Post-Adrenalin

Banyak benda yang berlaku sepanjang hampir seminggu si penceceh-tanpa-isu ini offline antaranya dua buah gunung berjaya ditawan (salah satunya, unintentionally sebab itu saja jalan pulang kami) dan satu puncak air terjun yang gile babi lawa yang juga dikatakan tempat permainan elves, laptop aku crash dan sekali gus membuktikan kepentingan external hard drive, ada birthday budak Carriage sorang yang aku miss, aku turun berat sebanyak hampir 10 kilo, Ya, SEPULUH KILO!!!, dan Siti sementelahmana di certified kan oleh Abg Zaini sebagai masih lagi hidup sekali lagi buat hal (aku kini menaip dalam keadaan monitornya berkelip bagai lampu neon berbagai kaler). Pening aku mau mengadap ini pc, (kau jeles sama madu kau ya Siti?). More later, after i get Siti sorted out for good.

Oh ya, hampir terlupa saya. Saya sangat sayang itu wanita yang naik gunung bersama dengan saya, dia sangat hot kerana mempunyai minat kepada outdoor dan tidak segan silu untuk berpeluh berliter-liter (atau kalau ikut bahasa kampung nya, buckets of sweat) dengan saya dek memanjat dan juga menuruni gunung, yang buat saya bertambah sayang kepadanya adalah kerana dia tidak kisah bercinta dengan seorang junkie; mountaineering junkie.

You are the best, sayang. I love you. Esok kita kahwin kat atas gunung eh?

Lapse of Time.

Ape la yang aku lakon kan tadi. Proctologist yang lupa the malay term for piles. Apa-apa pun aku harap defence side menang, kes prosecution memang rompong belaka.

Barang dah siap kemas, tunggu nak di angkut je. Yang mana aku rasa bukan barang aku aku tinggal atau buang saja, i'm done being the room's safe. Barang kau barang kau, barang aku barang aku.

Tadi Lin Suksis call aku masa balik dari sembahyang Zohor. Dia cakap dak2 perempuan semua tak nak pegi rumah angkat kat Terengganu. Nak dikata malu sebab lama tak contactmmungkin jugak aku rasa yang betul2 keep in touch dengan family angkat sekerat dua je, aku pun terus lost contact haritu tapi apa la salahnya kalau pegi je balik ke sana, dah ada peluang nak re-establish contact. Haih. Aku tak faham perempuan. Anyway Lin jugak mintak tanya dak2 lelaki sapa yang tak mau pergi rumah family angkat, sebab kalau semua tak mau mintak di kansel kan aja program itu. Aku tak tau, dalam kepala otak aku memang dah prejudiced dengan dak2 perempuan, lembik dan mengada. Esok2 nanti aku call En Khalid tanya apa cerita.

Aku malas nak fikir apa2. Aku mengantuk gile, rasa nak tido dan tak mau bangun2. Malas nak buat apa2. Semua boleh pegi mati. With the end of my degree program (I hope to God i don't have to repeat anything) i think i am entitled to a break.

Fuck off world, let me get a decent sleep.

To the Last Man

Its already the 8th and as we strike off those papers from our calendars the initial momentum that has been driving us through the first papers to the worse of them slowly wore off. Like a sprinter finally losing his adrenaline boost, the sight of a near empty library, a UiTM minus all the annoying noobs on the busses and on the sidewalks would give us the wtf moment. We're the ones still left behind. That would slow us down to certain extent, no more would we study like its the end of the world, its been like a month of continuous consumption and deficat-ion of facts and half remembered name of cases.

At least it feels that way for me.

But then, somehow in between my re-reading of Dr Irwin's article it hits me.

Tomorrow would be the last paper for my degree.

Yeap, another wtf moment. The bulls that once gored my insides when it was the night before my Asso 1 paper came again, goring my stomach with even more zeal than before. Sad, fear and happy is all i feel, the wheel had spun to this moment, the end of my walkabout, end of many things. Fear, fear of should the unnamed thing repeats itself again.

To this i pray to the One above, another shot in the arm is all i ask from you. Let this be the end, let nothing be trailing behind me like a masterless polong. I want to end this.

Please.

Keeping up with the times

edited and adapted from the original at cityofsharedstories.com

He looked up and saw it up there with them lights blinking,the bridge. No wonder they call it sky bridge,its goddamnnn high and that's not the only thing, he's not going to get any tolls out of this despite it being all fancy with lights at night and all (he once dreamed of having the endless bragging rights as the-one-with-the-crooked bridge but the bridge was never built, even after all the controversy). Not one stinking sen.

He cringed.

The crowd, he forgot all about the crowd. The young, sitting around with their friends or with their partners doing who knows what,the tourists snapping away at the magnificent sight overhead, the crowd. God above, how he hate the crowd.. But then again the guards will chase them out of the area around ten..or is it eleven? He'll have to have another word with the night guard again. Last time they talked he left the man with a big dark spot on his pants despite him being all civil to the guard.

Eh...well, one good addition to his already impressive bragging list would be the pool (he wasn't much of a park person, unless) The highest bridge in the whole country and an impressive pool with them fountain things to boot.

A troll couldn't be happier. Malaysia Boleh indeed.

Tapis.

Tadi aku baru je tanya Mang, manusia ni memang self-contradicting kan?

Dia balas; memang la, tak payah tengok jauh. Contoh terbaik aku kurus pastu kau gemok.

Babi apa kaitan la sial...

Wobblies

Happy May Day to the Workers of the World.

Dok diam2 kat rumah enjoy cuti noo..