2nd chance? u burnt it

as far as i concerned... i have been monologue with myself to make this entry. monologue for many times.... dissatisfaction towards second chance. it hurts to make this blog, coz it's a false courage towards it. not face the music. but what the hell , u're not a saint either. u have your flaws. remember it's u who turn back on me, not me. then when u finally deceive by it. here come back to me , blaming me, for not being by your side. blaming me for spacing u from me. blaming me for even close with her and everyone. it's time for u to reconcile. to blame not to anyone but yourself,

true buddies never let down his friends.. no matter what his choice of life. no matter how ugly the choice. there's a way to solve it, not by that way. owh u not defending ur choice. how ashamed i am, have to wear mask to deny my choice. not forgetting bout ur theory. blaming others for not include u. remember back, it's not them who build wall first, is u. rejecting n neglecting the minor. i still remember how self-fish u r to blame me for not includes u during the event. how can i? while u busy wit ur busy life. ur still living in high school years, thinking everyone will take care of u, while u doing nothin.

blaming me for double standard. yeah i admitted it. but it's because i trust u can change rather than others who too cocky to be asked. but no.. u ignored it. it's time for you to think. whether u still jealous of it? coz u're always talk bout it. let bygone b bygone. have strength to face the music, rather than cockily text. what have you done for us is more important than what us can do for u. what have u do during our hardest time? living in fairy tail, that's 2009 story. let's get real.

Trickster Of Our Life.....

the Marvel have Loki, the God of Mischief. Terrorize the Marvel world with his tricks and lies. Don't be naive that all it will only happen in the comic world. It can also happen in the real world. Not that Loki will come out from the comic and claim apocalypse. Some of us.. destroy relationship with lies.... Corrupting people.. Make an alliance that will downgrade a person... the damn thing is because of the trickster two besties not together anymore.which side is the truth..

one side tell other thing , while one sides tell the other thing.. Still keep holding on? or U dun want to tell the truth...
huhuhu.. this is just a anecdote... short story b4 long ones.. Truthfully i've no idea what i blogging about.. Nuff Said...

love u guys...

Are U? or Are U not?

Hypocrite? What can we define it as? Well I do browse to the dictionary to know what the exactly the definition of it. So here it is: a person who pretends to have moral standard or opinion which she does not really have. Ok.... how bout poseur? It also define as the same meaning. Being what u not. I remember back on those days during my work as a busser at KFC, a assistant trainee once told me that at some point people will become a hypocrite. They will not noticed it, but the do hypocrite. Being what they not. easy for us to say that how much hatred u put on people that is hypocrite... But how foolish enough of u , not noticing that u'll be hypocrite. I'm a hypocrite, yeah i do. I do also stated that how i hate hypocrite scum. But the ugly truth is.. People will hypocrite. U may not agree wit me, hey it's the life. U have to observe to tell, and that's what i do...

For me.. Being hypocrite is to adapt ourselves in a new environment. New place, far from home and no frens.. Like while i'm at dungun. No fren. My hypocrite style, to be a serious person. Build walls around me, confined the relationship between frens. and Shut my internal behavior. being what i'm not. But that's because i dun feel lyke expressing myself to the new era. HUHUHUH seriously, even if i cursed back on those days, people will shocked, it's like wonders of the world. On the other side, my hypocritism do manage to make me to play many role. U'll never imagine what i've gone through. Accepting a Damned Beliefs. huhuhuhu. but no.. Islam still my faith, Allah is still and alway my Al-Mighty. Dun get me wrong guys, I'm still a muslim. And then after a long time of my hypocritism, it become a skill. A skill to handle person. To handle Problem. Answered wit confidence. Solve the problem spontaneously. So what's wrong with that? We have to play it right... Not being hypocrite and being hated by the people. Some called wearing a mask, i called acting, but the truth is, it is called hypocrite.

Ok that's about me, how bout people around me? A person who promise the children for their blessing but then ignore them? A child who against the parents, but when there's a fame, the child change? A so called role model behind them? The silent killer? Grudge keeper? Pathetic Loser? Annoying bad boy? Desperate Money Hunter? Poser!!! These are the example of stories of hypocritsm around me... Well some of many... I can't recall it. A story just from me.. One person.. Imagine a hundred person? How many hypocritism storie they noe? how many hypocrite person they encounter?

well that's all from me...For the hypocrite case..huhuhuhu

Love u guys

I hate Hypocrite!!

The day it struck me....... right at my head...

It's saturday morning, well not so morning as it 12 o'clock in the afternoon.. I woke up and rolling on my bed. I went o the bathroom to bathe and brush my teeth. Then i'm off to training. I got motorcycle training then took my passport photo for my resume'. Then i got ready with the main event of the day. I got alumni league match up with STAROBA. Prepare my boots, socks n even my towel.

I waited for Lutfi, then along he came rushing with his MyVi. we got our ass out to the Utara Field. The MCoBA attendance were so low as many of us still stucked at the traffic, but we still managed to begin the game with 15 player on our side. I played n played till it's the last play of the first half. Not knowing that it will be the last play for me for the day. It was at the lineout. The ball were thrown and they got it. Pushing forward to reach the try line, but end up with a ruck... I secure the ruck, but unfortunately i fell and the best part was a knee struck at my head and i heard a strea m of blood rushing pass my ear. At first i thought it may be an internal bleeding but no. It torn my head. Shithead.

Then i was headed to the side of the field waiting for the officials to make an action, but no action done. Instead the coach of the MSSS came to me with an ice bucket to clean the wound. After that, one of my collegue decided to send me to hospital, so we headed to University Malaya Medical Centre. the shithead of the hospital was... i was in the emergency department end up i had to go back n forth to see the doctoor before i can even had my head sewn. first my name was called, i go for blood pressure n tetanus toxide. then for x-ray lastly to get stitch. it takes me ywo hour of emergency welfare.

How does it feel to have needle and wire stitch on your head? will it be painful? that was the question surround me as I leaned on the ward bed. Will it be as terrible as the SAW movies? Will they shaved my hair. Well it's not that terrified when they had gave you penicilin. not felt anything, just a lil' bit sting and blood driping from your head. But the rest was ok. huhuhuhu

love your head, never lose' em

Our faith to Him

It really question me?? Am I a true muslim? On what the wrong doing I've done. The sin I commited. The forbidden thing that i'm used to do. the faith that seems to be fading time by time. Thinking of makes my skin crawl.... Crawling as i'm not worthy to live on the earth. We r the slave, the faithful slave of the Al-mighty Allah.. it all started when i watched KArak Highway...

What is the story about? A story about a group of university student overnight to kl and on their way to kuantan as they will attending class the next morning. But do they managed to get there on time or did they manage to reach there? the story begins with the urban legend that i also heard during my schooling days. A dad searching for help, a mom comforting her crying son. After a long hours of waiting, the mom disturbed by the radio. The radio frequency changes disruptively. Then she heard a 'bang' on the roof.

"What could that be?" she wondered.

She glanced at the side mirror, a white figure passing through. Then came along a police car. After a far distance, the police got out from their vehicle and warned the women.

"Ma'am, get out from the vehicle and don't ever turn around." the police warned

But to make it a story, the woman eventually turn around and see her husband eaten by pontianak. the malay version of vampire. I would like to tell all bout the movie , but that will end up me writng a novel. i point a few points that really cool. First, is when the protagonist, Zura, was religious gurl,Qriah then have her faith gone wrong, encounter the pontianak. She was terrified, terribly afraid. Yeah for sure, if i encounter with a ghost, either silent, scream or if i lucky pass out. Ok back to it, the the pontianak asked her.

"eyh, faithful gurl like you afraid of me"
"eyh, org beriman pon takowt"

it really struck me.... If you have faith in Allah , you'll never afraid of any creature of His creation. Why should we afraid of ghost..... Weak will...

Then there a scene, where Tok Malam, a aborigine living nearby their crash site, tell her..

"You people know Ayat Kursi, but does not know the meaning , does not apply it"

huhuhuh that sentences make my ears burn. i do not know what i say during pray. Just say it from the begining never have faith. it really change my perspective, on everything in life. Back to where i started. Bit afraid as i'll be be Karak Highway.....

ok then guys n girls
love you'all

tired...

penatnyer.... i'll blog tommorrow

legacy

oh God, Ya Allah,,,

it's been a long time since i blog... February 7th to be exact the last blog i wrote... missing those time where i kept my mouth shut and let the word spread by itself, a time where harmony as it at home's harmony around us... huhuhuhu but not now. i can't let my blog life gone. i'll be end up being a guy with silly english. why does it happen? how my interest on blog vanished? gone in split second? let me talk bout it...

it may cause by the dysfunctional laptop of mine. fell from faris's bike then bye2 to my trusty laptop. or is it because the busy-ness of me? of just me. i'm lazy to update with it? sure i have plenty of story to tell. many in my head , waiting to be type into the blog. i just need the old enviroment, where i can blog anywhere i can. the mood. the sence of journalism,criticsm n whatsoever.

think bout those days where i'm able to blog in the middle of dungun waiting to breakfast. isn't it take a lot of commitment? on the blog itself. if it not by my collegue , i would never feel the sensation of typing what the mind thought. She asked me to make report (which i'm over the deadline sorrie) that time i sat on the seat at Worm cyberstation. as i'm ready to click on the message, i noticed that i left my draft paper in the car... then i just let it go, n type it what i noe.. then it come to this moment... typing a new post, a new entry for my ressurection of mukrisrahimyahaya's blog life. mark my words. One Blog, Each day. the story of my life. The my side of story. My view on the incident.

I miss the old days....