Batman, Anne & The Bike

Batman was just simply, plainly breathtaking. I stood there awestruck for the most part of the movie. The awestruck that I hadn't have ever since the first franchise of the Transformers went out. The 'O' shape signifying the 'OMG AWESOME' didn't leave my mouth for a long time.

Firstly, Bane the villain. Terrifying from the get go, with a voice that sounded a tad mechanical (perhaps due to the AWEfrigginSOME mask on his face) which honestly, I think adds to the eeriness, a voice which was loud, means business and wouldn't bat an eyelash blowing up the entire earth's 6 billion population - just to make a point. And sprinkle on top of that - THE MASK. The friggin mask. Awesome. Awesome some some some. A merciless villain who would say something like "Search him, and then I'm gonna kill you.." like its the most normal thing under the sun. Then he said "Go!" and passes some sort of tracking device to the bewildered minion, who was like "Where ?" - then shot him while he was still holding the device, thus the guise of him being the domain for the tracking device. OMG. Christoper Nolan was just plain genius.

Enter Selina Kyle, the Cat Woman cast by dearly beloved, Anne Hathaway. Hathaway just hath a way with me prior to Batman. The impact she left of me in Love & Another Drugs had me telling people around "Mata masuk habuk.." a couple of times. Then, another one was One Day. But Batman was, I think quite new, even for her. A whole new territory. But she was one sexy sexy Cat Woman. Guile mixed with dry wit and a penchant for cunning. Batman had it from her a couple of times. Yes, not even THE Batman was spared from the tricks she played. First she stole an inherited diamond necklace from Batman's safe, then when he thought he'd get even with her. He got his car stolen the very same night. "Sir, your wife said *inaudible*.." and he was like "MY WIFE ?" LOL. Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh. Then with innocent face, she told him "Mr. Bruce, I'm so sorry they make you broke.." to a small retort from the Batman "I doubt that." EPIC.

Then the Bat Bike. The Bat Bike. My recent obsession with bikes doesn't help either. I had to pick up my awestricken jaws from the floor a couple of times due to how awesome that thing was. The artfully beautiful revving sound of the bike, the ridiculously aerodynamic seating. Those impossibly thick tyres. And what the hell do you need a blasting cannon attached on the side of your bike for, which weirdly, ironically, is why the Bat Bike is so so sexy. The way it took a swerve when the GCPD thought Batman was cornered, just for it to unleash the most spectacular, yet impossible L-turn in front of the admiring dumbstruck police forces. Man oh man, I am in effin love. And put on top of the ride, the cunning Selina Kyle. Sexy doesn't even begin to describe it.

Batman ? Well whoever needs introduction to Christian Bale's Batman should be shot a couple of times behind the head.

Just to note, my friend asked me in the theater "Where's the Joker.." and I skipped the part of trying to explain to her what with the loud noise and all. But the question does make me think later, how many franchise there is for Nolan's Batman. Further searches proved me an ignorant buff- whatever, there are currently three franchises of Nolan's Batman and I have only watched 2 of them. Batman Begins commences download as we speak.

Laters.

p/s: Anne Hathaway ♥

Avatar Quotes

"Avatar The Last Airblender.." (Wait, what ?)

- Anna Mariati, with the most confident of face.

Me, face-palming trying to hold the bursting laughter.

Just Gotta Have These!

Source: gastrotraveling.com via Mohd Fakhrolruzi on Pinterest

Source: chocolatesuze.com via Mohd Fakhrolruzi on Pinterest

Deep fried Mars bars. My oh my. I juz gotsa has dis!

*drools*

:)

Well another Smiley-titled post. Dunno what's happening to me lately. Well Malas is cliche. So there..

..of Colorado Mass Shooting & Ramadhan.

A culture of Shock & Awe and Carpet Bombing breed these cowardly generation of US teens. Mass shooting after another mass shooting. Sadly, and sickeningly, one of the slain victim, a Sportsblogger Jessica Ghawi had just narrowly escaped another mass shooting just six weeks earlier. Just what the hell is wrong with these teens ?

In times like this, though unfair to the memories of the fallen ones, its hard not to be prejudice, judgemental and cynical. I mean the US is too busy minding others' business, terrorist here, terrorist there, while you cultivate Terrorism in your own backyard.

And this time around it gets scarier as it hits quite close to home too, as one of my nephew is currently pursuing his studies in the University of Colorado. Tah la, the US just does not walk away with these classic cases of Pot calling kettle black.

Obummer should really focus in strengthening his country and forget about meddling in what happens behind others' closed doors.

In the meantime, I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my Muslim brethren and sisters. Let us all take this chance The Almighty has granted us with. To thank Allah for the chance to meet another of His blessed Ramadhan and MOST of all to achieve the Blessings, Forgiveness and ultimately Lailatul Qadr - the three phases of Ramadhan. InsyaAllah.

Paris :)

Thanks.. :)

For the smile on my face.

Hi, Saya Fakhrol :]

"There's no point to stop being a dick just to become a better asshole.."

- Myself, Aug 4 2010

(Yes. Yes. Narcissism. Sheesh, please stop whispering so close to my ears Gaddammit!)

Yuck Foo!

I have nothing against you. I just hate everything that you stand for. Yuck Foo! (thats French's word for, I love you too. No, I'm not lying. I promise.)

And yes, I hate you with a passion.

3 Doors Down - Here By Me



I hope youre doing fine out there without me
Cause Im not doing so good without you
The things I thought youd never know about me
Were the things I guess you always understood

So how could I have been so blind for all these years?
Guess I only see the truth through all this fear,
And living without you

And everything I have in this world
And all that Ill ever be
It could all fall down around me.
Just as long as I have you,
Right here by me.

I cant take another day without you
Cause baby, I could never make it on my own
Ive been waiting so long, just to hold you
And to be back in your arms where I belong

Sorry I cant always find the words to say
But everything Ive ever known gets swept away
Inside of your love

And everything I have in this world
And all that Ill ever be
It could all fall down around me.
Just as long as I have you,
Right here by me.

As the days grow long I see
That time is standing still for me
When youre not here

Sorry I cant always find the words to say
Everything Ive ever known gets swept away
Inside of your love

And everything I have in this world
And all that Ill ever be
It could all fall down around me.
Just as long as I have you,
Right here by me.

And everything I have in this world
And all that Ill ever be
It could all fall down around me.
Just as long as I have you,
Right here by me.

Goon

"Why don't you give me your number and I promise that I'll never call you.."

- Doug Glatt

Ride To Write

I took a look at all the drafts. The ones posts that I either dare not publish or I somehow lose the appetite to publish. For I am one hell of an impulsive writer, or doer, for that matter. I rarely write with my head, I ride my emotions to write. Thus, when the mood swings to arctic cold, I would just drop the pen, literally speaking, and poof.

But when I take a look back, the draft posts, the ones that I write not trying to be pretty or decent, are the source of a great great inspiration. Some of the stuffs I wrote when I was pissed or madly in love are just.. Yes somebody pass me the Bakul already. I'll get in and pick it up myself. And go and try to figure this Malay idiom in play. Or else, feel free to - Oh well..

I am a free spirit trapped in the rigidity of trying to be pretty. Perhaps, the need to feel accepted. Was I attention-deficient growing up ? Mak said I was.

This is some very random shit. From some very random thoughts.

Tipe X – Kamu N’gak Sendirian



Bila ku tak disini
Tetaplah kau bernyanyi
Dan bila ku tlah pergi
Kenanglah yang terjadi

Pastikan padaku bahwa kamu
Kan baik-baik saja
Karna disetiap mimpiku
Pasti slalu ada kamu

Dengarkan dan rasakan
Lagu yang kuciptakan untukmu
Walau mungkin terdengar gak merdu
Tapi hanya untukmu

Kita pernah bersama disini
Lalui hari penuh warna warni
Meski tak seindah pelangi
Tapi kita pernah bermimpi

Percayalah padaku
Meski digelap malam
Kamu ngga sendirian
Dan semua bintang yang kutinggalkan
Temani kau sampai akhir malam

Dengarkan dan rasakan
Lagu yang kuciptakan untukmu
Walau mungkin terdengar gak merdu
Tapi hanya untukmu

Kita pernah bersama disini
Lalui hari penuh warna warni
Meski tak seindah pelangi
Tapi kita pernah bermimpi

Percayalah padaku
Meski digelap malam
Kamu ngga sendirian
Dan semua bintang yang kutinggalkan
Temani kau sampai akhir malam

Mungkin ini hanya sementara
Mungkin juga untuk selamanya
Tapi nanti jika kukembali
Kau harus ada disini

Percayalah padaku
Meski digelap malam
Kamu ngga sendirian
Dan semua bintang yang kutinggalkan
Temani kau sampai akhir malam

Percayalah padaku
Meski digelap malam
Kamu ngga sendirian
Dan semua bintang yang kutinggalkan
Temani kau sampai akhir malam

Na na na na
Na na na na

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

Met the guys from the old office lunch tadi. Smiles.

Met Kak Ida. I think I was myself again for I dunno how long. A part of me I left at the AMC when we were forced to move. I didn't realize it, I was like THIS (picture me doing the backward 'C') talkative. Am I that lonely in HQ ? I've read somewhere that one tends to be talkative when one's lonely. Or in a lonely place. Or is feeling lonely. Or something to do with solitude.

I wish the Me of today could tell the Me of yesterday that everything is gonna be OK. That everything is gonna be alright. That everything will be fine.

Then I wish the Future Me would whisper that "This too shall pass.." or "You'll get through this.." - A smile on my face as I type this. Yes, this too shall pass. I've already known the secret. Problem with me, is that I know everything. Yet I know nothing.

"I could not become anything, neither bad nor good, neither a scoundrel nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect, and now I'm eking my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything; that only a fool can become something." - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Out of place. Perhaps. But that was what transpired in my mind as I type the paragraph preceding the quote by Mr. Dostoevsky.

I was happy to see them. Loved the shirt that I managed to 'pow' Kak Ida from. But the pix has failed to reach the masses due to an unseen circumstance thanks to Anna Mawiati. Damnit.

:)

Don't feel like typing shits. But these pictures say, I dunno what they say to you, but they exclaim: "GO! Drop whatever you're fucken doing and GO!" to me.

And for the record this post should be titled; The Bucketlist, Revisited & Updated.

♥

"Ayah hang dulu time muda-muda, pakaikan helmet Mak siap tenung lama-lama lagi. Laa (sekarang) ni, kalau Mak gelak-gelak, dia siap pukui helmet ataih (atas) kepala Mak. Punggg!"

How cute.

Mak, as she grumbles her way on top of my FZ complaining that Ayah has yet to lower down the passenger's foot rest for her to step on. The combination of the 'stiff' foot rest and the vertically challenged midg- I mean Mak are just too darn adorable.

I love You. And NOTHING will take that away from me.

8 Miles Quotes

"Fuck you. But have a nice day!"

- Lotto

F.ruZi ™

Awesome. Yes I know. That's what happen when pure awesomeness meets his dynamic duo. By the way this post is intended to serve as a reminder that FZ shall require his oil change when the mileage clocks 10,000. How time flies. And how KLIA is quite hell of a distant to go to work to from Puchong.

p/s: For those of you who hasn't noticed the obvious yet. F.ruZi ™ is the combination of Fakhrolruzi and FZ (yes, you're slow, I forgive you :P)

Something Stupid ♥

No matter how far I go
Doesn't matter how smart I'd get

So glad I found You.
You who make me believe that I'm the smartest person alive.
And still someone who I can be insufferably stupid with.

Selamat Hari Jadi Ayah

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

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