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Cinta Cinta Ku
Ditulis Saiful.

aku cinta kamu,
ini saya punya lagu
untuk anda baby
kamu special lady!

saya mahu kamu sekarang
siapa akan kacau kamu
saya attack mereka dengan parang
saya cinta kamu, jangan malu

eh, eh, oh, oh
cinta cinta ku
cinta cinta mu
jangan ganggu
tak mau tunggu
eh, eh, oh, oh
cinta cinta mu!

tada laut terlalu besar
tada negara terlalu far
untuk cintahan aku
seperti paku

yeah dengar apa saya cakap
cinta saya seperti kicap
saya cintu kamu baby
kamu special lady

Now kita ada masa
love kita mesti dijaga
hey kuching kechil dengar saya
love saya akan berjaya
AMBIL ITU!!! OW!
eh, eh, oh, oh
cinta cinta ku
cinta cinta mu
jangan ganggu
tak mau tunggu
eh, eh, oh, oh
cinta cinta mu!

eh, eh, oh, oh
cinta cinta ku
cinta cinta mu
jangan ganggu
tak mau tunggu
eh, eh, oh, oh
cinta cinta mu!

eh, eh, oh, oh
cinta cinta ku
cinta cinta mu
jangan ganggu
tak mau tunggu
eh, eh, oh, oh
cinta cinta mu!

 

Changes

It’s time for changes.

I will change from now. I am never gonna let myself feel like this again. Never ever need to go down that road.

Goodbye feelings.

Screw Up

Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, everything fucks up. Everything gets screwed. Then you wonder why you do the things you do. You wonder what’s the point of everything and it brings you back to those lonely dark nights when your pillow was your best friend, soaking up all the pain you oozed out. You don’t want to go there but you got on the wrong bus. Kicking and pulling and struggling and crying and shouting till your lungs give in, you try to escape but everything closes in on you. Life is suffocating you and everything is falling apart but all you can think about is the one piece in the puzzle that might have changed everything. If only you had the smarts. If only you had the guts. If only you weren’t such a foolish sentimental loser who ends up stabbing himself all the time. And you know very well, while you are crumbling, that there are people watching in delight. They can’t wait to see you destroyed because when you were strong you were too selfish, too proud, too much of a complete prat to help them. And now that the roles have changed, now that life is turning upside down, all they wanna do is sit down and laugh at you. And you just let them. Because you are dead.

Late Night, Early Morning Ramblings

Dear Whom It May Concern,

I think I am Lionel Richie. Everytime I answer the phone, I have this urge to sing,”Hello, is it me you’re looking for!” Then again sometimes I feel like Stevie Nicks. And at times I feel like Michael Jackson. Then I try to moonwalk and realize I can’t.

You (if such a person exists) might wonder what drives a normally sane person like myself to blog about such rubbish at nearly three in the morning. Well to you, I (if such a person exists) might answer that perhaps YOU are mistaken about I being sane. Hah!

Well truth be told, I feel like a white winged dove. Ooh baby ooh… said oooh! HAH! HEH! HOH! I feel like prancing. Do you know what prancing is, dearest reader??? It’s to walk like John Travolta, to strut. Only not as sexy. I prance. You glance. We giggle like schoolgirls. Then I fly. Into the moon and spend the rest of my life there with Pink Floyd.

Sings a song sounds like she’s singing ooh baby ooh… said oooooooh!!!

Oh where was I? I was talking about Chu Hon I think. Hornikuchi churigami! HAH! HON! HEH! I tell you misterman, I tell you, I am standing in the hall of halls. Yes, i am. But the question is where are you standing? HAH? WHERE?

I can see the moon from where i am now. Its not quite full but still rather pretty. Oh and its really bright outside. Must be the moon’s effect. Ah well life is a mushroom. I like mushrooms. Thus I like life. You know slice the mushrooms up and sautee ‘em with onions and add shredded carrots later. Then take this mixture and lay it out on a wrap. Put some cubed chicken there. And some lettuce and tomatos and don’t forget cheese! HEAT THE WHOLE DAMN THING IN THE OVEN! Dont burn it. Then get some mustard and honey and lay it around nicely. Wrap up the wrap and you get saiful’s famous chicken wraperito. HAH! THAT’S A BIT OF LIFE FOR YOU!

Ooh baby ooh.

It’s 3 minutes past 3 in the bloody morning now. WOW! WOWEEE!

Now i am depressed cos i was thinking upsetting things. Now I am gonna sleep cos I am suddenly quite sad. I lost my mind around 1 am for the record. AND LET THE RECORD SHOW, I DID IT MY WAY!!!! HAH! HEH! HOH!. I am gonna sleep now and sleep shall overtake me and I shall undertake it.

Goodnight.

Love,
Saiful Saleem

PS: I am Lionel Richie.

Day 1

Day one has been tiring. I went for an audition for some future channel five show at 430. Did reasonably well, I think. I really hope I get a role on it as it would be a bloody big break for me. But hey who knows whats gonna happen.

Anyway, after the drama at the auditions, I met Chu Hon and Choon How at ghim moh, where choon how cut his hair and me and chu ate the famous mixed rice at GM. Then we parted ways with tears in our eyes and promised to meet each other soon again.

Chu Hon: Stupid Lah!

Saiful: It’s true, you were crying. I saw tears!

Chu Hon: It was raining…

Aside from all that drama, I miss kitten a lot and I feel like a fool right now. I remember someone once saying that if you really feel like a fool then it’s probably because you are one. Ah well, life is butterfly. And death is a butterfly net.

12 AM

It’s 12 AM, and I am writing this during half time of the Man U-Arsenal clash. On the backdrop of such a momentous fixture, I realize that I have some issues. More than the typical magazine can boast. And less humour than the typical magazine usually contains, as you can see.

I have got a song in my head and I don’t even know how the lyrics go, although I have been listening to it for the past few hours. Never thought a song could make me cry but it’s not just a song. It’s so much more than melody, more than just a bunch of verses. It’s something I don’t comprehend.

Ah well, me and my mixed emotions must go now. The second half beckons. Oh isn’t life is a football match? For me I’m still in the 1st minute but it feels like stoppage time, losing 4-0 to Derby. Well, that’s me.

Breaking News: Chu Hon has an affair with a barber!!!

The Proof:

Chu Hon and his BarberLover!

What does Chu have to say about this?

“Stupid la…” That’s what!

Yes I know I am being lame but hey that’s how it is. Pffffftt

Dreamer Boy

Dreaming kills but it’s the only thing left.

The Dreamer Boy caught my heart,
When it was speeding like a dart,
In the palms of his soft hands.
He calmed this angry soul,
With his spirit so gold.

And in his pure untainted eyes,
Untouched by worldly lies,
I found sacred joy.
Oh, in this enchanted boy,
I saw the whole world.

He is the only temple I need
I am the only follower he heeds.
He is the truth I seek,
I am the words he speaks.

But what’s the Dreamer Boy to do?
When the sky so blue,
Fades and turns gray?
What does he do on that day?

Does he stop dreaming,
Or continue with his imaginings?
Does he stop trying,
And start crying?

The skies are bright and clear,
But I can still feel the rain.
There’s still so much fear.
And, oh, so much pain.

The Dreamer Boy is an oasis,
In this desert.
He offers pure bliss,
To those who hurt.

Yes, he caught my heart,
Speeding like a dart.

Blah!

Everything seems like a waste of time these days. Blogging right now at 4 30 in the morning seems like a waste of time, and so would not blogging at 4 30 in the morning. I hardly even know what I am saying right now. I was actually wondering what if, what if I am not myself? What if I have not been myself for the past 18 years? What if myself is yet to emerge from this sorry excuse of a human personality? Gasp! Who am I?

And then again it doesnt really matter cos at the end of it all I know I am just talking rubbish. Cos thats what I do. Thats my speciality, my hobby, my life long job and its the only thing I am really good at. And somehow I feel I shouldnt be proud of that. But hey I am. Look at me – the professional nonsense monger!

I really am mad. But its not my fault.

If I start blaming myself now, I’d have to start blaming myself for everything else and then that’d be it! The end. Hah! Hoh! I don’t even know what I am saying. My lord, what am I saying? FUCK I pulled one of those goddamned muscles in my right arm watching tv just now and now i am hurting. I AM HURTING! and its not just the muscle. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love is in the air!

I am in love. So blissfully and unimaginably in love, and it feels so pure and untainted by worldly desires. Never before have two hearts ever been so closely united and melted into each other. Never before have my lips tasted such sweetness. Never have feet danced in unison with the beating of my heart. Never have I ever been so in love, as I am now. Judgemental people might scorn and prejudiced minds might hate, but this is purer than water, thicker than blood, sweeter than honey, more beautiful than a thousand angels, lovelier than the loveliest lovers can imagine. Long sweet lyrical prose cannot even began to touch the surface of this true love of mine.

Even the heavens cannot help but sigh at the littlest fluttering of my heart. Such love, such passion, such desire, such magic! Oh lord, forgive this heart of mine! Oh, let it be! Let it be! How do you define such love, but to simply look into my eyes and delve deeper and deeper past my iris, past my pupil, past the retina. Deeper and deeper until you are lost in the vast universes of my eye. And there, there is love. Beyond everything lies love.

And no matter what people might think, this love is purer than me. It is purer than you. It is purer than pure. It is love. My love.