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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

"Mirul, awek ko form berapa? Form two ker form one" Aku toleh, aku pandang sekeliling ciptaan manusia dengan ilham daripada tuhan. Jauh mata aku melilau. Orang melayu selalu cakap, pandang sampai hujung mata. Di bawah pancaran matahari, minda aku terbang ke dimensi lain. Di tengah ribuan warga kelas pekerja, dan budak sekolah, kecil, besar, tua dan muda. Aku hairan. Yang paling penting nama aku bukan Mirul. Amirul pun bukan. Fairul lagilah bukan. Nama Mirul tak ada sangkut paut dengan nama aku. Dan bila masa pula aku menjalinkan hubungan dengan budak form 1 mahupun form 2? Hatta sekiranya aku ada hubungan dengan budak form 5 sekalipun, nyata hubungan itu hubungan terlarang dan hukuman sebat bakal menghantui hidupku. Tak cukup dengan itu, orang sekeliling boleh menganggap aku pedrofile. Si gila seks, suka kanak kanak. Argh, apa akan terjadi pada orang tua aku, apa akan terjadi pada kenalan kenalan ku...tidak, tidak, tidakkkkkkkkkk!!!!Dan guruh sabung menyabung, tanpa hujan dan...

"Naan sini la paling sedap" aku bercakap sambil mulut penuh. Aku peduli apa. Bukan dekat depan aku ada Ana Rafali pun. Kalau ada pun, aku tak kisah pun sebab aku tak minat Ana Rafali, Si Botak Jim yang minat. "Dia buat Naan dengan penuh kemas. Tengok cara dia buat Naan ni, pro!!! Kau tengok cara dia potong,ketelitian dia! " Budak Perut Biru memberi justifikasi. Pemerhatian Budak Perut Biru memang hebat dan harus diakui selalunya betul. Daripada seorang akauntan, aku rasa Budak Perut Biru lagi sesuai jadi pundit bola sepak. Ulasan dia seratus kali lagi bagus daripada mamat lahir di Liverpool. Tapi sayang dia dah lama tak update blog. Malas la tu, ataupun kecewa dengan kegagalan team sendiri? Yang biru, merah, belang merah,putih, hitam, semuanya macam mengundang kecewa. Tapi aku tahu, dia tak akan berjalan seorang. "Aku rasa dia ada qualification..Kashmir Association of Naan Specialist (KANS). Mesti lama dia belajar nak buat roti ni" aku cuba buat lawak sela...

i run almost everyday.... runaway from problems runaway from stress runaway from commitment every chances i got i run.... i believe i could have cover the whole world if i sum up the distance..... physically..... i run almost everyday...unlike the metaphore, sometimes i walk..and then i run... today i ran again..like usual....fast.......but then i somehow didnt have the energy to go on..so i tuned down a lil bit.... i was scared....and i run..i was devastated, i run again..... what keeps me going? it is just that when i run, everything else starts to make sense again. i dont care if i live in a life full of lies....no..that's a lie....i lie all the time..... and when people run away from me, i kept on running..and i was hoping someday we will somehow...i dont know how to say this...but the quote may our path cross again is distinct in my ears now. It is like someone is whispering..... When will this end? I dont do it for pleasure, i do it for the pain -Lance Armstrong

At the end of a phone call.... perempuan: mok, kirim salam pada parents ko ya me: hanya jika ko nak jadi menantu diorang perempuan: tak payahla macam tuh me: celaka... I dont know why, but after so long, after a week of having weird thoughts and, beautiful nightmare, i finally smile the moment after i said celaka...all the way to ear. And that's a relief. Selamat Hari Raya! smile like you mean it - The Killers

i usually buy my soya drink from a chinese lady in Masjid Jamek, which will cost me around rm 1.60 and there are choices of normal sweet, super sweet and less sweet. today is unusual. instead of grabbing my drink from the ah so, i spontaneously went to a nearby van which sell practically the same drink. The van was a new sight to me. so I thought, since this fella had just starting up his business, why not help?. Afterall, i was once, in his shoes. i know how hard it is to earn the easy money on the first few days. i grabbed a bottle and gave rm 5 and he gave me back rm 3 balance.... ~ ~ ~ deep inside.....i cursed!!! Every blessing ignored becomes a curse. -Paulo Coelho