Stopping the unstoppable has never been easy.

Diskusi Orang Malas

Baiklah para hadirin dan hadirat yang dihormati sekalian. Sekarang saya ingin meneruskan perbincangan kita pada hari ini dengan satu persoalan yang cukup panas saya kira dalam dunia penulisan. Ia bukanlah sesuatu perkara yang baru, tetapi ia cukup menarik untuk kita nilaikan dan beri perhatian yang sewajarnya. Lewat ini, lambakan karya memenuhi dunia para pembaca tegar - sama ada dalam bentuk penulisan penerbitan ataupun penulisan maya. Apa yang saya ingin fokuskan dalam diskusi hari ini adalah semestinya penulisan maya, kerana semua orang boleh menghasilkannya bukan? Jadi tanpa bertangguh lagi, saya persilakan tetamu jemputan kita yang pertama pada hari ni, Encik Faris Salman untuk membentangkan tajuk beliau. Dipersilakan.

"Garis pemisahan yang jelas dalam sesebuah karya maya: Antara kejujuran berkarya dan perhatian dunia pembaca."

My gf

Meet my gf.
Good friend, not girlfriend.
She has no name.
No, not the brand.
Name, or nick. Some kind like that.
When you love something and have passion in it, you tend to give name to it. Or is it just me?
Ok whatever it is, I am missing her very much.

Oopss, people say that looking at the picture of someone you love will make you missing that person more. It makes you lovesick.
But heck, this is something. Not someone. Can the same be applied here?
I don't know.
What I know is, I just miss her.
So much.

Ahh, people...I really want to post her picture here. But I don't like the way this old version of blogger manage the image. So, you guys have to imagine a little deeper of how she looks like.

What the hell is wrong with blogger? I can't put my pictures here!!!

Dreamy Days of Reunion-ing

Missing my bittersweet days during the schooling period with my best friends.
Haven't met them for such a long period now.
Wondering when all of us could have a proper meet up again.
A reunion party?
Heh, I skipped that one liao.
Another reunion will be scheduled on...hmm, somewhere before 2015? No?
Hope so.

Alright then, don't forget to bring your kids too.

"Distance really makes us miss somebody we love.
Or perhaps, makes us totally forget the ones who we used to love."

Fake

It's all fake.
Trust me, it's all fake.
This is fake. That is fake.
Those are fakes.
All are fakes.

Again, I want you to trust me and only me.
All of what you see, hear or feel in here are just a total fake.
Fake craps. Bullshits.
Got it?
So get your ass out of here.
Fake things are no good.