Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Drifting

The extend of the boredom.

Bleh.

Hi. Hello. Am 31. Officially. The passing of being in the 20's to the 30's used to suck. But now am 31. And here's a perspective. In 9 years, I'll be in the same age as those Hollywood movie characters who dreads being 40 and looking back at life asking to himself "What the fuck have I done with my life ?" Its all a little bit cliche. But that's a perspective alrite. 

I'm drifting. And I know it. But I let it anyway. There's no boom. There's no bang. Life is just too quiet. Fuck, am getting old. And its a dreadful feeling. Not dreadful in a bad kind of way. Its just dreadfully boring. The highlight of my weeks now are United matches, and they are if I am honest, gawdawful.

I feel like the best of my years have gone passed and I didn't even know.

And its kinda sad.

/drifting

p/s: Happy birthday, Fakhrol. You darn beautiful thing you.

p/s/s: Oh hey look who's back. Its the Positve Me!

p/s/s/s: I must look like a lunatic now. Pulling a monologue like that. Thank God nobody's reading     -_-'

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Babi I Ke Babi II

The first step is always the hardest.

The first step is acceptance.

The second is to embrace its facts.

What facts ?

The fact that United is so fucking piss poor and that Van Gaal is so stubbornly stupid or the fact that I have actually foreseen the better tactic from one touted as one of the biggest man in football planet ?

Yeah, its not that I did not try acceptance. But to accept is to relive the moments that could have gone to a very different conclusion if not for his fucking stupidity.

And that is why running away is always the best form of moving on for me.

For I am a vengeful mothereffer. It is really hard for me to just let go of my pent up anger while looking at the agitator in the eye.

A thousand Babi wouldn't relieve me from the strangulation of this anger. Maybe if I could vomit a thousand "Wei Babi I told you so!". Maybe that would do the trick. For now lets just avoid public areas i.e: Facebook and ESPN forums.

Oh the joy to be a United fan.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Mak..

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

A recycled entry but ♥

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Selamat Jalan

First that sharp pang on you heart.

Oh. He is no more.

Then.

The reality.

When it finally sinks in.

That you shall never ever see him again.

That is when the tears start streaming down your face.

Not even noticing the numb turning into sniffles.

Selamat jalan Tok Guru. Tho we may have never met. I feel like I've known you forever.

I am ashamed to write about you for I am but a sinner.

Selamat jalan...

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

I Don't Wish This To My Worst Enemy

If I could say so, I was once, sort of a staunch Anwar supporter. But after his theatricals and stupid antics. I start questioning whether or not he is the man for the job to lead a healthy opposition for Malaysia. And a developed country does not require a good opposition. They NEED it.

The negative connotation of the word 'Pembangkang' had left some good section of Malaysians naively making them the bad guys. There's no bad or good guys in politics. Or at least it shouldn't be. Both the government and opposition members are the elected members of the parliament who should be representing the rakyats for the rakyats. So whatever difference they have in the parliament - say I may not agree on A and he might not agree on B. But we both must agree that both A & B are conceived solely for the good of rakyat in mind.

But what happen in Malaysia ?

Political persecution isn't just unhealthy. It's selfish.

Kau marah aku sebab aku kata kau rasuah. Then buktikan la yang kau tak rasuah. Ini tak. Aku kata kau rasuah ko tangkap aku.

And before we go any further, we must also acknowledge that our opposition is far from perfect. They love to get into petty squabbles and cakap pakai mikrofon benda-benda yang boleh cakap kat telefon.

But for all their imperfection. They are OUR opposition. Even though bodoh & naive at times, I'd like to think that opposition works for the betterment of the rakyats. And what do these people dapat pun in return of their loud mouthed approach. Only scorns from the very people they are trying fight for.

Again. I don't intend to make our opposition sounds babyish, silky white with delicate wings on their backs. They're NOT.

But all the more reason to ponder my next point:

An honest government has got nothing to fear from such a shamble of an opposition. Kalau ko baik, ko tak payah risau pun tahi-tahi yang orang baling tu akan lekat dekat baju ko.

So why then, I ask - the political persecution ?

If we are targeting homos now, should we start sweeping just around KL ? Gays don't fucking hide nowadays. Some people doesn't have any qualms to mengaku dorang gay. But this guy, against all odds, after all denials. The charges still stick.

But. Ah lantak la. Am getting to the point.

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Gambar kat atas ni sebenarnya point aku. Sorry I took like 538,000 words just to arrive to a single point. Gambar kat atas nie sebenarnya buat aku sangat sebak. Apa dosa wanita-wanita nie kita pisahkan depa dari bapak depa ? Isteri yang kehilangan suami. Anak-anak yang kehilangan bapak. Cucu yang kehilangan tokwan. 

And most importantly.. *sighs*

Seorang lelaki berumur yang kehilangan segalanya.

Apa jadah nak jadi dengan kita nie. And kalau kita redha dengan benda-benda macam nie.

Anwar had his faults. And aku makin meluat lepas Selangor MB punya fiasco. But.

NOBODY deserves this.

And orang kata kalau betul dia buat. Apa yang betulnya ? Kita bukan dakwa dia dekat mahkamah syariah. Mahkamah syariah requires saksi-saksi yang cukup syaratnya. And kalau orang tu tak mengaku sampai sudah, ada cara lain pulak.

Ni mahkamah manusia bos. Kalau pure syariah court yang hukum dia and he's found guilty then let him rot in jail for the entirety of his age. Tapi kalau mahkamah manusia nie, hearsay. Aku kata ko buat. Ko kata aku buat. And ada pulak orang ketiga yang kata "Hrm, OK memang ko salah"

Baiklah.

Panjangnya aku mengomel.

Takpelah. Mahkamah manusia ada. Mahkamah Tuhan lagi power. Kalaulah, ditakdirkan beliau tak buat seperti apa yang dituduh. Maka jawablah esok dengan yang Maha Kuasa. Air mata isteri, air mata anak-anak. Tangisan cucu. And mostly dosa-dosa orang yang terlibat secara tak langsung kalau mereka mengiyakan atau memadankan muka si yang teraniaya.

Tah la mungkin aku berat sebelah sebab political inclination aku. Tapi bukan ini caranya kita buat dekat orang. I don't wish for this to happen to my worst enemy.

Saturday, February 07, 2015

Besok Kelas & Aku Rasa Nak Ponteng Lagi Post

50 tahun lebih dah merdeka. And we're still asking sapa lagi racist. Cina ke Melayu. Kalaulah Malaysia ni sebuah company, and aku seorang funder, I would say the management bottom-up semua fail. 50 tahun lebih aku dok pump duit untuk jadikan organisasi nie sebuah organisasi yang berjaya. But we fail at the MOST ELEMENTARY level of asking. Racial harmony 2-3 tahun nie had only worsen. I guess it's been there all along its just that Facebook makes it easier for everybody to unleash their racial demons with minimal to no concerns about reprimands. 

So tak payah nak start dengan bangunan, PTPTN mahupun universitas-universitas yang dibina oleh kerajaan tersebut. Sebab macam aku cakap tadi, kalau Malaysia nie sebuah organisasi - aku EXPECT the most basic thing macam education, health et cetera akan ada. Cuma bila dah dekat 50 tahun dia ada, aku akan expect progress, improvements et cetera.

Memang saya tak reti nak memerintah. Saya tak pernah kata pun saya pandai memerintah. Tapi politikus-politikus nie masuk bertanding dalam pilihanraya, pastilah mereka nie semua sangat well versed dalam hal memerintah ni, bukan ? So kalau David Moyes of Manchester United akan di judge dari segi performance team yang beliau pilih, so do our ministers right ? We should stop with the archaic tradition of blind loyalty towards the ones who walk within the corridors of power. Dorang manusia. Made of flesh and blood and just like us. And just like us, these people are not perfect. And jangan start dengan maksum. Aku rasa nak tergelak. Hahah.












I am but a keyboard warrior.

An armchair general.

But at the very least, couldn't I ask more for our people ?

Thursday, January 29, 2015

My Guilty Pleasure

I should really stop this bad habit of arguing on the internet. Its so childish and petty its embarrassing. On top of that Facebook have this setting that might as well just yell out loud what colour of panties you're wearing (not that am wearing any, mind you). The setting which allows just about the whole world to fucking know what the fuck are you losing your mind over.

Case in point where there was this dumb orang puteh twat who apparently doesn't have the mental capacity to grasp the simple concept of sarcasm came and attack me on my own timeline. lol. I mean seriously dude what the fuck. Grow the fuck up. Well I was planning to share what the so called 'insult' was - but it makes me blush to even say it out loud. Lets just say that Aisyah, my niece could have insulted me better.

But more to the point, STOP ARGUING OVER THE INTERNET saiko!!! Because your FRIENDS know. Everybody DOES!!!!

And mostly because - and I quote "arguing over the internet is like paralympic, even if you win you're still retarded". 

Shit. That was unnecessarily mean but truth all the same.

But again, I'm only human and I like to live dangerously. Just like I'd like to resume my morning nap while the clock hits 7.45 a.m on weekdays, my blood just boils over these supposedly unnecessary gibberish.

So. My advise would be.


Saturday, January 24, 2015

The Flipside

Verse 1: The current State

I laugh in the company of numbers
I cry in the rain in the dark, this numbness

I picked this road, I made the choice
I wrote this song, am gonna give it a voice

Prodigies are birthed outside the vicinity of sane
Truly beautiful rhythms are forged only with pain

Verse 2: The alter Ego

Things will look up again
For even heroes were at one point a villain.

Hence live.
Not leave.

For..

Prodigies are birthed outside the realm of sane
& truly beautiful rhythms are forged only with pain

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Babi

For the past couple of days I'm filled with pent up energy, explainable anger. The littlest of things could send me flipping. Someone didn't put the wiper up back on my Kancil. I feel like turning the house upside down. The pissy stray cats peed on my sandal and on my bike's seat (albeit suspectedly) I feel like tearing all the furs from its skin and peel it alive.

The problem with me is I dunno what was the cause. 

I'm mad at everyone and everything and even I wasn't spared. I am pissed at myself at so many things that I didn't lost count. I lost me at I dunno where.

That was until I chanced upon an article at a Manchester United blog.

Now it all comes to me. In heavy blocks and icebergs. When it doesn't, its forty-deserts-drought but when it rains it fuckin' pours.

Now I fuckin' know why I am so angry. Fuckin' United.

What the fuck is Van Gaal doing losing a game we're supposed to win and not to mention is there for the taking. Fucking stop with the experiments already. I want fucking results.

God I should really hire a shrink so that I may scream at their faces and bite their heads off.

Friday, January 09, 2015

What Could Have Been

Whats this empty feeling ? Feels like a part of me was lost. I sat down staring at the computer screen. Long. Lost. I miss our time together. I missed the fights, the adventures and most importantly the wackiness. 

I guess I shall never have the same feeling again.

I got up at nights walking in and out of nightmares. Crying at what could have been.

I missed you.

Please do not click here..

Thursday, January 08, 2015

Untuk Segalanya

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A friend forwarded me this.

Sedih.

Terima kasih Malaysia Airports. 

Untuk segalanya.

Saturday, January 03, 2015

Good Riddance To A Good Grief

Hahahahahh. Stevie G calling it quits at the end of the season. About time. Further developments (mockeries) to be updated soon.

Thursday, January 01, 2015

Thank You 2014

You know I didn't plan on writing this post. This new year-y post. I'm not a big fan of these 'azam baru' themed writings and sayings. For me, the passing of one year to the next is just some more additions to the numbers that I will be filling at the 'age' column in some BR1M form or whatever. Just formalities. But whatever.

But then I got up this morning and the first article I read mentions Steven Gerrard's slip: A fucking fail (well, I might have added a few superlatives here and there, but you get the drift).

After a so-so personal year and my Duly Beloved crashing out of the Premier League contention as early as the start of 2014. Top that up with Liverfuckingpools fans constantly reminding us of our failures. And to watch them gloat day in day out, understandably so, after years and years of mid table mediocrity. Not to fucking mention the elephant in the room, the pitiful fact that they HAVE NEVER fucking won the Premier League. I got up and thank God for Stevie G, the slipper.

2014 may have been plain, bordering on bad. But that slip alone. Enough to put a broad smile on my face. What makes the slip so special is the fact this dumb cunt had made a glorious Lord of The Rings kind of speech prior to the slip, thinking that he's running away with the title. So to celebrate the end of a good year.

Here's the transcript of the speech:

"This does not fucking slip now. This does not fucking slip now. Listen. Listen. This is gone. We go Norwich exactly the same. We go again. Come on!!!!"



Then he slipped.

And the rest is, as the say history.

To look at those cheering Liverpool fans. Taunting celebrations as if they had won it. Ha ha. What a joy to behold, the dumbfounded, befuddled feces, I mean faces.

If 2014 was a girl, she's a thick glassed 5.5 or a 6 at best. But when you take away the glass, she suddenly is the talk of the town. A girl next door who you never knew existed is making you hide behind the counter, scared shitless to go talk to her and making a fool out of yourself.

Yep, 2014 was a plain year. But when you put that slip alone. 2014 has been a wonderful wonderful year.

So to commemorate what has been a wonderful year. Here are some of the best reactions from the internet in regards of the almighty slip.

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Gerrard's heat map. Whoever came up with this is just plain genius.

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Another very good one.

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HAHAHAH. Come Ryan. Cut the boy some slacks.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

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And to end on a high note
2014. Wow.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Laziness: A Disease

Malasnya nak workout. I wanna relax and enjoy the cuti je. Boleh tak ? Lepas tu makan all the junk foods in the world. Lepas tu tido covered in the blacks of Oreo.

So I head down to my good friend's Pinterest, to find some pinspiration.

But the only think I manage to find is this:

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What a friend you are Pinterest.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

"I Might As Well PLEDGE A Police Report"

Day after day I have less and less respect for beautiful girls. The prettier they are the dumber they usually come. Sorry no offense. (None taken ?) Well am sure the readers of my blog are the exception to the rule.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Sometimes

Sometimes I got so pissed at some idiot but then I forgave her boobs.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Fuck You

To those who would harm children. No matter your ideologies. No matter your creeds. I pray that you die a thousand horrible deaths. Fuck you. FUCK YOU.

Edit:

I cannot begin to fathom the need to harm children. What the fuck can they fucking do ? I mean seriously.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Hi. Hello. Thank You. Goodbye.

For the man that I am.

10 years ago I was that stupid kid. Grumpy of being told to come to the interview for Malaysia Airports. Thinking that I know what I want in life. Why would I need to come work for this company ? I've got the dream job of being an errand boy in my cousin's run of the mill company.

Little that I know that I would fall in love.

And that I would fall in love bad.

And that's just the charm that Malaysia Airports brings. You grumble, complain, poke fun but when the organization should come under fire you know that you'll be the first to run to its defense.

But I digress. A thousand words couldn't describe how I feel about this company. So I'll just sum everything up in two - THANK YOU.

For everything. Every thing.

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

MAHB

I'm leaving a place where everybody loves me. Or at least they know me. And respect me. Am leaving a place where I learn how to spell my name and be proud of it.

And in doing so, I'm leaving behind friends, memories, stories and most importantly. I'm leaving somewhere where I belong.

It is hard. No matter casual I might seem. I'm gonna swim in new waters.

At the dawn of my days in MAHB, I wanna go and visit all the places, people and units that I have over the years grew fond of. Kak Ida, Tuti, Kak As. Yanti, Nazrul. Ah, the people. The faces. The laughters. Am just so bad at goodbyes.

Fuck. 

In those memories also lie the tombstones of losses incurred along the journey. Abang Ali, Shahnaz...

Haih MAHB.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Happy Birthday

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Happy birthday Sayang. I love you from the bottom of my heart regardless of whatever ridiculous notions you got that I don't.