Monday, February 13, 2012

Baju Liverpool basah

Nak dengar satu cerita tak?



Malam ni ada match between Liverpool dengan Man U, Danny ni fan Liverpool. Ayah dia cakap dengan dia yang malam ni ayah dia nak bawak Danny pergi tengok match tu kat mamak.

“Danny nak tengok Liverpool lawan tak malam ni?”
“mesti la nak!”
“ok, kalau macam tu siapkan semua homework,jangan lupa study jugak,kalau tak ayah taknak bawak Danny pergi tengok”
“OK!!”

Danny macam kena suntik dengan semangat baru. Balik tengah hari tu Danny siapkan semua kerja rumah dia, siap study lagi.

Then ayah dia pun balik dari kerja, Danny kat dalam bilik tengah pakai baju Liverpool satu set, rambut dia yang sebelum ni tak pernah nak sikat pun dia sikat kemas. Bila dia turun je dia senyum sampai pipi. Dia nampak muka penat ayah dia,

“ayah, jom tengok Liverpool lawan malam ni!”
*muka excited*
“ayah penat la Danny,esok boleh?”

Danny anak yang taat, dia tak pernah kata tak, dia setuju je dengan cakap ayah dia. Dia naik sambil lap hingus kat baju Liverpool dia yang merah. Mata dia berair, dia tahan supaya air tu tak jatuh. Malam tu bantal tidur Danny basah dan panas,dia dah tak tahan lagi.

Moral of the story :
Takde pape la kot, sekadar sharing.. 

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Symbolism


An old man has a wife. A hard headed wife, who always does many things that, hurts him in many ways. And every single time he was hurt, he will hammer a nail into the wooden wall of his house. Until one day, the wall is full of nail.

After a time, the wife realized she was wrong and decided to repent on her sin towards her husband. So the husband pull out the nail on the wall one by one until none is left. The wooden wall of the house is now full holes.

Wall = Heart
Act of pulling out = Forgiveness
Hole = Scar 

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Apprecation

"itu pun nak berlagak?pfft!"

Kalau ada budak tunjuk lukisan kat korang, lepas tu dia Tanya cantik ke tak, cakap je la cantik. Bukan nak korang menipu pun, but it is a sort of appreciation. Tu kalau dah besar, boleh jadi artist sebab a glimpse of motivation akan push them forward.

Kalau budak ni balik-balik tunjuk score kat korang, markah dia tinggi, puji la, jangan berat sangat mulut tu nak puji. Susah ke? Tak pun dia cakap dia study then cakap la yang dia ni bagus ka,yang pi cakap kat dia “itu pun nak bangga?”. Stop being so cruel.

Praising is a sort of motivation. Ni tips nak jadi parents yang BERGUNA, bukan jadi parents yang TAK GUNA. Aku nak bagitau kat korang ni bukan kat ibu-ibu dan bapak-bapak kat luar tu, yang bukan mak dan bapak pun cuba la ringankan mulut dengan pujian. Adakah akan kena oral thrush mahupun oral cancer kalau memuji?tak kan?

Nature aku bukan suka bangga-bangga, tapi kalau aku cerita something untuk di appreciate ada sebab dia. Nak motivation je, nak harapkan parents aku? They planted fear in my heart more than love, kau expect aku harap praising dari diorang?

p/s:

I keep ranting rubbish lately..

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Cerita bodoh


Hari ni patik nak ber-story sikit, ada satu hari ni, Nita dah plan nak bawak aku keluar. Aku yang budak ni mestilah excited macam beruk sebab hang out dengan Nita adalah something yang jarang dan rare sekali. Bukan apa, kalau depan kawan-kawan dia, Nita bukan orang yang aku kenal, dia taknak pun tegur aku. Maybe i am a big abomination.

Sambung story, aku diajak keluar oleh kawan-kawan untuk hang out jugak, tapi waktu siang. Aku ikut je la, sebab ingatkan diorang nak lepak kejap je, aku pun plan nak beli ink printer nak print notes aku. Sekali mereka bawak aku pi jalan jauh pulak. Aku sakit hati gak, depa tak cakap awal-awal nak bawak jauh. So aku end up tak beli ink dan balik lewat.

Balik je aku terus bukak notes sebab nak study, baru boleh keluar. Aku masih sempat untuk keluar dengan Nita, tapi Nita ni pulak macam tutor aku, dia taknak la bawak aku keluar dah sebab aku tak study untuk hari ni. Aku punya la sedih,bayangkan aku dah siap-siap dah, dah pakai helmet dengan sweater bagai sekali kena reject. Guys, constant rejection ni sakit woo.

So moral nya dekat sini kawan-kawan sekalian, jangan la letak hope tinggi sangat. Kadang-kadang, no, MOST OF THE TIME, kita takkan dapat apa yang kita nak, set the target low so you won’t fall too hard.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

No More

"its just a cup,or a smile"

I am just a colossal mortification and embarrassment. Now I’m going to show that fake face to everyone, EVERYONE. Yeah, including YOU. Hey guys, one more thing, impede hoping, it didn’t give you anything, anything at all. You will only end up getting upset and hurt in the end. Believe me, I have been bathed in hope up till now and its nothing but a complete twaddle. I give it up a long time ago, and think that I can hope again and I was wrong. If there is evil in this world, I would say that it is HOPE. From today on, I pledge on myself to commence the PRETENSE.


p/s:
im really fucked up..

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

troll

Suka sangat troll aku, dude, me making strong face doesnt means that i am strong la. u wanted to troll me so much huh?go ahead.

ow yeah, sekarang dah macam-macam jadi baru puas hati ke?

you read my post, you read my tweet, you read my fb status yada yada defuq? you aint have a glimpse of what im having. u dont know what im facing coz not all can be written or drawn. u wanna make fun of me? go ahead.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Plaything and the Past

I sense their outlook about toys is come what may true. Enjoice, as it might be useful when you are having a lametard frork partner in life.


 H.S. Abell Jefrry 
Tekanan perasaan yang dialami seseorang masa kecil, akibat 'impian' untuk memiliki permainan tak tercapai, mungkin boleh ditebus masa dewasa
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 syazwan shafie 
tahu tak kalau menghina pasangan yang suka kumpul mainan tu sama macam menghina zaman kemiskinan dia dulu. mentang2 kau kaya
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 H.S. Abell Jefrry 
Perempuan, kalau teman lelaki kamu kumpul permainan, jangan suka hati maki/gelakkan dia. Mungkin masa kecil dia tak berpeluang merasa. :(
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just in case you don't know, lametard = lame + retard, frork = freak + dork

Friday, December 9, 2011

Can anyone translate this?

Can anyone decipher my dream? it is the third time already where i dreamed about being murdered But this time, i can remember it pretty visibly than before.

I was standing beside a grimy old pool, full of famished crocodile like a ghost in the offing. Their eyes, it’s arctic and serene i know they are ravenous. Then, someone pushed me from behind.

I fall into the pool and all those crocodile swim rush towards me. I try to swim, but i just cant, my arms are heavy like it was chained onto a titanic. Three of them got me and started to pull off my limb and arms. I scream and started to cry, then its 4.30. 



Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Guys #FTW

To all girls out there, i would like you all to watch this video, seriously, stop calling guys douchebags just because youre the one that create em,


Ok, dah tengok video ni sila butthurt. Fookein win dude! Ur the hero, its awesome when you started talking bout the Batman thingy and how Colombus is just annoyed with his wife. 

p/s : 
i know, i know, u mad?

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Random Thoughts

I just have these random thoughts in my head for the few days:

“Not a soul wanna take what I’ve said gravely in a grave situation. What on earth blurted out is just another shaggy dog story to you. That is why I am trouncing behind the masquerade of a clown.”

“I am just a part timer”

“How can I have confidence when I am constantly rejected?”

“Replacing what I want into what you want doesn’t make me feel any better, but I can pretend”



Monday, October 31, 2011

#nowplaying

FML. I can't complain can't I? Its ok, all these songs shud be enough i guess..

We The Kings - Say You Like Me

American Mouth - Flightless Bird

Seabear - I Sing I Swim

Arctic Monkey - The Bakery

Creed - With Arms Wide Open

Pearl Jam - Last Kiss

Nirvana - Come As You Are

Evanescence - Lithium

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Reason



It was weird when you are silent for the whole night,now I know the reason:

"STUPID!" (its my ringtone for text)

*1 new message from Big Bully*

"Cause I wanted that moment to be engraved in memory. Looking at u sleep. Sitting in the erl next to you,holding ur hand. Watching the scenery outside."

p/s:-

stoopig laptop..WHY U NO GOOD?

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Warm Rain..

I hope whoever read this post will not judge me or making fun of me.


She asked me out, to have a date and study at the same time, my heart jump, I know it might not signify much, but to me, every moment with her is a moment I will cherish. So I rushed, but as I am on the way to meet her, it is already raining.

I am a poor lad, so I only have a bike as my focal transportation, I didn’t really care, so I just ride through the drizzly hours of darkness to meet her. I have been working out, so the lactic acid in my muscle is really excruciating, see in your mind's eye that there’s numerous number of spiky lump inside your muscle, I even need to put in a great effort to wear my shirt.

As I am riding in the rain, the meter reached nearly 130km/h, so imagine the speed of rain drops bombardment at your skin embossed with the pain in your muscle, it’s like thousands of mini rocket with the size of a pea shot at you with a minigun, its somehow unbearable, but it’s weird, because I hardly focus on my pain and in my head, all I think about is her.

The jiffy I saw her face, I was smiling, again. We went to the nearest mamak stall and opened our notes (I don’t have any notes in actual fact) and we (it is only me actually) managed to finish the assignment because she finished it earlier, and we discussed it later, that discussion really helped me in the class later.

Subsequently I wanted to start a conversation, but she wanted to study as she wanted to score for the next quiz and she didn’t wanna spend the weekend studying as she wanted to emjoy the time with her friends. I wanted to tell lots of story, what happened, but I put them into halt, I know I aint suppose to be selfish.

I wanted to tell her about how lots of things that happen, lots of story to be shared, but that night, I just shut my mouth out. It’s an awkward silence to me; imagine that you have a balloon that is inflated and ready to be let out..haha

Bla blab bla, the mamak stall is closing, so I have to send her home. Fookein mamak, closing so early, mamak stall should be 24/7 !

It is still raining, so we walked all the way through the rain. We play in the rain, like a child, kicking the puddle of water, jumping and splashing each other! God how I miss that.

And then, the magic moment happens, she hold my hand, its indescribable, it is soft, tender, and most important, it gave me a warmness feelings (i just cant find a perfect word to describe it). My hands didn’t sweat; it’s like accepting her hands with my heart. We walked, and walked, and I swear that I wish I can be in that moment forever.  

Rain. I used to hate rain so much. It reminds me lots of thing that I don’t wanted to remember. It’s like a “secret place” for me to cry my heart out because it will wipe my tears away.

But now it has changed, the rain who used to be so cold and sad, it is now giving me a smile, straight from my heart. I closed my eyes and opened it back; I know it’s not a dream.

I just wanted to thank her, for changing the rain from how it used to be into the new rain, I call it our rain moment (just shut the fakkap, I know its lametard but just bear with it lad)

The rain, it will never be the same again, maybe I will have to find another “secret place” of mine, and I am thinking about the shower (lulz)

p/s:
i know this time its pretty boring

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Kasut converse and Kasut bata

When I was going out with some of my friends, I wanted to go into a converse shop. I was so fascinated to a white converse shoe that looked so sophisticated yet classic. 

I was about to buy it and when I flipped the price tag, it costs two months of my money. And then abruptly from my back,


“eh, ni kasut sekolah aku dulu bad,kau nak beli kasut ni ke?”

I was silent for a while, and had bermonolog dalaman

“kasut dekat 2 rat ni hang cakap kasut sekolah, aku dulu kasut BATAK kot”

Yeah, one of this shoes can actually buy 8 similar shoes as mine. It didn’t end there;

“kasut ni dulu aku beli setiap tahun, tiap tahun beli kasut yang sama”

De Eff!!! U buy this shit every year for five years? wait, by adding another 6 years of primary school into that,ur actually wearing these freakin shoes for 11 years and aku Cuma mampu beli binatang harroom ni when I am already 21?

I was so envy to those who have richness beyond human expectation, its like they are living between the life of bruce wayne and uncle scrooge.

"one is diggin beetchah and the other is diggin munneh"


I wish I can give some filet mignon (I don’t even fookein know what kindda thing is that but I do know it is creakingly expensive!) but I can only give sate lembu satu cucuk to you.

I wanna write something longer but I cant really do that cause I don’t have my own laptop for the time being, so I will just put my idea into halt for a while..

Well the main question for this post is,
“Apa beza kasut converse dengan kasut bata?”

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Tell me if you are on the same boat


In a football game during PE, I was always the last one to be picked because I’m FAT and STUPID

Kalau main petang-petang dengan budak-budak taman, confirm they will chose me last.

“aku pilih mat”
“kau pilih hisyam”
“mana boleh,tadi osom tak kira, aku taknak hisyam team aku”
“sial la, aku pun taknak”

See that, they are even belligerent till their veins are out just because they don’t want me to be in their team. But whenever I am playing games, I will give my heart out, chasing the ball like a mad man running till my shirt is drenched with sweat and my breast(yeah i got boobies then coz im too fat) is throbbing as i lost my breath. But still, i cant contend with all those skinny kids, they don’t even have to show any hard work in chasing the ball. So i ended up giving up playing any sports, don’t blame me, if you yourself are constantly rejected you will give up in philanthropic efforts.

When I watch movie, I hardly imagine myself as the main character,

In Starwars, I’m the clone troopers, or maybe the fat one and the one that depart this life first slashed by the lightsabers.
In Harry Potter, I’m the dementor. I absorb the happiness of others, so that i can be happy, yeah i am fookein egocentric, i got hole in my heart did anyone of u give a fak?no right? So Shut The Fakkap!
In Power Rangers, i am not even one of the rangers, i am one of the balaci that will be shot to death at the commencement of the scene. The power rangers don’t even have to transform to kill me, i am THAT insignificant.

When people asks me about my dream, i will just reply that i dint have any

My mum used to asks that question a lot, but it will always ended up as a joke to her.

“hisyam nanti nak beli rumah yang macam mana?”
“rumah simple,luar kayu dalam batu”
“hahaha!tu bukan rumah, tu pondok,hisyam nak tinggal dalam pondok!”
“bukan mum,hisyam nak buat rumah yang...”
“hahaha!tengok anak abah yang sorang ni,ade ke nak tinggal kat dalam pondok?”

So if you asks me about my dream, be ready to hear bout em, and please, don’t joke bout it. Dream is the blueprint of the future life, its not a joke.
So guys, don’t talk to me about confidence suppression if you haven’t face any, mine might not be the worst, but still, its painful yo.


Saturday, September 17, 2011

Comments

Hari ni baru nak check kat comment section blog aku, and guess what, its the longest comment ive ever got. Thanks to Aya Sofia and midnight misery for the comment. So this post is gonna be solely bout the comment they are posting which i found interesting.
slm

" rasa cam discriminated"
paham perasaan awk..

juz klaz saya majoriti budak india, lecturer mostly import dari india..so yeaahh, diorg cakap tamil without thinking yg non-indian ni x terasa ke..?

no, im not racist, percayala..saya sindri mix chinese, nk racist amende..? hee..tapi bende2 camni yg kadang2 wat saya kecik ati....

diorg baek tu baek, pandai, lecturer pun suberb, tp B considered la kan..

mayB x sama mcm aper yg awk rasa, but da point here is being discriminated...

wsslm

ok, now next one is from midnight misery :

I agree yang some ustaz and ustazah have the tendency to discriminate kids. at my school, i was one of the bad kids, i did as many bad things as other kids, some even did more thatn me, but my ustazah said i was 'pelajar paling keras kepala dalam maktab ni' just cause i was always caught red-handed.

i'm always skeptical to ustazs and ustazahs. i think only seriously wise people can call themselves ustaz and ustazah. people who knew judging never brings good results, people who knew different people see the world in different way, people who not only learn religious studies, but is able to see Islam in everything the world offers, arts, aciences, maths etc.



btw, its in reply to my older post link

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Tak

"Tak"
........
hari ni aku rasa sangat fakkap dan aku malas nak bukak fb n tuitter..
hilang mood nak study or pi dengkil..
.......
aku layan lagu ni sampai esok pagi then baru sambung study ah..

p/s:-
lagu yang paling sesuai dengan mood aku sekarang

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Aku Tak Emo, Nak Kongsi Je


Baru-baru ni ada ustaz yang mengajar aku pengajian Islam, bukan aku tak suka subject ni, tapi aku ada certain phobia and skeptical mind kat diorang. Don’t blame me niggah, blame my past.

Bayangkan ustaz ni masuk2 kelas dah nak tanya sape budak skolah agama, sape belajar bahase arab, memang tak dapat la der. Pastu die pun pergi berdialog dalam bahasa arab dan men doakan kitorang supaya grow interest kat kelas die. Well the probs is ustaz, aku tak paham kau cakap pe, and I do feel discriminated.

#story 1

Dulu bukan tak pernah jadi benda macam ni, dulu time kat kolej pun, ustazah dok tanya sape dari sekolah agama, dapat pulak ada 4 orang, dah la sekolah sambest, plus sorang lagi tu tahfiz plak kan, memang kami-kami yang lain ni kena discriminate habis ah.

"kamu pergi haji pun saya tak percaya!"
“ape bukti kau ustazah tu discriminate bad?”
“aku nak story ah ni kejap la barua!”

Ok, bayangkan mase kelas, kami memang tak boleh keluarkan laptop masing-masing. Tapi bila salah sorang student “sekolah agama” ni mengeluarkan laptop beliau, aku pun tengok je ah, nak panas die member aku, so chillax je ah. Then aku pun keluarkan gak ah laptop, nak salin nota softcopy and google terus benda yg ustazah cakap sebab aku tau ilmu aku tak tinggi. Tiba-tiba;

“hisyam! Kamu ni memang tak boleh nak belajar elok2 ke?kelas agama je main2, kamu lagi pentingkan dunia dari akhirat ke?”
*aku pun bermonolog
“barua ape?aku google pasal benda ustazah cakap gak, pasepa fire aku?”
“lagi satu, ni barua sebelah aku ni dok chatting sampai ustazah nampak benda die chat boleh plak main chillax je?”

Dari situ aku dah syak something, memang kalau kau ilmu agam tak cukup, golongan agama ni akan pandang kau pakai kepala bontot.
Tapi bestfren aku time tu, merangkap classmate cakap jgn skeptical sangat, bagi chance sikit kat ustazah tu. Fine!

#story 2

Tak lama pastu, ada tawaran untuk kursus kahwin, aku time tu nak snagat pergi sebab nak tambah ilmu aku, sebab dalam kelas cakap benda ni macam taboo je.
So aku dengan bestie aku pun mengorak langkah menuju ke ustazah dengan yakin.

“ustazah, saya dengan faiz nak join kursus kahwin ni boleh?”
“kamu nak join?hafazan pun tak lepas nak kahwin?, takpela hisyam, dah penuh pun ni”
*aku jalan balik kelas dengan kepala tunduk bawah, kecewa

Then esoknya aku tanya member yang pergi, ade sorang member ni baru nak pi register kat ustazah, pergi office jumpa, then balik aku dengan confident cakap;

“mesti dah penuh dah kan?aku dah cakap dah”

Mamat tu dengan selamba badak sumbu  cakap camni;

“mana ada, aku register bawah slot ustazah tu elok je”

Aku diam, aku taknak benci ustazah, die bagi aku ilmu, tapi kenapa die pilih student camni? Layak ke die nak judge aku?


#story 3

Sekolah aku dulu mostly budak-budak yang amik bahasa arab, tak pun asal sekolah agama. Aku pun taktau kenap aku bleh dapat tawaran masuk situ.

So sekolah yang “cemerlang” ni kalau bagi hafazan ke, sekejap je diorang dah settle dah, aku yg dari sekolah harian ni terpancut-pancut gak ah baru dapat hafal.

Then ada satu hari ni, ustaz ni out of the blue tetibe je bagi 2 haours and surah untuk hafazan. Aku yang tak prepare ape-ape ni gelabah and nervous sampai peluh-peluh. So ditakdirkan yang aku ni tak habis hafal. 
Ustaz ni pun dengan selamba nya pi buat pengumuman depan kelas;

“Alhamdulillah semua orang di dalam kelas ni dapat menghabiskan ayat yang diberikan kepada mereka kecuali HISYAM”

Perasaan malu tu memang dah tak boleh nak bendung, aku rasa macam nak pindah sekolah pun ada, dah lah life kat sekolah tu macam hell, kena pulau sebab benda bodoh, member takdak, ni sekarang ustaz pun dah start cop aku.

Semenjak hari tu kalau time kelas agama je, die mesti tanya aku hafazan dah siap ke belum, tapi tanya aku macam nak bagitau satu kelas. Harom betoi!

"haizz, mana la nak letak muka ni"

#story 4

Dulu kalau korang semua pergi mengaji kecik-kecik, mesti lepas khatam je ade buat makan-makn ke, or sedekah sikit kat ustazah kan?

Well dulu family aku serius tak mampu, dah la dok umah sewa, makan pun cukup-cukup jek. Tapi bapak aku ada kesedaran, die taknak anak-anak die Al-Quran illiterate, so die pun pi hantar adik aku kat masjid ni coz ade ustazah yang nak mengajar.

Tapi aku pelik gak ah, every month ustazah ni mintak duit RM60, padahal mengajar tu seminggu sekali je, tu pun satu page. Takpela, bapak aku cakap yang lebih tu kite sedekah, sebab biasa bapak aku bagi 100.
Then bila sampai waktu adik aku dah khattam, ustazah ni pergi jumpa mak aku, then die mintak macam-macam, kain pelikat, kain batik, duit extra, and pulut untuk setiap murid lain and diri die sendiri. Mak aku yang pelik ni pun tak berapa setuju ah, dah la kitorang ni bukan golongan yang mampu sangat, nak pulak buat macam kenduri kesyukuran dah aku tengok.

Then ustazah ni pun ugut mak aku;

“Kalau puan tak buat semua ni, saya tak dapat jamin Azlan dapat teruskan dengan exam die nanti”

Hamboi!mentang-mentang adik aku dah nak upsr, kau boleh plak pergi ugut camtu kat mak aku? And macam mana kau tau mak aku convert? Mak aku yang terasa sikit ni pun story kat bapak aku;

“sebab mama ni muallaf dan taktau ape-ape die nak ambik kesempatan ke?”

Bapak aku dengan selamba tahi nyamuk (standard lelaki ah) reply;

“takpela mak, anggap tu sedekah je la”

Aku tak sure story ni korang faham ke tak, tapi aku tengok kat sini, bila orang tu rasa diri die lebih banyak ilmu dari orang lain, orang lain akan dipandang hina dan dimomok-momokkkan dengan pengetahuna agama nya.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

My Weakness?


Rather than scripting something smart, I think I wanted to rant something that skulk in my head for few the past days.

Yeah, I wanna write something stupid, problem?

I think starting from today, im gonna update my blog once in a week (hopefully im that consistent)
I have one big weakness that is I always think about others before I think about myself.
Well, genetically, I should be kiasu, selfish, and stingy as it is in my blood. But with people I care, I always think about them first.

Let’s say, when I was in a voyage or a vacation, these are the things that played in my head;

“Mak suka baju jenis ape ye?”
“Hasyim ni kalau beli baju ni agak-agak dia pakai tak eh?”
Or
“Kalau belikan HER benda ni agak2 dia suka ke?”

And when im back from a rip, I always ended up not buying anything for myself

Let’s take another example,

When I am in a train or LRT, I was always,ALWAYS auspicious to found a seat for myself, but the dilemma is, I have problem sitting on it. Why? Because I always think someone might needed the seat more than I do. In a business world, I might not even make it far.

My ancestors would be so disappointed in what ive become, that’s im pretty sure. A selfless attitude isn’t in my gene.  Btw, Chin Peng isn’t my fookein ancestors u bloke!

Sometimes people say that I am nerve-racking too much, or think too much. Yeah, maybe if I am alone, I can’t bring to a halt myself from thinking.
Some people says that I’m stupid by being thoughtful too much, well I admit that I might worry too much. But it’s not my purpose too, I didn’t be acquainted with why I was born this way (yeah gaga,I took your line, STFU)

But I dint ask no matter which in return, seriously. Sometimes, what I need is just a little gratitude or simple thanks. It wasn’t really hard; I can smile all day if I see people around me are smiling.

I always wanted to be like Snape, those who watched Harry Potter n the deathly Hallow part 2 and says that they liked him even before, you guys can Kiss my donkeh arse! When he was still the bad guy, nobody likes him; everyone is sooooo mad at him and hated him. U guys even made the lulz comic on him. And now, when he swiftly became the good guys, everybody started to likes him, what a beyatch! Booyah!

"i don't have problem you hating me bloke"


That is how people are, when they are the bad guy, you always see them only in one way despite taking the fact that they too have the second side of the story.
I too love the character Snape, not because of the fookein deathly hallows part 2, but long when the sorcerer stone is discovered, I knew he was good.

Same with fan of Shia Labeouf, everyone likes him when he started to become macho either in that stoopig Transformers, Eagle Eyes, or even Disturbia. Everyone suddenly wanna lick his hairy butt when he became a stars.

"People make mistake, but God didn't right?"


But I am a fan of him since he was still in that “Disney Age”. Ever heard bout the movies Tru Confessions? Its one of the archetypal movies that gave me the #manlytears

“tak pernah dengar pun?”
“memang la bijak, kau isap susu mak kau lagi kot!”

Ok, im kidding, maybe ur sucking the cow nipples already, back to the story, its about twin brother and sisters, where the brother can be portrayed as mentally confront. Naah, easeh, retarded. And the sister, well shes just normal. But having a retard brother aint easy, and if he is a twin of yours, times the whole life-sucks-hard thingy by 100!

That story actually assails me directly into the heart, because I too, used to feel so inferior and helpless. But no matter what, he taught me to be strong.

I have a twin brother, when were still in primary school, he is already actively involved in the story telling competition, public speaking, and many more things that needs you to speak in front of hundreds of audience. And me? Im just a stupig brother (stupid and fat like pig, get it?) so I was always substandard and mediocre in many ways, I was never the apple in my parents eyes, so when I grew up, I kindda expected myself to not be the apple in anyone eyes, though deep in me I hope to be appreciated, even a little.

p/s:-
Its getting late, need sahur, nite.