Friday, January 9, 2009
pagi hari
Saturday, January 3, 2009
happy new year

Tuesday, December 23, 2008
tagged 3
Family : nen, kak nein,acik nein...
Jiran : nen,kak long...
Friends : nein,fabrizia,fab,zanini,ne-in,kak nein,along...
Anda seorang yang.....Kekuatan and Kelemahan
kekuatan : jadi kuli angkat barang berat kalu kat umh tu..mentang2 badan aku basar,sume aku kene angkat...(i'm still a girl ok...) x best tol..(tp nenek lg kuat taw.seyes ni!x main2..)
kelemahan : ske tdo.tu sbb x leh slim.haha
Makanan and Minuman Favourite Anda.....
Makanan : yg nenek n ibu masak.anything la.pucuk ubi rebus pon bole jd sedap..yummmy!!
Minuman : anything wid ice in it.once wat jus pegaga...fuuuuhhh sedapnyer!!
Favourite Colour.....
i think i like black n red
Favourite Song.....
1) I'm you- leona lewis
2) miss independent - ne-yo
3) Halcyon (Beautiful Days) - Mono
4) After Midnight - Yuna
Siapa yang membuatkan anda tergelak.....
1) fitri - sepupu paling kecik sbb die br pandai bcakap...so die asek bcakap jek.so, hv to xpect d unxpected..
2) Gile Kentang / 58 ... (mcm2 ada...)
3) my sis's frens - they sure know how to make ppl laugh smp ssh nk napas
Siapakah yang membuatkan anda stress.....
1) Puan diana adnan ---stress ckp dgn org yg xnk kalah ni kadang2.. (kadang2 wat buli jek..haha)
2) Puan mahani martu ---stress gak dgr die bebel sbb nnt die majuk...adoi nenek ku syg...
3 benda yang mesti ada dalam beg anda.....
Beg??? beg yg mane ek?kalu ade beg, byk aku sumbat smp penuh.tp tgk tmpt gak la kn... tp salunye aku masuk poket je kalu pakai suar b'poket la.. so, here we go
1) duit (seposen pon duit gak kan....)
2) handphone cum walkman cum camera.
3) purse (kalu rajin r..tp kene bwk gak,sbb ic dlm tu n sumtime xde poket nk isi brg2 d atas, hehe)
Kali terakhir anda beriya-iya menangis. Kenapa?
hmmmmm....bile ek? thn lps kot? jap3....ye r..tym salam raye tu ha...sume emo.hehe
Perkara paling lucu dan memalukan dalam hidup anda.....
lucu n memalukan ek...ade ke wei?korg ingat x? aku x ingat la wei...ingat kn aku ek kalu ade. sbb kalu lucu tu mmg byk.memalukn tu mane leh ckp ma...x bek memalukn dr sendri nih..hehe..tp kalu 2-2 mmg aku x sure ade ke x.hehe.PEACE
Tag 6 rakan anda.....
1) ale' - jgn segan2 update blog anda tu...pos la ole2 dr sane =p
2) ina - ko ni, sejak kuar maxis, diam jek...x dgr kabar langsung
3) budak caremel - manenye caremel aku ha....update blog cpt
4) aja - bukak la blog anda...hehe
5) ko bace...ko kene tag le.woahahaahahaha..sile2..
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
you are beautiful
aku dok click2 kat youtube ni n t'jumpe this poet. amir sulaiman.i tot he juz like sum typical rapper (d effin etc...)tp he's not like dat at all. i like to hear him recite his poem.suare die yg serak2 tu mcm best lak.nway, diz is 1 of my fav poem by him.aku pilih ni, sbb aku taw ramai pompuan kat luar sane yg lebih selesa mendiamkan diri daripada fight back.i think, that shud change.i think we shud fight if sumbody wanna hurt us or hef been hurting us physically n mentally.kite x boleh diam je...make urself happy.love urself n i love u too.hehehe...njoy =)
HOW BEAUTIFUL -amir sulaiman-
How beautiful are you? * you didnt think you were beautiful enough to say, "I want to be loved, Not taken advantage of " * You must have not known you are dove * Aflying far above dark valleys of tears and blood * Of those that know sex * And carnal pleasure * But not love * You didn't think you were beautiful enough to say, "Don't talk to me like that" * You didn't think you were beautiful enough to say, "Don't touch me like that" * You didn't think you were beautiful enough to have, any position but on your back * You didn't even think you were beautiful enough to fight back * So you laid lifeless * As you innermost chambers were, attacked and torn and attacked and torn * You closed your eyes * Trying to find some place black and warm * Somewhere you are safe from the storm, of the norm * Of beast holding from you legs neck and arms * As your innermost chambers are attacked and torn, attacked and torn * You lie being thrown * From your back to your front to your side * From your back to your front to your side * Bare cold and naked and desperately trying to hide * And any sign of pride has been torn from your insides * And you can't even conjure up the emotion to cry * You don't even spend your time wondering why * You simply wonder * If you'll ever be a wife or mother * Or if you'll ever be gently touched instead of grabbed * Or if you'll ever be gently guided instead of dragged * Or if you'll ever be appreciated * [As] opposed to just had * You didn't think you were beautiful enough to say, "I don't want to be raped" * By the time you are ugly enough, to know that you were beautiful it will be too late * By the time you are ugly enough, to know that you were beautiful it will be too late * I swear by God you are beautiful * Don't wait until it's too late *
make it thru...
i want it to....huhu..tp mcm ssh jek nk dapat seorang insan bnama lelaki yg cintakan Allah, n hormat pada perempuan2 dalam hidupnya.ada mmg ada, tp ssh nak jumpe...insyaAllah, 1 day kn... ma fav poem by amir sulaiman.njoy n u will understand wat im trying to say here. peace =)
SHE SAID I PREFER A BROKEN NECK... by AMIR SULAIMAN
She said that she would prefer a broken neck to another broken heart.I said "Remember, even the beauty of birth leaves its own scars..And know that you will find your home right where you are." She said, "I know it sounds cliche, but I really am just waiting to exhale."She's not looking for a perfect man, she ain't holding out for Denzel, She's just looking for a real man, But she said "Most of the realest were in graves or in jail"Just an upright brother, but she's left with low down brothers, homo thugs, and downlow brothers. And it took her some time with herself to discover That having love is even more important than having a lover...
But what am I supposed to tell her?That it's going to be okay? But it may not be.It may be hard and ugly,Difficult, complicated, rough and bloody..And I said, "So many women are struggling"
She said, "Yeah, I'd like a man to kiss me, I'd like a man to hug me..But he's gotta truly love love before he can truly love me"I said, "I feel you." She said, "No, you're not feeling me. She said,"We are women bringing up seeds,Our own sons grow up thinking love is a disease..Ducking and dodging real relationships, and just gonna take what they please..And they treat pregnancy like it's an STD...If the test comes back positive, it's a negative...And they are ghost in the streets...Drunk in the wind, only a moment is spent and those moments are brief...Our sons' role models are rolling stones, unknown or deceased....They figure we can't teach them manhood, so they'll get grown in the streets...So in the cold world they find warmth with the men holding the heat." I said "There's gotta be a change." She said, "Yeah, it's gotta be more than poems on TV" I said, "I feel you."
She asked me how I survive. I said, "By Allah, it was my mother otherwise.. I would have been dead, crazy, institutionalized.Allah, i wish i could properly apologize, not being able to thank her for giving me life...She kept us in the good neighborhoods, even though she couldn't keep on the lights...so we could go to the best schools learning to read and to write.Sometimes we'd be so broke, in the store, she'd have to pick between the beans and the rice.Sometimes she'd put ketchup on a navy bean so it wouldn't seem like we're eating the same thing every night.Two jobs during the day, and one at night.And the stuff I saw her endure, I never wanna see in my wife... So I know being a man is more than being male, and I'm focused on doing it right."
"But when I think about my childhood, I don't think about povertyI remember how she hugged me, kissed me, taught me, loved me.And I know you prefer a broken neck to another broken heart...Broken parts that litter the night sky like stars.But remember, even the beauty of birth leaves its own scars....And know that you will find your home, right where you are...We will find our homes right where we are."

