why!!!!!!!

June 24th, 2007 by epogolopogos

henryyy!!! why did u leave us???? why?????????why???????? why??????? but i guess whats done is done!! no matter where u go, we’ll alyways suppot and follow you!!! to the legend of arsenal, you will be missed and good luck to a new life in barca, cheersss!!!!

wake me up…someone…

June 3rd, 2006 by epogolopogos

today was again a useless and boresome day…slept all
day, and when i woke up i wished i could continue sleeping and
dreaming…hmm..these days, felt an urge to go away to someplace. dont
know where,dont know how, but as soon as possible. seems like the
‘angin cuti’ just grabbed me in the buttocks.

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jules fieffer - the great comic book heros -

December 12th, 2005 by epogolopogos

An essential characteristic of the superhero mythology is, there’s the superhero, and there’s the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spiderman is actually Peter Parker. When he wakes up in the morning , he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spiderman. And it is in the characteristic that Superman stands alone.
Superman did not become Superman, Superman was born Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", thats the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears, the glasses, the business suit, that’s the costume. Thats the costume Superman wears to blend in with us.
Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He’s weak, he’s unsure of himself…he’s a coward. ‘Clark Kent is Superman’s crititue on the whole human race’.

- Bill gives this speech while getting ready for his showdown with the bride in kill bill.

insane…

September 29th, 2005 by epogolopogos

    I must be going insane..
at least thats what a friend of mine would say, i remember her saying ‘ all poets must be insane/crazy ‘ or sumthing like that. i dunno, its hard to understand a poem, a poet, its even harder to understand a human being….
   So here i am, its been 2 months already since i quit my job, or should i say my contract expirerd, doing nothing. My everyday routine is sleep (12 hours), and eat (4 times a day), everyday noticing that i seem to gain weight around my already bulging belly. For the first two weeks of my vacation, i was extremely happy, being lazy, fooling around, sleeping, eating, and now its become a habit, a bad one, and i cant seem to stop.
   I just became a year older this past few days, and on that day, i thought that i should give it up and change. I should pick my lazy sorry ass up and do sumtin worthy of my 22 years of living. But the next day and the day after that, my asssed down routine just came a rolling back.
   So whats all with this sad loser, mumbo jumbo talk got to do with me going insane? Well its the start…you see, while i was trying to sleep (erm it was about 5.00am), as i rolled around my bed, remembering and missing someone dear,thingking about the loser life i have right now, a word, or two suddenly popped into my head!!! AHAH!!! GRAVITY!!! (wait, wait, that’s wrong). So i wrote a sentence and started to scribble out other words, and i ended up with a whole page that i finally rhymed out into a poem..so here goes…

with affection,sadness,hope,memories,lost and love,
i dedicate this poem to nor syawallina, my dear….

LOST
How far can you be?
As i am lost like in the sea,
I am lost in the darkness,
That haunts to overcome me.
Even though, the moon, the stars,
Shines brightly to a far,
I do not see,
I do not know,
To which path i should follow.

To follow the way the moon has lit,
Or follow a star that shines so bright?
To me,
To my heart,
I should follow a one bright light.

It is in a distance,
That is hard to reach,
Without my eyes,
I have to look,
I have to seek.

How far can you be?
Whom i search to guide me,
Through this never ending black sea……
                                                

muhammed khaleefur egha, 29th Sept, 6:42am

So i guess i really am going insane…insanely in love…hahah…jiwang!!…missing my dear a lot these days, waiting for her to come back and light up the darkness of my days.hehe. So, erm, about the poem, anybody care to comment, critic, help me out a bit?? Its my first so there must be some mistakes, either that, then its all wrong.
What will become of me?
we shall see,
because my journey,
is to become somebody…

haha….duh….