yeah, it's been a while.


yeah, the truth is i always skipped a post on new semester and another on the end of semester.oh and not to mention another at any time-i-like-it-to post.heh.nice ticq~

some people updated their life.some people cursing.some people story.some people advice.some people blabber.yet im not some people.hahaha.and maybe yes, i post it at any time i feel sorry.but then, however few the posts it seems, yet more than my facebook, google, yahoomail, twitter (yes i do have one.haha), i love this space more.its not about the pictures, my words (like it really matters.huuuu), or anything and since its not a social networking site, i guess anyone who still hold onto it must be here for a i was asking myself; to what do i owe this post today?

two words.

haha.thats the beauty of see, i never have an idea to write anything, but i type could create something beautiful just out of nothing.the usual types, people might refer to objects, or people, but doesnt it seem materialistic?okeh, by all means; it is true that nature tends to be beautiful, people can be beautiful, arts can also be beautiful, yet the first thing that came to my mind was a pen and a paper.

quoting quotes


a new week from a new semester just passed at the garden of knowledge and virtue and im starting to realize much more values than ever.oh and im thinking of quoting every quotes that ive heard and like alongside the road im walking here at IIUM.theheeee.mcm best kan?

gladly quoted from my PSA lecturer this week was

"view RM less, view value more"

we were talking about public sector (i think so) and it was quite nice when he stressed more on welfare of society rather than rich-ing the people.oh and he added some "people" shud take note (in sarcasm.haha).

and only later then, that i realize he was only put it that way so we all buy the textbook he recommended, rather than photocopy-ing.sheeeesh.and to add, more than one subject prefer the new edition book this semester, meaning you cant use your senior's.

ouh tiq.bende2 lagha len melambak hang dok beli.buku text 6 bijik xkan x bole kan?kan?

mazola and tart nenas for dummies


location : kampung kelibang, langkawi
date : 27th of Ramadhan

seronok betinggung watching angah and isyatin at kitchen menguli tepung, kacang, etc when angah says,
"haa tiqah mai la try bwat."
and when the creative and kritis kazens make a team-brain-building, 

we have some chickens

some mickeys

playboy curve some rabbits

some ikan bilises

and because some designs or shapes not yet created, so we make our owns....

a golden bird that needs to dance


this post is a hundred percent full of selfishness view of mine -- you are allowed to disagree, comment, add and/or say anything -- indeed the purely reasons is, in hopes if someone ever read it (i said 'if' though) and/or acts upon it, i shall get some barakah (ameeen).yes i am fasting so i can't lie.heeeee proceed.

i was at teraweeh prayer in the mosque with ummi -- the next semester will start around 2 weeks after aidilfitri, so i got to fulfill the whole ramadhan this year at home.yaaay! -- where i learned the most distract-full generation of human population which are : KIDS. 
okeh.dont get me wrong.i dont hate kids.i am the eldest of 6 siblings.half of my life (at least at my age now) i live with kids, up till now.i know kids.i once was a kid.i am okay with kids.but not okay with kids that yelling, shouting and/or playing throwing shoes at women praying area and/or acting polis-tangkap-pencuri along every space they can find among the dont come by themselves to the mosque.i mean, heck, where are the mothers?annoyed and frustrated, i blurted out to ummi;

"kalau mak2 ne rasa depa x dpt control anak2 depa, awatla bwk jugak mai masjid eh?"

ummi senyum aja.given a little moments, one makcik in front of us bangun dan bergerak ke belakang saff, and i heard she told the other makcik beside her;

"saya ada anak kecik kt blakang.satgi kacau pulak."

oooooooouh.and at that moment also, ummi and i had a psychic-mute-conversation confirming that she heard my complaints.haha.but i dont see her removing place made any difference.her child keeps circling her while we prayed, bouncing in front of her, and yes beside us also.still kacau jugak.

(ouh please excuse my keeps changing and i just cudnt keep tracks of it.haha)

the special guest


in the name of Allah, the most Graceful, the most Merciful

special guest is approaching
the stairway of existence

you now come
have we all now come to
the Beloved's
for through the stairway of existence
Ramadhan is here

p/s:it was actually in the draft-haha-and goes waaaaay back.but ill just use the date from the draft, okeh?and in the name of God, may our path cross again.



In your name, Oh Lord, I lay to sleep
to rise in the morning, by your leave.
If you take my soul from me as I rest,
please forgive me.
And if I wake in the morning again, 
to a new and bright day, then I pray 
You will always guide me,
upon the straight way.


She did a lot of bad things......


she's a sinner.she's a wrong-doer, sometimes a pretender.
yet He covers her gigantic-loopholes in the midst of compelling flowers, masking her as a perfectly human-being, continuously blinding people around.

this post should technically be last thursday, since it was my birthday, but then since when do i immune from late update?hahaha.i considered it to be a post worthy, so go on.

the 10 lessons from final exam


this is just a crappy list a humourly-interesting-in-opinion-list not out of normal stuff i usually wrote pun kan?just because ive recently been in the greatest harsh passage of final exam [it never been me] and with all the times i have now [thats right.5 months ahead of holiday.yes people.5 MONTHS!] i have began philosophizing my head of lessons from final here goes.

the letter


from the desk of ___ foyer __ CAC (fill in the blank), current-nobody-but-future-somebody for life.

dear all.may this note reach you in good iman, emotion and health.

please please please stop chit-chatting, ber-sembang-ing, laughing, giggling, slapping happily, or pretending like you are not any examination assistants when technically instead that you are, and still doing it even when somebody gave you the most horrible angriest stupidest daring ever.
please please please i dont wanna mess any of my paper.i dont wanna cursing to be having sitting at the back.and i really want to avoid having bad impression to any other university students who applied to be my university assistant examinations.
im so soo sorry but this is really depressing and stressed us please please and please.

footnote=if this continue, i am to suggest that qualifications for examination assistants to be strictly reviewed again.thanx.may Allah bless.



hari-hari ak bukak laptop.hari-hari pun iium-community sgt hari-hari ak makin lemah ntuk menulis.xtaw pasaipa?bnyk sgt draft yg separuh2 tp x ter-post.

aduuuh.semoga himmah wa hamasah itu tidaklah bermusim.

klas CCKN 3131 (niche khat 3) already ended a while back tp ad satu ayat ustaz tu sgt mnyentuh.

----kamu bertanggungjwb atas ap yang kamu tulis----

4.30 am


this is nothing.really.still i think it deserve 1 post here more than ever.

it was that night [early morning] at 4.30 am, that i stayed up reading Auditing and Assurance Services in Malaysia for the test next morning, that i stop when i thought of this line, that i wrote it down.

....what the world really need is more love and less paper----hahaha just kidding.

it was the month where people talk about love the most and while we spreading thoughts of eliminating the so-called-Valentines-Day and then that night it hit me----

of which-name-is-"T"


i dont like riding a bus.

no.i actually dont like riding a-long-travelling-bus-from KL to kedah-which-name-is-"T".

no.i actually dont like riding a-long-travelling-bus-from KL to kedah-which-name-is-"T"-on a middle of semester short holiday bilamana jadual x sama dgn org lain menyebabkan date exam mid y besepah dan tiket y lewat kerana raya sesuatu kaum n everytime i took that bus-which-name is-"T" itll end up rosak/lewat/sesuatu y x kena brdekatan my seat.

p/s:HATE is a strong word.

it all started back there from was the 1st n last that i took the night-bus-which-name-is-"T" dr n9 ke kedah which end up 

SH---part 1


i made myself who i am
i let it appeared the way i am

so the way i am
happen to be that way
when they thought this and its not
when they think not but i did this
guess its nobody's fault 

"orang tu"


maka genaplah 4 bulan 22 hari blog ini telah me-nyampah-kan bnyk pihak.kulihat ramai y singgah menyapu, memberus, membising n meninggalkan litel voice kt kotak hijau sebelah walopun hari-hari ak seakan lupa -sebuah-taipan-di-pintu-sebelah- ini wujud.mmg hari-hari kujentik kibot ini.hari-hari kujeling moniter hari-hari pintu sebelah ini tidak tertaip.apelah dayaku....

few days of 2011 bnyk melontarkan adegan/anekdot/situasi/kejadian/peristiwa y baru, x terduga, melampau-lampau, meng-sedihkan, mengharu-birukan, menggembirakan, meng-kacau-bilaukan, melompat-lompat, menjerit-lantunkan, melonjakkan, merobohkan, mengherankan, mengkejutkan, meng-macam-macam lg n y biase-biase pun ad.
[perenggan ni xdak motif pun.saja suka2.hahaha.kena tipu-baca]