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.

We'll Never Die

Have always thought about running this project. So that when another season wraps up I can shove their asses up their mouths. Just so happen to be pushed towards it when United lost the title by the unprecedented Goal-margin ruling. More so losing it in the last day of the campaign, at the hands of our bitter bitter rivals.

And a little bit of that unnecessary New Liverpool ™ comparison, which truth be told, is more than a little hurtful.

Thus from this day henceforth, I shall collect any snide remarks that I happen to stumble upon, hurled against United. Because when United finally does regain the title again. Trust me, I will be there with a smug you have to surgically remove from my face. And we will. Thus, I will.

So enjoy thy title whilst it last. For we will resurge from the abyss of oblivion. We never die.

You Got Me :)

You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes
I can't pretend though I try to hide - I like you
I like you.

I think I felt my heart skip a beat
I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe - you got me
You got me.

The way you take my hand is just so sweet
And that crooked smile of yours it knocks me off my feet

Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up.
It feels so good it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of.
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,
Oh (oh) my heart is filled with you.

I can't imagine what it'd be like
Living each day in this life - without you.
Without you.
One look from you I know you understand
This mess we're in you know is just so out of hand.

I hope we always feel this way (I know we will)
And in my heart I know that you will always stay

Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up.
It feels so good it must be love
I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.
Cause no matter what I do,

Oh (oh)
You got me. You got me.
Oh (oh)
You got me. You got me.

I Love You

What use are poetries if I can't convey my feelings in its rawest form. I love You and I don't care how long and what it takes. I love You.

I love you IMC Darling and I pray to God that you are the one. And ONLY.

End of.

Believe It

I can't imagine. Just quite a traffic this Blog is getting for the past few days from a post I scriptured some half a decade ago. A post I entered obliviously, to the traffic that it might generate exactly 5 years and 2 months later.

Simply because of this one keyword - 'oblivious teens making out' - Yes, out of pure curiosity;

I Googled 'teens making out' - Nada.

Hence, I improvise to - 'oblivious teens making out' - There you go. The motherload! lol

You have to be retarded not to laugh at the simple mindedness of these pube-hitting teens. Fapping their way off to anything that moves. I mean, to a certain degree you found yourself embarrassed at yourself for the case of having been there and smiling embarrassingly, alone, when one of your MANY midnight solitary Google searches led you to something that I have, albeit nonchalantly led them to now!

Sorry guys. Better luck next time :P

The Day United Lost The 20th

I have nothing more to say. I wish United would lose just to send a message to Fergie that we are severely short staffed in the midfield dept. But its a different feeling altogether when they fucken' do.

I just ran out of things to say.

-

If I could I would. But I am much too weak. I realized that now.

Haih. Air mata rasa nak berderai-derai sekarang. The song that is currently playing is Shania Twain's - You've Got A Way With Me. How, in the frailty of this heart do I hold back these tears ?

Dear God..

I know I am a sinner. I know I deserve not your Grace and Love for I am a recurring sinner. I seek for your Shelter when the sun hides itself between the clouds and I puffed my chest out when I saw the rainbow I thought waiting for me afar.

Dear God..

I Know Its Lonely Sometimes But..

"When things go wrong as they sometimes will

When the road you're trudging seems all up hill

When the funds are low and the debts are high

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh

When care is pressing you down a bit

Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns

As every one of us sometimes learns

And many a failure turns about

When he might have won had he stuck it out

Don't give up though the pace seems slow

You may succeed with another blow

Success is failure turned inside out

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt

And you never can tell how close you are

It may be near when it seems so far

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit

It's when things seem worst that you must not quit."

- Anonymous

April..

April 2012 marks one of the most melancholic times I've felt in years. A personal battle that she and I have had to face for quite some times now.

And as if that isn't gut wrenching enough, I have to part ways with persons I cared about. Colleagues-turn-Kakak, who have been with me through my gelak-crazy-happy days and through some of my darkest moments. Sisters I never have.

Kak Ida.. I ran out of words to say. Where do I start. A loyal listener to an ever-whining Me. One who would never shy away to put me in my place if I were to run out of line. The permanent victim for my who-shall-I-pick-on-today routines. A friend more than she is a colleague. And MOST importantly a sister. A sister I never have.

God knows how painful this parting is. I might be overreacting with this for people say this isn't a final parting - one but a mere geographical switch more than anything. And that's where they are wrong. Geographical change brings about different weathers, different we-

OK. That's it. Why did I even bother.

With My Shoes Buckled & The Train's Leaving

my shoe's buckled
the train's leaving
behind's all my struggle
undo the thread I was weaving

rainbows ahead rainy days at the rear view
fluffy clouds i mold a future askew

_________________________

......... :)

♥in' It.

Liverstool becoming a joke of a club and Manchester United hitting top gear at the crucial minutes of the season. How am I not loving it ?

Fuck you Liverstool.

Made My Day :D

The forums, the comments section will be a little bit sunyi what with all those stupid Scousers running scared with their tails in between their legs. I thought I'd cross my lips and delay the inevitable payloads tomorrow. But but but but but Muargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh karg. These lots are so fucken' bising when United lost - YES you read it right. When United lost NOT when they won. MAcAulay Culkin will probably grew a beard in the first two premise of Home Alone waiting for Liverstool to win something - let alone to win something of note. Pfftt.

Well, United might just be themselves tomorrow and lose the game. But fuck it lets live for today. Yes today, the day Liverstool lose and COMICALLY. Reina was superb. Suar Ratface was awesome - flying around like he's made of feathers.

Ben Arfa was a revelation. Come on now Swansea & Spurs!

Apa Pun Yang Terjadi



Bondan Prakosa:

Ketika mimpimu yg begitu indah,
tak pernah terwujud..ya sudahlah
Saat kau berlari mengejar anganmu,
dan tak pernah sampai..ya sudahlah (hhmm)

Apapun yg terjadi, ku kan slalu ada untukmu
Janganlah kau bersedih..coz everything’s gonna be OKAY

Santoz:
yo..Satu dari sekian kemungkinan
kau jatuh tanpa ada harapan
saat itu raga kupersembahkan
bersama jiwa, cita,cinta dan harapan

Lezz:
Kita sambung satu persatu sebab akibat
tapi tenanglah mata hati kita kan lihat
menuntun ke arah mata angin bahagia
kau dan aku tahu,jalan selalu ada

titz:
juga ku tahu lagi problema kan terus menerjang
bagai deras ombak yang menabrak karang
namun ku tahu..ku tahu kau mampu tuk tetap tenang
hadapi ini bersamaku hingga ajal datang

Bondan Prakoso:
Sempat kau berharap keramahan cinta,
tak pernah kau dapat..ya sudahlah
yeeah..dengar ku bernyanyi..lalalalalala
heyyeye yaya dedudedadedudedudidam..semua ini belum *****hir

Fade 2 Black:
satukan langkah..langkah yg beriring!
genggam hati, rangkul emosi!

Bondan Prakosa:
Genggamlah hatiku, satukan langkah kita

Fade 2 Black:
Sama rasa, tanpa pamrih
ini cinta..across da sea

Bondan Prakosa:
peluklah diriku..terbanglah bersamaku, melayang jauh.. (come fly with me, baby)

Fade 2 Black:
Ini aku dari ujung rambut menyusur jemari
sosok ini yg menerima kelemahan hati
yea..aku cinta kau..(ini cinta kita)
cukup satu waktu yes.(untuk satu cinta)

satu cinta ini akan tuntun jalanku
rapatkan jiwamu yo tenang disisiku
rebahkan rasamu..untuk yg ditunggu
BAHAGIA..HINGGA UJUNG WAKTU..

Poof *Gelak Tutup Mulut* Poof

"Ikrar naga dijunjung... sumpah laut menghantui... datang dari china membawa panglima berhajat... menyemai benih taat setia antara 5 bersaudara... tongkang pecah dilanggar garuda... garuda mati disambar naga... bendera bersabit kukuh berdiri... tanda kami'

Apparently there's a Facebook group named by the - Yes, the WHOLE sentence. The whole fucking sentence. Ni musti geng geng Panglima Garang nih.

Panglima Ludah. Wargh karg kargh karg kargh karg kargh karg kargh

All Hail King Hiney - Not!

"I love how King Hiney's making the joke out of himself and making Liverstool a mockery of the PL more and more after each match.

Long live the King. OK, I'll go get my head checked now. I promise."

- Raizzen, ESPN Socccernet

Happy Birthday Mak.

You aren't the best. No. For 'The Best' means, you're expendable. You're simply, Irreplaceable.

Alicia Keys - If I Ain't Got You



Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the game

Some people think
That the physical things
Define what's within
And I've been there before
But that life's a bore
So full of the superficial

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, Yeah

Some people search for a fountain
That promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove you love them

Hand me the world on a silver platter
And what good would it be
With no one to share
With no one who truly cares for me

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, you, you

Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeah

If I ain't got you with me baby
So nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me baby

"The World is but a byproduct"

Just took a stroll with my FZ just now. Damn, I've missed you buddy. Again and again. Dear God, please cepatkan keadaan duitku. Sesungguhnya I have made my buddy wait long enough. I miss you buddy. And rest assured soon after I get my hands on those monies I will dress you up with a Knight's armor. Lets go see the world together again.

Just Me & You - The World is but a byproduct.

I'll Reserve My Comment For Later, Unless You're, Oh A Liverstool Fan.

I'm so gatal to have blast or 2 at you Chelsea fans. Back then I thought the songs were like 'AVB Is THE Saviour!' and 'The New Mourinho'. Now the songs are like 'Close The Door When You Leave' and 'Pack Up & Leave'. Kelakar you Chelsea fans. There's no Maggi Mee in football. If you want instant results, buy the whole team. No, not like Manchester Shitty. I'm talking Barcelona, bitch.

But even that, wouldn't guarantee you success because God forbids, Barca players might fall down like swatted flies playing with the likes of Sdoke Ciddy.

But I shall reserve my comment up until United has brush off Harry Redknapp's Spurs.

Btw, thanx IMC for the most wonderful of gift I could ask for a birthday. But more on that later. ;)

For now lets enjoy the fact that Chelski is a team of Has-Been and Liverstool is just a bunch loud thugs who produce loud thuds to announce their arrivals. Only for people to still ignore them. Face it, you're his story. I mean history. You brag about shits you haven't been competing for for a long long long time.

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh kargh kargh kargh kargh kagrh

28 Years Later.

Damn those numbers. Keep reminding me that I am getting younger - NOT! OK malas nak type. Laters. Happy Birthday to Me. Yes bow down to the overflowing Awesomeness!

Inspirational.

"I'd settle for a busy tone, at least by that I know that you're OK.."

I Love You.

"Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings.."
Beyond years of hiding these emotions I'm concealing

We were 17 when you saw a new kid in the school without a friend
In between clatters, you asked "What does this word meant ?"

Times may have changed us into a grown woman & man
But I'm still pretty much the boy who felt in love with U then

Sure he may be irrational & mean, no apologies, that's just who Fakhrol is
But if a lifetime isn't too long, to love U to my last seconds is what I promise!

& if loving U is a mistake Life doesn't want me to forget
Then let me spend it trading fists with Regrets!

In U my heart's found a home, urm, this is perilous..
Because U hold the ONLY key to my happiness!

Just remember no matter how dark the night gets, how heartless he may be
I hope she won't forget in my heart is where Thee will always be.

In solitary, I finally figure out the equation of US - Its U plus I
Nurul's the Straw to my Berry, Haqmar's the Apple of my Eye

I can't move your mountains, but let me give you the strength to carry
6 billion people on the face of earth.. You're the only I wanna marry.

Happy Birthday RedNev!


"If you cut me up, I'll still bleed Red.."

Lets Go To War

I want this flame to blanket itself around me
For I don't see the necessity
To walk myself out of this misery

You've invoked this flare within, well I guess that's just the way you are
I hope you came prepared with a coffin, lets go to war.
Lets dance holmes, I wouldn't mind hitting dusk to befriend the dawn
I won't back down till the last dust from your charred being have I step upon

Fuck you.

The Boss!

Evra's stature has just been blown up by a thousand fold in my eyes. We love you, El Capitane!

Liverstool : The Case of Severe Delusions.

I hate Liverstool and I hate them with all my guts. And it feels good to finally shut their traps up with a bloody proper way. By beating the hell out of them in broad daylight. Now you wouldn't be so obnoxiously loud about some historical Championships statistics nobody fucken' cares about. Lets face it, you won your last major title in the 90's and now you're stuck in a time warp where STILL PICTURES are actually making more sense than a MOTION VIDEO. You bloody dumbfucks. How bloody fucken' stupid can you fucken' be ?

OK. I should stop now. I'm having a writer's block.

And screw you. Bloody dumbfucken' morons.

The Miss U Nursery Rhyme Post =)

Good friends are forever
Best Friends are rarer
In U am dealt with the best hand
Thus, I love you my Best Friend.

Dunno what's this feeling
Oh! U are the one am missing!
She belongs to me & I, hers.
Thus WE function in the presence of US.

I miss U.

Nota Kaki: United beat the shitload out of the Scouse. Sorry just gotta take a swipe. Just.

De Heya!

Fantastic save by the young Spaniard.

The Go-Figure Post.

I don't like you. And you don't give me a reason to.

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.

Once Upon A Time In China..

Disappointment.

I would've just accepted it had it been someone else but you. You disappoint me to the point of me just sitting there staring into blank space, which, mind you, I wouldn't even bother had it come harsher, even harsher than this. Had it come from someone else.

But you. Someone I hold highly. Someone I look at times, for guidance. Clearly, things you said before weren't sincere, clearly, I don't know what to make of the kinship we had. Was that real, or was it just part of a bigger charade.. ?

Entahlah..

Do The Math.



Because I'm awesome.

I Love My Country But I Hate The Government

Every tyranny that we allow take place in this country is an insult to the memory of those who traded their lives in exchange for her sovereignty.

Al-Fatihah Rosli Dhobi.

Rooting For Maggie

There's a book / rhyme book coming out, around the corner. The outrage it causes.. But wait. This is me blogging up in office hours. Yes blame the technical guys for failing me, for failing to fix the bug in my Lotus Notes email application. And special mention goes to the guys who walk in the corridors of power at our Corporate Office for the unnecessary burden that I have to shoulder, all for their own perverted idealism.

You sit high on your pretty horses while I work my ass off trying to paint the picture of your 'idealism'. Why do I have to bear the brunt of your gloriously misinformed stupid attempt on trying to right the wrong, when all you're doing is wronging it even more.

OK.. I digress.

Rooting for Maggie. Balik nanti sambung. Boo!

She..

Chatted her up. Albeit online. 'I miss you sometimes' was replaced only with 'OK. Take care'.

Who am I fooling ? I've chosen to walk away and never look back. So that's that.

Though far as she may be, a second with her was all it takes for me to rekindle those ancient. folklores.

I hope in vain that she's the one, one day.

But who am I kidding ?

Jdownloader.

I'm officially hating the software that used to be a darling, a life saver. I dunno why it's been throwing tantrums on me for the past few days. Why, because I was so persistent on finishing the Thor download ? Pfft.

The Darling it is, currently tormenting my sanity, turning every bytes of the computer into a lead and against me. Definitely not a company I want while muddling through the online business that I've just set up. Not a good company when trying to juggle in between blogs and tedious ads entries.

And to make things even lovelier, why not have Facebook throwing some confettis as well, right ? So yeah. Facebook had just done told me, smilingly, mind you - that my account has been disabled.

What a dick-fitting irony that the song I'm currently listening to is - Thank You by Alanis Morisette.

Online Store.

Due to the high cost of living and the high demands that's required in order for me to take over the world I have finally embarked on an online business frenzy AND most important of all, due to my kind virtue, to ensure that my soon-to-be subjects shall not be deprived of their future leader. I hereby present to you;

I Can't Think of Any Catchy Names Online Store

Now go and fulfill your duty as a good citizen and like me on Facebook. Yes. Now.

Aidilfitri 2011.

Celebrates Hari Raya even though I don't deserve Ramadhan.

Megamind.

I wrote a few sentences. Albeit, controlled, suppressed. Just the way I don't like 'em. So here goes. A rewritten piece. 'Naked, vulnerable and..' OK you find that other word to complete the usual three-rule.

I loved every single thing about the movie. The fact that Will Ferrell act as the voice behind Megamind. The incredibly sexy, talented Tina Fey. And that oh-so charming smug smuck off arrogance from the City's saviour himself, played by Brad Pitt.

I've lost count actually, how many times have I wandered along the stretch of imaginary realm. Lost in child like fantasy - watching this movie. Over and over and over again. I can practically chuck out line after lines from this movie. Well, at least for the first 10-20 minutes. The extend of how quite an all-time favourited this movie is to me.

The point I'm arriving after much dilly dallying to is - I can relate. I can relate with Megamind on so many levels emotionally. Being the outcast, the least wanted pestilent creature. 'The screw-up, the black sheep, the bad boy' where 'fitting in wasn't really an option.'

While not exactly an outcast, I've always felt solitary, even in numbers I tend to go to that quiet corner of my mind and having a long, long conversation with myself.

Megamind wasn't half as bad as he tried so hard to potray, he was a child at heart, never really grew up while still having that one lifelong, unfulfilled desire to be accepted and validated as a member of the society. He was a genius. And often in the case of geniuses - we're the victim of our own intellect, misunderstood. Outcasted. For people grew paranoid of people who doesn't stick to the rules of norm.

He was deprived of home in his formative years. Where to be accepted was to be outcasted in itself. High security cell prison.

If anything, he viewed his arch nemesis, one Metroman as a friend more than anything he ever blurted out in public. For the only company he has is Minion.

I actually dunno where I'm going with this. So I'll end it here and I might edit it later.

Might not.

Megamind's awesome is all.

Gameweek 2.

Haih nak belagak kat Facebook tak dapat pulak. What are the odds of 2 pages I frequent being inaccessible at an odd time like this ? Sheeshhhhhhhhhhhh.

United 3 - Spuds 0.

Welbeck, Anderson & Rooney.

=)

Perspective.

"One sign of failure is the slowness in which a decision is reached & the quickness of which its changed.."

.. or something like that.

- Napoleon Hill, Think & Grow Rich

Quote & Some Shits

"Champions find a way to win, losers find a way to whine.."

- Some ESPN Soccernet commentator.

Beautiful. Beautiful. More so to wipe that shit off your face. Liverpuke, Chelsea and Le' Arse all drew their games - thus the animosity.

We won. At Hawthorns no less. A sticky sticky place to come. Lucky they say. I say its the United's hallmark attribute at play yet again, the Never Say Die attitude.

United 2 - Albion Rugby Club 1

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

"Yes Offense! Non Taken!"

Liverpuke drew their first game. What a joy. These are private thoughts I don't dare tell people to their face. Loads of my buddies are apparently coming from that wrong side of the globe. And a couple of closest relatives too. But I'll have fun throwing digs at them. Yes offense! Non taken.

hi hi hi hi

*menari 'sakitkan hati orang' ala-ala Lord Mitsusahahi*

The 'Masukkan Entry' Post

Semenjak dua menjak tiga menjak ni. Malas gila nak masukkan entry. OK I'm actually stopping to ponder the phrase 'masukkan entry' as I'm typing. The redundancy of the irony. Masukkan entry. Well, skut that. I mean scrap that. Was looking for a word and ended up founding a fart instead.

So yeah, lately sangat la malas nak erm, 'masukkan entry' therefore, in the Malaysian spirit of 'goreng' time jawab soalan subjektif. This, the repetitive, redundant words & phrases shall I think, be the equivalent of an entry. To quench the thirst of the ever-loyal fans/stalkers/tits for the glimpses of genius residing behind the temple of my intellectually panoramic (read: large) forehead.

& oh we shut the trap up off our noisy neighbors whose greatest achievement, as they perceive, is eclipsing United's achievement - without bothering to actually inventing their own.

So here's the CommUnited Shield win for you fucken' Bitters out there.

Stevie G's A Leader, He'd Be The First To Smell Pussy, Especially Rotten Ones.

This is old. I know. But I just hate Liverpool and of course the hatred could surge anytime it wants to fucken be. Even at 5.03 in the morning. Gerrad is a leader eh ? Yeah my ass. He was a leader who held his oh so beloved club at a ransom. Handing transfer request to move to Chelsea in Maurinho heydays at Stamford Bridge.

Leader my ass. So for every fingers pointed to Old Trafford in the direction of Rooney's saga is like a slap on your own stupid Scousers' face.

So before memory fades.. Let me just remind your stupid selves how much of cun- a leader he is. Don't thank me. I don't deserve such credit, for genius-ness is an everyday thing to me.

Gerrad, the cun-, leader I mean. (1)

Gerrad, the cun-, leader I mean. (2)

Forgive But Never Forget. Yeah Rightttt!

Some people thought they're some hot shit when they say - They forgive but NEVER forget. Oh yeah, so do I.

You think for fucks do I care ?

The Text Game.

Texted the 7. The 8.5 seems a No-Go. So lets go.

The MOST important thing is to pick yourself up, dust yourself down and sprint forth again - and again - and again.

"I hated every minute of training but I said don't quit, suffer now and live the rest of your life a Champion"

- Muhammad Ali

8.5

I number closed a 8.5. Still haven't come back to Reality yet. Farhah is the name. Lets see..

The Bucket List.

The picture looks almost if I was living up to my Bucket List. I guess that's the mental picture I have if I were to live up to my Bucket List.

Au Revoir.

I was too preoccupied with the defeat to Barcelona to actually really realize a couple of hard-to-swallow facts. Van Der Sar has played his last match for the Old Trafford faithfuls and that the defeat was potentially the last game for our Ginger Prince.

Now they have all been confirmed. Our biggest fears.

VDS and Scholes have both retired in the same week I have yet to fully recover from the lost to Barcelona. This season has been a mixture of roller coasters.

Three of our most important if not legends, have been taken away from us, forever. On the football pitch at least. Neville led the way. Now 2 of his buddies have followed suit.

We, we are left with nothing but memories of the good old days.

Au revoir our folk heroes. This has been a week of hard to takes.

Red. And Burning.

Another post not involving any flowery word processing procedures. This, directly from the temple where feelings reside in.

Now.

There's no shame in this defeat. United threw everything. Everything they fucken got. Forcing strings of excellent saves from Valdez. Well, with the 30% something posession of the ball. United played their hearts out and that's why it is even more gut wrenching than usual. It is to admit that Barcelona was simply the best team. By far and wide.

I guess this is the feeling of seeing your Loved Ones being handled, I dunno.

Fuck it.

We Are Manchester United. We Do What We Want.

Still Mourning.

I am aggrieved. It took a while to sink in. And when it does, I know I wasn't supposed to. But I couldn't halt it. My words fumbled in between sobs.

"Mak, Osama dah mati.."

Never met the man. Neither too privileged to. But shreds my heart to bits to hear the joyous celebrations in his demise. Even from the young Muslims side of the divide. Even from the supposedly learned. Their remarks.

I dunno much, how could I for this is His, The Almighty's business. But what I DO know is people like him. These selfless individuals who in their days fought like an unleashed lion and in the nights prayed for Syahid, these people, you wouldn't catch them adorning TIME's front page or being voted Persons of the Year et el.

They lived, at times having people wondering just what the hell is so wrong with him ? Why is he so poor ? They answered the calls of their Khaliq. They lived poor. Died impoverished. But in death they have, in finality so long after looking for it - The Martyrdom that so they crave ever since setting off from the wars they will never return from, so long as the Taghut, enemies of Allah roams free in the Muslims' lands. The land of our Prophet.

I know this from first hand, second, if you may. A cousin of my mom who fought against Nasara agressors. Came back and returned for more. And finally he returned home a blind man. Only this time the disability stopped him from returning. His life, materially, was nothing to be spoken of. He was poor. He was blind & on the run. His death, a beaut - in the arms of his Mother. And the numbers that show up for his final prayer, simply amazing for a man who was rarely home.

"We ask Allah for vistory, and we ask Allah to grant us Shahada', running TOWARDS Him, not AWAY from Him.." - Sheikh Osama Bin Laden

The Day Osama Died.

Dead. Forgotten. Scorned.

Sad. Aggrieved.

The whole world is clapping at your paraded body.
Are you smiling ?
Looking down to us.
To the very least you have done your covenance.
Valiant.

Were you begulf with joy at the thought of meeting your Creator ?

I dunno about them.

But at the abyss of melancholy is where I -
Inside looking out.

Jazakallah.

Ya Mujaheedin. Ya Syuhada'.

"Think not of those who are slain in Allah's way as dead. Nay, they live, finding their sustenance in the presence of their Lord" (3:169)

Uncertain Thoughts Over Certain Ramblings.

I want to do something BIG. I wanna achieve something. But God do I have tenacity to go all the way ? I want to want. I want to want something so badly that I'll do whatever it takes to achieve it. Odd this thing. Thinking that I would go half-way actually made me go half-way.

Quotes.

"If you're going to tell lies that are going to be believed, then don't tell the truths that don't.."

- Tokugawa Ieyasu

Attempt On Academic Writing. Pt I

And God, when you have a Blogger-type brain, this type of writing has done killing a couple hundreds of thousands of my brain cells today. And it was nobody's fault but mine. I have been blessed with TWO second chances. Hell who else besides me in the world is granted with more than one second chances. But I did. Somehow the lecturer, luckily has some soft spot for me. And WHO ELSE in the world is so messed up (but me) to take those second chances and almost blow it again out of proportion. Yes that's me. A semester's worth of writing compacted within a day. TODAY. To be exact. Sayang. Feel like I could have written so much more. But oh well, you get a day's worth of writing. Padan muka.

So here goes. And before it goes on killing spurrreeeee on your brain cells too, I advise you not to read the following 740-nothing words composition. A pathetic excuse for an academic writing if you ask me. (and of course, nobody's asking you).

Attempt On Academic Writing. Pt II

BENEFITS OF HAVING PHYSICAL ACTIVITY PROGRAMS AT WORKPLACE TO ORGANIZATIONS

The idiom “work like a dog” used to be a term coined to those who work like there was no tomorrow. Contrastingly, unlike humans, dogs do not contract heart diseases or turn obese by simply working. Humans do. The working landscape has rapidly changed over the last couple of decades. Technological advancement has meant workers are faced with more and more intellectually demanding tasks every day. Naturally, sicknesses creep in and before we know it, employers are shoved with the daunting tasks of keeping their staffs’ morale up and coping with continuous absenteeism while prudentially spending on healthcare expenditures. Employers would do well to think of a more cost effective way to do this with one swoop; namely by promoting Physical Activity Programs in the workplace.

There is a link between employees’ motivation to better perform and a healthy lifestyle. As the saying goes, “you can take a horse to the water but you cannot force it to drink – it will only drink if it’s thirsty”. Motivation is attributed to why people act the way they do, what spur them on. It has little to do with external stimuli and is all about unfulfilled desires. It is well documented that gains in energy expenditure have positive effects on physical health and psychological well being (Lane and Lovejoy, 2001; Kahn et al., 2002). Energetic people are happy people and people in gay spirits have much less unfulfilled wishes. Physical activities such as stairs climbing for an instance, provides just that, the much needed energy build up. It is as simple as physical activities go, and is one activity that should be encouraged among workers. An easy activity and many a times incidental on employees’ part (Yu et al., 2003), stairs climbing offers a luxury of health benefits to the cardiovascular system. It is so easy that neither rigorous plans nor excessive execution are needed to execute stairs climbing. It is calorie blasting made easy. What could possibly be more motivating than feeling good about ourselves?

A survey carried out by the United Kingdom Chartered Institute of Personnel Development (CIPD) indicated that the average level of sickness absence is 9.1 working days per working year. An estimated £ 588 per employee annually. Physical activity could not play a more integral part in promoting workplace health than this whereby it plays a significant role in the prevention and reduction of chronic diseases (US Department of Health and Human Services, 1996) and importantly, reducing the number of absenteeism among employees. Activities such as 10,000 steps per day is an ideal method of sustaining good health and prevention of potential risk factors for chronic malady (Chan et al.,2004; Tudor-Locke and Bassett, 2004). It is surprisingly easy to reach the 10,000 goal, just by adding another 30 minutes of brisk walk on top of our “routine” walks would amount to the ideal 10,000 steps. Walk on. Hopefully it will not lead us to clinics asking for sick leaves.

Staff turnover can be painful to employers, the idea of retraining staffs does not bode well with the fact that we are in the age where everything is required at the snap of our fingers. And shockingly, it could be deadly expensive as well. According to Maggie McPhillips-Jacka and Paul Quinn of Quinntessential, (Staff Turnover Cost. Retrieved April 8, 2011, from http://www.exitinterviews.com.au/staff-turnover.htm), staffs turnover could cost employers up to 150 percent of a person’s annual salary. Henceforth, the significance of having carefully crafted fitness programs in the workplace. A well designed fitness program increases the attractiveness of the organization as a prospect for would-be employees. Various aspects should be considered when planning for the programs though; the chief factor being the level of challenge employees would have to tackle. Gradually increasing the degree of challenge keeps the fun going. For so long as it is enjoyable to the participating workforce, a happy and a healthy environment is surely nurtured for the workplace. Employers then will not be left “tearing their hair out” trying to figure up ways to solve the staff turnover problems.

Ultimately, mental and physical health should not be viewed in financial terms. There would never be a price tag for healthiness, as there will never going to be a substitution for a healthy and happy life. Hence, irrespective of employers’ involvements, total fitness should be viewed as a priority for each and everyone of us, moreover when you are in a work force – and ageing.

Karma, Karma

Dear Karma, why are you such a bitch ? Haha. Nice one at the Bridge. Chelsea was't complaining when we were wrongfully treated so pardon me for not shedding a single tear when the goings weren't blowing your way. So long sucker. And God I hate that pig-ugly Dogba and his Fernando 'How's My Blusher' Torres. Nice yellow there little diving fucker.

Fuck you. Fuck all you.

Randomly Strange, Strangely Random.

You know what women are so good at ? They make you guess till you split your head wide open. And you still don't get it.