Kesedaran selepas bangun tidur

Assalamualaikum

Tanpa dirimu, Kesedaran yang sensasi
mimpi benar indah tapi tidak bisa direalisasi
walau hambar di awal usia meminta ia
tidak ku gentar mengejarmu sentiasa
wahai kesedaran yang ku pinta darimu
bukan mitsubishi walaupun subaru
biarpun mitsubishi evolution dan subaru amatlah kencang
ku sedar diriku manusia poket berlubang
mengapakah baru kini ku sedar tentang kebenaran
yang ku hanya seorang pelajar yang tertekan
pelbagi emosi menyelubungi hati dan minda ku
kemungkinan besar kematangan masih berbeku
pelajaran dan hubungan menjadi halangan
halangan buatku mengejar mimpi kayangan
adakah ia sesuatu yang harus dikejarku
apakah realiti yang harus diredhai ku?
mungkin benar kata mereka
mimpi bisa menjadi realiti belaka
apakah bisa dimaksudkan dengan racun?
atau boleh, jika ditafsirkan dengan bahasa indon
tapi cuma persepsiku sendiri yg boleh menafsir
tatkala kepalaku yang membiarkan ku berfikir
tertanya aku pada kepala ku, mengapa berpuisi
mungkin kerana blog ku sudah lama tak terisi
sibuk menjalankan tanggungjawab di kolej
tapi tidak sekali pernah ku lupa akan kalian
kesedaran semakin tajam selepas menghisap sebatang putih
batang pall mall mentol yang sekarang ku pilih
biarpun ia bisa membuatku mandul
hanya mindaku yang paling penting bagiku

kerna tanpa ia, ku bukan aku
dan tanpa kamu, wahai kesedaran, ku tidak disini

assalamualaikum

Hari ini, aku menyampah.

hmm..

despite the existence and availability of pragmatic advices on 'proper' ways to do things right online..
such as how to mod your car, how to write, how to blog, how to whatever..

people mod in different ways, people write in different ways etc..

this is what makes them them~ no? ^^

anyhow, no one reads this blog, not that i bother if they do, i'd love to speak out what i believe in..

yes, most, if not all written text composed by scholars and mostly done by ratiocinative humans are unobjectionable but limited to the fact that these are limited no more than subjective opinions.. despite being intensively researched or whatever.. it is still based on generalization and not abiding to the fact that humans are fucking different.

it may trigger some realization and induce improvements on the way we usually do things.. still we cant change who we are completely as we might loose everything we already have.. in my opinion, what we have today are based on our past mistakes, and not out of our perfections.. for if we are out of perfections, whats the point? what is there to tell?

so what if i want to be unique? maybe its a long life crave for a brook amongst friends and no longer treed by the community.. a childhood phobia..

Pen.. it got slightly more interesting..

i went to kinokuniya the other day in KLCC..
just being a good brother accompanying my annoying yet lovely lil sister buying her stationaries there..
kids nowadays.. dulu masa i was small, mana ada beli stationaries kat tempat-tempat macam tu.. it has always been the good old kedai runcit in Kampung Pandan..
Kinda reminded me when i was around 9 years old.. favourite thing to do then was mencuri stationaries at nearby bookstore in Kampung Pandan with one of my chinese friend.. god.. whats worst, it was in ramadhan.. thinking about it, that was the earliest peer pressure i ever experienced..

anyhow, my day got better when i was in kinokuniya.. i saw a pen that just might change my life.. the possibilities of how many scams i could do was euphoric.. it costs as much as a pack of today's sampoerna menthol 14..
imagine, a pen that could erased.. without the use of eternal chemical substances like common fountain pen uses nor the environmental friendly-nye liquid papers... which can be detected on cheques..

Behold.. the 'Ball FriXion' by Pilot..

(Picture.. ya that would be good.. wth can i get one?!)

yes, as the name suggest.. it rubs off due to friction.

possible use for awesomeness:
1. Offer to write a cheque with 'the awesome-pen' and alter what is necessary for your own benefit..
2. ....is there number two?

crap.. i just wasted a pack of cigarette..

Just imagine a really cool word for 'kawan'

i do at times wonder.. where the hell are my friends?
when i was young, despite being pushed around by the people i was close to, friends had always been the top in my priority list.. sad to say that then, family had always been second.
do note that it was in past tense..

then i realized, for those whom i refer to as 'the best friend' lasts not as long as just normal ones.
but i still do have a couple of best friends now.. been 8 years now..

but what happened to my childhood friend of kindergartens and primary school ones?

is it because that we spend too much time together then that it expires ? then again, it could be out of the fact that we constantly meet new people. but if we see it in natures perspective, whatever which moves slowly lasts longer. a good example would be the lifespan of a mosquito and a turtle..
mosquito-fast-dies in a week from takeoff; turtle-slow- lives for hundred of years..
can this concept apply to friendship? i mean, does it mean that if we see less of each other, well meet new people and loose them. If we see each other too often, we'll get sick of each other and may loose the friendship as well.. issit a norm for us to loose a friend every decade? or does maturity plays a factor? acting as a catalyst to increases the lifespan of friendships exponentially..
in theory, friends you meet later on in life last longer, given that the catalyst theory is correct.
god forbid, myself from getting a maturity growth defect. as i truly feel lonely.

'so close yet so far' factor does not imply in my case of friendship deficiency.. its just one is in Kelantan and the other one is in Sydney. literally far away.
coincidents? or is it a mere law of nature to drift us all apart? or just me away from everyone?

Maybe its a punishment from the almighty on myself for ever putting family second.
Guess the hikmah of it is that, i have never been so close to my family now than ever.

..or....
was it just a mere resort due to the deficiency of concern and understanding friends? that wouldn't be right either.. id like to think it in a way that i choose to be close to my friends. for making such options, my subconsciousness temporarily shuts of the friends around me..
finite possibility..

Give and take i suppose..
miss ya idz and amir.

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Bloggers Block..

Help.

French Kiss

well guys..

this world of ours is not as pretty as it seems..
as the title may give away a decent and awesome build-up story..
the fact of it is rather disturbing..

well, i was not looking around for a proper technique on it you see.. *cough*
but rather that i was doing some research for my presentation tomorrow in regards of French kissing and guess what? by French kissing, we are exposed to a grueling disease called spinal meningitis.. heard of it before? i sure haven't..

well... it could cause paralysis and even death.. scary? *cough again*
no, serious..

anyways..
i'll try to post any facts that i found interesting in the near future.

and oh yes, i am AWESOME!
cheerios!

aewansome!

hello all..

here i was again..
spending the seconds and minutes of my life sharing with all of you out there..

sharing what thy may ask..

well, the moment i seek for so long had finally came to me..

for whom that may concern.. you know who you are..


anyhow..
for those who know me.. i no longer belong the Monash Malaysia community.. despite the people that i use to know still remain as friends..
i now continued my journey to my blurry future with ADP in SEGi college..

For those who knew me in my Yellow satria it once evolved to the blue contrast..

For those who knew me by my blue satria.. it evolved again into the ultimate Championship White from Type-R suited up with Videsign front bumper and buddyclub rears and sideskirts.
still stock standard as remembered..

after all of the occasions that have occurred around me all this while since i was born, i finally realized one big thing about myself.. its not only what's in store in my pants..

but rather..

i am AWESOME!