Firdauz takes 5

I do not believe God does not exist. I know for sure, He does not exist. And thank God, that he does not exist.

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If evolution is impossible, life loses all meaning.

- Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh on the existence of God.

Thought that he’s funny.

Well, i hope you’ll like it. Remember when you told me you wanted a happier life — a car and a house and a wife and two cats, well have you gotten any? How’s life anyways, you’ve been gemuk aren’t you Firdy?

Talk to me sometime yeah. I’ll be you’re friend, no matter what you have and don’t.

Friends forever, older Firdy. Love, lots of love. Signed, Original Firdy, (before you became someone else).

Tell me the truth, Frank, remember that? We used to live by it. And you know what’s so good about the truth? Everyone knows what it is however long they’ve lived without it. No one forgets the truth, Frank, they just get better at lying.

- April Wheeler, Revolutionary Road.

Richard Yates reminded me that, sometimes, i lie too much — to other people, to myself, and often i conceal the truth just because i actually am pretty good at it.

I got better at being politically correct. I even lied to myself, and got better and better at it.

Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics.

You are all stardust.

You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded. Because the elements, the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. And the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode.

So forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today.

- Lawrence Krauss, A universe from nothing.

Selasa, pagi yang luar biasa, mesej segera masuk, “http://gadiscomel.com, wowee”

Mesej segera di balas, “Alhamdullillah.”

Anwar said, “Can I f— you?”

Mohd Saiful rejected.

Anwar then responded in an angry tone, “What?” and immediately directed him to go to the master bedroom.

Mohd Saiful went to the room. Shortly after, Anwar entered the room and went straight to the edge to close the curtain there.

Anwar went on to switch off the lights.

He then asked Mohd Saiful to clean up in the washroom.

Mohd Saiful removed his clothes, cleaned his body but did not have a shower. He took a towel from the washroom and used it. He hung his clothes on the knob of the closet, getting ready to, i dunno what?

Anwar stood at the edge of the bed.

(Come to papa?)

“He was clad in a towel and directed me to go to him and then hugged me while we were standing,” Mohd Saiful said.

Awwww…. they huged. So cute!

*source – The Star

Music by Amanda Palmer. Short story by Neil Gaiman.

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Like you, I know exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard Amanda Palmer had been killed.

Like you, I know no more than that. Killed, yes. But by whom and how none of us ever knew. There was nothing ever said about it on the television or the radio. But we knew, we knew.

Rumors multiplied. I met a Hell’s Angel in a bar in Encino who swore blind that he knew a man who claimed to have crushed in Amanda’s skull with lead piping, on behalf of a crazed ex-boyfriend.

It became a national obsession. “Who killed Amanda Palmer?” bubble gum cards were traded and traded again in school yards across America. I still own two of them: one shows Amanda’s bullet-riddled corpse dangling from a wall; the other shows her body washed up on the shore of an unidentified lake, her face blue and puffy from the water, the claws of some crustacean pushing out from between her purple lips.

I remember the candlelight vigils, and the shrines, dozens of them, in cities all over the world, spontaneous demonstrations from peole who no longer had an Amanda Palmer. They lit candles, and left behind telephones, scalpels, exotic items of underwear, plastic figurines, children’s picture books, antlers, love.

“She went as she would have wanted to go.” That was what an Amanda Palmer impersonator told me in a pub off Carnaby Street. Much later that night, voice slurred by alcohol, the man confided in me that he was certain that the real Amanda Palmer had been “abducted by beings from a higher vibrational plane”, and that the pictures of Amanda’s death were not fakes, pasted-up and air-brushed in some back-alley photogaphic studio, but actual photographs of the deaths of “sister-selves”, creatures grown from Amanda Palmer’s own protoplasm.

Very young children made up songs about the different ways Amanda died, killing her happily at the end of every verse, too young to understand the horror. Maybe it really was how she would have wanted to go.

If you see Amanda Palmer on the street, kill her, said the graffiti under the bridge in Boston. And beneath that somebody else wrote, That way she’ll live for ever.

- Neil Gaiman

Ermm… delicious.

Hahahaahahahaahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahaha.

“I want nobody, nobody, but you.”

=P

“Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now?

Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today?

That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot?

That Pozzo passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what truth will there be?

He’ll know nothing. He’ll tell me about the blows he received and I’ll give him a carrot. Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave-digger puts on the forceps.

We have time to grow old.

The air is full of our cries”

- Vladimir, Waiting for Godot.

Hahahahaahahahaha

She’s so funny!

Oleh kerana Ops Sikap diimplementasikan, kebanyakkan anggota polis telah mendirikan sekatan jalan raya.

Oleh kerana Malaysia merupakan salah satu negara dimana kepincangan sosial memakan suap adalah suatu pasal yang biasa, aku terpaksa membayar Yuran Perlindungan.

Jika Yuran Perlindungan tidak dibayar, dompet aku akan mengalami kesusahan yang tidak terbanding.

RM40 tau? Duit itu adalah 20 peratus sebuah Microdrive 4GB.

Maka aku pun bisik dalam hatiku “Puk* itu polis!”

Walaubagaimanapun, aku telah mendapat kerja di sebuah kedai kamera. Kepada wanita tersebut yang memerlukan sebuah kamera benar, sila mengawalkan diri sendiri semasa membeli belah supaya dapat menabung duit untuk mendapat sebuah kamera. Sila hubungi Doktor tersebut melalui butang ‘Contact’ yang terletak sebelah kiri laman web ini.

- Tan Yee hou, 2006.

Isn’t Yee Hou the cutest thing?

Puk* itu polis!

lol

Sila mengawalkan diri sendiri =P

“Lalalalala Ulysses
I’ll find a new way.
I’ll find a new way, baby.”

Franz Ferdinand’s new album, Tonight = <33333333

The album is craaaaaazzzyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Fucking genius.

You are loved and you know you are
Yeah you know you know you know you are
And you know you know you know you are
You’ll endure and you know you will
Yeah you know you know you know you will
And you know you know you know you will

- Athlete, You Know

The first laptop to get rid of the keyboard.

With predictive sentence feature like;

1) The abortion went well.
2) The Althusserian scholar gave his copy of Lacan’s “Ecrits” to the abortion doctor.

Wow. “It couldn’t be simpler.”

Fuck you, fuck all of you!

Mediums are real.

Here’s the video that shows Malaysian bomohs are the best.

Subhaha… what ever!