tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237018812024-02-08T07:19:37.095+08:00Dunia Ibu Fifi & AmaniVery Little is Needed to Make A Happy Life...
Marcos AureliusUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-33624061658646182952010-07-08T15:49:00.003+08:002010-07-08T15:51:44.099+08:00adios...last entry for this year..and years ahead.<br /><br />when i first started blogging, it was for fun. but recently, been tired and i hate to explain things that not everybody should know. so thank you.<br /><br />have a nice, blessing life..may Allah swt bless you all.<br /><br />:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-63753799099891931172010-06-03T23:26:00.002+08:002010-06-03T23:40:34.556+08:00This is ME..degil..<br /><br />tak pernah nak faham perasaan org lain..<br /><br />keras hati...<br /><br />pentingkan diri sendiri?<br /><br />is this me?<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">i am what i am... maybe i am all above. maybe i myself dont understand myself. but i do know me..</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">ada org tahu ke yg aku ni jenis pendendam? yg aku ni jenis simpan dalam hati sampai berkarat, sampai bernanah, sampai berdarah? no....tak ramai yg tahu...</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">ada org tahu ke aku ni jenis tadah emotional burden? tak ada... sbb aku sendiri tak tahu mcm mana nak bagitau org lain apa yg aku rasa sebenar..most of it terkurung dalam kotak. bila aku bukak, aku sendiri yg menangis sbb tak ada org faham...siapa yg nak faham kalau diri sendiri tutup kotak tu rapat2 kan...</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">tapi ini aku.... this is me. please try to understand...ada sebb kenapa aku berdiam. jgn dipaksa minta aku faham org lain sedangkan org lain tak cuba nak faham aku. jgn minta aku bukak pintu hati yg kering ni sbb dah terlalu lama kering...biar aku tadah mcm mana pun, bila aku dah sakit, aku tak bole berlakon aku sihat. bila aku dah putus asa pada harapan yg sedikit, there is no turning point for me anymore. </span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">let me be me..let me be happy for the sake of me. let me open my box little by little. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-14036256680528684522010-05-26T23:02:00.002+08:002010-05-26T23:11:45.730+08:00i guess...i can wait...i can understand...<br /><br />and i know i have to give some time for you to settle down<br /><br />but this heart insist to hear your voice...<br /><br />to know that u are ok...<br /><br />to know that u can cry with me<br /><br />to know that you can share every single bit of your tears..<br /><br />i really want to hear your voice...<br /><br />i really need to stop this aching heart of mine..<br /><br />am i selfishUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-66153567802862970762010-05-24T17:51:00.003+08:002010-05-24T17:54:57.837+08:00the same old mei'm still the same old me k...noticing some of my old friends keep insisting that i LOOK different (well..age does play some role) and that MY OLD SELF also changing..which i dont i am..am i? nay...still clumsy as ever, impatient as ever, moody- well..it does change a bit..<br /><br />i'm still the same..believe me..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-41808979168559880972010-03-29T22:40:00.002+08:002010-03-29T22:43:04.412+08:00hotzzzdah lama tak ujan kat segamat ni...malam ni ujan sat jer.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-78159583186860513642010-03-01T23:22:00.002+08:002010-03-01T23:30:52.692+08:00what new in my life?havent been updating my blog for awhile uh. been busy with my kids and trying to get my hands on flower dipping..much to my regret, it was indeed a tricky process and i've been very frustrated as the time goes by. haih..newey..am not going to give up, not when i'm planning to have MY dip flowers for my bro in law's hantaran...i can understand why people charging rm 15 and above for ONE dip flower..it was indeed a frustrating process (or it just me?).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-43387375107299271302010-01-18T22:34:00.005+08:002010-01-18T23:11:34.116+08:00hantaran pertunangan my bro in law<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjStB31TIc9UPzrVQj_oaH2Z4NQqdpbNy7So-JGpvRtHHvgIUklyMSJYZ7VYgEhwn-e_ZvlVzaCyJrns4n2_r0YXdbMzRik63OqYgAuYRxXdY9_rgIEgL43oiJsXpE7y6kPGw/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428097445171818018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFjStB31TIc9UPzrVQj_oaH2Z4NQqdpbNy7So-JGpvRtHHvgIUklyMSJYZ7VYgEhwn-e_ZvlVzaCyJrns4n2_r0YXdbMzRik63OqYgAuYRxXdY9_rgIEgL43oiJsXpE7y6kPGw/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtO7oVqnZtqOOjILpMhiHnVnEMjxKKS4e454_XRFyrkK39JNGuLQrkoybgqENm_zPeOaJ8X2mrghrT46GHX2xzmL2TcE016wlNuhg_PPuBGq6rwF2gyu0V99YuJ0m0M2oeD5pu/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428092920229374690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtO7oVqnZtqOOjILpMhiHnVnEMjxKKS4e454_XRFyrkK39JNGuLQrkoybgqENm_zPeOaJ8X2mrghrT46GHX2xzmL2TcE016wlNuhg_PPuBGq6rwF2gyu0V99YuJ0m0M2oeD5pu/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpLzErpPx3UMEGQfVZm0XtZb8QbhHqNJKBuccFNMhp4GvaDz7JtQch-xulf7FY4zvZ8hpi9UQhyphenhyphenyQfWXzM8iBo70Jv2hkacxyk-8To5KrJkdgg4t52zI1r7Ea0lTdq9rKrteq/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428092911084263762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpLzErpPx3UMEGQfVZm0XtZb8QbhHqNJKBuccFNMhp4GvaDz7JtQch-xulf7FY4zvZ8hpi9UQhyphenhyphenyQfWXzM8iBo70Jv2hkacxyk-8To5KrJkdgg4t52zI1r7Ea0lTdq9rKrteq/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /></a> bekas cincin<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7f90NxVf5k3q2U3lzqrVuMBHH4ocFo5qQZZQssKKmZbo_rWyO8OcbqN2NP3TRPkZatEbE7z7rmugsn6SNf4X67LImWhqEZ_JE2tb31QqlqWkOMmvN-SoZ8Dx0tRT7YhFElHFl/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428092899143503314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7f90NxVf5k3q2U3lzqrVuMBHH4ocFo5qQZZQssKKmZbo_rWyO8OcbqN2NP3TRPkZatEbE7z7rmugsn6SNf4X67LImWhqEZ_JE2tb31QqlqWkOMmvN-SoZ8Dx0tRT7YhFElHFl/s320/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYPH74OJ6DDJ85GtDZycoxAgI_ZBefwAWjd0Upq9513TTqIVXOBBnggflieEmEO4tcbuGaaAaBQp9i06EKglFBc4xURsjiFJFfgV0MBuadDNUzkRwAF6TAj4jfr9-Q4XAmIMF/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428092891087069058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYPH74OJ6DDJ85GtDZycoxAgI_ZBefwAWjd0Upq9513TTqIVXOBBnggflieEmEO4tcbuGaaAaBQp9i06EKglFBc4xURsjiFJFfgV0MBuadDNUzkRwAF6TAj4jfr9-Q4XAmIMF/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /></a> hantaran buah<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>wish i could do more...but alhamdullilah....done it with budget given and thankful that the ceremony went well for both parties. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-45279305263875536102010-01-16T00:09:00.001+08:002010-01-16T00:14:54.265+08:00komppius<div align="center">tak tau nak cakap apa...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">otak tak jalan bab2 ni</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">bingung sebenarnya</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">nak nasihat pun tak reti </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">sakit kepala lak pikir benda2 ni</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">haih...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-64378609211928084352009-12-28T23:14:00.003+08:002009-12-28T23:27:47.242+08:00bz year?<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">next year insya Allah, we are going to welcome new members to the family.</span></div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">no, i'm not pregnant...yet.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">on my huby' side, this january i'll be busy preparing for my bro in law's engagement. seronok dapat buat hantarn for him..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">wedding? maybe next year jgk but tak confirm bulan brapa..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">on my side lak..insya Allah..my sis bulan march. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">moga2 dipermudahkan...insya Allah. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">lani otak tengah duk pikir nak decorate mcm mana utk hantaran my bro in law...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">since the theme is pink, i need to be a bit more creative...yelah...pink tu....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">anyway..may Allah bless these couple.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-58110767400311250682009-12-21T22:30:00.004+08:002009-12-21T23:10:27.063+08:00suprise from huby<div align="left">i am suprised today...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3QzEzML43_vGL1_L9iUqQrAw_umnmyw8IaGL1Awba35wLC5xI5YBis_xfs4bXp6zvjwBsdh2Ny75oFE2MjXl3rLbSggxmNq_WGSKJeBBrDj7mmmKOKCCvn4AHo8JK-1Ptr8d/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417698921644004706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3QzEzML43_vGL1_L9iUqQrAw_umnmyw8IaGL1Awba35wLC5xI5YBis_xfs4bXp6zvjwBsdh2Ny75oFE2MjXl3rLbSggxmNq_WGSKJeBBrDj7mmmKOKCCvn4AHo8JK-1Ptr8d/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="left">dapat besday present from huby...</div><br /><br />p/s: i'm sharing the same besday with jackson rathbone..(vampire jasper) huhuhu.except i'm older than he is lah<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3QzEzML43_vGL1_L9iUqQrAw_umnmyw8IaGL1Awba35wLC5xI5YBis_xfs4bXp6zvjwBsdh2Ny75oFE2MjXl3rLbSggxmNq_WGSKJeBBrDj7mmmKOKCCvn4AHo8JK-1Ptr8d/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-70364391408208949902009-12-21T00:15:00.002+08:002009-12-21T00:18:18.918+08:00sweeti remember one special occasion this month.<br /><br />i remember the date<br /><br />but i dont remember the day.<br /><br />my huby, thank u sayang..... :)<br /><br />wishing my birthday through facebook, so sweeetsss...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-50287823252607534792009-12-20T23:21:00.002+08:002009-12-20T23:40:26.165+08:00reverse role<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdA0A9yVlNjPsk2mwNe-O-gVXNsCsnRpnNdcWE4WY1bHrSO9nK8UWoTq2M3M-FVjraF6jranEho6w-nRBhXQ9hFO2NIPq3sZzzFx16gjWq7IUeUosPsrspKeUvCWp1KrxHzlZd/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417343585314084802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdA0A9yVlNjPsk2mwNe-O-gVXNsCsnRpnNdcWE4WY1bHrSO9nK8UWoTq2M3M-FVjraF6jranEho6w-nRBhXQ9hFO2NIPq3sZzzFx16gjWq7IUeUosPsrspKeUvCWp1KrxHzlZd/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9TgskppRpOATQr63oxzBSjEAGY9RXrV-VK47nl8FNB3uBsekAKnIg1jdq5ASSfzC4XCaqbj23gAAzocZxeRgzOamWdGblvJOqjKTJqUIb09Lw6nXxkTAc7CWNwmqG-_goc_g/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417343579818763906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9TgskppRpOATQr63oxzBSjEAGY9RXrV-VK47nl8FNB3uBsekAKnIg1jdq5ASSfzC4XCaqbj23gAAzocZxeRgzOamWdGblvJOqjKTJqUIb09Lw6nXxkTAc7CWNwmqG-_goc_g/s320/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>fifi and amani...i'm not sure which one the eldest and youngest. reverse role betul budak2 ni...kalau dulu afifah yg garang and selalu nak pukul amani, nowdays, amani lak yang selalu duk kejar fifi dengan raket, rotan or apa shj yg ada di tangan. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>kalau dulu amani yg lari terkedek2 ke dapur cari aku, lani fifi lak yg menyorok bawah kain aku. haih...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-62656080452892414112009-11-29T15:57:00.002+08:002009-11-29T16:02:45.701+08:00received sms from my schoolmate today...one of our friends died yesterday from an accident at grik...she was 3 months pregnant...may she rest in peace..al fatihahUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-62895108474111682692009-10-24T16:05:00.002+08:002009-10-25T00:03:58.924+08:00my angel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9x9F_xUScbvfkN5Szv0txh22g-Z1k6eudShf7In2UXa1EGk8Wuq84q1pFzvpEsUwQXFSY35mCxbJ_j1jY2IJcg6QRDUjBHNkCM-CoVqHbaOTIHnrK-lYhWZ5VAQdoRUjwvVs/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396197820253737074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9x9F_xUScbvfkN5Szv0txh22g-Z1k6eudShf7In2UXa1EGk8Wuq84q1pFzvpEsUwQXFSY35mCxbJ_j1jY2IJcg6QRDUjBHNkCM-CoVqHbaOTIHnrK-lYhWZ5VAQdoRUjwvVs/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>fifi ada role baru dalam diari ibu dia...she will choose which t shirt or blouse for me to wear everytime we went out for outing....demand would be a better word to describe how she bossie me around these days..haih...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-67299023599498718142009-09-29T00:53:00.002+08:002009-09-29T00:57:27.571+08:00salam aidilfitri<div align="center">salam aidilfitri...to those who text me, thank you...via cards, thank you..hope you guys having a wonderful aidilfitri this year with beloved family.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-23006224507831345882009-09-08T23:09:00.005+08:002009-09-08T23:16:03.729+08:00my daughterfifi - during her medical check up.<br /><br />while waiting for her turn, we played with a cute baby girl. what suprised me was that the way she acted towards the baby and how she hold those tiny little fingers so gently. suddenly one of the nurses asked her<br /><br />nurse: kakak ifah nak baby tak?<br /><br />fifi: nak (while looking at her and me)<br /><br />nurse: cakap kat mamala nak baby<br /><br />fifi: nak baby ( not asking me but at the baby's mother) hehehehe...<br /><br />baby's mother: ala, baby ni tak bolehla..nanti acik tak leh tido malam.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-25348866211486038042009-08-07T02:43:00.001+08:002009-08-07T02:45:39.249+08:00clueless<div align="center">I was a quick wet boy, </div><div align="center">diving too deep for coins</div><div align="center">All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys</div><div align="center">Then when the cops closed the fair, </div><div align="center">I cut my long baby hair</div><div align="center">Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere</div><div align="center">Have I found youFlightless bird, </div><div align="center">jealous, </div><div align="center">weeping or lost you, </div><div align="center">american mouth</div><div align="center">Big pill looming</div><div align="center">Now I'm a fat house cat</div><div align="center">Nursing my sore blunt tongue</div><div align="center">Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks</div><div align="center">Pissing on magazine photos</div><div align="center">Those fishing lures thrown in the cold</div><div align="center">And clean blood of Christ mountain stream</div><div align="center">Have I found youFlightless bird, </div><div align="center">grounded, </div><div align="center">bleeding or lost you, </div><div align="center">american mouth</div><div align="center">Big pill stuck going down</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">can someone tell me what this song is all about??????????</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-43262022316834711822009-08-07T02:32:00.002+08:002009-08-07T02:41:55.963+08:00fly away my little bird<div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>touch my sorrow if you can feel my pain</em></div><div align="center"><em>blow away my pain if you can touch my heart</em></div><div align="center"><em>paint me with rainbow if you can see my soul</em></div><div align="center"><em>bleed me if you cant see any</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><br /><br /><br />words...so many voices in my head...cram me with headache. how long have i put my imagination away so it can came into my head like flowless river? i have the urge to write what have been playing in my mind. and somehow, my hand felt lifeless..<br /><br />so many voices......Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-85873913732557449512009-08-07T02:27:00.002+08:002009-08-07T02:32:05.998+08:00hate me<div align="center">I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head</div><div align="center">They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed</div><div align="center">Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone</div><div align="center">Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home</div><div align="center">There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain</div><div align="center">An ounce of peace is all I want for you. </div><div align="center">Will you never call again?</div><div align="center">And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?</div><div align="center">And will you never try to reach me? </div><div align="center">It is I that wanted space</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Hate me today</div><div align="center">Hate me tomorrow</div><div align="center">Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'm sober now for 3 whole months it's one accomplishment that you helped me with</div><div align="center">The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again</div><div align="center">In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night</div><div align="center">While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight</div><div align="center">You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate</div><div align="center">You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take</div><div align="center">So I'll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind</div><div align="center">And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Hate me today</div><div align="center">Hate me tomorrow</div><div align="center">Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Hate me in ways</div><div align="center">Yeah ways hard to swallow</div><div align="center">Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave</div><div align="center">Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made</div><div align="center">And like a baby boy I never was a man</div><div align="center">Until I saw your blue eyes crying and I held your face in my hand</div><div align="center">And then I fell down yelling "make it go away!"</div><div align="center">Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be</div><div align="center">And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Hate me today</div><div align="center">Hate me tomorrow</div><div align="center">Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you</div><div align="center">Hate me in ways</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Yeah ways hard to swallow</div><div align="center">Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-44183502111536816002009-08-04T00:36:00.003+08:002009-08-04T00:57:59.979+08:00unexpected<div align="center">changes</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">is there a limitation to what that can be change?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">or restriction on what can or cannot be change?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">i feel hopeless sometimes</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">whenever changes happen</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">not knowing what the best for myself</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">more than often questioning myself </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">if its the right one for me</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-36191374339087145052009-07-04T23:11:00.005+08:002009-07-04T23:22:51.558+08:00my little garden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Iflad3-2VHRcBpQIHTBCDfuIDs3dM0q3aVyfG3NkQXSmEsBqoficO5ayaa51QtdYXXjYH8v4WXZJkKkEbpfJXiEaJlhh72tghNj-xuQruO7-cM7hKQckPQ0Sae7j4S-m9hc_/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354624780271157890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Iflad3-2VHRcBpQIHTBCDfuIDs3dM0q3aVyfG3NkQXSmEsBqoficO5ayaa51QtdYXXjYH8v4WXZJkKkEbpfJXiEaJlhh72tghNj-xuQruO7-cM7hKQckPQ0Sae7j4S-m9hc_/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoQkSP6rzrgI5HDZib12YnOjww0WQnxBAX12w_RKzjhqEfscuXs956EdO96aeJHR_PBinu8o83my-03vjS27YIJjKoj7oLd00YXNx49xwCANUfjvQ4XNAOKwJ3ndHsmui7_Wn/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63DytQtmi8aiTvwPU2pcjdAzV9-t8lfmLS5w-_5N0K3op9JnGMU7QgHtZNBWLUX98hEYLeFPJGAqYr4OOQHlmXUSGy5CSlsGT82kXkp802kbxJkjwtDYjt_7SSUxAFRWUNIqr/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354624768034835442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63DytQtmi8aiTvwPU2pcjdAzV9-t8lfmLS5w-_5N0K3op9JnGMU7QgHtZNBWLUX98hEYLeFPJGAqYr4OOQHlmXUSGy5CSlsGT82kXkp802kbxJkjwtDYjt_7SSUxAFRWUNIqr/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>actually dah start since bulan 3 lagi. lani baru nampak hasil. inilah keja aku pepagi bila makcik sanniah datang tolong kemaskan umah. adala dalam 54 guni aka pokok. yg seronoknya bila berkebun ni time apa yg kita tanam tumbuh and menjadi. alhamdullilah, dapatla merasa hasil sendiri. </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-65812992271446993922009-07-04T22:59:00.005+08:002009-07-05T23:25:23.786+08:00new pics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfMgDAXY8Gap-0i1jwfi7N2txx6WX3f4cjj1npV-bX5rPovJesyHFm6lJ-pLDkbGoV6vipQiD5xPJ2D03upBLTPaLsYzNFccWp35IYUx2QXk_QdCQv_lmab0y541IlrRmgxPr/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354621748033738402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfMgDAXY8Gap-0i1jwfi7N2txx6WX3f4cjj1npV-bX5rPovJesyHFm6lJ-pLDkbGoV6vipQiD5xPJ2D03upBLTPaLsYzNFccWp35IYUx2QXk_QdCQv_lmab0y541IlrRmgxPr/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWru3YGK3A4b7UIpD8KgRMTbQ0JYSCJuvDPwk-8FD30NQABpRdrT7GTirR_i0o6hrdjU8qaS99KY3u6URmTvUNV5QSnOLtX12CPhaqel6vc-42_YUfr2KEMmyDmK4e9FAGBzd/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354621745274766338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWru3YGK3A4b7UIpD8KgRMTbQ0JYSCJuvDPwk-8FD30NQABpRdrT7GTirR_i0o6hrdjU8qaS99KY3u6URmTvUNV5QSnOLtX12CPhaqel6vc-42_YUfr2KEMmyDmK4e9FAGBzd/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSe-nvDQDb2kNmDX8KRaZkKLztnJQMQQwSiKqyr8UkcXHXgo8QwJ8Ky5I1KQBkhtyfxeNkK5Fc5NmzQqy1HsjxCv-EtoxVhuSLFhHaz86vrppiqMrnQ18tsN-Q44_wn0spI8wX/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354621739212441442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSe-nvDQDb2kNmDX8KRaZkKLztnJQMQQwSiKqyr8UkcXHXgo8QwJ8Ky5I1KQBkhtyfxeNkK5Fc5NmzQqy1HsjxCv-EtoxVhuSLFhHaz86vrppiqMrnQ18tsN-Q44_wn0spI8wX/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdy42-2tGGxF1Tn3OMT80BN3z1d_ZqSqblnhOZMc3xXKAbaC1-FUdS1cK1loLWwAOi6B1g8mRA8OeW7M7XLhVhYbzRjy-4vFAFIgj6JHx1XWZ_z_tkcjbs06c6TeqslaP1qP0Z/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354621738247713890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdy42-2tGGxF1Tn3OMT80BN3z1d_ZqSqblnhOZMc3xXKAbaC1-FUdS1cK1loLWwAOi6B1g8mRA8OeW7M7XLhVhYbzRjy-4vFAFIgj6JHx1XWZ_z_tkcjbs06c6TeqslaP1qP0Z/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />upload from my hphone. today fifi dah start tak tidur petang. nampaknya kena pandai2 ler aku cari apa yg nak kena buat. kesian dia main sorang2 bila amani tido. and lately fifi asyik panggil aku popah jer (opah). haih... </div><div></div><div>****</div><div></div><div>mana2 kami pi, mesti org akan tegur - dua beradik ni lain2 ek...sorang rambut lurus, sorang kerinting... </div><div></div><div>during my visit to my maksu's house for kenduri tahlil, maksu pun tegur (maybe sbb dia dah lama tak tengok fifi) - eh, mcm maria la...</div><div> </div><div></div><div>ok....</div><div> </div><div></div><div>i guess, kekadang tu betul jgk org tua kata. time aku pregnantkan fifi dulu pun asyik berangin je dgn maria. rasa menyampah ada, geram ada, memacam ler...mek dah pernah cakap, jgn ada rasa mcm tu karang terkenan anak tu..</div><div> </div><div>aper pun, adala jgk iras skit2 </div><div> </div><div>and fifi mmng ikut ayah dia -dari muka, rambut, perangai..seme ikut ayah dia. sbb tu lah dia anak ayah.</div><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-62020721371233511972009-06-27T00:55:00.003+08:002009-10-20T23:22:59.549+08:00tanya hatiin my previous entry ada citer pasal dapat offer cikgu ganti kan? tapi tak dapat. sbb? rupanya nak kena pasang kabel baru dapat...aku yg ignorant bab2 ni, lurus bendul pi pejabat pendidikan daerah utk apply. ingatkan okla tapi rupanya aku sepatutnya jmpa kerani sekolah tu, bg dia yg tlg settlekan dgn pengetua. ooo.....baru tahu tapi tak apala. tak ada rezeki. maybe next time.<br /><br /><br />hari ni asyik pikir nak start keja balik jer. tak tau kenapa. lebih2 lak bila tahu kwn2 aku ramai jadi ppd. alahai....itu angan2 time study in case tak dapat nak continue jadi lecture..tapi aku lak duk umah.<br /><br /><br />kawn time sek dulu adala tipon aku tanya kabor. dia kata apasal ler aku duk umah padahal dulu bagai nak rak study nak masuk u. bila dah abis u duk umah lak. so hari ni bila ingat balik apa yg dia cakap, aku kompius gak.<br /><br /><br />last2 aku bagitau diri sendiri - tanya la hati tu...kalu rasa dah tak takut nak lepas ank kat org lain, applyla mana2..haihUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-25831012831537651222009-06-23T23:37:00.005+08:002009-06-23T23:53:09.518+08:00al fatihahada banyak cerita yg hendak dikongsikan tapi otak tak boleh berjalan mcm biasa.<br /><br /><br />hari ni tetiba teringatkan insiden 4 tahun lepas..time my uncle masuk icu. di waiting room hospital universiti, berjumpa dengan satu family- wife yg sarat mengandung, 2 anak and her parent menunggu utk melawat suami yg sakit. i cant remember arwah sakit apa...lagipun tak tergamak rasanya nak bertanya lebih time tu melihatkan kakak tu yg pucat tapi masih boleh tersenyum.<br /><br />hari terakhir berada di wad, mendapat tahu yg si suami meninggal dunia pada hari kakak itu melahirkan anak mereka ke 3.<br /><br /><br />kita yg mendengar terasa pedih, tapi tidak sepedih yg dirasa oleh kakak itu.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />al-fatihah buat arwah. al fatihah buat arwah abg adi..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23701881.post-55522100191712691112009-06-19T00:32:00.004+08:002009-07-04T23:28:31.324+08:00lonely<div align="center"><br />ever since i'm at home</div><div align="center">i never<em> really</em> felt lonely </div><div align="center">the time flew away </div><div align="center">when i'm with my kids </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">last month</div><div align="center">i felt lonely</div><div align="center">my aunt passed away</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">i was depressed</div><div align="center">havent seen my babies the whole day</div><div align="center">locked myself in a room</div><div align="center">alone</div><div align="center">feeling regret</div><div align="center">i can never visit her again</div><div align="center">feeling guilty</div><div align="center">for i have not seen her for four years</div><div align="center">hating for myself </div><div align="center">for not knowing that she was hospitalized</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">i felt lonely </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">and it was painful.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">and i felt it again this month..</div><div align="center">i'm not really know arwah</div><div align="center">somehow</div><div align="center">i felt lonely </div><div align="center">because i am here</div><div align="center">i am not there</div><div align="center">i dont know what to do</div><div align="center">what to say</div><div align="center">what to write</div><div align="center">what to ask </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1