p r etty+d e c e n t+obsess i o n

today i saw red.

red all over.

hahahah (gelak frustrated)

benda2 yg wat aku saw red

Parasit = kot kamus dewan kampung aku (kamus dewan bahasa mls nk rujuk) ialah something who like to suck benefits of certain host sehingga host tu mati kering dan dia hidup gumbiraaa tanpa rasa bersalah. Parasit = dlm kamus aku ialah kekwn (kunun) yg akan msg seminggu skali semata2 utk pinjam tulah nilah dsb pastu senyap jek tak dgr cita sampailah dia nak pinjam benda lain pulak. Yg taknah nk tepon just semata2 nk tanya kaba. Yg dlm ramai2 org dia seblh2 nya nak mintak dgn aku walopon aku jauh 45 batu sbb dia tau aku susah nak cakap "TIDAK". Tobak aah.

Aku nih takderlaa minat sgt pong ngan artis2 seme ni kan..tp aku takleh betul ngan org2 yg ske cari glamer tak tentu sapal ni..huhu sesapa yg berborak ngan aku lam 2,3 ari nih tau ler sape yg aku cakap tu kan. Tau ler putus tunang ngan org glamer, takyah laa nak dijaja cerita tu seme..siap buat buku laah, buat website lah..ni nak buat album pulak..pastu nak berlakon teater pulak… Ni laa masalah bila pendidikan kurang, habis seme org amik kesempatan pergunakan dia. Yelah, budak tu muda lagi, patut kalo ye pon ko nak buktikan yg ko blh berjaya ke, sambung blaja tuh, pastu kerja sungguh2, have a dignified silence brlah org respect. Hahahah geram pulak aku. Kalo anak aku ler lama aku cubit2 pipi tu.

hahahaha (gelak saiko)

lantak laaa weeeyy

biaq pi la

JOURNALIST Vs REPORTER AND SITI’S FERTILITY ISSUE 

Used to want to be a journalist. Hahah. Journalist, mind you, not reporter. The one who wrote things that matters. The one who goes to war-stricken country, reporting what truly happens, not what certain entity wants you to believe happened. Reporting about war refuges, not what Siti Nurhaliza wears for her wedding. That other day the other Siti (Azahlia) told me she went to a bookstore and saw ridiculous front page news in front of one of the Malay’s tabloids – “Siti Subur”. Apparently they interviewed a Gyno who declared, that under his expert observation, from Siti’s physical features, she doesn’t have any fertility issues and can have how many babies she wants. EWWWW…WHO THE HECK NEEDS TO KNOW THAT??? What level you can go down to just to sell paper huh. How would you feel if your fertility rate is measured and the result scattered all in front of tabloids!

THE ONES WHO LIKE TO FORWARD RUBBISH 

A few months ago Kmie wrote a status @ his YM – declaring a war towards everyone who has a penchant of forwarding every single thing they received without any desire of checking if its valid info. He even threatened to cut them off his list of frenz (he’s always the radical one in that waay..heheh). I can relate to his frustration in this matter. Being critical is very important if you don’t want to be eaten alive in this ever evolving mean world. You can’t take everything at face value. Forwarding everything for the sake of “sharing ilmu”. Sure, you are sharing…but what if what you are sharing is not the truth and in advance you’re involuntarily involved in spreading false info, which may cause fitnah and misconception? God knows there are too much of misconceptions out there without us contributing to it. 

THE ONE WHO WROTE RUBBISH

I’m feeling pretty bored out this weeken =/. To spice thing up i came out with this ridiculous poem in accords to what goes on in Malaysia, Lubnan and Palestin and the rest of the world. Dont laugh, i know i’m not a poet hehe. 

I live my life

All this while

Sheltered under this big umbrella

I feel safe (and invisible)

I never knew the coldness of the rain

Or even the midday humidity

The umbrella sheltered me

This umbrella sheltering me

Makes me forgot to peek outside

Yesterday I suddenly had this urge to have a look

What lies beyond this small cozy place I live in?

Underneath the umbrella

I wondered

Surprise!

Prejudice, hatred, lies and wrath

Fallen to my other brothers and sisters

Who don’t have an umbrella to shelter them

Those prejudice, hatred, lies and wrath

Became the harsh sun, the terrifying lighting, the heavy rain

Crashing them, killing them

I felt scared

And quickly hid under my umbrella

And vowed never to peek outside again

Last night I couldn’t sleep

Those horrifying images kept playing inside my head

I understand now

This big umbrella is making me forgot the harsh reality outside

I want to stay here forever – its so cozy, its so surreal

But I am scared, that one day this umbrella will be torn and broken

And I’ll be left without shelter

And end up like them

Little that I notice

This umbrella has already had small holes in them

Where small drops of rain

And hot sun rays

Can peek through

And only waiting time to be broken