tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619713066885189862024-03-16T03:09:14.397+02:00Diamond Umbrella.intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-78042131561463096052012-12-10T01:39:00.000+02:002012-12-10T01:42:22.607+02:00Please,Thank You, Sorry & Ego<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Please, thank you, sorry. These are 3 words that are taught to us since we were small. Might be simple, but these 3 words can give a huge impact in our social life. It shows our manner, our upbringing, and how we deal with different situations in daily life.</span></b><br />
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Anyhow, the impact of these words vary on how we say it. Some people over-used it. Some people avoid it's usage at all. </b></span><br />
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I think, everything in this world has it's limit. Yeah, for sure. No matter how madly in love you are with something,someone,anything, if they're shoved to your face every day, every minute, every second, the affection will surely fades. That's why there's a Malay proverb quoting "Sayang isteri tinggal tinggalkan". Direct translation will be " Love your wife by leaving her" Temporarily. Not to separate as in divorce. And why is that? So the love will get stronger. Okay, let me give you another example. Let's say you loveeeee butter prawn. But what if you have butter prawn as your breakfast, lunch, dinner, and supper. I'm 100% sure by the 3rd day, you'll hate it.</b></span><br />
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The affection is gone. Same goes to 'Please, Thank You, & Sorry' Nope! Scratch "<strike>Thank You" </strike> . In my opinion, under whatever the circumstances, we have to say thank you. You know, I have a housemate who'll say thank you in everything.I mean like EVERYTHING. Even if I ask her to help me with something, buy a chocolate per se, she'll send it to my room and says : "Intan,here's your chocolate, and your balance. Thank you!" She's the one who's helping me and she's the one who says thank you? That's a big slap on my face!! But it's a good manner right? Anak sapaaaa la ni sopan sangat!! What about the word please? I think most girl really know how to use this word. Just say 'please..', and the work is done! Nak gedik sikit, you can prolong the harakat 'pleaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~' Tadaaaaaa!! Who dares to say no??? But! But! But! 'Pleaaaaseeeeeeeeeee...' is totally different from 'Puhh leaaaseee'. One is persuading and the other is annoyed expression.</b></span><br />
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Now we've come the most important word. Sorry. For people who always use this word, they must think 'Sorry is a magical word that can cures everything'. Nope.That is so very wrong. In so many level. What's done is done. It can never been undone. Unless you can erase selected memory. Just because you say the word 'sorry' everything is back to normal? So, in other words, I can slap you, and say 'sorry!' and we're friends again? What about I take a knife,stab this annoying girl that I've hated for my entire life and "Oopss, I did it again! Sorry!" Is that acceptable? And what if i repeat the same mistake over and over again and utter the word sorry for everytime, but at the same time make no effort to change, is that kind of apology accepted? No right? So you see now? The word is losing it's power because you over-used it. It's meaningless.</b></span><br />
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I admit, I'm one of the people who rarely say the words 'Please & Sorry". But I can say thank you. Because I really appreciate what people do for me. But because of the overwhelming power of the words please and sorry, I'm afraid to use them. I don't like to say please because it's a proof that I'm weak. I need help. I need somebody to assist me. It's like begging people to do something that I'm incapable of. What a shame. What if after we 'Pleaseeeee..pleaseeee...' , the answer is no? Kita dah rendahkan maruah kita untuk mintak tolong, sekali kena reject mentah mentah. Mana nak letak muka ni?? But there's always one person that i can't say no to when that person says "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee". It should be past-tense. Because it was in the past.</b></span><br />
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I hardly say sorry because, like any other normal people, I hate to admit I'm wrong even though i know i am. Usually,I'll show it in another way, denoting I'm really super duper sorry.I always imagine, when i admit my mistake, and I say sorry to someone, that someone will ignore me. Yet,make me feel bad. And not accepting the apology. Wow,that's hurt! To say sorry itself need a tonnes of courage, what else being ignored. I can't take that much loads. I know it's not something that I should be proud of. And I also realize that, once i make a mistake I have to do whatever it takes to correct it. That's the price I have to pay. But the journey to get the apology is challenging. And sometimes it's not worth the mistake.</b></span><br />
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Some people say I have a huge ego. That's why it's hard for me to say sorry. And also to forgive people. Because I don't want my 'sorry' to be cheap. And I don't want people to do me wrong repeatedly. </b></span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some people say I actually have no idea how to express my feelings. So I reflect it on my actions. I think i have a little bit of both. Anyway, we can never be a judge of ourselves. It's people-around-us job.</span></b><br />
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The thing is we should be subtle. Give those words (Please, Thank You,& Sorry) their right to be used wisely and correctly because only then, they can give the optimum effect! They may not correct everything, but at least they'll make things better. </b></span><br />
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Till then,</b></span><br />
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intan.</b></span>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-89130192375684725052012-08-07T17:39:00.005+02:002012-08-07T17:39:51.097+02:00Lam Loken! Lam Loken! Lam Loken!<b>Lam Loken. Pernah dengar? Tak pernah? Ladies and gentleman, it's a place. Not a person nor a food. Bertempat di Perak. Kalau nak lebih specific dekat Ipoh. Nak specific lagi? Depan Tune's Hotel. I bet tak semua orang Ipoh tau pasal Lam Loken ni.</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Orang ramai di Lam Loken</td></tr>
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<b>Bagi anda anda di luar sana yang gemarkan barangan antik, inilah tempat yang anda wajib jengah. Keluarga saya memang tak asing gemarkan barangan antik. Memang sangat sangat suka dengan barangan lama. Even kereta kodok/katak atau pun orang panggil wak segan tu pun kami ada. Satu tu beli, satu lagi tu kereta arkitek british pertama di tanah melayu. Haaa..yang tu dapat free je,sebab abah baik dengan driver kereta tu. Jadi disebabkan dia tengok abah's passion towards this car, maka, dia pun hadiahkan. Macam tu je. Senang kan? Arkitek mat british tu takyah tanyalah.. Sah sah dah gol. Pernah satu masa tu, abah bawak balik topi perang. Topi perang jepun. Yang ni pun kawan abah bagi. Kawan abah kata masa topi tu dijumpai, ada kepala lagi dalam tu. Kepala orang kena penggal. Gilos. Memang kitorang adik beradik tak pegang la topi tu. Mak pulak segala alat pemain piring hitam,mesin jahit dulu dulu, seterika arang, gasing, segalanyalah mak kumpul. Siapa yang pernah datang rumah saya tu mungkin pernah nampak benda benda tu. Begitu jugak saya. Saya suka dengan benda benda klasik. Saya rasa benda ni unik, nilai estetika yang tinggi. Cewahh~~!! Cerita lama lama ke, lagu lama lama ke semua saya layan. Even bunyi mesej handphone saya pun dialogue Pendekar Bujang Lapok..Namun ini tak bermakna saya sukakan jejaka klasik.</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Klasik kan kipas tu. Barangan tembaga tu rasanya untuk upacara menepung tawar masa bersanding. Masa acu kawen dulu pun masih guna ni. Tu sebab ingat.</td></tr>
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<b>Where were we? Yeah, Lam Loken. Selalu tersasar! Okay,Lorong Lam Loken ni melambakkan barangan barangan antik. Tapi barangan tah hape hape yang lain pun banyak juga. Nak buah buahan pun boleh beli sini. Obat kuat pun bolehh.. Dekat perak setakat yang saya tahu ada 2 je ada tempat seumpama ini. Satu Lam Loken Ipoh, satu lagi Lorong Kulit, Taiping. Kalau nak rasa kemeriahannya, kena datang seawal 6pagi. Masa tu macam macam ada. Rambang mata! Tapi itulah,liat nak bangun pagi. </b><br />
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<b>Yang bestnya kat sini, korang boleh tawar menawar gila gila! Haritu mak nak beli lampu comel comel untuk rumah nilai, daripada RM60, dapat RM40 sepasang. Even ada yang boleh dapat diskaun 70%. Mulut kena pandai kak.. Kalau boleh cakap loghat perak lagi senang laa.. Di sinilah emak memainkan peranan. Teman tak gheti benor.. </b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Memang berterabur pun cara jual. Tengok, barangan tembaga sebelah kasut masut.</b></td></tr>
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<b>Tetapi! Ya..ada tapinya. Korang mestilah pandai pilih barangan yang berkualiti. Sebabnya peniaga just akan melambakkan barang barang tersebut. Masih berfungsi atau tidak, itu anda yang kena pastikan. Kalau rasa rasa barang tu tak berfungsi, tapi anda rasa anda boleh repair sendiri, mintak kurang 80% dengan alasan dah rosak. Sure dapat. Balik tu repairlah sendiri ye dak? Macam dulu mak belikan saya beg luggage since saya belajar kat egypt kan.. Beg tu macam beg tentera balik kampung. Besarrrr!! Dalam tu cantik lagi. Siap ada tempat penyangkut baju lagi. Cuma warnanya je dah luntur and ada calar calar sikit. Tapi serious sangat smart & vintage. Mak saya mintak kurang sampai jadi RM 30 je. Balik tu mak beli spray warna hijau askar suruh saya spray. And I did. Looked brand new! Puas hati. Cuma berat jelah. Makan kg saya.. T__T</b><br />
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<b>Apa barangan lain yang ada? Duit duit lama. Mesti ramai yang suka kan? Dabus, biola, seruling yang berukir ukir. Handmade okay! Lesung giling, model kereta antik lama lama. Congkak, barangan kemas lama yang diperbuat daripada tembaga ala ala Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam tu melambak okay. Barang permainan budak budak pun banyak. Murah murah.Radio klasik, telefon pusing pusing tu, keris, even kad pengenalan P.Ramlee pun ada! Pinggan mangkuk zaman maharaja china pun tak terkecuali.</b><br />
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<b>Bila dah penat berjalan jalan, tetiba rasa lapar, kat hujung lorong tu banyak gerai makanan. Tapi di bulan puasa yang mulia ni kalau tak malu jugak, pergila makan. What else? What else? Gambar boleh? Gambar gambar ni diambil sendiri hari ahad yang lepas. Semua benda saya nak ambik gambar. Bajet tourist. Haha.</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kasut ice skating pun ada! Mampew??<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abah and Banglang checking out an awesome model car.<br />Harga RM150. Belum tawar. Kalau pandai RM60 dah dapat. Berat ni. Memang berkualiti.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like this one. Pakcik tu satu satu dia keluarkan nak bagi saya ambik gambar. Lepas tu dia keluarkan keretapi pulak. Jenuh!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plat kereta mengikut tahun keluaran. 1922.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haaa.. Bukan takat barangan antik, periuk nasik elektrik pun hado! haha!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koleksi duit lama. Dari zaman kesultanan melayu pun ada tau. Malas nak ambik gambar dari dekat. Ni pun ambik sambil berjalan je ni.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lesung batu. BERAT SEMACAM!<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pakcik ni mula mula nak nyanyi tapi bila tengok saya pegang kamera, segan terus. haha</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haaa..Boot cowboy nih! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seram jugak tengok barang barang lama ni. Macam ada misteri disebaliknya. Penebuk lubang tu nampak tak? Berat. Baling anjing, hilang terus rabies. Dengan anjing anjing tu hilang nyawa.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Radio lama. Already have this one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Barangan bertukang pun ada.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scary kan?? Macam Childsplay!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Atuk yang malu malu kucing bila saya nak tangkap gambar dia.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Madu lebah. Hai obat.. hai obat.. mari beli obat..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bekas tembaga yang besar tu tak silap orang dulu guna untuk ambik air dari sungai.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kasut sekolah terpakai.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anak patung porcelain. Tengok pun takut. Macam berhantu. Ni kes banyak sangat tengok cerita hantu omputih ni! Mak nak beli bagi mia. Tapi saya & adik tak bagi sebab benda tu menakutkan. Last last taukeh tu bagi separuh harga and mom bought it! =(</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sebenarnya nak ambik gambar monyet ni. Comel! Kecik je pakai gown warna pink. Siap pampers lagi. Haha.. Tapi tangkap dari tepi je sebab nanti tuan dia perasan nak ambik gambar dia pulak. Lepas tu kat highway jumpa lagi. Macam ada jodoh. dengan monyet tu.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mak kata yang berambu rambu tu orang kampung panggil polong.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lampu pelita yang berbentuk ayam. Unik kan?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">dabus ke nama benda ni eh? harga RM60 boleh kurang.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Orang parit sebut basikey.. Orang bota sebut basika..<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kawah. Nak buat kenduri kawen senang.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Macam macam kasut ada. Terpakai la..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bila tengok pakcik ni teringat satu scene dalam Pendekar Bujang Lapok yang hantu gigi tu tiup benda ni panggil geng hantu 007 yang lain. hahah! Pakcik tu cakap<br />"Gambor saya ni udoh lepeh ke menghate negeri. Saye je tak tauu" haha!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pasu bunga zaman dulu. Terasa macam kembali ke zaman kesultanan melayu melaka. Cewah!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really like this bag. Dengan warnanya tu. Still in a good condition. Harga? RM40. Belum tawar.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yang ni bukan untuk dijual. Ni adik saya.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saja ambik sebab saya lahir tahun kuda.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tiup tiup apebenda tah. Tak tau nama.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Celak. satu RM10. Dulu opah banyak benda ni. Saya buat main kawen kawen dengan sepupu. hehe..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ni ke polaroid cam?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mangga zaman dulu. 2 hari 2 malam pun belum tentu pencurik dapat masuk.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tali pinggang tembaga untuk perempuan. Harga? RM40</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Banglang keluar dari bilik saje main main cuit patung ni guna kaki. Dia tak tau buat daripada porcelain. Dia ingatkan plastic. Terus patah ibu jari patung ni. Saya dengan adik 2-2 cuak,pastu ugut nak bagitau mak. Terdiam terus Banglang. Dia suruh kitorang betulkan. Tapi kitorang taknak.Bukan kitorang yang buat. Adik ambik patung ni and letak atas katil dia. Menjerit ketakutan Banglang. Dia keluar bawak patung tu ke hulu ke hilir tak tau nak buat apa. Lastnya dia letak atas katil bilik mak. Sampai hari ni kami rahsiakan benda ni dari mak. Dahlah anak patung ni scary. Terus internet takde 2 hari. Errkkk!!!<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<b>p/s : Karut je atas ni. Anak patung just anak patung. Mana boleh buat apa apa. Internet takde sebab router terbakar. Hanya takut kepada siapa? Ya.. Allah yang esa.</b><br />
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<b>Till then...</b><br />
<b>Intan Payung.</b>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-2049138761542719542012-08-03T21:05:00.000+02:002012-08-03T21:05:10.703+02:00Why I Love AirportFor an oversea student, airport can be the most loveable place and 'I-hate-this-place-so-much-I-can-burn-it-down-right-now' at the same time. It all depends on the timing. If you're coming back to your homeland, or traveling for holiday,it's the best place ever. But if you're going back to your university/campus/college I swear you'll hope someone blow up that place. Hey, don't you dare to say that out loud. Especially at the airport. Surely you'll get arrested. Use your creativity somewhere else.<br />
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For me, I always love airport. It's an amazing place. Magica! How is that?</div>
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Here,you dont need 80 days to round the world. You just need few hours. This way,the world will come at you. Isn't it amazing how people from various countries from all around the world collected at the same place? Simply amazing. As for me, I love watching people. Seronok sebenarnya tengok gelagat manusia ni. Tambah tambah lagi orang luar negara yang berlainan budaya,bahasa, memanglah menjadi mangsa mata ini untuk ditenung. But I do have 1 problem about this. My housemates said aku ni kalau tenung orang tak reti nak cover. tenung sampai tembus. Tenung sampai orang yang aku tenung tu tak senang duduk. 'PRANGG!!' *bunyi kaca pecah* All this while, I thought I was an excellent stalker. Never get caught! It turns out I'm an obvious stalker. Kebenarannya terbukti apabila 2 hari lepas di Airport Abu Dhabi, di Burger King, tiba tiba Anati cakap "Haaaa... Kak Intan, saya tau Kak Intan pandang apa" Lantas dia melirikkan mata kepada mat salleh berbaju putih di sebelah kami. Cisss!! Ciss!! Kantoi! Kantoi!! Plus, I have a weird interest towards people outside asia. That makes my parents worry. Real worry. Takut aku kawen dengan orang luar negara, and nanti aku tinggal luar negara taknak balik balik Malaysia. 'Cukuplah abah lepaskan anak abah belajar kat mesir 6 tahun.' Abah guna ayat touching. Tak aci.</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">Eh, apa benda kat screen tu? </td></tr>
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Why toilet? I love airport's toilet. Big, clean, and......... wangi!! Selesa nak selesaikan urusan urusan kecil and mahupun besar. If you know what I mean kan.. And, after a long tireful journey, you surely wanna cleanup a little bit and get fresh right? All you need is a clean comfortable rest room. It's exciting to check all the facilities in airport's toilet you know.. Automatic this and automatic there..<br />
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But I have this 1 bitter memory about airport's toilet. If I'm not mistaken, it was a transit in Dubai. Group of old ladies from Indonesia using toilet. But since the technologies were exagerated they didn't really know how to use it. Air terpancut pancut. Lepas tu toilet bowl tak flush. Because everything was pretty much automatic. Teriuh rendah la sekejap mereka di dalam toilet itu. Datang cleaner toilet marah marah those ladies. Teruk tau. Bahasa pun boleh tahan. "Hello, turn off the water! Why you use it like that? What? You dont't know how to use toilet? What? How come you dont know how to flush the bowl? Where are you from? Now I have to clean all this! Turn it off! Turn it off!"<br />
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At that time I was putting on my eyeliner. Panasnya hati ni dengar. Orang tu dah tua tua kot. Tercengang cengang je diorang. Senyum je diorang tahan malu. Ramai orang dalam toilet tu! Geramnya aku tengok! What was her right to use that tone of voice to a tourist? Dalam hati sebenarnya dah merangka rangka ayat nak marahkan cleaner tu,siap nak panggil manager dia lagi. Belum sempat karang ayat,dia dah keluar. From that moment on, I swore if I ever face that kind of situation, I'll scold the rude people real nice. Tak payah rangka rangka ayat,ikut apa keluar mulut je nanti.<br />
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I love snowball. I collect them. Each from country I visited. Yang ada trademark negara tu sendirilah of course. So far, I have more than 10. Ala-ala mygirl, but mine, beli sendiri. Sob..sob.. takde siapa yang nak bagi.. Except for my birthday, ramai yang akan bagi snowball. Tapi yang sedihnya, kat Airport Abu Dhabi aritu tiada kutemui snowball. What kind of airport yang takde snowball. Ok,Abu Dhabi memang noob.<br />
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That's why I love airport.</div>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-1918182761375457982012-03-02T05:44:00.000+02:002012-03-02T05:44:16.818+02:00OBVIOUS THINGS<b>Honestly, i don't know what's happening to my blog. Bukak pun bila rasa rindu je kan.Itu pun sekadar bukak,tengok 2 minit,tutup. Shout widget whatsoever yang dah expired tu pun baru sedar. Entah bila la nak betulkan. Banyak benda dah tukar jugak.Aku rasa kena ambik orang gaji untuk uruskan blog <strike>yang takde orang baca </strike> ni. Ya,aku memang selalu berangan aku ada orang gaji untuk gorengkan telur sahaja, sorang untuk basuh kain baju saja,sorang untuk sidai baju saja,sorang untuk kemas bilik aku saja. Aku pun tak tau kenapa aku taknak ambik sorang je orang gaji yang boleh buat semuaaaa benda tu. Mungkin sebab suatu hari nanti aku akan jadi kaya. Bukanlah tujuannya untuk menunjuk nunjukkan kekayaan,tapi untuk mewujudkan lebih banyak peluang pekerjaan.Masa hadapan nanti rakyat kita semakin ramai. Takkan kita nak bilangan penganggur pun ramai jugak kan? By the way that's not my point today. Not even close to it.</b><br />
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<b>Okay, this one gonna be a short post. Something that happens in our daily life. The Obvious Things.</b><br />
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<b>You know how sometimes we always ask stupid and obvious question. I think all of us did. Unconciously. Contohnya, </b><b><i>"Hai,jalan sorang je?" </i> </b><br />
<b>Terang terangan dia jalan sorang. Tak taulah pulak kalau dia ada 'imaginary friends'.</b><br />
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<b>Takpun, </b><b><i>"Kau tido ke tu?"</i> <i>"Taklah,aku tengah practice camna nak mati"</i></b><br />
<b>Banyak yang bg jawapan macam tu kat Facebook sekarang.</b><br />
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<b>Tapi kadang-kadang,dialog kat atas ni kita cakap tanpa kita sedar. Paling tidak terpaksa cakap sebagai ayat ramah mesra. Tapi ada lagi satu situasi yang kita buat dalam keadaan sedar tetapi amatlah obvious <strike>dan bodoh.</strike> Tak tahu kenapa ada orang yang boleh bertanya soalan soalan sebegini rupa. Adakah kerana dia seorang yang benar benar tulus/mulus/innocent? Ataupun ada niat nak perli memerli di situ. Nak contoh??</b><br />
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<b>1) Datang seorang gadis yang badannya slim aje kepada sahabatnya yang badannya macam tong drum.</b><br />
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<b>Such an insult it is.What do you expect actually?Agak agak la kan, apa yang kawan sorang lagi yang macam tong drum ni rasa? Dah dia pun badan macam tu.. Kalau dia tau macamana cara nak kuruskan badan,takkan lah dia masih gemuk. Siapa yang nak jadi gemuk?? Tak kecik ke hati kawan tu kena tanya macam tu? Mesti dalam hati.. "Aku taula aku gemuk. Takpayah la perli perli aku.Kalau badan kurus macam dia pun dah bising gemuk,aku ni teruk sangatlah ye?" Itu kalau dia jenis makan dalam. Kalau makan luar, mungkin anda boleh dapat jenama cap 'Bodygloves' di pipi kiri anda. 2-2 pipi pun tak jadi masalah. Bergantung pada skala panas baran dan size kawan anda. Aku tak pernah kena situasi ni sebab aku tak pernah gemuk. Ikut genetic mak. Alhamdulillah. Tapi aku banyak kali dengar kawan aku yang agak berisi kena macam tu. Kesian tengok air muka diorang. Kadang kadang aku rasa macam aku pulak nak tolong lempangkan orang yang bertanya tu. Tak sensitive langsung.</b><br />
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<b>Tanya si gadis yang kulitnya sah sah putih melepak kepada kawannya yang kulitnya ala ala hindustan. And apa yang dia claim dah gelap tu sebenarnya takde beza pun dengan sebelumnya. Mengada ngada kan? Benda tu obvious. Obvious sangat. Adakah mereka ini bercakap di luar sedar. Atau main bercakap tanpa berfikir. Seolah olah bertanya dekat orang gila macamana caranya untuk menjadi normal. Haaa..yang kes ni,aku pernah dengar kawan aku kena and aku sendiri pernah kena. Nak je aku jawab <i>"ape kata lumurkan muka kau dengan tepung? Alang alang boleh audition untuk opera cina terus! Tak pun Kak Limah 2!!"</i> Al maklumlah,kulit aku ni agak hitam. Tapi special okayyy orang gelap ni. Kitorang siap ada lagu lagi : Hitam Manis. R. Azmi ada ke nyanyi lagu untuk orang putih putih macam korang? Hado? Tak hado kan?? Lagi satu lagi satu, kitorang ada pantun siap untuk kitorang "Hitam hitam si tampuk manggis, sungguhpun hitam kupandang manis" Aku ingat aku masukkan pantun ni untuk choral speaking.Mampewww???? Dulu masa kecik kecik sibuk jugak nak putih,tapi bila dah besar, i take this as a gift. Tell me how many people can really pull a dark skin ?? So,I feel special. Tapi kalau ada jugak yang masih tanya macamana nak putih kat aku lepas ni,memang aku nak bagi jawapan tepung tadi tu.</b><br />
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<b>Cukuplah 2 contoh sahaja. But I'm sure you get what I'm trying to say here. Think before you speak. I really mean it. Think. Please. Bertanya tu biar kena pada tempatnya. Sebab cara kita bercakap menggambarkan 'kepandaian' kita. If you know what i mean..</b><br />
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<b>Till then,</b><br />
<b>-intanpayung-</b>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-17047830119465518132012-01-10T22:43:00.000+02:002012-01-10T22:48:19.828+02:00Sorry mom,I can't do that for.Even for your birthday.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">11 January 2012..</span><br />
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<b>Happy birthday mom.Selamat hari jadi mak. Sanah Helwah Ya Ummi.. I'm so grateful dah I am still able to wish you for your birthday. Jugak bersyukur sebab mak berada dalam keadaan sihat walafiat. Thats enough to make me happy since I'm so far from you.</b><br />
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<b>Yes..Our big family might say, kakak ni anak mak abah yang paling baik. Dengar cakap mak abah, jarang melawan, rajin...bla bla bla.. But you know me the best mak..</b><br />
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<b>You know that I'll do everything for you right? Anything. Everything. From the smallest to the biggest thing.</b><br />
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<li><b>Kalau kita pergi pasar, or pergi shopping, kakak akan angkat semua beg plastik tu. Kakak taknak bagi mak berat berat angkat. Kesian. Dahlah mak paling rendah dalam family. (Walaupun mak selalu claim mak lagi tinggi daripada kakak kan) kalau angkat byk barang,kesian. Lagipun kakak nak mak enjoy shopping. Or pilih ikan. Genting genting jari kakak pun takpe.</b></li>
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<li><b>Sepenat mana pun kakak, kakak akan temankan mak pergi program or mesyuarat mak yang boring tu even sampai tengah malam. Kakak risau mak penat. Risau kalau mak drive sorang sorang. Dahla mak tu suka drive sambil tidur. And Alhamdulillah,since kakak boleh drive, kakak banyak drive-kan mak. So,you can concentrate on your works.</b></li>
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<b> Ingat tak suatu hari tu, balik dari mesyuarat, kereta kita belakang kereta mayat cina ni. truck terbuka. Belakang tu ada apek tua duduk kat kerusi.Tengahnya ada keranda. Mak suruh kakak potong sebab lambat sangat kereta mayat cina tu. Masa kakak potong nampak driver dia pakai baju merah muka macam melayu sikit. Lepas tu kita pun sambung bercerita bersembang. 10 minit lepas tu kita ada kat belakang kereta mayat tu balik. The very same kereta mayat. Apek tua, keranda, driver baju merah. Masing masing pelik. Mak kata mungkin kita tak perasan kereta mayat tu potong kita masa kita tengah rancak bersembang. Then kita potong balik kereta mayat tu twice! And again,we always stuck behind it. Sampai kali ke-empat tu kita make sure kita betul-betul potong dia and make sure its behind us all the time sampai tak nampak lagi dah. Masalahnya kita bukannya takut. Last2 kita dua gelak gila gila sampai keluar air mata! Even until now i dont know why we laughed!</b><br />
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<b>The other time,when you want to go to your friend's daughter wedding but abah had works on that day. Abah never let you drive in KL.Paling paling Putrajaya je. But you want to go so bad. So I offer myself to drive you. I'd never been to that place. Tapi bila abah tanya tau tak jalan nak pergi,kakak iyekan je. Abah cakap ikut jalan ni.. jalan tu.. kakak angguk je buat faham and tau. Padahal satu pun tak masuk telinga kakak. Kakak redah je. And Alhamdulillah, sampai je kita tanpa sesat. Hebat kan kakak?</b><br />
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<li><b>Mak sangat manja kalau kakak balik cuti dari Mesir. Hari hari balik kerja mesti nak kakak ambik. Kalau lambat sikit mesti mak merajuk. Tapi kakak lagi pandai,kalau kakak rasa kakak dah lambat,kakak akan bawak diniy sekali,mesti mak tak jadi marah. Breakfast pun nak hari hari dengan kakak. Pukul 9-10 pagi mak mesti call. Suruh datang dalam masa 10minit. Dahlah masa tu sure sangat kakak tidur lagi. Tapi terpaksalah datang jugak kan dalam tak mandi tak gosok gigi dengan baju tidur pegi office mak just untuk sarapan sama sama.</b></li>
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<li><b>Kuku mak memang kakaklah yang potongkan. Walaupun kuku tu dah pendek,nak jugak potong. Tu sebab kakak marah,dah pendek nak potong ape lagi. Sekarang opah pun dah berjangkit,asal nampak muka kakak suruh kakak potong kuku. Tapi kakak memang suka potong kuku orang pun. Kadang kadang tu cari orang siapa yang nak potong kuku.</b></li>
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<li><b>Yeah, I know you know how hard my heart is. Kakak dengar je mak and abah sembang pasal kakak. Masa kakak tidur, abah peluk kakak, mak kat sebelah kakak, kakak dengar je abah cakap "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anak manja abah sorang ni, jarinya panjang panjang..mulutnya sobang sobang. Muncung je bila merajuk</span></i>" sambil pegang pegang jari and mulut. Sobang? sobang tu mulut muncung kalau merajuk. Hahaha. Diorang hyperbola je tu. Then mak sambung <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" Walaupun kakak ni paling lembut cakapnya, suka gelak,sikit sikit gelak,sikit sikit gelak, tapi hatinya keras. Memang susah nak ubah. Egonya tinggi. Ikut abanglah.</span></i>" Abah senyap je.. "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kalau dia merajuk tu,pujuklah macamana pun. Susah betul. Dulu dia taknak cakap dengan abang dulu lama. Dekat seminggu. Abang pujuk dia taknak. Lepas tu abang marah balik and abang merajuk,dia buat tak tau je. Abang pujuk dia balik barulah dia nak cakap dengan abang. Dasyat..dasyat.."</span></i> sambil pukul pukul manja. Tapi sakit tau bah! terpaksa tahan.. tahan... pura pura masih tido. Sorry bah,itu masa kakak kecik, lepas tu abah marah kakak atas sebab yang tak betul, sebab dengar cakap orang luar. Memanglah kakak marah. Kakak ni kan anak abah. You should trust me.</b></li>
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<li><b>Ada sekali tu kakak gaduh dengan adik sebab baju kurung. Then kakak merajuk, taknak pakai baju kurung tu. Tapi emak menggunakan kuasa veto sebagai emak suruh kakak pakai jugak baju tu. Mana aci guna kuasa veto mak!!!</b></li>
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<li><b>Balik summer yang lepas lah kakak paling tak boleh lupa. Mak bagi your backstabber @ your ex-bestfriend @ your ex-staff join your programme kat hotel mana tah kakak lupa. Itu kakak tak kisah lagi. Just don't let her in front of me because I might curse her right there. Tapi masa kat bilik, mak suruh makan sama dengan dia. Hell NO! Mak mungkin dah maafkan dia. Tapi kakak tak. Takkan. Kakak takkan lupa apa yang dia buat kat mak. And how dia buat seorang anak yang jauh dari Malaysia risau macam orang gila dekat mak. I'll never forget that. I dont even want to look her in her face. Even I once considered her as my second mom. I hate her with all my heart. Mak, we argued for about an hour. Abah just kept silent. Because he knew how i felt.So u said at least I could greet her. Mom, I never want to talk to that old lady! You kinda begged me for that. So i said yes. Salam je. Thats all I could do. And I got out of our hotel room and cried. Because I didn't want to touch that hand of a person that once hurt my mom. You found me crying and you said how proud you were of me, and you understand i acted like that because I love you so much and hugged me. That was the only reason why i was abled to 'salam' her. But thats all I did. Dengan muka ketat, salam dia, biarkan dia cakap sorang sorang. I didn't utter a word. Satu soalan dia pun aku tak jawab. The next week,she invited us family to her son's wedding at Teluk Intan. I went to Teluk Intan, but I didn't go to the wedding. I asked abah to drop me & adik at steak house, and fetch us after the wedding. Mak dah tak berani nak paksa. Abah ok je dengan plan kitorang. Siap bagi duit belanja lagi!</b></li>
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<i>I'm so sorry mak. Thats the only thing I can't do for you. Ever. I can never forgive the person that hurts you. Even for your birthday.. Happy birthday mom.</i></div>
</div>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-69528557279861067032011-10-01T17:25:00.000+02:002011-10-01T17:25:19.961+02:00INDIA - Preparation Day22nd July- Last day of exam. Microb. Oral. Habis je, terus pegi komiyah and did some last shopping for the next day. <br />
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Semangat tak ingat dunia. Siap beli baju baru lagi nak pakai esok. Sehelai je. Sehelai. Sebab? Bila saya kata "Aku takda bajulah nak pakai kat India.." Followed by......<br />
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Mizah : Woi..kita ni nak pergi travel. Takkan beg kau nak penuh dengan kasut je? Lagi satu, kau jangan mengada ngada nak pakai wedges kau yang tinggi tu. Nanti terkehel kaki nak jalan jauh!</blockquote>
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Azhani pulak lain ceritanya.. Beg deuter 90L die penuh! bapak berat!! Dia ni nak pindah ke.Tapi dia kata dia larat..oklah tu,<br />
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Kami check in paling lama. Sebab tiket kami paling panjang. Berapa bayak punya transit. Habis orang check in tu panggil semuaaaaa kawan kawan die untuk masukkan kod yang mana satu. Me pulak? Terpaksa panjang lebar terangkan kat makcik belakang pasal apa lambat.<br />
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intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-68759919816913180062011-09-27T18:50:00.000+02:002011-09-27T18:50:25.701+02:00Pre-IndiaHabis je exam on 22nd July haritu,esoknya 23rd terus angkat beg ke India. Tapi.. dugaannya... hanya kami & tuhan je yang tahu. Start dari cari tiket sampai lah hari nak pegi. Tapi kami yakin,kalau kami boleh survive mesir,campaklah kami kat mana mana.Hidup punya. Mulanya plan kami tak menentu. Kejap nak ke India. Kejap nak ke Italy. Kalau kami tunggu result keluar,kami ke Italy. Kalau tak,ke India. Tapi since kalau repeat exam pun,lepas raya, kami ambik keputusan ke India then terus balik Malaysia. By the way,Alhamdulillah.. kami semua lulus exam & dapat naik tahun. Senyum!<br />
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Dari sekecik kecik masalah ke sebesar besar masalah yang kami hadapi ialah :<br />
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1) Kami terdiri daripada 4 orang gadis sahaja. Ya. Hanya kami 4 orang. Sebab apa?<br />
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Sebab susah nak cari orang yang sekepala yang rilex yang tak cerewet nak jalan jalan ni. Lelaki? Errmmm..ermmm.. *mintak mintak takdelah yang baca ni* As for me,diorang ni susah nak buat keputusan. Susah nak komited. "Tengoklah dulu", "Camne plan?" "Ishhh..dengan sape je lagi?" "Bajet berapa?" "Eh,India? berani ke?" Kami yang perempuan pun tak tanya macam tu. I mean,of course la kena plan betul betul. Tapi kami sendiri pun tak pernah sampai tempat tu.So,why not figure it out together? If I want something,I'll make sure i get it. Susah sikit takpe. Lagipun saya ni jenis yang redah je. It's fun! Saya ni,kalau ada sorang je kawan pun cukup. Asalkan dapat berjalan. Oh,saya just bagitau parents saya nak ke India dengan kawan kawan saya. Saya tak pernah bagi detail. Sure sure diorang risau. Dah balik baru diorang tau saya berempat perempuan je. Sampai sekarang my dad tabik spring kat saya.<br />
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2) INDIA??????!!!!!! Kenapa India??<br />
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Tak ramai yang tau plan kami ke India ni. Memang sengaja rahsiakan. Berdasarkan insiden tahun lepas,baik senyap senyap je. Tapi ade jugak yang kami bagitau. Macam macam jenis reaksi yang saya dapat bila saya bagitau kami nak ke india.<br />
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"India??? Kenapa India???" "Kenapa taknak round europe? negeri mat salleh?" "Siapa punya idea ke india ni?" "Hah??? India?? korang biar betul!!" "Siapa yang hasut korang ni?" "Ada apa je kat India tu?" "India tu bahaya tau tak??" Rasa sakit hati pun ada kadang kadang.Tapi sabar je.<br />
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Lain orang, lain tujuan mengembara. Mengembara. Cewah!! Ada yang nakkan bilangan negara yang dilawati. Ada yang just nak menunjuk nunjuk kan kawan kawan. Ada yang nak tempat yang best best standard gitewwww! Tapi, saya suka melancong sebab saya nak tengok dengan mata kepala sendiri culture & tradition negara lain. Yang hanya boleh dapat kat negara itu sahaja.Kos pulak sesuai dengan status pelajar saya ni. Jadi kenapa India? Sebab India ni sangat kaya dengan budaya & tradisi yang unik & tersendiri. Tamadun yang wujud sejak lama dulu. Boleh dapat kat Europe? Kebanyakan negara negara europe ni stereotype. Lebih kurang sama. Kredit lagi pasal India ni, sebab dia on the way balik from egypt to Malaysia. Matawang rendah. Makcik Balqis ada sana. Kat Karaikudi & Chennai. So,2 tempat dah settle tempat tinggal dengan makan. Pakej tak pakej? Haaa.. lagi satu. Sebab ada Taj Mahal. Saya ni berangan nak kumpul 7 keajaiban dunia.<br /><br />3) Traveling bag, Flight Ticket, & Visa<br />
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Traveling bag - Merata rata kami cari deuter. Ada yang soal siasat habis habis. Ada yang 2-3 kali hantar ke rumah, ada yang paksa ambik, ada yang siap cari kami & tanya nak pinjam ke tak. Ada jugak yang berdalih. Terima kasih untuk anda anda anda anda dan anda yang bagi kami pinjam beg beg tu. Ada cenderahati untuk korang semua. SYUKRAN!!<br />
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Flight ticket - Serious susah nak cari tiket Multi-city. Plannya nak Cairo-Delhi-Msia-Cairo. But it ends up jadi Cairo-Jeddah-Mumbai-Chennai-Delhi-Chennai-Kuala Lumpur-Jeddah-Cairo. Bayangkan berapa kali kitorang naik kapal terbang. Sampai nak bosan bosan dah. Tapi, ribuan terima kasih untuk yang carikan tiket kami. Kalau takda korang, tak berjalan kitorang.<br />
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Visa - Ada masalah sikit pasal Visa ni. Kami terlambat uruskan. 4 hari before berlepas baru uruskan visa. Bayangkan tiket dah ada tapi Visa takda. Tapi kami tak putus semangat. Kami usaha jugak. Dahlah imigresen India kat cairo tu gila bengkeng. Lantak. Tak Kira. Nak jugak. Kena marah pun,kami sua sua jugak muka kitorang depan dia. Biar dia sampai "Eiii..rimasnya aku budak budak ni! Tak paham bahasa ke dah lambat??? Eh,budak ni lagi? Yelah! Yelah! aku buatkan,aku dah tak sanggup menghadap budak budak ni!" Mana taknya. Dua hari berturut turut kitorang desak makcik bengkeng tu. Sampai saya & Balqis bermalam kat Cairo.Kat rumah Pak Long. Padahal lagi 3 hari nak exam Microb final. Sesat sesat pulak tu nak pegi rumah paklong. Terima kasih untuk dua orang kawan kami yang tolong pasal Visa ni. Sorang tolong kat embassy Malaysia. Sorang lagi tolong desak ambikkan visa. Tapi ada jugak yang patahkan semangat kami pasal visa ni. Siap konon cakap macam impossible la untuk kami dapat visa ni. Kawan dia dulu dah lama apply tapi tak dapat walaupun saat genting. Last last pegi india dari Malaysia. Tapi Alhamdulillah..kami lepas. Dia lain..kami lain..<br />
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But you know what... dengan semua rintangan dan dugaan serta onak duri yang kami lalui sebelum berjaya menjejakkan kaki ke India,<br />
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IT'S ALL WORTH IT.. =))<br />
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P/s : Qis,Lini, Mizah.. We are wondergirls!! Clap clap!!<br />
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<br />intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-53774304966532388732011-03-22T19:04:00.000+02:002011-03-22T19:04:51.416+02:00Kecek Nge Tange!<b>Entry ini ditulis menggunakan laptop baru sambil dengar lagu Shania Twain-Forever & Always. Kalau ada masa dengarlah lagu ni.Best.Betul. Tak tipu.</b><br />
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<b>Hari ni 22hb. 26hb dah nak balik egypt balik. Tension. Sangat. Kenapa saya tulis sepatah sepatah ni?</b><br />
<b>Hmmmm.. Tapi 25hb ikut mak buat program kat Concorde KLIA. So,nanti bertolak dari sana ke airport. Dah lah dari university saya,saya sorang je perempuan. Takpe,boleh buat punya. Dulu from Dubai pun relax je balik sorang.</b><br />
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<b>Sementara dah nak balik ni,nak senaraikan semula perkara perkara yang terjadi sepanjang winterbreak yang mmg break sungguh.</b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><u><b>Best & Tak Best. *<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tapi rasanya best je</span></b></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><ul><li><b>Pak Long bawak lari ke Dubai due to riot in Egypt. Merasa Dubai. Nearly 5 days. Mmg rezeki. Tengah Winter Sale. Gila punya Sale. 90%!! All branded. Zara, American Eagle, Pull & Bear.. Just name it! I bought glasses,jeans,blouse,bag, purse. Puas hati. Balik Malaysia sorang diri.</b></li>
</ul><ul><li><b>Balik Rumah opah terus kene tabur dgn beras. Terkejut. Acara tangis menangis pun berlaku. Tapi saya x nangis. </b></li>
</ul><ul><li><b>Pergi rumah junior & kilang daddy nya. Best wooo.. Pakcik Majid hadiahkan kereta sports Mercedes sempena birthday isterinya. Best x ? Bangga tgk org melayu yg berjaya. Tumpang gembira.</b></li>
</ul><ul><li><b>Pergi Kelantan dengan mek mek sekalian. Tengok Ikah, kawan satu uni kawin.21 tahun dah kawin. Semoga bahagia anak cucu. Sangat best & enjoy. Melawat kampung kampung.. Best gila suasana kampung. Tiba tiba teringat Mizah yang nakkan hubby-to-be yg ada kampung. Saya pun dah tukar fikiran. Saya pun sama. Nak yang ada kampung. Oh ye, saya dah pandai cakap kelantan. "Kesuk hati --> kene bunyi ngidung sikit" & "Kecek Nge Tange--> Talk to the hand"</b></li>
</ul><ul><li><b>Convocation balang. Tahniah Balang. Penat tiqah & adik tunggu kat luar 5 jam. Sempat lagi buat video ucapan untuk Balang yang kuat meragam. Night before me belanja family makan dekat D'Rimba.</b></li>
</ul><ul><li><b>Pergi Lat Kg Boy The Musical Theatre kat Istana Budaya. Hadiah from Pot as a birthday present. Seriously, I love theatre.Dah lama nak tengok teater.Selama ni tengok kat UM je. Tengok dengan adik,pot, & fad. Boleh pulak orang depan saya tidur masa tengok teater?? Sabooorr je laaa... Seriously, hanya dengan tengok teater,hati saya boleh jadi cair..</b></li>
</ul><ul><li><b>Hot Air Balloon Carnival. Walaupun tak dapat naik, tapi dapat tengok depan mata pun dah cukup best. Walaupun hampir terjumpa, saya ttp enjoy that day. Nasib tak jumpa, sebab saya tak tau how to react. Kalau ada kat luar negara hot air balloon carnival, mmg saya nak pergi. Sebab saya tak larat bangun pagi & berebut tiket. 300 tiket sold out in half an hour. Give Up!! </b></li>
</ul><ul><li><b>Birthday pertama di Malaysia since belajar kat egypt.Abah bagi Memoir of Tun Dr. Mahathir as birthday present (on request). Thanx abah..</b> <b>Dapat satu beg besar baju baru. Dapat gelang kaki. Terima kasih mak. Oh ye, mak buatkan beg untuk bawak pergi kuliah ada tulis nama.. =))))</b>)</li>
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<b>Banyak rupanya aktiviti dalam sebulan setengah ni. Bye Malaysia. Summer lewat sebulan. Uwaaa~~~!!</b>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-37160767538118488022011-03-19T05:02:00.000+02:002011-03-19T05:02:00.330+02:00LET'S SEE<div align="center">Lets see whats gonna happen today</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Either way</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I need to get ready</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">To be hurt</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">One more time</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But this time,</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I want to be hurt </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So I can let go</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Perhaps</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">.............</div><div align="center">.........</div><div align="center">.....</div><div align="center">..</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">F O R E V E R</div>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-81788410410255658812011-03-16T03:40:00.000+02:002011-03-16T03:40:57.595+02:00Susahnya menjadi Ibu (Saudara)<strong>Chilren is like a white cloth. Its our job & responsibility to paint them. We can paint it with dark colour, or clourful.Like rainbow. But it's not an easy job. It's a tough job. Difficult job. Confusing job. Tricky job. So, we have to teach smart.</strong><br />
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<strong>That's what I'm facing right now. Playing a role as ibu........... saudara. Ya.. Ibu Saudara! hahahha..</strong><br />
<strong>Gaya tulis dah macam mak orang kan? Tapi korang ingat senang ke nak jadi mak sedara? Susah tau tak? Susah!!! Kena banyak bersabar dengan segala DOGAAN *gaya pendekar bujang lapok.</strong><br />
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<strong>Contoh --></strong><br />
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<strong>Saya ada sorang je anak sedara. Anak along saya. </strong><br />
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<strong>Pada suatu hari, burung pun tak berkicau haritu. Ada yang bekerja, ada yang pergi ke Macy (along,saya,adik,anak sedara), ada yang bergembira (along saya saja.Saya dgn adik saya tak gembira langsung temankan along shopping houseware.Mentang2 sale nak mati. Curse the Macy!) </strong><br />
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<strong>Sepanjang perjalanan ke Macy yang tuttttttttt itu, anak sedara saya=diniy tidur. Jadi,bila sampai,tentu mood dia tak baik. Biasalah tu. Dia pun meragam ragam taknak turun kereta. Puas kami pujuk. Lama lama lepas tu,oklah,dia nak turun. Tapi nak mak dia yang dukung. Eii... ni yang geram ni. Mak dia pregnant 5 bulan setengah. Takkan nak dukung die yang tiga tahun tu. Meragam ragam nak along dukung. Saya tak bagi. Saya offer diri saya yang dukung. Dia taknak. Saya tak kisah, saya sauk je dia and dukung. Biarlah dia menangis nangis masa saya dukung.</strong><br />
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<strong>Tipulah nak biar je dia nangis kan? So, saya ingatkan die tentang cerita api neraka. Saya ada ceritakan die pasal api neraka. And dia agak takut. So, nilah perbualan kami..</strong><br />
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<strong>Diniy : Nak mak ukunggg..nak mak ukunggg... Uwaaaaaaa~~~ *masa ni saya tgh dukung dia.</strong><br />
<strong>Saya : Diniy, ingat tak uda cerita pasal api neraka tu? *diniy panggil saya uda=mak uda</strong><br />
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<strong>Diniy : Ingat! *mata terbulat bulat.</strong><br />
<strong>Saya : Ok.Api neraka tu macamana?</strong><br />
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<strong>Diniy : Api neraka tu besarrrrrrrrrrrrr angat.. *sambil depakan tangan* Anassssssshhhhhhhhh angat....! Macam iron. *dia dulu pernah pegang iron yg panas.padan muka dia.</strong><br />
<strong>Saya : Api neraka tu lagiii panas daripada iron. Diniy takut tak? Nak masuk api neraka tak?</strong><br />
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<strong>Diniy : Taknakkkk.. niy akutttttt....</strong><br />
<strong>Saya : Kalau takut,jangan lawan cakap mak..jangan susahkan mak tau..kena ikut cakap mak. Nanti tuhan marah.Tuhan campak dalam api neraka. Ikut cakap mak tau lepas ni.</strong><br />
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<strong>Diniy : *angguk anguk kepala.</strong><br />
<strong>Saya : Okay, siapa yang tuhan masukkan dalam neraka?</strong><br />
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<strong>Diniy : UDA!!!!!</strong><br />
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<strong>Tersentap. Hanya mampu tengok diniy dgn telinga yang berasap asap sambil dengar hilai tawa along & adik kat belakang. Hampeh betul anak sedara. Penat je buat siri perbualan ilmiah. Tengok tengok diri sendiri yang kena. Rasa apa tau masa tu, rasa macam nak panggil je baiya jual aiskrim kat sebelah & cakap :</strong><br />
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<div align="center"><em><strong>"Baiya, baiya ambiklah budak ni bawak balik rumah. Saya taknak dah. Baiya buatlah apa yang baiya nak dengan budak ni!"</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong>GERAM!!</strong></div>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-83011957592556401542011-03-13T12:12:00.000+02:002011-03-13T12:12:07.455+02:00Wise Man<div style="text-align: center;"><b>I used to have it in my hand safely.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>But I let it go.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Because wise man used to say,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, its yours forever</b></i><b> "</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>But it doesn't. So i guess </b> <b>it was never meant to be.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I'm cursing the wise man,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>because there's no warning to not set it free together with my heart.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Now i can never get it back.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>DAMN!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>p/s: bukannya rindu bukannya sayang.. hanyo den tak dapek lupo..</i><b><br />
</b></div>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-47704359823090786872011-02-15T16:19:00.000+02:002011-02-15T16:19:23.235+02:00Jika kau bercinta lagi<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J9U0CXzxFuM" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jika Kau bercinta lagi</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">jika kau bercinta lagi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jika Kau bercinta lagi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">aku tak dapat menghalang</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">engkau punya kemahuan sendiri</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">agar berbahagia kau disampingnya</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">aku mengundurkan diri </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">p/s : biarku hidup hanya mengenang...peristiwa yang tak dapat ku lupa.. </div>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-82092839587940035322011-01-17T23:33:00.000+02:002011-01-17T23:33:25.018+02:00SEMULIA MULIA guru dan SEHINA HINA guru<b><span style="font-size: small;">Assalamualaikum...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Take a deep breath. Relax your mind.Stay calm.. Find your rationality. </span>This entry could trigger your anger. You're going to disagree. But, what i'm gonna write is all about reality. From people around me. Where we should learn from it.</b><br />
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<b>Inhaling? here we go.. *i'm gonna mix my language</b><br />
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<b>'Teacher' is a very noble profession. Atau dalam bahasa melayunya, PENDIDIK. Mendidik & membimbing manusia kecil menjadi 'manusia'. Daripada buta huruf,kini kita boleh mengarang. <strike>Dan menulis blog. </strike>Yang mambantu kita membina hari muka.Tetapi awas, semulia mulia pekerjaan ini boleh menjadi sehina-hina pekerjaan. </b><br />
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<b>I'll tell u in advance that some of this entry is about to 'mark' nowadays teacher. Let me tell you in advance also, that every generation of my big family must has at least 1 teacher. 2 of my aunts are teachers. My beloved brother 'banglang' is a teacher. One of my parent's job is handling teachers. Kind of principles. But my parents are not teachers. Nevermind, u wont understand. My point is I live in a surrounding of teachers.</b><br />
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<b>Guru-guru sekarang dah hilang jatidiri. Jatidiri sebagai pendidik. Mereka dah mengabaikan betapa sucinya, betapa mulianya tugas ini. Saya akui, tugas mendidik ini tugas yang berat. Bukan senang kita nak membentuk seseorang. Banyak cabaran. </b><br />
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<b>So, in my opinion, first they should know their nawaitu. Renew it. Because nawaitu is the most important thing that will lead to the result.Kebanyakan dari guru guru sekarang ni memilih profesion ni kerana 'terpaksa'. Not because of passion. They cant get any place in any university due to competition, 'teacher' is their only option. Don't deny it!</b><br />
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<b>Saya pun tak tahu lah nasib saya dikelilingi guru guru yang uhhhh... Sampai sekarang saya geleng kepala. By the way, saya bukan jenis yang selalu kena marah cikgu ye. Saya ni biasa biasa je.Tapi saya selalu tengok kawan kawan saya. Dan saya selalu lagi dapat tengok kejadian kejadian yang tidak diingini. Tapi Alhamdulillah, saya masih berjaya mengenali guru yang betul betul didefinisikan sebagai guru. Dan hormat mereka. Saya sayang mereka.</b><br />
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<b>Lets just go to my experience & explanation.</b><br />
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<ul><li><i> <b>Ada cikgu darjah satu. Not my class. Garang gila nak mati. Kalau marah budak tu, orang besar dengar pun boleh pengsan. Padahal salah budak tu kecik je. Kadang kadang tu memang x salah pun. Bahasa yang digunakan pun memang kasar.</b></i></li>
</ul><i><b>-</b></i><b>Helloooo!!!! They are seven years old tiny little creature! Baru masuk sekolah.Baru nak belajar survive hidup sendiri. Cakaplah lah elok elok. Budak2 ni lembik hati kalau kita cakap elok2. Puji2 sikit, gerenti ikut cakap kita. Marah tu tujuannya untuk nasihat. Bukannya untuk melepaskan marah. Tak perlu guna bahasa2 yang tak elok. Kalau diorang ikut macamana? Contoh melalui tauladan. Kalau budak2 dah takut sngt dgn cikgu tu, diorg akan mula ponteng kelas. </b><br />
<b>Mindset ---> school=scary. They should respect you. Not fear.</b><br />
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<ul><li><b> <i>Ada cikgu darjah 5 & 6. Ajar english. Lagilah garang! Mulut yang ni lagi laserrrrrrrr!!! 2 thumbs up punya! Macam nak berdarah telinga dengar.Sangat sangatlah pilih kasih. Obvious sangat!!Jenis jenis student yang dia akan sayang habis mestilah 'Kaya, Cantik @ Comel, Top Student'. Selain daripada tu, mmg salah jelah kat mata dia. Ada sekali tu, dia tanya siapa yang x siap kerja dengan muka garang gila! 2 orang berdiri. Sorang kesayangan dia, sorang lagi student biasa.Guess what she did? She ask 'her' student to sit down. And scolded the other girl. Alasan? Sebab murid kesayangan dia tu pengawas. Dia banyak kerja nak buat.tu sbb x siap homework.dimaafkan. Come on man.. Tugas pengawas masa sekolah rendah apa sangat? Tunggu kat pintu pagar pagi2 je kot! And i was like " what the hell???" Eh,mase tu x reti cakap mcm ni lagi.hehehe.. Kesian gila kawan saya tu. </i></b></li>
</ul><ul><li><b><i> Saya pulak berusaha sungguh nak dapatkan perhatian cikgu ni. Saya nak jugak kena puji puji dengan dia. Nak jugak disayang sayang.. Pathetic x? Saya selalu buat kerja dia, belajar english dgn mak kat rumah, kalau homework dia saya buat kemas2, siap warna2 lagi. Tapi dia tak pernah pandang saya. Yelah, saya tak kaya, x cantik @ comel, bukan top student. Last2 saya give up. Tak nak dah terhegeh2 dekat dia yang pilih kasih tu. Tapi, akhir tahun 6 dia tiba2 alihkan perhatian kat saya. Know why? My mom came to school, to do some programme. And my teacher just knew that my mom was 'somebody' in our small town. I still regret because she liked me not because of my effort, but because of my mom.</i></b></li>
</ul><b><i>- </i>Tolonglah jangan pilih kasih dengan anak murid. Semuanya sama. Nak kemana dengan kekayaan student tu. Surely their parents wont put your name in their will. Kesianlah dekat anak murid. Mereka mahu perhatian yang sama. Tanggungjawab anda sama untuk setiap pelajar. Tak lebih tak kurang. Oh ya. Saya BENCI pembodek. BENCI GILA! Pembodek cikgu ke.. Pembodek boss ke.. They are all first class bulshitters! Fakta mengenai pembodek, diorang akan puji melambung bila di hadapan. Kat belakang, kutuk melambung. Tapi diorang yang dapat naik dengan goyang kaki. Orang lain yg berusaha kena tindas. So cikgu2, kalau ada student2 yang bodek tu, jangan lah terpedaya. Carilah potensi pelajar yang harus dicungkil. bukannya potensi pembodek berjaya. Sampai bila lah diorang nak lap bontot korang? Once diorg dah berjaya, they will ditch you in a snap!</b><br />
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<ul><li><i><b>Disebabkan saya join pidato, maka saya terlepas exam add math. Maka saya ambik secara perseorangan di bilik penolong2 kanan. Miss Tang tinggalkan saya dan sambung mengajar. Then, ada 2 guru kanan yg lain masuk dan bercerita. Mula2 saya tak ambik pusing apa yg disembangkan. Sampailah tiba2 salah seorang mereka ambik file & tutup lompang tingkap(cermin hilang).Tingkap tu memisahkan bilik miss tang dan tempat mereka bergosip. Tapi, Ya Allah, saya dengar sebijik2 apa yang diorang sembang. Mereka punyalah mengutuk & mengata & merendahkan & menggelakkan & segala 'me..' lah! tentang seorang student kelas last yang masih tak tahu menulis & membaca. Saya memang terkejut gila. Memang x tenang saya buat exam. Sebab saya tak sangka mereka macam tu. Patutnya mereka cari berbincang cari jalan macamana nak tolong student tu. Bukan untuk dijadikan bahan ketawa.</b></i> </li>
</ul><ul><li><b><i>Guru yang sama..Panggil kawan saya ke biliknya, & sound dia seperti biasa.. ugut nak bgtau parents. And panggil kawan saya 'pelajar bermasalah' betul2 depan muka kawan saya. Seriously??? </i></b></li>
</ul><i>-</i><b>Kawan saya betul2 sedih dilabel macam tu. Dia cerita kat saya sampai nak nangis. Perlu ke label pelajar tu depan2 dia. Agak2nya, lepas dilabel macam tu, kawan saya tu bersemangat ke nak ke sekolah? semangat ke nak belajar? belum apa2 lagi, semangat dah dijatuhkan oleh seseorang yang bernama 'guru'. Padahal kesalahan kawan saya tu amatlah kecik.Tp saya tak ingat dah ape. Dah nama budak2 sekolah. haishh..<i> </i></b> <br />
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<b>Ada jugak cikgu2 yang x berapa gemar dengan saya. Tapi x boleh nak buat apa sebab saya ada cikgu2 saya sendiri yang akan bela saya. Lagipun pengetua baik dengan saya. Cikgu disiplin pun baik jugak. Sampai kawan2 cakap pengetua tu kawan baik saya. Saya pun tak tau kenapa ada cikgu2 yang x suka saya.Padahal saya x carik pasal pun.Saya beruntung sangat sebab dapat kenal Cikgu Sheeda (bukan yg You-tube tu tau!), Cikgu Huda, Cikgu Salamiah,Cikgu Hajar, & Arwah Cikgu Rosliza. Saya sebutkan nama sebagai tanda penghargaan. Mereka inilah guru yang sebenar benar guru. Mereka betul2 kenal Intan Nur Atiqah dan banyak bantu saya saat saya jatuh. Terima kasih cikgu.Diorang layan saya macam kawan. Saya boleh masuk bilik SPBT sesuka hati macam bilik tu saya yang punya. Bawakkan buah & kerepek untuk saya. Kadang2 kami sama-sama mengumpat guru2 kanan! HAHAHA..Terima kasih ya cikgu..</b><br />
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<b>Paling low standard. Anda seorang guru. Selesaikan secara profesional. Pelajar tu datang secara baik untuk dapatkan penjelasan. Bukan nak menyerang. Asal bawak parents je, fikir nak serang? Think bigger than your brain. Just terang kan jelah sistem pemarkahan macamana. Kalau betul anda salah, mengaku & betulkan kesalahan. Tak salah mengaku kesilapan. Benda tu mulia.bukan keji. Tambah2 pulak melibatkan masa depan pelajar tu.Lagi satu, tolongla hormat ibu bapa pelajar. At least jangan kurang ajar. What exactly you want to show to the parents. This is the rude irrational teacher that teach your child?? <i> </i> </b><br />
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<b>Buat status kat FB? FB? Dear teacher, want to know some fact? Your actually can think BIGGER THAN THE SIZE OF YOUR BRAIN!! Soooo childish & unprofessional! Mana perginya etika sebagai guru? Atau sebagai kakitangan kerajaan? The report should be confidential! And post it to fb? That is the most ridiculous thing that i've ever heard for a teacher! Dahlah tak ceritakan perkara sebenar.. If u really want to make it public, tell the story from A-Z. You cant read a page from a book and make your assumption. Cikgu mengadu pasal student dekat fb? Stupiddest thing EVER! Why the hell cikgu tu nak memburuk burukkan student? Of courselah kawan2 student tu akan judge melalui status anda and start prejudicing that poor student. Those with big mouth & no brain surely will hate the poor student without even investigating. Urrrghhh.. Do you really call yourself a teacher?? Such a shame.</b><br />
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<b>Me once used to say, kerja cikgu ni senang. Ajar benda sama setiap tahun. Orang lain kerja pagi sampai petang. Cikgu pulak, budak balik dia balik. Separuh hari. Budak cuti sekolah, dia pun cuti sama. Gaji tiap tahun sure naik je.. But I know, kerja ni nampak mudah, tapi pengisiannya tu cukup susah. Tapi disebabkan perangai2 guru2 ni mcm pengalaman2 saya di atas nilah yang buatkan saya cakap macam ni. Saya panggil mereka sekadar <u>guru=hanya pekerjaan untuk menyara hidup. </u>Bukannya<u> pendidik=mendidik</u> anak bangsa menjadi manusia berguna. SAYA SANGAT HORMATI GOLONGAN SEBEGINI. Tabik spring.</b><br />
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<b>Guru2 Malaysia patut mencontohi guru/pensyarah di mesir. Mereka memang menganggap pelajar seperti anak mereka. Layanan juga seperti ibu dan ayah. Perkataan2 yang baik sahaj keluar dari mulut mereka.Cakaplah anda tak faham 10 kali. Mereka akan terangkan sampai faham. Suruhlah mereka ulang 10 kali, mereka akan ulang 10 kali. Kalau kat malaysia mintak ulang 10, alamat nak kena ketuk lah tu! Alhamdulillah, setakat ini, semua yang mengajar kami adalah pendidik. Saya sayang mereka. Saya hormat mereka.</b><br />
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<b>Tolonglah guru guru sekalian.. Jalankan tugas anda dengan sebaik baiknya. Hormat tanggungjawab yang anda pegang sebagai pendidik. Murid murid anda memerhatikan cara anda dan cara anda tu memberikan kesan kepada mereka seumur hidup. </b><br />
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<b>TERIMA KASIH CIKGU YANG MEMBANTU SAYA HINGGA KE TAHAP INI. MINTA HALALKAN SEGALA ILMU YANG DIAJAR. </b><br />
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<b>p/s: Maaf jika entry ini menyentuh sensitivity sesetengah pihak. </b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Salam.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Pernah terfikir tak apa akan kita buat bila kita dah tua? Yelah, hidup ni x selalunya muda. Umur semakin bertambah. Seiring dengan pertambahan kedut. Walaupun korang cucuk botox, korang masih tak dapat liquid umur korang kat mykad korang tu. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Orang orang yang berjaya ni selalu berfikir jauh ke hadapan. Bukan setakat 10 langkah. Tapi 100 langkah. Sebab kalau 10 langkah tu mungkin sampai tahap kita bekerja je. Tapi 100 langkah tu mungkin merangkumi sampai kita ada anak,cucu, bersara & mungkin 'kiok'. Kita mesti ada lebih dari satu perancangan. If plan A doesn't work, we should have plan B. If we still fail, proceed to plan C, D, E, etc... You know how the alphabets work right?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My mom is a workaholic lady. Kerja, Kerja & Kerjaaaaa~~~ (nada Choral Speaking). She plans everything. What she'll be doing when she retire, when should my brothers get married. Oh, ye.. Mak nak kawinkan Balang & Bangah serentak! Jimat duit! Hahahahhaha... Bagus jugak diorg kawin serentak.. Wakakakkaka~~</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"Evil Laugh".. Okay2, my point is, mak ni dah plan siap-siap. Mak dah plan nak bukak syarikat. Something like bussiness2 thing ni lah.. Ade jugak dengar mak nak bukak nursery. Tak kesah lah kan. Takdelah mak duduk rumah je. Mesti boring kan? Nanti bila kakak dah kerja boleh la kakak melabur, lepas tu jadi pemegang saham syarikat tu sikit, lepas tu berkenalan dengan pemegang saham lain yang muda & kacak macam IRFAN KHAIRI and... haaaaa...kan dah start berangan. stop intan!</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Berbeza pulak dengan abah. Abah kata abah nak berehat. Penat kerja. Jadi, nak enjoy sepuas puasnya. Duduk rumah. Me & adik x setuju. Selalu paksa abah fikir & plan apa apa kerja masa lepas bersara. Macam macam kitorang cadangkan. Pernah cadangkan bukak kelas memandu macam arwah atok NN buat dulu. But then terfikir, habislah sape yang daftar dengan abah. Lagi dasyat dari pegawai JPJ! When it comes to driving, abah SUPER cerewet! Balang dengan Bangah selalu bertolak tolak x nak drive satu kereta dengan abah. Kadang kadang tu sampai merajuk rajuk. Tapi bila saya drive, xdelah kene marah teruk pun. Biasa je. Balang Bangah ni 'touching-touching' pulak.. Okay2, lepas tu ada jugak cadangkan kat abah apply bukak francais McD or KFC, sure laku. Tapi abah x minat. Dalam banyak2 cadangan tu, satu je abah terima. Bukak Bowling Centre. Punyalah happy saya & adik saya. boleh main bowling xyah bayar kan. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Tapi boleh pulak lepas tu abah kata nak bukak 2 LANES je????!!!! When we asked why? Dengan selambanya abah jawab <i>" Satu lane untuk adik, Satu lane untuk kakak.."</i> Saya & adik hanya mampu bertukar pandangan tergamam and terdiam je la yg boleh masa tu.. Abah..Abah..</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Okay, itu parents saya. Kalau orang tua tua lain, diorang banyak habiskan masa :</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Lepak kedai kopi</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Meronggeng kat Kelab Dangdut - Eweee.... Miang miang keladi, makin tua makin menjadi!</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Pakai smart2 lepas tu naik motor, tayang muka dengan harapan dapat ngorat anak dara org. Tak pun janda. Test power lah tu.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></li>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Join persatuan suri rumah, bla bla bla..</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Join Persatuan Gosip Gosip Sekampung / Setaman/ Sebandar</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Sapu minyak angin/panas 6 kali sehari.. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">See... Tak produktif sungguh kan mereka mereka di atas ni? Jangan risau.. zaman kita tua tua nanti mesti dah bertukar kan? mana main dah benda benda kat atas ni.. Haritu ada jugak sembang2 benda ni dengan balqis.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Kitorang sependapat bahawa tak nak buat benda benda yang bosan di atas. Mana tau zaman akan datang aktiviti orang orang tua sangat menakjubkan hingga membuatkan semua orang x sabar nak tua?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> Ni Balqis punya idea. Die kata ape class nak pegi bercucuk cucuk tanam ni. Masuk ruangan chat lepas tu menyamar jadi orang muda. Hmmm.. So, nama pun kena lah nampak macam muda muda & funky ye tak? Try guna 'mimi_comey' ke.. "lialicios' ke.. Baru org percaya muda kan? Lepas tu nanti ayat chat tu janganlah mcam org tua. Kenelah ikut perkembangan ayat semasa. Zaman sekarang ni budak2 muda akan cakap macam org xde gigi.. <i>"awak...awak cihat tak? alolololololo~~~ cian nyew diew.. Mamam ubat taw..namau noti-noti.. hik hik hik.."</i> Zaman hadapan x tau lah pulak trend die camne kan.. Lagi satu jangan masa chat tu kene chill beb.. Jangan lah jadi kayu sangat. takpun pegi bersyarah pulak situ. Nama dah best, skali bagi nasihat & petua petua hilangkan ketuat..erkkk!!!</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Haaaa.. Yang ni best. Mengeratkan silaturahim dan kasih sayang antara suami isteri. Takdelah suami asyik dok melepak kat kedai kopi je kan tunggu anak dara lalu.. Kalau Play Station masih popular masa tu, x kesahlah. Main je game tu dengan husbang 24-7. Mainlah race kereta ke, tembak tembak ke.. Mesti best. Tutup Lampu, pasang air-cond...oit3..fikir ape ha? Main game dalam suasana macam tu lah best. Untuk menghangatkan lagi game tersebut, korang boleh buat camni, sape kalah, die kene masak untuk ari tu!</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Hahahhaha.. mesti best kan? Ape? Tak adil? Ohh.. Mestilah lelaki terer race2 & tembak ni kan? ape susah, kalau u all rasa malas nak masak hari tu, U paksalah your husband main game yg 'masak masak cake' or 'Sally Saloon' tu. Gerenti wife yang menang.. Kalau husband u tak nak main tu, u cakap je </span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">"<i>Baby... Kalau baby xnak main game ni,Malam ni, baby tido luar!!!</i>" Nampak x? Mane2 pun wife jugak yg menang!! NGiahahhahahhaha!!!!!</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Tak sedar ke umur tu dah lanjut? bawak bawak lah bertaubat.. Rajin rajinlah lawat masjid.. Semayang Jemaah.. Kan bagus tu. Banyak pahalanya. Ajar cucu mengaji..Kalau larat lagi ziarah lah Kaabah tu lagi.. Sedarlah.. makin lama umur kita kat dunia ni, makin banyak dosa yang kita lakukan.. Jangan asyik kejar dunia je.. tak puas ke 60-70 kejar dunia?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Kita ni bila bila masa boleh 'gol'. Pedas x? Pedas x? Tapi itulah realitinya..</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">p/s: Antibodi saya agak lemah. Tapi lemah kat mesir je. Kat Malaysia sangat jarang sakit. Sini demam sampai pengsan2. sampai kene IV injection. Serik weyhhhhh... Patutnya esok kene sekali lagi IV. Tapi rasa macam xnak pergi. Memanglah x sakit. Tapi saya fobia dengan jarum. </span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-76293595450584308962010-12-14T22:22:00.000+02:002010-12-14T22:22:08.033+02:00CHORAL SPEAKERS~~<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I know this is out-dated entry. Yang lain dah ramai yang update pasal ni. But me, memang banyak idea, but laziness win me.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I'll say....... NO WAY!! <strike>Tapi kalau bagi RM 100, i dont mind AT ALL.hehehe..</strike></b></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Thumbs up for those involved. Especially those who came up with the ideas. Even kat Malaysia, program ni dikira sebagai program yang SANGAT SANGAT BIASA and kalau diberi markah mungkin setakat 6/10.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>TAPI.. ada TAPI okay! Tapi bila dah di bumi mesir ni, ianya boleh dilabelkan sebagai EXTRAVAGANT!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Yelah, dengan ke'terbatas'an boleh kata dalam setiap perkara, dan kebanyakan program2 sebelum ni adalah stereotype, samaaaaa jaaa, FIESTA kali ni boleh dikatakan berjaya.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Program utama ialah BAHAS ALA PARLIMEN! Penyertaan amat mengharukan. Mengharukan? lantaklah, dah lama tak menulis. Semangat ke'kelas'an sangatlah..errr...err... MENGERIKAN? sebab macam dah assabiah jadinya. Siap ada sepanduk2 & tema warna baju lagi.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>And Me? Untuk mengelakkan jadi wakil pembahas, bila ada orang offer jadi Yang Di-Pertua, terus terima tanpa 2nd thought! Hahaha.. Plus, mmg minat sikit mempengerusikan majlis. Teringat masa kat sekolah2 dulu. Kalau saya x jadi doctor, saya nak jadi program planner. Tak kisahlah wedding planner ke, annual dinner ke. Ni kes terpengaruh dengan kerja mak abah ni.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Pengalaman jadi Yang Di Pertua sangat kelakar. Nervousnya lebih dari pembahas. Belum start lagi dah minum air. Masa dah start jangan cakaplah. Habis sebotol air tu minum kat depan.Kesian penjaga masa sebelah saya.x dapat minum. Yang dipertua selepas slot saya pun kesian.AIR DAH HABIS.hahaha.. Dah lah sejuk. Rasa nak kencing pulak. Tapi takkan nak tinggalkan dewan parlimen tiba2 kan. Nampak x professional. Mana boleh. Yang dipertua mesti kene cool sentiasa. By the way, they should call me yang Di-perMUDA okay!!! Thanx kat mak sbb belikan kakak banyak coat aneka fesyen. Ada jugak kegunaan kot-kot tu. Setiap malam Yang diPertua ni tukar coat..hihihi.. Third day tu nak pakai leather jacket. Yelah, warna hitam,ala-ala kot lah tu. Tapi housemates tak bagi. Diorang kata macam</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>'YANG DIPERTUA MACAM BARU LEPAS KONVOI MOTOR HARLEY DAVIDSON'. They love all these hyperbola words. Cakap jelah x sesuai.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>And, kene handle untuk fatayat games. The only thing that i regret for fiesta. I shouldn't took the responsibility for being leader of the group. I already took too much jobs that week. Moderator, choral speaking & group leader for fatayat game. Well, masa terima offer tu, Min call masa tengah tido. Mamai2 lagi. Tak perasan tarikh tu 3-3 event tu sangat dekat. Menyesal sangat. Sedih sbb tak dapat jalankan tanggungjawab dengan baik. Terpaksa bahagikan kerja dengan anak2 buah. And I even fought with one of the group members. Some of my them fought with each other too! And couldnt do anything about it. Such a LOUSY leader!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>I couldn't concentrate on them since i had so much works waiting. Bila fikir2 balik, banyak betul idea keluar yang boleh membantu my group. My mascot should be singa/naga and buat macam tarian singa masa chinese new year tu! Saya boleh bentuk group kecil just untuk cheer!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>After that week, i changed my mind. I no longer want to marry PRIME MINISTER. Busyyyyyyy woooooo...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Yang tiga ni je rasa macam nak nangis2! So sorry, the next PM to be. I can no longer be your future wife.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The Best ----> Choral Speaking.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Buat script sehari je. 6 pages.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Cari ahli seminggu.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Berlatih 5 hari.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>But we were having fun! Tak sangka adik2 junior sangat cool! And sempoi. Biasa choral speaking 40 org. Tapi dapat recruit 26 org je. Sebenarnya lagi ramai. Tapi ramai yg keluar masuk. Sakit hati jugak mula2, tapi dah lumrah hidup.Jadi berlapang hati je.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Since this is not a competition, just persembahan penutup, i determined nak buat ni fun2 je. Tak payah strict sangat. So, ada yg saya buat ikut gaya saya. Ada yg saya bagi kelonggaran pada diorang nak buat macam mana. Brainstorming is good you know. Macam2 idea yang keluar. Superb & cute. Saya nak semua rasa happy and menyumbang something untuk menjayakan choral ni. Ayat x boleh blah.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Kami pakai skirt & blazer. Orang atasan suruh pakai baju kurung. Tapi entah macamane budak2 choral speaking ni semua keras kepala. Termasuklah conductor die sekali. HAHA.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Rasa sangat cuak bila hari persembahan tu. Takut orang x faham. And takde sambutan. Tapi semuanya di luar jangkaan. Penonton bersorak and really enjoy our performance. Diorang gelak habis with our jokes. Sampai saya2 sekali gelak masa tengah conduct. Ishhh.. saya ni dahlah cepat gelak. Even VVIP pun rakam our performance. Wakil Medical Club 'kot' which is org arab pun rakam and really amazed with us. Baru kau tau english kitorang macam mane. Selama ni sibuk kutuk cakap kitorg x reti BI, padahal BI korang yg tunggang langgang! hambik kau! geram aku!</b></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">p/s : Ada offer untuk perform sekali lagi di khalayak ramai di university. Bamos2!!!</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">p/s: one day at a time, i guess i got to take it eventually.. </span></i><br />
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<b> "maaf, saya rasa saudari salah org. sy xde blog." Erkkk!!!!</b><br />
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<b>Honestly, i dont have any idea who the hell is this guy. But i like his writing. Just like the story of my life..Mostly, i like his latest entry. Infact, i already asked for his permission to copy & paste it in my blog.But right after that, since he changed his url, or delete his blog or whatsoever, i couldn't serve it any longer. FORTUNATELY, with the help of google reader, tadaaaaaa....... </b><br />
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<h2 class="entry-title" style="text-align: center;"><b><a class="entry-title-link" href="http://sendirimaubikin.blogspot.com/2010/10/yupi-am-your-stalker-since.html" target="_blank">yup,i am your stalker since</a></b></h2><div class="entry-author" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="entry-source-title-parent">from <a class="entry-source-title" href="http://www.google.com/reader/view/feed/http%3A%2F%2Fsendirimaubikin.blogspot.com%2Ffeeds%2Fposts%2Fdefault?hl=en" target="_blank">! apa barang cakap saja !</a></span> <span class="entry-author-parent">by <span class="entry-author-name">aku senbei</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>since that day.<br />
i will follow your updates.<br />
when you didn't update.<br />
i feel that i lost you.<br />
when you did update<br />
i feel *fuhhh...<br />
(owh that's what you were doing for this while)<br />
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then when you did update<br />
but with intimate comments from your latest guy.<br />
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i felt a hurt in my heart.<br />
its good to see you are happy.<br />
but its not good to see you are happy with other guy.<br />
but i still could feels better if you are happy at any case.<br />
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huahuahua~<br />
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<span style="color: #ccccff; font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: webdings;">post ini khas untuk kamu.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: webdings;">hanya kamu tahu siapa kamu.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: webdings;">saya hanya mahu kamu tahu apa dlm </span><br />
<span style="font-family: webdings;">kepala sy skang...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: webdings;">be happy k.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: webdings;">=],,</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>-Look at those small notes below the entry, aren't they sweet??</i><br />
- <i>Credit to ---> "Aku Senbei"</i>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-23027146150340765942010-10-16T00:45:00.000+02:002010-10-16T00:45:54.574+02:001 & 2, Kedai Runcit & Muhammad Haziq Diniy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Ye.. memang xde kene mengena pun 2 perkara di atas.. I just want to share 2 things in 1 post.<br />
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We just cleaned up our house. What i mean by 'we' is "us-syaqah 6". Starting our new year with a new spirit, <strike>new crush</strike>,new house make over,new food, etc..etc..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>So, our house <strike>cheer</strike>-leader, Pot (as in periuk-pod), already listed all items that we need to bring from malaysia, which is most of them --> food. Wait, they're 100% FOOD! Our luggage allowed for Egypt air was 40kg each. And, my biggest luggage was specially for food! A very full one! So, just imagine, there are 6 of us!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As the story, we gathered all our foods. And...... TADAAAAA!!!!! Seriously, we can open our own 'kedai runcit'!!!!!! Need proof???<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">see... sepapan terus.. kedai runcit ke x?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sayalah yg bawak..</td></tr>
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Tiba2 rasa xde mood nak tulis pasal muhammad haziq diniy. lain kalilah..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span id="goog_1490270843"></span><span id="goog_1490270844"></span></div>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-12047488913013082322010-10-04T23:44:00.000+02:002010-10-04T23:44:41.800+02:00Kasama Kang Tumanda - Grow Old With You<b>Ni semua Tiqah Mamat punya pasal. Dia yang sodok saya dengan cerita cerita Filipina. Dahlah abah xnak menantu orang Filipina.Tapi lagu ni memang best. Soundtrack filem My Only You. Its a nice movie too.</b> <br />
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<b>But, it's not Toni Gonzaga original song. It was Adam Sandler in The Wedding Singer. BUT, the philippine's version is soooo much better. Way too better! Credit to them! Dah melekat dengan lagu ni sepanjang masa. Dah boleh nyanyi dalam pinoy dah ni..</b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b><i><u>Grow Old With You - Kasama Kang Tumanda</u></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad <br />
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad <br />
Oh all I wanna do is grow old with you <br />
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I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches <br />
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks <br />
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you <br />
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I'll miss you <br />
Kiss you <br />
Give you my coat when you are cold <br />
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Need you <br />
Feed you <br />
Even let ya hold the remote control <br />
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So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink <br />
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink <br />
I could be the man who grows old with you <br />
I wanna grow old with you</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">Yaa.. Apa kena mengena jarum dengan kaki kan? Kalau orang tua tua pernah berkata "Jangan Bermain Dengan Api", orang muda (seperti saya, bukan seperti anda yang baca entry ni kerana anda tua) akan berkata " Jangan Bermain Dengan Jarum!!!" . Siap dengan tanda seru(!) maksudnya amaran keras.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Nampak je kecik jarum tu. Nampak je macam comel je untuk dibuat main (who the hell yg buat jarum jadi barang mainan?), tapi jarum jugaklah yang telah membuatkanku fobia terhadap jarum. Sakit, perit, hanya saya dan tuhan je yang tahu.. </span></b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">Semuanya bermula cuti musim panas di Malaysia 2010. Semuanya bermula di hotel Dynasti Kuala Lumpur. Semuanya bermula bila saya kejar anak sedara saya. Kejar di sini bukannya kejar yang happy happy riang ria. Kejar di sini bermaksud saya nak marah anak sedara saya. Okay, benda ni saya x pernah bagitau mak saya. My friend kata saya ni Uda yang garang! Mana ada garang. Saya sayanggggg sangat my nephew!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Karpet bilik hotel tu kan tebal, so, masa kejar si Diniy, I stepped on something. Something small & sharp. Then a 'crack' sound! Damn!!! Sumpah sakit! Tengok2 kat tapak kaki ada jarum jahit terpacak. Bila cabut dah tinggal separuh. Where's the other part? Hmmm.. tercampak kat karpet balik kot. Ke, terpatah pastu tinggal dalam kaki? urgghhh, tak.. tercampak kat karpet tu. Rasa rasa kat kaki, xde pape pun..</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Dah dua hari. My foot started to swell. Nak jalan pun susah ni. Kena jengket macam main ting ting tu. Okay, mak paksa pergi klinik. Then, mak ambik kerusi roda. Mati mati saya taknak naik kerusi tu. Ishhhh..malu!!!! Muda muda dah kena naik wheelchair! Cun dah cun dah, sekali naik wheelchair. Lama jugak saya gaduh dengan mak pasal kerusi roda tu. Last last saya yang suruh mak naik wheelchair tu, saya yang tolak. Lagi panjang mak membebel! hahaha.. Saya gagahkan jugak berjalan. Tapi takdelah ber'ting-ting' dekat public kan. Biar sakit asal x malu. Abang kaunter pendaftaran tu siap buat lawak kata kaki kene potong. H.A H.A..</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Rasa macam tak kelakar lawak tu. Kalau kelakar pun, kaki saya lagi sakit!</span></b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">Tengok kaki macam nak xnak je.. Bila cakap pasal jarum tu, muka macam percaya tak percaya je. Then, die dapat satu phone call. OOOhhh, dia nak keluar dah. I was his last patient he intended to treat. Wait, it's just 3pm man! We asked for X-ray, injection, and antibiotic. But he refused!!! Doktor botak tu kata xde jarum dalam kaki. Kalau ada, mesti saya rasa extrapainful. Do i looked like having a pleasant feeling? And was he a Superman? Boleh X-ray guna mata je? Kalau superman macam ni x best langsung! TAK HENSEM!!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"> He just gave me painkillers & ubat bengkak, & ubat gastrik!! Then, ade perempuan masuk ajak die keluar. Awek diakah??? Mak kata ye..Mak dah mengamuk dekat pharmacy bile dapat those ubat only!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">I came home with additional pain setelah doktor tu menekan2 tapak kakiku. Terima Kasih doktor. Kalau korang dengar macam mana mak menyumpah doktor tu, seriously korang takut nak jadi doktor. Mak siap pesan supaya jangan jadi doktor macam tu bila dah besar nanti. Ye mak, kakak taknak pesakit kakak menyumpah kakak macam tu, Tak tenteram wooo hidup.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Weekend tu, balik rumah opah dekat layang kiri, bota kiri, Perak. Malam tu sangatlah tidak tahan. Abah bawak pergi hospital Changkat Melintang. OMG.. Ada dua orang doktor muda. Cina & Melayu. Yang ni early twenty, not skinny, ada rambut kat tengah, handsome. Hmm.. Mak dan opah ada satu persamaan,sentiasa akan bagitau yang saya ni medical student kat egypt. Bukan apa.. malu sikit. Sikit je la. Yela, student medic tapi kene cucuk jarum plak! hehehe.. So, those doctors sent me for an X-ray. Bila dapat je film X-ray tu, I'm the first one who examined it. Alaaa, kalau setakat tengok X-ray, bukan susah sangat pun. Retilah baca. Damn!!! ada!! Jarum tu ada kat dalam kaki. Panjang pulak tu!! Doktor tu refer saya ke hospital Seri Manjung sebab diorg x boleh buat surgery tu. Oh ye, doktor2 muda tu geleng kepala when my mom cerita pasal doktor putrajaya.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">So, the next day, i was admited to Hospital Seri Manjung. Arrrghhhh,kecewa gila. Instead of doing my attachment at Hospital Serdang, there i was in a ward at Hospital Manjung! Tarikh saya masuk wad tu mmg tarikh saya patut buat attachment! Sebelum tu saya ada pujuk abah untuk buat surgery tu dekat hospital putrajaya je. Alasan? Hospital Putrajaya tu kan lagi baru dari Hospital Manjung. So, hantu dia lagi sikit sebab baru je lagi. Sekali lagi, kena marah! Yelah, tak pernah seumur hidup masuk hospital, tiba2 kena masuk pulak. Tapi, saya insist untuk dapatkan bilik perseorangan. Tak boleh rasanya baring dekat tengah orang ramai. At least for the second day. Sbb my first day kat hospital was sunday.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Sakitttttttttttttt gileeeeeeeeeeeeee masa nak cucuk jarum dekat brachial vein. 7 kali cucuk. They couldn't find my vein. Bila dah jumpa, terlalu halus pulak. diameter jarum tu lagi besar daripada my vein. Boleh plak doktor tu tanya "U buat kerja rumah tak?". Nak kena agaknya doktor ni. My vein halus sebab i ni memang halus mulus orangnya okay!! Sakit sebab kene cucuk tu jauh mengatasi sakit kaki yg ada jarum ni. Every nurse yang lalu pulak mesti tanya macam mane boleh kene jarum? menjahit ke? bile kene? dekat mane? Doktor pun sama. letih la cerita benda sama je. Rasa macam nak tulis dekat kertas & tampal dekat kepala katil. Hambik kau!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">I was soooo naive to think that the surgery is simple. Ingatkan macam duduk atas kerusi dalam bilik doktor. Then hulur kaki je. And the doctor do his job! I was all wrong! Siap kene masuk dewan bedah, pakai baju bedah, dgn ECG kat jangtung segala, bius separuh badan. That was real scary! Before masuk dewan bedah tu, ade lagi nurse & doc yg tanya macamane boleh kena. Aku just diam & senyum. Nasib baik ada nurse yg dah tau tu selamatkan aku " Panjang ceritanya, nak tau baca report tu sendiri!" She's cool man!!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Sepanjang dalam wad, they've been wonderfully nice to me! Mak abah beli berlambak betul makanan. Yelah, makanan hospital kan x sedap. Dah jadi macam pesta pulak. Kerja saya dengan adik saya, makaaaannn je kejenya sampai tengah malam. Laksa, murtabak, kuih melaka, Tau fu fah, kueytiaw goreng. Banyak lagi. Padahal duduk situ satu malam je kot. And, ramai jugak doktor yang buat housemanship situ. They knew me as a medical student, so we talked a lot. Banyak jugak benda yang diorang share and ajar saya. But guess what? Those who were nice to me are all indian & chinese. Yang melayu? Buat muka kerek! Berlagak nak mampos! Tegur pun xnak! Wey, aku pun belajar medik gakkkk!!! Tak Payah nak berlagak kotttt!!</span></b><br />
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<span id="goog_1899156707"></span><span id="goog_1899156708"></span>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-55835080988715227322010-08-03T04:45:00.000+03:002010-08-03T04:45:23.466+03:00Week Of Tragedies..I guess today will make exactly 1 week I'm in Malaysia. And i don't think it could be more action as i already shocked with several incidents.<br />
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The good neews is, my mom said i'm thinner compare to last year.The good neews is, my mom said i'm thinner compare to last year.The good neews is, my mom said i'm thinner compare to last year. <br />
Yaaa... Saya memang saja tulis tiga kali! Biar Tiqah Mamat, Balqis, Pot & Mizah baca dan faham dan simpan sebagai long term memory. Supaya diorang tak berani kata saya gemuk, muka lebar bla..bla..bla.. Macam dekat Alex haritu, kami 5 orang naik 1 teksi. Jadi, 4 orang di belakang, 1 orang di depan. We decided the fattest sit in front. Guess who had to fill the front sit all the time? Me!!!!<br />
Padahal, sikit punya slim dah ni.. haishhh...<br />
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3rd night in Malaysia, kami ber-kajang... I mean, kitorang pegi makan sate kajang. Ramai2 dengan acu sekali. Sedap! Sedap! Sedap! Tapi makan sate banyak2 tu rasa macam celah gigi je. Tak puas langsung. Nanti nak ajak abah pegi makan lagi satelah! Kejadian malam tu yang agak kelakar bila acu dengan selamba dan tanpa segan silunya meniru aksi raja lawak cara2 nak reverse kenderaan. Lama jugak acu buat macam tu kat tempat parking. Dah macam berjoget je. Rasa nak jerit " Saya tak kenal dia! Saya tak kenal dia!" .<br />
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Here comes the best part. Me & Tiqah Mamat & my adik went to KLIA to fetch a friend. Everything went smooth. ( Except we took a 'long' cut to KLIA & forgot where did we parked our car). On our way to Midvalley (we actually terlajak sampai) Shah Alam, dekat lampu isyarat (merah), tengah sedap sembang, tiba tiba BAMMM!!!!! (and damn!!! dalam hati), kereta wira langgar dari belakang! Takda kereta lain ke nak langgar? kereta aku jugak? Nasib baik x teruk. Nasib baik dia nak bayar. Tapi kesian dia kena marah dengan abah teruk dari telefon. nampak tangan dia menggeletar. Bertanggungjawab. Takpe. malas nak komen panjang panjang. But, adalah trauma sikit nak drive kereta. Lepas tu, my adik & Tiqah Mamat dah jadi pegawai JPJ dah. Sikit sikit.. "Eh.. eh.. intan.. slow.. slow.. ada kereta..ada kereta.." Padahal tadi tu bukan salah saya. tapi saya faham. Diorang pun nervous macam saya jugak!<br />
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Okay.. sambung annti.. nak keluar dgn ex-roomate!intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-53160531159246256492010-07-13T17:33:00.000+03:002010-07-13T17:33:18.314+03:00Macam ni kalau nak makan<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Di bawah ialah etika dan cara2 nak makan. Amaran awal, ini semua takde kena mengena dengan apa apa panduan daripada buku. Sesungguhnya semuanya adalah daripada fikiran dan pemerhatian saya sendiri selama hidup 20 tahun ni. Ini kalau nak makan dekat public or tempat formal. Kalau dekat rumah ke, kedai mamak ke, makan gaya bebas dibenarkan. Takde sape nak ambik kisah pun.</b></span><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Jangan cakap pasal benda yg geli atau kotor masa tengah makan. Contohnya cakap pasal <strike>taik ke..berak ke..</strike> . Ni siap cerita dengan teliti struktur bau dan warna.. Ada jugak yang muntah kat meja makan tu. Last last semua tak larat makan.. nak?</span></b></span></li>
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<ul><li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Makan jangan berterabur. Tak elok kalau ada remah remah nasi kat sekitar pinggan korang. Pinggan tu dah cukup luas rasanya.Last but not least, dah habis makan tu, kalau ada baki makanan tu, eloklah kumpulkan setempat kat satu sudut pinggan. Jangan dibiarkan berterabur dalam pinggan tu. Kalau budak kecik takpe, ni anda budak besar. Sudu garpu tu letak elok elok selari.. </span></b></span></li>
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<b>Yeah..of course. Thats what u get when u left your blog un-updated. Well, u have to excuse me for the exams. <strike>Bullshit!</strike> Nonsense</b> ! <b>I once updated this blog the night before histology.</b><br />
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<b>It seems like i lost the mood in writing. But i have so many things and tips to be shared. What makes me updating this blog right now? I'm forcing myself. I'm urging all the energy inside me while my left hand is holding my right hand to hit the keyboard.</b><br />
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<b> Another 2 days i finally can raise my flag. My independence flag! Psychology is the last paper. </b><br />
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<b>Today i'm gonna talk about..ermmm...about...ermm... DAMN! i have no idea! completely no idea.</b><br />
<b>So, this entry is a crap! </b><b> </b><br />
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<b>So, just enjoy this song.</b><br />
<b>Its an old song. But i recently sooo into it.</b><br />
<b>He has a very great powerful voice.</b><br />
<b>With a pair of dangerously handsome eyebrows.</b><br />
<b>Yup.. kening dia sangat kacak.</b><br />
<b>Tengok kening je dah cair..</b><br />
<b>But the lyrics, i dont like it.</b><br />
<b>its about cheating.</b><br />
<b>We should never cheat.</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Tadi,dekat fb, <strike>ex-dato' </strike></span></b>, <b>ex-schoolmate upload gambar masa kat sekolah dulu. First ayat keluar mulut ---> comot gila masa budak2 dulu! dahlah tu, kelakar muka. Innocent habis! dahlah hitam (gara2 kadet polis), kurus gila babeng pulak tu. Macamane boleh bina badan sekarang pun x tahu.</b><br />
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<b>Dan bermula dari situlah, sorang..sorang.. kawan2 lama menjelma. Waaahhh.. rindunya. Mula lah add-meng add. Bagus jugak facebook ni. connecting people. </b><br />
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<b>Macam2 ragam masa zaman budak2 dulu. Sekarang ni, semua dah berterabur. Ada kat Penang, Selangor, Jepun, Mesir, merata lagilah. Betul abah kata, kita x boleh nak ikut kawan sebab semua rezeki lain2.</b><br />
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<b>Masing2 dah bawak haluan sendiri. Ada yang dah jadi model. Ada yang dah jadi nurse. Ada yg dah jadi sasterawan. Ada bakal engineer. Ada bakal doktor.InsyaAllah..</b><br />
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<b>Ada yang dah nak kawin bulan sepuluh ni. Ada yang dah bertunang. Ada yg dah jumpa jodoh masing2.. Ada yang still single..</b><br />
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<b>And my backstabber once upon a time apologize today. Forgiven. Dah 4 tahun. See, x sekeras mana pun hati saya. Dah orang mintak maaf, sedang nabi ampunkan umat. but, forgive but not forget. </b><br />
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<b>Nak cakapnya..kita semua dah dewasa @ tua... Ohhhh tidakkkkk!!!!! </b><br />
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<b>Mereka plan nak buat reunion ---> pangkor @ cherating @ perhentian. I vote for perhentian.</b><br />
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<b>Mungkin Millat facebook dan Umma united bakal mengambil tempat facebook. Asalkan kita menyokong mereka.. </b><br />
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<b><i>p/s : </i></b><i>mungkin saya juga perlu minta maaf pada seseorang..</i>intanpayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02553605658652166485noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361971306688518986.post-23056542853323201722010-06-22T08:32:00.000+03:002010-06-22T08:32:59.923+03:00Tanya lagi hot ke tak?<b>Cik Atiqah Mamat<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (memang nama comersial dia)</span> sangat gemar meng-tag saya.Tapi tag kali ni memang ada kena mengena.</b><br />
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<b>1-<span style="font-size: large;">Anda rasa anda hot?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> Huhhh..isn't it obvious? Of course I'M HOT! With the 46 celcius temperature, plus with 3 times blackout yesterday, who can deny that I'm hot???</b><br />
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<b>2-<span style="font-size: large;"> Bila kali terakhir anda makan pizza?</span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ohhh ye.. last time? </b></span><b>Cik Tiqah Mamat belanja makan pizza masa dia dapat duit banyak2.. lepas tu x makan dah.sbb ape eh? entahla.. xde selera kot.. die kene org belanja baru selera. hahaha..</b><br />
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3-<b><span style="font-size: large;">Lagu terakhir yang anda dengar sekarang?</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'll be loving u a long time by Mariah Carey.. sedang dengar sekarang. One of my favourite though.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">4-<span style="font-size: large;">Apa yang anda sedang buat selain menyelesaikan tag ini?</span></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Dengar lagu dan makan anggur. Anggur merah yang takde biji tu. Manis pulak tu. sedap lah makan,takde biji kan.macam makan snack.sesuai ganti popcorn masa tengok movie.berkhasiat pulak tu. Haaa..kalau nak beli, 5 genih sekilo..</span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> </span> </span></b><br />
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5-<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>Selain nama sendiri, anda dipanggil nama apa?</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Banyak woo.. ---></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-kakak</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-kak teh</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-kak uda</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-Budak darjah 5 </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-kak ika (dekat Msia only,not in egypt)</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-In (Hanim & Hana yang rajin panggil ni)</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-Miss crab</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-Miss accessory</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-Acha.. (??????????)</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-Budak kechik</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-Che' adik</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">-Diktator (no one calling me this anymore)</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tag 8 orang</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">8??banyaknya. dahlah banyak yang kite nak tag dah kena tag.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">1-adik</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">2-qis</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">3-lai</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">4-nad</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">5-nisa</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">6-min</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">7-pot (aku tau ko takkan buat, aku just nak cukupkan 8 org je) </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">8-ainaa</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Siapakah org no. 1 kepada anda?</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">My dear adik <strike>yg gemuk. </strike>yg paling rapat dlm family, dialah!</span> </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> <span style="font-size: large;">Katakan sesuatu kepada org no. 5</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dah dapat bezakan ke tak serbuk kurma dengan serbuk sup?</span> </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Org no. 3 ada hubungan dengan siapa?</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dia ni my bff. dia ada hubungan dengan m****. dululah.. sekrang x taulah..</span> </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bagaimana pula dengan org no. 4?</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">ni pun my bff gak. dia ada hubungan dengan.. dengan..dengan.. entah,dia xnak cerita kat saya.</span> </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pesanan buat orang nombor 6?</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jangan selalu jatuh depan org ramai lagi eh.. tambah2 depan junior. tambah2 depan intan, sebab kat situ jugak intan akan gelak kaw kaw punya! hahahhaa</span> </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Kata2 cinta untuk org no. 2?</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">I always love u qis, but I love gerard butler even more. So, dont u ever dream of him! hahahaha</span></span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">(evil laugh!!!!!) </span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">adakah org no. 7 & 8 mempunyai persamaan?</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">perempuan.</span> </span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Berikan 5 yang anda tau mengenai org yg tag anda?</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">-My BFF</span> </span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">-<b>Kuat makan. Sian keyri nak bela dia nanti, duit habis ke makan je.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>-Kuat online shopping. Kesian Keyri sekali lagi.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>-Gossip girl.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>-Bercita2 nak kawin awal. good luck!!! </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">Perasaan anda semasa menyelesaikan tag ni? </span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lapar lah weiiiiiii!!!!! mau makan apa ni????????????????? LAPAR LAPAR LAPAR LAPAR!!!</span> </span></span> </b><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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