Tuesday, November 10, 2009


Sickening Parasites.
Hung on to me like that that itch after a long shower...

I don't work to cover your ass.
I don't earn to lay the pillow before your head.
& I don't trasure your shits and smiles.

Go On with your blood suckings... You will profited my bloody blessings.
I dont deal with trash & parasites...

I just don't dwell,

I don't lay out grins,
I'm just counting on your cents,
Pity on your senses.


Inside Secured Closure

November Incidences

Things Are Well with Hearts.
Things Are Well with Heatlh.
Things Are Quite Well with Past Months, Days & Hourly Events.

Up to this moment, the Joyride glides firm,
on matte surface,
and low easy going velocities.

*Velocities varies.


Last Resort for A Long Cold Night.
ReBooting Insanities.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Returned To Where You Dwell

To the center of the Universe.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Eyes Wide Open

Spreading bedsheets are not for me to lie down and sleep,
Dripping showers are not for my dry body to cools off,
Opened doors are not for peeping interiors.

Before the usual stepping forward,
there's always a trigonometric readings..
there's always an analytical seamings...
there's always some figures projecting.

Your eyes aren't looking,
If your head isn't thinking.

Your head wasn't thinking,
If you are still unsettled.

Friday, August 7, 2009

We Are On Track

No need to argue,
No need to be sad,
No point of enjoying the anger.

For all these dots in time and all the results were all so far from luck and co-incidents.

All are meant to be.
All are meant to work that way,
and all are meant to last that long.

For those all are the Jizz,
of the thing we did ate,
of the height that we climb,
of the thoughts we dwelled on,
the skin we are made in,
and of the road we chose to travel.

No need to argue,
no need to blame,
sit back and relax,
sit back & redha.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

I was busy

That week was long and strechy.
But in all the tense of work I found ease and planted heart at home.
Always hope that it could be slightly different.
Slightly more space for breathing.
Slightly more space for gazing.
Slightly rooms for improvements.
Slightly more of the insufficients,
and less of these singularity.

*Disturbed / Remoulded

One or two things that were drawn on the wall.
Two or three things that were seen in the drawings.
Three or four things that can be explain.
Five things to think back.

All the things were quite graphic and emotional.

For me it was weird. But nothing is unexplainable.

For me it was just my feelings, that were disturbed and re-moulded.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

* The Cranberries

Something has left my life,
And I don't know where it went to, ah, ha, ha.
Somebody caused me strife,
And it's not what I was seeking.

Didn't you see me, didn't you hear me?
Didn't you see me standing there, ah, ha, ha?
Why did you turn out the lights?
Did you know that I was sleeping?

Say a prayer for me,
Help me to feel the strenght, I did.
My identity, has it been taken?
Is my heart breakin' on me?

All my plans fell through my hands,
They fell through my hands on me.
All my dreams it suddenly seems,
It suddenly seems,
Empty, ehee..

Friday, June 26, 2009

The Waits

Either its too long or its too short.
It has to wait.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Fresh Air

Balik kampung trip's n reliefs.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Scarf Chace, Wacthes Watch & Stalking.

Was the right thing to do.
Adventure of the day.
Lucky brings luck.
Unlucky brought hope.

Friday 23rd May

Happy to White with you.
You were white.
You were right.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

His Triangulum Theory

He should be sorry for the fact he did,
became so bold and defy reality.
He should be silly for the words he spits,
becoming so akward and fooling all irony.
I can see the triangulum as theory,
Yes they did fits my word, Uneasy.

We all throw up.
We all threw you down.

So I just wander from this land,
Judging irony and fantasy.
For You are my crowned wisdom,
don,t fool your throne, with plain mercy's stupidity.


I din't counted the hours,
but it felt so long when we live it,
and it felt so short when i recalled it.

I din't know whether the stair rocks when we climb,
or we were holding on eachother, fright of falling or fright for the fear.

But i knew it was wholesome, wholemeal, and jolly good.
We were in it together, with it through after, and singing and laughter.

Apart of me, and part of you.

Dead & White Friday, 16th May

Blurry haze over the city.
But it was bright sunny.
Felt dreamy like the milky way.
And it was just my perfect day.

Heavy clingings flews away,
as i stood dead and acted blindly.

Happy to see u in white,
happy to feel u in white,
happy to White with you,
on Friday the 16th.

Monday, May 4, 2009

The Hands That Rocks The Water Tank

Its been long,
through summer, through winter,
fullfilling the tank..
high up, greater altitude.

Overwhelmed by the still of the spring.
To the point of it ripple's,
rippling by the breathe...

Was that probabbly the wind that blews..
Or was it just my feeling through.

That Hands

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Midnight Versus Shadow

Dark Nights are Shining Black,
Quiet Floor are Tiny Rumbles,
Cold Views are Grinning Sight.

Went back from a long day out,
Having that unpleasnt feeling upon returning home alone,
... to that statuette state,
imprisoned & negligences.

* * *

U came by suprise.
Where did you came from?
How did You found yourself cosy in here?

U acted like you were really at home.
U acted like we have known eachother.

& That was perfect.

A Perfect Midnight.

Versus Shadow

Friday, April 24, 2009


A better way to be Hanged - of the week.
Shove it in.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Proposal Play, Damansara*

Green, Hybrid, Energy Saving -Business-Residia.
In the making.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


Rerendering akward monomoments with pixels and index fingering actions.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Susan Boyle*

The most sensible moment of a Talent Show.
Warm marks on perceptions.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Tipsy On Stable Horizon, Sobering with Uncanny Insecurities

Why does my questions aren't answered while I'm done settled with it,
Why does my precautions being unoccupied and let loose,
Why does this field I'm running in filled with ease, yet with me trembling,
And why does this book is filled with surreal graphics,
That keeps me wondering,
& Keep on imagining...

Why do I?

Home For April

Home back home.
Quiet, still and singular.
We are back with colors on our hands,
rendering the affection wall... Less space, more intense.
Sets of reality mets and conjunct, to conclude the realm of reasons.
For why do I come back,
For where did I went,
Who I'd have met,
Road I've travelled,
& The person I am now.

Realise the beginnings of life,
The aim that matters the most.

Me, my family and my fonds.

The Unworthy Plans

Numbers of waiting were listed.
Numbers of hope were fantasied.
Through You I bear my calculations,
where the sums are my trusted destiny.

None came through,
neither did it stayed.
Through that I bear my assumptions,
as might that Unworthy Plans, worth unimplemented.

The Knowing*

Fair enough I have onced thought abouth that catastrophy to be that ironic and conclusive.



The most colorful events with unprecedented sensibilities.
The density of the high and low emotions are kept juggled within just the right intervals. Of course. Which really excites.
Apart from unbalance actings and the glimpse of artificialities in the tid bitses,(we humans are just that aren't we?) it was as remarkable as re-breathing that fresh air that you can only afford to remember.
As much close to real norms and stigmas, it was carried out as light as the general mass could relate and comfortably deep enough to make it heart-felt worthy without being that much heavy.
Sweet as usual, it is essentially a display of tales and times and a generous potraits of our new talents.
I manage to shed tears.
For so many reasons...
While screening, after watching, and through thinking about it.
For so many reasons.


Tuesday, April 7, 2009

38+1+4.5 Hours & The Hilltop Of The World

Most domestically experiences so far. Extended quality times and proper& descent nocturnal events.
Few pairs of movie tickets... pause, mute, cheeky flicks and heavy chills.
A visit to the marketplace for some sights of fresh fleshes and refrigerated meats on hot chopping blocks.

At times looking for a spot, nosing for the scent. It was so mild & close, nose to nose, grinning ear to ear.

Thanks for the fingers on my head & the love it punctured through,
the agony of the waits,
the eventual relieves upon the docking.

Monday, April 6, 2009

An Answer To My Call

Temporarily stops buying Lego Sets.
So this is my Blu-Nu toy. Hope it can store more than million thousands of your Words & Phrases in it.
As much as your visuals.

Nokia 5800

Terengganu Trip's Tripping Off Technology

*While It Still Working

Was minutes before the event, the last dryruns went all the wrong way. At all the right moments.
My laptop crashes minutes before the presentations but i stood steadily knowing Lord has a better plan along with these.

Event went well.
Laptop seems to be permanently broken.
And i can see in the distant future, a series of early sleeps.

A Wedding Day

March 29

Wishing A Good Old Wish for ever after endeavours.
A plain nice wedding reception on sunny day glittered with merry rainpour.
I wish you, your Mom and the whole family all the blessings.
Happy to see it all went well.
Proud to see you pull it through.
A Wedding Day.

Balqis of Idham & Family

Monday, March 23, 2009

*Nikki, Hawa

It was an ensemble of all the right tunes to my ear.
In this right time of the year.
And projecting along with it, is much more enjoyful.

* Personal takes:

Heard that Catchy Uh-Oh's but ain't a bad sign. Was as strong and even punchier.
I can see myself head nodding and throw myself some self-choreographs, and runs out of breath right after.
Afterall it is a girl's anthem,average bitchin' which is necessary.
Was fun, like a wake up song, after a dreamy sleep.

Cool edges.
This sets in my mood, right when it hits.
I just loves guitar driven vibes. It's refreshing to hear the drumbeats and crisp voices combines. It has a rock glitz with some cheeky twist.
Kinda sweet and raw. A quick sing a long.

Melodramatic. The emotions was thorough.
Im not a fan of ballads but this make a quick entry.
Can easily fit the mood, lyric was straight forward and it's just soothing.
Plain frank lyric and whisperings. Fun to sing along after a fun breakups.
My favourite vocals excerxise. It is. Not odd.

Furtado, Spears and the likes.
Colorful dynamics and i would put this on my earphones, while dancing in the club.
Would actually work.
It's a dark song with a twist of eerieness and sexy moves. Favourite.
Balanced arrangemened, after all I just want to hear the vocal to work the charm.
Im imagining a raunchy futuristic videos, with tight spandex and rainbow ponytails.

Slight country-esque, wasn't that appealing for the first time.
I skipped the play cos it was a night drive, just doesnt seems right.
But after a third play, i can almost sings out through.
Miraculous that i loved this, 'If I Were A Boy' is a close match, in term of the mood and the conscious level.
Nikki wrote this.

We see some selling points.
It was an absurd chic merge of classic ingredients for a modern day brunch recipe.
Hot tango-ish with chilling intervals. This is actually The Sounds that ive been searching, surfing, you-tubing for, and for Nikki to do this, it was essentially That Cherry On Top.
To hear an Italian singer to do this is just lame, but Nikki being able to pull such versatility is just admired.
U just want more of this.
I mean I do.

It doesn't sounds that Mariah. And if it was, it better be.
I just love the plain prayers, wishes and that eager of world peace.
Its just sounds so sinsere and made the song worth play. Catchy and dreamy.
Was on airplay just now, it's a sweet song u want to sing on rainy days.
Or when u are all alone overseeing the haze over the city skyline.
At times its just as sweet as Spice Girls 'Mama', to some extent.

This songs ties together the ballad mood for the whole album.
A tad bit like the previous one, this is strong but easy, manage to sing along, the slow part is as fun synching with the fast ones.
I wander what happens if there could be more falsetto vocals for that backups, that would add more of Nikki's punch into it.
What would make it that personal.
At this point, i am convinced, Its the voice that carries the job.

An everyday song, a unique everyday song, lyric was balanced poetic and direct.
Simple arrangement's made interesting with sincere words and bold delivery.
Don't know how others felt listening to it, like a classic r&b jazz or something. Attitude wise.

An english version of 1 .
Could have been even fun if they work out a total different lyric/ theme and delivery by this English version.
A totally different song with same arrangements would be nice.
Personally, let it be That good in Malay and translations felt a little seconder for me. I wonder if they come up with the English version first or versa.

Know where to find a true Classic in Malay?
Actually waiting for this since 1993. A very cool attempt indeed.
Breaking the wall of whatsoever.
Refreshingly an easy climax for me, and was worthy shot.
Short,precise and treasury valuable. It's like the only Oyster u gonna had in that Fine Dinner.
It was rather surreal, the projections sounds just bonechilling, no matter how they made it, but i wish for more of this. Come on.

Right after the frenzy deep intense moments in the previous, this flows in.
It doesnt went wrong.
I dont really know if someone else could pull and ooze this any better but it's just as breezy and sweet like the original score.
Tranqualizing smooth and the over statement One could make will be like "Finally im in Heaven".

Sunday, March 22, 2009

The 15.5 Hours

We won't blame chances for the shredding opportunities. Plans slips through our fingers & frozen dreams boils down.

Cultivate it, hibernate it in the few days.

Recompose, hard as rock & tough as time.

At Bella's

The Muffin's good,
The Music's good,
Through Masking this weekend with New Companies,
All being between the Wet Weather a& Warm Skin.

Thanks Bella. Happy Birthday.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

*Hedi Slimane

Would go from here, tomorrow's masquerade.

March 19th

Sparkling Elevation

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A RevelationS

It was 1994, another incomprehible path that i chose.
Structured for fertility.

Monday, March 16, 2009


Daylight & Fresh Air

Eye & Sight

A seater bench with a pair of handle bar, eye-level mag-rack and fireplace wood stacker.
Or just A Functional Friend.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

KL-Mersing-KL, 13th15th

The weekend package was fulfilling and great gracious. Travel fast and slow over days and nights of in-prompt-tu's with these happy guys, mutual individuals. It was all good fun and refreshing. Thanks for the time and chances to dwell in the event, and to remember. Things went to a new length and some visions went through new windows over new horizons.
Nevertheless, I just want to spend my seconds with you.

U Hit The Right Button & I Popped Out

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Only These

Thank Goodness there's a point of reference.
In fact, a few.
I can see them, touch and smell.
Or just wear this.

The closest i could get.
The best u could give.
For these days.

Monday, March 9, 2009

In Apple Green & Pink

First time. Dark. Sleepy. Quite affectionate.

Funny. Quite affectionate.

In Lungs Of The Village

Can't stop the smirking over the peasant view, inside, outside, in sights and the external sightings. I stare at my definition of peace and tranquility and he roars back like a kitten with his play-roaches.
Over wet days, and wet nights, there goes some of the awe moments, now past like that blink of our eyes.
I love the way it fitted in, the way he dwells along.