Fake Life...

Life is a fake.. But one thing tat I unable to fake is my emotion.. Once I hate someone or lost my trust on someone, I cant hide it... Am just not a good actor... I can only act in a porn movie which require less acting... Hmmm... Perhaps I shud learn... Learn to be hypocrites.. Which I think is easy cause am surrounded by them here... Fake my smile... Fake my laugh... Fake my walk.. Fake my thought.. Fake everything.. Am pretty sure, I'll be forever in the circle... But is it worth?

p/s: Some friendship are worth few hundred ringgit...

Ubat Gigi

Sekadar Gambar Hiasan

Tak lama dulu, satu Malaya kecoh dek surat/email berantai berkenaan kononnya satu household brand yang menggunakan tulang babi sebagai salah satu bahan utk menghasilkan produk mereka... As usual, org kita yg kuat melatah sebelum cecah umur yg sepatutnya, melatah la macam nenek tua... Sapa yang untung? Mereka dan keluarga mereka... Kini mereka dan keluarga mereka ini meletakkan pula sentimen Palestine lak dalam kempen pemasaran mereka... Usah bicara soal etika.. Janji fulus masuk....

So, Marketing 101.. Gunakan sentimen agama pada produk anda.. pasti ianya berjaya... Sekian..

First Monday of May...

It's Monday and here goes the same feeling again!
The feeling of having...
A Louis Vuitton bag,
A Gianfranco Ferre belt,
A Mont Blanc pen,
An Armani jeans,
A DKNY shirts,
A Bell and Ross watch,
A Calvin Klein underwear...

And all the above are fake!

Apabila insomnia melanda...

Belum tibanya waktu itu,
Dan aku masih terus terkebil-kebil,
Menunggu dan terus menunggu,
Saat itu belum jua ketemu.....

Pelbagai isyarat telah diutus,
Namun masih jua dipandang sepi,
Putus sudah harapan ini,
Alamat lebam la aku esok kat opis...

Wei Adzlan! Tido la! Dah pukul 3.30 pagi!!

The same old me....

Kick me..
 Punch me..
Kill me..
 And so, you feel better...

I'm down..
 I'm out..
and I'm dying..
 Begging you, I will not...

So, peel my skin...
  So, shave my head..
The real me that never gone...
  A castaway with plenty of joy...
On a sentimental journey of my own.. 
 

Invisible and a new born...

April 13th will never be the same again.. for me and my family at least... Iman is now a sista!!.. Yay! Congratz to me... hmmm... Isn't it sad when I got to congratulate myself as it seems no one is fucking care that am exists... arrgghhh.. Fuck it la... I shudn't give a fucking care... Am still in a celebrating mode...

To my lil' princess, Emily Jasmine Adzlan... Welcome to the world... Daddy promise to be a cool dad...

p/s: Wei.. Hutang wa, lu bila nak bayar la cibai... oppppsss... off topic...

Pocket of resistance...

Am expecting a napalm bomb... But wat I get was a missed grenade....

Ok la.. Am giving them the benefit of the doubt... Perhaps they really want me to excel by asking me to change... To conclude.. I'll make myself to believe it was a fruitful bashing.... at least for them la...

To be honest, wa expect more from them... Wa harap sangat diorg tembak wa front n back... But end up, it was a session where they want me to set a dateline for all the outstanding issues yg wa ada... n plus some tembakan ringan la... tu pon ngan pistol air... They dont even bother to ask samada wa sedar tak wa ada masalah or the root of masalah wa.... So, since diorg tak tanya, wa assume diorg tak berminat nak tau la... n isu utama cuma pasal keje wa tak siap, and tat's it.... On why wa decide tak nak siapkan keje tu, tak penting... hmmm... so paham la wa....

Nway, wa harap.. lepas nie wa akan kembali focus ngan keje wa... Wa akan make sure keje wa always tiptop... n janji wa kat diri wa sendiri... kalu nak blah pon dari department ni or company ni... make sure nama wa tak busuk.... Sekian...