and for what?if u ask me.

We compose gazillions love poems that she will never read.
We sing her songs that she can never hear.
We write heavenly thoughtful sentences that she will never remember.
We speak the dreams we had that she never aware of.
We paint her majestic portraits that she can never witness.

We stop breathing for her.
We stop living for her.
We stop imagining for her.
We stop at everything for her.

and all those things.
We know are nothing.
the stupidity that traps us from all corners.
and the foolishness of being in love.

No, there's nothing wrong with it.
No, if it is worth it.
No, if we know.
that though the chances are as thin as the grand line.
the feeling is pure.
and there's nothing wrong to be vulnerable.
and there's nothing wrong to admit.


the feeling is pure.
the feeling is pure.

hari ni tetibe......depressed

Hari ni saya pergi kerja macam biasa. bangun pukul 8.30 pagi. mandi sana sini, cuci muka cantik2, cukur janggut misai kemas-kemas, ambik baju kemeja hitam g2000 feveret saya, pakai spenda depi hitam sexy, sembur2 deodorant wangi, sarung baju, sarung seluar, amek gel, sapu2 bagi rambut jadi kacak seperti biasa, amek rokok mentol,bakar2 dan isap2 lalu keluar rumah.

dekat opis macam biasa siap2 bahan mengajar, jerit sana jerit sini, buat lawak bernas, ketawa-ketawa lalu masuk kelas. mengajar seperti biasa.kelihatan charming seperti biasa dan main2 mata dengan gadis2 student manis lalu bagi senyum sket. memang charming...(peng!peng!)

balik kelas, masuk opis, pandang kiri kanan, terpikir tentang gule sekampit yang dah beli dan sebungkus teh uncang jenama Lipton.

bergegas ke meja kerja lalu amek lipton seuncang, amek gula sekampit (terpikir; lebih baik letak kat pantry semoga semua orang dapat guna gula. mulianya niat) berjalan dengan bergaya kearah pantry, melintas depan rakan sekerja perempuan, kempiskan perut, pura2 bermata redup, tidak tegur.

sampai kat pantry letak gula, nampak sekumpulan semut berkerumun atas meja. dengan suara perlahan keluar sentence "go on...go on there...there's nothing to see here" kepada semut. semut berdegil lalu amek sponge dan sapu2. sekumpulan berjaya melarikan diri.sekumpulan lagi tewas dilenyek sponge yang lembut pada manusia tapi mungkin terlalu keras untuk dihadapi semut.

saya tiba-tiba berhenti menyapu.hati jadi sedih melihat tubuh-tubuh kaku semut yang berpintal2 sesama sendiri. soalan keluar bertubi2.

"tentu sakit"
"apa kata rakan-rakan yang berjaya larikan diri dan sambil terpaksa lihat rakan lain mati"
"bagaimanakah mereka yang terselamat akan kabarkan berita buruk tersebut kepada keluarga si mati?"
"bagaimanakah keluarga si mati akan hadapi kehilangan ahli keluarga yang tercinta?"
" apalah yang akan diingati orang ramai tentang mangsa?"

etc..etc...etc...

buat teh o panas. beredar dengan sedih. kompom saya depressed.

gadis juga

Ahmad Helmi dan Syazwan Rahimi tulis tajuk bermula dengan perkataan gadis jadi saya takmau ketinggalan. saya juga mahu tulis gadis.

sekian~

hahaha

the kids arent alright

kids these days are so funny. I, for once seriously don't understand (or too old to understand) of the things that our kids are looking at right now. one obvious thing that puzzled me the most is why in the world that these kids are so keen to become or look like adults when nothing in the world can they do to hide of all the clear coming of puberty signs that they have like fresh baked pimples, still-under construction-breasts, fake mustache and..owh well you get the picture right.

if you live around Kl, I guess you are very much familiar with the sight of Bukit Bintang area
during weekend especially in front of Maybank. here, almost every weekend, a group of kids will hang out and do this kind of weird dance called shuffle (whatever that is). to be honest, I hate this bunch to the core of my bone but I guess this dance is still an art and that I, as someone who love art should respect that. but the real issue here is not about the dance but the way these kids dressed up. seriously what the fuck are they thinking wearing muffla, shades, leather suit, oversize cowboy shoes etc around?
the other day me and ahmad helmi went to Malacca to attend my great good cousin Zaid's wedding (congratulations bro!). it was a normal traditional Malay wedding organized in the house compound like any other Malay weddings we can see through out Malaysia. while eating the always delicious nasik minyak, to my amazement, I saw this one kid who at that time was wearing a full set black suit complete with blue tie and black leather shoes. I know that it is not nice to laugh at people but being me, I just can't help it!!!!it was funny as hell. why in the god's earth do you need to wear suit to a Malay wedding?in a middle of hot as hell sunny day?and owh come onnnn!!you're probably 14!


gile...pakai macam tu pastu dahi berpeluh sebab panas. what stupid fuck is that???

when I was younger, it used to be all about music and that comes only when i was like 14. before that the only thing that i had in my mind was gasing,layang-layang,bola padang,bola kopak, rounders and stuffs. mane ade lepak2 tepi jalan bershuffle. well, like i said, if you want to go shuffle, i hv no qualms about it.but why the dressings????and the words they use while talking!!!
the slang things like sms-connection-slang with all those "kewl,kew,lurve,blablabla" shite.

and what is this 'noobs' thing that they are using amongst them?watefaak??? you cannot simply say people as budak baru naik or noob when we all know your age is basically the same as the people that you accused as being noob aite?and come onnn!!!as far as i'm concerned, noob is a term most related with geeks and nerds. mane cool gune bahasa tu.hadooii!

jatuh cinta untuk jatuh cinta lagi

jam pukul 5.14 pagi.depan mata laptop menyala terang. depan ada Singkong masih kukuh berbicara dengan Joe. Leman dan Bau yang tadi cukup rancak bersama berbual tentang falsafah dan topik utama tentang teori The Missing History sudah tewas dengan mata masing-masing.


saya?


Saya masih tersenyum.sangat tersenyum.


Seorang gadis manis yang sudah cukup mencapai tahap gadis manis peringkat tertinggi jadi punca.

*flashback*

kotak kecil YM terpacul secara tiba-tiba. nama dia agak biasa. seorang gadis impian yang hati saya sudah jadi agak tawar sebenarnya akibat kepayahan ingin mendapatkannya.menyampah.
dalam hati separuh suka separuh menyampah saya sapa kembali.

gadis manis mengadu diri sudah mengantuk tapi entah kenapa mata sangat durjana enggan menutupkan diri. saya tanya kenapa?mahu berkongsi cerita? gadis manis menolak pelawaan bercerita (hati sudah jadi menyampah)

gadis teruskan sisipan. gadis minta diceritakan kisah seharian lalu saya ceritakan pengalaman melancong sekitar Kuala Lumpur siangnya tadi.

gadis minta ditemankan sementara.

lalu diceritakan pengalaman dan tujuan asal melancong sekitar Kuala Lumpur. kata saya kerana sejarah, lalu gadis mengaku sukakan sejarah juga.

*fast forward x4*

saya usulkan agar diceritakan serba sedikit tentang sejarah tentang The Missing History yang kebetulan tidak diketahui si gadis manis. lalu saya kata jadikan cerita penuh fakta sebagai lagu tidur sang gadis manis. gadis tersenyum diwakilkan emoticon YM.

saya teruskan cerita dengan panjang.

dalam 5 minit menaip setiap tilikan fakta mengenai topik cerita si gadis secara tiba-tiba mencelah.

gadis manis berkata;

Gadis manis : u ni sweet lah
Gadis manis : sweet sangat
Gadis manis : tp serious
Gadis manis : u blh buat org jatuh hati
Azhari Sirat : i nak buat u jatuh hati
Azhari Sirat : heee
Gadis manis : hehe

dunia pusing.masa berhenti.jantung senyap.nyawa lari.


*pulang alam realiti*




hihihihihihihihihi~


saya jatuh cinta lagi pada gadis manis.


wieee~