Thursday, December 27, 2012

"Football, Bloody Hell!"

Sakit perut betul la tengok MU main. We played like shit for a large part of the game. Of course scraping wins such as this, they say, is a mark of Champions. But have some empathy for the guys like us, the fans who wish we could have kicked the ball ourselves but had to settle with kicking airs instead, out of sheer frustration. 

Sir Alex's selection to guard our suspect midfield is befuddling to say the least. Our whole gameplay looked lethargic. Yes, the midfield issue has been an open secret whole season long, in fact, 2 or 3 seasons back. But starting Giggsy and Scholes has made Newcastle looked like Barcelona when we know what we needed is energy and penetration against one of the more physically built team in the PL.

Of course I'm gushing with happiness with the win but 1 or 2 more games such as this, I'll probably have to get that insurance package from Anna sooner than I thought. Damnit United! 

"Football, bloody hell!"

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Sunday, December 23, 2012

You

I want that face.

That smile.

And I want them in their entirety. 

I want YOU.

Right here.

Right now.

Where you belong.

Home.

To US.

Fuck. I miss you SO.

edit: ..and with you I left my Better Half.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

So Long Fatty Tho I Know It Was That Fateful Accident You Blame Everyday But Its NO ONE's Fault But YOURS Fatty!

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If this isn't inspirational enough, then I dunno what is

Today's the FIRST day of my Projek Kur- well you know what, fuck all these naming conventions. Whenever ever my mind goes into hyperdrive and overdosing on mental masturbations, I come up with all sorts of names, all of whom were pretty much doomed to oblivion because of all these pre-planning which involves another, much bigger planning - which, If I'm honest here, at the end of the day amounted and dissipated into the abyss nothingness.

So to cut the crap short because I'm in dire need of my daily dosage of Futurama to cater my addiction and because my old hip insists on reminding me its age every chance it got. And not to fucken mention I hate typing with a laptop because my PC decided to ditch me in search of a better loving partner and I quote (my PC) - "I'm looking for a new adventure.."

Well good for you. Oh shit, I digress, its all the laptop's fault for reminding me how such a bitch her goddamned keyboard is with every 3 words I typed.

So yeah after long fucken overdue and sleepless nights I've embarked on a journey of NO fucken return in search of a land where Fakhrol is tall, languid and slim taf gila, tapi tak macam Awie!

40 minutes this morning. Another hour lepas Maghrib tadi. So long fatty! So if no else is proud of me, fuck yeah am proud of myself!

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Liverstool = BIG Club = I Pissed LOLs

There will be no love spared for Liverstool in the event of their defeat. Why are these fucks even crying over spilled milk is beyond me. I mean right after you ran your big mouths too. And still stuck in the dimension where they are a reigning champions with 5 European titles under their belt.

But to put your club in the same breath as other big clubs. Now, that gotta be some high quality shit you're fucken smoking. Must be.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Savoury

God, I'm such a slow slow starter. I'm still savouring, and as a matter of fact, savouring it more and more with each passing day ever since that match. THAT win.


Tevez proving the cunt he is.

The win has got all the flavours a United fan could ask for. Beating the fucklots at their home. Tevez coming in and was initially thought a saviour only to eventually concede a freekick that prove to be the decisive moment for the derby match.

Also him coming in and quickly getting into the thick of things and acting in a direct proportion with the ugly prick he is, as quickly; kicking Jones, getting involved in heated face-offs and running like a headless chicken, as if winning could come with brawns alone.

And most fucken importantly United being United, leaving it late, coming back from behind and in the process got.. Can I get a drum roll here please ?

CITY FANS THINKING THEY COULD'VE SOMEHOW WIN THIS!!!


You thought that for second, didn't you ? Didn't you ? Muahahahahahaha.

Almost had you didn't we ? Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh

That right there, the moment when you had them in the clouds, only to snatch it away soooo late the game. That is the juice. Platinum gold right there.

Stupid fucken Ciddeh fans thinking that they could, within the smelly feet distance, sniff an unprecedented win, peg us one back right under our noses - or to the least - a draw - and that was of course until Robin Van Perfect hit it home. Thanks to Ciddeh's pathetic chief antagonist-somehow-pathetically-turned-saviour, Lord Ugly Tevez tripped Rafael's leg just outside the penalty box and gave United a freekick deep into the injury time.



Another classic example why its not hard to hate these fuckers. Ciddeh, producing degenerates since inception.

"If RvP was to be asked where would he prefer to take his spot kick from, that couldn't have been to far" was the commentator's remark prior RvP's goal. And so it was, in what was to be one of the sweetest victory over our noisy noisy neighbours. 

And of course, how could have I commit such travesty and omit this.

Ciddeh was unbeaten on the Etihad ground over 38 games prior to the match. Pretty impressive stuff, I initially thought to myself, until the commentator added "stretched over 2 years" - pooffffffffffff - what the fuck - that was so funny, I almost peed myself. A Ciddeh fan listening to that must've been wondering what did he do wrong to deserve such condescending under-mine. Wakakakakakak. Even a neutral commentator feels fitting to take a dig at Ciddeh - albeit accidentally on his part.


A cunt fans getting into a tussle with the stewards and policemen. What better way to bent your frustration than to a totally unrelated parties, right ?

United. Demolishing Ciddeh's hope since 2010.

Muahahahahahahahahahahahah.

Biasa Ah Fakhrol

I can't sleep after my usual 15-minutes nap-went-awry and midnite Nescafe (after more Nescafe during the day, not to mention). So what else. You thought of some bullshit that leads to another prolific bullshitism. 

So in relation to the first quote that I think classy, I thought of something better, if we're in parallel universe per se;

Porn is temporary, keras is permanent

Wakakakakakakakakakakak

I really need to get some sleep. Like seriously. Like dead serious. Like right now. OK now I'm gonna go do that serious face in front of the mirror.

OK I lied. Off to watch the newly downloaded Manchester derby match again. Weeeeee

Monday, December 10, 2012

The City Is Ours!

Yeah fucken right the city is yours. Where are all those yapping mouths when the derby's done and dusted ? United bought them referees ? You were lucky daddy was there to save your arse from further embarrassment. One clear goal disallowed and a penalty waived off. We bought the ref ? Fuck you. 

"Form is temporary, class is permanent" 

United. For life.

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Dawn of 2012

The dawn of 2012 has brought with it a couple of mishaps for me in the form of dislocated shoulder, ANOTHER accident and more recently (last night , actually) a swollen gum which in turn swelled my face and so bad I couldn't sleep all night long (just by thinking about it brings about the spoooooks :/ )

So yeah, 2012 hasn't been so nice to me. Oh well, have I been nice enough to warrant kindness from it is the question I should be answering. So thank you God, for your countless blessings.

Off to Taiping in a couple of minutes. Well, another fixture which brings about a mixture of feelings I couldn't grasp upon.

So laters  skaters!

Friday, December 07, 2012

Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Depressing

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Well this is depressing. Baju keje dah ketat macam apa. I don't feel so good about myself no more. Problem is I lack the drive, the one thing that carried me through when my limbs have deserted me way way way back. I lack that old drive that's transformed the fat, insecure kid from the picture above to that still slightly insecure, albeit with a little less fat kid I was and perhaps still am - minus the kid part.

It also doesn't get helped by the fact that I pretty much can't use my left leg as I used to as much as I'd like to after that fateful bike accident almost a year ago, speaking of which, is just 10 days away from a year anniversary.

I don't like this state. I hate it in fact. Its just that its sooo frustrating to think that I can achieve all that I want just by hitting the treadmill and push my limit like its nobody's biznez as I always have when I hit that borderline picturisky (yep, picturisky, NOT picturesque) state. In fact its the only thing I know to do when faced with volcanic gastronomic explosion - when you ate everything and anything that smells like Ajinamoto and whatnot. 

And its frustrating to know that you perhaps won't be able to do any of those heavy, ground hitting cardio exercise that have been paving your ways to the road of self esteem or at least, something that looks like it. Trying other methods of exercise is frustrating due to the fact that it takes twice the effort with only half the result, second. But more than anything, it is the  fact that you're admitting that you're in a way handicapped - unable - helpless - call it what you may - its admitting defeat. Which in turn, turns you away from any sort of trying - which trust me, as frustrating as it may sound, would at least save me from feeling that long, eerie road of recovery might just be too long for you, in your current state. Simply put, to avoid from feeling disappointed by trying - I thus, resort not to try at all.

Which is still frustrating like fuck. I'm twisted. Don't remind me twice. I know.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Tanah Tumpah Darahku




I thought I didn't care. But oh well.. =)

"I love my country, but I hate the government"

- Anonymous

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Good Ole' Days..


Sometimes I find myself missing the good ole' days. Where shit was simple and everything were smiles. Even though I know that is all deceiving illusions, perpetrated by the technology of still pictures. But tell me I didn't look happy here; 



or here;



Well, that is all just part of growing up. Being in the current situation means I had evolved from that position to this position. Heck, even a mob boss finds himself in unenviable positions at times, yeah ? 

So raise the glass up for the growing ups and keep the albums tight for later times.

Jatuh. Bangun. Senyum. Masa untuk terbang...

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Happy Birthday Sayang!

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Remember in those dreams we share
In our darkest hours, we swear..

That we shall never forget the Where
Just because the From is so hard to bear

Nobody promised thee that it'll be easy
But thou smile with thy pain so evidently

In time and place where weakness is understandable;
How'd you draw such strength is nothing short of incredible =)

You are neither my joy, my pain nor my everything. Make no mistake
You're simply the joy of my pain & simply the every breath that I take

I love you not because of your sweet starts
But those fights to the bitter end is how you beat the hearts.

There I go again with this mouth-diarrhea
When all I wanted to say was a simple Happiest Birthday to ya!

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Viva Palestina!

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Israel Laknatullah carried out a siege on Gaza, by first killing Ahmed Jabari, the head of Hamas’ military wing. Allah be with you brave people of Gaza. Allah be with you ya Mujahideen. Within our prayers, always you will be my Muslim brethren. And a teary farewell to you Syahid Ahmed Jabari, Insyallah.

"O Allah, send floods and destroy them.

O Allah, send gale-force winds against the enemies

O Allah, shake the ground beneath their feet.

O Allah, cause their ships to sink

O Allah, cause their planes to crash.

O Allah, create division and disunity in their ranks.

O Allah, make them fight amongst themselves.

O Allah, fill their hearts with terror and fear.

O Allah, humiliate the enemies. Crush the enemies.

O Allah, destroy them like how You destroyed the ‘Aad and the Thamud.

O my beloved Allah, send Your angels and assist and help the mujahideen of Islam.

O Allah, give the stones which they throw, the power of atom bombs.

O Allah, wherever in the world the Muslim Ummah is suffering, come to our assistance.

O Allah, bombs are being rained upon innocent women, children and civilians.

O my Allah, homes are being bulldozed.

O Allah, aid the Mujahideen and our brothers and sisters in Palestine, in Afghanistan, in India, in Bosnia, in Chechniya, in Kosova, in Kashmir, in Iraq and in other parts of the world where they are facing tyranny and oppression."

Monday, October 29, 2012

Another 2.30 AM Post




Its half past two.
& the only thing certain is my thoughts of you.

You left me thrilled even when you're not around

You make me smile knowing just what might come abound

Your smiles, your scent and the endless possibility of you.

We laugh, we cry and most of all we thrive in the senility of us two!

We despise authorities, we break the rules

Total disregard for the status quo
The two of us & the world's but a byproduct 
We're the dynamic duo!

So in case you're wondering

What the hell I am doing still up at half past-two 
Its your fault
I'm missing my Better Half of this crew :)

Saturday, October 27, 2012

2.30 A.M

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"You're the last thought in my head at night
And the first one when the sun in sight.."

You're my loveliest Hello and my hardest goodbye
Lets go take a ride. Ask me where, don't ask me why!

But first let us sleep, for in the sleep we dream :P
Narrow streets of Paris where we sip our Coffee-N-A-cream!

Funny all those lines I said when all I wanted to say to you
Was how much I miss you, this half past two. :P

Friday, October 26, 2012

"Ajax Wipe The Floor With City"

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What a nice fuckin sound to it. It doesn't get old that. "Ajax Wipe The Floor With City". I'm a fucken dumbo for not capturing the screen of the headline yesterday. Knowing fully well of headline rotation at ESPN Soccernet. Anyhoo, an Ajax fans' version of The Poznan (which btw wasn't City's to begin with, apparently there's a reason they called it THE Poznan, you fuckin cunts!) mocking these sad, pathetic plastics of fans will do. I mean, any fuckin Poznan other than those fuckards' disgrace of a club is always welcome. 

A club with NO history whatsoever, even their best celebration is the one copied from others.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

On Wayne Rooney & The King of Old Trafford



Wayne Mark Rooney is a hard man to for you to feel about. Not making much sense ? Yeah, perhaps. But tell me what should I feel about a man who put United on a ransom and treating the club I love so disdainfully yet orchestrates the play so vitally in the dying moments of United recent lost to Spurs. Part of me wants to forgive him. The other part of me - He's just another player who happens to play for United.

Then on he goes on about this;

“I hope it is time for me to show I am a senior player and that I can lead the team.”

“I understand the scrutiny I'm under and I have no problems with that.”

“Hopefully in the near future we will be coming out of a tournament and you will all be praising me because we have won a trophy. That would be great for everyone.”

“It's especially important now, when we have a lot of young players in the squad. I always try to speak to them and offer advice.”

“I always remember what Sir Alex Ferguson says about how Eric Cantona was such a big help to the younger players at United.”

“It is something I can look at and try do for England, to try to help them. Hopefully I can bring the best out of them and they can bring the best out of me as well.”;

about how he would love to be the next Eric Cantona. ERIC FUCKEN CANTONA. I can't help but feel validated, that, parts of me are whispering how he loves United so much that wants to be like the Last King of Old Trafford. I wanna believe that he's changed. That he's no longer the Scouse cunt who wanted out so badly - and worse even, to talk to Manchester Shitteh. Manchester fucken Shitteh.

"I see no wrong in him aspiring to be Cantona. In fact I find it flattering that he inspires to be like Old Traffords' Emperor. Makes me, a United fan feel validated. I was one of those who thought I'd never forgive him for putting United on a ransom and wanted him out no matter what. But now am starting to see why Fergie insisted on holding on to a player like him. How important a figure he was in changing a lackluster United side to a sheer dominating force against Spurs (albeit unluckily, we lost the game)

Keep working hard Roon, who knows maybe one day all would be forgiven and you could sit in the pantheons of United's history."

My thoughts, on I want to visit Old Trafford one day to see United play, a United Facebook fanpage.

Saturday, October 06, 2012

Next Gameweek's Gameplan


I wanna do this.



At the backdrop of this;



Williams or any players from Swansea have been nothing but liability ever since the departure of Rodgers to Liver fucken Stool. Thus, if not for the "The moment your urges tell you to do something is the moment you hold back from anything your urges tell you to do - for a while" advice I keep passing around and telling myself, I would have sell both Williams and Michu right fucken away. Michu has been yellow card happy for I dunno how many weeks already. And maybe selling them would be the right fucken choice too, considering that prices do drop and of course, rise. Hrm.

Sabar. Sabar. At least let the current Gameweek finishes.

p/s: And maybe I should consider throwing a cheap keeper as well for what good is a pricey substitute keeper, rarely, very rarely am I gonna use them, unlike defenders.

Friday, October 05, 2012

Adorable!




I'm getting soft (well, whether or not I've been hard is NOT up for debate! :P) - Btw, hell yeah I think I'm getting soft. I was pondering if I should have a new label - Adorable; for all these fluffy fluffy creatures I post here in this blog. Btw, isn't that simply adorable ? Its so adorable I wanna chew that tiny basterd's ear off!

Saturday, September 29, 2012

From The Desk of The Draft: 31st Aug 2012



“If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.” 

-Claudia Ghandi

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Bigger Things

There are things bigger than You & Me
I let You go.. Even when I heart Thee

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Assfield Asswipes

From United to Liverstool. There's no love lost between these two. And though not much for my liking, the way we won last Sunday. I'd take any points off the Scouse bastards at Anfield any fucken' day. Fuck it if we had to win so ugly that we have to crawl our ways into a goal. And its always a pleasure beating you fucken' scums at your own ground, you ugly schmucks.

p/s: And oh by the way, for all your braggadocios and a sense of entitlement, how does relegation zone's oblivion treating you ? I hope its not too sunny for you hideous goblins down there.

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh  kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Adele - Someone Like You (Live at The Royal Albert Hall) 


Its Someone Like You. Yes. But Adele's performance in this is just so... The vexing pain is visible throughout the entire song sung.

"I remember you said sometimes in love it lasts, sometimes it hurts instead.." 

You could literally feel her pain when she said those words. Get your tissues or get an alibi - for I guarantee you. You WILL cry.

And if not, well. Of course I care, right ?

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Too Much Time In Your Hands



What twat of a Gameweek. All my gambles fumbled. And fumbled pretty badly. Remember how I was foaming my mouth on how I wanna incorporate Hazard and retain Kagawa in the same team ? And remember how I was religiously preaching about how the smart guys always hold on to things that they seem to think will violate their intellectual beliefs, if they were to let go of those stuffs ?

I did just that.

I held on to Kagawa in false hope that Hazard will perform BAU (business as usual) and in the process I had to sacrifice the prolific Demba Ba and Ashley Cole.

This is how thing went the down. All the way fuck down.

Cashley Cole > Jenkinson - Cost: 0 | Return: 2 (+2)

Demba Ba > Sammy Amoebi - Cost: 4 | Return: 0 (-4)

McAnuff > Hazard - Cost:4 | Return: 3(-1)

And to top off a wonderful weekend, Ba scored 2 goals (acquiring 9 points in the process and tak masuk bonus lagi) and Cashley managed a clean shit (acquiring 8). That's a total of 17 had I not make those transfer. That's 17 + 5.

A total of 22 points lost due to my 'insightful' transfer policy. Chewah, transfer policy!

But this game is like surfing la bang, sometimes you went out and met a lot of waves unscathed, you go home feeling like champion. And other days you go home what the fuck happened, was I born a loser ?

If you're too twatted-up to make a decision, then all the fucks are on you. On the other hand, what I learn is, what I really really learn, is that throughout the course of the season some Gameweeks are gonna suck so bad you're gonna think there's something wrong with earth's gravity (sorry, just had to do it, the cheesy similes, else I wouldn't feel complete. lol). But if you hold on to a pretty much the same set of players, you're gonna see that these players DO accumulate points. Sure, there will be Gameweek where Ben Arfa scored 2 and streaks of when all Ba did was score 2 (damnit Ba!) but throughout the season, when the points have accumulated, I was tapping my temple last season, why the hell did I let go some of these top top players.

Thus, arriving to the learning curve, OK I forgot what I was gonna say. Happens a lot when you're typing on a whim. But, hold on to these players, Future Me, listen, hold on to them. Quick wins are alrighttttttt and sweettttttttt of course, but if one were to look at it from a bigger picture, you'll see that if you don't transfer around that much (thus costing you 8 points in the process EVERY.FUCKEN.TIME) - these players do score. And quite amazingly - when the dust settles.

So screw you.

Author's Note: Of course, coupled with the fact that Ferguson's rotation system proves just too risky for Fantasy Managers to incorporate United players in their team. RvP was a captain who were drawn upon for the final 20 minutes, how much could he do anyway. Kagawa didn't even play. So there you have it.

Friday, September 14, 2012

WTF

I dunno what the hell did I enter yesterday ? lol. I was actually just testing the 'wishlist' label since I can't find (stupid Blogger!) it - but I was pretty sure I did an entry earlier in regards of something 'wishlist'. Turns out I did. And the joke is on blogger.com since I can't find it. Seriously, please review your Search function. Hell yeah I might be the one who's technologically illiterate here but of course its still your fault - your failure to educate me.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

"Its NOT A Gift Its A Miwworrrr!"



This is just too darn darn darn adorable. If I had a daughter I imagine her to be something (err.. something ?) like this.

The 2-year old toddler Leah, had apparently broken a pact she had with her father about not revealing the mirror gift they had come up with together. The idea was she's gonna keep the "miwworr" a secret from Mom until Mothers' Day arrives. Leah, being a child she is had apparently been anxious to tell Mommy. So she came up with a strategy of her own, killing two birds with one stone;

she was going to tell Mom about the miwworr and hide it back. How smart. Why haven't I thought of that ?!

Excerpts from the most adorable Mommy-Daughter conversation (some that I could catch due to Leah's perfect perfect pronunciation)

Mom: You're gonna show me what ?
Leah: *adorable inaudible*

Mom: *chuckles*
Leah: Here it issss! See ?

Mom: What's that ?
Leah: Its a present miwworr!

Mom: From whatttt ?
Leah: From you! (LOL)

Mom: Who made it ?
Leah: I did. I made this all FOR YOU!

Mom: Leahhhh, thank you! Is it for my Mothers' Day gift ?
Leah: No, its not a gift its a MIWWORRR (LOL I laughed so hard during this part)

This made a bit teary. Who the hell cuts onions during the night ? Sheesh!

Lovely lovely conversation between the girls. I'm sure they're both gonna cherish this moment they shared together as they grew older.

Should really capture loads and loads of photos and videos of my little ones for this kind of moment of brilliance :)

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

:)



These days I don't even know the song that I have in my 2000 strong playlist, well more actually, but God, I download album after albums but that does not mean I'm gonna listen to the whole lot of them.

So, I stumble upon this song - very easygoing melody, delightfully light music. Makes one smiles, albeit a melancholic one. Truth be told, I don't even know what its saying. And upon Googling, I found out that's its one of those K-Drama OST. So must be either Yan's or these kids' punya kerja. Heck, its enjoyable nonetheless :)

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Paris

I'm just too lazy to type, starving like I dunno. But this author capture my thoughts quite exactly..
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Posing "Kami-Sudah-Berjaya-Anda-Bila-Lagi" dengan Tok. How I wish this was true:(  photo 2bc8c9d61ca14d11feb2682678cecc7d_zps1b491196.jpg
This was before the Gangnam Style was even invented 
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Just because I look serious - Doesn't mean I'm not! 
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Pose standard dikala melancong. Tak buat nyesal. 
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Note: Above are some of the pictures of my recent business travel to Paris. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have.
"Paris is a phenomenal city and with all its rich historical past and great architectural monuments it attracts more and more tourists from all around the world. But first of all it is considered as the most romantic city of all times! A lot of great and well known writers, poets and artists were inspired by the beauty and sophistication of the Eiffel Tower, Louvre Museum, Notre Dame de Paris, Versailles. Its narrow and amazingly beautiful streets make you want to wander all day around this wonderful place and then stop at some secluded café, taste a dainty dish and have a glass of exquisite French wine and that’s the right way to feel the Paris from the inside. It is impossible not to fall in love with this city from the first sight. It will never make anyone feel indifferent!"
Life Goes On



This song used to make me teary and is still true to this day. Still one of the best lyricist the world has yet to see. Tupac lived his short years to the fullest. Doubt that too many people can achieve what he did living the life which he never get to see 26. That fateful night on Sept 7, 1996.

How many brothers fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left
But life goes on.....

[Verse One]

As I bail through tha empty halls
Breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring quiet y'all
Incoming call
Plus this my homie from high school he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
Life as a baller alcohol and booty calls
We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall ?
Raised as G's, locked out and blazed the weed
Get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me
2 in tha morning and we still high assed out
Screaming 'thug till I die' before I passed out
But now that your gone I'm in tha zone
Thinking I don't wanna die all alone'
But now ya gone and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death I'm drinkin' Hennessy
While tryin' ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass
When you passed....Cause life goes on

How many brothers fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left
But life goes on.....

[Verse Two:]

Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell
You blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L
Time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole
Imagine life as a convict that's gettin' old
Plus with the drama we're lookin out for your babies mama
Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
Life in the hood, is all good for nobody
Remember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties
Me and you no truer a two
While scheming on hits and gettin tricks
That maybe we can slide into
But now you buried
Rest nigga cause I ain't worried
Eyes blurred sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
Tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm
So we both ball till' my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace
Thug till I die

How many brothers fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left
But life goes on.....

[Verse Three:]

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it
Let the hoes that I used to know from way before
Kiss me from my head to my toe
Give me a paper and a pen
So I can write about my life of sin
A couple bottles of Gin
In case I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah
Nobody cries when we die
We outlaws let me ride
Until I get free I live my life in the fast lane
Got police chasing me
To my niggas from old blocks from old crews
Niggas that guided me through
Back in the old school
Pour out some liquor
Have a toast for the homies see we both gotta die
But you chose to go before me
And brothers miss you while you 're gone
You left your nigga on his own
How long we mourn
Life goes on...

How many brothers fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left
But life goes on.....

Life goes on homie
Gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
Last year
We poured out liquor for ya
This year nigga, life goes on
We're gonna clock now
Get money
Evade bitches
Evade tricks
Give players plenty space
And basically just represent for you baby
Next time you see your niggas
You're gonna be on top nigga
Their gonna be like,
Goddamn, them niggas came up'
That's right baby
Life goes on....
And we up out this bitch
Hey Kato, Mental
Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin' when we get up there
Don't front.

Friday, September 07, 2012

Marah

I am so pissed right now I get dizzy from trying to hold back from lashing out at someone. Therefore, I maybe have to try and write it out. So here I am. Nak meniaga buat cara nak meniaga. If you don't have the courtesy to reply my message at least try and pretend that you're fucking busy asshole :)

Tak sangka tahan marah pun boleh pening. And God, N8 what perfect timing for you to tag along with this fuckage as well. Hmfff hmmffff hmmffff. And in case you're wondering, that's the sound from the contraction and expansion of my nostrils.

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Artsy :)



Kak As actually sprung this idea out of my mind. Call it narcissism, I value my thoughts dearly. Perhaps it was the fact that I could actually pull a few surprises even to myself with what I had to say sometimes (or perhaps that depression actually brings out the best in me ?). Therefore my thoughts, my rhymes and simple poetries I wrote along the way - on top of someone's table, tissues - whatever - I try my best to hold on to them.

Then come my sketches, I value them in equal measures as well, albeit they were a bit more less unfortunate for I don't really have the means to hold to them and perhaps a little undervalued because they're well - Sketches.

So thanks Kak As for this (and for that matter, Pinterest) for the means to hold on to my sketches. And don't get your panties up in a wad yet, these art pieces are worth more than Mona Lisa herself - in Parallel Universe somewhere, of course.

They're not pretty but like the little pieces of my thoughts, I would like to hold on to them not for them and neither for you but for the me of tomorrows. All I'm saying is if you like them - by all means come out and puji the hell out of me. Kalau tak, we can both act like we didn't see anything! :P

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

Baju Melayu



The moment I finished shopping dekat Jalan Masjid India, I was determined I would definitely up this entry. So before I forgot..

I was befuddled at the price I was looking at for Baju Melayu in the vicinity of Wisma Yakin. I thought they were gonna be cheaper or at least at par with what Puchong had to offer (in the region of 100 bucks/ pair) - albeit with abundance of choice.

Buoyyyyyyyy was I clueless. Wisma Yakin is definitely a cut-throat place to go to buy your Baju Melayu needs, especially on the Eve of Aidilfitri. I half suspected they bloated the prices during this time. It only make sense, the demand was up by at least a thousand-fold, and nobody's gonna buy Baju Melayu or Baju Kurung every month. So why not squeeze out the entire year's fortune now. Well, that's a theory I should prove later.

The purpose of this entry is that so I won't forget how much expenditure was involved in getting Baju Raya every year. So that I'll have some benchmark of how much should I pay for the upcoming years. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't mind paying a little higher than usual for quality but then again, I hate paying over the odds.

And to the sighing relief of mine, mine's quality as far as comfort goes. Its just the colours that I pick though. I have this slight weakness for dark colours. I picked it out regardless of realizing that how much purple there is on the canvas. I thought what the fuck, the year before was pure purple. This one ada pin-stripes. So what the heck la kan. And balik, I realized that Hafiz and Ayah had 2 identical colours, both of which I totally forgot to put into equation when making that smart-ass decision. But then again, what the heck, aku rasa lawa.

One issue tho (well, aside from the striking similarity of course) - the samping / sampen (somebody please shed me some light about this please) - The samping, I have vowed on my mother's cat's grave that I wouldn't go for that kind of material which I have given up upon a couple years back - due to the impossibility of ironing it. And the price, my sweet God - RM 145. Gila. But the colours, the colours just match my Baju Melayu. And again, I rammed down all vows, promises and silent revenge vouches I've made with myself through the loneliness of the nights years before.

All in all, I was surprised at myself for I have never been one to spend so much on Baju Melayu. To think that a few years before I personally requested Mak to only give me the top half of the Baju Melayu, for I know that the seluar is gonna be wasted. I won't wear it again after the first day of Raya. I know it.

What a difference a few years had made. But then again spending close to 300 bucks for Baju Melayu had never been me and I don't think it probably should. Perhaps, perhaps if I hadn't be so desperate since that was the last weekend before Raya (the disadvantage of having Raya on weekends!) and if not for keluar dengan Zul dengan Hadi at 4.30 pm on a Saturday evening (and Zul has been bugging to get back for bukak puasa dekat rumah. !@#$%^&*) - I maybe wouldn't have spent that much money.

But then again, the colours and the price aside - the quality is justified. Perhaps I might just come back again next year :P

Monday, September 03, 2012

Fantasy Fantasized II

Rajah 1

OK. Two Fantasy Football entries in a matter of days. Well I'm not officially obsessed, I was already obsessed ever since I can't remember;

(bullshit, you started playing Fantasy Football last season. Well OK fine - last season)

Ehem, pardon the little conversation between me and the little boy inside me a la Van Persie (yes! *fist pump*)

- Yes ever since last season.

Its just that I think it would help to keep track and rationalize why I did what I did and who I had to sacrifice in order for me to bring in other players, those whom I thought would definitely score some high points for me. And the spirits of time blows pretty strongly in one Eden Hazard's way. To miss the boat now would definitely spell a disaster and a lot of temple-hitting incidents comes May.

For instance, like last season, I knew RvP was gonna injure himself at some point into the season. Or rather, I was hoping that he would. I stubbornly held on to my players and and refused to accept the fact the hated Arsenal's forward was scoring points in abundance for Fantasy Managers.

My decision was based entirely on emotion and foolish hopes. And it cost me dearly. While other managers were enjoying RvP's captain points (double whatever the appointed captain for the Gameweek scores) I was left to pick up drizzles here and there due to the constant changes, for I am one "impulsive doer" and to a further extend, an impulsive decision maker. Funny, I constantly tweaked my team here and there and only refused to incorporate RvP. Simply out of my hatred for Arsenal.

That was up until a dude whom I deem (I wish I could've put this in a less awful manner) whom I deem intellectually less fortunate, told me "Hang tukaq ja RvP yada yada yada something something". Then it hits me, I was talking about this for a long long time; that the problem with intelligent guys is that they don't listen to things from a person whom they feel.. isn't smarter than them.

Then it hits me again, that Fantasy Football is a lot like stockbroking in a way that there are times you hold on to your stocks but doubt not, there will come a time that you will have to let go of some no matter how much it violates your intellectual beliefs.

Now a look into the last Gameweek, I didn't have to sacrifice anybody last week since Chelski didn't have any game in this Gameweek, its only logical that I bring in Ben Arfa as a replacement for Lampard. Shawcross for Rafael was an easy choice for that extra edge he brings to United's offense. So that's 4 points deducted.

I know Dong Ji Wu wouldn't be playing for Sunderland and I have had 4 points deducted already due to Ben Arfa's transfer - thus the question of should Ji be substitued since I have that extra dollars from Lampard's sale. The easy route would've been just to leave Ji in the team for even if he didn't play, I wouldn't lose 4 unnecessary points.

It wasn't up until the last minutes that I decided to use that "Baik Menyesal Beli Dari Menyesal Tak Beli" principle that I have always employed when faced against to-buy-or-to-bye predicament. Thus, the purchase of Steven Fletcher of Sunderland. I've admired the dude for his poaching tendency ever since his Wolves' days. But this was to be his first game for Sunderland and I know how much time some players take to settle within the team no matter how talented they are.

His was a risky buy due to the 8 points deduction. If I were to stick with Ji, yes, I wouldn't gain any points but I sure as hell would retain 4, but if I go for Fletcher, at the MOST logical he would conjure up 2 points and I would lose unnecessary 2 due to his transfer. Therefore in order for Fletcher's transfer to make sense he would've have to score at least a goal. And he gave me two! :)

Breakdown of points for my new transfer goes a little something like this;

1. Lampard > Ben Arfa - Cost: 0 | Return: 9 (+9)

2. Shawcross > Rafael - Cost: 4 | Return: 1 (-3)

3. Dong Ji Wu > Fletcher - Cost: 4 | Return: 13 (+13)

Total - Cost: 8 | Profit: 19 (+11)

Not bad.

OK that is some long ass entry.

We are finally arriving to the actual point of this (un)necessarily prolonged entry, for Gameweek 4, in order for me incorporate Hazard, I have to sacrifice a player of his caliber or or two players; one of entry and another, intermediate class players.

The initial plan looked like this, but since RvP's hatrick heroic last night I think to drop him now would be stupid as I have already bought him up and considering how he will be heavily utilized by United in the upcoming fixtures now that Rooney the Shrek has got himself injured. And to buy him back would mean MAJOR tweaking to the team as he's the single player to cost the managers around 13 mil ++ and will potentially be blown more out of proportion as the season winds down.

That would mean the logical choice is to sacrifice Kagawa and another fringe player. Kagawa, to my dismay, hasn't performed up to the standard I expected of him, but to drop him now might be a little premature since perhaps he has yet to settle to life in the Premier League. This is largely credited to his small physique. Though it has to be said that the signs are there. And United's Gameweek 4 is at Old Trafford and there's every chance he would score or at least make a couple of assists.

Thus, to cut the story short and quite frankly, because I have even bore myself - I have to sacrifice the excellent Cashley Cole and Demba Ba :( in order to make room for Kagawa to stay and for Hazard to play. And the fringe player I brought in of whom, is as sure as the stars in the sky, isn't gonna play; Sammy Amoebi. (sila rujuk Rajah 1)

But that's beside the point, managers bring in lesser players they knew aren't gonna play a single game for them all the time due to the tight budget constraint. The trick is to find a fringe player who might've caused a sudden impact, for instance, last season - Bossingwa.

OK. Stay tuned - because I know I won't.

Sunday, September 02, 2012

Fantasy Fantasized



My Gameweek 4 Fantasy pipe dream. I'll just put it on hold for a while (the only worry is that price will go up again) for I tend to rush too many things that when I look back.. Well, that's another matter for another day.

Pieces.

Friday, August 31, 2012

Goodbye & Thanks For The Memories


Goodbye Berba. Thanks for the memories. A classy guy to the finish. Most of all, thank you for your hatrick in the obliteration of Liverstool. A memory I'll always cherish and that outside-of-this-world bicycle kick. Yeah that one. Leave them dumbfounded for more than a while.

OK not feeling so sober-minded right now. Laters.
To-Do: Movies

1. Jay Baruchel's



2. Million Dollar Baby



3. Almost Famous



4. Pixar Movies



5. The Pirates! Band of Misfits


Thursday, August 30, 2012

Tips for A Better Life
Nota Kaki: Never gets old..

1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.
2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.
3. Sleep for 7 hours.
4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.
5. Play more games.
6. Read more books than you did in 2011 (erm, how about 2010 ? :P)
7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.
8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
9. Dream more while you are awake.
10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
11. Drink plenty of water.
12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.
14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
18. Smile and laugh more.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.
23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.
24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
25. Forgive everyone for everything.
26. What other people think of you is none of your business.
27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
28. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
29. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
31. The best is yet to come.
32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
33. Do the right thing!
34. Call your family often.
35. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.
36. Each day give something good to others.
37. Don't over do. Keep your limits

OK those obviously aren't mine and absolutely is a repost. And rather more note-to-self than anything. But if it might help you in your journeys even just a little.. No, don't thank me, but if you insist here's my Maybank account no. 1623 xxxx xxxx

Sunday, August 26, 2012

I Remember The Mockery







RvP spent all but 20 minutes on his debut at Everton in a Red shirt. This was what the ingenious Arsenal fans have had to say. Not match fit. Barely formed an understanding with his new peers. These were the mockeries laid for both United and Persie.

Yep, United did lose the match, make no mistake, its painful to watch, what more with the struggle me and Apis have had to endure just to watch the match as it was Kuala Kangsar on the eve of Eidulfitri at 2.30 o'clock in the morning, there was no mapley whatsoever to help the situation.

But here we are 2 matches-old into the season, Arsenal remains unbeatable and on the contrary, United had already lost once. How in the name of logic has United got more points than the mighty Invincibles ? I am yet left to ponder on the 8th wonder. I told you I will keep score and I will remember all the insults. Simply so that I could rub them on your face when the winds blow south of my ways.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

I Have No Idea.



Lately, I have been obsessing with pixel edituore and caption-fantasticism. And kiddies, those aren't actual words, so don't go use those in exam papers and expect to score some brownie points with your teacher. Because if you're unlucky, forget brownie it might be blue black all over your face.

Remember, teachers (and mothers, for that matter) are always right - EVEN when they're wrong. And that's just a fact you will have to come to term with in life. (gimme a silent nod if you found yourself smiling at this)

And till some time I feel like blabbering craps. Laters. Don't forget to change your undies.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Sunday, August 19, 2012

"This Is Our Year! ™"

With all those talks. All those craps you spew. Liverstool still aint shit. The most loudmouthed residents of foulmouthsville. This is our year. And yet again This is our year the next season. And you still ain fucken shit.

MFA

Signing off for the night from the number one Malaysian state, car registration number wise.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

The Drafts - 31st Dec 2007



I've wanted to revisit this project for quite some times now. Project Drafts. "The ones posts that I either dare not publish or I somehow lose the appetite to publish". "Great source of inspiration".

Like most people who are fascinated by time-lapse video shots. I too am fascinated by progression, via time. Mine is executed albeit a bit more linearly than most of your likings. But a progression nonetheless. Although the Blog is more than enough time-lapse, the drafts are more or less the behind the curtains and/or the edited scenes of which, the director deem unfit for the larger audience. Although, it should be mentioned that these edited scenes, these spur of the moments, are probably his greatest masterpiece. An innocence he lost while trying to supplicate and please the masses. The type of brutal honesty and flare he lost while trying to be politically correct.

Some people call it growing up.