The Deadlock Post.

Am applying for a new job. Well its quite a renowned institution.

Am so hoping that I'll get this deal. I've reached the point here, where enough is just enough. Am given a task too many with all of them tagged - URGENT!!

So tell me how the hell do I prioritize ?

Sales reports on its monthly basis is as is busy as it is. Its a practice full of running high and low just to get the sales' figures of 150 (and still counting) something outlets tabulated - and oh, not to mention ACCURATELY, from a few different sources namely - The System & The People.

Good Lord, when you combine these forces and confront them on your own, the result is genocide. The system relies heavily on the availability of the network and albeit the human factor, so it still pretty much boggles down to the reliant of human perps. Plus the flaws that are seemingly forever make it even merrier.

And when it all seems lost.. Well, you're just gonna lose even more.

Relying on human - the so called retailers, to submit their sales figures to us so that we could charge them on Royalty basis and rentals. How luvly do you think that is ? Granted, there are a few good natured retailers who submit their sales figures on time and didn't twist and turn the figure here and there to their likings. How many of them do you think even exist in the world ? Well chances are as slim as Anne Roxias going on hunger strike.

So now sum it up to complete just a report. And multiply the life-draining efforts to a quadruple of times. What you get is an even more comprehensive weekly sales basis. Single handedly engineered by our new Senior General Manager (SGM). Lovely character, really. So now you do the same exact runs, only just 4 times the effort. INsignificant if you ask me. No am not lying, you bitch !

There you go. Now come the ownership of Point of Sales (POS) machine that I was entrusted with as the guardian. Some people, as loads of them hover over the corporate atmosphere, they would say that its just a matter of sending the retailers the form, get them to fill in all the blanks, deliver the system, bill them accordingly - and zoom your work is done. You score an A. Easy fucks.

If you would just take your time to notice, pause for a bit - Play all the actions again, backwards. What you get in betweens are -

• Getting the retailers to reach me, which if ever a kucing is gonna have tanduk, maybe they would, or as has become the standard practice, I have to reach them over, rub their shoulders and hand them the forms.
  
• Contact them should they fail to resubmit the thing.
  
• Coordinate the placement of how many POS for how many tenants.
  
• Knowing the exact geographical coordinate of their outlet's location - lest they would have an outlet on top of Mt. Everest and having problems connecting with KLIA's VLAN.
  
• Coordination work and liaising with respective departments, who are yet to fall short on staff when the time requires them most.
  
• The ever so tangled means of billing and;
  
• a few hundred thousand over etcetras more.

Well that is all.

Then come the less twisted scopes, credit control dicks and pussies. The special SM and SGM's office culprits. And a few more that I might have forgotten to mention, which I am terribly sorry of but still fuck you any any ways. Those are the less twisted works, days when I emphasize on those job is the most luvly, so luvlyI could go back home as early as 8.oo PM. Nevermind that it's exceeded 3 hours after the real balik time. But who cares. Those who went back, and me - We are 2 sides of the same coin. We may work under the same roof but am sorry am not your ordinary Joe Breadwinner. Yea right.

So there goes my 2 millions, hence spare your 2 cents if you're planning on a donation spree. Am just tired.. Sometimes I feel like its pointless. They all are. Everyday is another cycle of struggles and pressures. Rarely that I complete one job in a day and move to another one. Instead I juggle everything simultaneously and continue them the next day. So instead of a job settled and another one in progress, its two jobs delayed - since EVERYTHING is urgent.

And the fact that our company has been denied staffs recruitment makes it even more frustrating and surely the light that was seemingly bright at the end of the tunnel, now are no more than a mere few light matches survival - on a pitch black night.

Its noteworthy to say that I do love my job. I love the people, SOME of the colleagues, the environment, the experiences, the chances and the faith that my superiors have given me despite a few of my hiatus(es). The company is nurtured with a good working culture, well the department at least. But its just the point in life, I like to think that everybody have at least one of this point. A point so burdening that motivation is often a distant of home away. Scarce.

Is this goodbye ?

Businessman Pleads For Political Truce - Joke Who Jokes.

(Business Times Singapore) KUALA LUMPUR, Feb 27 — A businessman has taken a full-page advertisement in a major daily newspaper asking warring political parties to call a truce and focus on the shaky economy and jobs.

Consultant Anas Zubedy shelled out more than RM36,000 for his advertisement yesterday in The Star, the country's biggest-selling English-language newspaper.

In the ad, he spoke of the challenges faced by his 20 staff, their fears for the future — and how the country's leaders seem oblivious to the anxiety that he feels is gripping the nation.

“Whether (the governing) Barisan Nasional or (opposition) Pakatan Rakyat (PR) leads is meaningless . . . if Malaysians have no job to go to, no money to pay rent and no means to put food on the table,” he wrote.

“Pakatan Rakyat, please stop your attempts to take over the federal government and just let go. The nation can wait until the next general election if they want change.

“Barisan Nasional, please stop any attempts to take over PR states and win over PR lawmakers. You have proved your point with Perak. The nation can wait for the next general election if they want your party.”

Anas called on politicians from all sides to “get together and compromise”, telling them: “Someone has to give in. Take the nation to heart. That's why you are in politics in the first place. Focus on the people. Focus on the economy.”

The last time an individual placed a full-page newspaper ad about their political feelings was in 1998, when the late social scientist Tan Sri Dr Noordin Sopiee attacked former US Vice-President Al Gore for praising Malaysia's “Reformasi” movement at an international banquet hosted by former Prime Minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad.

The Reformasi movement supported Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim, who Dr Mahathir had just sacked as deputy premier. Noordin felt that it was rude of Gore to attack Dr Mahathir at a banquet attended by many foreign leaders.

In the ad, Anas may have articulated what many Malaysians, frustrated over the constant political bickering, really feel — that the government has been distracted from more important matters.

For instance, a second economic stimulus package, mooted by Deputy Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Razak in December last year, is only being tabled on March 10 this year.

Some observers say that Anas's message — and his willingness to pay more than RM36,000 to get it across — could galvanise mass support.

“He is echoing what many of us are thinking — that enough is enough, and that everyone needs to get down and get back to work,” activist and writer Marina Mahathir wrote in her blog on Wednesday.

But whether Anas will move politicians is anyone's guess.

My dear friend, this is not a war. The ruling parties are flexing their muscles and exerting their power on those who dare speak up. Your shallow observation and shortsightedness are living proofs that they're doing so. And well too. Look at how ill informed and ignorant you are.

Your call for the so called warring factions cant help but fall in the same boat with the rhetorical United Nonsense's (UN) piss making effort. Calling those involved in the Palestinians' crisis to make peace while failing so flamboyantly to disarm Israel. Do you expect Hamas to not protect its people ?

Ok, I digressed.

So do you expect PR to lay down their guns ? We are facing political mutilation on daily basis and you expect us to shut our mouths ? Aww c'mon. Seriously. BASIC COMMON SENSE 101.

And if you're ever so concerned about your staffs' well being, their challenges and uncertainties, you see, 36 Grands can do wonders in these desperate times, rather than a certainly-wouldn't-be-heeded ads on stupid rhetorical preaches.

Aren't you just funny ?

Thus, it would help, significantly if you just ponder on this fact - those who wield the power, at their disposal are an army of medias, armed forces and lapdogs ready to die at the part of their lips.

Now who are you kidding ?

The Pirates Say It Best.

Ripped off from The Pirate Bay. Google Pirate Bay if you are just two damn illiterates to actually know what and who they are. Good laugh.

Character Assassination 101.

Walking Tall.

Class, pay your utmost attention. Or, pleasantly fuck yourselves.

Writing in support of Elizabeth Wong. Yea, she was sleeping half naked. Yea she was with her boyfriend. So whats the big deal ?

Fuck, she could be walking around butt naked and having sex on the kitchen's floor and that does not mean she should be publicly paraded and hanged to the people's contempt.

Who the fuck are you to judge her ? You people could probably have done worse, and lucky you YOU'RE NOT AS FAMOUS. Heh.

This will quickly bring your distorted minds to Chua Soi Lek on why hes guilty and Liz's not. THE MAN'S SUPPOSEDLY, HAPPILY MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS IN THE PROCESS. Liz on the other hand, is single. And its only normal for her to have a healthy sexual life. Well, unless her name is Nurul Elizabeth Abdullah or something, no faggots, she's not guilty.

She's the victim of a despicably filthy political ploy. Character assassination committed in a BROAD DAYLIGHT. And hey, I dont blame you if you choose to blame her. You're an Idiot after all. That's what you do. And what you do best. Being a perfect Idiot.

Sighs..

My Mom said that I need to be more matured and more responsible. God, do I feel stupidly kiddish. Am 25 and having this kind of issue.

On my part, I thought am having enough burdens to carry. And no one really to share, albeit a very few that I am so lucky to know of. I feel heavily inclined to spill but not knowing how to even spit, let alone puke.

I shoulder burdens that I so carefully juggle to protect every ones that I hold dear. To protect them from any potential emotional debris they are bound to indulge themselves in should they come to know.

And am neither responsible nor matured I am. Maybe its time I get out of the house. Just to be more responsible and matured all the same.

" I don't have problems, I give 'em " - Copywrite78.

Urgh, sial this dude. Goddamn arrogant. I like. I like. :D

Saya Tipu.

Current position: Exaggeratedly in pain due to a dislocated shoulder. Manage to rip off a whole week's MC when I managed to convince the Doc. that I need more than just 2 days worth of MC. Well, if anyone's at fault, its the Doc. for buying my story so naively.

Escapes daily house chores and in the process transferred the burden to Zahir. Points at the arm support aid band whenever pointed to any potential chore. And look at Zahir with a ridiculously exaggerated puppy eyes. lol.

So that's it, am enjoying a 10 days holiday. Super sizing my ass from a mere XXL to the abundance of Free Size.

Uh, what achievement.

Lovelily Lovely.
Nota Kaki: With reference to the previous entry.

Aint this luvly folks ? I was at three downloads. All three were downloading below 10 Kbps. Plus if am not mistaken, I've been paying for a 100 Kbps package all throughout the miserable years of bad services and lame excuses. Yet here I am having a hard time just browsing a few pages simultaneuosly. Good grief Stimix. I hate you. And I hope you have families and relatives so that I can hate them too. Please die, so that I can spit on your grave.

Send Which Prison (Sandwich Prison)

I would like to personally thank the 'Heavenly Divine' government of Malaysia for the wonderful blowj- err, jobs that you've done up in your office. Your relentless thrust to the bettering of your citizens from all walks and runs of lives. Day in and day out. Thank you.

Thanks for all your efforts too in making TM Nutsack the most powerful Internet Service Provider (ISP) of the nation which have done, suffice to say, loads of goods to the country and her people.

Again, in this Exalted Trans-Script, allow me to Trans-cend the luxury of gratitude to a government that I, and am sure am not alone in this, a government that we all hold dear, close to our hearts. And I have no more wonders why handful of Malaysians succumbed to heart attacks.

Last but not least, I thank you bastards, for sandwiching us between TM Nuts and its rival's rivalry only to force us to accept 'Speed at best effort' - and not what we pay for.

Normal Folk,
Obnixious Bastard
From The Temple of Cleaving Berserks.

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TM bangsat, charged me for 100 Kbps speed and what did I ever do to deserve not more than 75% at BEST. 75% speed AT BEST speed craps from you ? And it normally runs on a mere below 50% speed. Shit even snails are commuting in Megabytes. Are we walking backwards ?

Jaring is good so far as I've tried. But hey guess what ? Jaring is a tad too far to cover its wired Flite Broadband within my vicinity. Therefore it only leaves me with either Stimix or Wireless Jaring which I havent been able to certify which is which. Responds from around the virtual community have been mixed, ranging from VERY VERY GOOD to WORSE THAN STIMIX. And here I thought Stimix is world's end. And obviously statistics like that wouldn't be able to assist much in my decision making.

Plus if I were to go like "Hey lets just find out.." - The "Hey lets just find out.." concept alone will cost me about Ringgit Malaysia Five Hundred And A Graceful Seventy, for the start. So its not workable. What if I decide that this isnt it.

Sighs Sighs. Nice being sandwiched while chewing on dilemmas.

Public Service, Pubic Servants.
Nota kaki: 2nd rate facility, 3rd grade mentality.

I reread stuffs I wrote last night. Like what the fuck. lol. Even I am having a hard time deciphering the encryption. Blergh. Ngantuk. Not my fault. Its Blogspot's.

Going to UH this morning. Waiting for my cousins to come and fetch me. 10 was what I promise. Despite worrying about my 10, I still have enough span to actually worry about my cousin's 10. I wouldn't mind really about the timing. Its just that I hate waiting. I dread it with all the life within me.

The last time I was told to wait was a nightmare with Series of Unfortunate Events. Dislocated my shoulder at 8. Rocked a clinic's bed while the doc tried to reattach my arm back to its socket and triumphantly failed at 9. Rocked by Yan's superb driving skills and groan at every smalls bumps she crashed upon at 10. Arrived at the hospital at 10.30. Watching the staffs' ignorance, lack of responsibility, sensitivity, dimwittedness and straight up rudeness along the arriving period until 1.30 a.m something. A record breaking 3 minutes consultation by a non-smiley doc and told to wait again. Treated like 2 hours later. By that time I was totally knocked to even realize what had happened to me. A good dosage of 3 times sedation did the job pretty darn well.

Nice jobs you people at Serdang hospital. Most of them Malays, HELL YEA I INTEND TO MENTION. Big ups. Besides a few notable Medical Assistants and a female Indian guard, you're all probably ice-creaming on a Big ass wristwatch. COZ U GUYS SUCKED BIG TIME!

A guard for God's sake could be ever so sensitive to actually hold the door when I was wheel chaired. And you people couldn't posses even a simple gesture of courtesy as to even look for a wheelchair as you were too busy chit chatting about which schmug is dating which witch. You fuckheads. A nurse even told Yan to "Suruh dia duduk dulu.." because I couldn't stand having to walk on my feet when its painful enough for me just to sit around on my ass. And what happen after the divine " Suruh dia duduk dulu " ? She then nonchalantly proceed to her group and Hu-Ha. I should've stuck a kitchen knife to her throat. But the again, we ran out of those. And she's just too ugly to get a dick stuck in whichever hole she could offer. Wouldn't make any difference anyways.

And which nerve will you got damaged if you could just stretch that thin line of muscle on your face and JUST SMILE A BIT.

Gosh, public service ? Rather pubic service. Heh.

Yet Another Fracture. The Sinner I Am.

I saw my mom schleeping so peacefully in my parents' bedroom. I just feel like slipping beside her and just hug her and just schleep away the night. I dunno, I get especially mushy, wanna be pampered and all - when am not well or sick. And I insist its the only time.

So yea, I was speaking to this friend of mine whos doing meds, about my again dislocated shoulder. Frankly I lost count on how many times this shoulder of mine has decided to rebel against me. At first I thought that its getting better, though I wonder why the hell does this time around its taking more time and I feel like my shoulder back muscles are all swell up.

I dunno, maybe its just me, but when she mentioned muscle swelling and numbness is the symptoms for fractures, now I do remember what it feels when my leg was fractured way back in two zero zero six. Gosh. Now that I do know, my arm did feel pretty heavy to lift, even just to wrap myself up with a shirt. Yea even that.

It kinda makes sense now. So how now - do I or do I not go to work tomorrow ? Been asking that myself to myself. Doubting. Coz after all a few numbnesses and swellings can be bored. And what with deluding myself that it was getting better. So I was thinking that maybe I'll just bear with the minor pains and just go to work.

But now, a FRACTURE ? ZOMG. No. Not office.

When The Floodgates Open..

They rush to it.

So yea they say that people with the same wavelength attract each other. I guess that couldn't be any truer than this classical case of Sireh pulang ke Gagang. Well whats so weird about it ? So where do u think all these shitpoops came from ? From the rank of assholes. So from them they come and to them they go back to.

A bunch of sorry ass excuses for a People's Elective. Screw you. And you.

Mocca - How Wonderful Would Life Be



Oh dear how wonderful life would be
With you still in my heart
Oh dear how wonderful life would be
With you still in my dreams

Only stars in the sky
Who will understand my tears
Let the time pass me by
I am lonely as can be
Lonely raven in the sky
Who will understand my fears
It is just you and i
My aching despair

I Dream..

I dream. That in another 4 to 5 months, me and my friends are gonna be out near the sea. I'm looking at Tioman as a prospect of the trip. But then again, that's another matter altogether. What matters is that we are out. And we are at the sea !

I guess the times in Redang are still pretty much stuck there up in my head. So starting from now on, am gonna have to keep myself in check to make sure that everything is in order when the time finally arrived.

• Planning to get a few good books to read and pretend like I'll have enough time to even flip at least a page. But am still gonna grab them. By the crook.

• Nice lineups of MP3s.
  

• A nice digital camera would be an added bonus.

• A long, nice shaped legged lass is practically impossible, but hey, a mere dream is where every success story begins, a lass hottie as a company isn't yet out of question, alas.
  

• Packs of nice ciggies to accompany the dreamy sessions along with the sounds of the sea making out with her shore.
  

• Nice, practical and what have you kind of headphone.

OMG am so drooling with sexcitements now. Darn it.

Before I wrap this up -

Here are some droolsome pixels for you Less Fortunates out there, just to help you climax and sore, of legitimate jealousy. For I am gonna go to Tioman, along with a few good friends of mine.

And you're not.

Wargh kargh kargh.

The Epitaph When Eye End You.

Today I found a note that took me a year or so to discover. Scattering pieces of thoughts and reality billows upon the skies of my mind. Damned be the olden days, doomed shall the future. A graveyard of roses, as I walk by the alley of familiar skeletons. Every dark corners echoes the bleakness coming from all directions.

Eye End.

4 Israel: 1000 Palestinians. Yes, This Is Islamic Terrorism.

Israel sons of fuckin bitches declared a ceasefire.

Hell yea, how much was that again ? I thought am just gonna buy all the lies yet again. Heh. See, if the whole wide world has got a good opinion about this. Fuck them. Am neither "the left or the right wing - am the middle finger".

Oh the good and the benevolent people of Israel has granted the barbaric and the man-gobbling Palestinians a ceasefire. OMG, see how the Jews are actually nice people ?

So tell me the good people of Israel, you can take this chance and wipe Hamas all the way to oblivion for good this time, why not you just penetrate further North and wipe them off the map to your heart's content ? Dont worry, the world'd approve this. Shit, even some, if not most, of Palestinians' supposedly Muslim brothers too wouldn't mind. I mean you know Hamas is like a plague, if you don't cut them off to their roots, they just keep coming back. So yea, why not ? It boggles me mind just to explain your reasoning of ceasing your fire. Please, please explain to my shallow being for I couldn't understand the complex logic of your behavior.

Or of course, you cease your fire when you couldn't stand being in the middle of the fire itself. OR did you just meet Horror up the lonely alleys in Gazaa ? You know you can always proclaim victory while enjoying the luxury of the towering skies, bombarding the innocent civilians and what have you. But the real test to your testis is when you make your cameo on our grounds. Thats when you know how lovely is the taste of your own blood. Too heavy a price eh Mr. Old-nerd ? I heard that you lost quite a few commandos, I repeat, COMMANDOS to the spookiness of Gazaa in just of few days of your ground assault's campaign. But of course this felt to deaf ears and went on unreported in the main piss streams' medias. Well, Hamas' heroism is something that the mind of the world's not programmed to recognize. Kinda like us not knowing how maroon is actually not red, were we not told of its existence.

Hamas has vowed to fight, however. Dirty, dimwitted Hamas eh ? Heh.

I just couldnt see how some stupid fucks partly blamed Hamas of Israel's invasion. I mean firstly, you fuckers seem to forget that there was no Israel prior 1942. And by some geniuscydal hands of the Brits, Israel managed to successfully, illegally, form its filthy self. Their hands were bloody of so many Muslims' lives. And their current leaders, and the world's, not to mention, instead of apologizing for the atrocities, pin and stomp the Palestinians to the ground. They were made criminals for trying to savour their homes, their pride and simply their lives.

Hamas' actions are not only avenging 60 something years of oppression. They didn't simply chose to shell Tel Aviv, the filthy scumbags Israel sealed off routes for the Gazaans to make a living. When Hamas reacted to this, Israel flexed its muscle just to remind the Palestinians whos the boss. Filthy fuckin asswipes.

And yet the world has the balls to call Hamas on their actions, pats Israel on its back and pacify it out of oh-so-big a tragedy. And with Israeli forces maintaining its presence on Gazaa's soil, Godspeed Hamas, crush them.

Until Victory or Martyrdom.
Until Victory or Martyrdom.

Moon Shined Her Fullest.

And how was that to your liking, fuckin peasants ? Wargh kargh kargh. Dip the taste of your own medicine. And in the meantime we'll prescribe you with some of ours.

I ought to stop really, but it really tickles up my belly funny that you punks, what with having the whole security force, the EC, not to mention the money couldn't take on a party that is so broke that they had to raise all the funds they could get, through all the channels they could do with.

Yet you couldn't take on such party ? Impotent Imbeciles.

Bow down, lowly Earthlings. Heh.

The White Wedding Gown.

Qaed and Hammas were destined soul mates. Their parents knew. All the neighborhood knew. 2 beautiful souls entwined in the face of collapsing Gazaa's rubble. How irony speaks its mind. The duo were seeming victims. A barter to settle years of a family feud between 2 well respected families in the community.

Infant arranged marriage, something that would require the West to traverse the end of its Eastern counterpart to grasp with its concept and beauty. But not here. Not when the end's well.

For a moment, they loathed each others' guts. Having to succumb to their parents' wishes, without having even a say in it. For God's sake, they were 5 years old when the engagement took place.

Hammas opted for a school she less favored when she discovered that Qaed has enrolled for the institution. For a stint, they enjoyed the fact that their silent rebellion was seeming to bear fruits. And maybe if they're persistent enough, their parents will rethink through the whole matter. After all the feud had wore off, after a century and a half old arrangement.

But nature in its weird ways had deceived them by setting them into 2 different paths with but one end. They ended up sharing the same classmates, right after the dreaded discovery of them studying in the same college.

"You! Did you follow me here ? Cant hold yourself back no longer eh ? What on seeing a charming lad like me and all ?" Qaed said mockingly.

To a nonchalant reply from Hammas - "Oh I didn't know they reinvented the whole definition of charming to so big an asshole, he might even be talking from the butthole himself. No, wait. Was that you or your ass speaking ?"

To a burst of laughter from the class.

- To be continued.

United Nonsense, The Wishful Minions & The Endless Rhetorics.

The Star quoted:

"Never say die - Malaysia’s unrelenting effort to get the international community to condemn Israeli atrocities in Gaza is bearing fruit with the United Nations agreeing to hold a special emergency session today to discuss and come up with firm actions."

Condemn terminology, Google's web definition:

• express strong disapproval of, disapprobation.

Now when we say 'unrelenting effort' and we so intellectually try to connect it with Condemnation.

Take a pause.... Now. Take a deep breath.

Is there something wrong with the statement or its just ME ? Unrelenting effort ? And I thought 'unrelenting effort' was supposed to be something like militarily engaging sons of fuckin bitches Israel. Or at least confronting these punks in negotiation chamber and whatnots.

And God, how dimwitted can we be to be overjoyed just by the fact that United Nonsense has granted us 'a discussion to come up with firm actions.'

Israel SOBs fired shots at UN staffs for God's sake. So do you think they will give 2 flying fucks about UN's condemnation ? And to hold discussions up your plushy meeting suites while making 'slim to none' progress. Hamas would make more significances on the ground - minus the rhetorics, in an hour in contrast to your 2 days of sleepy discussions up in UN's bunker somewhere.

We're barely a drop of water in an ocean, yet being luxurious enough to be deluded into thinking that we're marking our spot on the map.

My thoughts propelled. My guns smoking. My trail blazing. Fuck you.

Photo Blogging Beta v 1.0 (Fuck You)

I bet pixels are bitchy since picture tells a thousand words. Too many a word for something stagnant, don't you think ? Imagine having a sculpture nagging you for shaping its nose against it's likings.

Meetings. Cigging kat belakang office. Dark cloud KLIA view. Meeting - Mini Mining Kak Ida (Wargh kargh kargh. Night Mosque. Night lakeside view residencies. And oh, a smartly stationed camabwhored. Pretty much sums it all.

Most welcomed & don't mention. Laters skaters.

pwn3d & 0wn3d.

Chelsea's Scolari said in a defeated tone of gestures, "We hereby concede the title to the INevitable champions. Manchester United." He proceeded further to say that Chelsea were asswipes from the beginning. So we didnt expect anything less than conceding the title to rightful owners.

These are some of the exerts of the interview with Scolari after the crushing defeat. Please bear in mind that the author of this Blog does not and will not in any given circumstances be associated with the Bulu's, err I mean The Blues' opinions:

We remind our viewers that these are the thoughts and opinions of Scolari. And the author shall be under no circumstance be held responsible (though he is a responsible lad to note) for any events or stupid antics that shall occur henceforth and so on.

E-Ass-PN: Morning sir. Quite a battering to take for a reigning champions, u think sir ?
Scolari: Well.. if you see it from our point of view, I would say this is rather normal. We're losers. What do you expect from losers but to lose ? But we're not without pride. We take pride in a job well done. We're losers. And we are doing what we do best. Losing. A 3-0 loss is but a bonus.

E-Ass-PN: Very well sir. So what do you think of the fans' reactions after this crushing defeat. More so to the hands of bitter arch rival, Manchester United ?

Scolari: I think you momma's hot.

E-Ass-PN: Excuse me sir ?
Scolari: No dickhead, address me with Pops after my name. I might be your Papa.

E-Ass-PN: But my mom said she'd never date a bald headed idiot sir.
Scolari: Well go tell your momma that your birth certificate is a Letter of Apology from the bar I pick your momma up that night.

The latter events could be summed up as Tragic. And no words uttered will be sufficient to compensate the humilliation that parties involved will have to live with and bear in their conscience.

pwn3d. Wargh kargh kargh.

Intersection With Real Time.
Nota Kaki: Title unrelated. Taken from of JMT's lyrcis. It resound quite a time in my head.

I have this habit. I enjoy sitting and watch as the world goes by. Well, 'the world goes by' terminology can be derived from various goings that take place in the surrounding environment that I am in, at that particular mo. Be it something as obvious as the lines of vehicles that pass through the streets and birds flocking up the air or something as subtle as the blowing winds and the marching skies.

I particularly enjoy lakeside view and the Colors of Dawn up my crib's balcony. They just bring me a great deal of seeming Tranquility in the countless ordeals and affairs I was and am in.

I dream. Loads too. One could go so far to say that I am a Dreamy person. But go ahead and make a mistake by thinking that its full of air. I'll traverse to the length of China's Great Wall just to prove that your ass is wrong.

My head's pretty much a factory, one that bisect thoughts and ideas into structures, only but a problem. If the whole system consists of 100 phases. The farthest I'll anal-lyse would be 50. Rarely I finish. Sighs. Ok I digressed.

On occasions where I sit by and just watch as the world goes, I dream. I redefine dreams. I wonder what had happen so far. I had probably aged without realizing how much a hectic life had taken from me. We all probably are. Its like driving your way to the office and back home, drive to the office and back home yet again and suddenly we realize we're 50. We aged just along the way. What a scary thought.

And that is why I particularly enjoy sessions such as the above and vacations. It takes my mind off things, it gives me plenty of time to be alone and evaluate how things are, so far. To remind me of my dreams. To strategize on how to juggle those dreams, as not to achieve a dream at the expense of what has already been in order. To give me to just lepak all the way from the mornings till dawn. And by dawn, getting ready to watch as the sun sets.

And friends and families wonder I rather stuck myself beneath the sheets in the hotel room during vacation, rather than getting out and maximize the fact that we're on vacation ! lol.

Hence my actions are justified. :D

Copywritten Seventy Eight-ed.

Prowess the hardest cowards that rock alike
Trying to sound like Pete Nelson but you can`t even Copywrite.

.. And My Heart Goes To The Bravehearted Palestinians.

I was reading one of the Blog from Beyie's blogroll, and the author was asking for International intervention on Gaza's bloody massacre. That reminds to a movie I watched just a few days back. Richard Gere and Terrence Howard starred The Hunting Party. A movie about a journalist who got his life turned upside down after the ethnic cleansing in Bosnia.

One of the intriguing question thrown into the mind of its viewers was - "Why cant the United States or the United Nations for that matter, find a guy in THREE FUCKIN YEARS that we could, in just 2 DAYS ?", referring to The Fox a.k.a Radovan Karadzic, the blueprinter of Bosnia's melancholic tragedy.

And oh, one more thing, Terrence mentioned something like "Sir, ur not making any sense here.." and the dude replied. "Of course. We're the United Nations !". Wargh kargh kargh.

So how in God's green earth do we expect the so called Nation-fuckin-anal leaders to react on such sad events such as this ? Rais Yatim, our very own Minister of Foreign Affairs mentioned something like this - "Oh Malaysia's gained recognition for her being one of the fastest to denounce Israel's (Hell scorches beneath their feet) barbaric actions..". How fuck up you could go ? No, you couldnt go beyond that kind of stupidity, married with pure ignorance. No sir. Nada.

Them Palestinians, your brothers and sisters by religion, are suffering day to day, facing endless horrors and carpeted bombings. And all you Imbeciles could come off with is WE'RE FUCKIN GAINING RECOGNITION ? MOTHERFUCKER !

So we would expect them Nation Anal Leaders to act on this ? Yeah lets hope they do so after 10s of thousands Palestinians or so have been mercilessly massacred by them trigger happy Israel's sons of fuckin bitches.

On the other hand, I for one would say let Israel go ahead and do what it prefers. You will NEVER annihilate the whole Hamas. One syuhada' returns to God will only give birth to thousands of whom are willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of their religion. Any day.

Hamas, Al Qaeda and whatnots aren't any near to organizations or such that you'd like to label them. Its an ideology, a doctrine that engulfed the hearts of every religion-loving Muslims. That's one thing you'll never come in grasp with. And that's one thing that shall lead you to your downfall.

And that's God's promise. And never did He break one.

"Adik Nak Biar Dia Kering Dulu.."

Zahir had his first few couple of days as a secondary schooler. In short, the beginning of his journey that will define pretty much what kind of adult we'd see in the future. And he hadnt been eating well. I overlook his breakfasts, have no idea about his lunch, and he had Maggi, and canned soup for dinners.

On top of that, I fumed at him crazy a couple of days ago, for letting Todd J (accidentally) poop inside the kitchen, and to top it off, his answer was "Adik nak biar dia kering dulu.." when I asked him why didn't he wipe the shit off the kitchen's floor. That answer sure got me parachuted 50 fuckin thousand feet in the air because I was working and his school starts off somewhere 1 O'clock, in the PM mind you. Yea, the poop was indeed dried off when I start to smother the kain buruk with it. I wiped the poop clean off the floor. And some other things I thought I did was to throw a mop, a piece of used cloth and not tantrums. No other unnecessary stuffs, as far as I can remember.

"Adik lupa" will be his affirmative answers to questions directed to him regarding the chores, dishes and all that. Of course all the things are doable. But for God's sake, hes thirteen, having been thirteen myself, I know that boys that age have direct tunnels from this, to another end of both side of their ears. And its a toll-free 2-way freeway lanes. Its not like they purposely do what they do. They just do it. Its just them. Its just that they're spaced out 99.9% of the time. And another 0.01% used to plan what to play and how to play them later. Its not their fault, its encrypted in their genes, boys that age.

I dont have to be damn cynical towards his monotonous answer. I just have to remind him time and time again and again. Thats all. That is ALL.

I realize that I've been too hard on him. And I realize too, that I dont want him to hate me, God, he ate alone, lock his room, reading comics I guess, right after video games sessions at nights. And its been like 3 days of school and I havent even asked him a gesture as simple as "Hows school ?"

Unbroken Circles & Dimensions of The Mind

The title is erm, you guessed it. Random. You didnt ? Go fuck urself. Or do you need a shovel ?

"..But I'm notleft wing OR right wing. I'm the middle finger." - Sage Francis

P/S: The Hairstyle's cool, no ? :D

Legend of The Fall.

Todd Lizardary was an outcast from his family. He was born half-blind. Meaning to say that his only functional vision was either the left one or its counterpart, that if if you're wondering what the hell does the 'half-blind' terminology means. He grew up not knowing his father. Despite that and all the other obstacles, hes braved some of the roughest nights and the sunniest coast.

He was blessed, yet again, with 5 brothers and sisters coz his Momma didnt mind flirting around, be flirted with, and getting pregnant again while in her postnatal period. Out of the 5, the meekest one was Totti, dubbed Franscisco Totti Lizardary, no one ever thought he's gonna make it a month, given his shy and reserved tendencies. He miracalously survived nevertheless, getting even the most obnoxious of us, out of his seat, 50 feets high in the air, astonished.

These amazing brothers never seize to amaze us with their tales of valor and bizarre survivals. Hence, the siblingsless and motherless Totti was left alone to fend for himself. Him being kinda invisible in terms of size in a cold world, had called Todd to come forward and to offer him not a mansion and neither a cottage, but rather, a hut. Not air-conditioned but was good enough to keep them from being soaked when the skies are teary. And most importantly, it sure was warm, warmth that circulates ONLY from brotherly compassion. Yes, that sounded Ghey. But fuck it.

Who'd known that a disaster would struck the bonds of the brothers. A titan that crashlanded on them and change their lives, forever. Tatty Cloverfield, was a charming beaut a Queen to be. Ripe in her age, she turns head and got fools flooding the floor, drooling, just by walking up the street. And sometimes if the floor owner's lucky enough, they would even pee pee on the mat. Ok I digressed, but thats just the extend of a charmer Tatty was.

How her path crossed with the Lizardaries, God knows.

Being self-raised and in touch of solitary in most of his adolesence has taught Todd that an action, no matter how puny could always come back and haunt your ass. And sometimes haul you, for good. Hence there was Todd, cautious and moderate. A contrary scenario was however hovers in Totti's atmosphere. He was hanging with the wrong crowd. Smoking, skipping classed and flipping skirts. Devilishly handsome and charming, he held quite a reputation for breaking girls' hearts as easy as breaking his promises.

That was but till one day, till a phone call molested that afternoon silence. "Hello, Lizardary household. Todd speaking..". An eerie thought suddenly engulfed the coast of Todd's mind. "Rumah kita mana ada talipon, what the hell am I picking up ?" It was a girl's bre--, err, arm, she was half naked with a smile on her face. "Damn you Totti, what the hell did I tell you about brining girls home ?"

No the girl wasnt Tatty.

OK, suddenly my lazy-arse-ness struck. Malas nak sambung. To cut the story short, Todd and Tatty passed. And Totti has joined rank with them among the stars just this recently.

Its just that my story is actually a bout Todd Jarra. The 3rd generation Lizardary. A son of Totti and his final girlfriend. He's named Todd because of his keen resemblance to his uncle, Todd. Thus, he was named after him, to commemorate the memories of Todd. A kid who hired 'Love to eat' as his pastime . He would never stop eating, the moment we step our foot in the kitchen. There he was rubbing his body against our feet. Bajet comel.

The last pix, if you notice, showed that some of the Frieskies were arranged in line, like one of those bread crumbs track, inspired by one of the fairytales. Zahir did that. He thought Todd J would fall victim and follow the tracks exactly and got him trapped. How cute. But the gelojoh Todd J. didnt. lol.

Camwhorroraizzen Part One.

OK, OK, before whatever, I've just got myself a new ? Erm, OK not so new, as she, being close to a month-old now. And oh, the clock starts from the moment she comes home with me. Its a Motorolla V3 Double X (V3xx, for you illiterates out there.) An old, obsolete even model, if you ask me, but a Dear nonetheless. Been eyeing for her company ever since I dunno when. I think it was when I saw Sly flashing it before my mesmerized eyes, back when we were running the KLIA Shopping campaign events together. Yea, I think that was when.

So her being a Dear and me, being the handsome, knight-in-shining-armour, hemsem lad, dont you think its a waste if we dont indulge ourselves together ? Rampant camwhorings alas. And justified too. And fingers crossed, jealousy is normal.

Plus am doing the World Wide Web a favor. Am by right, entitled a fortune for allowing my pixels to be hosted by them. No, ur welcomed. Dont mention. Am just nice like that.

P/S: I had to edit them pixels, as to de-handsomize my overly schmart self. Unless the problems are wearing skirt and putting on mascara, I dont crave for troubles lining up my front door knocking for a peek. Plusses, its just not me putting so many souls out of business and I hate turning down my fans too, being a nice lad and all.

Sighs, what to do, I too am in a tight fix. =(

Camwhorroraizzen Part One. End.

Harga Sebuah Kedewasaan.

Hello Ladies.. and OK, lets cut to the chase and leave out any unnecessary preambles, shall we ?

We registered Zahir Dewasa a.k.a Chew-It* to his first ever secondary school yesterday. Of course, its his first, hes barely 13 yet, fuckers. So he's officially a secondary school laddie. Selamat bersekolah adik, and this is a whole new frontier, one that holds certain uncertainties. One that can be cruel at times but more importantly, one that you can smile upon its memories another 10 years to come.

I hope you'd walk its ground with your head held high and your chest strutted, no matter how dark the coming nights may seem. I hope you'll regard yourself with sky-high an esteem, despite what people'll tell you and what they want you to believe.

And of course, you will, having faced the knives ever since you were but in an infant. Such tenacity that'll raised 2 middle fingers to any one disapproval.

(Wargh kargh kargh. I'll shed some lights to this, another time, another occassions.) *

Lets Blame The Night For Being Dark, Shall We ?

When someone spit on your Mother's name do you go all rational and democratic about it ? No, you don't. And fools, my religion is of farther importance than even my parents. So do I pat your back and console you out of your delusional accusations ? No, I pull a six-shooter up your candy ass, you stupid fuck.

Oh, am scaring you against my religion and caused you to become an Islamophobic ? No Imbeciles, you become it because of your own stupidity and lack of insight, which in the first place is nobody else's but your fuckin fault. But then again there's always people who hold such little worth to dignity, who would conviniently blame the night for being dark. And you are no different from those. And that pal, have I softened the tone.

We've tried the otherwise, we've tried cleaning up the closet off any skeletons but then again, we couldn't expect any better a treatment even after the skeletons be rid off the closet. You fall into a snake pit once in your life. And call yourself an idiot with a capital I, beyond once. That's even more so if you're a Muslim. Yea, us the extreme Muslims.

No Sir, You're Fcuked Up.
Current Listen: Jedi Mind Tricks - Heavenly Divine.mp3

Woke up at 6.30. Pray, mandi and stuffs. Refueled. Dread, with but a teaspoon span of time about thousands of excuses on why I didn't show up at work for the past few days of last week. With but a limited creativity on the execution part.

The road was surprisingly cooperative as there weren't so many cars as per what Ive expected prior to the departure, given the schmiling 7.35 a.m on the face of my wrist watch. Far too facilitating if you ask me, after all its Monday, people are bound to get a little morning crazed someway or another with or without school kids on the road. But it wasnt. Till it struck me funny that yesterday Yan had called us to recite Yassin because its the New Year of the Islamic calendar.

Yerp folks. I actually hit the road to go to work on a Pubic Holiday day. Pubic.

10 Yays for me !

Modern People, Same Old Ancient Fears. Stupid Fucks.

Now, now, fearing something over lack of understanding of the matter is understandable. But what tickles me funny is being arrogantly stupid, while having your butts unearthed from the serenity of its crack(s). Or simply put, a I'm-Glad-I'm-Born-An-Idiot syndrome carrier. And warning lads, THIS, might just be contagious. Just make sure you don't hang out with the wrong crowd.

These fuckers per se, have a VERY common trait. A trait that allows them to luxuriously think that they're the gift of the gab, who God's has descended upon us monkey descendants, err, IF you're a firm believer of Darwin's stupid theories, that is. And am not. Yea, fuck you.

But seriously, with so many from the likes of you who roam the face of the earth, stupidly not to mention, am more than glad am born. Coz you make me shine brighter than I already am. And this reminds of a joke. No racist pun intended. But if you're gonna be stupid and choose to be mad, then, by all means, go ahead and be offended. Yeah, I care.

The joke:

"What if you throw all the black people to the sky ?"

"The sky'll go dark"

"What you do to make it bright back ?"

"You ask them to smile"


Wargh kargh kargh. Stupid asshole(s).

Mocca - I Remember
Nota Kaki: Schweet Tunes. Very.

I remember...The way you glanced at me, yes I remember
I remember...When we caught a shooting star, yes I remember
I remember.. All the things that we shared,
and the promise we made, just you and I
I remember.. All the laughter we shared,
all the wishes we made, upon the roof at dawn

Do you remember..?
When we were dancing in the rain in that december
And I remember..When my father thought you were a burglar
I remember.. All the things that we shared,
and the promise we made, just you and I
I remember.. All the laughter we shared,
all the wishes we made, upon the roof at dawn

I remember.. The way you read your books,
yes I remember
The way you tied your shoes,
yes I remember
The cake you loved the most,
yes I remember
The way you drank you coffee,
I remember
The way you glanced at me, yes I remember
When we caught a shooting star,
yes I remember
When we were dancing in the rain in that december
And the way you smile at me,
yes I remember

Cameron Highlands - 3 Years After.

I think I'll just show this to my boss and tell her I was sick. Damn right shes gonna buy that. Why not.

Just got back from a 2, 3, ah fuck it. I lost the count, I don't even know whether its qualified as a holiday. As it was way way too ad hoc and unplanned. Granted with the fact that some of the most spontaneous creatures God has ever made to walk on the face of His earth, guess appeared. Corporately speaking, a total recipe for disaster. Just the way I like it.

But there I was, demam on my way to Cameron Highland. No, even before that. But I've never really been the type that stop and wonder when I go demam or whatever. I ride it out. So its normal when my demam extends as long as, almost 2 weeks. They went out to look for stuffs we could Babi-Q the living daylight out of it, I tag along. They went out to look for towels, sweaters and some sarongs (indicating the clumsy-ad-hoc-ness of the trip), there I was too, braving the rain despite the alarming heat that engulfs by body. My cuz went out for a schmoke. There I was too wondering which schmoke is my cig's schmoke and which one is the damp air's evaporation as my cig's schmoke never seems to finish despite the short puffs. lol.

I am but a puny slave, nonetheless. I succumb to the fever and laid to rest, for a temporal moment, you morons, the hell you thinking. And finally having had to admit defeat as I was laying down with a skull cap on my head and layan cerita cina kat TV2 where my favourite Cecilia Cheung adorably moves about the screen, making me laugh and fall in love with her for almost everytime she pulls a prank or act up.

Lagi ? Malas. Bye.

"For The Hardest Thing Is Not To Learn, But To Unlearn.."

Staring at the screen at these late hours
When all thoughts labored towards the memory of US.

Every puff of smokes rekindles the heat of every tale-
..we shared, every sound, every emotion and every cruise we sailed.

How do I live off all the streets that I used to walk with u ?
Do I forget their names ? Shall I disregard where they lead to ?

Or should I start with the songs we used to share ?
Trying hard to conceal the tears when and where -
.. the notes hit the lines we specifically spare.
Lyrics that we used to quote just to say that we care

Painfully smiling to the songs we used to dedicate to each other
Feeling under the knife every moments that we are, but over.

Forever shall my laughter be incomplete when;
Only your smiles that had me content.
Now I am but an empty void hollowed with a yearn
For the hardest thing is not to learn, but to unlearn..

As Good As Untitled.

Ibu, I miss u so much now. Wish u were here. Come home soon Mak. I miss u so. Even more so... I cant sleep just yet and tomorrow's the day of an event. Ibu, please tell me everything's alright. God, I miss your lap. Let me cry on it.

am exhausted, yet my cruel eyes did not yet permit me my much required sleep.
got a thousand words to say and fumbled at the first parting of these lips.

ibu balik la cepat. :(

Artist:	Avenged Sevenfold
Album:	Avenged Sevenfold
Title:	Dear God

A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find
While I recall all the words you spoke to me
Can't help but wish that I was there
Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah

Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
But I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again

There's nothing here for me on this barren road
There's no one here while the city sleeps
and all the shops are closed
Can't help but think of the times I've had with you
Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah

Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again

Some search, never finding a way
Before long, they waste away
I found you, something told me to stay
I gave in, to selfish ways
And how I miss someone to hold
when hope begins to fade...

A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find

Dear God the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need the person who can be true to you
I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again oh no
Once again

You're Free To Blame Yourself For The Untitled Nature of This Post.

Its been long. And oh windy. I've missed this platform. Yea, sorta. Loads had happened and are bound to happen, in the near future. No more surprises. I guessed am immuned.

Mak & Ayah had took off to Mekah in respect of the Pilgrimage's month. Left me to tend for my brothers and an awww so adorable sister. lol. Or the otherwise.

Yes, they're MOST welcomed.

I pray to God that my future steps shall be firmer on the ground they root on so that my previous traces shall, like dried leafs, befallen the ground and burnt or blown away to - Oblivion.

I've made mine, and I don't plan to further impregnate errors thus, inventing more mistakes.

With my shoes buckled, and my heart tied to a knot, I hope the train of these thoughts will keep burning their trails to a station of No End. I hope.

Tips for a Better Life

As per taken, more like stolen from Nadia's Blog. Permission ? Yea, here. * kindly insert one of those fingers up *

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 2007.
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.


You're MOST welcomed.

Its Already So Much & We've Already Missed You..

I just came back from Pak Long's house, yea used to. I've concealed my tears for quite some time until he took he last bath, or rather bathed. I've managed to conceal them so far and I just couldn't any longer when I saw my father's cautious pouring on his brother-in-law's body. Ex brother.

My mind's already contaminated and my views are bound to be distorted. Couldn't let the beautiful memories of him be taken away from me.

So I'll distance myself for now. Till again, my pen meets the paper.

Inflated Vessels & Bleeding Scriptures.

Al Fatihah Pak Long (We Luved You & We Luv You So Much)

When my father told me that Pak Long was again hospitalized for his Diabetic condition, I thought to myself that this has to be another of his long history of routine checks, ever since he contracted his Diabetes a few years ago or so.

I would pay a visit nevertheless, I thought to myself. I'll see his sly smiles when he cracks a joke about Hafiz's hair or who would marry first, and who would I marry again and again. I thought I'd see those today. But Pak Long was pronounced gone a little after Zohor just now. I was struck by the shattering sound in my heart. A gaping hole burned in between its beat.

I thought this was seemingly too unreal. But when I SMSed Yan and told her what had happened, and when she cried over the phone. I know thats Pak Long's gone, FOREVER from us.

I wouldnt see anymore of his sly jokes and half serious sarcastic tone of his.

Teary Pages & Bleeding Scriptures.

When my father told me that Pak Long was again hospitalized for his Diabetic condition, I thought to myself that this has to be another of his long history of

The Fucketh List II

These past few days have been the most confusing, if not shattering. It's been scary. But I guess that's just one of the ingredient of a cuisine we call Life. So yea, moving on, things are slowly looking up for me. And Everything seems to make Cents again. So with a few dollars that remains, Project My Fucketh List commences..

Here are some of the immediate goals projected for Project Fucketh List. (lol) The rest shall follow, when I feel like updating, yea sue me.

1. Pulau Langkawi (err.. again ?) - But this time around with a bunch or friends, you mofo !
2. Somewhere East Coast M'sia - Non Gay Bachelor party somewhere with Shahnaz and maybe a few fuckers of his caliber. Ha ha..

So whats good ? The drive, the roads, the cigs and the skir- err, the food I mean.

My shoes are buckled. Lets go ! :D

The Fucketh List.

Life shouldn't be treated as a checklist, I read somewhere. Well I see no wrongs in treating it as one especially when you're as unorganized as a 2 year old infant trying to fix his napkins. Err what was that ? Fuck it. So yea I was watching this movie the other day, there was these 2 dudes, both contracted Cancer, a little too late at their dim ages. Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, 2 heavyweights reining at their careers.

So basically, they were both admitted to the same hospital, that Jack owns, well pardon my lack of memory span to recall his character's name. To cut the story short, after going through some roughs and thicks and thins, quite together in the same room, they both headed for a trip inspired by Freeman's list of things he's always wanted to do his whole life, the so called Bucket List.

So I figure that I too should have one. Ok nanti sambung. Malas dah datang..

Life shouldn't be treated as a checklist, I read somewhere. Well I see no wrongs in treating it as one especially when you're as

Its a Sun-Day, Yet Its Raining, Fuck Irony.

Its raining outside. Light drops. Gentle, yet seemingly slowing down everything. Even the mind is thinking backwardly, instead of staying in the present, it wanders off the terrain of the Past. My only wish on Sundays such as this, is to be left alone, so that I can recline and retrace all the steps that had been taken, consciously or with its sub counterpart. Neither more or less. But I guess that's just too luxurious.

Its still raining as I type this, and the wails of duty is already knocking the door of my bedroom. Off to Seremban in a bit.

If I continue..

The World Should Put On A Brasierre

Am by nature, Vengeful. I notice that I'll go extra miles merely to prove you wrong and I too notice that if I don't get the portion that I thought I deserve, I'll just abandon the whole deal, just to leave bits of remorse in the hearts of the parties involved.

I think that I am far more intelligent than the others, the ground not being level, notwithstanding. Shit, come to think of it, I think I am far capable than numbers of my superior, still, being stuck under the these stupid corporate ladders, notwithstanding, kalau tak buat apa aku panggil dorang superior aku, Bodoh !

I think I am generally nice to all creatures and I can be appreciated by humans from all walks of life, until the day you get promoted to some celestial being namely, 'Arch Adversary' or 'Bitter Foe' - because when that happens, you could be dying with worms swarming in and outside your tummy and I would not just stand there, light a cig and laugh - enjoying the moment, so to speak, NO. You know what I'll do ? I'll instigate the worms to feed on your flesh, and I'll advice them to do it so slowly that you could actually enjoy the most overlooked scientific angle, that worms do have teeth ! - Yes, that much of a revelation, just moments before you meet your Creator. Nice kan ? Yes, you're welcomed. No, don't mention.

An Obnoxious, horny, Overlord who thinks that the world is oval-shaped - nice to nibble here and there, nice to see, nice to hold - until he discovers the fact that he is actually walking on a Silicon Valley - but who cares anyways, he keeps on walking with those two fingers that stuck up in the middle. Probably until the day they're down.

And fuck you - till then..

P/S: Ok, I dont really sign no autographs, but IF you insist, take of,f not your pants, but your skull, I'll have signed on your brain, so that you'll have me on your mind. Just to make it more memorable..

New Shits, The Old Reeking Schmell.

Been toying with HTML/XML hyper stuck-up languages and this, as you witness is the result. Which, shhh, shut your trap up. Yes, yes, minimal. No changes ? aside from some URL pasting ? Well fuck you then. Coz that's YOUR problem, not mine.

Moving on, OK I decide to move on.

Laters Sk8ers.

10 Different Ocassions & 1 Single Outcome.

Some people, they're just funny like that. 10 fingers, extended by the duality of arms, pointed, piously I'd like to suppose, to the ones they loath, while they were getting fingered by 10 different individuals, which by nature and right, should have accumulated, by luck, 20 indexes, thumbs and pinkies. And maybe more. Opps I digress, my point being, you sit pretty on top of the throne of the Haves, so the grounds of the Have-nots are by default your off-limit.

And really, the days of mirrors' functionality are long gone. I mean besides lipstick and mascaras, there are some really intriguing functions of the mirror too you know..

Ok I was just being emotional. These imbecils are not even worth a mention, let alone two in my highly Exalted Pieces of Thoughts. I mean you can keep barking at any tree, and that doesnt make you any houlier than thou. You're still a dog, a mad delirious bitch, by extension.

8 scattered pieces of my heart are now once again intact. No, you dunno what am talking about ? Find a piece of Rolodex - Fuck yourself.

Thanx, Ar.Az.

A flower so pretty trapped behind the broken vase
Driven miles just for an inch stretch of smile on my face

We both walked the same path leading to 2 different directions
How u turn my path of calamity into a Lavender's Garden -
Thats way way beyond my Exalted, but flawed Comprehension.

Thanx for the long enough embrace to accept me
Through the thicks of the midst and the thins of the wars that I flee.

And for allowing me to cry - When I do
The deliriousness of the murmus that I spew

There u were, braving a smile despite your own heavy baggages
At the sight of me struggling upon my wounds & bandages

And for that, I couldnt thank you enough, and for this..
A thank you would sound more exaggerating rather than suffice.

Thanx Luv.

Co'et Menduduki UPSR Hari Ini

Zahir head to his battle today. Lucks, Adik & Godspeed. We luv ya.

The Odds Were Against You In The First Place (Not Related)
Current Read: Past Mortem by Ben Elton

I was dreaming.. I was in a foreign land, New Zealand. Pelik, as it was too; - INteresting. There, I dreamt I was buying all those miniature toys and some miniature action figures, those that you could get from those kinds of kiosk nowadays.

I've been longing to jalan-jalan loads nowadays, am still clinging fast to the beluness of Redang's bitch, err, I mean beach.

The Art of AN-War.

This is how we do it. 15 Grands worth of votes spell the weight of hatred not towards you, (though its famously established that you deserve it) but towards oppression, unjustly treatments, rampant corruptions and most of all - being made a fool of. Orang Melayu kata - Kena tipu bulat-bulat.

And the clock doesn't even hit the 24th hour on her face, yet these people, these once overconfident, arrogant fuckin' dimwits are crying foul - apparent signs of failure to face the music - thus inventing a music of their own. Tunes full two (2) De's - De-fensive & De-nial.

Allow me to quote:

"Yes of course we have lost...we were the underdogs going into this race." - Muhammad Muhammad Taib, Umno information chief

"There was not much difference in the number of votes garnered by Anwar when compared with that won by his wife (Datuk Seri Dr Wan Azizah Wan Ismail) in March." - Datuk Seri Najib Razak, Depussy Prime Minister

"It was his home ground, so that was always an advantage because he has a lot of support there. We expected him to win. This just proves there is nothing wrong with our electoral system. But I still doubt he will be able to pull off his Sept. 16 threat." - YB Dato Shahrir Samad, Domestic Trade Minister

Ha Ha, you people.. Seriously ! Am not quite sure whether those were the tones before the Bye-Election. Wargh kargh kargh. Quit sounding like a child that doesn't get what he wants, and since am nice by nature and generous by occasions (such as this landslide victory), let me lend the way around it, congratulate your opponent and accept the loss as one of those "The Rakyat has spoken" moments. That way, you might savor whatever scraps of credibility that you've got left in the draining coffers of your Leader Ship. But BN being the under dog a.k.a cock sucking bitch it is - will take more than a Kucing to have tanduks before that eventually happens.

Blood, rain, tears & battle scars - The ghastly scent of this AN-War.

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Don't Scorn The Tears For The Many Schmiles That'll Come

The bright ink that I consume when my heart's producing blue notes -
With words not the whole world, but only U could decode

With U beside me - I dont wonder when will the sun finally halt its shine
Coz if the sun lighten up the world, U are my world & U brighten up mine !

And by God, I want U to know that ur ALWAYS on my mind
Guess its time that U worry - coz ur not allowed to be no one's but mine

So dont scorn the tears for the many schmiles that will come. First -
Secondly, at the end of the day - I told U: INU still defines Us !

Lack of LeaderShip, Thus A Sinking Ship

Muzakarah between AMNO and PAS ? No, don't make me puke. AMNO could've asked for Muzakarah or whatever EVEN BEFORE the election, if they're goddamn fuckin' serious about the Muslims and the Malays' grievances whatsoever. Why now ? Nothing but an SOS signal from a sinking ship. Ship full of shitheads and fuckers. So why bother helping them out ?

And you, my fellow PR member PAS, have you forgotten what kind of pain they have inflicted you these 50 hellish years ? The Memali case, the lies they spun about you, the humilliation and the deceits. So why bother even flirting on the issue of even talking to them. These people are liars. Biggest of the sort. These will cause restlessness to your grassroots and your fellow Pakatan members.

For God's sake distance yourselves from all these talks about talks whatsoever under whatever circumstances.

And people know all about the despicable tactics from all these Main-Pisstreams media and their exaggeration about it, people knew. BUT you really gotta make it very very clear that this is not gonna happen or whatever. Heed your Mursyidul Am's call and abondon the whole idea.

AMNO is a sinking ship, all thanks to a very commendable captain and his vice. They're gonna take you down with them (should any political milages be achieved). Let them sink even further. Farthest to the abyss of Oblivion, down to the folds of History.

Malaysians Led By Idiots.

"Existing DNA sample too old" says the PM, nonchalantly, when asked about Anwar's refusal to give his DNA, on the same note check out some of these comments by some of the intellectual individuals that I manage to garner:

1. DNA Carmotograph is computer graphically recorded. Graph do not lie ! - Wisdom above

2. Also there is no such thing as a very "OLD" DNA sample from 10 years back, tell me, have you ever heard of this before? ----------------->

[/contd.] No doubt a science fiction, but Mr Cricton obviously knew more about Genetics, DNA and Cloning than you and your joker buddies. - KARMANNGHIA

3. I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. Our PM is so stupid! How can the blueprint of our genes change over time? Unless you are mutating! Holy cow, where did this AAB learn his science from? And what the heck was he thinking when he said .... just give the sample and ask for it (DNA test) to be conducted there and then. (Tell them) do it now, I want to see. ? This is not blood type sampling lah, uncle! There and then. Wow! - fireduck

I like the last comment best, Dear PM, the basis of our genes, dont change over time Goddamnit ! Unless you're gonna turn into some X-Men nincompoop just like one of your ex-minister, the not so valuable, Semi Value. If that one, yes, he deformed from one shape to another on occasions, which, should God permid, I shall elaborate later.

For now, lets just enjoy the fact of what good leaders we have to guide our children towards the rocky path of the Future.

Aina Mardiah Shahrial - Al Fatihah

pix - courtesy of Rockybru.

Aina Mardiah Shahrial was just 17 when she left to meet her Creator. Am pretty sure many of us didn't get the chance to know her let alone had the chance to love her. But when a child had to pass away without any chance of her seeing her father, now that part touches a piece of your heart.

But wait, thats not all there is to it, the father is an ISA detainee - En. Shahrial Sirin. I shall elaborate on ISA later, but now lets concentrate about this crime against humanity. Not exaggerating if I say a sin.

As taken from Rockybru's Blog

"In the afternoon of July 2, about 3 pm, she was admitted into Kajang Hospital. The girl was fighting for her life. The family immediately informed authorities at Kamunting, where her father had been detained for the last 7 years.

Somehow, Shahrial was only told of her daughter's illness at 10.30 am the next day, July 3. Aina's mother made a personal appeal to the authorities at Kamunting to let her daughter be with the dad for the last time. The doctors said Aina had only a few hours of life left, God-willing.

The authorities at Kamunting said they could not release Shahrial. They had to get your signature on the release papers. Yes, YB, your precious signature.

Aina's father was finally released at 5pm. It was the longest four-hour journey to Kuala Lumpur.

Shahrial got to her daughter's side at 9.45 pm. He was too late. Aina had passed away at 6.20pm without seeing her father. " - Rockybru

He was denied the right to see her daughter, what ? Because he's an ISA detainee ? I pray that the sky crumbles upon your bald head and the ground shakes beneath your feet for your sin against this detainee, who you and your gang have happily imprisoned.

Do you have a daughter ? Imagine, having to slide down the mud of her grave and having to bury her. Breaking in tears and having to part goodbyes though you really don't want to. Imagine having to walk away from the dark cemetery and leaving your daughter who you have, for years, cared for and pampered with. Syed Hamid, imagine.

What was his fault to be deserving such injustice and cruelty ? Coz he's an ISA detainee, a political prisoner to be exact. Hes not even proven guilty. Put behind bars for 7 friggin years and NO TRIAL. No hope, no whatever.

And moreover, God this is sad, WHAT WAS HER FAULT ? WHAT WAS HER FAULT GODDAMNIT ?! Answer this when you stand behind your Maker, the Utmost Exhalted and The Mightiest of All. Answer this.

.. and my deepest condolences for the grieving family, and you know you're not alone in this hard time. The whole Malaysia is raging.

My special thanks went to the Government of Malaysia and Mr. Syed Hamid specifically.

/sad - gravely.

Sultan Shalahuddin Al Ayubi & Err.. ?

"Seluruh kaum Muslimin yang menyaksikan kewafatannya menitiskan air mata apabila Sultan yang mengepalai negara yang terbentang luas dari Asia hingga ke Afrika itu hanya meninggalkan warisan 1 dinar dan 36 dirham. Tidak meninggalkan emas, tidak punya tanah atau kebun. Padahal berkhidmat pada kerajaan berpuluh tahun dan memegang jawatan sebagai panglima perang dan Menteri Besar sebelum menubuhkan Emirat Ayyubiyah.

Kain yang dibuat kafannya adalah betul-betul dari warisan beliau yang jelas-jelas halal dan sangat sederhana. Anak beliau yang bernama Fadhal telah masuk ke liang lahad meletakkan jenazah ayahnya. Dikatakan bahawa beliau dikebumikan bersama-sama pedangnya yang dipergunakan dalam setiap peperangan agar dapat menjadi saksi dan dijadikannya tongkat kelak pada hari kiamat. "

My take: Salahuddin Al-Ayubi, a great man, a great leader - easily. A man his bravery does all his talks, a man whose the Muslims are forever in debt of, a man respected and feared by his companions and adversaries alike. A man the pens of history dance upon - basically a man WORTHY of all worldly possessions, given his achievements and contributions to Islam and Muslims alike and would can easily gain access to them if he wanted to -

But he died possessing not more than a mere Dinar and 36 Dirham ! (say RM 1.36 as of current context). Oh my God. I've somehow heard the story somewhere, but I still got the shake in my heart every time I come across this. And he fights too, 100 wars and unscathed.

He didn't purchase a mansion in Gold Coast, Australia or drive a Merc or a Beamer despite being tens of years in the office. He didnt have dinners at plush places let alone having a foreign female negotiator to purchase firepower from some foreign countries. He didn't even have to blow his enemies to pieces, instead he fought them head on - with but one intention, Islam.

Before his death, he requested to be buried along with his war-coats and swords, just so that when put before his God, if asked what's he done for his religion and fellow Muslims - he could tell his Maker of wars he's participated bearing His Name. A great and respected leader - yet a humble God-fearing slave.

So you're a leader ? A Malaysian leader even ? Benchmark just how far you are just to get the scent of his ragged, furry old war coat. Heh.