Existence

How do we know we exist? How do we know we are not dreaming?

How do we we know that currently we are at where we are, doing the things that we are doing?

How can we tell that we are alive?

Let me tell you how.

Thru our feelings...

We know we exist when we feel something.

When we are angry, we can feels our ears burning, our heart thumping, blood rushing frantically to our head, activating the brain where our crazy senses is. Try then and provoke us, we'll fight...and we don't care, we don't care. We need to state our existence right then and we don't seems to care about consequences.

When we are happy, we feel our face smiling, we hear our heart singing, we feel our whole body lifting...floating in the air, we feel lite and we feel good. How can you explain that?

LOVE. You won't understand it if you haven't fall in love.Period.

Sadness make us more sensitive. Our heart wrenching in pain. Our veins twisting and turning, hurting every moves...we feel emptiness. Some cry, some feel numb and some do lose their will to live. Secluding oneself. We need to be alone, collecting our thoughts, making sense of the things that has happened. WHY? WHY? WHY? is usually the question. But trust me, don't be in that stage to much or it'll hurt you severely. Talk to someone, someone you trust, someone who you are comfortable with, let go all of your feelings...LET IT GO!!!

We need feelings to confirm our existence. Some will show it to others. Some will hide it...but in the end I guess all this won't matter cause we all be dead, dead and buried.

Tumpang sekaki

Ada orang dlm dunia ini aku perati suka sangat menumpang nama orang. Tak kira la abang, adik, ayah, mak, pak mak mertua, sepupu sepapat, jiran, tok cik, tuk su dan pelbagai2 lagilah.

Tujuan mereka... untuk nampak best, naknak kalau nama yang dia tumpang tu ada gelaran. Datuk ker, Tan Sri ker, penyanyi terkenal ker, artis ker atau apa2 lagi la yang boleh menonggekkan jubo sendiri.

Orang cam ni bila dia cakap, huihhh dia la paling best. Tak nengok dah kiri kanan, main langgar jer. Kalau kereta, kereta sepupu dia la paling beh. Kalau harta, mak bapak pak mak mertua dia la paling kaya.

Kalau taik, huihhhh taik dia la paling beh...HAHAHA

Aku nak bagitau korang yang mungkin ada perangai ni, hentikan la...sebab banyak mana pon kau tumpang, korang memang tak best. SEBAB ITU LA KAU TERPAKSA TUMPANG NAMA ORANG!!!

Ada Paham!!!?

Keropok

Aku ingat lagi kalau dulu balik pada sekolah singgah kat gerai jual keropok kat luar pagar sekolah. Minum air soya sambil makan keropok...huih sedappppp.

Masa tu keropok keping tu tebal, pastu cari yang keropok kepala. Letak dalam plastik, bubuh lada pencicah dia pastu biarkan selama beberapa minit. Nyum nyum.

Tapi keropok skang ni. Nipis nak mampus, kadang2 ada yang berlubang kat tengah2, boleh skodeng tembus sebelah kalau pegang dekat mata. Saperlah yang tetapkan saiz standard skang ni sebab kat mana2 aku pergi ketebalannya sama.

Bila mereka buat meeting? Sedar2 dah jadi standard digunapakai seluruh Malaysia.

Tokey Kepok A : Aku rasa kita boleh jadi kaya dengan menjual keropok

Tokey Kepok B : Aku nak kaya tapi macamana yer?

Tokey Kepok A : Senang saja. Kita order mesin pemotong laser. Ketepatan pemotongannya hingga ke 0.001mm...setiap pemotongan keropok lekor tersebut akan mempunyai ketebalan yang identical.

Tokey Kepok C : Aku ada kenal penjual mesin pemotong keropok laser dari Rusia

Tokey Kepok B : Ha! Kita potong ketebalannya mengikut nisbah 10:1 saiz sekarang

Tokey Kepok A, B dan C (serentak) : JADI SETIAP KEPING KITA UNTUNG 10 KALI GANDA! HIPHIP HORAY!!!

Huhuhu...nilah Konspirasi Keropok yang paling kejam. Jadi dengan sekuat suara marilah kita laungkan 3 kali sebelum tidur dan 3 kali lagi ketika bangkit tidur. Laungkan sekuat hati mu :-

KAMI MAHU SAIZ KEROPOK YANG DULU!!!

KAMI MAHU SAIZ KEROPOK YANG DULU!!!

KAMI MAHU SAIZ KEROPOK YANG DULU!!!

gudnite.

18 and life

By the group Skid Row. I remember buying the cassette. I was 18 then...wow, I'm 37 now but still feeling the same feels as I was then.

Guess that everybody is the same, the body may frail but the heart is stills, freezing in time that seems to move so fast. So many dreams, so many hopes and so many things that has yet to be done.

Some people may find a childish side in me annoying, some do look down on me, some seems to hope for me to grow up. What grow up? I'm happy as I am. I don't have to act in a certain manner to be respected, wearing a serious face, talking about this and that although nobody seems to be that interested to hear.

I've always met with this type of person and usually they are at the top levels. I often wonder how are they like when they are alone, or with their family. Are they that serious? Do they hold their fart or let it go? What do they wear at home? Maybe just kain pelikat, short pants or maybe they are in pyjamas, monkeying around... hehehe couldn't imagine myself in pyjamas . They are for wussy.

Maybe they are just putting an act when they are in the official environment, you know, thinking that they could garner respect that way...RESPECT MY ARSE!!!

Why do people act in a certain way to imply that they are in power, that they are the mature adult, that their thinking is the right thinking and that they are better I don't know, but I've come to accept the colours of life. They exist. Shit exist.

"Young at heart" goes the saying. And I guess everybody still feels young no matter how old they are, but that's just me guessing.

Citer bengong

TV9, kul 8.30 mlm, tiap2 hari Isnin sampai Khamis.

Tajuknya...

SUMPAH BUNIAN

Citer tu arrgghhhh...bangangnyerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Old Folks

You can do everything for them, listen to them, talk with them, try to understand them, feel for them, take care of them but alas all you can do is just hope for the best... just like everything else in life.

Cam tak cayer

Heh heh heh ada blog sendiri, betul ke ni? Cam tak cayer jer...

Perlu ke ada blog? Perlu ke citer, ada orang kisah ke? Pastu blog pesen camner yek? Album gambar? Isi semua gambar masa baby...adalah 2 keping, pastu isi gambar masa sekolah, masa main bola, gi dinner, gambar gi jalan2, naik kereta, gambar atas katil, atas kerusi, gambar kawin, gambar kat opis.

Tulis pasal Politik?...uwek nak muntah.

Citer selebriti? Hehehe...Hajar will be the best source. Citer XXX? Hahaha...sikit2 mungkin kena ada kot?

Citer pasal binatang? Pasal kucing atau anjing mati kena langgar tepi jalan, terburai usus terbeliak biji mata. Buat huraian kenapa best sangat tengok ."Fuyooo!!! Tengok tu, pecah kepala dia". Pastu ajak anak-anak tengok sekali.

Citer pasal opis, pasal kawan2 sekerja, pasal bos? Sedap jugak tu

Buat blog untuk niaga?...jual keropok ngan kerepek...hehehe

Banyaknya pilihan. Yang pasti kalau ada yang baca tulisan aku ni,Trimas.

Wow...posting pertama aku, kagumnya... kembang lubang idung aku