Artist : Plain White T's
Album : All That We Needed
Title : Hey There Delilah
Footnote : Schweetnesh.



Hey there Delilah
Whats it like in New York City
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square cant shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
dont you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
close your eyes
listen to my voice its my disguise
Im by your side

Ohhh, its what you do to mee
Oh, its what you do to me (x2)
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are gettin hard
but just believe me girl
some day i'll pay the bills with this guitar
we'll have it good
we'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say,
if every simple song i wrote to you
would take your breath away
I'd write it all.
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Ohhh, it's what you do to mee
Oh, it's what you do to me (x2)

A thousand miles seems pretty far
but they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way.
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because
we know that none of them have felt this way
Delilah I could promise you
that by the time that we get through
the world will never ever be the same
and you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
you be good and dont you miss me
2 more years and you'll be done with school
and I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to

Hey there Delilah heres to you,
this one's for you

Ohhh, it's what you do to me
Oh, its what you do to me (x2)
What you do to me
Oh oh oh oh etc

I'm dumb & i'm childish. Fuckfaced.

A M R A H K R A E D

If you can hear my tears tonight
The feeling that i fear to fight
The feeling that places none above you
One that spells " I love You "

Every Cliche that was given birth by overused Expressions
" I'm sorry ".. & I'd understand why it's refused acceptance

The unspoken lapse that defines the gap between us
With checkpoints of Trials & Tribulations that screen us
I cant find the sight of me without U in my arms
Let me be your Oasis, one that offers Dew of no harms
Without U, i lost the cause of my Struggle
Verbally defected, like a clause with no vowels

When soothing tunes turn looney, am hollow
I'm drowning in the Darkest Damned Sorrow
Panting on INadequacy of the meaning of words
From lips that project the spinning of Curse

Tonight i put faith behind my every words
Every syllables binded a sentence - Far from absurd
And every phrase that commutes a meaning
Meaning of my INterpretations, the very foundation of my leaning.

** Usual flipping of an old notebook, thought its kinda cool, a few ammendments here and there, and here i am..

Sundays, Sin Days..
And the shit goes on..
Current Listen : N/A

Sundays have always, never failing, to obliterate whatever cheers that i've got in me into ashes. They never have. In Sundays, I'll always feel confused. In Sundays i'll always feel that the clock is ticking a little faster than the rest of the days in a week, and every tick, is a tick against me. Sundays, do you hate me ? Goddamn it, dont make me see ya for i shall molest ya without any hinge of Remorse.

Wanna go buy a brand new DVD Writer since the previous one was simultaneously raped by me, I and myself, so bad that she cough off sperms from her lips. Yea gross, sue me, fuckers ! And my parents had to use my car to go to some kenduris of my pop's subordinates. Yea yea yea, whatevers.

Goddamn it, gimme pussies. Fuck 'em.

Edits : And oh, Salman Rushdie splits with his wife, WARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH KARGH, so much for the freedom eh ? Serves you right fucker.

* Inserts middle finger(s) *

Disclaimer : That was edited after the first time publishing, and im glad i accidently saw the Salman Rushdie post in my Blog.

Paper Plane In The Rain
Current Listen : Jason Wade of Lifehouse - You Belong To Me.mp3

Stared upon the blank screen, and all i see is You
I thought i lose something and thats when i realize I miss U !

My admiration towards you - A paper plane launched in the rain
Its Agony binded by thousand pains, long have i known that its vain

To be without, makes no sense while to be with you, is total Nonsense
A side of me hates you, while the other loath you - being absent.

The root of my pain is One, yet im facing 2 Me's
IF and only if, you can see how meaningful you are to me..

And should you not, just let it reside under the sheet of my deathbed
And the Earth shall bear the very weight of the memories coloured in Red

" We'll See.. "
2 years (yea almost) of Blogging & still counting. Let us commemorate the very first time i ever stumbled upon a Blog.

At times i wake up wondering of the purpose of my Life. Purpose or Goal, cascade down, fusion into short, long and if i may, definite termed characteristics.

The definite goal, being a Muslim, apparently, with or without concious, is to be ready for the Afterlife, though clearly, little have i done to prepare myself before Him. I admit.

Long & short termed, in my view, are defined on wordly purposes. These goals have by far, been the most frustrating. Loads of them have lingered within the back of my head, and none has manage to survive for me to see its end. Its either they were prematurely born, half way pursuit or not even pursued at all. I find my Life, at certain point, sickeningly plain. Is it the aftertaste of my newly developed personality or has it been there all along just for me to realize it as of late ?

At times i feel that I alone am Adequate to take on the whole world and her scorns, while the other time, i find myself salivating for the embrace of accompaniment. Had someone who was really interested in me, and this my friend, is very RARE and is no daily occurance, and i let her off sliding on the slippery platfrom of my Ignorance.

But do i really need or long for company, as in current context ? Coz yea, gradually i will. Guess being in adventure will open your eyes in all sort of directions. Path of Uncertainty is the path that'll lead me to seeing the bigger picture. Yea, i guess. Should i was wrong ? Well, i've got my whole remaining breathe for rectifications. I will find out along the way or at least i hope i will.

" We'll see.. " - is a Friend's default answer to the uncertains & i cant help myself liking it.

We'll see, thus.

Reality Check.
Current Read : The Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi

Reality will always be Harsh, and thats exatcly why its called Reality. Its edges can at times, oddly prod through not the front, but the rear too. Nothing's really Odd now when the concept finally touches down on my silly head. I thank God for what wonderful individuals i've met that have played major roles on creating who i am, or at least who i appear to be, and how my thoughts take their shapes. Thank you, friends. Thank you really. I've been vacationing in between Reality and my complacent Fantasy for far longer than i should have.

And now i'm paying the price.

* Draws the old persona *

.. Attempting to give a fuck..

The West, The Mighty Mighty West.
Current Read : Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi

UK's gonna award Knighthood to the apostate Salman Rushdie (May you you rot in the Abyss of hell, sucker !). Oh the West, the Mighty Mighty West. The Wisest of all among us - is probably the West-est of all. Oh please do correct me if i'm wrong, i'm just too conservatively East, i suppose.

Be it the fingers of the unborns, the children, the elders, victimized by the Arrogance of the West even, aren't adequate to count the West's crafted INjustice. Not once, neither it was twice, nor was it thrice, the West has come to the aid of those who loath Islam or at least under the pretense of loving it, like the faggot mentioned above. Oh i'm overly emotional am i ? I mean look at the struggling factions of the promised land, Palestine, how quickly was it the West has come to approve the newly formed Abu Mazen's (Mahmoud 'Faggot' Abbas) government, why ? Simply because they're moderate. Moderate my ass. Those Fatah punks are treacherous bastards who are willing to sacrifice anything for the mere illusional sense of power, and to make it merrier, they don't mind the existance of Israel. Ground will shake beneath your feets, you peasants. Bastardization at its best, i gladly present Fatah.

* Standing ovation *

I mean c'mon now, if you're like despise or scared of Islam so much, why dont you just say it out loud ? Make it clear and dont shred our hearts with your nobly put actions and put it under the guise of Humanity or Democracy or whatever flying fuckably flowery terms that you've come up with, when its all plain hatred. Hatred - i gotta reiterate.

* Insert one of those fingers on each hand up *

Fuck you.

Will You Look At Us ?
Current Read : Think & Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill

A glance at the Palestinian factions, i'm eking out of the thoughts on how the designated fight among Hamas & Fatah will leave no one but the West with the last laugh, and oh not forgetting the apes descendants in Tel Aviv too. Designated you say ? Yes. Indeed designated, to conceal the mere fact that Olmert is only able to convey INcapablities and oh, The Mightyly Important, erm, pardon me, Impotent, Bush thats clearly limping in his leading capacity.

And sure enough, the world's attention will now be shifted to the Gaza strip in the midst of daily slayings of the occupying soldiers in Iraq & Afghanistan.

Cant blame the World for having such lack of attention span now can we ?

Paradoxical 9'
Current Listen : N/A

The night's windy & tranquilising, tho its colour doesnt justify such beauty..
The night's Dark & Black and you're the only colour that paints contrastingly..
I was anxious, but was too drained of Curse to give a Damn !
Wrestled my Fear and pushed my feet against the fuel pedal & here i am..

In the vicinity of which my heart lays on, the very place that defines -
My every Dreams and my Incubus.. The very heart of Section Nine.

Our Exchanging of words are slides that put my emotions in motions
You're both Antagonist & Protagonist, 2 legged Paradox, a Walking Contradiction.
The Agony of my Bliss, the Joy of my Pain.
And IF, I, dont make any significance 4 U, just let I reside in Va_n.

" Smile For Me.. "
Current Listen : Tupac Shakur Feat. Scarface - Smile.mp3
" Gon' have some stuff that you're gonna see thats gonna make it hard to smile.. "

Tupac's Sorrowful Back

Old cache of memories revisited. I miss Tupac all of a sudden. Here's one of my favourite Tupac's piece :

The Rose that Grew from Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet.
Funny it seems,
but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

Laters.

The Haunted Corners of Familiar Rooms IV.
Current Listen : Voices in my head.

First off, i fuckin loath laptops. So babi, hence.

I'm Numb. My eyes lowered thru the batterings of Life.
Sanity check, i start counting my fingers, each hand, still five.
Battered with One feeling while splattered with different pains
Back in the back of my mind, where the old Raizzen still reign
Seems that this is the last of my shelter, i pray not that it falter
Wars in my head prolonged, each time new Warlord claims that he's better

My concious fades in the light of swords, hands and fist.
And Fuck it, takes a Nobody, only a Nobody'd understand this.

Me at my worst, i was never a quick thinker, therefore the 5-10 minutes piece is like whatever (tho' yea i admit that a couple of concepts have been lingering in my mind fer sometimes). Therefore, whatever. Today was Hectic, exhausting, dumbfounding, pocket crunching and so on and so on, sighs i'm brokeeeeeeee.

Been doing welfare fer my company like a lot and i'm almost mampus and i've vowed not to mintak duit from my parents anymore therefore, this is me. Fulfilling my vow. Sighs. Further further further tensi like hell with works and these kids attitude. Guess after all i'm the one whos childish..

Can i dial 1800-fuckin-help-me-100 ? I need an audient !

Have i forgotten how to spit my rage in between the lines, on a scroll back, this aint really what i'm feeling but on 2nd thoughts, ermm whatever.

The Haunted Corner of Familiar Rooms III.
Current Listen : Tupac Shakur - Unconditional Love.mp3

Was flipping through the pages of an old book and stumbled upon a familiar handwriting. Mine. It was last year's. A personal vow, one that was crafted while i was dreadfully floating in between Reality & FanEcstasy. The resounding sound that tags along with the pronounciation of the name. Her name. Not the best of memory but definitely the best memorized. One of the most painful journey i've had.

" Every man falls, but how do u exploit the fall into a powerful bounce to the top is all that matters " - I, Drowning in my own tears. (10.33 PM, 25 April 2006)

How long has it been ? More than a year ? Looking back, i can now smile at the kid i was, and pretty much still am. The rash, foolish me. I'd overlook shits after shits should it was her. How's she doing ? What's she doing now ? Foolishness.

Despites, i moved on, not that i pick the pieces of myself up together, no, its not that, its just that was forced to sprint along the fast paced life of ours. I was forced to give up, to forget etc. Am glad i didnt stay in Solitary..

* We'll be back after the commercials.. *

Gloomy Sunday.
Current Listen : Keith Urban - You'll Think of Me.mp3
Sighs..Sighs..Sighs..

-X-

Space INtended for a piccie, but Photobucket is

like damn Pukimak dari semalam lagi.

Woke up this morning, all alone in the house. Oh, the quiet life, quite nice i must say. Half eaten Big Mac from last night's pathetic lone dinner fer breakfast. Simplicity. The rain was falling not too heavy and not too light fer my liking. Fantastic. Solitary is a thing of beauty, ermm yea, but not all the time.

On the other hand, am pretty depressed of self limitting believes that i've imposed upon myself, believes of i cant do this and that. Its depressing. Twenty something years of self-imposed stupid believes and an induitably contributory helping hands from social conditioning, are now taking their tolls. And heavy ones at that. The outgoing me, the outspoken me, the adventerous me the etc. me are struggling to get out of the shell that i have created out for myself just in case i need to avoid the Reality in the past, the shell that shelters the Shy, Drawn back, Negative etc me.

In pursuit of the fullest, voids are common is what i've said to a friend, and i'd like to believe that at the end of the tunnel, there awaits an exciting, gutsy, not seeking approval brand new me. And i'd like to believe that these are just mere sharpnels of an explossive self that's about to appear. Hell, if thats the case, then its all worth it.

You.
Schweet Distraction From The Reality That Bites.
Current Listen : Gwen Stefani - The Sweet Escape.mp3

You.

A strong front in presence of Agony & burst of laughters when u actually suffer.
For the smiles of ones u hold dear, pain over pleasure is what u'd prefer.
Far too strong to be protected, proven agile to be stopped.
Still, the reach of my arms are an open shelter, just in case u drop.

Thus..

Behold ! A phrase that weighs the relevance of a century or 2..
Fuck J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S & T. I.. wanna be with U !
Funny how the mere distance of a few words swap into a meaning.
Hillarity, when a couple of bond letters can shape my every feelings.

You're not my Everything, No ! - Cause you're my World..
My assurance, my hindrance, my best, my worst, my girl.

How's it going, Pal ?

Langkawi Trip Part II : An Island's Altered Ego.

Langkawi, Defaced & Vulnerable.
Current Listen : Jamrud - Pelangi Dimatamu.mp3

Soothing Greenaries. Damn, am such a Nature lover aint I ?

Oh how fake.

Hi, my name was Horrible !

Barriers are lame excuses for Mortals. Non existant.

She's lookin' Majestic, aint She ?

Ahh.. Finally got to catch ya, fast creature.

No piccie until 45 degrees positioning.

" He's Shady, I dont trust him ! "

The Tepi Laut Seats By Our Motel. Niceness.

Most of the piccies were taken from the hands of their owner, err i mean taken in my first day of arrival. While the suckers were intimately attached to the Motel's bedsheets. I chose to walk the Windy paths of the Unknown just to find myself in the arms of Langkawi, her alter ego, to be exact. Shes neither the Pradas nor Fendis nor does she is a Remy Martin. Shes of Natural Beauty, a rarely sighted personna though, i will have to remind you. Rarity.

Langkawi Trip Part I : Definition of Ad-Hoc
Ad-Hogged.
Current Listen : N/A

Was a very nice trip INdeed. Me and Mak was having a discussion on cheap (?) AirAsia flight ticks on our way back home from werk and boom ! "Lets go to Langkawi ! "

The Suckers At Their Suckest. lol.

Me & Mak, we form a nice team. We melt my pops attempted Resistance, we make allies with Yan, and hence, all obstacles cleared. The Quagmire lost its Significance in the presence of us.

The Rocky Bitch.

Now the only thing thats left to clear is the transportation method. This is vital, make or break, it either we get to borrow our cuz's car or we're not going at all. And the ever so nice cuz of us, lend us her Mighty Toyota Unser. We owe you one. Off we shoot to Kuala Perlis.

" ..And Nobody Would Understand This "
Current Listen : My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You.mp3

I walk in pain. Pain walks besides me. I bleed. I bleed profusely. I've tried to walk in the shoes of Campassion & Love yet i found out that my feets fit best with the sneakers of Hatred.

Humans are in such constant frustration because we crave for Perfection. Crave it enough to pursue it with all our might, blood, sweat and every ounce of scarcity of our Life. Guess what ? No such thing as Perfection, with the exception of God.

But does that means we need to halt the pursuit ? Go ahead, but no, not me. If constant pain is what it takes for me to be as close as i can to Perfection, and so - Be it.

Consequences is eating me alive. Aftermath is throbbing my flesh. I'll hang in there till the very dust of my bones is one with the soil.

A Scary Place They Call - Human Minds
So many what if's : Am scared.
Current Listen : My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You.mp3

What if this is all but Reality, am scared of what'll be found at the end of the tunnel.
What if the journey with a cause is actually a cause to a horrendous fumble.

I glance at Joe, while peering at the 3 winged chirps.
Refusing to make visible his smiles, he pretends rubbing dirts.
The chirping trio, entirely oblivious of their sorrounding -
Playfully whistle & wrestle, unaware of any potential gruesome findings.

A moment halted, his fingers hesitated at the tip of the trigger.
The heartily beats race with the speed of wets behind his ears.
To split basic Humanity & social conditioning in split seconds.
His hands trembeling, result of a lengthy war in his head, i reckon.

And i tried to reside INvisible, yet am drawn to the very core.
Life's a Bitch and now am forced to deal with this Whore ?
" C'mon now " i yelled at my heart's content. But in a mute tone.
" Puke the metal slug or i'll be forced to do what i wont ! "

I cant recall the first, but this might be our final friendly trip.
Hesitation is attributed to the shallows and am far too deep.
A thunderous sound & a smoking barrel, ironically - a teary " Goodbye, peep "
Instead of 3, i left the 4th victim drowning in his own crimson drips.

" Saya Sebuah Blog "
"I love my country, only do i hate the slobs who lead it to - Astray"

Rainy day has never fail to associate me with sorrows & loneliness

Saya dilahirkan di sebuah minda yang tidak mahu dipenjara. Oh, puitis sungguh. Saya berumur, ermm, biar saya kira.. satu, dua, ah sape pedulik. Tuan saya seorang yang penyayang lagi berkaki lebar, err maksud saya, berkaliber. Kami gemar menghabiskan masa lapang kami dengan menonton Cerekarama dan juga termenung di tasik-tasik sambil mencari ilham untuk meng-pinpoint dunia. Tuan saya mempunyai suatu persepsi yang sangat berbeza tentang dunia, sekurang-kurangnya saya fikir begitu.

Setelah hampir xx tahun kami bersama, saya mulai terasa perubahan-perubahan terhadap layanan yang saya terima, kami tidak lagi makan semeja seperti dulu-dulu. Malahan adakalanya beliau juga bertindak kejam dengan meniggikan suara beliau terhadap saya.

Raizzen's Note of Oblivious :

I cant proceed, the more i do, the more the seeming puke would seem inevitable. Its just that i've just suddenly stumbled upon the cluster of my primary school memories, in which, this nature of writing is my favourite and my advantage.. or so i would like to think. Notice how the end of this type of composition will typically be the demise of the narrator. How childish, LOL.

Oh, reminiscence is schweet.