tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53679281875324476152023-11-16T14:12:47.780+08:00The Emancipation of Inner Turmoilsyea, I'm small. Got a problem with that? u people shouldn't judge a person by her physical traits. if u do, then u r not matured enough.petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-10663865159598976692011-03-11T23:19:00.003+08:002011-03-11T23:52:54.511+08:00This post is in Malay. (though its not in standard Malay)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHe1HIRwW6l4rADnPlq08OzR0bnkbgq9kAVRquvv07X-ilh7LczXuno5oQ_2xqsIbKEtdERdOVEqG91jwVoPUXoxnIrOvke8Qzjsx5xKlRFiO4Cl60Z_kPX2y5Bv2zvvkNlRzW9wUKzCk/s1600/index.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHe1HIRwW6l4rADnPlq08OzR0bnkbgq9kAVRquvv07X-ilh7LczXuno5oQ_2xqsIbKEtdERdOVEqG91jwVoPUXoxnIrOvke8Qzjsx5xKlRFiO4Cl60Z_kPX2y5Bv2zvvkNlRzW9wUKzCk/s320/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582849344242883026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Keluarga.</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBBkzuBVZYm0ic6RXi6fCB2rVY_gSE2hY-52IymvexIwTT1x1ShxyYP6o1PXxDCbpCkNQ61wrBUW5EtjLWZKgIHMoNbGE68x2uqcc-B2Pc6l0cwFRsqIxWzoxdbWcICp5uAgVvRE5dJc/s1600/j.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmBBkzuBVZYm0ic6RXi6fCB2rVY_gSE2hY-52IymvexIwTT1x1ShxyYP6o1PXxDCbpCkNQ61wrBUW5EtjLWZKgIHMoNbGE68x2uqcc-B2Pc6l0cwFRsqIxWzoxdbWcICp5uAgVvRE5dJc/s320/j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582849348033638898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Satu perkataan yang mendatangkan seribu erti. Dari ape yang telah anis baca dan fahami, keluarga ialah mereka yang paling dekat dengan kita. Silaturrahim merupakan hubungan yang sangat dihargai. seperti apa yang kita tau, ibu bapa merupakan insan yang teristimewa didalam hati kita. bagi anis, sebagai seorang anak, anis cuba untuk tidak menyakiti hati mereka. cuba untuk menurut semua kehendak mereka dan sekali gus memberikan kebahagiaan kepada mereka. bukan susah pun nak gembirakan hati mereka. tak payah guna wang ringgit. dengan selalu mendengar kata dan nasihat sudah cukup untuk membahagiakan mereka. jika mereka sakit, jagalah mereka. selagi mereka hidup, hargailah mereka kerna tanpa mereka, siapalah kita.<br /><br />Pengorbanan yang mereka berikan, penat lelah yang mereka usahakan, dan kasih sayang yang mereka curahkan merupakan harta benda yang paling dihargai. walaupun diri mereka dalam kesusahan, mereka tidak akan tunjukkan kesusahan mereka kepada anak2 mereka kerna mereka khuatir anak2 akan bimbangkan mereka. begitulah mulianya sifat ibu bapa. post ini hanyalah ingatan kepada diri anis sendiri. walaupun baru minggu lepas pulang ke rumah, diri ini masih merindui mereka. saban hari, anis akan membuat panggilan ke rumah. walaupun boleh bercakap hanya sebentar, ianya cukup untuk menenangkan hati yang sedang dalam kebingungan. pabila hati tidak keruan memikirkan assignment yang bertimbun, hati ini akan tergerak untuk mendial nombor mama. setelah mendengar suaranya menyapa di hujung talian, hati ini serta merta terasa ringan. masalah yang bertimbun terasa makin berkurangan. Alhamdulillah. semoga Allah panjangkan umur ibu bapa anis, dan juga ibu bapa sahabat-sahabat anis. amin.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XcQa1ZDFW8GAFGZ8hxwG9s-qSlytIS6ljFJdJYgdSaUw5gxLV44917q_61D4qLm3F7Z0Fn6Q4uXvIT_ePbdfn1uS_oElI-KpmuiUjjV59IImXUTbxxcNuObewOplj4oeJgWAYhkxLas/s1600/P9100149.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XcQa1ZDFW8GAFGZ8hxwG9s-qSlytIS6ljFJdJYgdSaUw5gxLV44917q_61D4qLm3F7Z0Fn6Q4uXvIT_ePbdfn1uS_oElI-KpmuiUjjV59IImXUTbxxcNuObewOplj4oeJgWAYhkxLas/s320/P9100149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582849357484503970" border="0" /></a>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-63240850323568645332011-03-05T01:16:00.005+08:002011-03-05T15:12:39.130+08:00poetry: the road to my mother's heart (part A -introductory essay) haha<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihO5xcZPme6uhz7UaL5rI07xRTBAGWhyphenhyphenKeGiQ3pL_NVVhzRSynh6sw8nNPIKvZ_1QzVmajPCEP8vCP8gIic80ACA2suWWmJyoxx5gFFSc6CHdVBXa5sfrQBFRnSrPG-ebHiooMMJNnSbY/s1600/How-to-Write-Poetry.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihO5xcZPme6uhz7UaL5rI07xRTBAGWhyphenhyphenKeGiQ3pL_NVVhzRSynh6sw8nNPIKvZ_1QzVmajPCEP8vCP8gIic80ACA2suWWmJyoxx5gFFSc6CHdVBXa5sfrQBFRnSrPG-ebHiooMMJNnSbY/s320/How-to-Write-Poetry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580275043188616418" border="0" /><span><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">its been so long since my last post. the thing is, i've been busy n it is a verryyy hectic month. it nearly drives me insane but still, Alhamdulillah, praise to Allah that i've been successful in keeping myself in check. amin. the main reason for me to start blogging again after my procrastination is that a topic on the love of my life!!! MY MOTHER. so here goes nothing. (p.s: if u're bored, then feel free to navigate away from this page aite? hehe, this is my shyness n not confident self saying).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDKMWbxpBB17toW7B6kru6HJhoweZ_na0EMI9xmkF2-V2INCvJ86jxcBZlXERZiFeSDj7_Z5xou9_j_Fwg7t6nx0C_PJnlEsWK0WCYcgTvVqJKW2-ndYB3uzOx_ntqiQ3_qXtwdKbBa8/s320/Mothers-loveshort-poems.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580275039215487890" border="0" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">sometimes, i'm quite bored in my classes so i would doodle something in my notebook.(just to make it look like i've been taking notes.lol) n then it strucks me that its nearly 21st of April!!!! ooooo myyyy POTTER!!!! haha, that means that my mother's birthday is jussssttttt around the corner. every year, i would compose a poem for her. all of it started from my days in boarding school. my first poem for my mom is actually what i compose in BM class in the spur of the moment. yea well its my first experience of truly living independently without my family so i sort of let all of my emotions flow into that sajak. to me, that sajak is quite lame 'cause my BM skills are soooo rusted n its quite awkward for me to compose a poem in BM. hehe, but then that is because i do not know how to have all those flowery introductions or bombastic words in BM. i'm the kind of person who will share her thoughts on a piece of paper. hhm, i am thinking of making a scavenger hunt to hunt back all of the poems that i gave to my mum. until later then. (>.*)</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDBce5ZUHg2GqLia9JPHWMAT8nP0bcKacUPameK5R0LsU-FslHCyityvWeTbEcVfL8OJmmEdWaBalQ6XTemW1_NtUMHrpQdO63sIV9yTorriVzGciGaVNgDLVy2Jhhv8gCiXNf_XGn3c/s1600/Mother-Loves.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDBce5ZUHg2GqLia9JPHWMAT8nP0bcKacUPameK5R0LsU-FslHCyityvWeTbEcVfL8OJmmEdWaBalQ6XTemW1_NtUMHrpQdO63sIV9yTorriVzGciGaVNgDLVy2Jhhv8gCiXNf_XGn3c/s320/Mother-Loves.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580275040568179458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-39620925716648714452011-02-11T18:06:00.004+08:002011-02-11T19:04:21.133+08:00haaaa, with the help from my friend zati, we came up with this:This is just a hobby of mine and it is very fortunate to have <span style="font-weight: bold;">IZZATI </span>to help me with this when i encountered my writers block. its just an inferior work compared to others. I'm just a learning student after all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxte9pcmMp6bTmxjfPMHoCO7rFGbGS14CkPaAkTTTsIQb8HOFT_oySkagwj8zSiYCRmo7gWyXlCMqYEJKWcj1-97-t3wmmcUiPQqybaAFUKCL271RlqAIKUENpE45VGWHkK_DiwtTo3U/s1600/2008_mini_cooper_s-pic-17469.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxte9pcmMp6bTmxjfPMHoCO7rFGbGS14CkPaAkTTTsIQb8HOFT_oySkagwj8zSiYCRmo7gWyXlCMqYEJKWcj1-97-t3wmmcUiPQqybaAFUKCL271RlqAIKUENpE45VGWHkK_DiwtTo3U/s320/2008_mini_cooper_s-pic-17469.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572380050839871858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">A</span>ctively flashing out his bright smile whenever he came, (spastic je.hehe)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">B</span>ought an iphone 4 but is still not content so far, (nak iphone 5 pulak tu)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">G</span>adgets and various kinds of software and hardware fill his beloved car.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">D</span>riving a Kelissa as if it were a real Mini Cooper S (>.*)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">A</span>rguing with us as if he is a child in a daycare (hahahahaa)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">U</span>ndeniably wicked with his chosen words and teasing,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">S</span>ilat Cekak Hanafi is one of his strongest skills in teaching.<br /><br />P.S: hahahahhaaaa, poem ini di-dedicated-kan kpd our jurulatih, abg daus sebab slalu menyakat budak2 tamat. enjoy!! (>.*)<br /></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-41509573560136270942011-02-11T00:41:00.002+08:002011-02-11T00:57:13.471+08:00shaf: u ada suruh i buat kan? hahaacrostic poem for the name MR. MAZLAN.<br /><br />hahaa.. just trying my skills here okay.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>an of his words are hard to find<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>aised his students to be the best of the best<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>asochistic or a sarcastic type of lecturer?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span>h, all of it is just a way to<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Z<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>ap up the students self-esteem for that he knows<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span>ove of a lecturer are very unique<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span>iding students are the best of his interest<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">N</span>aming him as a good 'mu'alim'.<br /><br />p.s: uhh, i know this is bad coz i have use way too much time doing anything but studying and brushing up my english skills, so pardon me yea?.petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-46614402492880946822011-01-02T20:05:00.003+08:002011-01-02T20:40:36.771+08:00novels anyone??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0SpqdT1RDOt52EpO0FwQ8gSATkM3AYQH7ziZh2cJvQG2lNQsXIz8R_3CK-yWnzWmm-il_YqpgPkfqqZkRVsDSlfODmAdpIl912gtFB0O9RtCRKk9bg0TJw_mQH1RPvL_hcOBUsWNmjA/s1600/n303335.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0SpqdT1RDOt52EpO0FwQ8gSATkM3AYQH7ziZh2cJvQG2lNQsXIz8R_3CK-yWnzWmm-il_YqpgPkfqqZkRVsDSlfODmAdpIl912gtFB0O9RtCRKk9bg0TJw_mQH1RPvL_hcOBUsWNmjA/s320/n303335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557567501372936834" /></a><br />yea, its been ancient since my last post. the truth is, i don't even know what to blab about in here. i'm not really like my friends who constantly post interesting post regularly. pardon me for that though. and now, i reaalllllllyyy wanted to post something. lol.<div><br /></div><div>have u guys ever read any sort of novels? u should read u know? its the food and supplement for your mind. its a healthy sort of diet to ur mind. but all of it comes down to what TYPE of novels are u actually reading? but then again, u still read so bravo to u. hehe. anyway, i wanted to talk about the assignment that i've got from Mr. Mazlan, our Novels and Short Stories lecturer. he is a one interesting man, that guy is. hah, but then his class is always interesting and fun even though its our first morning class. he gave us a task of finding a social novel that matches the criteria that he had told us. yea well. at first i thought "hmm, mcm mna la nak cari nih? ish2, susah jgk nih." but then, when i had started the search on the suitable novel, dang!! my 1st choice novel is the most common novel that many of my classmates will choose. who in the world does not even know about Jodi Picoult eh? they must be living under the shell if they don't. after about an hour of painstakingly combing through all of the fiction and literary fiction section at MPH, i finally found it. with the help of shafeena azly of course. nasib baik cukup kredit for calling her and asking on her opinion. hehe. the title is called a gate at the stairs by Lorrie Moore. i do hope Mr. Mazlan approved this novel and i sure do hope that no one will choose the same novel as i am. </div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-72948476793353610112010-11-20T21:01:00.006+08:002010-11-20T21:23:20.241+08:00- a very boring composition from a bored gurl-<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">An actress? hmm, of course whenever i thought of one, the name Emma Watson will immediately come to mind. the name brings a lot of memories to my mind every time i hears it. She's the same age as me but she achieved success in a very young age. i respect her. really i do. even tough she's an actress, she's smart, very level-headed to say the least and she's not really your typical type of actress gone to rehab type. she's not like Lyndsay, or Britney, or any other young Hollywood stars who had lost their way in what is wrong and what is right. virtues are so hard to come by in a young actress these days.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">sure, we have the oh-so-innocent looking actresses in Disney or any other children production, but whenever they wanna shed the Disney kid's look, they would go the extreme. they would be making a really matured video wearing revealing clothes that are really revealing just to say or show to the world that they are indeed an adult or matured enough. that is just shallow. you could always show or prove to the world that you are matured or and adult by showing your intelligence, your virtues, and your natural beauty to say the least.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">no matter if you are a rich heiress, a daughter of a very famous rock star, or a daughter to a carpenter, you are the same. A girl. A woman. no need to scantily clad in a piece of a scrap u called dress. if u possessed a natural beauty, whatever u wear -an overall, an ancient dress from ur great-grandmother or something hideous- will show ur true beauty. if u only dressed to kill. literally to kill a man's heart, why not opt to a more logical approach? challenge his intellect. u should know that u have a ground to stand to. do not let anybody control you. do not let the view of the public to control it. u have ur own life. ur life is ur territory. hmm. mayB i should stop 4 now. how about i share with u my most treasured autograph of Emma Watson? i received it during my studies in MJSC. i love it.<div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNP1JSm40aRqCgBIq2fE-tUY6kaHbLzeEKh4ZwUFTHKKCs5FT1nU0IUqGnRWkZbfgsd9_cmUDnxaW6A44SPHhcSllB5D2ZqF7kbuz5qpBaXaX4-cA8f1V8XY1S_Nt0d6ifMSUQ2Po4XbI/s320/emma.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541620419714560354" /></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-38351914514242053012010-11-19T23:07:00.001+08:002011-06-21T12:37:39.748+08:00just a mere thought of harry potter. :D<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "><div class="photos"><center style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26); "><a href="http://threeturnsshoulddoit.tumblr.com/post/1450733858/when-harry-met-ron-like-a-proud-father-david" style="color: rgb(14, 69, 99); text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb6t9eGmEV1qetm6bo1_400.jpg" alt="threeturnsshoulddoit: WHEN HARRY MET RON. Like a proud father, David Heyman, the producer of the Harry Potter films, reached for a box of photographs when a visitor asked him about the young stars of the history-making franchise. “They are not my own children, obviously, but they are like nephews and nieces or perhaps godchildren, and I feel really protective of them,” Heyman said as he sat in his office at the converted aviation factory here that serves as the movie set for the Potter series. “Here, look at this one — this is a photo taken the day the boys met. No one’s really seen this before. They were taking a little walk together to get know one another…” The black-and-white snapshot showed Potter stars Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint as chubby-cheeked adolescents strolling side by side, their eyes cast down to their shadows. Heyman took the photo in 2000. " style="max-width: 400px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></center><div class="arrow-up" style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26); border-top-color: transparent; border-right-color: transparent; border-bottom-color: rgb(248, 248, 248); border-left-color: transparent; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 10px; border-right-width: 10px; border-bottom-width: 10px; border-left-width: 10px; height: 0px; width: 0px; z-index: 2; margin-top: -20px; position: relative; margin-left: 30px; "></div><div class="captions" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="http://threeturnsshoulddoit.tumblr.com/post/1450733858/when-harry-met-ron-like-a-proud-father-david" style="text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: none; ">THREETURNSSHOULDDOIT</a>:</span></p><blockquote style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span> </span><span>WHEN HARRY MET RON.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />Like a proud father, David Heyman, the producer of the Harry Potter films, reached for a box of photographs when a visitor asked him about the young stars of the history-making franchise.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >“They are not my own children, obviously, but they are like nephews and nieces or perhaps godchildren, and I feel really protective of them,” Heyman said as he sat in his office at the converted aviation factory here that serves as the movie set for the Potter series.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><big><span class="Apple-style-span" >“Here, look at this one — this is a photo taken the day the boys met. No one’s really seen this before. They were taking a little walk together to get know one another…”</span></big></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The black-and-white snapshot showed Potter stars <strong>Daniel Radcliffe</strong> and <strong>Rupert Grint</strong> as chubby-cheeked adolescents strolling side by side, their eyes cast down to their shadows. Heyman took the photo in 2000.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><big><br /></big></p></blockquote></div></div><div style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26); "></div></span>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-69979440272876954172010-11-19T19:41:00.003+08:002010-11-19T19:55:51.253+08:00a poem for my dad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK5EMDjXIxTk9HOuxG9FA9QJ2AxVGIkrWJvbUELJyySBy3oqj1vlNyWLDk9LeupDhEbOKxc1ee_4LJg0QLC0MonBL6r4yIgalpwVkN9gmf2vYTHe2R4a6PKQIvrSio43hA1g4ClEW_kc/s1600/DSC_6650.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK5EMDjXIxTk9HOuxG9FA9QJ2AxVGIkrWJvbUELJyySBy3oqj1vlNyWLDk9LeupDhEbOKxc1ee_4LJg0QLC0MonBL6r4yIgalpwVkN9gmf2vYTHe2R4a6PKQIvrSio43hA1g4ClEW_kc/s320/DSC_6650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541225767088270530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>haha, this is sort of a late post bcuz my dad's bday is wayyyy over. lol. his bday is on the 2nd of October. i had created a veryyyy humble poem and i admit that it is not my best poem but, i don't care, the only thing that matters is that i'm sincere when i compose it. this is the card that i made with a very BIG help from my dear friend, Farissa. :D<div><br /></div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCmtLqG8wo4iwB96wElLQmgxgdpCEjPAYArbyx7moI02qH9sF6gGkoI154TU1zs7aTUwjalgDaLR0hxu5CNC3Z6pbIDupwany-OS9dA9avctkcsC29FUE9cusoFutDoxd4Hk_a6J9PqM/s320/DSC_6648.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541225762631450402" /></div><div><br /></div></div><div>this is the poem that i compose:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Splash, splash, the sound of water,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Pitter patter, the sound of rain,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>the ancient memory of a 20years old daughter.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>it makes her wonder,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>of all the joy and pain,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>caused by her father.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>He's the 1st person that teaches her how to swim,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>and reminds her not to sink.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>no matter in the swimming pool,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>or in the real life too.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Both of them share the same hobby;</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>they love to read but not from the same genre.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>She resembles him in some of his personality,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>and it makes her who she is now.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>He,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Is a drama king that emits laughter,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>from his wife, son and daughter.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Come high or hell water,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>she'll not trade him for any another.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Pardon me,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I know my English is not that good,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>but i'm doing the best that i could. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>All of these are from my conscience,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>especially for you to reminiscence.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Creating a poem in a short amount of time</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>and to create a poem full of love and sincerity</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>is a very tricky manner.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>For a loving father</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>from an appreciative daughter</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>from a blissful family.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Anis Amira Rosdi</b></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-34579416397208154602010-11-19T19:39:00.001+08:002010-11-19T19:41:16.162+08:00HUTAN AMAZONyea well SOMEBODY said that my blog is like the amazon forest because of the lack of update. really zayer, ak malas je la. huhu. and now, i'll try my best to update it as frequent as i can be okay? huhu.petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-43041611911318130722010-09-03T22:17:00.004+08:002010-11-19T21:17:09.198+08:00hmm.. operasi membersihkan sawang. :D(brush2) {bunyi tgh bersihkan sawang}. hehe, lama sungguh x update blog nih. bukannye busy mna pun, just malas je. heh. for this post, nak ubah gaya kejap. sbb nak cerita byk, so anis cerita dlm Bm. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>hmm, ooo, i have a story to share. tp sebelum tuh ada soalan nak ty, "adakah salah sekiranye seseorang itu mempunyai tubuh badan yg kecil??", sila jawab. heh, bukannye nak emo ke ape, tp just a few days ago me, farissa n alia pi klcc. heh, buat apekah anda disana?? jawapannye, pi bukak pose. sementara nak menunggu waktu bukak pose, pi la tgk wayang jap, heh, teruk btul kan?? bulan pose pun pi tgk wayang lagi. ape nak jadi la ngan budak nih. heh, nk dijadikan cerita pndk, memandangkan tubuh bdn yg bersaiz "agak" kecik nih, org tuh xpercaya yg i'm 20 years old. mula la nk bdk counter mnx ic. heh, da bg ic bru bdk tuh ckp, "oo, sma la umur kte." pastu gelak. ish2, tp tu xpe la. xkisah pun. heh, da slalu da kena. tp yg membuatkan anis agak terasa hati when ada sorang makcik nih pi tegur my mom at masjid. waktu tuh kteorg bru lps solat sunat n tgh bersiap sedia nak msuk saf utk solat jemaah isyak. makcik tuh bole plak halang me n my mom from proceeding in front. ape lg, mama pun da pelik, dia ty la makcik tuh, "ada ape ye?", pastu makcik tuh pun balas, "awak ada anak kecil kan? jd baik awak duduk di saf belakang je.". mama pun ape lg, mama pun balas, "tp makcik, anak saya nih da besar da. da 20 tahun.", bla makcik tuh dgr je, trus terkejut. tp sbnrnye if tgk muka mmg dia still xpercaya. tp kteorg pun nak cepat so ape lg, cepat2 kteorg pi saf depan sbb imam da nak mula solat. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>ish2, peringatan ye ladies n gentleman, don't judge a book by its cover. even though budak kecil skali pun, salah ke kalau dia mempunyai inisiatif utk solat di saf hadapan? is there any rules utk tunjukkan ic nak buktikan umur yg kte da sememangnye sudah baligh bru bole pi solat di saf hadapan?? ish2, sedih btul td. tp xpe. nasib baik sebab da biasa tu la xterasa sgt. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>td me n my mom bernasib baik sbb lepas solat witir, kteorg kuar ke tmpt moreh, mula2 pelik jgk la mna la bdk2 nih dpt makan pizza, rupanye moreh mkn pizza dr pizza hut. tp bla smpi je kat meja, pizza da abih. tp xpe, xde rezeki. alhamdulillah lepas tu je, caterers bwk kuar byk beg plastic kfc kat depan mata. ape lagi, mama pun suruh la anis pi amek. tau2 bla kuar kat parking, aiman n papa dah tunggu. heh, muka papa masam je. kteorg ty la papa dpt mkn pizza? papa jwb x. kteorg ty plak, papa n aiman dpt mkn kfc x? papa jwb, xsempat. dieorg kuar bru caterers bukak beg plastic. oo, ptut la papa n aiman masam muka. hehe.. what a confusing week. (>.<)</div></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-10459762042721409972010-07-07T00:26:00.002+08:002010-07-07T00:39:38.355+08:00argh!!!!!! why la my shoe size is too small????sob2. this is no joke. i'm totally and officially devastated because i have a verrryyyyy SMALL FEET!!!! punya la susah nak cri size kasut yg btul2 padan. da pusing satu One Utama. but still. no deal. klu nak ada pun, at charles and keith. tp yg tuh yg agk mahal skit la. its my luck i guess. nasib baik la dpt jmp a pair yg muat. but its cotton's on. okay la. da la the last pair. Alhamdulillah. tp tu pun agak besar skit. sob2. sedih2. (T_T). what should i do??? xkan la setiap kali nak beli kasut, i have to search in the kids department??????!! even my skeachers shoes are from the kiddies area. damn. sedih2. kids's shoes are not bad, but its hard to actually find a pair that doesn't give away the fact that it is made for kids. what to do??? what to do????petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-3414330366594807722010-06-20T11:37:00.004+08:002010-06-20T11:51:59.672+08:00Happy Father's Day!! :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cNRZg85x2XDAZcxUgKhPU_HHX1iZli2imnhXLkqppcjwKAvaDJzRNFgSo-rImem3ZUcpvUI0AcJBqaurWQaViIVApDLUbu9EKCgeNWC8fX-Ojicls4HY7HFHGk6m-NrWbly72bOizI4/s1600/P7110079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cNRZg85x2XDAZcxUgKhPU_HHX1iZli2imnhXLkqppcjwKAvaDJzRNFgSo-rImem3ZUcpvUI0AcJBqaurWQaViIVApDLUbu9EKCgeNWC8fX-Ojicls4HY7HFHGk6m-NrWbly72bOizI4/s320/P7110079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484697932692256578" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">P</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">ersistent in giving guidance</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">A</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">n icon to his children</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">P</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">rotective of the family</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">A</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">ltruistic father </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He is our inspiration,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">And our guidance in time of need.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He who possessed an undying spirit that teaches</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Us as his children to never surrender when the time is dire.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He who instil various knowledge and activities,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">And the goodness of reading as a favourite leisure pursuit.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He is a man who sacrifices a lot for his children’s success.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">He is our <b>PAPA. </b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">We are sorry for..</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> every trouble that we have caused,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">every mischief that we have created,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">every sadness that we have caused,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">and every anger that we have created. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">This is our humble gift</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">To our greatest dad.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">anis amira. </span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></p>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-38691856002083384242010-03-16T16:10:00.004+08:002010-03-16T17:00:28.958+08:00<div>hmm, where to begin? haha.. gla ah da lama xbalik rumah. (padahal bru je 2weeks). the last time yg anis balik rumah is when merlin season 2 had its season finale. gla best. haha.. n so, the story begin: ada 13th march ari tuh, uia telah mngadakan blackout secara besar-besaran dr pkul 9-6ptg. because of terlalu panas, so, anis, farissa, wawan, abe, n sabah telah mengambil ketusan utk menghabiskan masa di KLCC. haha.. its a fun outing for all of us. not to mention that we had watch the new alice in wonderland in 3D!!! soo BEST!! haha.. gla broken. :p anyway, here's some of the pictures that we've taken. :D</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1LfHOkH3uFl2Fg3t3GPJAuSjzHVmlZkbIhmGA3OYLM4ZjLMNFCP4V15fdWiU5lTK0e2xz1jxXfnxnWPrisPk2CRAveSveB5-ugnh0mEgk_C4K0Z0v2NAxyW8S507Sh6MNmDy90n7JHM/s1600-h/P8280370.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1LfHOkH3uFl2Fg3t3GPJAuSjzHVmlZkbIhmGA3OYLM4ZjLMNFCP4V15fdWiU5lTK0e2xz1jxXfnxnWPrisPk2CRAveSveB5-ugnh0mEgk_C4K0Z0v2NAxyW8S507Sh6MNmDy90n7JHM/s320/P8280370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449152579704135202" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">with shazwan n farissa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuLEoUkqPb-qalrDzn4T1fjm0EtMYOkGwQJhszv3s4Wa_X3G-MZSWaMzp1VRVNXZQBwJU7oQ_HQsAenNRqH9oh4zccpL325qHrTr96oN98yGKvE8gcPvTOjj-6ctXRVRscop-uoRNauA/s1600-h/P8280372.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuLEoUkqPb-qalrDzn4T1fjm0EtMYOkGwQJhszv3s4Wa_X3G-MZSWaMzp1VRVNXZQBwJU7oQ_HQsAenNRqH9oh4zccpL325qHrTr96oN98yGKvE8gcPvTOjj-6ctXRVRscop-uoRNauA/s320/P8280372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449152570883075506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">with haekal n farissa</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQjovYqpl1vUhi1afbwGkDZtpzn4dKKG0eFokto2uKD35FXeoLVshOjE9gxBPUkNc7EOzng_fmPaQh8Bha3ilDinFYIGxHtDSgPWZPhLXg84lfZ6mQc1hsI28UP0cgb8qWxCn9CfqgAM/s1600-h/P8280412.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQjovYqpl1vUhi1afbwGkDZtpzn4dKKG0eFokto2uKD35FXeoLVshOjE9gxBPUkNc7EOzng_fmPaQh8Bha3ilDinFYIGxHtDSgPWZPhLXg84lfZ6mQc1hsI28UP0cgb8qWxCn9CfqgAM/s320/P8280412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449152552948160242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">owh no!! sumbody is going to steal the marc jacob's bag!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPEgnTEt1lPcqUg3zN0kO1dRJr-WpMg6DdsnoVKACsITVlj-xOsHTW3-orLdSiJ33m897G1EX-RgFXPgp5uzTI84uA5scwkTVOxYoQ3n-j2IiqnU5BTiIAv8KDTeGW5tPcYpo27AmPzs/s1600-h/P8280393.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPEgnTEt1lPcqUg3zN0kO1dRJr-WpMg6DdsnoVKACsITVlj-xOsHTW3-orLdSiJ33m897G1EX-RgFXPgp5uzTI84uA5scwkTVOxYoQ3n-j2IiqnU5BTiIAv8KDTeGW5tPcYpo27AmPzs/s320/P8280393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449152544867217506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">luv this pic with farissa. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKlH4BDYFoIDyW7iCpIwBCr6QF0wD7daclykQv5Igrrl1KcI-0mnvF8LPb0qRgEeFht8nl-gr7ZH43Q20czkDfFI01du4JLJL0JCp3VtV9wYnma9kobjbs7az_1xr1cHyaTs2JrS20GU/s1600-h/IMG_5170.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAKlH4BDYFoIDyW7iCpIwBCr6QF0wD7daclykQv5Igrrl1KcI-0mnvF8LPb0qRgEeFht8nl-gr7ZH43Q20czkDfFI01du4JLJL0JCp3VtV9wYnma9kobjbs7az_1xr1cHyaTs2JrS20GU/s320/IMG_5170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449152538616701442" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">all of us. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-54842096090730587472010-03-07T19:14:00.002+08:002010-03-07T19:32:05.940+08:00tired. hectic month.hey there. <div>its been a while since i last updated my blog. my life is a lil bit hectic rite now. with all the assignments, research paper, presentations, martial arts class.. yada, yada... i'm really juggling rite now. not to mention that i have problems with my friends and surroundings as well.</div><div><br /></div><div>haha.. looks problematic ain't it? but yea, apart from all the hectic events that happens my life, i still treasure every seconds of it cuz ya never noe if it could teach u sumthng n save u from future distress. </div><div><br /></div><div>owh, by the way, my ptptn money is totally gone!!! haha.. nope. just kidding, i'll save a part of it for my driving lessons that i would like to take. lol. can't wait. my silat class had started n i met a lot of new friends with various attitudes and personality. it's a refreshing thing for me to do because by knowing a few new faces, u could actually expand ur connections n yea, i kinda like my new friends in silat cekak hanafi. first of all, of course, kak najla- a really cute senior with an attitude that u would not expect from her at all. haha.. nest stop: kak jannah- a really funky n fun senior that my cuz, abg uda or as they call him in the silat- abg daus- is the one that introduces her to me. the thing is, whenever she sees me in silat, she would actually pick me up n spin me around. (of course i would squeal) haha.. the next one is of course, hajar- a really fun friend who is a lil bit chubby but really fun to be with. hmm, if i start describing every person in there then its going to be several pages long so i'm gonna stop here. hehe.. :D</div><div><br /></div><div> </div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-54438343276928911442010-01-23T20:09:00.002+08:002010-01-23T20:41:06.690+08:00at last!!!!I'm home! I'm home! I'm home! hahahahahhahaa.. (gaya mcm jarang balik rumah je. padahal every week balik ) heh, yup2! its mid-break for iium's students ya all. but dang!!! research papers, term papers, assignments, mid-sem exm.. yada yada! what should i do? nama je cuti mid-sem tp busy dgn keje. ish2. anis.. anis.. ape lagi?? pegi la buat keje tuh. hahaha.. <div><br /></div><div>xpe2, nnt dlu. for now, i wanna rest rest my mind, my soul, and my body. sigh, bila la nak dpt duet ptptn nih? ish, i wanna buy sumthng nice for my friend/sister/ank kwn mama. her name's Atifa and she's a lovely gurl. recently she've just finished her pmr examination and had just gotten her results. i'm happy for achievement and sad for her too coz she REAAAALLLLYYYYY wanted to go to Sri Putri boarding school. but, heck no. don't feel sad my dear sister coz mayB there's a hikmah for u for not going there. hmm.. i've just decided on her present n i wanna buy a big teddy for her. once she had told me that she reallllyyyy wanted a huggable teddy coz her sister and brother had one of those. she feel uncomfortable on sharing those teddy coz they are not hers anyway. this one time when hang out with me at OU to watch New Moon, we started the hunt for a teddy. unfortunately, the teddys there are all very expensive and she doesn't hav enough money to buy one. so, as a big and verry kind sister(perasan la plak.. :p) i wanna buy a big teddy for her bday and her reward for her pmr results. hehehe.. just u wait k ifah?? nnt kak anis bg hadiah kat ifah!! thanx for the books that u gave me! they're lovely. :D</div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-70846555521875421132010-01-09T20:36:00.003+08:002010-01-09T20:43:38.128+08:00new cat!!!! yeay!! (>_<)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>yeay!!! we've got a new cat last night. my mom's friend, auntie haziah had given my mom a persian cat to be cared. its a russian cat. its name is wonderboy a.k.a boyie. hahahahah.. i think so lar. lol. but, he's sooooooo thin!!! its really heart-wrenching sight. so, our new family goal is to take care of wonderboy. we have to make him more plump and healthy!!! yeah!! hahaha.. here's the picture of wonderboy. this picture was taken from auntie haziah's webpage, <a href="http://www.catilisacattery.com/males.htm">http://www.catilisacattery.com/</a>. feel free to visit it when ur free.. :D<div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAM8AkHLg9uw3wHI70MrbjNe9k-QJFBX8HkWJe2jjXMqB3qDu4RdRddoaKB7k5OgsknKRUv66pWgjksMqTR9PNWV45NqMlWW3Z6ZBB3XsZ7oVG3ucQsdxs7evzT_Z-2fvqvjlKlAswFKY/s320/PRVTS001b.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424719731914765426" /></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-65372871681709162512009-12-29T20:29:00.002+08:002009-12-29T20:44:48.421+08:00argh!!!<div style="text-align: center;">food poisoning.<br />muntah2.<br />angin.<br />muscle ache.<br />mc for 1 day.<br />sleeping for 1 whole day.<br />seriously xlarat.<br />taubat xmakan <span style="font-weight: bold;">YONG TOU FU</span> da!!!!<br />:(<br /></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-33135232885167650102009-12-26T22:44:00.005+08:002009-12-26T23:58:32.933+08:00wassup wassup peeps???!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Hey there!!! Lol, it has been a long time since i updated my blog. It has been a hectic week for me. With all the research papers, the every class presentation of the science of hadith class (i’m just sooooooooo freakin stress in this class), n soooo much more. i’m merely updating my blog coz farissa had asked about it when we’re on the phone this evening. So, why not i update my beloved blog yea? :D</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"> Hmmm, let’s see, for starters. Last week, my family n i went to Sungai Petani for my makcik Baya’s wedding. My family go on without me first coz i have to attend my class. So, abg uda n abg emi fetch me at my mahallah n sent me home. I crashed in at my makcik’s house which is just a few blocks away from my home. My </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">journey to kedah is kind of dull, coz yea i don’t have much to do anyway. Lol.. When we’ve arrived, its already twilight there. However, its fun considering that i can meet my relatives from both of my parents’ sides. We crashed at mak teh house in Bertam so i get to meet my cousins, abg fifi, affan, n adik shah there. The wedding goes on without a hitch. Alhamdulillah. Here are some of the pictures taken on that day.</span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihMcqPe0MBoAbson4XyhiDxJikM2DU3GwlNolue21DC-yZYzH8IaQ9wx7Kn46mu_MTR29B_6SogsekerRplEGYQksMiS-NWufSS6Qu53kj-BcDZxUfFNaj6oukNOoNw6GqNVGh2YBoxU/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihMcqPe0MBoAbson4XyhiDxJikM2DU3GwlNolue21DC-yZYzH8IaQ9wx7Kn46mu_MTR29B_6SogsekerRplEGYQksMiS-NWufSS6Qu53kj-BcDZxUfFNaj6oukNOoNw6GqNVGh2YBoxU/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419562634206148562" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNw1YJgpGCWN33ZlHka2jvk669Ih2j_ut_j31dXj-lXSVxu3IR1nuEVm7YB6tvctw9B_wktAGxgwQW__6oCEVX2DmDwgg5SOi-7JcUJOok2sof2YVuDFxVP_qhLgl8IbdKz6rxnv1PEIM/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">see my paklong over there?? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">he's actually holding a built in video cam in a ball pen. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">lol, but he looks kinda weird though carrying dat ball point pen around n holding it like like dat. lol.. (>_<)</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNw1YJgpGCWN33ZlHka2jvk669Ih2j_ut_j31dXj-lXSVxu3IR1nuEVm7YB6tvctw9B_wktAGxgwQW__6oCEVX2DmDwgg5SOi-7JcUJOok2sof2YVuDFxVP_qhLgl8IbdKz6rxnv1PEIM/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNw1YJgpGCWN33ZlHka2jvk669Ih2j_ut_j31dXj-lXSVxu3IR1nuEVm7YB6tvctw9B_wktAGxgwQW__6oCEVX2DmDwgg5SOi-7JcUJOok2sof2YVuDFxVP_qhLgl8IbdKz6rxnv1PEIM/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419562631399072258" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNw1YJgpGCWN33ZlHka2jvk669Ih2j_ut_j31dXj-lXSVxu3IR1nuEVm7YB6tvctw9B_wktAGxgwQW__6oCEVX2DmDwgg5SOi-7JcUJOok2sof2YVuDFxVP_qhLgl8IbdKz6rxnv1PEIM/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">a</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">t last, a picture with my beloved bff, my mom!!! <3</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhV-PfrY4mvAyJrDDee-Hd77VBH6I7iyatZmKSQHFlL86kcvUQSe-Huf_a5qaHcmaVsasfGEP0iyN80prXhoxPUAfSkIXJk0Vk527T6cPjP_sfXLnIWW1IlXBDO9NIajkfARD9Zx-xrB4/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419562625095236290" /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Going on to this week, its Christmas break n i’ve decided to go back home on Friday evening bcoz i wanna spend my time studying first n then enjoying later (how lame can i get huh?? ;p). Its okay i guess to be staying alone in my room until i’ve felt Goosebumps rising at the back of neck. Lol, so i went to spent the night at anisah’s room (thanx nisah!!! U’re the best!! Ahhaha.. :p). On Friday evening, my cousins, namely abg uda n abg emi fetch me from my mahallah n off we go to plaza law yat for awhile. Abg uda needed to repair one of his client’s laptop’s screen that have been exposed to the rain. Lol.. so, we just roam around the mall n go to sungei wang plaza coz they wanted to bring me to this interesting Korean n Japanese shop. I instantly searched for a mirror to buy coz i have to bring a mirror for my linguistic class this Monday. Just my luck, i happened to come across beautiful designs that have a butterfly on top of it. The decorations n colour n such was almost identical to one sold in Maggie-T. So, i bought it coz its only in rm5!!! Hahaha, i’m so content with myself. Haha, i also bought a stainless steel chopsticks that have a flowered design on it. Thanx to my cuzs for bringing me there. :D</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzY59JIwBD9k2jz7k0ZGG6vUkkk7I1KJPUdp4FBqiYmRGSgrPeIUJlxrGR75M9LJFcTF2L77WUVQlaZeyHEx7DWkczePpiqGOawrZzeu1oyD0cHLi_c9TZ-eqyRFjVYVUIN87Udbj7MUs/s320/DSC01294.JPG" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">p.s.: ni hah, ko nak tgk kan farissa?? hehehee.. :p</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">at saturday, my friends had organized a get together meeting at one of the mamak shops in TTDI. we're just hanging out like the old times. damn, i really miss the old days where we would joke around, doing silly stuff, and laugh together. it really is a day to be remembered. luv ya guys!!!</p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSB8-UbSultVYEUDyAYKNAQUhuSWd-hy2Bp7CW00lfDN6014DxwIBycUNC546hcXkDr4nLJ3suFvmUpkNcmwzqVGw764O4rzoLBcpnL5f-C6_4DYUed2qipReUk3Y3AuT1ZtMp5HqIeGU/s1600-h/anis+n+friends.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSB8-UbSultVYEUDyAYKNAQUhuSWd-hy2Bp7CW00lfDN6014DxwIBycUNC546hcXkDr4nLJ3suFvmUpkNcmwzqVGw764O4rzoLBcpnL5f-C6_4DYUed2qipReUk3Y3AuT1ZtMp5HqIeGU/s320/anis+n+friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419562617536816770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">from the left: addah, hanis, me, ilya, naz, farha, ika.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">p.s: i'm sooo chubby!!! hahaha.. ;p</span></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-59526193341696396432009-12-11T18:43:00.003+08:002009-12-11T18:48:32.244+08:00ta'ruf n 1st week as a University student!!! (cont.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ma_uweQxx9HhP02vaeMn5LryBzyeeE7X_2ANe9DMwBc0_waKlYMuRiSaiwsK7WPUrW6FYhDg9obRUOJjWdnUGHr_uf5vbpVRWrx-GHrrkLV2638KIQo-DKeCNhF3gpSo63yzFkmcZKM/s1600-h/041220090301111"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ma_uweQxx9HhP02vaeMn5LryBzyeeE7X_2ANe9DMwBc0_waKlYMuRiSaiwsK7WPUrW6FYhDg9obRUOJjWdnUGHr_uf5vbpVRWrx-GHrrkLV2638KIQo-DKeCNhF3gpSo63yzFkmcZKM/s320/041220090301111" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413928219375454834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEOeIYISB-QXnTpRvGUfzHWI4Z_zc49ps4nkoZ-3YmPMT6l9EaIalDWsuqhjb92R0NsVyb6k9T3qYJM6HMz6M7kySJPoRpfS2YE9NYlpZEHJavbgabTT1cJPWzwG5PTIzQobhnf7Xss8/s1600-h/04122009028+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEOeIYISB-QXnTpRvGUfzHWI4Z_zc49ps4nkoZ-3YmPMT6l9EaIalDWsuqhjb92R0NsVyb6k9T3qYJM6HMz6M7kySJPoRpfS2YE9NYlpZEHJavbgabTT1cJPWzwG5PTIzQobhnf7Xss8/s320/04122009028+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413928218984164722" /></a><br />haha, memandangkan xmuat nak ltk gmbr byk2 kat dlm 1 post, i've converted this post to 2 posts. hehe.. here's the pictures that farissa had edited and published it in her blog.<div><br /></div><div>silalah lawati blog farissa: <a href="http://duniabelogfarysa.blogspot.com/2009/12/taaruf-week.html">http://duniabelogfarysa.blogspot.com/2009/12/taaruf-week.html</a><br /><div><br /></div></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-65762068147437897822009-12-11T16:54:00.003+08:002009-12-11T18:42:54.581+08:00ta'ruf n 1st week as a University student!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hey there peeps!!! its been a long time yah?? its been ages since i last updated my blog n yea, i'm kinda missing it a lot. hahaa.. ta'aruf week is like the torturing week 4 me n my friends, but we're alive. it was soooooo TIRING!!!! hmm, here's some of da pictures dat we've taken on our ta'aruf week.<div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwWu6XNSv1ENyBv45lBpc4-e0f4Zf2_FPHbVg9lKitG9v0Psbqw5W3GhiUgcRmJPt3OG36qmVczRn4bHzCLJuPhTSYbjIzrWfGNfTnvqqbUcwOXB7skbOf06zHS6RyetmhwsdZnE_q-4/s320/031220091662.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413926012871635714" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVM1qK5-YxY_5biR1m8tRMwa8n3oQozYPKAwG6J-BNJKNuO-_hLZPRMJcI1ueLMqkk948Ndt3n5yPCieOFomFf_U1TSzmgUuPrDmkfAtWAYaFlY3b8Hjk5c94_CMhnFaHuRINgEQTV2A/s320/04122009032.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413926003735597858" /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5NbYcStb0uN_4QfUrKNUAJjlN-z6IBgjoc0T2omVui9nZ47_n2nLblXBI6iI7zjI-HiZJUpWbohhAg_8Wfx7qLNA0zLvPQML1Q3JUcadrusJ0tQ2IcmXTlc8E52124Rig4WxDftaZfpI/s320/031220091663.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413925995784010914" /></div></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-33042627470593381392009-11-28T22:22:00.005+08:002009-11-28T23:00:46.148+08:00going out to OU... NEW MOON!!!!!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiJ8K9bH7BsNH0gVd-06XYKWTfO9esp7i3PHr4geGRDeAf6zKmOElqWIG91ISpXimCQJ8mT-NG9BRVUJocfSlCKpsfgYlgqffWjZvh_aOb44UaZTIcQX-tq7s56QsZZBQWe_MfkxeWbA/s1600/27805759.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiJ8K9bH7BsNH0gVd-06XYKWTfO9esp7i3PHr4geGRDeAf6zKmOElqWIG91ISpXimCQJ8mT-NG9BRVUJocfSlCKpsfgYlgqffWjZvh_aOb44UaZTIcQX-tq7s56QsZZBQWe_MfkxeWbA/s320/27805759.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409168905250949970" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>selama 2hari kami sekeluarga ke OU. haha, Selepas habis sembahyang sunat di masjid, kami hanya habiskan masa di rumah .. Ptg skit bru pegi OU. cadang nak amek tiket movie NEW MOON utk hari sabtu n ahad.. ahhaa.. mama n papa belanja. SAYANG MAMA N PAPA!! <3..>so then, ni la muka anis waktu boring tunggu sandal aiman yg sedang dicari oleh sales girl...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj124ZyiWTlI1P6nvNDDrGPfcxn7NGdxvuJxbn_QO6xIoHRcz5sGbtdfeX1QUADyOmEoW-tsQ-Un40hjgLsWfXZE62sm9ZyhtJMo5wHV7LX7m0AdbDLxx8PDdvB6DsHzfR_apxnYhgVIHY/s320/DSC01278.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409167113225677890" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday arrives with a nerve-wrecking feeling.. lol.. py la excited nak pegi tgk NEW MOON!! haha, waktu tgh tgk movie, pergh!! sound system mmg xyah ckp la. best! hehe, tp tu la, mama asyk ty je knape dia jd cam2? but then, both of us were like, "mama edward!!! waahhhh hensem gla! haha.. " "btul. (sambil tgk dgn mata yg bersinar2).. my dad n my bro was like "what?? (muka confuse)". haha.. ape lagi, bla movie habis je, my dad ty, "bla no 3 nak kuar????" haha masing2 da minat tgk movie nih.. my mom mntk nak bca buku eclipse bila da smpi rumah, tp tgk2 my dad yg bca dulu.. :p hehe.. xsabar nak tgk 4 the 2nd time.. :D</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-68325005313381793692009-11-22T00:40:00.003+08:002009-11-22T01:10:11.748+08:00visiting Zara Qaisara<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJGjnw2TXIXj1tnDsWnJKT7M5NjcEhZlrse6AjH-NVhejZzQqARyOXlVKJOKcRcV1kO3iZ_zLPQwrXbDMWrAUwC8hs-C2nHmc9FnNxYk1boNAQ-yaBJNUcyrWRLTp12VXW5CvbwZ5sXU/s1600/DSC01266.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJGjnw2TXIXj1tnDsWnJKT7M5NjcEhZlrse6AjH-NVhejZzQqARyOXlVKJOKcRcV1kO3iZ_zLPQwrXbDMWrAUwC8hs-C2nHmc9FnNxYk1boNAQ-yaBJNUcyrWRLTp12VXW5CvbwZ5sXU/s320/DSC01266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406602120536079682" border="0" /></a>ahhh.. she's da most snobbish cuz that i have.. lol. no lar, its just dat ssh btul nak dkt dgn budak kecik nih. if u want to get near her, u have to be really patient coz she hav da mood swings. lol. but all went well this evening as my fam and my pak cik's family visit their new home in Klang. haha.. mula2 tuh mmg la bdk kechik sorang nih asyik tutup mata (konon segan la tuh). hehe, tp lps dipujuk rayu, bru la dia tunjuk muka. tu pun tarik mulut masam. haha, lalu bermulalah operasi menambat hati <span style="font-weight: bold;">Zara Qaisara</span>. hehehe..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr4BakwnfUCB4Mpcrnr3wCT-Y4qeb3PzpaDDc-wdeXr_2rwMrWkAOghWW_o9RrVBG9wrnP7jms3FBeanR4d3WBIZeaty3qqI4K1D324SPeyXVYHLpIqKzVC4vS5vVHHGpBeIlWBC_pHo/s1600/DSC01268.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr4BakwnfUCB4Mpcrnr3wCT-Y4qeb3PzpaDDc-wdeXr_2rwMrWkAOghWW_o9RrVBG9wrnP7jms3FBeanR4d3WBIZeaty3qqI4K1D324SPeyXVYHLpIqKzVC4vS5vVHHGpBeIlWBC_pHo/s320/DSC01268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406602128889738354" border="0" /></a>akhirnya, berjaya sudah. dgn bantuan patung rabbit kesayangan<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Zara Qaisara</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Jali</span>. haha, nama xleh blah btul. haha, tp tu la. bdk kechik ni nak main dgn dgn kakak dia yg nih je. dgn kakak sofia dia xmau main. haha, pantang nmpk sofia or abang2 yg lain pegang mainan dia, trus tunjuk2, buat muka. xmau bagi dieorg main. tp bla kakak anis dia nih pegang, bru dia bagi. hehehe.. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PI_vwX2J8yTV9gFosl1wi-_khJplx-NIgfMf8wnY2_XMbQx29XbDYha8-SACZqbkFdmZVsqF2N7X_b_mL9Y9bRg50lsXYhfln6wbEnKHSPdb88dmE8T8PL1D4e7ekHXJ8ITtKYCjFNY/s1600/DSC01267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PI_vwX2J8yTV9gFosl1wi-_khJplx-NIgfMf8wnY2_XMbQx29XbDYha8-SACZqbkFdmZVsqF2N7X_b_mL9Y9bRg50lsXYhfln6wbEnKHSPdb88dmE8T8PL1D4e7ekHXJ8ITtKYCjFNY/s320/DSC01267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406599684739513522" border="0" /></a><br />yg paling unik pasal Zara Qaisara nih, dia nih ada kulit yg sungguh la sensitif. pntg je ada yg xkena, trus naik ruam, merah2. kesian Zara. hehe, one more thing, Zara has her eyes on electronic gadgets, so if u guys wanna get to be cozy with her in a short amount of time, u should show her ur hp, psp, laptops, etc. ;p lol.. luv her. <3petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-3219763622122573732009-11-17T09:56:00.003+08:002009-11-17T10:17:29.311+08:00leganya hati ini.hahahahhahahahhaaa.. akhirnya. lega btul hati nih bla d aslmt lepas pre-reg utk msuk main campus nanti. akhirnya, segala kerisauan sudah pun dilalui. haha.. mna x nya, smpi terbawa-bawa dlm mimpi xbole nak reg. gla ah. bole demam mcm nih. hehe. tu la, waktu nak dftr tuh mmg berdebar2 rasanya. breakfast pun xamik. heehe. bkn main nervous. huhu. tp itu la, bkn main busy lagi. dpn laptop nih da ada mcm2 jenis kertas. hehe, ni xckp ape yg di-display-kan di screen laptop.<div>haha. ym? jgn ckp la. mmg byk windows yg bukak. haha. dgn sambil2 tuh download manga. hehehe. xde keje btul minah ini. :p<br /><div><br /></div><div>hmm... sungguh xsabar rasanya nak pegi ke malam sehati berdansa pada hari khamis ni. Mak Na ad ajk pegi, so ape lagi. xmau lps kan peluang. lgpun mak na tuh ass secretary utk Persatuan Telesimia. hehe.. cant wait!! :D</div></div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-81250827727156922882009-11-11T16:21:00.004+08:002009-11-11T17:31:11.487+08:00a thought to share.. :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckwAuOpnVhoySkINLKhvBh6pOh-_wOUhWvgmujCwstsEXpYd3GhhXYa2M4Zqyjy7xZ8AsZXNZ2aNkkDES153vpOJdzEWUq2ABIPfwRscbJ5SqeF2YnFQlePxJ_AFERN2S80D7oqBlfb0/s1600-h/bloggers-vert.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 25px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckwAuOpnVhoySkINLKhvBh6pOh-_wOUhWvgmujCwstsEXpYd3GhhXYa2M4Zqyjy7xZ8AsZXNZ2aNkkDES153vpOJdzEWUq2ABIPfwRscbJ5SqeF2YnFQlePxJ_AFERN2S80D7oqBlfb0/s400/bloggers-vert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402768957090479490" /></a><br />as i sit in silence,<div>contemplating, </div><div>and reminiscing,</div><div>about past memories, </div><div>the tearful,</div><div>the excitement,</div><div>the strees,</div><div>the happiness, </div><div>the fights,</div><div>the vagueness.</div><div><br /></div><div>it all came to me with a crash of </div><div>old fondness..</div><div>each memory held a very dear value </div><div>to me in person..</div><div><br /></div><div>life in school,</div><div>starting from SKTTDI 1</div><div>continuing to SMKTTDI,</div><div>n from that to MRSM..</div><div>school days r a pain but </div><div>it is a fun thing to do.. </div><div><br /></div><div>life in foundation studies..</div><div>da most recent event in my life..</div><div>meeting new friends, </div><div>fighting with them..</div><div>maturing together,</div><div>facing problems together, </div><div>n solving it altogether...</div><div><br /></div><div>all of it is a memorable experiences</div><div>that are gifted by HIM to us..</div><div>let us treasure the memories that</div><div>we obtained until now in our</div><div>most high security vault.. :D</div>petitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5367928187532447615.post-46097392373576527802009-11-10T22:33:00.003+08:002009-11-10T22:57:09.860+08:00a boring day...............<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6iMR1lDRDEaysAo7HhVNDK8GGur_AFs5f_cIy36JmNfjycRfFuwwix9n98ZgmEgJlpHGIKTmfybqYsZg1uLE7YrPif6Xp7hmbU0eWNBuJRJyjsb3sX4w72PD0JKatJmYTmxBq8Cyt64Q/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6iMR1lDRDEaysAo7HhVNDK8GGur_AFs5f_cIy36JmNfjycRfFuwwix9n98ZgmEgJlpHGIKTmfybqYsZg1uLE7YrPif6Xp7hmbU0eWNBuJRJyjsb3sX4w72PD0JKatJmYTmxBq8Cyt64Q/s320/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402487641026987730" /></a><br />it is a very boring day indeed. i don't even know what to occupy myself with. in the end, i just decided to tidy up my room n do some chores before i went out to some shop nearby the house. n at last i've bought my AG 2000 blemish clear complex!! (gaya mcm nak promote je).. hehehe.. even though its raining lightly, i don't give a damn bout it. lol... n then, i saw many shops!! hahaa.. (mesti ah, da nma rmh kdai, mesti la ada byk kedai).. hehhehe.. i went into a stationary shop n i found a very2 lovely box that is soooooooo <b>CUTE</b> n in my favourite colour and <b>POLKADOTS</b>!!!!! i bought it, of course. lol.. n then, i make my way to Cikgu Zarina's tuition centre to greet her.. i miss my no 1 teacher for +math.. lol, we chatted for a while n then i excuses myself bcoz she has to attend her class for the evening. she said to me: "budak kechik, pegi tulis no awak kat ppn putih tuh. tulis besar2 skit." i responded: "alaa cikgu, nak buat ape dgn no saya nih??", (terkial2 la ak nih nak tulis kat ppn putih tuh sbb tinggi sgt).. hehhe.. n then she said: "oit, da tau xsampai tu amik la kerusi nih. panjat atas kerusi nih. bdk kecik nih.. da masuk universiti da bdk nih..(sambil pukul2 ak nih)".. hahaa.. last2, ape lg, ak amik jgk la kerusi dan panjat utk mencapai ppn putih tersebut. i said to her: "da tulis da. knape cikgu nak?". she said: "hari jumaat nih dtg la teman saya, saya duk sorang2 kat pusat tuition nih. kamu cuti kan? saya nak blanja makan. klu ada masa kte pegi ronda2 skali. amacam?".. hehe, ape lagi yg student dia nih nak ckp?? hahaa.. rezeki jgn ditolak. Alhamdulillah..... :Dpetitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13755364670507033113noreply@blogger.com0