c h o c o l a t h e a d w e l c o m e s y o u

I AM SO SO SO SO SO VERY STUPID.ENOUGH SAID.

karma As I go through life, fixing my mistakes one at a time, I’ve learned a thing or two about Karma, and part of keeping good Karma is sharing it with others. I hope these notions help you as much as they’ve helped me. Do good things and good things will happen to you. Do bad things and it will come back and bite you in the ass. If you want a better life, you need to be a better person. Bad luck might be contagious. It wouldn’t be fair to bring someone into your life until you clean yours up. Never underestimate the power of confidence. And never underestimate fifteen beers, a little enlightenment, and the power of Rob Base and DJ Easy Rock. A person needs a little rest after having his moustache tickled at a gay bar. You have to do the hard things in life sooner or later. If you want the reward, you have to do the work. The secret to life is fixing all the bad things that you’ve done. Whether picking up trash, returning stolen merchandise, or helping a homosexual find love, it always has the same reward… feeling good about yourself. Karma. You got to love it.

i always love the opening speech by earl (jason lee) everytime i switch on the tv to watch his show. so i checked out his website and cool,they have the opening speech and i copied it form there and paste it up there.to those people out there who just started to love karma (like i do) or those people who wants to know what karma is all about or how to deal with it,check out the show at 1045pm every wednesday on ntv7 or check out the website at: http://www.nbc.com/My_Name_Is_Earl/ to fall in love with karma. karma.you gotta love it.

*Ogos 10, 2006 6:05 senyum kamu semesra cahaya mentari pagi yg aku dambarkan dan rindu setiap hari… bila mana aku jaga dari tidur bertemankan lena dan nyamuk yg merah darah aku.. kaukah yg aku tunggu selama ini? makan kalau begitu selamanyalah aku akan terhutang budi dan jiwa aku ini pada mu pada mu… kerana kehadiran mu melengkapi dimensi sepi hati aku rasfan…. dan membasuh segala luka dan parut kecewa di hati!!! dari isi hati rasfan tuk Syefa… dan selamanya aku akan tetap disisi mu sehinggalah Israil mengetuk pintu roh ku…

*courtesy of tuan rasfan.

Hanya Satu Senyuman

Senyum mesra kapas mu

Ku balas dengan senyum ku

Yang mesra musim dingin

Tiada kenal erti ihsan

Redup mata mu berkata-kata

Pada mata ku yang masih kurang sedar akan

Keberadaan mu yang jodoh buat mata ku

Perkenalan sepintas lalu

Memberikan aku sirna harapan

Bahawasanya

Kamu ada dan

Kau selalu ada

Cuma dengan hendakNya

Kau pertemukan kami

Dan

Hanya dengan satu

Senyuman semesra kapas

lantas aku seperti salji

Akan mencair pada mu

Pada mu

Maka bermulalah sebuah ceritera Cinta ini

*courtesy of tuan rasfan.

Meet my first niece. Nana. She can be quite a pain-in-the-ass sometimes. But I love her anyway. Shes turning 4 this June. Exactly 3 days after my birthday. When Im not around her, I kind of miss her. But once I got hold of her, I kind of hate her for her guts. And she talks too much. She talks like an old grumpy lady who cant stop nagging. Geez. Wonder where she got that from. Shes a fast learner and she copied everything she saw and she talks whatever people talk about. Be it about how to cook rendang or how good your day was. As long as Nana is around and she heard it, she will taunt you with unanswerable questions and questions you wouldnt like to answer because it will make you look stupid, answering it. She talks TOO much, I repeat. People wont believe shes 3 going on 4 because of her chatterbox quality. Shes also a self-professed drama queen. A drama queen at the age of 4 and a chatterbox. Great, what else could Ive ask for. I hate her. Shes totally me at the age of 4. Although I dont quite remember, but I still recall wanting to be likeable by everybody in primary school. And I did it by stealing my brothers RM50 note under his stack of shirts in his room and spend it like a king in school. Coolly, I spend my brothers hard-earned 50 bucks to pamper my friends at school with erasers, nifty pencils, sharpeners and some food. Foods are not as important as stationery those days. Nana did that too. But she did not steal anything. Shes a barter-trade master. Last month she traded her newly-bought Barbie wristwatch with her friend. And she trades it for a stupid coloring book. And I bet she did it to be likeable by her friends. Talking about resembles. And I bet shes a bully too. Looking at what she did to my second niece and her big mouth, I bet shes a bully. Like what I was in primary school. I was a prefect back then and I used to send people off to the principal office just for being ignorant of a bin which is knocked down by some kids. I used to be racial too. Theres an Indian girl in my class and I kept making her do all of the sweeping in class. If she refused, Ill twist her ear until she cries her eyes out. And being a prefect, they always HAVE to obey me. Call me the reincarnation of biatch in an 8 years body. Yes, I used to be all that and I see it will re-enact today. Nana will exactly be like me. I just hope she will not be as un-pretty as I am today because it will contribute to the fact that its hard to get a boy notices you when you are not cute. But shes totally cute and will always be. Even for the next 10 promising years. And Nana, if youre reading this, sorry I called you a pain-in-the-ass. I love you, kid.

Heres Uni. My second niece. Nanas lil bro. He might look as innocent he could be. But hes totally the opposite. He bites Nana. She poked Ajim, his little brothers eye. He shouts. He throws beverages out of the trolley. He ran across the road dangerously. He slaps people and the list goes on. When Nana is a chatterbox, hes the second chatterbox in the family but we can barely understand what hes trying to say. Hes 2 going on 3. I dont know if its normal for boys his age not being able to speak clearly, but I kinda like it when he talks cus I can always nod at whatever hes saying without trying to understand and choosing the right answer for his question, unlike Nana whose question are as hard as IQ tests questions. And its always fun to hear him saying things and I tried to make sense of whatever the f*** hes saying. Ha-ha. I can laugh it off all day long. He is my clown and he is not really fond of me. He always run to my brothers and other people and I am his last choice to grab on to. Who cares. Maybe it because I like to pinch him. Its entirely because hes such a naughty little tyke. Not that I like to pinch him, although I admit I like the way he squeaks when I crab-pinch him. But, no matter how naughty he is, hes such a sweetheart and I love to see him sleep. He looks like an angel. And the devil when he woke up. Uni, angel or devil, I still love you,brat!

this is soo,very,true.im still waiting for this kinda guy.and that explains why i am still single for like,21 years.where the hell have all the good guys gone?

people said im picky,choosy,posess high taste and stuff.but im not looking for a temporary boyfriend.im looking for my life partner.the one i will die with.the one i will bear my children with.not some guy who i’ll eventually break-up with and meet new potential boyfriend shortly after.

when im finally in love with somebody,i will definitely be true to him.loyalty spells syarifahhadli and it will always do.

in the mean time,while waiting for my knight in shining armour,im just going to sit back and laugh to people who didnt know what true love is.im going to laugh at people who betrayed love and constantly manipulating love for their own self-interest.

true love waits.

i dont know why i always get stuck when i tried to write title for my posts here.so,i always skip naming my posts and went straightaway to write down things that i have in mind.

i know i’m not the best person in the whole wide world to understand a piece of precious poem.but as i spent my rainy afternoon in perpustakaan hamzah sendut 1,i saw a book.a compilation of poems and sketches from siti zainon.

ever heard of her?of course i dont.i’m not a poetic person.but still,i go through the book and i found something that i liked.it goes:

perlukah aku melupakan

bau dahlia

gemercik air gunung

laut dan camar

senja yang mengembang itu?

alangkah payahnya

melupakanmu.

why the sudden interest in poem?

i dont know.

somebody changed my mind.