Ini Blog Kurang Ajar

Goodbye. It`s been fun sharing these problems with all of you who read this. It`s been an honor to entertain some of you. And also its been an honor to muck certain names in this blog.

Selamat tinggal. Aku rasa amat seronok dapat berkongsi masalah bersama semua yang membaca ini semua. Dan mendapat kepuasan yang unik menghiburkan sesetengah pihak dan memaki orang-orang tertentu di dalam blog ini.

I dont know where you`re from, and who some of you are really. Maybe ended up here from some search engine due to some porn search or someone that was really close to me but who cares. This is just a piece of a jigsaw puzzle of mine. So today I wanted to close this book up.

I wanted to apologize for any inconvenience caused. Thanks for reading. Thanks to ibu ayah for reading too. Dont think that I cant trace that ;)

Thanks for friends that has always been supporting me from behind. Thanks for hitting my head and made me realize this and that.

Selamat Berpuasa dan Selamat Hari Raya. Selamat Hari Ulangtahun Perkahwinan, Selamat Harijadi yang ke __ (sila isi sendiri). Selamat Hari Deepavali, Selamat Tahun Baru Cina, Merry Christmas, Selamat Lahir, Selamat Pergi ke Rahmatullah, dan semoga selamat semuanya.

Till then, Goodbye. Salam. Sadaqallahul`azim. and Keep smiling.

She. Is, was, and always a beautiful women. That very month she was admitted to the hospital. She was pregnant for ? months. This is her first child. As told by the doctor that she would gave birth on that day, she`s willing to fight for her life to give another meat, a wide life. She tried her best to get him out but unfortunately, her son could not come out automatically. And she was half-coma by that time, when the doctor and the surgeon made the decision to cut open her stomach to get her child out safely, although this may risk her life.

There he goes. Most welcomed to the world like a blank pure white kain kafan. She made it. A boy, that was what she gets. But this boy was not crying like any other normal babies. He was mute for a while. Did not cry nor made any sound. That worries everyone around. Someone around him pinched him somewhere, and that changed the perception of everyone around that the baby was not mute. The baby started to cry. He did not know at that time, his mother fought greatly with death.

Welcomed by an of course sweet symphony and a good Qari tarannum voice of Azan by his father, he started to burden everyone around day by day.

Right now, that small kid is writing in this very rude blog with many dots of black ink on the kain kafan. And it has been 19 years of world manipulation that made him changed so much, not like he used to be 19/18/17/16/15/14/13/12/11/10/9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/1 years ago.

Happy birthday, Muhammad Rafiq B Md Kamal.
I hope you could control your anger, rudeness and mental. Never take off that smile face.
Become Rafiq, not Robot.

Taken from : Normah Bte Ujang, Auntie Pu Yong.

It`s 5:26 AM and I just went back from a really EMERGENCY case that made me went back to Muar. So today I made up my mind.

I drove to the Old Muar Bridge for a while. Alone. After reloading the car`s petrol with Ajim. And I threw your silver necklace that you gave me into the pitt darkness of the river. (Guess it`s cheap now)

At around 5:15/5:16 AM, I deleted 15 megabyte size, hidden pictures of you from my external hard disk. For good. (You`re getting uglier lately, allthough your face doesn't change a bit)

I rechecked my handphone. and again, I deleted tonnes of your sweet sour good night and wishes SMSes. also your "bual-bual kontol" or "bual-bual kosong" SMSes. and I smiled. I`ll miss your disturbing dirty jokes. (and I`ll miss the full page SMSes with swear words and insults that we sent to each other last few months)

Like you said, I could easily come and go from people`s life just like that. Spoof. I was amazed by my own self.

Sorry. I have many things to do rather than listening to your "hihihihi" childish giggly laugh. At first, it was cute. After a few (or maybe for a hundred) times listening to it, it was kinda annoying macam pontianak kena sawan babi. mati please, betina.

p/s: Oi kawan kawan. Rekomen kat aku awek sorang. Aku nak cari cinta sejati lah ni kononnya. Aku nak buat kahwin ni weihhhhhh. Hahaha. Desperate ni dohhhhh.

oh murah gila aku ni. hehe ;)

I wonder. If it was not because of you, would I change into someone new?.
Each of us has our own flaws and did mistakes. But we have did a big one.

I admit I was once a very good back-stabber, a very cunning thief, a dedicated actor, a very not-so-concerned about others, and a sneaky liar.
And you, were someone that I recognized as a very determined one, a big brother that would advice me if I did any mistake, a very good friend that would back me up in a fight, and a very nice talker.

We were also resembled as Doraemon and Nobita. Once.

But that very day proved your true colors, my friend.
Four years ago.

(satu perenggan telah dipotong sebab penuh makian kesat)

Your mistake wont prove any thing with all those lies you`ve created to cover them all up.
With those mistake, you have made another mistake. And I am glad you have made those mistake.

and I would want to say;
Thanks for your help.
Thanks for all the trouble caused.
Thanks for fighting with me like a true man.
Thanks for the light punches and those fluffy slaps on my face.
Thanks for the kick on my stomach.
Thanks for stomping my chest.
Thanks for making me bleed here and there.
Thanks for all those bruises and scars.
Thanks for fighting a kid twice time smaller size than you.

You should come here again now, and do those things to me, and I will just smile at you.
and I will be just fine.

I have no regrets. I have nothing to be sad about.
It`s allright to lose. I am content with losing.
I am even happier about losing that fight. I am content with losing.
At least, I am not like you who would come home crying and tell you parents if you lose in a fight.
At least, I am not like you who would be happy beating a small kid than fighting someone your own size.
At least, I am not like you who would spread good news and rumors of beating some silly small kid to others.

I didn't even fight back. I am what you may call as coward.
I didn't even fight back. Because I don't have the guts to harm someone that I have called as a "friend" or a "brother".
It was like a nightmare. Too good to be true.
But, losing in a fight is a fun thing to do sometimes.

Plainly, this is why I am so defensive and so rude.
So that others could accept me with what I am.
Not with what hipocrytical mask I`m wearing.
Not with "depan-depan muka baik, belakang ngumpat-ngumpat".

Four years have passed, and now I`m telling this story. As a friend. To another friend.

From you, I`ve learned many valuable lesson.

Wait. You called yourself as a "good friend"?. Think again lah.

Taktau pulak aku, yang mak kau mengajo kau cara berkawan macam tu. Hebat sial mak kau dan ajaran mak kau. HAHA.

-Robot.

sebenarnye bebelan ni aku simpan drpd bulan 3 la siut.lama siut simpan as draft.haha.

Secara tidak langsung, kau mungkin dapat perasan di antara keajaiban deria rasa.
Aku tak berani jamin lah kot, jika kau merasa perkara yang sama juga. Aku peduli apa.

Aku sering bersiar-siar di satu kawasan orang ramai, dan secara tiba-tiba aku terhidu satu bauan wangi atau haruman (bau ketiak silalah ketepikan). Bila terhidu bau tu, seolah-olah ada sixth sense, otak aku segera teringat segelintir orang yang aku kenal (family, kawan, or even ex'es) yang pernah memakai perfume yang sama seperti bau itu. Malah, kadangkala aku dapat teringat certain bau itu merupakan perfume yang pernah aku sendiri pakai ketika aku di zaman kanak-kanak atau zaman pra-matang dahulu.

Dan ini semua membuatkan aku kembali seketika ke masa lampau.

Bila aku drive kereta, sambil membuka radio. Dan apabila lagu "Sudirman - Hujan" atau mungkin "Candy - Akan Ku Tunggu" dan juga "Sheila On 7 - Sephia" berkumandang di udara, aku dapat teringat kembali, lagu-lagu itu merupakan lagu yang sering berkumandang di radio pagi-pagi buta ketika aku di dalam kereta, di dalam perjalanan untuk ke sekolah rendah menghadiri Perhimpunan Haram Pagi di mana cikgu disiplin berucap menegur disiplin murid-murid sedangkan zip seluar cikgu displin sendiri tidak bertutup .

Dan ini semua membuatkan aku kembali seketika ke masa lampau.



"You are a living camera as you capture every moment in your life and review some of the captured memories as you remembering things back in your mind. And, when you run out of battery, the camera will turn off itself"

Sebelum bateri aku abis, boleh kan kalao aku transfer data daripada memori kad aku kepada tempat simpanan yang lain? HAHA.

I dont know what to say, and I`m sorry for not giving any good reaction, because I could hardly show any reaction with this plastic face of mine. You should know I am no other but like you, a man that have no emotional expression and a cold hearted person, so I dont know what to say. but at least, all I could give was "terima kasih, ayah".

Of course we were like anjing dan kucing and of course I am the "anjing", you`re the "kucing". So I wanted to give a space in this stupid little idiotic blog for you, dad, to say:

HAHAHA.thanks to my "so and so" brain, I managed to make a sinister plan.AGAIN.

OK Flashback, time matrikulasi - Syed kene prank kaw-kaw.mula2 dia rasa terharu nak nanges sbb ramai2 masak mee maggi 10 bungkus dalam satu baldi makan ramai2.tp last2 dia benci aku sbb kene prank. Guess who was the master mind?.

Flashback UiTM - Shafiq kene prank sabun pencuci Daia dan Clorox masuk mata time birthday dia. I made an arrangement with SATU BATCH lelaki UiTM 2008-Second Intake. I guess these were just plain histories.

Again, with some other idiotic friends I made a prank out of them. I MISS YOU UITM PEOPLE LAH LAHNAT.


So as you knew, it`s Zack / Syed Muhammad Zaki`s birthday. Although the plan was corrupted and full with flaws, nasib baik Botak and Ajim ada untuk cover up balik. Botak was also the Master Mind of this Egg Fight. HAHA.

I am someone who rarely get a good night sleep. I sleep for maybe 6-7 hours per day unlike those of you that sleeps up to 8-10 hours a day.

SO, IT WAS SO HARD FOR ME TO GET A CHANCE FOR A DREAM OR EVEN A NIGHTMARE. NOR A WET DREAM OF COURSE.

THERE MUST ALWAYS BEEN A BIG BUTT "BUT" FROM ME.

BUTT, lately, I have been dreaming this weird dreams. if it comes for once, I had surely be glad to let it go and forget it. but I know I am still not so stupid in primary school math, and I am sure that it has been the fourth times. the fourth freaking weird times.

All of these dreams were showing every respective faces of my friend. Blurry but certain faces were clear to me.

The first time, they were A,B,C,D, on and on.
The second time, there were this F,G,H, and others.
The third times, K,L,M,N,O,P, etc etc.
The fourth were Q,W,E,R,T,Y and bla bla bla.

I dont know what it means but surely I have a trauma over it. I don't know why, but before this I have had this dream of signs. and it really affects my life. certain of the signs have taken a few people from my life, and it also have changed a certain spot of my life. and I am really scared.
For the first time, I am scared of dreams or should I call it as nightmares?. Funnayh.

I remembered during last year, I don't know exactly what happened and why but it was very disturbing. I dreamt of something which I had forgot it already, and then when I woke up, I realised that my cheeks were wet and full with tears. and my eyes were still crying as if I cannott control my body. WTF?. Am I crying in my sleep?.

I admit that I am a kid with a heart of stone and a hardheaded idiot. Someone like me that have this KLCC height of ego, have never cried over something even if it`s so painful.

I need some signs right now. I really need it.

My father once said this to me when I dreamt of my arwah grandfather taking me to somewhere peaceful in the dream recently after arwah died - "Tu la.tido tak basuh kaki.tu setan masuk mimpi".

A friend of mine, Buden, a 45 years old man that I considered him as my bapa angkat and practices these certain ilmu hitam and ilmu ghaib also said - "Benda yang namanye mimpi ni eh.dia ada pelbagai tafsiran.bende ni selalunya tunjuk benda yang kita tak nampak.kau kalau ada bela saka, kau boleh berbual-bual dengan saka kau dalam mimpi.dengan mimpi kau boleh jadi pawang ubat orang.tapi kalau kau ni, setan memang suka kat kau.die ajak kau joget-joget je tu".

Sometimes orang tua buden ni mmg babi.haha.

Sekali lagi kalau aku bermimpi macam ni, then I would be surely be scared to sleep or I would find some Ustaz to help me out. tu la. time susah baru tau nak jadik alim pegi jumpa Ustaz. -.-

What am I? Harry Potter?

Sebenarnya aku sangat berbangga dapat hidup dalam satu negara berkomuniti bilang-bilang satu dua tiga kaum walaupun aku kadang-kadang bersikap "mat rempit" atau "racer" atau "racist". Aku mengaku aku tidak mempunyai ramai rakan berbangsa Cina atau India, walaupun aku pernah cuba menjalinkan hubungan dengan seorang ahmoi yang tingginya 2 kali ganda daripada aku dan berkulit putih melepak, lawa macam haram akan tetapi sayangnya, perhubungan terputus di tengah jalan kerana dia pindah ke Sarawak. T_T

Berbalik kepada negara Malaysia. Aku bangga kerana mempunyai kemudahan prasarana dan infrastruktur yang indah dan maju di sana-sini walaupun di mana aku berada seperti di Muar, Sentul, mahupun di Jengka. Mungkin kerana wakil rakyat. Mungkin.

Aku juga bangga kerana perkhidmatan yang diberikan oleh syarikat perniagaan kepada pelanggannya yang amat bermutu dan berkesan.

Ini boleh dibuktikan dengan kisah hidup aku yang baru beli dan memakai CelComb Broadband yang teramat lembab macam haram babi. Aku berjaya selesai download cerita Harry Potter The Philosopher Stone dan cerita Avatar The Book of Fire yang bersaiz 500MB dalam masa 2 hari.Oh lajunya Astaghfirullahal`azim.Aku sayang CelComb.

Tidak ketinggalan juga kepada Maxis yang bermurah hati memblok SIM card aku pada minggu lepas selama sehari sampai aku kelam-kabut mencari PUK NUMBER LOCK CODE sedangkan aku tak tahu menahu apa salah dan dosa aku terhadap mereka.

Siaran Televisyen Astro juga telah mencari gaduh dengan aku pada 3 minggu lepas kerana memotong semua siaran televisyen ketika aku sedang menonton tepat klimaks cerita Titanic dan aku hampir ketawa di tepi sudut televisyen kerana terbayang wajah Leonardo DiCaprio mati kesejukkan.babi gila gay sial.








In Malaysia, we get 200 KILO bytes per sec if we use the 3.6 MEGA bytes per sec PACKAGE.
In Canada, you could get up to 500 KILO bytes per sec if you take the 1.2 MEGA bytes per sec PACKAGE.

1. Malaysian service providers dont know how to use calculator.

In Malaysia, they would restrain your outgoing calls and outgoing SMS without any further notice if you didn't pay the bills. For the post-paid user.
In New York, they would CALL YOU FIRST and tell you that they are going to cut their service and ask you to pay the bills.

2. Malaysian service providers have their own way to respect their users.Sedar-sedar je dah kena potong.LOL

In Malaysia, mamak penebar roti canai would lenyek-lenyek and perah-perah roti canai with no gloves while they`re sweating. Amazingly, these penebar roti canai are human. And they did go to the toilet too.
If you want to know about other countries, google please.

3. Malaysian people have good hygiene and an undeniably high taste in food.