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.