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2010-06-19T02:20:00.001+08:00

the mid-term break

2009-08-12T04:48:00.009+08:00

Plans made over the phone and through passing.Through schedules, we find time and arrange the event. Hype, happiness, sleepless nights, non-stop anticipation. The day finally comes and united we stand. Hug, Laugh. Pure bliss fills the air as we greet and speak. There is no greater moment than this. Wallowing in the time we have together, we converse of ideas, thoughts, and hope.

Nights are long and eyes are heavy. As time rolls, conversation shifts, laughter is heard as a guinea pig rustles in a cardboard condo. Life is good like this.Just like this. Again, bliss, comfort, warmth meet and smiles plaster onto faces without thought. This is living in its fullest.

A long hug, a farewell wave, all passed, all gone. 'Sinkage' of heart occurs while departure leaves a deep mark to be filled through time. Yes, time... Another time indeed. Another hope, another mid-term break.

silence is a part of me

2009-07-24T10:20:00.004+08:00

There are moments of anguish in which you can't promise anything to the one who's upset. Some people shouldn't be allowed to make promises.

I wish my body was made of ink and smell of words... I wish I had no blood but ink in my veins and write as I speak and speak as I write... to be as explicit as possible. So the words get to where they have to and when they have to.

I want to be made of paper to have my body written. But the rain would ruin me and it'd erase my words instead of inspiring me. I want to touch somebody's heart with a word. But I want to know if it happens. It's useless not to know it. Silence is such a strange thing. I complain of other people's silence. But I myself am quiet. For me, silence is like a blank sheet. A blank sheet doesn't make any sounds. And blank sheets are so easy for me. However, on the other side, I don't even have empty sheets. I don't know if I'd rather see an empty sheet or seeing anything. I can't see a thing and this silence made of "not reading anything" is killing me.

They say silence is a blessing, remaining silent at the right time is a virtue. And I, absolutely am worthless, with no blessings or virtues, I get distorted with silence. It burns me and doesn't allow me to get inside of me.

Enough of this silence. Enough of this talking without saying. Enough of these words that can only be grasped on the threshold of consciousness. But in this case, words are lacking. So, desire can't play harmlessly because it went beyond from normal. Is there something normal here?

What a Heart Rending Video

2009-06-08T06:28:00.003+08:00

This video touched my heart by complete surprise. I liked it and Im sobbing my heart out. Awww. I want a tiger cub.=p

Kisah Internet dan Manusia Poyo

2009-05-17T23:36:00.007+08:00

Internet problem hari ni. Lalu saya pura-pura busy dan melekakan diri dengan permainan Spider Solitaire.

Jam pertama, OK lagi... Masih leka bermain daun terup.

Jam kedua pun OK....

Jam ketiga dah panas punggung.. Tak study lagik. Adui kenapa la zaman sekarang ni terlampau bergantung kat teknologi?

Jam keempat, dah start mengaruk. Nak download notes la, nak bukak mmls, nak google pasal field theory la..nk topup kat cimbclicks..bla3

Jam kelima.... BODO punya streamyx !!!!

Jam keenam, mereka kata internet dah okay. Terus saya berlari ke laptop. Dengan penuh semangat saya menaip;

www.facebook.com/
www.myspace.com/
www.blogger.com/

Hujung-hujung baru nk study.

Biasa la manusia... Sembang je lebat..

Define Boredom

2009-05-17T04:32:00.002+08:00

Bored of being jobless, bored of the same websites I open everyday, bored of checking my email which none is from whom I am expecting the most, bored of watching the DVDs, and most importantly, bored of studying..ops?

who farted

2009-03-25T00:25:00.006+08:00

It happened when I was in the elevator going up to the 3rd floor.

So there were four people in the elevator including me. A stern-looking 40-something man, a Chinese lady of 20-something, a "oh-so-hot" young gentleman, and me.

All of a sudden, an unpleasant smell emerged from God-knows-where.

I turned around to give the 40-something man the look. Who else could I blame? It’s rather rude to blame a lady for farting. And the cute gentleman, even if he did fart, it will be fragrant. lol

The 40-something man wore the I’m-innocent look, but I refuse to believe him. I made a tsk-tsk sound and shook my head to show disapproval. When we reached the 2nd floor, the old man and the Chinese lady hurriedly got out. On the way to the 3rd floor, again the same unpleasant smell aroused. It was then that I knew I had been deluded by a cute-looking man......

Lucky it was only a floor apart. haish What a rip-off.

Early memories of school days

2009-02-19T16:30:00.004+08:00

I hated tuition by my mom loved sending me there.

My first ever tuition was at Nuri Tuition Centre. If u see my english now is horrible,you should see when I was 6 that time. I remember vividly one question yang berbunyi

"How many petals are on a Hibiscus flower?"

I was like *wtf is petals? Hibiscus pon aku x tau apa. Bunyik mcm biskut. tapi flower tu confirm lah bunga.!

Ni bunga ke biskut?

Seriously I was that dumb. But that was then.aha.Yet my english improved bolehla lepas setakat nak cakap “yes”, “no”, “allright” atau “Teacher may I go to the toilet?”

Then again when I was in Primary 5 at this another tuiton center. Not actually a centerla more like rumah bujang,rumah pon ala-ala kapal karam.
Anyway, one evening this one chinese boy telah disuruh oleh cikgu to read something from the workbook. Diction dia ni memang fail, haram tak paham. Yang aku ni pulak poyo, sibukla nak betulkan pronounciation(ignore the spelling) orang, budak tu pulak degil. Dah tahu salah tanak ngaku.
At the end, aku bergaduh dengan dia and I end up crying sebab budak tu cakap

“You and your parents can go to hell!”

I bet he really enjoyed what he did because the next day, when he saw me dengan muka keji dia berkata

“Awak dan emak awak boleh pelgi MELAKA!”

And I was like “Hahahaha melaka..haha melakaaaaaaaaaaa..melaka instead of neraka hahaha tak retii cakap melayuu” diikuti dengan gelak-gelak dari satu kelas.

Well,these early memories spur me on sometimes, when I look back and lament about how carefree life was when I was still in the early stages of the education system. Stress drags down spirits, but these memories of early school life help me regain my footing, refreshes my soul with confidence, and I can start afresh again. ^-^

walk the talk

2009-01-26T23:49:00.006+08:00

There was this one young men who posted few statuses about him hatred for Israel on facebook by inserting some words like bomb Israel, kill Israel and some other hatred phrases. Triggered a question in me, why does he needs to replicate the Zionist act? Israel being vicious and cruel is one thing but why should he join their bandwagon? Anger perhaps? Don’t we all?

It is like your child being hit by another kid at school and being an angry parent, you went to the kid and hit him back.

Every time I read news regarding the suffering Palestinian, my heart went for them and so did my tears and I am pretty sure you guys share the same feeling too. And I am sure all of us wish we could do something to help them or to stop the Isreali army.

But how?

By boycotting their products and American products maybe? Ok, I admit that I am not a very bright person but in my opinion, boycotting their product is similar like killing your own people. Imagine this, we boycott Tesco, we boycott Starbucks, we boycott Maggi, we boycott Microsoft, we boycott Apple, we boycott Intel, we boycott Nokia, we boycott whatever we can boycott.

How many Malaysian or How many Muslim(well, if u wish to talk about religion) will lose their job?

Unless all of us follow the step of Al Arqam. I am not saying the cult or ajaran sesat wise, but their Economy. I remember reading in somewhere, Al Arqam is basically like a small region on their own. They have pretty everything ran by their own people. Coffee shop, clinic, toothpaste, slaughter house, bla..blaaa. They even export their slaughtered chicken to Thailand. They don’t need anyone else, they only need their own member. To me that’s pretty impressive.

So yes, we can start boycotting and make it a huge success without letting our own people suffer if we follow the al-arqam style which is an economy wise style.

But the big question is, how far can you support your own nation products?

Sanggupkah anda meninggalkan the gloat-ness about LV, Gucci, Chilis, Prosperity Burger dan sebagainya? *angkat-angkat kening

Long live my blog!

2009-01-19T00:33:00.013+08:00

Hello everyone. I used to think that having a blog was simply having an online diary where people can read, bore themselves and comment on how u think and live. It wasn't a mere assumption, as i was very convinced by blogs that goes like this:

9 am : bangun pagi. but still will golek2 first.
915 : baby woke me up, his voice simply gets me out of bed.
930 : went to bathroom, took shower with cold water bcos my hot water ain't working, ran out of moisturizer. Ish!. What a bad start.
10 am: finish showering.
1030 : breakfast time. I had biskut marie cicah milo 2day.

( I seriously remember reading this sumwhere)

wtfish ryt? Why write something like that for the world to read? and second, which is even more puzzling, is that there are these people around this particular blogger who reads what she blogs about her life 'religiously'?
So don't blame me for thinking that blogs were a total waste of time.

I decided to give these bloggers another chance. I assumed again that the shitty contents of the blog I mentioned were probably because of the age factor.

So i checked out some blogs of people who were way older than I am. I browsed around and after much exploring, I realized that the older the blogger, the more mature and interesting the blog! and i guess it is true when the older you get, the more tales you can tell.

Check out this links. The links may indicate bloggers that are very political to some, but in my opinion, they are venting out issues that are of important information, as well as their feelings towards these things.

Its just that what I'm trying to say is, IF ITS READABLE, MAKE SURE ITS WORTH READING.

How to Live Like a Goddess

2009-01-06T14:42:00.008+08:00

ignore the title yeah.=p

Fair enough, I'm having a bit of a wastless tuesday. But then I saw this page and this site inspired me. It's truly moving, and I'm sharing it with you in the spirit of love. =)

hearts

2009-01-05T22:32:00.006+08:00

Do u remember how we used to be
Before u realized u have fallen for me
Yes, those were the days where u and i
Were friends mouth to mouth and eye to eye
I didn’t care how awful I look
And care any less too u could
I showed u my worst side
But u stayed by my side

Strange how we ended up this way
Life is indeed unpredictable
Full of surprises and obstacle
We never prayed for this to happen
But it did like a magical accident

Things are very different now
Im yours and you re miraculously mine somehow
We’ve been through ups and downs together
When there is a lot of noises out there
When at times we fall so hard
When sometimes things doesn’t go the way we planned it to be
When life isn’t always filled with rainbows and butterflies
Whether we will last or how far we will go
None of us will ever know

If someday your heart might change
I’ll never forget this wonderful lane
The lane which lead us to fantasy
Or shall I say a dream-like reality
Our treasured story can’t never be replaced
It will be a memory that no one can erase
A love story ever so rare
A secret we will forever share
Please promise u wont forget it too
For it will be a history of us two

Yet if our love are meant to last
Be together forever we must
I’ll try the hardest I can
To be the best for my going-to-be man

p/s:All the best for your maths paper!

40 years later

2008-12-10T12:23:00.008+08:00

Being old scare most people...
I mean who had want to be wrinkly, frail and with practically no energy even to move to the couch right in front of you. As for women being old means losing one's beauty and it might even mean losing the love of your life. So basically not a lot of people look forward to get old.

Losing the love of your life is hard enough but what about losing the love of your children. We hear stuff nowadays bout kids sending folks to the home and leaving them there to die.
BUT is that much better than staying with your kids and having them scorn at you and hurting you with their words.

I'd rather go to the home and live in pampered ignorance rather than put in the line of barb and scorn every single second.

People always say that they'll never ignore their old folks but how many actually put that to action and even if they do how many of them does it willingly?

p/s:Love your parents..They're the only ones that you have.

Racism

2008-12-10T10:26:00.002+08:00

Why do we do this to others?
Say racist comments
Do culture bias

Why must you judge when you know they are better in each way?

Different people are not weird
Different cultures are not stupid
Different colours are not funny

Brown,Black,Yellow,White or even Purple!
We are all one race
The human race.

ouch

2008-12-04T10:14:00.006+08:00

Dear Diary,

When i woke up this morning my tummy were super-pain. and i berak like hell. and my asshole hurts when i finally do push that monster out. I was thinking to hold the berak but they say "If you hold it long enough you can tear your intestine/colon and become septic and die".So........

happy happy birthday

2008-11-29T00:30:00.005+08:00

49 is the number where people often said to be old,
Old as an old willow tree beyond the young ones.
But from the heart of a "beloved" daughter,
turning 49 only shows that you are
stronger,
wiser,
macho-er,
CUTER,
and even funnier.

whatever that may come,
do know that you will always be my daddy, my superdad.
and i could never wish for a better father.
From abc's, to the colours of reality,
had you taught to hold our heads up to never give up whenever we fall.

Happy Birthday Dad.
I Love You,
and I pray for your utmost health.

kids

2008-11-12T20:15:00.006+08:00

when you were young?

very very young?
where there's never a problem that might occur in your life,except running away when the school bus are coming?
life seemed easy as it might gets

when all of us are still

kids.

all we wanted was to have FUN FUN FUN.
never we need to worry obout our upcoming lives, exams, our pocket money, our daily expenses, our love lives, and basically everything.

we tend to get everything we want.
Ice creams.Sweets.Barbie's house.blablabla

I find it amusing when i recalled my early years.
things are so cute back then for all of us.
and we are happy as always.

dont you just wanna stay being a kid?

nowadays KIDS are getting more iMMUNE to the technology rather than all of us.
less kids in the field.
less cycling around the yard.
everything is getting LESSER.

REALITY shows that kids nowadays have

MYSPACE,Facebook,Friendster,Ym,Msn and to all other accessable web.

anyway.

see how fast today's kids grow?
is it in a good way?
or the other way round?

we shape the future.
we decide.

Women Bodybuilders

2008-11-08T21:33:00.011+08:00

Do muscles have gender?
Are they obsessed?
What motivates them?
Do they suffer from low-self esteem?
Are they considered as freaks?
Do they have psychological issues?
Do they think they look good? or cute or hot?
What did their bf or husband might say?
What if one day they regret will they have their body like before?

Well..those were questions that came across my mind. U guys decide wether they are sexy or hot or cold.i mean cool =p

kene tag.

2008-11-07T10:25:00.005+08:00

Di-tagged oleh POPO the belly dancer.Here goes the rule:You have to list 7 weird things about yourself, post it in your blog,tag at least 7 people (list their names),
and comment on their blog to let them know that you just tagged them.

And the 7 weird things are:

1-X bole duduk diam.Paling lama boleh tahan,duduk selama 15 minit.Lepastu kaki
akan digoyangkan,org sbelah akan dikacau n kertas akan dilukis rumah,orang kayu
dan butterfly.

2-I hate how the rug in front of the sink in the kitchen feels on my feet.

3-I sort M&Ms n skittles by colour before makaning them.

4-Boleh kembang n kuncupkan hidung laju2.Kaw boleh ke buat laju2?haha

5-Suka gajah.Nnt da besar nk bela gajah.I dont care nk jugak.=)

6-I put my hands between my leg when im cold.

7-Last skali,if Shakespeare was still alive, I would marry him so he would write me
sonnets.=p

If ure reading this,and you have a blog,cOnsider yourself tagged!!
Tp nk tag jgk RAI !!

Did mama tell u not to play with food?

2008-11-03T01:01:00.000+08:00

This is what I google normally when I had to deal with those “kraaaa kreeeg kruuuh” sound inside my tummy.

I then made a conclusion that im HUNGRY! =p

Which matters most?

2008-10-27T18:03:00.000+08:00

Beauty? Wealth? Health?
Intelligence? Popularity?
A genuine heart? A sexy body?
Honesty? Love?
Responsibility? Friendship?
Discipline? Family?
A great wardrobe? Influence?
Talent? Freedom?
Control? Glamour?
Peace?
WHAT?

What's important to you?
How do you live your life?
How do you define who you are?
Are you happy with who you are?

Sometimes, I think it is about realizing that each of us are given unique and different gifts.
Yea not one person is the same when it comes to looks, opportunities, IQ levels, financial status and lifestyle. But we can CHOOSE who we want to be. We can choose to be kind, loving, forgiving, honest, trustworthy, disciplined, happy, spiritual, responsible, and every good thing that makes you happy to be who you are!

So I'm teaching myself to embrace that freedom to choose to be who I'd like to be. :)

And therefore,Happiness is a CHOICE.

Rockstar!

2008-10-26T14:29:00.000+08:00

I’m listening to the music
I’m tapping my ugly feet
My heart is rhythmically beating
I’m moving in my seat

I’m listening to the music
My so handicapped fingers are tapping
My head is banging
To the artist that rapping

My fingers are moving
I’m losing my mind
I’m rocking and rolling
To the air guitar I find

My heart is the drum
My hands on the guitar
I’m singing and shouting
Oh yeah I’m a mega rockstar

Living Dead

2008-10-25T01:31:00.000+08:00

I feel unalive.Not just dead.Just not alive.

I just want to i dont know..maybe fly a kite
Run around the beach..
Play UNO and Maria Sharapova with you.

I want to see the sunrise on top of the mountain
I want to walk in the rain.
Adopt a ferret.But they say ferrets stinks.

I just want to be in touch again. I feel disconnected.

But what makes me feel dis way anyway?

.............................................................................

Ohh by the way here i present you a picture of the baby ferret.
But im not so so sure wether its a baby or the mommy or a father of the baby.haha.

seeeeee!!i told u its cuTE.

Happy Thoughts

2008-10-24T11:43:00.000+08:00

Snow world
The Spiderman ride
Bubble baths
Looking at picture of happy people
Getting text messages and calls
from loved ones
My Family
Playground friends
The h.a.w.d
A neat and clean room
Chocolates
Dora The Explorer
Eating with people who have passion for food
Rainbows
Dying to study and end up writing supp
Walking in the rain
When somenone misses you
Kites(when they get up there!)
Having someone hold your hand
Huggs
Receiving heartfelt gifts
Cool breezes on a hot day
Children and how they think
Clorets
Ayam Penyet
Love and Being loved
Beaches and the suyas(mind my spelling)
The paralyze little creature "Bobby Santiago"
Singing in the shower
Csi
Popcorn from GSC-so deliciously caramell-y and buttery
Drawing craps
My space
Dancing elephants
Knowing that you are not your mistakes or errors
Knowing that you are the person you want to be
Knowing that you want to be good and kind
Knowing that in your quest to be; you are.

There! I feel SO much better now. *SMILES* =)