tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495144325467563212024-03-06T15:13:18.427+08:00unidentified walking objectdebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-55440979663616181692010-10-23T10:45:00.000+08:002010-10-23T10:45:47.485+08:00Baby, I'm back.I miss myself yapping about nothing. Seriously.debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-54130772966759594702010-06-12T19:53:00.004+08:002010-06-12T22:19:31.234+08:00bagaimana mahu hilang 8 kilo dalam 2 hari mahu hilang 8 kilo dalam 2 hari? <br />
1. potong badan kau<br />
2. sila buang dalam laut;<br />
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sekarang, kau 8 kilo lebih ringan. :)<br />
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<b> any verbal dump / words not for yr thought</b><br />
<b> </b> is going to be in <a href="http://debbris.tumblr.com/">http://debbris.tumblr.com </a><br />
Personal drama stays here. <br />
No updates for now.<br />
Hidup aku bosan macam kura-kura anak lapan;<br />
Word Cup pun world cup laa.<br />
Aku layan Maggi Kari dalam Cup je;<br />
<strike>Malam ni South Korea punya match ehh?</strike><br />
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thank you En. Suhaimi.<br />
For making me watch football tonight. <br />
South Korea vs Greece 2- 0<br />
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:))debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-63704799729320686372010-04-29T23:06:00.000+08:002010-04-29T23:06:23.160+08:00who's the culprit yowhoa. <br />
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dah dua hari aku bangun lambat, around 8. t'was a record. <br />
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sebab selalu aku bangun sangat lambat. ( even 9 am is a no-no di rumah harap maklum)<br />
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aku pelik sebab dah dua hari aku bangun tdo dan jumpe alarm clock aku w/o battery. someone took out the battery & letak sebelah jam tu. hmm. aneh. <br />
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dalam rumah ni ada dua orang shj.<br />
aku & ibu. so assuming the culprit itu ibu ku sendiri aku malas la nak argue kan. ( if aku tanya ibu kenapa tak kejut; her answer is always the same, <i>pandai-pandai la nak bgn sendiri.</i>)<br />
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seriously.?<br />
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yes, seriously.<br />
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tadi baru aku tau. <br />
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ibu cakap. die tak kacau pun alarm clock tu. so aku rasa aku tau la siapa yg keluarkan battery tu. <br />
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mesti <b>kucing</b> aku yang buat time die tgh mamai-mamai. heh.debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-9278243235112632752010-04-16T00:21:00.003+08:002010-04-16T00:31:18.045+08:00cuba try testIbu-ibu kadang-kadang boleh jadi punca kau stress especially bile diorang membebel. Kan?.<br />
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Aku tak kisah la. Dah 21 tahun hidup tadah telinga. Tapi aku ada strategi paling mudah untuk buat ibu-ibu diam tanpa perlu kau jadi durhaka. <br />
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Caranya?.<br />
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Senang je bai.<br />
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1. Drive di waktu petang time apek2 balik kerja. Kalau setakat jalan dalam taman perumahan kau tolong jgn byk cerita. <br />
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2. Bagi signal ( tak kisah la kiri ke kanan ke )<br />
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3. Tolong jangan pandang side mirror, rearview mirror whatever mirror la.<br />
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4. Dalam 5 saat kemudian, akan ada kereta yang berada hampir / dalam lingkungan 10cm dari kereta kau.<br />
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5. Tolong pura-pura cool.<br />
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6.Elaklah kereta itu secara bergaya tanpa perlu kereta kau atau kereta itu hon satu sama lain. <br />
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7. Lupakan hasrat kau mahu angkat jari pada apek itu. Kau yang salah. <br />
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8. Tahniah. Kau telah berjaya.<br />
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amaran : Jangan lupa letak ibu kau di seat sebelah.debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-28813282231431646842010-03-29T23:22:00.003+08:002010-03-30T02:47:06.460+08:00kisah random di hari yang randomAdibah sedang bobal ( berbual-bual, geddit?) dengan Farah Liyana Mohd Iqbal di sesawang yahoo messenger ketika dia terfikir untuk menulis di belog ini. Harap maklum. <br />
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<b>Kisah random di hari random </b><br />
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i . Aku suka tomyam. Ok. Kenapa aku suka tomyam. Aku pun tak tahu.<br />
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Satu jam dan lima tahun lebih tercangak macam notice board di luar kafe blok aku sambil memerhatikan orang lalu lalang macam aku tak ada kerja lain nak buat, pesanan tomyam aku pun diumumkan di kaunter bayaran ( <i>serius cool guna PA system hanya untuk - maggi goreng mamak pedas 1 - bungkus, mee tomyam pedas 1 - bungkus</i>).<br />
Akhirnya, aku dapat laa tomyam suam-suam kuku alias <b> SEJUK</b>.<br />
<i>Motherfishcaker you say?.</i><br />
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Aku tak la cerewet tahap mogok sanggup tak makan biarkan je rezeki depan mata kan tapi it's the smallest, simplest thing - seperti makanan yang panas yang boleh buat kau happy. So yeah. Sue me for being picky.<br />
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ii. Semalam aku dikejutkan dengan penemuan terbaru <i>if not</i> terbaik. :)<br />
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Jarang-jarang aku lepak di facebook ( ada pun sebab sape ntah suruh up-to-date sikit) tapi malam tadi aku teragak-agak mahu buang masa dengan baca manga so aku bukak facebook dulu. Out of the blue, aku terjumpe satu account ni. Nama macam biasa dengar weh.<br />
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Budak sekolah aku. Sekolah rendah by the way.Ceh, dah add as friend dekat tujuh abad baru nak perasan and so the quest to find the others began. Cari punya cari, jumpa lah a few of my ex-classmates dalam friend list die. Aku add sorang ni cos dari apa yang aku ingat dalam otak budak-budak umur 12 tahun aku dulu la kan, she is one of my kind.<br />
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Tak sampai berapa minit, die approve friend request so I wrote on her wall. <br />
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<b>Still remember me? </b><br />
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And this is what she replied.<br />
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<b>rasa mcm kenal jer budak yg dok nangis selalu tu kan??? dok depan aku n sarah. head prefect yg mmg tak guna tu kan?? kawan kembar si adiba kassim... tul tak tekaan aku?</b> <br />
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oh. true yet so not true. heh. <br />
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iii. Aku kena minum Coke esok. Dah tahap ketagih ni. <br />
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<i> </i>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-21720037366299665912010-03-07T00:20:00.001+08:002010-03-07T03:21:39.204+08:00somehow I managed to conclude this.<span style="font-size: small;">they say</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> & this time, it's for real. </span>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-12623121099657237442010-02-22T20:52:00.002+08:002010-02-22T20:52:48.030+08:00happy birthday<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">for being there for me even when no one else would seem to mind</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">the fact of my existence;</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">bitter title is bitter. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don't put a speck of faith in karma but damn, that thing is scary.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">How'd you feel if one underestimated your potential - just because you don't have the looks or the qualities that his super royal ass demanded for? - <i>macam sampah kan? what?. now you're telling me that I have no self-confidence?. save those pathetic words for your sorry self. </i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">just for the record, THANK GOD that now, he's nothing like what he used to be.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">the attitude is still there ( surprise , surprise ) but let' just say..<b>kau buruk gila laa.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> looks & whatever biotch style u had did get you somewhere & in this case Mr. moronic being ( I don't think that you'll be reading this either so yeah, screw you) </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">karma had just bite you in the ass, go cry at your mama, you silly boy. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">tiap-tiap hari sebelum ke dapur, aku check scale. dan kali terakhir aku check jam sebelas lebih tadi, officially aku sudah hilang 2kg sejak aku sampai ke melaka 6 hari lepas. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">plus, aku tak <i>baca manga</i> dah. darnit. balik terus ada paper bio kot. :((((((((((</span></span>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-15398962203012430502010-01-18T16:26:00.001+08:002010-01-18T21:04:48.228+08:00as kusut as always<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">mcmni, aku pun nak <i>kahwin.</i></span><br />
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</i>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-47344662250867781432010-01-07T21:31:00.002+08:002010-01-08T01:42:13.498+08:00hari mengemas<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/funny/carol-aka-bumblebee/686754c45a.jpg?o=268" target="_blank"><img src="http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac232/carol-aka-bumblebee/686754c45a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />no joke meh;<br /><br /><br />banyak entri yang sudah didelete. <span style="font-style: italic;">harap maklum.</span>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-20333938196926926052010-01-02T14:19:00.002+08:002010-01-02T14:24:08.405+08:00010110<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">الَّذِي خَلَقَ الْمَوْتَ وَالْحَيَاةَ لِيَبْلُوَكُمْ أَيُّكُمْ أَحْسَنُ عَمَلًا ۚ وَهُوَ الْعَزِيزُ الْغَفُورُ </span><br /><br />Dialah yang telah mentakdirkan adanya mati dan hidup (kamu) untuk menguji dan menzahirkan keadaan kamu: Siapakah di antara kamu yang lebih baik amalnya; dan Dia Maha Kuasa (membalas amal kamu), lagi Maha Pengampun, (bagi orang-orang yang bertaubat);<br /><br /><br /><br />al-fatihah untuk;<br />Allahyarhamah Hidayati Hassan ;<br />010110<br /></div>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-13417266856626546562010-01-01T02:29:00.011+08:002010-01-01T03:40:18.080+08:00malam tahun baru. :)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">malam terakhir 2009?</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">01 - aku ada di dalam crowd ini</span>?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1BFoNNDwbfNXCDFCgKEVs8UsL9iAH-zEIXnneMq38hs7WYMb4X7NuJT2zNh58Tu29dj3TX6P7x_kzQ6ZQ7QLXrxmDUi5QPEvBmzebfIT6Cfg1x39kxSONplc0qC5nqnlWa2lyHpgdou9/s1600-h/clubbing.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU1BFoNNDwbfNXCDFCgKEVs8UsL9iAH-zEIXnneMq38hs7WYMb4X7NuJT2zNh58Tu29dj3TX6P7x_kzQ6ZQ7QLXrxmDUi5QPEvBmzebfIT6Cfg1x39kxSONplc0qC5nqnlWa2lyHpgdou9/s320/clubbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421470921755041890" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> 02 - atau ini?</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-Os1MHb9G3k6JsKd2FaKvPwz4Uvi3lfB92dYkjyLeOIMAkKFuL_T3_DsY7ZQnJuAsyAg5pjTDxe97SPBq68pMeTCtEaxbySOtk9BAPQyA2fqnEaPeAWPhMvMnhYm2UteoJNLHGV4wZkq/s1600-h/clubbing.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-Os1MHb9G3k6JsKd2FaKvPwz4Uvi3lfB92dYkjyLeOIMAkKFuL_T3_DsY7ZQnJuAsyAg5pjTDxe97SPBq68pMeTCtEaxbySOtk9BAPQyA2fqnEaPeAWPhMvMnhYm2UteoJNLHGV4wZkq/s320/clubbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421471591942771714" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> 03 - kalau kau sudah ada jawapannya, maaf<br />ANDA SALAH.faktanya;</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> aku hanya sibuk <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">membasuh baju</span></span> di bilik :)</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">but nevertheless I had fun just because, doing laundry is fun</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">&</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">it's a brand new year babyy;</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">like wut fali said ( actually copy -paste -ed in her blogie;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Life is a tragedy for those who feel,</span> and a comedy for those who think;<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />La Bruyere</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">aku hanya mampu kata, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /><br />just deal with it shall we?. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-78660426799511474952009-12-26T23:53:00.013+08:002009-12-28T19:22:19.562+08:00klasik , aneh tapi mantap<span style="font-family:verdana;">isu<br /><br />i .<br />aku mahu kisah chenta yang pelik, tapi tamahu la kan bau kambing satu badan. boleh? pelat pelat Pierre Andre pun lawak komik spastik dia nampak <span style="font-weight: bold;">bodoh</span> dan menjadi ( sila refer cerekarama NIZAM KAMBING jika kau sudah mula pening, aku tamahu explain ).<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span>ii-<br />ketika sedang beli dan belah jam dua petang<br /><br />ayah : diba ada tahi lalat tepi mulut.<br />aku : oh. hmm<br />ayah : mesti mulut <span style="font-weight: bold;">jahat</span><br />aku: memang pun. ( nada sedikit sarcastic, aku senyum ketat, ala-ala tak kisah la distereotype oleh darah daging sendiri)<br /><br />mengapa? kenapa? aku menjawab selancang demikian?.teori ayah aku boleh disangkal setelah aku kaji dan siasat selama beberapa saat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span>yeye je </span><span style="font-style: italic;">aku mulut jahat.<br />macam la mulut aku pernah bunuh orang,kan?. </span><br /><br /><br /></span>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-51364289877926722792009-12-24T09:32:00.000+08:002009-12-24T09:34:03.469+08:00the kind sandman;<i><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.</span><br /><br /></i><i>From the book THE SANDMAN: THE KINDLY ONES by NEIL GAIMAN<br /></i>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-41913194505554404322009-12-05T15:15:00.004+08:002009-12-05T21:57:14.444+08:00aku mahu kaya. boleh ke haa?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br />roket kertas kini mengambil tempahan <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">chocolate chip cookies</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">( serius ni ) .<br /><br /><br /></span><span>hubungi aku untuk maklumat lanjut okay. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-42004482416523509742009-12-01T22:09:00.002+08:002009-12-01T22:12:52.086+08:00oh jolly curryhari indah.<br />bila kau sembur deodorant ke rambut instead of conditioner.<br /><br />siapa la buat botol spray dua-dua tu sama warna eh?<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">bangang</span></span>.debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-18544140423600899142009-11-28T10:23:00.005+08:002009-11-28T10:37:48.478+08:00bukti aku masih hidup<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNGJbgySYueizumPLghyokBaZlYJqCwWuHGQ8kX0ToawA6a5q1hhUdAb5-YXRcQHS-Z71v_egz4eP0qYdUH246ai0k8Kj2vBjKAmmZDO3ob7nyMJqxiVtoLXvirDD6iqHIh3r_9SbK1Bz/s1600/DSC07439.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNGJbgySYueizumPLghyokBaZlYJqCwWuHGQ8kX0ToawA6a5q1hhUdAb5-YXRcQHS-Z71v_egz4eP0qYdUH246ai0k8Kj2vBjKAmmZDO3ob7nyMJqxiVtoLXvirDD6iqHIh3r_9SbK1Bz/s320/DSC07439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408974748153518034" border="0" /></a> 01;<br />kembali menganas<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzXNXFQAOyiluTlsBKbQCFFfERmZJsz2QJCS_UF9r6mPeOSrzSLrcbSvDcn7egi_utSQ91Bwi9eLcOu_WkkrFsRpJe0wLzsNAE2uHhIj_zDxH43wdVIsB-thd9EbkAfCPzu3DUn-xISVd/s1600/DSC07437.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRzXNXFQAOyiluTlsBKbQCFFfERmZJsz2QJCS_UF9r6mPeOSrzSLrcbSvDcn7egi_utSQ91Bwi9eLcOu_WkkrFsRpJe0wLzsNAE2uHhIj_zDxH43wdVIsB-thd9EbkAfCPzu3DUn-xISVd/s320/DSC07437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408975132608871458" border="0" /></a> 02 ;<br />meraikan kakaknya masih hidup -<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">octopus dance</span>;<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKmY5MhMAWNdqTWqsH3FgN2hHI2SDCsUYvp4Ke3M9RzvxzU7h0HTTy3BLWJY0-2DrkOU2hgIRYlyyQWzNUOhz-eWJ88NRdS05_0yszwPRE3twbRlzrzh6hFUje9saZKOxsyLdbUtV-rVs/s1600/DSC07344.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKmY5MhMAWNdqTWqsH3FgN2hHI2SDCsUYvp4Ke3M9RzvxzU7h0HTTy3BLWJY0-2DrkOU2hgIRYlyyQWzNUOhz-eWJ88NRdS05_0yszwPRE3twbRlzrzh6hFUje9saZKOxsyLdbUtV-rVs/s320/DSC07344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408977479139128418" border="0" /></a> 03;<br />lansung tiada kena mengena<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-3NZpwbgW8-lQUKbWlSdI3ANZ_skYxa9luqWg57eXt2-BYqEASppqjZ4yS5L-s5g4iaN-Fw7g49MbgGZnnFDzbDHLH3Mr8QT5osF93ddhYjwf2c4ddEbFF0RGoYefGVr-w_BUDPIjO1N/s1600/DSC07464.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-3NZpwbgW8-lQUKbWlSdI3ANZ_skYxa9luqWg57eXt2-BYqEASppqjZ4yS5L-s5g4iaN-Fw7g49MbgGZnnFDzbDHLH3Mr8QT5osF93ddhYjwf2c4ddEbFF0RGoYefGVr-w_BUDPIjO1N/s320/DSC07464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408977874765916306" border="0" /></a> 04;<br />kalau terjumpa <span style="font-style: italic;">ini </span>di tepi jalan, <span style="font-style: italic;">tolong</span> pulangkan<br /></div>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-38268600767134492342009-11-18T02:14:00.009+08:002009-11-18T17:39:11.092+08:00rumah kosong<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />01- rumah saya kosong</span><br /><br />siapa yang sepatutnya suprised ni?.<br /><br />( nasib baik kucing aku ada, dia yang tolong bukakan pintu)<br /><br />kan aku cakap. kucing aku <span style="font-style: italic;">baik. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> kenapa, tak percaya kah?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">02- sebab kejakunan </span><br /><br />oh Fazura~ Intan Mastura ~<br />( aku SUKA sejak zaman sebelum Gol & Gincu lagi ok? - so shaddup kalau kau teragak nak tanya kenapa mengapa dan bagaimana aku terjebak dalam kegiatan <span style="font-style: italic;">tidak sihat</span> ini , haha , she's a million folds better than <span style="font-weight: bold;">suarakepamSandha</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">geddit?, walaupun efek grafik& visual Pisau Cukur bagai aku sangat .. umhh. no comment; )</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">03- phobia 5</span><br /><br /> aku <span style="font-style: italic;">menjerit jerit</span> & tergelak gelak ( serentak ) . neraka sungguh cerita pertama. serius, tak tipu.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">dan bla bla bla ;</span><br />aku percuma sehingga awal bulan hadapan jadi sila hubungi selepas waktu pejabat jika perlukan sebarang khidmat rakan sebaya untuk teman kau shopping, bowling, karaoke, swimming, cycling, boxing, marching, dancing , snorkeling & jogging dsb ,<br /><br />- kalau nak suruh <span style="font-style: italic;">selamatkan dunia</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> atau kucing atas pokok</span> , sila cari Superman.debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-82073972784887514472009-11-08T19:48:00.005+08:002009-11-08T19:57:24.373+08:00picblog - 01<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMk-y09UH92xZkWCX8m2ydL3tgY_DAunxfghu4dcWwxcnf1cIQxZ2GIOjLc_ZItsRUsEPAjyLMu0aBxerry2jNnWZsXfopVC7VO4mN8bKQlMbSJ-F4I2QWffRAvZryKoHeqQtP2O_p5sC/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMk-y09UH92xZkWCX8m2ydL3tgY_DAunxfghu4dcWwxcnf1cIQxZ2GIOjLc_ZItsRUsEPAjyLMu0aBxerry2jNnWZsXfopVC7VO4mN8bKQlMbSJ-F4I2QWffRAvZryKoHeqQtP2O_p5sC/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401699294317969138" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />this baby was created - yesterday.<br /><br /><br />credits;<br />base - photobucket<br />the poem / emo bllshit / whatever it is - adibah suhaimidebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-9338224328473884002009-11-03T18:50:00.019+08:002009-11-04T05:05:21.883+08:00& I like what I seeorang cakap ,<br />tak baik tidur waktu petang tapi aku gatal juga mahu cuba<br /><br />- cuba la sangat , selalu je aku tidur waktu tak patut ni<br />( note : aku tersembam di katil jam 5 pagi semalam, kira reasonable la aku tingtong tadi kan? Kan?. Kan?)<br /><br /><br />Ok. Itu bukan pointnya.<br />Aku telah bermimpi.<br /><br />Kau rasa nightmare kah lollipop suwwwittt dream?.<br />Dalam kes ini, aku tak tahu mahu klasfikasi mimpi ini di bawah kategori mana kerana ia amat pelik lansung menghairankan. ( ayat ini agak ke-Indon-nan, harap maklum, aku bukan racist. berapa kali gue udah bilang dong? )<br /><br /><br />okay. Enuff. Stop.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ciri-ciri mimpi terbabit - yang aku bagi 5 bintang sebab tak silap aku ia bukan hitam putih seperti selalu tapi dalam High Definition warna-warni macam kau tonton tv plasma Sony. </span><br /><br /><br /><br />1- Tiada kelibat<br /><br />- Godzilla ( cicak gedang yang hanya Ultraman sahaja suka lawan )<br />- Chucky ( cameo : Seed of Chucky - aku rindu horror flick ini ),<br />- Freddy VS Jason ( versi old skool yang aku pernah tonton di common room sekolah zaman Form 3 jam berapa pagi entah )<br /><br />tapi mengapa aku bangun dalam keadaan - ketakutan seperti diselubungi sesuatu?.<br /><br />Oh, crap. Aku dibaluti selimut tebal. Memang la pun.<br />.<br />..<br />...<br /><br /><br />Mari kita teruskan.<br /><br /><br />2 - Aku telah terlepas mengambil paper Workshop mme1103 ( yang telah pun aku jawab Jumaat lepas). Aku sampai-sampai sahaja orang ramai sudah meninggalkan dewan. Kau bayangkan tahap kechuakan aku saat ini.<br /><br /><br />3- Entah bagaimana, aku telah sampai di kawasan dewan terbabit menaiki kereta yang aku sendiri tak kenal siapa pemandunya tapi yang ternyata kami telah lambat ke peperiksaan yang sama kerana riak wajah dia tiga kali ganda gelabah daripada aku.<br />Budak perempuan itu sempat suggest kami berdua ambil MC bersama-sama semata-mata mahu bagi alasan kepada lecturer. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Siapa kau wahai orang?, Muka kau tak familiar lansung ah. </span><br /></span><br />4 - Aku telah bantah idea si perempuan berkenaan dengan riak wajah sopan , gaya <span style="font-style: italic;">skema ala ala pengawas sekolah rendah baju biru tali leher kuning</span>. Lepas tu aku tanya, <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">kau ada tudung lebih tak?.</span></span> Sebab kepala aku togel ( rambut mengerbang ditiup angin??). Aku juga telah menyarung jaket entah siapa-siapa punya entah sebab baju aku waktu itu agak - tidak menepati dresscode universiti.<br /><br />5 - Lagi menghairankan.Keluar sahaja kereta, aku nampak <span style="font-weight: bold;">dia</span> - sedang tersenyum dengan shirt warna hijau gelap , skinny jeans - aku suka jika pola pemakaian begini.<br /><br />* sila nyanyi apa-apa , aku syorkan lagu tema Olimpik* muzik selingan sahaja ni - efek dramatik.<br /><br />Dia - laki-laki yang aku suka sejak aku berumur 15 tahun ( hingga sekarang) dan dia memang satu universitas dengan aku. ( dalam alam bukan mimpi pun ). Aku jadi tak keruan - haha - lantas berlari mengejar lecturer yang sedang bergegas keluar bawak kertas jawapan. wtf ( semakin pelik kan?)<br /><br />Terbukti, mimpi aku memang <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">mengerikan.</span><br /><br /><br />Aku tak ingat kenapa aku bangun tapi bila aku buka mata , secara automatik , sepertimana biasa aku bangun tidur , aku akan check jam handphone. Tapi, apa-apa yang terpampang . Telefon bimbitku berkelip-kelip, mintak dikopak dua. Dalam kemamaian, aku menurut cakap.<br /><br /><br /><br />6 missed calls.<br />Dan semuanya daripada ayah.<br />Oh f - oshizzle.<br /><br />Dalam kemamaian juga , aku telah membuat panggilan terus kepada Encik Suhaimi dengan wajah kusam ( sempat cari cermin bila bangun tidur tidak kira la di rumah kah di asrama kah. Menarik bukan?. )<br /><br />aku pasti ayah tidak faham apa aku cakap sebab dia call semula kira-kira 10 minit kemudian.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />{ terima kasih kerana begitu masak dengan perangai </span>anakmu ini }<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sebelum aku mahu kata bai-bai :<br />Walau pun hanya sesingkat dua jam , tidur mampu buat kau gila - lebih-lebih lagi kalau kau layan bantal selepas waktu Asar. . kalau bosan sangat petang-petang tu,baik aerobik sorang-sorang dalam bilik - lagu WonderGirls , So Hot dan bayangkan kau hot walaupun realitinya, kau tak.<br /><br />ok?. Set.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />just pasted this;<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPG96GIjBS7EKueOfaYARKGZ_EpSc52lRcCmdmyO3CUb3LgTeCrdrFetQEOwtVeUj4A9UqjsNhzG7Nddq3e7MHM5-DpcnFPNW03zRYFjGHHIB6gzH3qD235RNOAt2OiLF1rwPY7jGgFex9/s1600-h/lala.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPG96GIjBS7EKueOfaYARKGZ_EpSc52lRcCmdmyO3CUb3LgTeCrdrFetQEOwtVeUj4A9UqjsNhzG7Nddq3e7MHM5-DpcnFPNW03zRYFjGHHIB6gzH3qD235RNOAt2OiLF1rwPY7jGgFex9/s400/lala.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399960512387372642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />gambar di atas memang blur, setelah edit contrast juga<br />masih blur, setelah resize juga blur, jadi aku give up<br />basically<br />husna mardziah telah isytiharkan di facebook ( wow, aku log in facebook??)<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=853610&id=1179716272">yang dia<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"> tidak boleh hidup</span> tanpa aku. oh yes.<br /></a><br /></div>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-27206008855922501252009-09-17T20:31:00.003+08:002009-09-17T20:42:44.370+08:00kau tak puasa tanpa sebab?Kalau kau saja saja tak puasa <span style="font-style: italic;">tanpa sebab musabab yang kukuh untuk dipercayai.</span><br /><br /><br />Harap maaf.<br />Lagi dua hari kauorang tak boleh raya, faham?<br />Bagi aku jela baju raya kauorang tu.Berapa guni dah kau kumpul?<br />Aku boleh buat online shop dan jadi kaya raya dan mungkin bercuti ke Seoul seminggu dua.<br />serious ni. ( dengan nada tak bermain-main)<br /><br /><br />kenapa? yelah. mcm budak - budak kecik selalu kata.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ey, tak puasa tak boleh raye tauuuu. </span><br /><br /><br />so setakat kumpul baju raya lima enam pasang , kasut dua tiga kotak tapi kau curi-curi makan dalam kereta laa, dalam bilik laaa, hisap satu batang rokok selepas Zohor laa sebab kau dah tak tahan sangat atau lagi best ajak gf/bf kau dating dan makan di tempat awam ala ala kau berwajah Caucasian tapi aku rasa Jawa ja kan ( ini bukan kenyatan yang menyokong perkauman eh),<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">alangkah comelnya perbuatan kauorang kan. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />yeaypoint harikhamis : aku suka la laptop buruk aku ni, sangat tahan lasak. haha ( gelak nervous setelah hampir menjahanamkan harta sendiri )debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-42569818768072954252009-08-06T11:30:00.002+08:002009-08-06T11:39:20.174+08:00blood<p><strong>Type O:</strong></p> Type O’s are outgoing, and very social. They are <span style="font-style: italic;">initiators</span>, although they don’t always finish what they start. Creative and popular, they love to be the center of attention and appear very self confident.<br /><br />Best Traits: Ambitious, athletic, robust and self-confident. Natural leaders.<br />Worst Traits: Arrogant, vain, insensitive and ruthless.<br />Famous Os: Al Capone, Gerald Ford, Mikhail Gorbachev, John Gotti, Crystal Kay,Queen Elizabeth II, John Lennon, Paul Newman, Elvis Presley, Ronald Reagan<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Tend to be loners </span>or leaders and are intuitive, focused, self-reliant and daring. They handle stress better than other blood types and have strong immune systems, a well developed physique and a physically active nature. Blood type O’s tend to have sluggish blood flow and feel better with vigorous exercise for about an hour each day.<br /><br /><br />p/s: aku rasa la kan, aku memang pemilik darah O sejati. <span style="font-style: italic;">I wish. </span>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749514432546756321.post-6573865469735933642009-08-01T21:42:00.005+08:002009-08-01T21:58:23.376+08:00What you are.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/vintage%20funny/tiffanyanne3/funny%20vintage/snowwhite.jpg?o=45" target="_blank"><img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh89/tiffanyanne3/funny%20vintage/snowwhite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Life to anyone ordinary is merely tick-tocks of the clock. Hung on the wall,too stoic - the point of static. Call it the bizarre reality that bites or even gobbles people up, some things in life are just that cruel. We choose and Fate decides. Meeting something//someone even when we know that we will taste the lonesome of a parting afterward. They say life is a simple game. Push that reset button if you can. For ages, we've been told that regrets come later in life but to many , it's already a routine to live one. In the end of the day, we decide who we are - or maybe what we are because the reality of the current , we are just entities with names and attitude to match. We live as we desire or perhaps the other way round but we still live. Just because, it's meant to be that way.<br /></span></span><br /></div></div>debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440722810491667034noreply@blogger.com1