Piss off, Bitch.

A love letter to Maybank Auto Finance branched in Kompleks PKNS Shah Alam. May you rest in Pieces - Not My Thoughts, obviously. Drench in your tears because rest assured - I will pursue this thing full swing.

"At approximately 2.10 p.m Friday 20th November 2009 I spoke to one of your staff from Kompleks PKNS branch who refuses to give her name all the way through my inquiries. I regret to say that if this kind of behavior is to prevail within your esteemed organization, I'm afraid that your customers' perception of your ongoing efforts will be in jeopardy.

What I was inquiring is my right as a customer who feels that he has been wronged by being overcharged without any credible justification or answers, but calling me names like 'Kurang ajar' and the likes of that indicates more serious signs that something is definitely wrong with your customer service system or that your staff simply lack manners.

Until the person in charge of that particular branch or the staff that I spoke to personally call, explain and apologize to me I will pay only the amount that I deem correct."

Mohd Fakhrolruzi Bin Ahmad
012 - 242 ____

The Pantheons of Epic Cantona
Nota Kaki: Malas nak pk tittle. Fukyu thus.

I've always carelessly told people that one day I'm gonna go watch Manchester United play Chelshit or Liverfool. Yerp one fine day. But I've never really actually believed in that. But seeing a friend's picture at Old Trafford has got me certain that YES ONE DAY I WILL GO WATCH The Red Devils roast The Scouse, preferably to Oblivion. How good is that to watch the likes of Carragher, Torres and Gerrad roasted to purples - right in front of your eyes. Its a stuff of epic.

"..that we bleed just to feel alive.."

That weekend breeze blowing through your window feels so exquisitely splendid on your face when you were busting  your ass around the clock juggling between jobs all week.

Aku Ingin Pulang - Ebiet G. Ade

Kemanapun aku pergi
Bayang bayangmu mengejar
Bersembunyi dimanapun
S'lalu engkau temukan
Aku merasa letih dan ingin sendiri

Ku tanya pada siapa
Tak ada yang menjawab
Sebab semua peristiwa
Hanya di rongga dada
Pergulatan yang panjang dalam kesunyian

Aku mencari jawaban di laut
Ku sadari langkah menyusuri pantai
Aku merasa mendengar suara
Menutupi jalan
Menghentikan petualangan
Du du du

Kemanapun aku pergi
Selalu ku bawa bawa
Perasaan yang bersalah datang menghantuiku
Masih mungkinkah pintumu ku buka
Dengan kunci yang pernah kupatahkan
Lihatlah aku terkapar dan luka
Dengarkanlah jeritan dari dalam jiwa

Aku ingin pulang uhuu
Aku harus pulang uhuu
Aku ingin pulang uhuu
Aku harus pulang uhuu
Aku harus pulang

Thy Illusive Obvious.

I've learnt something that has been so obvious yet eluded us for as long as we can remember. Notice how your grumbling actually has an untold, subtle effect on the people around. And I don't mean it literally, I really mean people around you. The one(s) within your proximity.

Lets say you're grumbling about your parents or your siblings in the presence of your children. They will tend to have negative connotation about the subjects in your fierce grumbling. What I am saying is learn to actually disagree or protest without exclaiming it for the whole world to judge.

It wouldn't help you know that when Raya eves are just around the corner and your children indicate little or no interest to balik kampung and meet their grandparents and would probably backfire, if you should attempt to advice them how this kind of attitude just isn't permitted.

Today Is Nuzul Quran Public HOLIDAY & Here I Am..

Its been a while.

I didn't even write any Merdeka piece for the year. Been even toying with the idea of getting rid of the Blog. But since it doesn't kacau anyone's scrotum's well-being yet, so yea why bother.

See, even as of the moment I'm typing this, my fingers have been running around in circles - between the backspace key and a few letters' key in between. Temporal lost for words have been the theme song for me for quite some time now. Please God, don't let me get immunized.

My mind spells Mediocre at best. Lately everything has been dealt with an excessive dose of Mediocrity. Barrages of movies downloaded just for the sake of downloading and fulfilling the term so Broad a band (read: Broadband). Hence I find myself reluctant to press the Start Menu button and log my PC off. I rarely watch what I download right away, maybe a month or two later, IF they're lucky enough. Capital letters. No mistake.

Books flipped, well literally. How do you flip an ebook for God's sake.

So yea, books flipped for a few pages and then there goes the primary school composition's cliche - "And that was the last time I saw.." - In my case, the book(s) that I downloaded. Am bandwidth freak, neither a movie junkie nor an 8 inches thick glasses bookworm.

Office has never been this gloomy. But even so, days off the office too seem like another extra ordinarily ordinary day - but with a little extra dozing off during the day. And that's it. Oh my God, I can't stop complaining.

And sighing.

Sighs.

The Coroner's Note - Death of Inspiration.
Time of Death: N/A
Current Listen: The Shirelles - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow.mp3

Listening to the current song and I just remembered something of substantial depression. Lately, everything and anything will somehow come to me at the light speed of stress. Be it work, life and the people involved. Words wouldn't begin to justify the intensity of the pressure. Yet that sheer intensity has only rendered me somehow - void. Empty.

Its Ironic, really.

Everything is done and required in a rushing manner. Yet the further the track runs, the more clueless I am of where am going. Have had days where I practically dragged my feet to go to work. Whats more bothering is the fact that the cycle of this confusion has only grown more constant in recent times. Where it used to be once or twice a month - now is once or twice a week.

I've forgotten where I started and what did I start these sprints for.

Dying for Inspiration - even a tiny flicker.

Random Quote.

"The greatest trick the Devil's ever pulled was to convince the world that he doesn't exist.."

- The Usual Suspects, 1995

Same Shit Different Mouths.

Owen's a Devil. What shock.

On the heavier note - Sighs. Sighs. That's all I do. Been taking office assignments home for quite a while now. Its depressing. And this is just an out-of-nowhere, ad-hoc assignment, I haven't even started firing holes in Microsoft Excel's blank sheets just yet. And that is the real deal. The one with a hefty price tag and a deadline. The Monthly Sales Report. But then again, we were taught to prioritize, and this was something that HOC himself scratched his temple projecting at the SGM's instruction.

And it just doesn't help one bit if the surrounding fails quite miserably to grasp the situation. Its so much frustrating, it drains your drive, consumes your will at a whim. Persons firing shots at will without much less a thought, landing to conclusions absorbed by their delusions. Ass-suming. God, you're so good at flame throwing your assumptions, your mind reeks of Ne-cavity (read: Negativity).

I think am getting mushy. Mcm punde-

A Hi Too Far..
Current Listen: Estrella - Ternyata.mp3

I just got back from Redang. Hell, interesting as it was tiring. Roller costing emotional ride highs and lows in a matter of a few days.

It was damn fun alrite, laughters and giggles here and there. The snorkeling is one of the most sexciting experience I've yet to encounter. The friends we made. The beach footballs. The cigs. The ______.

But here's the thing, I met this girl, erm not exactly meet but I first saw her when we were ferrying to Redang and I caught her staring, stealing a peek myself. She was sweet alrite. Trying to hide the fact that she was staring. Lovelily adorable. I'm in love. I brushed away all the probabilities. But its OK, we've got all the friggin time in the whole wide world. So why rush.

Things worked their says in a very mysterious way. Thus making matters lovelier, she stayed at the right opposite of our room with her family. I caught her stare, yet again. I was juggling a ball. Football, you faggots, not mine and I think she was smiling, I was too busy juggling both the ball and my fragile 'cool' front - my sibuk sister nonchalantly went like "Checking out chicks eh ?". Sibuk minah ni. Serius. It was brief, But I was sure she smiled at me. And I never got the chance to smile back, too busy minding the busy bodies around. Brief though it was, I think its Spring again.

From thereon, there we were, playing Illusive Obvious, Peek & Hide between us. After the dinners, the breakfasts and the swimming sessions that were organized for the families. I came to be close with her brother. And after a few beach football and smokes together, I think it was time for me to move. So we went out. Me, the brother and his sisters and a younger brother and my brother - looking for memorabilias of our Redang experience. From one shop to another. We were walking shoulder to shoulder and the gap proved to be too far. I couldn't find a tiny inch of space for me to open up and approach up until she was sitting a few distance away from me. We were finally, painstakingly - alone. The others were busy probing the shop's items. And there I was too, busy sorting out the wars in my head. Hence not a single Hi.

Procrastination Fakhrol. Procrastination.

Its OK - I thought to myself, again. I'll get her digits on our ferrying trip when we go back. Just to find out later when I was hanging with out with her brother that they were ferrying back to Kuala Terengganu at the first sight of a ferry at six tomorrow. Huge, enormous I-D-I-O-T blocks fall over my head. And there I was..

Damned - And a Hi too far.