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

Recently....recently.......i have been busy thank god!!!

Ok..this is crazy. I bought a ticket to padang. Alone. My first attempt on solo backpacking! Wish me luck guys!!!

I am panting and i was struggling to breath, As though the infinite amount of Oxygen in the air were not sufficient for me. My eyes were all blurry. My wet t-shirt add on another few kilos on my body. With a glass of water, i walked around the circle. I took a deep breath and i let go. Each time, i felt a little bit better. "My friend, you look fit. I see your changes" said the old man with spare tyre. smiling, my reply was simple "i havent lose any weight for 3 months ++..Plateu and i dont give a damn". It was Late September. 7 Months after my jogging routine and 3 Months after i started working. Frankly, working life will screw your diet and lifestyle. Trust me. "My friend, have you try any of the girls here?" the old man asked. By this point of conversation i cannot help but laugh. I am not Barney Stinson who will go and approach girls with somekind of an interesting story and do whatever it takes to score whole in one. I wish I am. "Chee Sin, you ...

"Kiddo, get married yo, have a girlfriend" the old man told me "they are pain in the ass, in fact i was thinking to be like you, uncle" my solid and confident responce which made him giggle. I wonder why. "if you turned out to be like me, you wont feel complete. There is always some space to fill in," and he paused. "it is a good feeling to go home, to have reason to go home, to have someone to keep you company,and to know that you are complete," he smiled while shooting bullets through my brain. "yeah, they are a pain in the ass, they play hard to get, annoying, but you know what, young man, they are not perfect, and their imperfection will complete you, isnt that right?" smoothly and fluently the advice came out, and it was like he is somekind of a preacher or something. I couldnt come up with any other points to deny what he said, as it is very true, and i have to embrace the fact that i lost the debate. We laughed and continue our r...

2002.... Aku turun daripada bas yang bahang. Masjid hanya beberapa jengkal saja tapi aku singgah dulu di gerai Keropok Lekor, sambil usyar akak jual air. Azan Jumaat dah berkumandang. Tapi budak budak masih tenang meratah keropok lekor 10 sen 2 keping. Sedang aku menggigit gigit keropok lekor liat, datang Amsui sebelah aku. Sambil berborak entah apa aku lupa. ************ Aku dengan Amsui kawan biasa. Bukan rapat pun. Kalau aku lepak bilik dia pun, dia selalu tak ada. Spesies manusia liar yang dominan, memang berlainan dengan aku yang agak low profile. Amsui memang kering, bukan badan aja yang kering, tapi hati pun kering. Tak padan dengan kecik. Memang lain dengan aku. Pemberontakan aku lebih kepada verbal dan diam diam. Pemberontakan Amsui lebih fizikal. Kami minat muzik. Oi!!!!, Punk, Streetmusik, Clockwork Records, System. Semua muzik pemberontakan. ******** Amsui menghampiri seorang mamat buruh daripada negara seberang. Sambil aku bercangkung sebelah Amsui. Asap keluar berkepul ke...

I am obviously worn up. Me in my jeans and standard chartered jersey, pair with my blue-ish vintage Adidas 80's Sweater was sleeping. I could see myself sleeping. I kept staring at me. My own bloody self. Dont ask me how, dont ask questions. Because i dont have the answer. I saw in front of me a bunch of people shouting, screaming their lungs out. They are barbarics. The groupies with no civilisation, as what common people would say. Soldiers march on, to the battlefield. They had no fear. They know, across the enemy border, immortality awaits. Women were crying. They were begging their family members not to go. Men who stays, they were the guardians. People wont remember their name but they are the key factor of how this land survived. They are the real heroes. They will continue fighting and developing the nation after this. People need a hero. People they look up to. I always wanna be one. Among those people who marched, i'm sweating. Metabolic rate kept increasing, My hand...

Balada seekor cicak.... aku seekor cicak. Betul, aku seekor cicak kubing yang kurus kering.Aku berhabitat di pasar seksyen 6 Shah Alam. Pada satu malam yang hening dan dingin, datang sebuah kereta yang paling lucah pernah aku tengok. Nombor plat yang mempunyai maksud tersembunyi. 8008. Tuan punya kereta keluar setelah dia mem-parking kereta dengan maha senget. Betul, dia memang kacak. Dengan kuasa seekor cicak kubing, aku memanjat, ke atas kereta. Mencari apa yang boleh dicari.Mungkin aku boleh membawa pulang punca rezeki untuk ibu dan anak di rumah. Lepas ni,boleh la aku geybang dengan kak tikus yang aku pernah naik kereta. Kesian kak tikus, masih lagi trauma, husband dia dah kena makan dengan kucing dekat pasar.Mengadu dengan aku masa aku terserempak dengan dia dekat bawah meja makan kedai Tomyam seksyen 6. Ala aku tahu sangat perangai azab laki dia tuh. Pergi pasar tuh sebab nk jumpa Kak Cencorot hitam. Dia orang memang dah lama ada affair. Aku diam kan aja.Ada sekali tu, aku nampak...

1994.... I was a kid, a romeo. I bet back then i knew how to treat a woman better than now which is 16 years later. in a kindergarden, a girl asked me. "mak kiter cakap, jeles tuh maknanya suka" i, the young antonio banderas, puzzled. "kiter jeles dengan awaklah". i, the young johnny depp, puzzled. *non fiction There are lots of people who mistake their imagination for their memory. -Josh Billings

Aku bangun dari katil. Pusing badan kiri kanan, kanan kiri sampai keluar bunyi krekk krekk krekk...stim siot. Terus aku sarung keramat, pakai spender dan keluar rumah. Sampai dekat mapley, aku jalan mendada. Mata mata galak pandang aku. Aku rasa macam artis. Aku duduk...seminit tengok skrin...2 minit.....39 minit.....45 minit........sejam setengah........dua jam..... Aku bangun tapi semua orang pandang aku lagi. Suara sumbang buat bising belakang kepala aku.."bang, pakai baju blackpool lepas nih" aku balik bukak seluar dan tido pakai baju keramat sambil senyum.

Nama saya Iwan.Umur saya 8 tahun. Saya suka menulis karangan. Saya nak jadi Perdana Menteri. Saya juga nak jadi sasterawan negara. Boleh? Iwan tanya mama, boleh tak sasterawan jadi Perdana Menteri, mama cakap, can..PM also write books, see Dr Mahathir. Saya gembira. =) Iwan dapat markah 88 dalam ujian karangan Bahasa Melayu, saya juga dapat 98 untuk Bahasa Inggeris. Baguslah, bila dah besar nanti bukan saya nak pakai pun Bahasa Melayu tu. Tak cool. Wong Fei Hung mana reti cakap melayu. Rajinikan pun tak cakap melayu. Mereka cakap bahasa mereka sendiri dan bahasa Inggeris. Ah so sebelah rumah yang dah tua pun cakap melayu macam anak Pak Lang merangkak rangkak. Lagi pandai cakap Inggeris. Bahasa kan jiwa bangsa. Iwan suka makan roti canai dekat kedai mamak walaupun kotor sebab sedap. Iwan juga suka makan mc dondo sebab sedap. Tapi kawan kawan cakap, tak boleh makan mc dondo lagi dah, sebab orang yahudi punya. Kita tak boleh makan nanti berdosa. Kedai cina pun tak boleh makan sebab tak da...

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

Bruno Mars and Travie McCoy had really touched my heart with their new single. Just a few hours back, before i was introduced to the song, i had a conversation with a friend about fortune, wealth, money and everything that rhymes. So she said, "our name will someday be listed in the forbes magazine." of course, but i'll be on top of you "and you always wanna be on top of me" and so the reply made me sigh. she has never been innocent type of person but, i guess this is one exception that left her blur and wondering what had she done to make me laugh. I am not guilty, I am innocent. - Saddam Hussein

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