3-0 :)

Berba's had a flying start of the season so far.

Misunderstood geniuses at work. Berba and Nani ran their magic wands and Rooney scored again. I can see all kinds of positives for future fixtures if, hopefully, Fergie were to maintain the lineup.

Last week's decision to bench Nani and played Park instead had me asking from the word go and we paid the price. 2 points snatched away right from under our noses. And there goes my week. The lost points bugged me for a week. It was a game that could have been and we wasted it in a very brutal fashion.

LOL'd!

I was there when my colleague Googled the word Google. Accidental on her part but I just can't stop from being reminded of this motivational poster.

Wargh 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

HAHAHAHAHA, I Just Couldn't Stop Myself.

I stumbled upon a blog of self-proclaimed Bible Study.

What amused me is that the author wrote his article with much conviction. A simpler head would have believed him at the get-go. The author too dispensed of something close to eloquence, however, a closer inspection reveals, much too my surprise, a little something like this;

"Allah is a Moon God who married off the Sun Goddess and. And offspring-ed 3 children in the process."

Now am forced to cover my mouth from gaping a laugh at the attempt of intellect by a proven mentally disabled.

Furtherrock, err, I mean furthermore, the blog continued with more idiotic gibberish such as "Islam is a Rock Worshiping religion. "

( HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, now I've done it - sorries :/ )

Based on the fact that Muslims smooch the Hajjarul Aswad a.k.a The Black Stones. Now such writing couldn't bring about the damage that's already undo-able by the hands of the Muslims themselves. Such ridiculously ambitious writing would only prove one or two from the the too many that could have been said about the author. And if they aren't so obvious yet, here goes:

1. The author's too lazy to run his fingers on the Google button which spells out naturally why the word homework doesn't seem to be making much sense to his ass.

2. The author's a simpleton and/or just doesn't have the mental capacity to debate such issues yet in his effort to impress his future mommies in law - he persevered.

And I lol'ed.

Because Do Gooders Are So Overrated.

At first it seemed pretty. Noble even. Then it gets pretty noble. But when shits have hit the fan & while the fan was spinning. Everything gets Rosmoh-ugly (Big Pun intended).

I mean how much of that all-advice all knowing rhetoric can a guy take before the inevitable puke arrives ? You know Do Gooders, surprisingly turn out to be more agitating than the naturally obnoxious assholes who won't even try to please you. Simply because these assholes wouldn't even try.

Goo Dooders, on the other hand attempt to advice you on an hourly basis and try to instill at least one moral value in everything they demonstrate. I mean how much more moralistic could you get scratching your butt off anyways ?

I digressed. But Goo Dooders are simply more annoying because out-rightly they seem to be helping you in all forms of sincerity but secretly, you cannot escape that disdainful eyes trying to tell you how much better they are from you.

I guess that's why.

"Wuse werds and cracq kuotes"

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

is what my mind had stymbled upoin as a reward of being so bright eyed when all that was opened are best left shut. Wuse werds and cracq kuotes are the fruits of my laborious streaks of schleeplessness. There's nothing wrong though is as much as I am capable of - as far as justification concurs, with the combination of a tids and tads of intellect mixed with a little bit of nightly intoxication.

Its just that it seems everything is just where they're supposed to be except that you're walking on the ceiling upside down. Well now looks who's walking the talk. Or rather, no, no rather.

I'd rather try to talk my pillow out of allowing me some grace period. With grace. No, not the Gracey Skirty next door, the Grace grace. Yes.

Now where did I shelve my pills ?

Now Where Is Sleep When You Need It ?

Am in dire need of schleep in what approximately should be 4 'o in the Aminah Masri (read: AM). Why do these eyelids weigh a feather when you need them to super-size their inches ?

Tomorrow's work and here I am.. Counting pigs - legions of them.

Cameron 2010 - Never Gets Old.

Reasons To Be Happy.

1. Officially hit the 100th Kilometers marks. (101 actually) for July run run session. And she's not even finished yet.

2. Off to Cameron (again ?!!!) in a bit.

Yay !!!! x 10

Notes: Save the last hurrah, not that puitis over my hujah.

Adolf Hitler

I have. ALWAYS. Admired Adolf Hitler, albeit in silence. Growing up, begrudging the man was socially 'correct'.

But deep within the abyss of my heart, betrayed a little curiosity - A man with such charisma. A man as charismatic and as oratorically blessed such as him couldn't be the bad guy. Yes were they myopic and young on my part.

But men, such as him & Osama (yes I am a staunch supporter) will always be crucified. Such is the price you chose to pay for your choice of direct confrontation against the West in general and the Jews, specifically.

I digressed. But men such as Hitler couldn't be the bad guy. Yes, I just have this soft spot for those with enviable oratory skills. But I'm just glad that my little betraying suspicions and curiosities weren't just mere wishful thinking on my part. Adolf Hitler ADMIRED Islam and he hated the prolonged internal strife between factions of Islamic ideologies. For this will surely weaken Islam one day - and so was he proven.

Some excerpts here and there:

"Atas rasa kagum beliau pada Tamadun Islam, beliau telah mencetak risalah berkaitan Islam dan diedarkan kepada tentera Nazi semasa perang, walaupun kepada tentera yang bukan Islam."

"Beliau juga telah meberi peluang kepada tentera German yang beragama Islam untuk menunaikan solat ketika masuk waktu di mana jua...bahkan tentera German pernah bersolat di dataran Berlin dan Hitler ketika itu menunggu sehingga mereka tamat solat jemaah untuk menyampaikan ucapan beliau..."

"Beliau juga meminta para Sheikh untuk mendampingi tentera beliau bagi mendoakan mereka yang bukan Islam dan memberi semangat kepada yang beragama Islam.."

What a shed of different lights. I'm schmiling. Schmile. Mind relieving. Cling I may to the past, to the Future I hold fast. Heh & I just rhymed. I dunno why but I find it to be a mighty relief. Feels like the age of Sacred Islamic Caliphate is within sights. Within a grasp. Seriously I dunno why. But thank You God.

What a different world it'd be if you're the owner of the quilt that wrote history.

Israel (May Godly Wrath befalls upon you) has been using Holocaust at their convenience. A weapon in their countless justification of their offensive Self Defense. Thus Adolf's adoption of wiping them off the map modus operandi somehow seemed noble and draws endless satisfied relieve off my chest.

I couldn't help but schmile, again and again.

Tips for a Better Life
Nota Kaki: Never gets old..

1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.
2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.
3. Sleep for 7 hours.
4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.
5. Play more games.
6. Read more books than you did in 2007 (erm, how about '09 ?).
7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.
8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
9. Dream more while you are awake.
10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
11. Drink plenty of water.
12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.
14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
18. Smile and laugh more.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.
23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.
24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
25. Forgive everyone for everything.
26.. What other people think of you is none of your business.
27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
28. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
29. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
31. The best is yet to come.
32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
33. Do the right thing!
34. Call your family often.
35. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.
36. Each day give something good to others.
37. Don't over do. Keep your limits.

In case you're wondering the wonders of the wonderful author (read: Me, me, me & no one else) - its a reentry of a post dated way back in 2008. And it was a stolen one. But is somehow now rightfully mine. Albeit with much litigation and legal proceedings that I've gone through - in my mind, mind you.

But enjoy. And be thankful that I've decided to descent from my throne and bless you with a little gift from the upper floors - courtesy of your Benevolent Emperor.

The ROFL Post.

Haha. This is weird. To think that I'd say this. I miss Zahir while he isn't around. And its not like we spend most of our time eating ice creams together while staring into each others' eyes so brotherly & lovingly. We shut our doors and dwell into our own businesses once we got back from our killing routines everyday.

But now that the little guy isn't here, off to some Masjid camp with his classmates. I feel a little lonely. See, he's been talking about the camp thinggy for the past few days according to my mom when I phoned her just now and I DIDN'T KNOW. Just to demonstrate how close we are in our daily dealings. And Mak also told me that that lazy bum even get up early to WASH HIS OWN CLOTHES.

OK, the above is purposely left blank to give ways to my 'rolling on the floor laughing' moment. And I'll leave it to your sick creativity to visualize the graphic content.

The lazy bum barely washed his berak properly. And he get up early to wash, rinse and dry his clothes. We should really conduct a Kenduri Pulut Kuning. lol.

*rolling on the floor laughing again*

My Short-Lived F-788dx Love Story

I just bought a Scientific calculator that I couldn't use. And its just the start of the sem. No, this is not bad omen. Is what am telling to myself. But seriously, being the Imperfect Perfectionist that I am, am I seriously sighing my ass off.

I was so eager to review the chapters so that I may feel at least comfortable once the speedy explanations start to hit. Mind you, us part timers don't have the luxury to take it slow since the lecturers have only about 5 physical meetings to finish all the chapters that take around 130 days for normal students to finish up.

So you could imagine the speed of their lips hitting each other to cover around 2-4 topics per class. And I advise you to stop short at imagining that, because if you were to visualize the rapidness of the wrinkles that form on top of our heads - you'd die dehydrated.

How in the darkest alley of twisted logic that you'd get the following:

14 x 6 = 114.

And I have actually began to think that was the answer till the note book decided to lend me a few slaps of reality. Lucky me it was an exercise where the answers were given.

And to makes matters Meredith-Grey lovely, I'm almost sure that the receipt is already on its way to oblivion. Knowing dear Mater, crumpling pieces of anonymous paper would always find their way through the unforgiving garbage cans.

Hence I can proudly proclaim that I've just stepped into charity mode by donating my hard-earned RM 40 ++ to the smarmy smirking faces of No-This-Isn't-Capitalist Tesco.

What a bitch. Canon bodoh. F-788dx babi.

"Dwelling On It Will Only Make The Night Worse.."

Its heartbreaking to admit that United is not likely gonna sign anyone of major impact especially in the midfield area where creativity has been a luxury demand rather than a necessity.

I missed the United old days where Scholes would pull the strings from the middle area so majestically and Keano would put muscles and gritty fights into the game - back when Old Trafford was still a fiery sacred ground that slays anyone who dared see her eye to eye.

Heard of a certain Wesley Sneijder heading his way to Old Trafford. I'm still gonna keep my fingers crossed but my hopes up though - for the time being.

I..

I penned these mighty rage
Unleashed feisty a wrath long I cage

I smile at the agony
Chuckles at the Irony

Obese be my words
Weighed down by my hatred

If I could ever find ways to forgiveness
Trust me rather I lost to utter darkness

I..

:)

Today, while waiting for Wan to get over with his endless registration procedures, I met an old friend whom I haven't met since 2001 - the year that we took our SPM, albeit not together like we were supposed to. I just couldn't hide the delight of seeing a face who I once shared the same pillows and the same dreams, so to speak. I hugged the dude. Well fret not coz it took me by the name Surprise too. But hey this is Godop afterall. He remains till this day one of the bestest friend I ever had the chance to have. So yeah..

We've both had our fair shares of dillies and dallies and I'm glad to say that even after all these years we could still laugh at the same corny jokes that used to tickle our bellies, back when we had the luxury to see the world with a little bit more enthusiastic optimism.

Hello, Tis Frank Speaking.

This is Frank speaking. Who's there ? Well yea, frankly speaking I dont like the New Template too. Its too messy and unorganized for my likings. And I am so malas to clean it up. I expect a template that does the job on its own - a click away. So till I find a template that is able to furnish my, that request. I'll just shelve the idea for the moment. But of course from time to time I'll feel so gatal to get all experimental and violate my own blog's chastity.

On the other hand, well, it takes to two tangos. And my suggestive proposition and flirtations are well responded by her. Its rejoicing to know that all the fluid moves weren't actually a solitary tango. She was in rhythm and talem all along. Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes !

She actually know that I have someone to the point of knowing her profession. So what business that she has knowing what my used to be better half does for life ? Well of course :} :} :} :}

New Template.

Tell me what YOU think. Preeetty pweasee ?

The I Am So Malas Nak Mampus But Still Feel Inclined To Post This Post

I gave an Ice Breaker speech today. Toastmaster's platform. I thought what I spat was quite good. Content wise. The idea is there though I know much much better things could be said. Stage fright mental block sure is costly. I know all the principles, the pauses and structures to make my speech engraving marks. But the stage fright stage fright.

I wanna do it again and again and again. I know am destined for big things to come and I couldn't wait. I hate waiting. I wanna conquer the stage and enchant the hearts.

What I really want is not the ability to deliver confident speech rather the longing for social validation. Like I am trying to fill the void, my very innate longing for recognition. I have heard and I have found it to be true to certain extend that this is an indirect indication of lack of love or attention while growing up.

So there goes, a very rough entry because am so malas to flowerize my words and sentences. And fuck it.

"No Good Deed Goes Unpunished"

Parts and parcels of being a Genius is having no equals to deliberate your audible thoughts, reason being, with chief suspect - a different wavelength. A very different one that separates you apart from the common masses.

Thus I can't help but feel so lonely at times. Not having anyone to really to talk to. Or worse, having one or two who'd retort back as soon as I part my lips sharing my tales, my grievance, my dreams.

Judgementalizing the whole process.

And when I say talk to, it means that I am friendless psycho who sits in solitary corners while people socializes themselves. And if you'd believe that I would advise you to lay some clothes on the floor so as not to burden ones who would wipe your shit off the floor once you've successfully hung yourself by the ceiling fan.

I digressed, but am tired of etiquette and all those goody goody advices for as far as I am concerned - "No good deeds goes unpunished."

Don't start telling me those, I invented them. And I've seen how some real twisted ideologies and gravity defying methods do wonders and taking me where I am (and am not yet finished). For nothing, yes am staking a huge bet here, NOTHING in this world is what it seems. You don't get what you wish for by being nice. And guys please, compliments wont be taking you any closer to her damned pants. And as far as cliches go, the jerks are the ones commandeering the higher floors of corporate ladders. Yet you wonder why all you see is shit coming from the top when assholes are calling the shots.

There, you have it. So save you rhetorics for you've seen nothing I have witnessed.

"Despite the many faces who passed through,
It was always You, I always do.."

Was inches away from scribing my thoughts to just realize that am pointless. The sharp tip that's always been a loyal companion when I am better off left alone. Indescribably melancholic. I drift the night away backing and forth, realizing the need to press on, but somehow felt short of having any idea on what to be pressed upon.

Why this ? And why now ?

The omnipresent urge to feel the gaping void. Not your everyday 'gaping void' for it is a humongous black hole that practically absorbs mental masturbations but with little to no indication of spluttering a belch. It is never satisfied. For I have no idea what I want nor how to want it so bad that it'd transcend to its physical counterpart. Everything have I ever dared dreamt about come and make their exits as fast they surface. I haven't grasped nor have I ever known the concept of getting what I want, and really want it that I'd push my limit to get it. Everything's been scripted and you're the hideous Phantom expected to swallow the roles assigned to you by the society.

Thus you're not expected to resist - blindfold your judgment and poke your intellect in the eye then embrace the VerDicks the society has been kind enough to mete you out.

And by the way don't bother trying to decipher any hidden propaganda or propagandist behind the eclipsed words for it takes no genius to figure out that when a man's crapping his pants the way that I'm treating you guys to now - a girl's hand's gotta be involved somewhere somehow something threesome and awesome. There, that, hopefully shall some up the whole piss.