Thursday, April 28, 2011

Story 65 Imargerine 11 Qwerty 61



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I'm gonna fight 'em all
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back < heh

And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette < and hot tea :)
And the message/feeling coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone < (Problem?) ;D

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell < HELL YEAH, MORON
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you < not me but something else
And that aint what you want to hear
But thats what I'll do < no. WE'll do.
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home < yawn and sleep?

I'm goin to Wichita < Hmmmpfftt?
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat/sweet drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think/sing no more < hihihihihihihihihihi :D 
And the stains coming from my BLOOD
Tell me go back home < and sleep. :D




Extra Cut Clip especially for some people:

From : Hantu Kak Limah


Awie: Teman udah bekerje beso. 
Awie: udah bekerje beso kat Singapo tu.
Awie: teman jadi SUPERVISA kat kilang elektronik tuh. heheh heh huh
Usop: Bukan SUPERVISA. "Supervisor"
Usop: Itulah pentingnya English Education (Problem? Epic Troll Face) ;D














You see, if human have shadows, words have them too. <3 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

This is why I love using free expensive traps, like this one :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kra1pzePv2o  hihihihihihihihihihi :D
 
Hey, to whomever that helped : Seriously and honestly, Thanks a lot.
Terima Kasih


and Why so serious? and Who the fuck cares?
pesanan simple (p/s) : dogs. its their job to bark.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

story 64

Let's talk about "story" today. About those that you heard, about those that you really see with your eyes, about those that you experienced or about someone else's.

Few years ago, a friend of mine, Hanafi had an accident while riding his motorcycle with another friend of mine, Zani in Melaka. The story went passed-by via sms within our community of close friends in our hometown. I went and asked a friend of mine "Weh biar betol Napi eksiden? terok ke tak weh?" and he said "terok bodoh. dia tercarap, muka terseret, badan dengan tangan memang mcm takyah cite la sebab baju korak rabak. Zani ok je takde pape". I asked another friend of mine "Eh terok gile Napi eksiden? Ape cerite?" and he replied "Gile engko, bawak 130 alih-alih langgar divider memang ah terok. aku dengo cite dia tersadai kat hospital pengsan jari patah".

Few days later, it's another friend of mine's turn to ask me about Hanafi's condition and I said simply something like this : "Dagu dia hilang muka terseret, badan patah riuk, dia tengah pengsan tak sedarkan diri kat hospital sana". Some friends of mine scratched their head, feeling sorry and some are kinda furious and wanted to go to Melaka asap but they cant since they got some job to do. But magically during the night, someone texted me saying "Weh Napi dah balik rumah makcik dia hanto". I rushed to his home with some friends of mine.

Everybody was shocked to see Napi, with just bloody-bandages and bloody-stitches. "Ni babi mane cerite dagu aku hilang, jari aku putus, aku koma tulang aku patah riuk?"-Napi. We stared at each other's eyes and start blaming each other with "Haaa die ni cite kat aku, bodoh", "Tak, ni pun aku denga cite daripada dia" and "Mana aku tau, aku cite ni pun sebab dia bagitau aku". And then Napi said "Haa tu la main sedap je hentam cerite macam-macam. Dah dah aku nak masuk jap letak barang, jap lagi kita pegi lepak warung ngeteh" with a laugh.

And this is another tragedy that happened during I was in the late Form 5 :

A friend of mine, Farid was rushing on his way riding a motorcycle to a restaurant in town to have a dinner with his family. And, things that you can expect sometimes, happened. A van hit him although he tried to evade the van, according to the witnesses there at that time. His motorcycle was very badly damaged, and Farid's head got smacked with his motorcycle's handle bar due to the sudden brake of the motorcycle. I even forgot what's the name of that physic law. Farid was badly injured and was sent to our hometown's hospital.

He was in coma for a week. I could remember clearly that his body has becoming a bit huge due to the fluid pipe channeling vitamins and food in the form of fluid going through inside his veins, because he was uncouncious and cant even eat. Let's just say, he was bloated with fluid. I could remember clearly too of the sound of his breath exhaling and inhaling using those pump machines and pipes. And then, at the end of the week, he died, because it was his destined time.
Few days later, I met a friend of my father which was one of arwah Farid's neighbour, and she said "E'eh Rafiq, haritu kan anak jiran makcik baru meninggal. Eksiden moto kat bando. Tu la lain kali jangan merempit". Hearing that, I made this -.- face and told her the truth.

Di kesempatan ini, meminta belas ehsan utk sedekahkan Al-Fatihah kepada roh dan jasad Muhammad Farid B Abdullah. Still, that depends on how you interpret.




Since I realise this blog has been widely spread and people making abstract impressions. So, what made you come to this blog?

Saturday, April 23, 2011

qwerty 60

since fog is the new sight and almost the same brightness as light, be careful of groping in the night

for when three quarters of full is not wide

trust us: this does make lense, sense, and tense

Friday, April 15, 2011

Imargerine 10

Since I am seriously out of mood, lets just not write a long karangan here. Or I will end up memaki-maki mcm haram. Taken somewhere from the net :

  Wide, doesnt it?

  
Thanks to Rob Sheridan. This reminds me of Cobain though.
 A cut-scene from The Lost World.

 I once drew Digimon characters in a boxed-Math book during primary school. At the age of 21 I get to see something like this.

 Ninjas cant catch you FTW

 This. seems. like. Ursa. Ahh I miss DotA.

 not a Guitarpro5.exe on-paper

 Toldya Deadpool was nowhere near this.
 Dont, please, you`ll fail being Hendrix.

 Eh I thought Norton sucks? Even I'm using a cracked Avira.

this what makes my psp wallpaper beautiful. :D

 
I saw 2 UFOs there. and the face of a man being stomped on in some posters. The face, I want to stomp very hard right now.

this is a serious hurr durr lost.



Used to trust this. But let's just stay in a herd of black sheep. Let's invite some white sheep too.

Deadpool. Having fun with yellow boxes.

 Some friends of mine fell of the chair after I showed this to them.

 Even i7 has BSoD.

Calming, doesnt it?

 About the Fibonacci Spiral, thanks to Roslinda Roslan. Numbers and shapes have never been so interesting.

 This made me laugh like hell.

Let's add the sound effect of "plup" here.
 "Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, and the existence of..... Google"




Who gets the clear picture? There is one. And let's leave all the judgements.

Story 62

Cheap tricks of setting up traps. That shows how desperate you are in trying to knock some people down in some way.

Still, umum :)

Thursday, April 14, 2011

qwerty 59

Lense, sense, and tense. It has been intense. In the middle of dense.

Let's dance hahah

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Imargerine 9 Qwerty 58 Story 61 zzz 15 CULM 2

Yeah. Based on the title, this is a COMBO.
The Strokes - Ize of the World




Just like your idol singer sings, sighs and whines. Sometimes you think you know what it means, sometimes you think what you thought is right. Should've done a reality checklists, first, about what is the truth and what is swine. I repeat, sometimes you think you know what it means, sometimes you think what you thought is right. But you know what, what's certain is that you`re just a Geli-Mat.

D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(inventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers)
 

"I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words." - copied from I Wrote This For You's title.



qwerty 57

A watermelon, so funny, it's skin looks like a repetitive stripes of Geli-Mat's jacket





I gave you a soap, but still you throw rubbish at me. Might as well reconsider giving you a soap or Clorox again later, once someone else are throwing you rubbish. Or, probably, I would just end up staring with my favourite smiley face.

Imargerine 8




Its funny how Jimi died in 1970 but he could still help someone talks in some way in 2011, by melodies from the guitar or by words. You can Google the lyric. Rest in peace, Jimmeh. But sorry Jimmeh, I`m not gonna send you any holy words and sentences from my religion, because its going to be wasteful and useless. Because I'd rather read Al-Fatihah untuk roh dan jasad kepada close people around me such as families and friends that have met death a little earlier, than us. Not forgetting, that I'd rather read Al-Fatihah untuk roh dan jasad to some ikhlas smiling faces, to family members such as my mom and dad, sisters, and also to myself. That depends, on how you interpret.

I knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, some latest posts lately have revolved around religion;

It's my blog. I can do what I want with it (a principle I learned from some cruel blog). *sambil tangan gaya Azwan Ali lemah lentok*

I am on crack and I blog. Yeah, life is pretty much, having fun, crackin up lately. Who am I to sigh, I'm a voodoo child.

Monday, April 11, 2011

finally story 60 hahah

Actually this is something I wish not to write, but let's just give some people what they want. lets just give them some reason to jump with joy.

Re-qwerty :

"Drown in things you cant see, is the same amount, of drowning in the sea.

and its finger lickin good."

Close people around atm have tirelessly wasted their salivas to say that "at some point in life, we'll lose some important people that have been through with you in life, some people that even you look up high to, some people that have been in your profile pictures, some people that have been glued to your desktop wallpaper, some people that have been through with you at a short terms of ups and downs. Stop fixing things what you dont break"

At first it was a real waste. And then, i dont know. It was as if, those saliva have slowly been collected into a cup and splashed into my face. And probably the saliva has been so corrosive, the pain has made me realise something.


It's the function of God giveth, God taketh. And remember, Allah the Almighty, it knows all from A to Z, from the starting beta process till the final launch, from the starting of the binary codes until the end of depletion of a machine.


And one more thing, who else have been my greatest stalker of all, other than my mom and my dad too, sometimes they went into my room, investigate on some things in my computer, secretly checking up on this blog and some of my other internet accounts, pictures, datas in my external harddisk, camera, and few things more. And as weird as I am, she is always smiling making a "peace" sign. While my father, blergh, he's just full with ego and not showing any emotions at all. After all, he's the original robot. And I bet, my mom is reading this while eating Ubi Getok. Us, Javanese family, has been a fan of Ubi Getok.

And again, my mom wanted some people to know that life is full of drama, we're the actors, and the stages always change, like stairs, i've told you about stairs, if i`m not mistaken. i'm just too lazy to check up on it. She reminded that to me too, but I laughed, but that doesnt mean I throw that from the palm of my hand.

I`m thanking both of them because they have always able to see me through as if some part of my body are invisible, whenever I returned home having bruises and scars settling some problems, whenever I went home heartbroken because of the past love problems, whenever I returned home trembling dealing with this alam-ghaib issues, whenever my shoes have been like a pool of blood because I kissed those jalan tar, whenever I'm stressful dealing with workloads and assignments and other affairs, while I have been doing my best to hide things. and the same thing happened too, to close pals, who noticed that something is wrong. I made a conclusion that "hanya jauhari mengenal manikam".

Jal, Ajwad, terima kasih. And some other names that have the same brain as them. Eh I forgot the most important name, Zack.

Since this really happened and i`m even too lazy to elaborate it, let me just copy and paste of the past : "God speaks in mysterious ways" and "He gets what he deserves, after being so humble"

no. "We get what we deserve, after being so humble"

Finally for the grand finale, I`m leaving you at the mask shop. And yeah, aku dah penat. :D

pleasure. hmm no. thanks too weh haha :]

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

story 59

So there's a rumor that Anooar has been in a secks recording. I found that as very interesting. So I went in search of the video. And found the cut clip, at least. I watched it three times.

The first time, I made this expression; =O

The second time, I made this; o_O

The third time, after checked all the details and stared at the man's face and posture, I'm really starting to believe that the man is really Anooar. He looks kinda cool with his actions too.

And then somewhere around 7.30 - 7.50 pm, I was preparing for my dinner when the tv was on. I watched the highlight of the news saying "crap crap crap crap" about the sensational porn of the ex-deputy prime minister. As soon as I'm about to turn the tv off, I watched a scene where Uan Ajijah and even her daughter, Nurul Ijjah, and some other faces smiled and laughed during a media session, I dunno, probably a media conference about that scandalous tape.

I sighed "nice bullshit".

Sunday, April 3, 2011

story 58

Terima kasih daun keladi. Stay bright. Dont keep your left eye blinking.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

story 57














ah now i get an after-effect of ideas within ideas. been busy working on a band project and i`ll try to show it up once i finished. everything sounded so silly and out of tune, though. and i would have to twist my brain to get those drops of something out of the box. after all, headache is one of my fave hobby.

these are notes in facebook that some are shown are some remain hidden. i`ll delete the originals and imma gonna keep this here for backups. till then. bye.

Friday, April 1, 2011

qwert 56

Potatoes, drifting on the sea of forgotten teardrops