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PURA PURA YANG KU TINGGALKAN Pura pura itu sahabatku kepura puraan itu bumiku dan pura pura itu juga sahabat mereka mereka yang dekat pada neraka dan juga mereka yang mengharap syurga namun mereka yang berpura pura ini tetap mengharap syurga walau syurga dunia kepura puraan hakikatnya neraka balasan kecurangan kepura puraan aku bosan ungkapan dari nukilan lalu aku keluar dari norma pergi ke realiti sumbang meninggalkan kepura puraan terkapai menjerit berjanji syurga dan pura pura aku tidak mendengar janji manis yang ditaburkan seikhlas hati askar pimpinan azazil pura oura ini kutinggalakan dan yang tinggal hanya aku kawan masing masing berlalu menyanyi lagu rentak merdu ikhsan darpadai irama aku menangis aku tidak berlagu realiti itu aku dekati ku hulurkan salam pada kejujuran yang nyata menyambutku dengan janggal kepuraan umpama dua kawan sepermainan yang telah bertukar haluan umpama lagu zapin disulami rap andai kena gayanya, terbitlah naskah agung sepanjang zaman realiti itu aku ta...

it has been such a long time since the last time i used blackberry as a communication device. Having said that, i myself did not use blackberry for a long time..earlier today i saw a blackberry commercial on tv and suddenly i remember a story of why i start using a blackberry in the first place. it was somewhere in February 2011 where i just got back from a solo trip, and on the very next day i need to start working and rush back to my hometown in Seremban after work. I was carrying a very big bag behind my back fill with souvenirs, and some stuff that i manage to sell later. Around 6.30 pm, after work, i was ready to go back and push off to Seremban. I need to walk around 1km to KL Central and get my car. So i was in a bit of a rush. At the lift, i saw this very sweet and tall lady idle, with her paper bags. She seemed tired  but she smile as our eyes met. Though she seems tired, she suddenly talk..and the conversation did not end until we enter the lift. She talk and talk...

Mana maruah gua skarang? Letak kat lutut ker? Mana marah gua skarang? Smbunyik celah gigi ker? Celaker!

I had just arrived from a trip I don't know where I'm in a hotel room with two girls. It seems like all the three of us were sharing the room because of money constrain$. Propably, we were not even in Malaysia. It was freezing cold. I offered one of the girls to share the blanket with me, but the other one came and sneaked into my blanket. And she hugged me real tight. Slowly she whisper to my ears saying "I'm sorry" repeatedly. It was nice and warm but at the same time moment of awkwardness. I hugged her back,returning the favour,but I said nothing. I knew her long hair,how it smells like, though I didn't really see her face. I could tell it was her just by seeing her back. I open my eyes and realised its a dream.

Kalau gwa ada banyak tangan, boleh buat 10 comp satu ari. Tapi gwa tetap ada satu otak. Tapi otak manusia kan power, tak macam otak sotong. - Mok Gwa dibuat daripada kain. Gwa sejuk. Semalam gwa jalan dgn Heidi Klum dekat Victoria Secret runaway. Adik beradik gwa bersepah. Tak pupus pupus. Gwa bukan perv. Gwa menjalankan tugas - Gwa sehelai sotong Mak tak mintak jadi macam ni nyah. - Seorang sotong I am, whatever you say I am - Slim Shady, What I am

The toxicity of a city...of a city...... Psycho groupie, cocaine crazy makes you high makes you high..... Pull the tapeworm out of your ass........ *********** Somewhere in the rural side of Malaysia...a group of kids were yelling and screaming to the rhytm of the Armenian American Band, SOAD. It was during prep class where everybody were supposed to study for their exams. With walkmans, earphones, hairstyles and 'selipar jepun', they gather around a table and became an eyesore to those who wanted to study. One kid was pretending to hold a drum stick and smack the drum set, while the other two had their hand in the position of holding and playing the guitar. Serj Tankian and Darron Malakian wannabe. The others, they watched and sing along. Those were the days they rebel and care less about the rules and regulations. Rules are meant to be broken. "We are chanting and singing for world peace" argued one of those kids when people started to terrorized the group with word...