Saturday, April 30, 2011

dINnERs anD moRe dinNers....


so we have this beijing appreciation dinner and ppsl dinnerr...
which is at the same place...
and almost the same food..
and almost the same people..
huhu..
anyway..
it was fun...
free food are the best !!



ppsl sidand 2010/2011...n insyallah...ppsl untuk sidang dpn pulak...


so thiis is them...da lame x lepak samee...



n them again..the girl in da middle, she's camera crazy...totally camera crazy...heeee..




ain in da pics..she's getting old...=p


n me..


this is the beijing dinner...not much of a pics..


beijing comittee member...


i guess..
this is the end of second year...
senior years ahead...
wishing for test of luck..
and the greatest happiness...
and the beginning of new hope...


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

FaLLING FrOm GraCe...

what am i supposed to say when i'm all chocked up..
and u're ok....

Life is a drama...
for a while...drama is fun..
thrilling...
but for some time..
its getting tiring...
when the same things keep on repeating..
n repeating again..
this is not a history book that i am trying to write..

often when i'm stumble upon a stone..
and till then just i realize..
whether or not it's i'm making another impaired judgement....
or i'm just putting too high expectation..
and so..
i'm falling from grace..


Friday, April 15, 2011

BEN ASHAARI GEGAR LAGI





sape nk join klik cni...


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Jessie.J-who you are..


I stare at my reflection in the mirror...
Why am I doing this to myself?
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf ...

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mould
The more I try the less it's working...
Cause everything inside me screams, "no,no,no,no..."

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay

Yes, no, egos
Fake shows like woah
Just go, and leave me alone
Real talk real life
Good love goodnight
With a smile that's my home
That's my home


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MERAPOO BY

Thursday, April 14, 2011


people say never put your expectation too high..
or you'll end up realizing that high hope was nothing but a piece of shit..opps...
i guess i had always told that too myself..
but somehow..
i myself end up placing a high expectation onto something that wasn't a sure..
and yet...
like the saying goes...
i end up realizing that it was just a piece of...*** u know...

again with what the people say..
they said slows and steady wins the race..
well..
i hated slow and steady..
i'm lack of patients..
i'm lack of emotion..
i'm lack of a lot of things in every way..
so i don't want it to be slow n steady..
i wanted it to be fast and still manage to be on the right tract..
i dun wanna be like everyone else..
i wanted to be the exception..can i??

pss-
everyone wanted to be a better person..
it's scary when u realize that..
u are getting very far from better...









Tuesday, April 12, 2011

sometimes..
i do not want things to be simple..
i cant put up what i wanted into words..
i myself can't seems to figure out which is which in life..

but for being too happy is one impossible thing...

a saying..
do not put your hope too high..
sometimes being an underachiever is better off....


Friday, April 8, 2011

Jom Masuk Bloglist blog2 terbaek





sape2 nk join klik cni...






lalala...cut...

Maddi Jane - Jar of Hearts Cover (by Christina Perri)



I know I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are

And it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?



nmPak coMeL tp......


i have actually 13 amazing niece and nephew..
did i say amazing??
i mean...
amazing bila dyeorg kecik..
n still cannot talk and walks..
and not yet become annoying...

errr.....


introducing...amirul, danial n damia-they may look cute..
but do not be fool by their looks...




this is nadrah...


this is muaz...muaz lovess food!!



and our new family members iffah...

yg len??
x dek gmba...
dunno n dun care...
lalala...


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death, thou shalt die-wit moovie


it's a movie called wit..
Wit is a form of intellectual humour, and a wit is someone skilled in making witty remarks..
Wit in poetry is characteristic of metaphysical poetry as a style, and was prevalent in the time of English playwright Shakespeare, who admonished pretension with the phrase "Better a witty fool than a foolish wit"
nearly as same as common sense(taken from wikipedia)
it has absolutely superb language..
superb story line...
being clever is just no enough......
check it out...


E.M. Ashford: Do you think that the punctuation of the last line of this sonnet is merely an insignificant detail? The sonnet begins with a valiant struggle with Death calling on all the forces of intellect and drama to vanquish the enemy. But it is ultimately about overcoming the seemingly insuperable barriers separating life death and eternal life. In the edition you choose, this profoundly simple meaning is sacrificed to hysterical punctuation.
E.M. Ashford: And Death, Capital D, shall be no more, semi-colon. Death, Capital D comma, thou shalt die, exclamation mark!
E.M. Ashford: If you go in for this sort of thing I suggest you take up Shakespeare.
E.M. Ashford: Gardner's edition of the Holy Sonnets returns to the Westmoreland manuscript of 1610, not for sentimental reasons I assure you, but because Helen Gardner is a scholar.
E.M. Ashford: It reads, "And death shall be no more" comma "death, thou shalt die." Nothing but a breath, a comma separates life from life everlasting.
E.M. Ashford: Very simple, really. With the original punctuation restored Death is no longer something to act out on a stage with exclamation marks. It is a comma. A pause.
E.M. Ashford: In this way, the uncompromising way one learns something from the poem, wouldn't you say? Life, death, soul, God, past present. Not insuperable barriers. Not semi-colons. Just a comma.



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Thursday, April 7, 2011

sTranGEr..


its weird..
very weird atmosphere..
everyone were so cold..
each one is a stranger to another..
so speechless..
so out of words..
so silent....

denying all odds..
denying all truth..
it's getting hard to pretend..
such a hard world....
such a cruel world..
it's suffocating inside..
fake smile by everyone..
nothing is as it seems...
nothing is the same that can be tells..

those sad eyes..
those stare..
those voices..
it's getting anoyying and irritating..
yet..
i'm still speechless...


why does it has to be this way...


a bunch of fools all dressed up in pretty clothes..thats wat we are...



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