hahaha..haprak

video senget mana boleh edit.
masa nak shoot tak pikir dulu..
kan dah padan muka.


p/s : aku nak jadi budak filem..lagi sekali.



Apa yang saya makan hari-hari

Pukul 7 pagi lagi perut dah sibuk mintak makanan.. So, encik kekanda pun diajak ke Rahmath Bistro untuk mencari sehelai dua sarapan. Jadi hampir setiap hari yang aku makan ialah mi megi yang digoreng oleh mamak (megi goreng mamak). Ianya sungguh selamat untuk dimakan, tanpa perisa tambahan (MSG) juga enak.. Kalau aku pergi makan kat Syed seksyen tiga tu pun aku cari megi goreng mamak juga.. Mungkin kalau korang x-ray dalam perut aku, korang akan nampak banyak fosil megi goreng..

*Tap tap tap.. (Berlalu pergi..)

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Ramadhan Kali Ini


(hingar bingar itu, membangkitkan aku

yang sedikit-sedikit sudahpun hilang ditelan keramaian)


sana sini

berbondong-bondong orang berborong

membeli juadah berbuka

layaknya seperti setahun

tak makan dan minum.

aku..dia..

terpegun seketika

kocek berhabuk itu ku seluk,

yang ada cuma not sepuluh..

cukup buat mengisi perut.

sesudah berlapar,

menjalani ibadah yang dituntut


di atas meja

beralaskan plastik rona merah berbunga

cuma ada

dua jenis kuih, dua gelas air berperisa

syukur Tuhan..

kepada rezeki yang Kau beri

ini lebih dari mencukupi.

kerana kami

makan untuk hidup,

bukan makan untuk mati.


awal pagi ramadhan ke sepuluh

puncak perdana 2010

Talking rubbish..


Mode : my habit, tend to speak to the wall..

 Sometimes, we just don't realize how we've hurt someone else.. Because there is no actual guide to take care of somebody's heart.. What we can do is think, before we shout something out of our damn gorgeous mouth.. It is not hard, we just have to use our brain.. But for whom whose brain are useless, my million dollar words here mean nothing..

P/s : Okay.. This has nothing to do with anyone out there but only my endless 'i-feel-bored' babbling.. Please take note that i'm having an ugly PMS here... Ciao..^^




Till the day we meet again


From the last poem
which i have wrote in the sweet scent of summer..

These will never last,
our loneliness..
While sitting under a tree,
in a heavy downpour,
with an umbrella on me other hand..
from here i write a new one..

To the days when
we walk together
while holding each other hands..
Laughing violently
over each of funny thing we have seen.
Thus
our body are now thousands miles apart,
our heart seems to be not.

Remembering the days,
for now i have lose my warmth..
i am lying on the floor
without any feelings
only cold.
in this winter of sorrow,
without that other part of mine.

Yes,
i shall keep it as promised..
To keep walking and not stop by,
any road or street as i walk by..
Until the day we shall meet again.


03:11:45
Wednesday 9th|June|2010
Wednesday 30th |June|2010
it's a sudden

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