Crime of Bliss.

Gone are the days where Solitary and Me
Were part of a pact, if you would, a fraternity.

Fingers have to be pointed, someone HAS to be the instigator!
Where did it all go wrong ? I can only think of one perpetrator.

For you fit into all the description of Bliss
The very epitome of loneliness' anti-thesis.

And for that, I love You. Just the way are.
And yes, I AM actually talking about you, N___________r.

Charred Words & Profanity..

I seriously need to control these demons I have running in my veins. Demons whose urges are sometimes so strong that I feel compelled to scream at the top of my lung and puke out my charred words, incinerated by my flame of rage. Even, even at my MOST LOVED ones.

It bothers me that I thought its called for, that it is OK for me to yell out abusive verses at them - or to engage in a less profane, but no less harmful tool at my disposal - Cynicism. It bothers me that I thought it was OK for me to do that.

Truthfully, I don't wanna be in this state. But on the contrary, ironically, I find myself so often refusing the refuge of talking things out. You know its fucken' bad to stay in the state, you know no good will come out of it. But you just don't wanna be saved.

But in the utmost actuality, you do. And fuck, save your breaths from telling me how paradoxical this is. I am a breathing Paradox. Don't tell me ME.

Quotes la Apa Lagi.

"If money doesn't buy happiness, does poverty ?"

- MJ DeMarco

Because we're Manchester fucken' United.

Fuck you ye dirty Cockneys!

But Hey..

I hope United would beat the crap out of the pathetic excuse of a team called Le' Arse, or something like that. Because I would surely wipe my ass with Facebook pages of their Cockney whiny, whimpery fans' braggadocios and give them a taste of their own mad-cine. You know how I 8-2 relive the past because it surely is never a good teacher.

But hey..

Hrm.

Even this ? Pffttttttt

This is what happens when the clock is punched right at the 2.59 in the a.m and your eyelids were punched a hole, each. You Google things you never would have bothered had you had your ways with some holographic Scarlett Johansson - in some weird ass dreams you invented for yourself. Or in short if you're fast asleep.

But since I'm not. Look at what I found. A blogger who sound like me, writes like me, even quacks like me. Wait, was it actually me ?

My favorite post - Yes. The narcissism. My favorite post from my OWN blog ? You've gotta love the sound of your own voice so much to reach that level of stuck up, don't you ?

I just love my own entry so much, I'd like to quote myself;

"tatau nak taip ape lagi..anyways yang aku post seme tu dalam diari aku... maklom laa baru open blog kan... jadi aku post je kan balik le... senang... bukan ape..nak membanyakkan ape yang aku taip dalam ni.."

OK fine. Maybe I am THAT good so much so as to have a doppelganger I never thought exist. But c'mon. At least be creative. You even plagiarize this ? THIS ? OK I'll narrow it down for you;

"Do you believe that forks are evolved from spoons?

- Nope, they were originally men that flirt way too much.."

And compare that to this. Come THE FUCK on. If you're that fucken' dumb, be original in your Blogger profile in the least.

Oh well, stranger things have happened. I guess that is the price you pay for being Raizzenably good. Yes you heard that right. Well, literally. And to Mini-Me, if you want to plagiarize, at least do a better job. You shamed me with that kind of half-ass plagiarism. Secondly, I've just made you famous. So screw yourself hard and get your filthy hands off THE Pieces of My Thoughts.

By the way, I think you deserve some creds for disabling comments. Otherwise, you'll wish for another ass hole to be screwed a thousand times over. Erm, sorry that was Saiful. Sheesh, what a pain in the ass.

By No Means A Misdemeanor

I'm all out of expression, pfft, the audacity! Not to mention the Irony..
Coz if 'I love u' should be a crime - I'd happily commit a felony!

Flap ur wings, take flight & fly high I hope u'll grow from strength to strength
Leave d' naysayers picking their jaws, shed ur skin - time to go out with a bang!

I know too often than not I don't talk straight, but this, straight from the heart
Its ur smile I wanna see when the sun's bright & its ur tears I'm gonna wipe when times're hard

"According to the laws of physics, a bee can't fly, the weight of the bee, the surface area of it's wings and the power available from it's flight muscles, put them all into an equation, it comes up short and the bee shouldn't be able to fly.."

Take Off, Take Flight. Selamat Bekerja.

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Anyone.. Anyone but you.

Nite.

Weh Makcik I miss You. But Me, being the understanding person I am understand that you might be penat and all. So here's a very Good Night to My Better Half.

Love,

MFA.

Note To Self.

FZ has just got his oil changed at 1460 mileage. We'll come to the 'who' later. ;)

Thank You, Sasang.

You made my day.

And you make me smile.

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.

:)

Dah lama tak buat perangai macam ni.. Smiley posts in a matter of days..

"Who are as beautifully imperfect"

A point to come back to. Right now I have to run.

Finally.




=)

(:

.. and here I thought we'd already danced our last song together. Yes I've missed you.

Deepavali Morning Ramblings - Should-I-Post-This-? Post.

The whole 6-1 results was rather blown out of proportion. The 6-1 scoreline doesn't actually reflect Ciddeh's terrifying-ness nor United's fall from grace. We attacked and attacked despite being a man down - and 3-1 down. If one could only be so positive and willing to pause whatever negative emotions that were flowing through his veins, one would have noticed it. But yes, it actually took me almost 24 hours to come into perspective - I have taken longer than this to accept that we actually lost to our rivals - one week - one case in point being the humiliating 4-1 defeat to Our Most Hated Rival™ - Liverstool. So despite the 6-1 scoreline, Ciddeh doesn't actually bother me as much as, say Our Most Hated Rival™ winning 4-1. That scared me. And it won't be anytime soon the Liverstool would ever achieve that kind of perks again, if any.

Its disappointing of course, but nothing we couldn't handle. Cleverley has been instrumental pulling the strings in the middle of the field for us. Anderson and Fletcher, despite how much I love 'em just don't cut it.

Taking A While To Sink In..

Kalah is one thing. Kalah 6-1 is another thing. Kalah 6-1 at the hands of the noisy prickly neighbours is another matter all to fucken gather. It has taken a while to sink in. Entries have been rewritten and erased. Because no fucken worldly words could describe these feelings. Its Ciddeh godammnit. Anyone, anyone but the lots of them.

Props to Rooney, probably the only player who played his socks off never acknowledging defeat. Probably the only player who could could come off the field saying he's given his all.

Derby Defeat.

Aku tak boleh tido. 6-1. I can't bear the scoreline. Facebook is an off-limit zone for the time being. Feel like I could punch a person right in the face for the slightest of bullshit now.

These Are Melancholic Deis.
Current Listen: Lady Antebellum - Need You Now.mp3

Its that time of the month for me I guess these past couple of days. Got in a fight with a friend I cared about dearly. I shouldn't be pissed. Yes, am telling myself this now. And in the face of being shut off, my vein is so quick to pop. The audacity. To get pissed when it was me, in the first place who was throwing tantrums - when all she did was trying to reason.

Ergh. Apologies are cheap. The price of its rejection is the one hefty. So try to pay your dues before talking from your, erm, MY high horse.

This has been a slow, slow week and these have been some very very melancholic days for me. Yes, yes, the gayness of being sad about getting into a fight with a close friend, but its not just that. This week, my mind has been traveling far and wide to the realm of memories. Knocking and opening the doors I chose to leave shut. Sometimes, it feels like am just tad at the edge of tears. Sighs. So what I did was puff puff.

You probably don't understand this don't you, hunny ? Good.

Because that was my intention in the first place.