jUst A tHougHt

I was astonished with what I saw yesterday. I was standin’ at the LRT Bandaraya waitin’ for the train that headin’ to Sri Petaling.

Train headin’ to Ampang arrived first. A women with a wheelchair came out. With her, a disabled friends, 3 of them. Helping each other. Hand in hand.

I thought only 3 of them. But, no offence, I saw a guy ‘crawlin’ out of the train. Not crawlin’ actually, he walkin’ like a duck because of her short legs. Both of it.

I felt sorry for them. So sad to see their appearance. How they walk their life in this unfair world.

For a moment, everything seems so empty. Nothing.

I’m not perfect but at least I can use all parts of my body.

For me, this kind of person got a very high level of confidence. We might call them freak, but, still they can walk in front us that so called “perfect”, without feelin’ uncomfortable by doing so.

So, people out there, stop humiliating this community. We’re all the same. We're human being.

p/s: but for them who are using their disability to become a beggar, come on, GROW UP AND MOVE ON!

swallow it slowly please in C minor

Do or not to do?

Be or not to be?

Short question but required long answer.

I’m in between. Solutions keep on runnin’ in my mind. I have to decide. This is my future.

Face it? I’m a loser.

I’m not denying anything.

I’m not literally well.

I’m a late man to arrive.

You seem to be my only soul mate. Affirmative

Right or left? Left is more rebel and outspoken.

I am a cancer. destroyin’ your systems.

Move it slowly. Don’t wake me up. I hate 0550 hours.

Queue up please. I can’t hear you. I said in line goddamn it!

Hyper sex. do it. do it. Stop. It killin’ yourself

God save your day. Say thank you. Politely. accordingly

Your cheap ego thrill! fuckin’ retarded.

Shit! I’m racist. Damn.

Shit! you Ass HOle!

last nite i forgot to watch, i think, the very entertaining match between Nadal and Gasquet. i fall asleep at 1945 hours and woke up only at the prize giving ceremony part. dah nak abis pun.



the trophies was given by our Deputy Prime Minister and his big a** wife. it was damn embarrassing part actually. it seems we're not well organized and well prepared. these 2 dumb ass looks like a stupid. plus our gentle Sport Minister. i think she just wore slippers last nite. macam orang kampung la! one of the prize last nite was a Wau replica in the box..a glass box. and when Rosmah hand over that replica to Gasquet, the glass surprisingly, easily, tercabut! hehe...ye la kan. malaysian product! everything so kelam kabut. why-lah macam ni. this event supposed to be a very outstanding event. the ceremony should be world class. come on! we got top class player in the house brotha!



last, the tak masuk akal part was, they air-played Negaraku after all the pathetic prize have been given to both of them. huh?!! we're not the winner brotha. and to sing our National Anthem is not an appropriate thing to do. the winner punya anthem la bang, not ours!



to Najib, Rosmah and Azlina, go home and study. everyone look so blur. hish!

YOU'RE LIKE THE PADDLE BREAK THAT I DEPENDED ON

In the year 2000-2002, I experienced the very challenging moments in my friendship. We broke up. Sounds silly but that is the truth.

It’s all about music that make us bond together tightly. But sadly, these kinds of things always happen and keep on happening; back stabber, envious, lack of trustworthy and no respect. We grow up as a bunch of teenagers who sharing the same passion for music. We get caught by the police in 2002 because they thought we’re doing some ritual thing related to black metal. Hell no! It’s a gig. We’re doing gig moron!

We still tight!

But that actually make us apart. I’m the only person answerin’ all the nonsense, they interrogate me, while of all my friends don’t give a fuck about it. I’m facin’ it alone because they don’t want to drive the same ship together. I sunk. That indelible memories taught me what is the real friend really are. Until today.

Different story.

But friend is the most valuable thing to me. I only understand deeply what ‘brotherhood’ means back in Kuala Kangsar. We’re really tight. We’re building the biggest networking in Malaysia. And we actually did! I can’t wait to meet them in 2009. Why 2009? it’s like a tradition for us to “Kembali Ke Sekolah” after 10 years after we left the institution. It’s time for us to re-unite. Reunion! Kuala Kangsar….i’m fuckin’ miss you MUCH!

Love your friend.

~i'm short on time~

i'm short on time. fuckin' depressed!

Shit, that all I can say. I already received the repercussion from not doing a decision based on my own. I’m stressed with my work even though there’s no tough job so far. But, the dull environment making me sick. I don’t know how to decide now. I’m in dilemma. If I’m quit, I don’t know what to do. Even there is something I can do but my family will think otherwise. Should I follow my heart or agonizing myself by following their decision?. Ya Allah, please help me. Show me some light in this hallway. Because, I can’t see the end of the tunnel. The worst thing is, there’s also no light at the beginning. I feel like I’m in the wrong channel in the tv show. I always do a peculiar thing to overcome this feeling, sitting in the toilet; play game to have a winning feeling; writing this entire nonsense story and so on and so forth.Decision, decision…

What should I do? Of course my parents against my decision. They put much hope on me. But, unfortunately their youngest child wanted to resign early. I also can’t help myself. I have no feeling towards this job anymore. Who should I blame? Myself for not being tough or my poor decision earlier? I don’t know. Things become too complicated now. If I follow my parents’ decision, I die. If I follow my decision, they gonna be a very sad parents on earth. But I’m the one who suffer. Wait! Is it because I have no confident? Well, I do think so. But the problem is, inside, I don’t want to admit. I’m such a discreet wimp. Help me please. My love gone. She don’t know what happen to me. If she does, she gonna get mad too. She might say I’m stupid for letting this once in a lifetime opportunity. But back to the basic, no one knows what happen to me. Should I take a risk? I’m confident I can get a new job soon after I resign. But that is only my feeling or should I say a vague hope. I want to go back to customer service. I applied for tourism and I hope I will get that job. I think I love meeting people. So I should find a job that related to it. I like things that keep on changing everyday. I don’t like to write a letter, in the office for the whole day. Having boss that has no fun. I’m going to become a runaway executive soon…hehe. But maybe this is just a beginning…who knows?
Time stop tickin’ but everything faster

hati kosong, akal terpesong

di sebuah gedung membeli belah.

watak : ayah, mak, adik

mak: adik pilih la baju cantik-cantik. adik kan cantik :)

ayah: anak ayah ni dah besar. kena pakai cantik-cantik. ambik je. ayah belanja ni.

adik: adik nak baju besi. ada tak? boleh tak?

ayah&mak: KENAPA(?)

adik: nanti abang dah tak boleh "pegang-pegang" adik lagi.

kosong.

what?!!

bloody lrt is damn too slow today! why is that? seems like the name Rapid KL not really "rapid". hurry up brotha, i got thing to do.