tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277941672024-03-24T02:12:57.890+08:00Its Simply Just a Wordsreappraise - rearrange - receptive - reconsider - redevelop - restructure - rethinkAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.comBlogger481125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-57911289063671333062012-02-07T00:17:00.001+08:002012-02-07T00:17:57.974+08:00Hey !!!Its just a dean's list.<br />
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finally.<br />
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and that's it.<br />
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didn't get anything.<br />
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thank you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-38777939485263051772012-01-23T00:28:00.003+08:002012-01-23T00:28:50.507+08:00Happy !!!Happy New Year !!!<br />
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Happy Chinese New Year !!!<br />
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Happy Holiday !!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-84999069009209018982011-12-30T18:09:00.000+08:002011-12-30T18:09:57.772+08:00<ul><li><i>2012 is in less than 2 day</i></li>
<li><i>i decided to write back here</i></li>
<li><i>its been a while, but i need to write things once again</i></li>
<li><i>i just simplified the page. simple in colors, simple in post. i try to make it as simple as possible</i></li>
<li><i>lets make the new year a better world to live</i></li>
<li><i>2011 was damm fun and 2012 gonna be interesting.</i></li>
</ul>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-61237808703943480702010-08-17T06:55:00.000+08:002010-08-17T06:55:04.996+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">sekarang sudah bulan ramadhan,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">kau jangan nak buat dan-dan,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">selamat ber-ramadhan.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">sekian. terima kasih.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-39649257239184089742010-08-08T23:00:00.000+08:002010-08-08T23:00:26.004+08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">almost a month and Ramadan is just around the corner. its been another a while since i post anything here. the last post was about the late Nadia.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">a month after the new semester begin. last week was the convocation week. i used to have my chanced but i blew it. nothing much to complain about it. now i have another 3 years to be there.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm fucking annoying with the course mates, especially my group mates. we suppose to have a meeting to set up the title for our assignment. i told them about this a week ago, we gonna meet tonight for the last deciding about the tittle... go to the library and find all the book that you guys need.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">but that </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">melayu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, i mean </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">orang</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> yang </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">layu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. none of them were going to library and none of them are here. fuck off !!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sometimes i just don't want to take this responsibility to be a leader of any group. i know I'm better with any assignment individually. i hate people who are so lazy and keep complaining. plagiarism is a cancer for those who practice it. and i have uni student who are so lazy to read materials in English and just used the translator to translated all the material.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm piss off and fuck off !!! end of the story.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">selamat</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">menyambut</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> the upcoming </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ramadhan</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-14137127144243904032010-06-17T03:10:00.001+08:002010-06-17T03:11:12.673+08:00A thousand words won't bring you back i know because I've tried, neither will a million tears i know because i've cried.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"><span class="quote" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>A thousand words won't bring you back i know because i've tried, neither will a million tears i know because I've cried.</b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b> </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>"Word are easy to say, feeling are hard to express.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Photo are easy to snap, memory and moment always gonna be there."</i></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-366609016033171472010-04-19T15:29:00.004+08:002010-04-19T15:46:14.707+08:00Hey Dusty Owner<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">hey dusty page !!!<br /><br />where have your owner gone missing ?<br /><br />i don't know... people just said he gone missing.<br /><br />some said he went for a good holidays and didn't find the way back.<br /><br />but there some said that he lost in his own world...<br /><br />there no ways back home and he'll stay there permanently.<br /><br />some said, he just don't want to be found. and he love to be like that.<br /><br />there some said, they saw him, he called him...<br /><br />but he just look at them smiling and walk away.<br /><br />i don't know where is he.<br /><br />but i know he is there somewhere.<br /><br />its just he not want to be found...<br /><br />at least...<br /><br />at least for now.<br /><br />may we pray for him<br /><br />may he found himself<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-54876536402683307792010-04-04T08:03:00.001+08:002010-04-04T08:05:35.414+08:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">live<br /><br />love<br /><br />work<br /><br />play<br /><br />come<br /><br />go<br /><br />leave<br /><br />stay</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-30222351012872820822010-02-18T02:52:00.003+08:002010-02-18T02:55:55.575+08:00Unknown<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><i></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will.</span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.</span></i></span></div></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i></i></span></div></i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-14359919254635766542010-01-28T02:03:00.002+08:002010-01-28T03:11:06.232+08:00<h3 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."</span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PuVIFppxjtc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PuVIFppxjtc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="500"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">things are not the same anymore. people always keep moving forwards, keep moving on, keep lets things go. its a human nature actually. we tend not to things about the past so much. for human being, the past is a history, was a history for them. there are not need to remember about the past.<br /><br />but when we talking about moving forwards, moving on, keep looking in front and not turning back...honestly are we being sincere to ourselves ? do we really forget all those moment we have. those time we spend together, those meals, those late night hang out, those long way back from mid to college on our tired foot... do you really had forgotten all the memories that we all had together.<br /><br />i'm not... i'm still not moving on when its come to our moments and memories together. you may say anything you want...but im not gonna lets this things call moments and memories go away.<br /><br />if only i have the chance...if i have one more chance to see you, just one more time...i just gonna tell you that i really miss you... i want you to be here...at the lowest time of my life, i want you to know i ain't gonna give up yet... and most of all. i just want you to be here<br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-86375809241178349622010-01-24T17:03:00.003+08:002010-01-24T17:30:36.945+08:00The 4th Week Of The 2010<div style="text-align: justify;">its almost the 4th week of the month, same as the 4 week im back to the campus. there been a lot of different between the current and the past when i was at the campus. the previous years im in campus, its more like enjoys my days, going out, having fun and so little of education. but now its a different...its like i always have assignment every week, a job need to be done, a dateline that need to be rush and to learn the lecturer slang.<br /><br />i enjoy my stay at campus right now. the studies is so fun, the lecturers is very supportive and the new classmates is crazy. i mean, during the class, laughing is a must and that include the lecturers. its either we who make the joke or the lecturer its self. there also a must debate between the course-mate. to be honest, im enjoy more to be in the class right now compare to my years before. even though, there is a lot of work need to be done, but im enjoy myself here... no pressure of so what ever. its like im go to class, learn new things, talk to the lecturers & friend and make some joke plus listening to the laugh of the class. im happy where i am right now. even, i waste so of my years before...but when i think back, maybe this is what i suppose to do...somethings that always close to my heart but i never realize its until now.<br /><br />as for now, i will never stop searching for the new things here. lets things happened to me before to be an very meaningful experience.<br /><br />btw, <a href="http://mintheartnet.blogspot.com/">amin</a> !!! happy belated birthday !!!<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-77525019612800902232010-01-17T04:46:00.001+08:002010-01-17T04:48:29.367+08:00Dusty But Not Been Forgoten<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Memories...<br />do not forget, do not let go</div><br />~ still remember this ?~Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-74338032304676568722009-12-27T04:14:00.004+08:002009-12-27T04:24:09.446+08:00You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="body"></span><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><span class="body">" I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.</span> "</blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;" class="bodybold"></span><br />its gonna be a fresh new start. and its gonna be a long road to go.<br /><br />its will start and its will end. its just matters how things will end. i want/wish/hope things that happen in past won't be happen again in future.<br /><br /><span class="body"></span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-15748999428224290092009-12-19T06:41:00.003+08:002009-12-19T07:15:55.128+08:00First Time In Life<div style="text-align: justify;">salam awal muharram / maal hijrah / happy hijrahi new year !!!<br /><br />1- i just played my first ever futsal game last weekend. I'm very happy with it. if before this i just heard bout futsal, but by playing it for the first time was a very quite amazing feeling. scored a few goals !!! let go a few goals !!! make fun of people !!! but more than less, people make fun of me as I'm playing as a goalie. yup people !!! its officially & publicly announced that I'm really scare of the ball during my goalie session. hehehehe<br /><br />2- I'm not with baby mia anymore :( when its time to let go, its time to letting her go. a little of sadness is here and there, but i know she will be in a good care. i done a lot of thinking before, its not that i don't love it or so, but i wanna she to be used, not just keep it save in her bag. what do i know, at time like this... there are more things to be done. and i guess, i won't be accompany by any camera for this time around. bye bye baby mia, my lovely first SLR !!! see you when i see you !!! cheers mate !!!<br /><br />3- just now, i had my first ever motorcycle accident in my life. as a result, a got a wrist sprain, a scratch here & there, a little bruises and plus a few deep cut near my knee. for that, i got another 2 stitches on the knee, a dressing that i don't really like it <span style="font-style: italic;">(just cos it look funny + look like mat rempit) </span>and a sprain wrist that make still wake up right know cos the pain !!! i can't imagine it !!! btw, i was heading home and i made a mistake while i break my ride. as a result, i been throw by my ride. alhamdullilah, there was no car behind or in front of me. and alhamdullilah as well cos nothing serious happen. thank to allah, I'm still alive right now :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >p/s : the accident just a few feet from the cemetery. i believe there must be a reason for what just happen. and i will learn somethings from it. and alhamdulillah again, I'm still alive :)</span><br /><br />4- i meet those cikgu-cikgu !!! haahahhhaah !!! habis lah anak-anak murid mereka !!!<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-40433447332382697312009-12-10T05:33:00.005+08:002009-12-10T06:40:01.619+08:00My Dirty Little Secret<div style="text-align: justify;">its been a while since the last post. since then, are there a lot things happen? i bet not, therefore there was no post for the past month.<br /><br />nothing happen, its just another plain me & another plain of month. no nothing !!!<br /><br />i just couldn't sleep tonight. thinking of what i done in the past just make me realize how much of time i wasted over the stupidito and the idiotido i done. yup, there is no way of turn back time. but i had to admit what i did was so cruel. when you disappointed your love one, its make its double right.<br /><br />to be honest, i been dismissed from the varsity last june. yup !!! i got dismissed !!! meaning i got kick out from the varsity.<br /><br />only a few know...<br /><br />and i carry on the burden all alone...<br /><br />regret ? a lot !!! pain ? its here & there !!! scar ? still couldn't heal !!!<br /><br />I'm not here to complain. i never complain for what had happened to me. as for me there is no need to complain. in life, we the one who choose our path. if there others who influence me to do what i done, i don't blame them. cos at the end of the choosing process, i the one who choose what i wanna do.<br /><br />during that period, i done a lot that i never dream to do. i done a lot of wrongs, either from the religion prospective or social life. i betray the trust of my parent for sure. regret ? there a lot to be count.<br /><br />for what had happened, there must be a reason for it. i may only guess what is/was the reason... but Allah always know the best for me. because of Him and the support of my parent, i still survive getting through His 'test'<br /><br />yesterday morning, i got a text message from a friend of mine, telling me that the result for the new semester intake just come out. the good new was, my name is one of the people that been accepted. alhamdullilah... but its gonna be a new course... something that close to my heart but i never realize it.<br /><br />i know, maybe you ain't gonna read this post till the end, or maybe you gonna say that im lucky, or its just "cakap pandai a !!!"<br /><br />but what i try to say is...<br /><ul><li>(i) never ever lost faith in God, for what happen to me, you & us... He always know the best. </li></ul><ul><li>(ii) in life, please don't give up. its doesn't matters what you did/done/happens, if it not according to what you want just don't give. </li></ul><ul><li>(iii) lastly, if you want people treat you as an adult, start be an adult. not try to be, you wanna try, you sit. its time to do thing the right way, not your ways. start to take responsibility !!!</li></ul>that it for now.<br /><br />salam sejahtera semua !!!<br /><br />selamat mengharungi satu hari lagi dalam kehidupan ini.<br /><br />cheers mates !!!<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-68490087213919289772009-10-28T02:07:00.001+08:002009-10-28T02:23:48.743+08:00Oh Kamu !!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"if i have to choose, i choose not to choose anything. its too many option and its hard to choose just one."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJQDDYILXKY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJQDDYILXKY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-13339485921406843682009-10-17T03:38:00.001+08:002009-10-17T04:13:19.994+08:00A Speechless Girlfriend - A Clueless Guy - A Jealous Friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM-Z9E7RJLI/Sti-EyeywpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/vTPQTna4Jps/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM-Z9E7RJLI/Sti-EyeywpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/vTPQTna4Jps/s400/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393269543255851666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Speechless Girlfriend - A Clueless Guy - A Jealous Friend</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">An Indonesian - A Malaysian - A Sabahan</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">p/s: could this show how mess at that time the relationship between the three state based on the their face expression </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(ignore this p/s)</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">this is one of my favorite picture of the year, maybe its gonna be one of the all time picture i ever have.<br /><br />what do you think really happen (i) during this moment, (ii) before this moment & (iii) after this moment. if you asking me, i can tell you that i love what happen during all that moment. even though i was on the field before the pic taken, i keep looking at the bench for what happening there. for those who close to me, they may know what is all about.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">this is what happen when two close people in my life are not really 'in' for each other. if you in my situation, what would you do ? as for me, at that time of moment i don't know what should i do.<br /><br />but if there is a movie, about a guy who wish to please everyone around him, especially those who close to him, can this picture be the poster for that movie?<br /><br />i don't really know what should i write about right now. I'm alone, i drink a glass of nescafe, i ate a lot of banana just now & i'm watching Ada Apa Dengan Cinta.<br /><br />and again, I LOVE THE PICTURE !!!<br /></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-38524137368249990532009-10-16T04:02:00.000+08:002009-10-16T04:03:57.431+08:00I Just Miss You<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i wish you are here right now.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">so i can tell you what had happened to me, how a rough life i been through.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">sometimes i just feel like o wanna cry out loud but i can't.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i don't wanna complain bout, life is wonderful. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i always told people that. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">just there is time that i don't feel so good.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you know what... </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i miss you a lot... </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">as a friend, as a sister, as a person who always listen when i feel bad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i wish you are here... </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">but i know it won't happen. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">its almost 3 month since you gone but i still thinking of you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dear nadia... </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i just want you to know that i always keep you close to my heart...<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">September 11 2009<br />~I Just Miss You~<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-90784537752670454492009-10-08T23:56:00.001+08:002009-10-09T01:33:16.848+08:00Run Budak Nakal Run !!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM-Z9E7RJLI/Ss4hfDYtgRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/NV686Wt7qk0/s1600-h/Budak+Nakal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM-Z9E7RJLI/Ss4hfDYtgRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/NV686Wt7qk0/s400/Budak+Nakal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390282621377675538" border="0" /></a>kid running make me remind how wonderful world of childhood i have. mostly it about having fun and getting scold for having fun too much. its one in the life time memories. so, run budak nakal run !!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-10857204283501634802009-10-07T03:00:00.000+08:002009-10-07T03:01:37.555+08:00ThinkFamily<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwkpH4pcXNwSkus1kgksw9IiVUtdX2zG2q-cx_x40zqig8p2uYQgTlsjIkrgzn0L_cj9qIrL61_03o' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">at this post, i actually suppose to post a poem about how people will remember you and its the opposite of what this ads about. i think i need to postpone the post after i watch this.<br /><br />i download this ads a few days ago but i don't have the opportunity to watch it. i don't know what its all about. i just download its for the sake of downloading, nothing more nor nothing less. but this morning, i suddenly open my lappy and play the video. i don't know what to expect and i don't expect anything.<br /><br />but in the end, i choose to post the ads on my fb and put it on my blog.<br /><br />these few month, i always got my miracle from this kind of stuff. anything from television to internet, everything from reading to movie. i got into a misunderstanding just now. but then by watching this ads, i realize no matters how big or small we have problem with our family, there always gonna be around us no matters what happen.<br /><br />we are not perfect as individual, but as a family we can be perfect by completing each other need.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"sometimes... little things that we didn't notice will make us notice for the rest of our life."</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-64749212159420076522009-10-05T08:50:00.002+08:002009-10-05T08:59:56.283+08:00Amani oh Dafi<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFng74KwtAQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XFng74KwtAQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">last two night mama told me this was true. for that truth, she said that i should look at her and granny. what an example !!!! hahahaha... it is really countable when the similarity is on the health ?<br /><br />but does its the really truth ?<br /><br />if it is the truth, i didn't make a mistake when i broke up for the few last relationship i had.<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-42407061214125081612009-10-01T18:07:00.001+08:002009-10-02T00:34:33.315+08:00Even Angel Falls<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> <blockquote style="font-weight: bold;">miracle [ˈmirəkl]<br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;">1 something which man is not normally capable of making happen and which is therefore thought to be done by a god. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"> 2 a fortunate happening that has no obvious natural cause or explanation.</span></blockquote><br />miracle...<br /><br />it is something that i always believe in. its just come when nobody doesn't expected... when it come, it just come. you'll never know. yup... there is a time when i hope miracle happen but its didn't. but still deep down inside of me, there still a believe it will happen sooner or later.<br /><br />alhamdullilah... there been a miracle happen to me lately. even though its not that what i really want, but it give me hope... a little of hope. i guess a little will never harm me. if thing goes right, i know its Allah will but if its not, i still believe that its not the time yet to get what i wish for.<br /><br />i been through a very rough path this year. the road that i step on is not so clear and straight. regret ? no i don't. cos i know, for what had happen... the one who choose the path is me and not anyone else. therefore, there is nothing to regret for. it is a learning process. life learning process is not easy, sometime to understand its, you need to learn it from the hardest way around. as for me, i learn a lot this few month... more than things that i learn before.<br /><br />to be honest, my life is not so great, its not an easy way around, its not what i wish or dream off. but i don't wanna to complain. damages had been done. there is no way that i can turn back time. I'm sure that i will going to get through this mess sooner or later. and i believe time will heal all those cut, but the scar will always remind me so i won't do the same stupid mistakes again.<br /><br />btw, selamat berhari raya. enjoy all the open houses that you are going to visit. eat healthy food and don't worry about gaining weight.<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-3941977910451868742009-09-18T23:10:00.000+08:002009-10-02T00:34:33.315+08:00May We All Have A Safe Trip<div style="text-align: center;"><span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >" salam sejahtera !!! selamat hari raya aidilfitri, maaf zahir & batin."</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text">i just said its, so what else ? if there is nothing more, just go and have fun with the others. some will celebrate and some will not and some will hate it...<br /><br />see you later in a week time... I'm wondering what <span style="font-style: italic;">'kampung'</span> in store me with. hoping that there won't be to much question that to answer and too nothing to do that will bored me over there.<br /><br />and again...<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="profile_status"><span id="status_text">" selamat hari lebaran !!! forgive me for all my mistake and my stupidity, either its not on purpose and purposely done</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">. "</span><br /><span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text"></span></span></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-21572631297619143702009-09-18T21:55:00.003+08:002009-10-02T00:34:33.316+08:00Respect Others, Do Care Not Just Yourself<div style="text-align: justify;">these days people just being rude for not a good reason. please look your face at the mirror in your toilet before you blame others. treat people with respect and people will respect you. you treat people like shit, people will treat you worst than shit...<br /><br />when you make mistake, admit your mistake and apologize. not arguing just because you have more money than other. and for god sake !!! please others !!! if its not your problem don't ever bother to interfere, its just make things worst.<br /><br />i went to nearby shopping mall with my parent just now and there is this boys who is really rude to the one of the staff at the store. then come from no where the boy's father come and '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mara</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">marah</span>' this staff. but the thing is his son who make the mistake... he just take the '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">baju</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">melayu</span>' to the fitting room without telling the staff and '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">suka</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">suki</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bapak</span>' left the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">baju</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">melayu</span> inside the fitting room. so the staff just tell him did he can't do that... so there been an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">argument</span> between these to people. not a big <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">argument</span>, just the staff tell him what he suppose to do and her boss will be mad if he do that. so the father come with his proud, and kinda 'sound' the staff then he go away. what make me sick is the boy said "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Saya</span> customer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">kan</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">suka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">hati</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">saya</span> a !!!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">wtf</span> !!! so what if you are the customer. does that make you better than her and scold her in the public. if you don't buy the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">baju</span>, there others who will.... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">kurang</span> ajar !!! and i think i know form whom he learn it.<br /><br />actually the staff was quite good, after the incident she come to my parent asking what they want and they talk like nothing happen. she smile like nothing happen. but we never know how she feel after being embarrassed in the public.<br /><br />rudeness come in many ways. its doesn't matter what race or religion you are. its doesn't matter how high is your social status and how less money do you have... its just there because (i think) people doesn't treat others with respect and i also think its because people just don't care about others.<br /><br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27794167.post-91003375121492237032009-09-15T23:04:00.002+08:002009-10-02T00:34:33.317+08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">i know its quite late to wish "selamat menyambut ramadhan & berpuasa di bulan yang mulia ini", but still im wishing this to all Muslims out there. its better late than never right !!!<br /><br />then here go the second wish "selamat hari kelahiran malaysia". its 16 Sept in a few minute, its like an independent days right ? or am i wrong ? 16 Sept is just an ordinary day like other days ?<br /><br />Eid Mubarak/ Eid ul-Fitr is just around the corner, less than 5 days according to calender. so im wishing an early "selamat aidil-fitri" to all Muslims again.<br /><br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13979831264907845160noreply@blogger.com0