lost?

i feel uninvited, i'm uninspired, unimpressed with last year's experience... i step into the new year unresolutionised.. i don't even care if there's no such words.. there is now. i don't intend to change anything because i'm unorganised.. unfocused.. i need inspiration to continue to smile and look forward to tomorrow. because today will go by unchallenged. i'm understating myself not because i give up.. just unenergised to keep glory. i don't care if this post speaks of gibberish.. or wether it is unjustified.. i dodn't make you read this, you chose to bore yourself (if not to death).. you may not want to finish reading.. but you're curious of what's happening next. congratulation. you just made an effort to seek. think out of the norm. that box is starting to fill up, full?. i'm famished.

Start Anew

Let's revert to being normal. shit happens so look alive. It's about taking chances. do what you feel without second guessing yourself. analysis leads to paralysis, so to speak. i took the leap. and now i'm left hanging. let's just sweep it all under the rug. or rather recycle it or shit. y'all have been walking for far too long. let's pick up the pace, let's run. life's too short and too serious.. so make the best, go make yourself.

it's been aeon since i last updated this shit-forsaken blog.. didn't even bother to. no one ever drop by. for what even?.. nothing of substance, just trash.

let's pick up the pace, let's run. take chances. regret the choices that you've made along the way if you must. IF YOU MUST. but dust yourself off and run again.

Shit happens. So look Alive!

sarcasm

It's a way that i've adopted (apart form being a johorean). Being sarcastic. It's not to boast of greatness but rather challenging myself to be less ignorant of what's happening today, keeping myself in-check. I, for one, do not have a nasty sense of humor but rather lame (at times). I am not an anti-social, just SHY.. i am rather friendly (so i was told) that most of my peers befriend me - for benafits.. No, i'm not a rich & spoiled kid who lives in a mansion on top of a hill and drives a freakin' buggati..

ME. A kind hearted warm red blooded human being, or in other words "The nice guy who finishes last". Why am i that kinda person? GOD's will. I'll give you that.. it has been this way ever since i could remember. Maybe because of the way i was brought up inot this world (or that my mother had always wanted one of her sons to become a religious guru)..

so.. sarcasm, it's a way of me being who i am without caring what ppl think of me.. like flashing the middle finger in your face without doing it exactly. because "to each, his own" so please.. don't let this front fool u.. stop being judgemental and actually start reading the whole book.. i'm not bright.. but i'm a self proclaimed smart ass! you might think that it's stupid.. until you really understand.

All Is Doomed!

I've been inspired by some bloggers by thier postings in the perfect format of the "bahasa ibunda" so i tought i'd put up a post in "bahasa"... but all of the sudden I found it quite hard. What happened? I mean i do converse in "bahasa" all the time.. so it should not be a problem.... right?.

It hit me then.. "THEY" have actually taken over the world without people noticing... winning over our votes, our minds, our culture... everything! BLAME MTV BLAME AMERICAN IDOL BLAME REALITY TV shows all you people are being brainwashed they are winning wars untill there's nothing but THEM (in all of us!).. should we not do anything about this?..


which leads to another thing.. here's the scenario :

I was with a friend walking around at GAP (the clothing store) and he told me that this particular brand is funding the jewish (go figure..) and probably thier war as well.. and i actually told him

"yeah, so what? whoever gives a $#i+.." (i actually said that!)..

and he said "well, actually i do!"...


but do we actually do care about this matter? if so why are we drinking coca-cola instead? why are we chain-smoking ciggarets like dunhill or marlboro or what not...? well we said we matter about this issue.. but why can't we resist all these brands that are funding the war? we are actually paying for those bullets that killed all those innocent people.. and we say we care..

hell we can't even write in proper bahasa melayu let alone care about the world... we do actually think about changing the way the world works.. we actually do think about changing how the system works.. we do actually tell ourselves that we care about what matters most.. but we never (just) do anything about it..

why?

because "THEY" have actually won! it's just a matter of realising it.. time to wake up! and retrack our steps.. because we are all drifting away.. because when the time is TOO LATE?.. we might be killing each other.....


...until there's only "THEM"

Now Entering Cyberia

(Population: Zero)
A Note on the Medium

Due to your vague interest in these matters which have been deemed antisocial by the new thought police, you have been exiled to Cyberia. You may believe your visit to be voluntary, but ask yourself: if you could live—in real time, in full color, without a 'net'—the revolt and transformation you fantasize about, would you be here, contemplating and trading in mere representations of such things? The new isolation chambers and interrogation rooms largely need no judicial procedures or law enforcement to fill them—we confine ourselves to these office cubicles, internet cafes, and lonely bedrooms willingly, even believing ourselves to have found access to our dreams and desires here.

Not to criticize you, of course—since obviously I am in the same situation as you, similarly self-exiled. But let's use this time in the wilderness as the political prisoners of old did: not to get accustomed to it, not to build new lives around this voluntary amputation, but to educate ourselves, increase our powers and connections, so when we can return to society we will be armed with new tools for dismantling and reconceiving it. Let us take the world itself back, rather than the "information superhighways" upon which we are being herded so quickly away from it, so one day there will be no need for anyone to return here besides misguided historians and other archeologists of the cursed graveyards of the past.

See you on the other side of the screen, if you make it, earnest cyberspace cadet.

23 to life!

i Masturbate alot, i smoke too much and the level of caffiene i consume daily is higher then my blood preasure (i think so). Damn!, and this wednesday will be another turning point for me... shit! i'm old mahn.... to say that this feeling is normal is hypocritical but to be thinking otherwise is just like saying that i'm stupid..

i don't really know.. should this be a sad thing? i can't remember at the 1st place why we loved Birthdays so much. Probably the presents.. but it could also be the parties. "you're only as old as you feel"<--- now which jerk said this?! lemme just give him my 2 cents.. Fucking turd.

the past was nice, full of colors. Present times seems dull (but i'm single, which is a good thing... at least for me).. do i sound lame? I'd say NO. Am quite happy with the state that i'm currently in actually... couldn't quite remember why i'd write this stupid blog the first place. Anyway looking forward into the future, hope it's gonna be a lot more thrilling than yesteryears.. Fuck! i do sound lame (with a little pinch of gay-ness).. what ever mahn!..

Happy Birthday Dude! you're fucking old.. now get a life!

Breakfast for The CHAMPIONS

We're talking about omelets.. those nice tasty eggs mixed with milk (full fat for ultimate indulgence, if you must). Some with cheese, melting in the center or sprinkled or anyway you take it.. Nothing like waking up in the morning to that juicy smell of an omelet.

Remembered how my mom used to make breakfast before going to school. Just how I like my omelet, 2 eggs, 1/2 a glass of milk, cheddar cheese, beaten thoroughly to have that fluffiness in the omelet. In some occasion She would put in something extra like canned tuna of corned beef.. mouth watering? Indeed.

My dad used to bring us up to Fraser's Hill whenever he could for holidays. The sweetest moment was having breakfast in an open cafe enjoying the morning breeze sipping coffee and enjoying the rich aroma (I started drinking coffee since I was 5, 'cos my parents would always make one thermos flask full of coffee everyday) and having my favorite cheese omelet. Breath taking, relaxing, good for the heart. I miss those times (leaving us for his 2nd wife was a lifetime mistake for him, he could have been a good father. Happy Father’s day to you wherever you are)..

I'd go back up there one of these days.. maybe when I have my own family or not. Enjoying the morning air, a cup of coffee, a good book by my favorite author, and that omelet I had as a child.. tak boleh lupa how fluffy and tasty and whatever not..

My last omelet I had was back in JB, taught my (then) girlfriend how to make one. The best I ever had (the fact that she made me my all-time favorite breakfast scored big time). Never thought a meal would bring so much memories, sweet memories.

One whole nation could start a war just to have this kinda meal.. Omelet, Breakfast for the CHAMPIONS.