Here we are, caught in this thunderous rain.
Rubbing each other, hoping it’ll ease the pain.
Drizzles cloud my sight, fondly she wiped.
Never will she miss, any single drop.
Bluntly we stared, sparingly asking of trust,
Silently we nodded and wrapped another.
Gently I squeezed, softly she grunts.
I wanted more, she suddenly roared.
“Slurrp” she sucked me in, I clutched her skin.
Don’t stop now, please blow me off.
Adrenaline racing, my toes entangled yours,
Away we head, to a lost less paradise.
Deeds or sins, good or bad, we never cared.
She said stop! I grew upset. We ran out of gas.
Yes, Jenny is my car. And you pervert thought I’d write a love making poem?
ps: Initially spelled Geni, but tak commercial la babe, hence Jenny.
pss: If you’ve been fooled, please Fave me!
psss: This was initially an essay, I guess I got caught up with poem. Whom to blame?
pssss: It’s about me stuck in traffic jam. Once I hit the open road, I jammed the pedal. I have my car and skills to trust on this slippery road.
Where to put this one??
I miss her.
Her cynic stare, piercing through anything she laid her eyes on.
Her deep sweet voice, slightly off pitched but enough to send me afloat.
Her pure innocent smile, as if begging me to ravage her.
Her carefree attitude, nothing can bring her down.
Most importantly, I miss the way she handles me.
Posted on 21 October '08 by NoktahHitam, under Personal. 43 Comments.
At least once a week, I have people telling me they liked my Blogspot more than NoktahHitam. Of course, it was in simple English, a few word twister, WAH LA,.. a post. Damn!
If I were given a chance to choose, I’ll stick with the old me. Unfortunately, everybody matures, like cheese and wine. Damn!
I guess everyone I know is reading NH, including my clients and family. I had to play it a key lower. Damn!
It could also be complacency. I’m no longer mad at the world. Damn!
Perhaps I’m earning twice as much as I used too. Big bucks, bigger ego. Damn!
Or because people know who I am. I have to be polite no matter what. Damn!
I’ve stated repetitively, I want to marry a doctor. I can’t be the-boy-your-daddy-warned-you-about anymore. Damn!
In search of fame and followers, I sold myself. Damn!
I think I messed up. Damn!
In short, Damn!
ps: Replace Damn with Babilah.
pss: *Babilah is a bad word. Don’t address it to others but yourself.
psss: With this post, I declare “babilah” as my shared trademark. Anyone caught using it as their blog title will be hacked.
Posted on 15 October '08 by NoktahHitam, under Personal. 44 Comments.
The picture has nothing to do with this post, I made if for SembangKomputer. *patting myself* “Good boy, Good boy.”
I’ve been meaning to write about my Umrah trip, but I think it’ll be another self-indulgence post. So I’m posting pictures instead. (they say a picture is worth a thousand words, 20 pictures, 20k words!)
I remembered in my toddle years, I asked my granddad, why does he read 3 newspapers, aren’t they all the same (content) ? He gently messes my silky hair and pats me on the head.
“The only good, is knowledge; the only evil, is ignorance.”
Of course I didn’t understand a word he said but somehow those words were embed in me. I’ve always thought it was pious remark made by Muhammad PBUH. Unfortunately I was wrong, it was Socrates’s.
Unlike my reverse engineering habit, reading isn’t my natural wont. I used to hate reading. I prefer writing. Out of that audacity, I found myself in darkness rather “Katak di bawah tempurung“. So I made that extra mile to read ‘useless’ penning (mostly dad’s business magazine).
The more I read, the bigger my curiosity grew. Business mags could no longer cater this addictiveness.
I now read a hatful of blogs. Some useful, some are lame but most are beneficial. If subscribing to anonymous blogs means stalking, then I’m a successful pro stalker.
Attached: My Google Reader OPML
ps: Grandpa told me in Malay, it was quite a challenge to decrypt back into English.
pss: Time for a McD drive-by Chocolate coated vanilla ice cream~
Posted on 15 October '08 by NoktahHitam, under Personal. 35 Comments.
From iPersonic.com
Independent Thinkers are analytical and witty persons. They are normally self-confident and do not let themselves get worked up by conflicts and criticism. They are very much aware of their own strengths and have no doubts about their abilities.
People of this personality type are often very successful in their career as they have both competence and purposefulness. Independent Thinkers are excellent strategists; logic, systematics and theoretical considerations are their world.
They are eager for knowledge and always endeavor to expand and perfect their knowledge in any area which is interesting for them. Abstract thinking comes naturally to them; scientists and computer specialists are often of this type. Read the rest.
The first few paragraph is absolutely true, so is the rest of it. I can’t help but smile when reading this.
Now, if only I can put this on my CV, but for whom? Oh well.
ps: I’ve updated my About page, you want back link? Go leave some interesting comment.
pss: Take the test at iPersonic.com and let me know. Same with me? High five 
Posted on 11 October '08 by NoktahHitam, under Personal. 11 Comments.
We all know how a ‘meriam buluh’ could earn you a handicap parking lot. Although many warnings and sad stories have been told, teens could never resist the war-head sound as it echoes the night.
My first experience was when I was 13. I followed elder kampung friends into the woods to look for bamboos. Poorly equipped and alien terrain, it was life threatening for an urban boy like myself. I thought of turning back but they were short handed to carry the bamboos for lemang and pelita, plus I don’t even know my way out. (more…)
Posted on 4 October '08 by NoktahHitam, under Personal. 35 Comments.
I’m tired. After 30 hours of travelling, finally, I’m laying flat on my bed.
I will be back to write about my adventures on the holy land. Plentiful raunchy stories to tell ;)
Posted on 29 September '08 by NoktahHitam, under Personal. 9 Comments.
This is a simple post in response to a tag by Life4Hire
1. What is the most important thing in your life?
Money. Without money there’d be no wedding, no marriage, no family, no love.
2. What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?
Allucid. Something for tummy ache.
3. Where do you wish to get married?
In my back yard with BBQ pit and stuff. I’m simple yet complicated.
4. How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?
Until I found another lover.
5. Are you in love?
Nope. Lust, yes. Yes, one way street.
6. Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?
Istana Hotel, ramadhan buffet.
7. Name the latest book that you bought?
Ten Minute, Tums & Bums (workout book)
8. What is your full name
You don’t need to know.
9. Do you prefer your mother or father?
Mom’s love, dad’s money.
10. Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.
Muhammad SAW.
11. Christina or Britney?
Britney, when she’s young.
12. Do you do your own laundry?
Sometimes.
13. The most exciting place you want to go?
Bed, ‘magical’ things happen there, e.g. dreaming, guling-guling and play PSP.
14. Hugs or kisses?
Hugs. Kisses. Cuddles.
15. Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you.
Life4Hire, a selfless guy.
16. 8 things I am passionate about.
The Web, Malaysian politics, rugby, shoes, computer, technology, cars and motorcyles.
17. 8 things I say too often.
Shit, Damn, Gile, Setan, Lahanat, Fuck, Oh? and astaghfirullah.
18. 8 books I’ve read recently.
Ibadah Haji & Umrah, Quran and the book I bought above. I don’t remember the rest.
19. 8 songs I could listen to over and over again. (listen my tape)
- Marie Digby - Unfold
- Yui - Tokyo
- Pachebel - Cannon in D (minor)
- Sudirman - Pelangi Petang
- Warrant - Heaven
- All American Rejects - Dance Inside
- American HiFi - Flavor of the Weak
- Fenix TX - Tearjerker
20. 8 things I learned last year.
- Plucking nostril hair hurts like bitch, but pleasing.
- I can never chase a moving car
- Jumping from 2nd floor hurts my nuts more than my knees.
- I can’t fly.
- If I were Spiderman, I’d rob a bank.
- Losing 10kg is easier said than done.
- Survive with RM5 for the whole week.
- Doctor with stethoscope dangling around her neck makes me weak.
21. 8 people to tag.
- Nurnana - Ramadhan and fasting is not about food
- MiraSilentEve - I miss ‘home’ too
- Elafyf - I don’t know you but I will get to know
- AkuSape - Aku, Kau dan Hantu
- MyOnlyPink - Pink is the color of my heart
- Kujie2 - kuchi kuchi ku?
- Elaynie - Surgeon (to-be), if you got the time, do this
- NuniNuraina - Doctor (to-be), you too, do this if you’re free
Posted on 6 September '08 by NoktahHitam, under Personal. 23 Comments.
NH is my wicked mind and my alter ego. I shall refrain from being corrected no matter what the circumstances are. Part time Web Developer, full time egoist. 
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so sweet of you. hmm. yups, thanks to mum. she had to wake me up, every... on 
and yes, i also dont drop any tears..kudos~ ps: agreed... on 
