...Another Apology Goes to Waste

how can a guy commit soooo many mistakes and apologize only once?
how can he pull it off?
HOW!?

I dont know. so umm. blehh.


ahem.


forgive me dear blog. I have ignored you. though you are not forgotten. I still ignore the fact that you need constant attention. I have failed you. here, chocolates. just for you dear blog. TAKE IT!!

ma blog: Apology attempt rejected freak.


: o


life is too fast for someone slow like me. Important things keeps poking me in the ass. And when someone or something is poking you in the ass, you just cant ignore it. Priorities shifting. I'm loosing interest. I've theorized myself out of everything.

long story short: i'm getting old.

its no fun getting old. seriously.


9/2/2010--- I'm 17

5/6/2010--- I'm dead.


Its not fun posting new posts anymore. There's no point. Nothing is happening in life.
yes people. I'm finally growing up. I'm old. olddd. oldd.

old bread with old butter and old expired strawberry jam. and *dramatic music* old coffeeeee


*echo*


You know how old people always give advices to youngsters? Well here's my advice as and old guy except its kinda useless.

number one.
enjoy being young. forget all those crappy things (e.g homework, school, urr PMS?). Who cares!?
your parents does but. WHO CARES!? pretty soon those gorgeous faces will undergo groovy mutations (e.g wrinkles, age spot, urr unicorn horns?). I repeat. Getting old is not fun. 16 15 is young. 17 is OLD. Old is no fun. No fun is suicide. suicide is death. DEATH is... deathhhhss! *dramatic music, sembur sembur*


*echo*


second advice.
I forgot.

BUT!
that just proofs that being old sucks! you forget things! so there!
*phew* > :D





okay um. this is getting boring. I'm gonna go to the playground and eat some ice-cream now. see yaaa.



.

...Reduces the Risk for the Ugly Duckling Syndrome.

Not true. :D

RnR

yes. this is how rnr looks these days.
no more uguks.

this used to be the holy shrine where the uguks would spend their day
having fun. enjoying each others company.

but those days are over.
this is how rnr looks these days.
quite and dead.
no more nasty teenagers to make it lively.

quite and dull.
its just there. waiting.
waiting to once again protect the uguks from the rain.

I will remember those torn books which I..
oh yea. now I remember. THATS WHY WE DONT GO THERE ANYMORE!
xD

hahaha. jom gelak. haha. jom. haahh




I do not own read and relax.

...Wont Heal Damanged Relationship.

my dearest blog-thing. You are not abandoned. You are simply temporarily forgotten.
Brain-cramping life issues are preventing us from keeping in touch. I sincerely beg for your forgiveness. I now realize that you are the friend that's always been there. You are the symbol of myself.

And I love myself . HAA :D
pls accept this gift my dearest blog.


(bunyi loceng ice-cream bertukar ke siren ambulans) WU!


truth be told. I've not been true to my name lately. I no longer satisfy my need for coffee in the morning. Mama says its not good for me. yeke? It keeps me happy doesn't?

Why cant I be happy? The holidays are suppose to be that time in a year where I expose my metallic chompers to strangers. (siren ambulan makin kuat)

trusth is. I would label this year's endofyear holiday as: Suck as hell.

The reason?

I dont know. all of us have our own reasons. so hah.

kay bye ambulance dh datang. :D WU!

...Turns You Grey

and here lies, another child, another creature of god.
here lies the deceased. Eyes forever shut. Slumbering with Peace.


born into this world. without a clue of how it can really be.
pale skin, an even paler sense of reality.
A life of imagination starts here.
Daydreaming since 1993.


He would ask his mother. Why was he born without wings.
She couldn't answer.
He would say.
I belong among the clouds. Not here.
(he was obsessed about extraterrestrial beings)

He was a son. A brother. A friend to himself.
he was also getting older.
already branded the title 'failure'
He wasn't the most responsible son.
(he was the 'slow' one)

And so he begins his search.
for the family he never had.
Among strangers. Among friends.
His plans coming to shape day by day.
(he was always this weird)

But disappointment came first. As always.
again he tried, again he failed.
failing is now a part of him.
These are the factors that shapes him to what he was.
(he gets all the 'bad' genes)

He grew bitter overtime.
Friend by friend.
Lover by lover.
Enemies by enemies.
(he prefers being sour actually)

His hard exterior blinded people from his soft interior.
starting a relationship with insults rather than kind words.
and thus people treat him terribly.
trying to break that hard shell and expose all the weaknesses within.
(he likes shrimps)

A lover of everything different.
he does things his own way.
not caring what happens.
not caring what people think.
(he does care alot about being short!)

Though Born with a bad right eye.
he was an observer.
This became a past-time favorite.
now with a camera in hand, the world IS his art.
(he cant even hold the camera without shaking.)

Eventhough he was not physically strong.
he has a strong heart.
he holds firmly onto what he believes in.
Using his sharp mouth as a main weapon.
(he hates his braces)

Never ceasing to ambush his mates with annoying jokes.
they say you are what you choose to be.
he prefers, you are what you eat.
Hah.
(he still thinks its funny)

One day, what happens to be an investigation act.
he met new strangers.
they became friends.
they didn't understand him, but they tolerated him.
(he was part of the CSI craze at that time)

Soon he was part of an African tribe.
close enough, he thought.
this could be what he was always searching for.
mistake number 568890.
(he lost count a long time ago)

So happy yet so angry.
He is always determined.
to make every second of his and his friend's life an epic adventure.
he was always an adventurer.
(Introduce him to a lil kitten, he'd run)

However, things always gets ugly.
he knew.
one wrong choice.
he always knew.
(add math, he dint knew too much)

He cant change who he is.
there were no words, there were ALWAYS no words.
he spoke with his watery eyes.
the deal is done.
(a part of him died there in smtg)

Dear new friends.
this is haziq.
this is the haziq you would've known.
this is the haziq that was never given any chance.

Fuck you.



spirit and soul blessed.
may he forever rest in peace.

... Makes you GOLEK.

DU.. du.. DU.. du.. DU..


friends. Buddies.

hate to say it but this topic is WAaaaAY overrated. And I don't usually go for those.
However, it is always a question that intrigues my dim mind to write something on this seriously neglected blog of mine. Forgive me, the kepoyoan starts here:

the question. A very close friend of mine asked me this. Why are you always happy? Dun dun dun. Happy? HAPPY? have you not been paying attention?

but thats the reality of life--er my life. I keep for myself a group of friends I consider dearest to me. How is it not apparent to them how my life is? am I not considered dear to them? Maybe I never told them. Maybe its them who never paid any attention.

let see. I'm the noisy one. sometimes. does that mean I don't enjoy quit light conversations? I'm the one with the ideas. does that mean I'm happy all the time? what happened to those times where I needed support? my 'fragile' mode?

'fragile mode'?? bile pulak? ko asik happy je.

prihatin seseorang kawan.

---

I define thos dearest to me as not only the ones who i can be myself and sakai my way to hell..but also the ones I seek when I needed help or even attention. Oh how it hurts. Kawan utk berseronok je rupanyaa.

maybe I cant blame them. Living in a half-daydreaming life- maybe I never showed them whats underneath those colorful cloud.The reality?

---

kepoyoan bermula kembali.

well uh. I am happy. despite my lack of many things, I still have the bestest friends the world could ever hope for. and now its proven that maybe they're not the 'bestest' anymore. hmm still happy ka?

my dear friends. I know its awkward to see me like this. yeah i know hilang cool. but happy is not all i am. yelah tk selalu. but still-- dont you think that I too feel these things? aku pon boleh?

hmm. I faced lots of problem with my height. (people thinking i'm young/girls are unattracted to me/ I'm gonna die alone/etc). thats one. My family thinks I'm a failure. Abah panngil aku 'bengap'. kegedikan aku yg tk dpt nk control. wanita muntah tngok perangai aku. two, three, and four. thats a lot! knp happy? because of you guys. But then, timbul itu soalan. hilang happy?
YUP! :D


bye!


p/s: I f i dont own my dear camera, would we still be friends?


kepoyoan ends here ladie and gentlemen. feel free to ignore. :)

...Makes You Tastefully Weird.

'good lord! you poor thing! I'm suprised you made it out alive!!'
that was the first I had in mind reading thru a friend's blog.



ehem ehem. Dear coffee-dude, aren't you going to write something silly in your silly blog and make silly words and silly statements? i do hope you keep up the sillyness. Did you know? small boys are gross-- but silly hee hee <333

-littlegirl34


No littlegirl34! I shall not! for this time a more serious tone needs to be instilled! sillyness would have to wait. a tortured soul needs to be saved. His broken spirit needs to be lift up highh. And everyone knows: nobody can do that better than a cup of coffeeee. But it is ramadhan! so coffee-dude will have to fill in. stay in school, be nice, eat your veggies and other shit i should tell little kids. taa taa.


ehem ehem. Dear coffee-dude, I found your blog to be pretty annoying. Its irrelevant. Its full of silly nonsense. AND there nothing about kanyewestvstaylorswift. Aren't you gonna write something about raye?? did you know? I want to grow up to be as tall as a tree so people wouldn't laugh at me like they do to you. har har choww.

-littleboy56


What!! you kiss your mom with that mouth?! Well I'm hurt! I hope you're happy! kids these days! And no! raye is boring. EVVVVVEEEERYYYONEEEE KKNNOOWWWS! duh! fuck you! go to hell! eat veggies and go to SCHOOL! HAAAAAH!!! taa taa.


Dear coffe-dude, You rock man! YOU RULE! you're the BOSS!
LOVE FOR ALL!

-weirdguy78


Why yes. yes i do. thankssssss :'D too bad I dont know you!

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nobody sends me e-mails anymore x(. I tell you, imaginary ones are much much better.



now, the real topic:

dude,
seriously, you shall forever be honored for enduring those torturous moments.
makes you realize how important friends are. :)

I might be the mean one. azhar might be the naive and oblivious one. and hafyz.. is hafyz.

BUT! there aint gonna be nobody else who's willing to help you at any cost! ANY COST! (you know how we can be)

and you my friend. the funny and weird one. and also the one in need this time. There's nobody else thats going to enjoy both your greatness and weaknesses at the same time.

something needs to be done about your school. and I've got the perfect plan:

==sek-ret==


brilliant I know! so find some other source of education! coz the old one is going to be ==secret==

take care
god bless.



I'm not on drugs!
.

...Gives you SEXINESSS

Phew.. been a while.. worry not! these fingers are not strangers to the keyboard !
ehem. whats up with the controversial title? No, this time its actually relevant.
A lot of people keep asking me. How did you come up with that name? (dearcoffeedude)
well, here's my excuse..

It happened in a dream..


'What makes a man or women sexy? to you that is?'

'huh? who me?'

'yes you! the short guy with a funny smell!'

'(funny smell?)'

'yes! funny smell! '

'umm you're not suppose to respond to that! (its in brackets see?) '

'whatever shortie! so what gives a man or a women the sexynesssssshhhh.'

'(is it raining?) Do you really HAVE to include the man? '

'yes! Nowadays you can never be too sure! '

'well I'm only interested in women okayhh? '

'sure'

'Hey! i don't like that tone!'

'(closet fag) teehee.'

'HEY!'

'don't respond to the brackets kid.'

'$%^&*... well uh. women with long hair are kinda sexy?'

'a guy with a long WHATTT?? '

'Whaa?! I dint say THAT! '

'keep it clean kid.'

'what!?'

'sooo is that all? you can do better than that! come on! fire up those hormones!! '

'what do you want from me!? '

'ANSWERS! FRICKKKIN ANSWERS! '

'okay! chill man! '

'WHAT? you admit it now? you like men?? '

'NO! i didn't say thaaat! '

'what the hell do you like then!!?? '

'I HATE YOU! '

'I asked what you like buddy, not what you hate. '

'ARRRGHHHH!'

'did I just turn you on? '

'Are you IN-- '

'--telligent? why yes! But my question first! Answer it!! '

'FINE! Coffee is smexyy as hell!'

'seriously? eww.'

'you asked! '

'I'm outta here you creep. '

...


'no i'm not. I'm stuck here you see? '


'(Shi*!) I have a freaky guy stuck in my head. I need proper medication. '


'Hey! you're the freaky one 'coffee dude' ! '


'argh.'


'yeah. freak. so thats why you always walk around with that camera! been taking dirty pictures of coffee cups eh? I should report you! '


'you're stuck. '


'yeah thanks to you! I have a wife you know! '


'now its my fault!? you have a wife? '


'yeah! I like women. Unlike someone I happen to know.. '


'you're an idiot! '


this is what too much caffeine does to you kid. do your homework. I have a PH.d in makingupfactsforentertaiment-ology you know. '


'DIE!! '


'If I die, YOU DIE!! bring it babehh! '


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I wake up strangling myself and with an Idea in mind.
the end?