mesin khurafat

65 kg

aku tak tahu samada mesin timbang dekat pasaraya Bintang itu bertauliah atau tidak.
tapi cas dikenakan adalah dua puluh sen maka mungkin ia ada credibility.

chi mei yang kini menggayakan rambut pendek ketawa sinis di sebelah.

tolak berat kasut yang aku agak2 seberat sekilo sebelah maka tolak 2 kilo dekat situ.

wallet aku walaupun hanya ada beberapa helai duit kertas akibat duit loan tak masuk lagi masih agak berat aku kira, mungkin ada setengah kilo pada perkiraan kasarku.

itu baru poket belakang.

poket kanan ada henfon sony yang aku rasa sudah bertambah berat sejak tukar housing dekat amoi comel tempoh hari. walaupun hanya pertukaran warna, ianya amat signifikan. aku baca buku dekat ptar 1 hari tu kata setiap warna ada berat mereka sendiri. masa tu aku tak percaya, sekarang percaya.

poket kiri pula ada kunci rumah, kunci motor dan segala duit syiling. duit syiling merupakan sesuatu yang amat berat tidak dilupakan juga aspek kepaduan mereka. kunci rumah aku pula besar, tombol rumah aku lebih besar daripada rumah biasa. aku naik scooter pula tu, scooter selalunya kunci berat.

jadi sekilo poket kanan campur 3 kilo poket kiri dah 4 kilo jumlah kena tolak kat situ.

lepas tu aku pakai 2 lapis baju hari ini mungkin itu juga itu sedikit sebanyak mengelirukan mesin penimbang.dengan jeans. jeans nh labuh sedikit.berat.tidak lupa juga tali pinggang. tali pinggang dah la sembilan puluh ringgit, jadi mesti berat.

lagi apa. oh ya masa timbang tu aku baru lepas makan nasik goreng mamak dekat khalifah dengan chi mei. jadi mungkin pertambahan berat yang tidak sepatutnya dikira oleh mesin timbang dah berlaku dekat situ. siap telur mata separuh masak lagi.kena tolak 2 kilo. baru adil.
kejap, pagi tadi punya roti canai khalifah makan dengan zikri, eka, apik, melati dan bella pun masih ada. walaupun banyak sembang pagi tadi, tenaga yang digunakan apalah sangat nak dibandingkan dengan roti canai. tolak 1 kilo.

akhirnya selepas ditolak benda-benda picis lain seperti berat rambut dan halaju sedutan angin ketika masa ditimbang aku congak-congak berat asli aku adalah 52 kg.


fuck mamak khalifah

bye bye worldcup

After 63 matches, the stage is now set.
The Netherlands versus Spain in a world cup final.
A match that will guarantee a first time winner.
I will be rooting for the Dutch because it was the team I supported back in high school years when my favorite player, Ruud Van Nisrelrooy used to play there.
The orenje will rise to the occasion.
uyeh.

So much for the England side that i supported this term,
i was quite glad the final are between these two teams.
even though Spain didn't fire in all cylinder like we expected them to, they surely dominated teams.
They make other team look ordinary by humbling them to their possessive play of football.
So yeah they deserve to be in the final.
While the Dutch, they are disjointed group of people who want to win.
They didn't like each other that much, but they are on a same mission.
Somehow that had created some togetherness among the team members.
They never look like a serious challenger for the cup even though they won all their games, that was until they defeated the mighty brazil.

So, whoever won it, i will be glad. But I really wanted the Dutch to get the big prize as Spain had already won the European Champonship recently.

So, go orenje!



ps : that handball by luis suarez had just produce 2 amazing games in Germany-Uruguay and Netherlands-Uruguay games.

Kuekuatsu

Why the moon is so lonely?

Because she used to have a lover

His name was Kuekuatsu and they lived in the spirit world together.

And every night,
they would wander the skies together.
But, one of the other spirits was jealous.
Trickster wanted the Moon for himself.
So he told Kuekuatsu that the Moon had asked for flowers;
he told him to come to our world and pick her some wild roses.
But Kuekuatsu didn't know that once you leave the spirit world, you can never go back.

And every night, he looks up in the sky and sees the Moon and howls her name.
But...

he can never touch her again.





-X-Men Origins

hey

i put my fragile heart in your box,

wrapped it with ribbons of devotion
trimmed with kisses and smiles




so yeah,


HANDLE WITH CARE

domination no more

reign over

you just can feel it

how sad

filthy creature

you are the kraken from the sea
smothered me with love, and immerse unnoticed.
left me choked with fragmented affection.

you are the tremors beneath the soil
ripped my heart out, and conceal pleasantly.
leave a track here to bleed on its own.

you are the great leonopteryx above the sky
raise my spirit up, before toss it down raucously.
carved a beautiful scar deep in my soul.


you are just one filthy animal that i once in love with
thanks for messing me up








ps : dirakamkan di studio sinematic. sah2 takde kaitan dengan hidup dan mati

linesman itu sebenarnya bekas pekerja tnb

england 1-4 germany

hati patah
jiwa remuk

balik dengan kecewa.

sampai rumah jam 4.55, tolak pintu slow2,
taknak bagi orang jaga.
masuk rumah tengok bapak gua depan tv tengah tidur.

slow2 gua jalan tanak bagi dia jaga.
sampai meja, letak wallet henfon barang2 semua.

tiba-tiba

"yeahhh german menang.haha"

cis tak tidur lagi rupanya dia. saje buat2 tidur ayam.
gua sedikit geram.
gua membuka syarahan berbentuk membackup betapa second goal itu adalah turning point dan bagaimana match akan berubah sekiranya gol itu dikira.
dia mendengar sambil mata tertutup.
seolah2 tidak mendengar.
dia sokong german sebab dulu pernah duduk german.
cis betul alasan menyokong.haha
setelah memberi kira-kira 2 perenggan kenyataan membidas kemenangan german dan tentang gol kedua terbabit gua menuju ke tangga.

rasa mahu naik ke bilik.
sangat kecewa dengan kekalahan england.
hati hancur, luluh
mahu tidur dan lupakan segala-galanya sebentar
ceh lebih2 pula.

satu demi satu anak tangga dinaiki.
mungkin gua dah boleh lupakan kekecewaan ini.
mungkin bukan tahun mereka.
mungkin mereka main tak cukup bagus.
yeah gua dah move on.
dah takkan fikir lagi.

yeahhh move on


sampai depan bilik, gua nampak bilik mak gua lampu terbuka.
gua selak langsir jenguk


nampak mak gua,

"england kena belasah.hahahahahaha"




okay fine

unlocked me

grounded spirit,
imprisoned heart,

gone down the street to search for your soul

chained melody,
caged harmony,

gone above the sky to search for your music note,


searching for the keys,
to unlocked me.


when i found your melody,
your harmony,

my soul is freed.

day 3

john isner, nicolas mahut,

you guys are freak

III emulov evol

13 points lead counts for nothing

even though i hate the lakers,
i always thought that kobe is one fine player.
the best player on the planet at the moment.
when dwane wade wandering around during the summer,
kobe work his ass off in the gym.
when lebron james going around the world making money during the summer,
kobe practice his shooting at the staples center, like one crazy person.
and he is so damn focused that he even rejected chris rock, the funniest man on earth
haha.

so yeah, he deserves it.

congratulations LA for their title

boston will surely rebuild this coming season

-boston celtics fan

paul pierce rocks

sudah aku koyak mukasurat suka dari kamus.
ronyokkan dan lontar ke tong sampah,
tapi tak masuk.
tak terer baling.
lebih teruk dari perkins.

tapi masih ada sayang.

terus,aku koyak sayang.
ronyokkan dan sekali lagi lontar ke tong sampah.
nasib baik masuk kali ini.
aku dekatkan tong sampah dengan jarak 2 meter.

tapi masih ada cinta.

yang ini,
sungguhnya,
aku tak mampu koyak.
tak mampu ronyok.
tak mampu lontar.

tutup kamus.


sebetulnya,
aku langsung tak mampu sentuh itu.
langsung tak layak.


ps : kau ingat ade kobe, boleh menang senang. miahaha. its about teamwork. go celtics!

a woman

a woman,
is a creature of heart.
a creature that full with warm devotion and pleasant ardor.

a woman,
doesn't think like a man.
when walking with a man in a park,
a man will see it as simply a walk in a park,
but a woman might see it as a walk across the rainbow.
how beautiful and colorful was the journey.
when hanging out at a local restaurant around the town,
a man will see it as a simple date.
but not a woman,
a woman might see it as a dinner on the clouds,
how pleasurable and handsome was the date.

see,women,
they think differently,

no matter how complex they are,
a woman will always be,
a woman.

a fragile little creature made from love.

sea of love

you are a sea of love,
so full of affection and fondness.

i used to walk along the beach and just watch you from distance.
but one day, i went different direction,

i went closer.

and once i stepped in,
i dissolved in it.
your wave of tenderness pull me nearer and nearer to the centre.
i tried to swim back to the shore,
but it was too late,

you had brought me to the deepest part,

i had dissolved,
and totally drowned,

in you.

ecosystem

two different creature sitting side by side on a cable.
one is a bird and the other is a butterfly.
met coincidentally.
convened by fate, with a stroke of luck.
one is offering a feather,
in return of a promise.
a promise that they will meet there occasionally.
the other agreed.
takes the feather and flew away.
away
and away.

the poor little bird keep coming there,
hoping to meet the beautiful butterfly.
sit there, waiting.
waiting.
and waiting.

losing feather, losing hope.
losing faith, losing heart.

just fly away.
there are a lot of beautiful birds out there.
why must you crave for a butterfly.

quick update

the secret of love is love to love, not love to be loved back,
loving a person is already a happiness,
love doesn't need a happy ending, because love simply never end,
there is no need of holding hand, you just need to believe your heart,
and keep on loving.

coffee shop

i sit quietly at my favorite coffee shop,
staring at my coffee upon the table.
i placed a spoon into the cup,
and stir it properly.
wandering around and observes people.
there are a lot of couples in the coffee shop this morning.

you see,
some people said love is just like a coffee.
bitter and sweet at once.
the mixed contrary feeling shared the same cup.

and you see,
loyalty is just like a sugar.
you add them into coffee to make it sweeter.
some people just keep adding them.
well, adding too much sugar might cause you dearly.
being too loyal is a disease.

and then tolerance,
tolerance resembles a creamer.
you add them to balance it.
but see,
too much creamer will spoil the coffee.

see,
sipping a coffee need a technique,

you have to stir it properly,
not too quick, not too slow.
you have to sip it slowly and gently,
hold the cup and drink it little by little.
and the mixture of sugar and creamer must be right.

but there is a slight different between fall in love with a person and loving a person.
loving a person need a technique.
but fall in love,
well you don't really need one.



ps : saw too much coffees spilled away lately. its just sad. drink them people, do not waste them

poem by an african kid

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me colored?

i have

a special secret pocket,
where i kept my favorite cookies.
one with,
extra crunch,
and extra sweet.

when i died, send me postcards to heaven.

when you decide to take my hand and fill the empty spaces between the fingers,
i can feel the rush of the warm blood beneath my skin.
the arteries are going wild.
the blood vessels freak out.
the sacred touch of your hand flows in the blood from my fingers right up to my chest.
the 4 chambers of my heart are beating and pumping your name ridiculously.
ridiculous and hard
i tried to deny this feeling.
but my body system can't.
my nerve send me weird impulses.
that made me smiled involuntarily.
and sometimes cried continuously.

ps : mungkin vistana tak perlu letak aircond sejuk bagai nak mati.