps house for a kenduri. I told her that I'm not. Then a couple of days later, my grandmother called to say hi. She asked the same question and I gave her the same answer.

After the call I my mind wrestled to reconsider my earlier decision. Throwing logic thinking and cautions in the wind, I ended boarding a very late night bus to JB. Then I went straight to Pontian in the morning after a night stay at my uncles. I was beyond tired because I didn't get enough sleep, mainly because my night was disturbed by a very loud Persian cat in heat - her partner died a month ago, so she need to satisfy her female urges, ON ME!

I reached my great gramps house and my big fat family were surprised. They were preparing the dishes and souvenirs for the kenduri, and I ended up flaming the satays, all 1500 of them.

After that, I took my mom, my brother and my grandma to the town, had some drinks and food, and brought my grandma a rice cooker because she's not keen with her current 'too modern' rice cooker. Then we went back just before the kenduri started. And I (ahem) slept during the kenduri.

The next day I had to take the KL bound bus because there was no Seremban bound bus left.

I'm broke, but it worth it, as long as my family is happy.

Yuna Room Records

2009-02-06T10:09:00.003+08:00

I came across this myspace music page after reading an article about it in the newspaper. Usually I don't give a damn about indie music, cause most of the time, they tend to have more attitude than actually being talented. This girl, Yuna, however seems to have some sort of enigma surrounding her. I gave her music a try, and I totally love it. She sounds like Feist, without being pretentiously kooky.

Anyway, check her music here. You wont be disappointed.

The Speech

2009-01-21T01:37:00.000+08:00

“People will judge you on what you build, not what you destroy.”
- Barack Obama

Change initiation

2009-01-20T23:45:00.001+08:00

I am watching the President Inauguration 2009

IQ Test

2009-01-16T09:57:00.001+08:00

Let see if you can get these

1. Some months have 30 days, some months have 31 days. How many months have 28 days?
2. If a doctor gives you 3 pills and tells you to take one pill every half hour, how long would it be before all the pills had been taken?
3. I went to bed at eight 8 'clock in the evening and wound up my clock and set the alarm to sound at nine 9 'clock in the morning. How many hours sleep would I get before being awoken by the alarm?
4. Divide 30 by half and add ten. What do you get?
5. A farmer had 17 sheep. All but 9 died. How many live sheep were left?
6. If you had only one match and entered a COLD and DARK room, where there was an oil heater, an oil lamp and a candle, which would you light first?
7. A man builds a house with four sides of rectangular construction, each side having a southern exposure. A big bear comes along. What color is the bear?
8. Take 2 apples from 3 apples. What do you have?
9. How many animals of each species did Moses take with him in the Ark?
10. If you drove a bus with 43 people on board from Chicago and stopped at Pittsburgh to pick up 7 more people and drop off 5 passengers and at Cleveland to drop off 8 passengers and pick up 4 more and eventually arrive at Philadelphia 20 hours later, What's the name of the driver?

answers after the jump..

1.
All of them. Every month has at least 28 days.
2.
1 hour. If you take a pill at 1 o'clock, then another at 1.30 and the last at 2'clock, they will be taken in 1 hour.
3.
1 hour. It is a wind up alarm clock which cannot discriminate between a.m. and p.m.
4.
70. Dividing by half is the same as multiplying by 2.
5.
9 live sheep.
6.
The match.
7.
White.
8.
2 apples.
9.
None. It was Noah, not Moses.
10.
You are the driver.

How I Met Your Mother

2009-01-13T17:46:00.001+08:00

Something worth a smile...

During one episode, Robin freaks out in a restaurant when she mistakenly thinks Ted is proposing to her after she receives a champagne glass with an engagement ring at the bottom. When Ted tells her "That's not mine", another gentlemen at the table behind them says "It's mine", then proceeds to propose to the woman at his table. The proposal between the man and woman was real. The man set up the whole scheme with the show's producers, and told his girlfriend that they won a contest and got to be extras in a HIMYM episode. Instead, he proposed on camera, and the proposal will live on forever as part of the episode. How I Met Your Mother

Watch a mother die in front of your eyes

2009-01-12T02:44:00.003+08:00

Venting or I'll explode

2009-01-12T02:18:00.004+08:00

Barely a month in 2009, I kinda knew that this year is going to be great for being depressed. I mean, what not to love right? The blooming economy, the world peace, the endless personal happiness... its like sleeping on the bed of roses.

I seriously gave up on life. Fuck you life.

I stop reading the newspapers, just because I hate to see dead children's faces used to sell the newspaper. There's too much anger right now. I wish somebody dropped a nuclear bomb on Palestine-Israel and get it over with. Everybody's dead. No more drama.

I'm appalled by the pro activeness of the Arab world. They do nothing! And the Palestinians are their own people. Now I don't feel bad for Arab people who are harassed (as in being search through rectal probe) at every airport around the world. Maybe they deserve it. God works in mysterious ways. Go drink your oil and enjoy your mule dick falafel.

2009

2009-01-02T17:46:00.001+08:00

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
—

Neil Gaiman

2008 lists.

2008-12-29T02:37:00.006+08:00

So 2008 is almost over. It's been a whirlwind year (if there's such thing). These are my 2008 year end list.

I am thankful for...

1. Meeting new interesting people. Seriously, I was in my cocoon for the longest time, and since I'm a very reserved shy person (read: sombong), I usually hid myself in my wall of ignorance. So when I decided to open myself up and have fun a little bit, I was surprised by how much love coming my way.

2. Barack Obama. I love the idea of him. That anyone can lead a movement with nothing but hope. Hope is all we need.

3. Finally growing some balls to do what I always want to do. I hope 2009 will present much more opportunity.

4. Megan Fox and Daniel Craig.

5. His guidance and protection.

Ms. Yasmin Ahmad, the beautiful mind

i am thankful to allah subhaanawata'aala for this ability to love, love, love.

Jumping Jane, the wise cili padi

I am thankful for people and their ability to let things grow and see what wonders they would do in our lives.

Abby, the Cosmic Cosmonaut

I am thankful for every little things that has happened in my life, that built up the person that I've become, the people I've gotten to know throughout 2008 who reflected me in every way they can, for the mistakes that I've made and for the blessings that I've been given. Alhamdulillah. Owh, meeting you lads and lasses for a few times too, finally, and those hugs, I am sincerely grateful.

Ikmal, the awesome kid

2008 has been a great year and I hope 2009 will be a better year and will affect myself in a good way.

Azrul Izwan The KLCC boy

brother, i only have ONE item in my list this year:

1) ME. all this while it has always been about others. people around me are my priority. so much so at times, i neglect myself (needs and wants alike). so there - ME!=)

p/s: if you have your own list, please submit it in my comment box. Sharing is caring.

sun/moon

2008-12-28T04:07:00.005+08:00

I fell in love with someone. This time it's nothing sexual. Phew, at last for once, I'm not a perv.
She is nice to me, and she said that she love me. I know she does. But I do know too that she love somebody else. And I can't do shit about it coz she's not mine.
Sometimes, this relationship feels like the relationship between the sun and the moon. Some how I figured out that they are for each other, a fit pair. Like in the mortal quote of the legendary (and now creepy) Tom Cruise, "You. Complete. Me.". I see the sunlight as the love showered to the moon. However, the sun spread her light to others indiscriminately. She have to. It's her nature. Ok, whatever. I know its getting unbearably abstract and weird.
Whatever it is, I will always love her. It feels like she's the only one who gets me.

Thundercat's Trailer

2008-12-24T23:52:00.002+08:00

This is awesome. Some random dudes made a fictional Thundercat's movie trailer with clips from Troy, Cronicle of Riddick, X-Men, Garfield and SpyKids. Check it out!

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White Christmas

2008-12-24T22:13:00.000+08:00

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So funny.
Merry Christmas.

Corea

2008-12-24T20:56:00.004+08:00

Dear South Korea,

I always thought that you are cool. Your people seems nice and your (young) women are mighty hot. Like, blazing hot. Your football team are one of asia's finest and Park Ji Sung is my hero. I love your movies because most of them are severely romantic where at least one character will die a traggic death in the end with heart tugging orchestra playing in the background. But I didn't know that you are run by a bunch of retards. Hey world, lets point our fingers at South Korea and laugh at it's face! Ha Ha Ha!

South Korean opposition Democratic Party members try to enter a parliamentary committee room as members of the ruling Grand National Party try to keep them out by spraying fire extinguishers at them.
[Link]

sick

2008-12-24T02:52:00.002+08:00

Sick.

the wake

2008-12-22T18:51:00.004+08:00

I'm down with flu right now. It's been a bitch. So much work to do, but I simply don't have the energy.

I came across this picture (above) this morning, and the emotions portrayed in it overwhelmed me. I have lost friends in every stage of my life. A friend each for primary, secondary and college years. I simply didn't attend their funeral. I think funerals are a waste of emotions. And I couldn't bury my brothers.

That is all.

Jon & Kate plus 8

2008-12-21T17:33:00.003+08:00

The other day, I took a break from watching senseless violent viral videos and I ended up watching clips for a reality TV shows called Jon & Kate plus 8. Basically, it's a show about a family consists of a pair of twins and a sextuplets (sex... giggles). Jon and Kate are young parents and because they couldn't have babies on their own, they turned to fertility treatments. First they got a healthy twin named Maddy and Cara. Then decided to get another baby through the same method, and to their surprise, they discovered that they are going to get a sextuplets. Doctors advised them to do selective reduction (which means they have to choose some babies to be aborted) but thankfully they decided against it. The babies were born healthy.

I read somewhere that some people are uncomfortable (or should I say jealous) with the attention given to the children. They argued that children that young shouldn't be given too much TV exposure, which translates that TV attention should be given to Hollywood actors fornication and political bullshits. For me, it's all good given that they got healthy attention.

Watching the show, I totally know why people are calling Kate a control freak. She's a young mother of 8. She has to be in control. And admit it, every young mother sometimes can be quite a bitch. It's their prerogative. If they aren't bitch enough, the kids may turned up into mini divas and assholes. In the latest season, Jon quit his full time job, because obviously the show give them so much money. And people are talking on how this is not a healthy way of living because of stay home parents (because in normal family, someone has to bring home the dough). All I can say is these people are jealous of the Gosselins' luck and fortune. Which parent do not want to spent their whole day with their kids? (OK maybe it is me, but I don't have a kid).

All in all, its a good show. A window for us to understand people with big family.

Quantum of Shoelace

2008-12-17T10:48:00.003+08:00

It seems like everyone hates George W. Bush. In the media, he is always portrayed as this giggling baby faced clueless old man, ridiculed for his foreign policy and economic disasters. Don't get me wrong. I'm not his fan either. But the current incident where whilst attending a conference in Iraq, a reporter threw a shoe at him, is uncalled for. That's not cool at all. All I'm saying is, don't be pissed at someone if YOU yourself, failed to defend your own turf.

And Bush is quite a ninja for a dumb old man.

My old roommates

2008-12-14T16:36:00.005+08:00

This morning (... ok afternoon. So I was lazy. It's Sunday, for Godsake!) while I was sleeping, my trusted handphone was ringing off the hook. I looked at the caller ID and it was one of my old buddy. Usually I don't even care to answer but since he's my old friend, I answered it anyways, coz I was afraid that something bad might happened. Last time when an old friend called me, one of my friend died in road accident.

Turned out he just wanted to say hi. We exchanged our personal news and a couple of dirty jokes later, we hung up. So right now, I want to tell you about my old roommates during my college years.

Our room was quite small, and it's divided into 4 personal compartments and a lounge space. However, it was big enough for us to host thousands of friends for occasional late night talks, or pirate DVD premiere, or private porn sessions (yeah we watched porn, deal with it). The bathroom was down the hall and we had to share it with the entire level. My room was at the fourth floor and the view was great. There's a huge mountain/big hill separating us from the hustle and bustle of the city. In the morning, it got pretty chill there because all the fog from the mountain descends to our campus.

Anyway, I shared the room with three other guys. Before I dwell into my opinions of my other roommates, lemme tell you something about who was I first (or maybe who AM I).

I think I was this really bratty self-centered jock. Why I have so many friends? I have no idea. I played hockey for the varsity, so I didn't hang out much in our room because the whole morning and afternoon I was busy sleeping in classes and I was at the field busting my ass off the whole evening (and sometimes at nights too). We illegally bought a TV and placed it in our room, so the night time was the only time we 'bonded'.

But enough about me. The other guy was Poji, a big guy hailed from Kedah. He used to be skinny, but a year before we entered the campus, he involved in a road accident which unfortunately killed his best friend. He had this breathing problem, so he had to take this traditional herb, which in our final years, we discovered that it contains high level of steroids. I mean, that's probably he was so, fat. Anyways, he is one swell guy. He has this rare infectious laughs that's funny and pleasing at the same time. He's also a very entrepreneurial person. He recruited some of our friends and made a private tuition service for the rich and young stuck up kids. He is a year older than the rest of us, so by default he's THE big brother. Like any big brothers, he sometimes annoyed me with his veiled condescending remarks, like where I place my manly odoured sports apparels, and stuff.

Then there was this other guy, Min, the quietest guy and possibly one of the most good looking amongst our batch. He usually dwelt his business alone, and didn't add much in our discussion except with occasional grunts and giggles. I had this argument with him, and we didn't talked for almost a year eventhough we stay at the same room. This cold war standoff was a test for our ego superiority and I was quietly hating him that whole period. Like a cat, I am really good at ignoring people, so it was a walk in the park for me. We put out our best fence guarding up our territory. It was dramaless, but I assured you that the air was thick with tension when we were at the same vicinity. After a year, I decided to be a bigger man and offered my truce. He accepted it and we are ok right now, eventhough the fallout did effect our friendship.

The third guy is probably the best roommate I had. We shared the same name, but I let him use it coz my friends already called me by my street name (a name too cool to be mentioned here). His name is Kamal Arshad (the guy that called me this morning). He's from the same state as I, so basically we're homeboys. He is just this cool dude. Not affected by the material world, and has a good head above his shoulder. We horsed and teased each other pretty much every time. He called me 'The Beaver/Pak Memerang' and I called him 'The Gecko/Cicak' for some reason. He's really good at football but he didn't try for the varsity team because of the inner political shit in the varsity team management. We talked about pretty much everything. This one time, I was not selected in the main playing roster for my team and I was so bummed, but he said something that made me feel fine again. And like an idiot, I sometimes being a complete jerk to him, but he accept me for who I am, and that my friends, is a true friend.

I still keep contacts with Poji and Kamal though phone calls. Min and Poji are married and reside in KL. Kamal is working in Temerloh. Maybe one of these days, I'll drop them a visit.

update: catcher in the rye

2008-12-12T09:16:00.004+08:00

It feels like forever. I really want to write things up in here, but I just didn't feel like it. No motivation and stuff.

Anyway, here's some update.

Didn't return home for aidiladha. I just dropped a call and stuff. My cousins are expecting babies right now, which is kinda surreal for me. I'm going to be a legit uncle.

Like 2 days before aidiladha, a major landslide occured in Ampang which left 4 people dead (a malay, a chinese, an indian and an immigrant - I know right, so truly asia). Anyways, condolences to the victim's family. I rang up friends that live in Ampang and they all turned up ok. Apparently the hill slope residence is occupied by well to do families and all of them has to relocate somewhere else because the Bukit Antarabangsa area is fucked up for good. In a true Malaysian spirit, shits immediately hit the fan, and fingers were pointed at every direction. I've seen this too many time, and I don't give a damn anymore. Oh, that, and east coast area was hit by flood, but due to lack of drama involved, minimum news coverage was given.

I just finished reading J.D Salinger's Catcher In The Rye. I picked it up at Giants a fortnight ago just for fun. The weird thing is I feel like Salinger was speaking for me. Everything in the book is so me. The anger, the language, the bratty 'tude, the swagger, everything! It's kinda creepy too. I heart this book so much.

And that's it.

work

2008-12-10T02:07:00.002+08:00

why i got this feeling that tomorrow is going to be suck?

Crush

2008-12-04T23:19:00.004+08:00

OK I need to stop depressing myself and stop being a drama queen (eventhough I know, how FABULOUS I am). So this is something totally random happened to me today.

I love listening to music. My ears legally attached to the earbuds 24/7. Mostly I listen to the mp3s I illegally downloaded from the internet, or if I need to check out the new music, I listen to the radio. My fave radio station is Hitz.fm. I actually only listen to this radio station, as I can't stand other radio station's radio jocks (especially ERA and XFresh and Hot FM - shouting DJs are never cool) and only cool people listen to Hitz.fm. I listen to it through my walkman handphone, switching occasionally between mp3s and radio.

ANYWAY, today as I switched on the radio, the first song came out was David Archuleta's new single, Crush. I'm indifferent towards him. I don't hate him but I'm definitely not a fan either. The song is pretty chill, sort of if you want to get into cooties infested school girl's pant chill. So I listen to the glorious nasal voice of Archuleta (what kind of name is that anyways?) thinking this is not as bad as Christina Aguilera's I'm-so-good-I-need-to-scream-every-note voice. After a while, I switched back to mp3 because the commercials were getting unbearable. And after a while, I switched back to the radio, and guess the first song I heard... David Archuleta's Crush. I listened to it anyways, and like half an hour later I turned off the radio coz I need to go poo poo. Later that evening, I turned on the radio, and that goddamn song was the first song up. This happened for a couple more time, the last one was around 9 after I got back from my gym session. I thought I'm going crazy! I'm beginning to think that this is a sign for something. Am I going to be crushed to death, or somebody is having a crush for my hard developing body, or am I going to marry David Archuleta (eww..) and crushes millions of flat chested bratty teenage girls' hearts? I'm not sure.

But right now, I pretty much hate that song.

edit: Happened again this morning (5/12).

Bit by bit

2008-12-04T17:06:00.003+08:00

I died a little inside every day

checker's king

2008-12-01T22:20:00.002+08:00

SO next week is aidiladha, and I already planned to stay here alone and get depressed.

I have a dream!

2008-11-28T16:15:00.003+08:00

I have this weirdest dream last night. I was at a party somewhere, and I grabbed a bottle of beer, and just before I was about to drink it, I realized that I misplaced it. It happened exactly three times, and the I woke up thirsty. The only question here is... whatthehell?

Dumb

2008-11-26T08:59:00.002+08:00

LOL. This is so true. However in Malaysia I think it's not so much about race. It's more of social caste. The way you dress, the way you look, what kind of handphones you use, what shoes you wear. Don't act like its not true.

Dumb bitch.

iBLACK

2008-11-25T15:09:00.002+08:00

When I was born, I was black.
When I grew up, I was black.
When I get hot, I am black.
When I get cold, I am black.
When I am sick, I am black.
When I die, I am black.

When you were born, You were pink.
When you grew up, You were white.
When you get hot, You go red.
When you get cold, You go blue.
When you are sick, You go purple.
When you die, You go green.

AND YET YOU CALL ME COLORED?

by an Anonymous pupil of King Edward VI School, Birmingham, UK.

OH SNAP!!

New Anthem

2008-11-25T00:26:00.002+08:00

Stacks on deck
Patron' on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you could have whatever you like (you like)
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet you're so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you could go where ever you like (you like)
I said you could go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

Hey Jill
You know the old sugga daddy

I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patron' on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you could have whatever you like (you like)
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet you're so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you could go where ever you like (you like)
I said you could go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain't nothin to drop a couple stacks on you
Wanted you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's I swear
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patron' on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you could have whatever you like (you like)
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet you're so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you could go where ever you like (you like)
I said you could go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Verse 2:]
Shawty you da hottest love the way you drop it
Brain so good (good) swore you went to college
Hundred cant deposit, vacations hit the tropics
Cause errbody know it ain't trickin if ya got it
Ya need to never ever gotta go to yo wallet
Long as I got rubberband banks in my pocket
Five six, rides with rims and a pocket kit
Ya ain't gotta downgrade you can get what I get
My chick could have what she want
And go in any store for any bag she want
And know she ain't never had a man like that
To buy you anything ya heart desire like that
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patron' on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you could have whatever you like (you like)
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet you're so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you could go where ever you like (you like)
I said you could go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Verse 3:]
I'm talkin' big boy rides
And big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in yo life
The thang get so wet, it hit so right
Let me put this big boy in yo life
That's right
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patron' on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you could have whatever you like (you like)
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet you're so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you could go where ever you like (you like)
I said you could go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

Hey Jill

Hamster on a piano

2008-11-24T14:37:00.003+08:00

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GREAT! I can't get this song out of my head!!!

edit: Another evil clip

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GET ALL THESE CUTENESS OUT OF MY HEAD!!

Hanya Kau Yang Mampu

2008-11-24T10:35:00.002+08:00

One of my current favorite song.

Ku cuba redakan relung hati,
Bayangmu yang berlalu pergi,
Terlukis di dalam kenangan,
Bebas bermain di hatiku….

Cerita tentang masa lalu,
Cerita tentang kau dan aku,
Kini tinggal hanya kenangan,
Kau abadi di dalam hatiku….

Harusnya takkan ku biarkan kau pergi,
Membuat ku terpuruk rasa ingin mati,
Derita yang mendera kapan akan berakhir,
Hanya engkau yang mampu taklukkan hatiku

Cerita tentang masa lalu,
Cerita tentang kau dan aku,
Kini tinggal hanya kenangan,
Kau abadi di dalam hatiku….

Harusnya takkan ku biarkan kau pergi,
Membuat ku terpuruk rasa ingin mati,
Derita yang mendera kapan akan berakhir,
Hanya engkau yang mampu taklukkan hatiku

Aku cinta ooohhhhhh…
Aku cinta oooooooo…

girlssostupid

2008-11-21T17:01:00.001+08:00

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watching them cry make me a little warm inside
David Archuleta deserve to lose
And who cares about David Cook?

warm fuzzy feeling

2008-11-19T23:51:00.001+08:00

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Hilarious

2008-11-16T00:38:00.000+08:00

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Update

2008-11-15T23:28:00.003+08:00

Its been like forever since I last write anything.. so this is what happened to ma lately.

Now I go to gym. The reason is I think I need to stay healthy. I mean, I smoke like everyday, never drink plain water, eat McD's almost every day and I sleep like only for 3 hours everyday. I've been treating my body like a temple (of doom). So I've been visiting the gym for over a week now, and mostly I do cardio. I've been riding that stationary bicycle like she's my bitch. Once in a while I do other things like lifting iron and shits. I must be the skinniest person there, coz everybody is like an ox. I mean, men do look good with muscle, but when you head appear to look like a pimple out of huge glob of muscles, then its not pretty anymore. Now, I know what to expect for each day of the week. Mondays are fine, not many people coz I bet people are lazy on Mondays. Tuesdays are jerk days, where a couple of shirtless guy with belly hanging out of their tight jeans do their workout. There is this one huge guy who is a total selfish asshole. He hog every machine which I think is unnecessary since he's borderline exploding. But I have no plan to tell him anything, coz I do not want to be the wrath of steroid god. Wednesday is OK, but Thursday is the sardine day. The gym is full on capacity coz it is the sex day. So everybody need to pump out some muscle to impress their sex slave at home. Friday is ok and weekends are so so.

On the non gym related news, my office is moved to a slightly larger space. I'm not happy at all.

Tagged

2008-11-15T22:31:00.003+08:00

So I was tagged by Ikmal...

Rules of the tag:-
1.Link to your tagger and post these rules in your blog.
2.Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3.Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4.Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

7 FACTS!

1. I am actually 150 years old. It just I never aged. That's why I'm so wise like OMG!
2. I was born in a planet called Krypton. Sounds familiar? That's because I'm Kal El/Clark Kent/Superman cousin. We were actually sent to earth by a twin pod, but Kal El was a total bitch, crying all day long and whatevs. So I ditched him.
3. People in Krypton is not only strong and can fly and shit, bet we are also beautiful beings, like superficially. Our slaves look like Naomi Campbell, of course without the tantrums and ability to throw handphones at other people.
4. Girls in Krypton shit daisies, and I understand only beautiful girls in earth shit daisies.
5. Once, I was a close friend of Michael Jackson. But this one time, I couldn't put up with his whining, I slapped the black off him. Bitch deserved it.
6. Obama is my hommies.
7. Paris Hilton, Natalie Portman, Megan Fox and Scarlett Johansson once had my abortions.

3A07

2008-11-12T14:27:00.000+08:00

...which explains why i got no love

The Speech

2008-11-06T11:19:00.000+08:00

Presenting...

2008-11-05T12:56:00.000+08:00

President Barack Hussein Obama

Election results.

2008-11-05T09:09:00.010+08:00

Vote results:

8.00pm (NY) - After the initial scare, Obama is in the lead with 78 electoral vote and McCain 34 electoral vote.

9.15pm (NY)- Results are pouring in an it looks like McCain is having a major whoopass. Obama is leading the votes with 175 against McCain's 34 votes.

9.20pm (NY)- McCain gaining his support from the Mid-west area. Now at 52 electoral votes.

9.55pm (NY) - Obama won Ohio! Both candidates marching forward with Obama (195 votes) and McCain (70 votes).

10.30pm (NY) - Supports are surging for McCain as ballots from mid-west are counted. Barrack Obama is still in the lead with 202 votes followed by Johnny Mac, 114 votes. At this rate Obama's chance to be the next US president is high if he manage to maintain Democrat's turf at Washington, California and Oregon.

11.00pm (NY) - United States of America welcomes the first black US president, President Barrack Hussein Obama.

I bet Oprah is crying her eyes out... wait, scratch that, all african american are crying right now. A truly Malcom X moment. "We can change" is the new "I have a dream"...

results are still coming...

OMGOMGOMG

2008-11-04T22:13:00.000+08:00

Can't wait for Sept '09

Final Countdown.

2008-11-04T20:25:00.003+08:00

These are the father/mother/husband/wife/son/daughter we hate/love/ridicule/idolize for no apparent reason. We believe those hearsays and added our own spices, and passed it onto others.

Good luck and god bless.

Election '08

2008-11-04T18:23:00.000+08:00

It's the D-Day!

Reason #171 to be grateful.

2008-10-30T03:05:00.004+08:00

You have to be grateful because things will not get easier. It will get suckier and suckier each passing day. Its like you are falling from an ugly tree, where you hit pretty much every branch on your way down, and once you get to the ground, cursing in pain, the earthquake come and the earth opens up and you fall into those deep pit less ravine. Nothing's gonna get alright. So enjoy what you have, stop whining and don't forget to say your grace.

I'm kinda guy who see the glass half full... of poops.

Chor

2008-10-28T01:54:00.003+08:00

so this happened last Friday

I used to see this man every single days for two years and I couldn't care less about him. And that afternoon, I was staring at his dead body.

I don't know what to feel, accept for a deep sympathy for his wife who has been awesome to me. Worst thing is, I thought he died a long time ago.

Wassup 2008

2008-10-26T02:24:00.003+08:00

This Budwiser ads was so popular back then when I was in college. Sometimes when I meet my friends, instead of asking how each other's news, we went into a minute long wasssuuuuppppp!!! And sometimes we call each other just to deliver this silly line. It was fun. Like girl's perky breasts, it eventually fades away, and we moved on with our life.

Until today, when I discovered that the boys came out with a satire short video about the same thing but in different current environment. It feels like old freinds reunion. Almost bring tears to my eyes.

I might give my old friends a call.

Advice for young writers.

2008-10-22T17:15:00.001+08:00

Ten tips for teenage writers

Write all the time
I know you do this already, but do it more. Write something every day. Somebody once said that, for writers, the first million words are just practice. With a bit of luck, it won’t be quite that many, but it might be close (and for some people, it’s more).
Don’t write all the time
It may be tempting to close off from the world and just write, but that’s not going to cut it. All fiction writing is really a form of journalism; your stories and characters may be made up, but they should be serving to record your impressions and experiences of the world around you. If you don’t get out of your room once in a while and start living, where are these original impressions and experiences going to come from? Remember what Ezra Pound said: “literature is news that stays news”. So go out and be a news reporter.
Read inside your genre
Many people start writing because there’s a particular genre that they enjoy, whether it’s horror, crime, science-fiction, romance, or fantasy. Writing inside a genre is a great way to learn, because there are stricter sets of rules and structures to follow and copy. Read widely in your genre, from the early pioneers to the latest trashy paperbacks. So, if your chosen genre is horror, make sure that you’ve read both the latest Stephen King and the ghost stories of Charles Dickens and M. R. James. Check out any dedicated magazines, too.
Read outside your genre
Getting a good working knowledge of the development of your genre is a must, but it’s equally important to read other books too. There are plenty of techniques to be learned from every corner of the library, and they’ll really open your eyes to a whole range of possibilities. You might end up writing in a different genre altogether, or you might find yourself coming back to your first love with lots of new ideas. There’s a whole range of books that every writer should have read, whatever they’re writing. Go into your local library, sign up for a library card, and tell the librarian at the main fiction desk to introduce you to the classics…
Get a good dictionary
You’ll need it. These days, I generally recommend the Oxford Dictionary of English in the UK, or the New Oxford American Dictionary (NOAD) in the USA. (While Merriam-Webster is the American standard, the NOAD has more examples of usage, which can be very handy.) If you have a relatively recent Mac, you’ll find that the NOAD is built into the Dashboard.
Settle in for the long haul
There’s a reason that writing has traditionally been seen as an older person’s profession, and it doesn’t have anything to do with ageism. It’s simply that it takes a long time to read all the books, do all that practice writing, and acquire the life experience you need in order to write something really worthwhile. So be prepared to watch a lot of years pass before you’re sitting in that publisher’s office, and more importantly, be prepared to make good use of them. Which brings us to the next point…
Choose interesting work
You really aren’t going to walk out of school, college, or university and straight into the life of a full-time writer. Not only are more years going to pass, but even when you do find that publishing deal, the chances are that it’s not going to make you rich. While there are people who make their living writing fiction—and while there are stories of six- and seven-figure advances, these are rare. Even if you’re a great writer, you’re more likely to be starting with a much, much smaller advance. So think about how you’re going to earn money during that time. Choose a career that’s going to stimulate you and keep you inspired. Travel is a great inspiration, so maybe you can find something to do that involves seeing other parts of the world. More than one writer has learned about life from the inside of a doctor’s coat, or there are the other humanities to be considered: what about something that involves history, say? You can learn plenty about human nature be studying how we’ve behaved over the centuries. Then there’s journalism, which could provide a great training ground for your writing skills.
Avoid drugs
As a writer, your chief tool is going to be your brain. Drugs can damage that tool, so years down the line, they may reduce your ability to write well, or to tell the stories that you want to tell. If you wanted to be a master jeweller, you wouldn’t risk damaging your fingers. If you wanted to paint, you wouldn’t let anything risk your eyesight, so as a writer, don’t damage your brain.
Join a writing group
While it’s true that other people are often irritating and ignorant, their opinion is going to start being important to you sooner or later. After all, you want people to read your books, don’t you? Joining a writing group is a great way to try your fiction out on other people and see how they respond to it. There may be suitable writing groups in your school, local library, or community centre. If you can’t find one, talk to your English teacher or school librarian (assuming you’re still at school) about starting one.
Resist the temptation to self-publish
All those years of improving your skills can be frustrating, and there will be times when you’re impatient to see your name on the front cover of a book. Self-publishing seems to get cheaper every year, but resist the temptation to publish one of your books in this way. You may be proud of your work now, but how will you feel about it five years in the future? Or ten? Or twenty? You’ll probably be very embarrassed. Remember that once it’s out there, even if you withdraw it from sale, it will never quite go away. Another concern is that publishers often like to “discover” new authors and introduce them to the world. You’re going to be a less tempting prospect to them if you already have two or three pieces of juvenalia cluttering up even the darkest corners of the internet.

From The Fiction Desk

LOLpeople

2008-10-22T17:10:00.004+08:00

Cutest serial killer.

It almost looks fun shooting children.

Now, ain't payback's a bitch, Bill?

Bo fo' sho

2008-10-21T23:27:00.003+08:00

Meet the awesome Bo Dunham. I knew this guy a while back. +Yea we were tight. + Anyway, he is the best lyricist ever. Just listen to his beats, you never find a wordplay better than this even when you're playing scrabbles.

Bo fo Sho

walkin my poodles, man it never gets old
with my dogs on my leash i got bitches on the hold,
a first aids kit? thats a rhesus monkey,
i bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie!
get more ass than a giant donkey stable,
got more lines than whitney houston's coffee table,
i get more head than grammar school lice,
i'm like a walkin glacier i'm so decked out with ice.

Did you poop a virgin? cause that shit is tight.
jack ain't black, barry ain't white.
i do drugs in the bedroom, lie on ur back
cause i got the pipe and you got the crack.
though i'm sexually straight, your bound to find,
i'm mentally gay, cause i'll blow your mind.
the parents be snickerin "he shouldnt have written it"
but i'm constipated, couldnt give a shit.

chorus:
My name is bo fo sho,
a born bostonian,
aryan librarian at the WORDsmithsonian
the rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity,
i gave it this little part to give it continuity.

the fellas say
hey moron pass the gin
cause i'm an OXYmoron breathing OXYgen
give me the bottle, i'll chug two thirds
cause you bitches know fractions speak louder than words

and the ladies say
hey fellas i'm keepin it tight and if you play ur cards right you can have me tonight
should i blow you or beat you, brass or percussion?
oh stop, PERIOD end of discussion

chorus...

walking through the garden with food at my feet, picked up the celery but dropped the beat (beet).

we're in the hood ill take what you give me
was einstein's theory good...relatively
a smart queen's kingdumb, it doesnt mix
a litter of literates, a bunch of moby dicks
"get thee to a punnery" o-just to-pheelia
take you with a condomn "stainless-steal" ya.
half a pound of turkey breast, half a pound of chicken tits,
why are only crackers staying at the Ritz?
poverty, racism, isn't it strange,
that only the homeless are beggin for change?
i shocked Sherlock
What, son? (watson) (watt, son?)
Rosa Parks didnt call "shotgun"!
here's a bit of irony
a Ford Focus driver has ADD
How'd i come to master all these things?
like a tampon theif, i had to pull some strings.

find mo Bo here.

The Word

2008-10-21T20:02:00.000+08:00

Have you heard?

fuck reformist!

2008-10-21T15:58:00.001+08:00

I just found a word that describe me.

Deal with it.

Friendster

2008-10-19T04:06:00.002+08:00

Bert: What is the most disgusting thing you ever see?
Clarice Starling: Dr. Hannibal Lecter's Facebook.

Oregon

2008-10-19T03:14:00.002+08:00

Bert: Baby, I just realize that I can't survive without you.
Girlfriend: Really? Because you love me?
Bert: No, because you are my organ donor.

*Stab*

Naked man with shotgun

2008-10-19T02:45:00.002+08:00

Bert: Why are you carrying a shotgun?
Man with shotgun: Because I want to kill the crickets. They make hella noise and I can't sleep!!
Bert: OK, I understand that, but why are you naked?
Naked man with shotgun: They only chirp during awkward silence. Come on grab my penis!

*Cricket chirps*

Naked man with shotgun: DIE BITCHES!!!

Current Politics In Malaysia

2008-10-18T23:38:00.005+08:00

... is boring. But politics in America in the other hand is like watching an episode of The Hills. Ok for those who are not familiar with The Hills, let me give you a brief explaination. The Hills mostly is about LC, or Lauren Conrad, a rich girl from Laguna ~~Bitch~~ Beach. In Laguna Beach, she was like a side character who always get bullied but other rich girls, one of them was the uber mega bitch Kristen Cavallari (whatever she spells her name). So she moved to LA (hence The Hills) to start a new life. She enrolled to some fashion college coz she's like, creative and shit. Along the way, she picked up a roommate, a superficial dumb blonde named Heidi Montag who enrolled to the same college.

Unlike the fake hardworking LC, Heidi is a party animal who enjoyed the blinding lights of LA unlike some redneck place she came from. Ok now back to LC, the 'star' of the show. LC then accepted as an intern at Teen Vogue magazine and befriend with the uninteresting and blah Whitney Port, another intern. She later came to know Brody Jenner, the son of US Olympian Bruce Jenner and half-sibling of Ray-J's porn bitch Kim Kardasian. Jenner brings along his entorage crew and BFF, Spencer Pratt, a scheming douchebag. LC hates Spencer like, totally, coz Spencer told everyone that there's a video of LC fucking Jason Wahler, a douche she fell in love with in her Laguna Beach days. Spencer then hooked up with Heidi, which make LC hate him even more. LC then fought with Heidi, resulting Heidi to move out with Spencer.

So LC had to find a new roommate, and this is where Audrina Patridge came into the picture. Audrina is a dumb brunette with funny eyes whose boyfriend is Justin last-name-not-important, a slimey 'musician'. LC has this knack of disliking her BFF's boyfriend, so she hates Justin too. She later launched this cold war against Audrina, and recruited her former BFF, a chubby Lo Bosworth. Lo tried to win over LC's heart (probably to get her more airtime in the show) by widening the distance between LC and Audrina. Audrina later moved out of their house. LC, ever a mega whore then hooked up with Aurina's boyfriend, Justin. To piss LC off, Audrina then befriend with Heidi and Spencer.

OK let's recap. LC hates Kristen C., Jason, Heidi, Spencer, Audrina and Justin. Wow, that's like, half of the world. *I'm sorry if the story is not accurate. I don't watch The Hills that often.*

In real life, LC is like Hillary Clinton. She is the senator of New York, and was the first lady of America. Upon bidding to be the first female president of US, she had to face Obama, who's bidding to be the first black president. That's like, so gangsta. Then Obama won the Democrat's presidential ticket, like, duh. Obama then has to face the ancient ex-POW, John McCain, the Republican presidential candidate.

Even though everyone was egging Obama to make Hillary ~~Conrad~~ Clinton his running vice president, Obama chosen a more conservative looking Joe Biden, in a bid to make his campaign looks normal (coz making HC the first vice president really make the Democrat's camp looks like a circus). To make GOP's presidential bid look more hip, McCain appointed a female redneck from Alaska, Sarah Palin whose hobby includes guns, hockey, flute and 6-pack. OMG, Sarah Palin is so like Heidi Montag, but with black hair and Tina Fey eyeglasses. Then media attention totally shifted towards Sarah when her virginal underage daughter went preggo. Like some uncool obese high school emo retard, Sarah was subjected to intense bullying from the media (although I must admit, for a pitbull on lipstick, Sarah is actually an above average hot middle aged woman).

OK so Hillary is not like LC, like at all, but the drama is. It looks like Obama may win the race, and have to pick up the shit George Dubya Bush left behind. Good luck with that, brother.

Head over heel

2008-10-18T23:32:00.001+08:00

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

Am I a bad person laughing to near cardiac arrest watching this video?
I laughed so hard, I gave birth.

Lovesit!

2008-10-09T20:40:00.002+08:00

See more Paris Hilton videos at Funny or Die

Isn't it sad when Paris Hilton gives so much sense than the 'others'?

Porn

2008-10-08T17:28:00.001+08:00

For those who never watch "Bookworm Bitches", this is pretty much it looks like.

Biden vs Palin

2008-10-07T01:43:00.000+08:00

Maverick!

Debate

2008-10-07T00:32:00.000+08:00

LOL I agree.

vote or die

2008-10-07T00:22:00.000+08:00

Life Immitates Art?

2008-10-06T02:19:00.004+08:00

If there's no presidential/VP debate, McCain can win this year's election, but Sarah Palin and $700 bil bailout messes the GOP presidential campaign. Anyway, if McCain win this election, America will possibly recreate the real life Commander In Chief, a cancelled TV show starring Geena Davis. Basically the show is about Geena Davis's character (the name's not important-just like any other women politician), who was picked by this president candidate to be his running vp in a calculated strategy move, and that man actually won. Like a few weeks after his inauguration, the prez died and Geena Davis became the prez. If McCain win, Sarah Palin, The Miss South Carolina of Politics, will become the first woman president, because lets face it... McCain is like 100 years old, he'll be dead soon. And I bet Tina Fey will be her body double in public appearance because she does looks like Palin and she's smarter. And Sarah Palin maybe hated her and wanted her to be killed by a random assassin or whatever.

edit: omgz, wtf happened to my english?

Touchdown.

2008-10-05T03:32:00.002+08:00

Just got back from JB bitches. And the first thing I did was checking the email (90 emails), checking my facebook, and reading perezhilton.

Time for porn. Brb.

I'm coming home

2008-09-25T19:24:00.004+08:00

I am sitting in my office alone having ice cream and coffee for my break-fasting coz I don't feel like queuing for nasi ayam. Tomorrow is the last day of work, and my mind is already 200km from here. I want to be at home so bad. Fuck work.

As much as I'm happy that I'm returning home for this holiday, part of me seems reluctant to return home. Not because I love it here, but the fact that I will have to answers thousands of questions about my life I'm not proud of.

It seems like every year, I am the same person, where idyllically I want to be a growing better person. Honestly, I'm quite embarrass to present myself as I am. The stagnant condition that I am today is not what I imagined my life would be.

Sure, I can't wait to meet my whole family. Whole 50 of them. I like how the house overdosed with laughter and traditional culinary orgy, and how I drowned in the happiness around me. I can't wait to see my grandmas and those pesty cute nephews and nieces running around and tripping on each other. I can't wait to silently eaves dropping the latest gossip about certain someone and become the reluctant waiter for my great grandfather's guests. I missed the moment where the men sit around the table and choke ourselves to death with cigarette smoke and talk about manly things like cars, politic, economy and 4D numbers (while the women of course bust their ass off in the kitchen).

It is just sad to realize that one day this gathering will soon end. Every family is growing old, and one day this pilgrimage of celebration will be reduced into a legend. When that day come, all we can do is relive the sentimental moments through stories and smiles.

This hari raya I planned to do the thing I avoided for the past years. I don't care if I cry buckets, I just want to kiss those superpower hands that shower me with much more love that I could handle.

So to whoever who are celebrating this Eid Mubarak, I wish you a very peaceful celebration that filled with eternal joy and happiness. May God bless us all.

Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir Batin.

Much Love and God bless,
Kamal.

James Franco

2008-09-22T08:14:00.003+08:00

James Franco is the shit!
If I was a girl, I will open my legs and offer my virginity to him. He's that awesome.

See more James Franco videos at Funny or Die

The View

2008-09-22T02:21:00.002+08:00

Like most Malaysian, I'm obsessed on how others viewed us, even though sometimes I just sick of this country (political drama, annoying mat rempits, sluts in tudungs, etc). Whenever a foreigner post something about Malaysia online, I will click on that and see what people think of us.

Today when I surfed the net aimlessly, I came across this webpage by a photographer who take amazing pictures. His pictures are breathtaking and mysterious at the same time. He visit Malaysia several time and captured mundane life's moment and translated it into a work of art. You can view his works here.

Travis Barker and DJ AM in Fatal Air Crash.

2008-09-20T23:06:00.002+08:00

This just in, a member of Blink 182 (one of my fave group like, ever), Travis Barker and his partner (not in a homo way) DJ AM, involved in a plane crash just now. They are reported to be in critical condition. The other four boarded in the same plane did not survive.

Ironic, coz just now I just watched Travis and DJ AM performance in VMA '09. Creepy.

More news in the link.
Perez Hilton
WIS News 10

Crazy

2008-09-16T03:17:00.003+08:00

Peculiar. I have this weird things happen to me. Maybe I'm just crazy or something but I have this urges other than sexual urges which is weird.

1. I'm kinda having an alcoholic cravings eventhough I never drink. I really want to try B25, Clit Licking Cowgirl and Cock Sucking Cowboy (These names are real, I'm not even joking).

2. I really want to smoke salvia, eventhough the strongest drug I ever use is paracetamol and the dopest smoke I ever had was my father's Benson and Hedges.

3. I want to rewatch Eyes Wide Shut again. I watched it a long time ago, and I forget what the movie is all about. All I can remember is Nicole Kidman taking a shit naked.

4. Somebody told me that there's a man in bear suit giving a guy head at the end scene of Stanley Kubrick's The Shining. I have to watch that again too.

Men's Rule

2008-09-12T11:38:00.003+08:00

Read this site.

Ramadhan update.

2008-09-09T06:10:00.003+08:00

Ramadhan is the month of detoxification. Physically and spiritually. It's almost 10 days into Ramadhan and I think I'm failing in the spiritually part. Ok I'll get to that part later. Anyway, before Ramadhan, I figured out that I need to have a healthy foods stacked up in my room, coz obviously I need all the energy to face the day. So I brought a bread toaster, for toasting bread obviously, and a blender for my protein shake, coz I'm damn too lazy to shake them protein. I also bought protein shake, powdered milk and sugar for, you know, the protein shake. So almost everyday, I eat and drink toasted bread and protein shake for sahur and break fast.

For your kind information, I'm kinda lactose intolerant, even though I LOVE dairy products. So it is inevitable that after an hour of consuming those milky contortion, my stomach starting to make weird sound and nasty explosive diarrhea ensured. For every meal, I will at least visit my favorite toilet stall twice. This however did not deter me from consuming those product which basically squeezed out from innocent cow tits.

I also have to give up smoke for the day, but I retaliate by transforming myself into an organic chimney in the night. I would consider myself as a were-smoker, if you would. Anyway, during the day, I'm not thinking about smoking at all. Them cigarettes are my bitch, not the other way around.

Ramadhan also suppose to be the month of prayers and good deeds. I have not face any problem at all in the evil talking department as I hardly talk to anyone. But I've been lagging behind in the worshiping area. I missed many prayers, coz I'm like hibernating all the time. Which is bad. I need to see the light.

So anyway, it's still the early period of Ramadhan, and I hope everything will change for the good. I'm not having any fun at all, and I think that's the idea of it. I do wish a happy and peaceful ramadhan to everybody. Ramadhan kareem.

p/s: I almost give up today, but I stick on the plan.

Tom Brady eff'd

2008-09-08T12:07:00.002+08:00

Tom Brady, the ultimate jock, was injured in Pat's first game of the season. Later, the internet was flooded with news that Brady will not be playing the whole season. Patriot going to be so suck this season. They built their strategy around Brady, and now that Brady is gone, they're so fucked.

Go Giants!

New kid on the block

2008-09-07T08:48:00.001+08:00

nuff said

2008-09-05T00:19:00.001+08:00

How to give a speech like Hillary

2008-09-04T15:17:00.001+08:00

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

wait.. Since Hillary is not relevant anymore, let's just retitled this vid into "How to give a speech like my teenage daughter is a pregnant slut".

Time Bomb

2008-09-04T04:35:00.004+08:00

8.00am: Wake up
8.30am - 4.30pm : Work sucks
4.30pm - 9.00pm ish : Sleep
9.00pm - 10.00pm : Dinner
10.00pm - 1.00am : web surfing/porn
1.00am - 2.00am : Late Dinner
2.00am - 5.00am : Web Surfing
5.00am - 8.00am : Sleep

P/s: surprisingly I don't miss my Marlboro very much

wake me up before you go go

2008-09-01T21:57:00.000+08:00

totally make me smile

Coconut crab

2008-09-01T04:22:00.002+08:00

I'm so having a nightmare tonight...

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