Drifting

The extend of the boredom.

Bleh.

Hi. Hello. Am 31. Officially. The passing of being in the 20's to the 30's used to suck. But now am 31. And here's a perspective. In 9 years, I'll be in the same age as those Hollywood movie characters who dreads being 40 and looking back at life asking to himself "What the fuck have I done with my life ?" Its all a little bit cliche. But that's a perspective alrite. 

I'm drifting. And I know it. But I let it anyway. There's no boom. There's no bang. Life is just too quiet. Fuck, am getting old. And its a dreadful feeling. Not dreadful in a bad kind of way. Its just dreadfully boring. The highlight of my weeks now are United matches, and they are if I am honest, gawdawful.

I feel like the best of my years have gone passed and I didn't even know.

And its kinda sad.

/drifting

p/s: Happy birthday, Fakhrol. You darn beautiful thing you.

p/s/s: Oh hey look who's back. Its the Positve Me!

p/s/s/s: I must look like a lunatic now. Pulling a monologue like that. Thank God nobody's reading     -_-'

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday Sayang. I love you from the bottom of my heart regardless of whatever ridiculous notions you got that I don't.

Selamat Hari Jadi!

Happy birthday buddy! Collage could have been better, I admit. Tapi aku sangat malas. Heheh. And I have to say that those pictures are, in retrospective, up there among the bestest experience we've had together. So cheers to you. Selamat Seratus Har- eh, Selamat Hari Jadi! :)

 Have a good one.

Happy Birthday Sayang!

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!

Selamat Hari Jadi Ayah

55 years ago on this day was born a man... Whom words wouldn't describe. For I shall only stain his reputation and passion for Islam at the parting of my lips.

Selamat Hari Jadi. Its weird that I have to summon all my strength just to say those three words when it comes to you. But I know I do, Dad.

Happy Birthday Mak.

You aren't the best. No. For 'The Best' means, you're expendable. You're simply, Irreplaceable.

I'll Reserve My Comment For Later, Unless You're, Oh A Liverstool Fan.

I'm so gatal to have blast or 2 at you Chelsea fans. Back then I thought the songs were like 'AVB Is THE Saviour!' and 'The New Mourinho'. Now the songs are like 'Close The Door When You Leave' and 'Pack Up & Leave'. Kelakar you Chelsea fans. There's no Maggi Mee in football. If you want instant results, buy the whole team. No, not like Manchester Shitty. I'm talking Barcelona, bitch.

But even that, wouldn't guarantee you success because God forbids, Barca players might fall down like swatted flies playing with the likes of Sdoke Ciddy.

But I shall reserve my comment up until United has brush off Harry Redknapp's Spurs.

Btw, thanx IMC for the most wonderful of gift I could ask for a birthday. But more on that later. ;)

For now lets enjoy the fact that Chelski is a team of Has-Been and Liverstool is just a bunch loud thugs who produce loud thuds to announce their arrivals. Only for people to still ignore them. Face it, you're his story. I mean history. You brag about shits you haven't been competing for for a long long long time.

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh

28 Years Later.

Damn those numbers. Keep reminding me that I am getting younger - NOT! OK malas nak type. Laters. Happy Birthday to Me. Yes bow down to the overflowing Awesomeness!

Happy Birthday.

Words wouldn't measure the Happy Birthday that a Happy Birthday metes out. The exact precise amount. So not wanting to sound like a broken record.

Happy Birthday. And for the many smiles to come..

Oh well, I just couldn't resist..

Happy Birthday, My Intended. You deserve it.

I Dunno For Fucks

The defeat to Chelsea still hurts like hell. Not less because the manner in which it was inflicted. Referee having an extra say on which direction shall the game be shifted towards. A less than dubious penalty, failure to warrant any reds when it should and happily waving the exit to our Capitane, the rock-solid Vidic - and in turn causing him to miss such an important fixture at Anfield.

You name it. I feel like twisting a knife on his thigh for inflicting United such a heavy price we shouldn't have to pay in the first place.

Fuck you Martin Atkinson. Fuck you.

Just got up from quite a severe fever, luckily it wasn't as near to dengue as Mak would always point to in the face of us being struck by sudden fevers. I guess its the paranoia you live in when seeing your neighbours or your distant neighbours succumb to the pandemic.

A friend said that my fever was due to United losing at Stamford Bridge. I dunno whether I should be happy or sad. Happy for its like my fate is intertwined with United. Sad because, what else other than United losing at the hands of such a bitter rival in such demoralizing manner.

Fever within this period would also mean I turned 27 wrapped in blazing heat though not less were the celebrations that entail. Endless calls, show ups and treats were received. And from the bottom of my heart thank you.

And Her. She doubled the surprise by first showing up (literally) at my doorstep with a gift - albeit with a little clatters between her lower and upper jaws' teeth, worried of improper timing and my parents' reception. Second with a card & a jar of chocolate. =)

In all my thankfulness, United winning at Stamford Bridge was my biggest wish but I guess that's just too much to ask for after a somewhat perfect 27th birthday. Thenceforth the Premier League run is split wide open again for Arsenal to grab their momentums and take it from here, and off us. =(

God am I worried like hell.

A Twenty Five Years YOUNG's First Post.

Yea finally. The numbers are catching up. Thanx to ye thoughtfoul folks for all the SMSes, well-wishes and what have you. I know, I know am just loveable like that. But don't worry, I luv you too. Janji. X tipu. Pinky swear even. lol.

But hey seriously, thanx... Am flattered really. :"}

The Feeling of A Mere Being, The Mere Being of A Feeling..
Deep ? Hell no, am just crappin'
Current Listen : The Fray - How To Save A Life.mp3

KLCC.. morning view, wet, fresh & vulnerable. I present it to you from the corridor of Seri Maya condo.

Got an invitation to a dinner at Mandarin Oriental, am pretty excited since it was ages ago have I stepped my foot on the nice floor of KLCC. Well plusses, the chicks will be a nice way to get rid off the dust from my eyes as well. Dont you think ? Shmuck.

This birthday might just be the best birthday i've ever had.

Celebrated my 23rd Birthday on 3rd of March ago. No special post to accompany, was too occupied; - with almost Nothing. The 23rd Birthday might just be the most special so far, a number of well wishes & a card. A 'belanja makan' by Boss. Niceness. Am not asking much out of life, and am greatful to have been celebrated the way i was around the magical date. Thank you all, thank you so much for being vital parts in the making of the 23rd version of my smart self.

Thanx.