Kesumat Kumat Kamit ; Merapu

January 21, 2011 § 8

Tetiba sewaktu membasuh moto di petang yang indah ini, aku telah diterjah idea ; nak buat short film dengan kawan-kawan.
Deadline ; Sebelum grad atau sebelum sambung degree.
Tajuk dia :


" I Know What You Did Last Semester".

Macam kenai kan tajuk dia?The main idea macam nak buat parody filem "I Know What You Did Last Summer" la. Yang heroin Ghost Whisperer berlakon tu.
Mintak maap la tak ingat nama.

Tak terpikiaq lagi pulak plotline dia macam mana. Dan aku tak tahu antara tiga genre ; Horror/Memang Horror, Horror/Comedy, Fluff/Romance/Comedy/Bodoh alang ala-ala Michael Cera. Takpa, masa masih panjang. Mari berangan!




Tak sangka buih sabun dengan tuala 'good morning' yang aku guna untuk lap moto dapat mendatangkan idea sedemikian terhadapku. Dengan tidak menghiraukan keperluan untuk mandi setelah bergelumang dengan kotoran daki moto aku, terus jari pantas menaip entri blog kali ni. Romeo(nama laptop aku) tak kisah kan? I know you, you know me. Busuk macam mana pun, aku owner kau, agree saja dengan apa aku kata.

Sapa yang hingin nak berlakon cerita aku ni? Ada multiple choice answer untuk soalan bodo yang aku utarakan.

A. Kawan-kawan. (Free, tak yah bayaq. Cukup la sekadar belanja roti canai seminggu)
B. Volunteer. (Kena buat promosi dengan audition ka?Ish buang masa)
C. Paksa/Blackmail. (Tsk. Nanti depa keja tak ikhlas. Terang lagi nyata, ini bahaya dan mendatangkan dosa percuma)
D. Pelakon amatur yang inginkan habuan. (Lari bajet)

Ala, sapa-sapa pun boleh berlakon. Aku lagi prefer kawan-kawan. Sebab watak semua tu aku akan mould berdasarkan orang sekeliling aku la jugak. Cuma tambahkan nilai eccentric dan kebahlolan mengikut keperluan. Wah, kemengarutan sedang mencurah-curah ni.





Harap ini boleh menjadi kenyataan. :)
Tiba-tiba eksaited. Gila betui.





p/s(random) : If Jessica Jung were a new hamburger at McDonald's,She'd be called McGorJess.


Yon Yusuff is officially scanned POSITIVE with Jung disease at the moment. Baru recover dari excessive haemorrhage caused by Tiffany Hwang, datang pulak Jessica Jung. Tidaaaaak! Sembuhkan aku!

brr. geli dengaq statement aku sendiri. =.=


by Yon Yusuff. aftereffects of membasuh moto.

Restock ; AB Blood for you.

January 11, 2011 § 0

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Jom derma darah. :)


Last aku derma darah tahun lepas, tu pun bukan kat UiTM.

AB Rh +ve. Even though aku rasa actually darah aku Rh -ve. Tapi abah kata biasanya +ve. Tak baik lawan cakap orang tua. (Dah la hensem. XD) Kita tengok mak kata apa pulak nanti.


by Yon Yusuff.
bothered.

HTML ; Huruf Terbalik Mulut Luas

January 09, 2011 § 2

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Huahh!


My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean Yon

WAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!


Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.


by Yon Yusuff.
kelas csc.belajaq bonnie.

I Love This Girl

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Krystal: Unnie are you okay?
Fany: I see dead people o__o
Sulli: o__o

LOL! LOL! LOL! So cute~







Aku Nak ...

January 08, 2011 § 0




~ Ajar Mark Zuckerberg baca Jawi.
~ Bagi Mark Zuckerberg makan belacan.



by Yon Yusuff.
dengki dekat Zuckerberg.

Ini Kisah Benar.

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Berlaku hari Sabtu, lapan haribulan satu dua ribu sebelas.

Repair motor Panda Ismail dekat workshop. Satu ja yang tak buleh lupa, cina tu kata moto ni tak setat setahun dah. wtf? cuti pun sebulan saja. ternganga sat aku. Last motor ni jalan agak dalam seminggu lebih sebelum masuk kolej. Siap ada saksi lagi. Abang aku? Hari tu tengok wayang pun dengan motor ni jugak. Hoh.
Macam nak potong lidah dia bagi anjing makan. Pot pet, pot pet. Sampai ke sudah. Agak nak lempang, nasib baik tak semayang maghrib lagi. Pukui 8 siap, (tak berapa siap pun). Kelam kabut jugak hampaq sejadah. Nasib baik abah cool. Mak lagi la tak kata apa. Besa la~


by Yon Yusuff.
semangat nak bakaq kedai orang.


p/s : malam ni ada apa tah kat kolej. wajib, katanya. tapi benda paksaan macam tu la yg Yon Yusuff cukup anti nak pi.

To Althea, From Prison.

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When love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair,
And fettered to her eye,
The birds that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.

When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple in the deep
Know no such liberty.

When, like committed linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King;
When I shall voice aloud how good

He is, how great should be,
Enlarged winds that curl the flood
Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.





This is one of my favourites from Richard Lovelace. The most appropriate theme I could think of is ; Freedom. Precisely, freedom of thinking. It was stated that he wrote this poem while still being in prison. From the 1st paragraph he implied of imagining 'Althea' whom I suppose was, his lover. His mind was completely free, although he was confined in a prison. In some way, this poem gave off the aura of inner freedom, which every being yearns for. At least, it is what I desire for myself.

"No one can 'imprison' or enslave the human mind."

What I can't really understand is some people choose to be prisoners of their own thoughts. What a pity that is, not being able to feel freedom within themselves. Too many questions popped in my head ; how do they cope with their inner consciousness, did they ever tried talking to themselves, or they are just living in denial all this while? Is it painful to choose to live that way? They are telling lies straight to their face, isnt it hypocritical to do such a thing?And they ruin white ; the original color of life.

I'm still waiting.
Waiting for them to wake up from their denial nightmare.

All of it is a choice. Heck, its OUR choice.
And after choosing, in the end we find freedom.

Believe me, when you change your mind... you unconsciously change your life.
But remember just one thing ; change it for yourself.

If I were to sigh after making those choices ; it'll either be interpreted as a sigh of regret or a sigh of self-satisfaction.
And I prefer the latter.




by Yon Yusuff.
immersed in reading ; 3am.

p/s : I'm not preaching about anything here, just a mere unanswered question that had been running in my head since forever. Of course, sometimes I strayed from the actual path as well... like what other idiots do. But I'm sane enough to adapt quickly to the situation I threw myself into and turned back my heels on the pavement to search my way back. And sometimes I make wrong turns when I confront the infamously dangerous diverged road, screaming "Choose." I hate it as well. But making decisions is a part of living, and it is surely important to make choices based on our own instincts. Be it right or wrong, I chose it myself to be that way. There's no one to blame but me. There's no one to praise but me. It's all just me being me.

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