tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83372940827546952882024-03-13T09:12:17.351+08:00helplife,from totally different angleringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-88282962926937122572012-10-22T20:37:00.001+08:002012-10-22T23:12:35.929+08:00Pilihan Minggu IniPerlahan pintu ditolak, dan aku masuk <br>
'Ding'<br>
Loceng di atas pintu menjemput datang. <br>
Then, I look for my favourite seat,<br>
A little farther from the counter, tepi sedikit daripada tingkap. <br>
Nampak sedikit pemandangan luar, dan digabungkan sedikit dengan suasana di dalam kedai kopi. <br>
<br>
Sebenarnya ada beberapa meja pun lebih kurang begitu. <br>
No specific reason why the one there is my favorite. <br>
Really. <br>
Usai kaki menjejak ke dalam, aku lihat ke meja itu, kosong tiada orang. <br>
Bagus. <br>
<br>
Terus, kaki berjalan menuju ke kaunter dengan gadis bertag nama ‘Jamilah’ berada di balik sana. <br>
Gaya urban. Nama kampung. Kontra. Seksi<br>
<br>
Lalu dia menyapa,<br>
“Hai the most handsomest guy in the world, how do you like your coffee today?” <br>
Okay, exaggerate.<br>
“Hot latte please, creamy, extra foam”<br>
<br>
Minutes later i got my drug and heads to the favourite seat. <br>
Perlahan aku duduk, sambil kemas meletak kopi di atas meja.<br>
Kopi dibiarkan sahaja, sambil aku memandang ke arah luar.<br>
Everyone is walking in such hurry and the traffic is awful.<br>
Kota yang sibuk.<br>
<br>
Menung.<br>
<br>
Then, i get back to my coffee,<br>
Perlahan liquid di dalam cawan itu dikacau, sebelum dicicip berhati-hati.<br>
And then i wander,<br>
<br>
Menung lagi.<br>
Moody dan in denial. <br>
<br>
I used to have coffee with someone here in this coffee shop.<br>
We both usually meet here after long stressful days to have a chat. <br>
Teman wanita aku sebenarnya,<br>
pada masa itu.<br>
<br>
And maybe I lied when I said there is no specific reason for the favorite seat.<br>
She is the fucking reason meja ini menjadi kegemaran sampai hari ini.<br>
<br>
Kami berdua akan order mocha seperti biasa, perisa kegemaran setiap kali datang.<br>
Black and strong,as always.<br>
<br>
Dan cicip bersama.<br>
Sharing stories and sorrow.<br>
Minum kopi dan curi-curi pandang satu sama lain.<br>
Kadang malu, kadang gila. <br>
Punching each other and laugh.<br>
<br>
Tapi kadang dia akan order latte.<br>
And when I ask her why,<br>
She would say,<br>
Sekali sekala saya mahu merasa perisa yang lain dari kebiasaan.<br>
Dalam sebulan tu, adalah seminggu dia akan order latte.<br>
It’s nice to try something different from your favourite, at times.<br>
It gave you new perspective, new dimension, she would later add.<br>
<br>
Aku angguk, tanda faham.<br>
Atau tidak.<br>
<br>
But that was dulu.<br>
Sekarang, aku seorang.<br>
Cuma aku dan latte di depan ni.<br>
<br>
Aku lihat cecair dadah di atas meja itu yang masih panas.<br>
Dan berkata dalam hati,<br>
Sama sahaja aku dengan latte ini,<br>
<br>
We’re just the flavour of the week.
ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-82798211614584487762012-03-02T02:16:00.000+08:002012-03-02T02:17:49.454+08:00randomthe rev dah tiada, apa guna a7x datang malaysiaringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-57656750298349941702012-02-26T14:17:00.001+08:002012-02-26T14:23:28.016+08:00why aren't you famous yet?<iframe width="400" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bFTMIMQnvNU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-86624733078243901772012-01-19T02:40:00.005+08:002012-01-24T22:33:40.819+08:00hyenasi am a slave of the darkness<br />as mid-night draws,i sniff for your soul <br />hanker for your black shining hair, your red cherry cheekbone<br />aching for your mumble lips<br /><br />down the street i gone with my barren lust<br />lurking around, waiting, <br />silent hunting <br />yearning for your crazy kitten smile<br /><br />i want to munch your eternal glowing beauty,<br />i want to bite your arrogant flawless face<br />and eat the shine of your flowery eyes<br /><br />as the moon creeps behind the shadow of the darkness<br />and midnight ends, i shall be home<br />laze in the bushes lazily, at bliss<br />for i have you, in me.ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-90826505034765524392011-11-08T12:04:00.009+08:002011-11-08T17:40:48.293+08:00simultaneous collisionfalling in love is a madness act that moved at its own pace. it is not a dependable variable that follow the pace of the person we are falling with.no, it moved on its own. the person who we are falling with meanwhile, have the pace of their own. these two feelings have things for each other but they doesn't move simultaneously, sometimes its too early or too fast and sometimes its too slow or too late.the uneven velocity is the problem. its not like physics, where you can calculate simultaneous collision by predicting the result at every point of collision or resting contact by using the formula vf = −e vi. no, falling in love is not science for fuck sake, its beyond logic. we can't predict the pace and velocity of others. falling in love is taking risk, an act that you commit alone, not together. the feelings will collide every now and then, and it is what you do during the collision (ignoring the fact that you didn't know its a collision phase) that determine the outcome.<br /><br /><br />ps: selamat ulangtahunringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-32413749460990572992011-10-31T16:29:00.005+08:002011-11-01T10:26:41.729+08:00i ask my heart,i ask my heart, why i can't sleep at nights..<br /><br />my heart replied,<br />its because you sleep in the afternoon. don't act like you're in love all the time : Dringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-61366773312773097662011-10-09T10:07:00.002+08:002011-10-09T10:15:53.458+08:00staring stari have to find the perfect spot,<br />the reliable telescopes,<br />the right mood,<br />and the calmest night,<br />to gaze at the sky,<br />and stare at the most beautiful star<br />dancing its way on galaxies,<br /><br /><br />or i can just wait until its monday,<br />and sit beside you.<br /><br /><br /><br />ps: happy birthday to me. yeayringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-33110949957967538592011-10-06T19:41:00.015+08:002011-10-08T16:07:32.049+08:00Wednesday in winteri love you little<br />but so straightforwardly<br />for that is more,<br />than loving you immense<br />but so complexly<br /><br />modest,<br />but relentless<br /><br />unassuming,<br />self effacing <br /><br />little by little i love you<br />until it is not so straightforward anymore<br />what started off as a quiet emotion<br />little by little,<br />turn into something that is not so little anymore<br /><br />louder and louder it grew,<br />from Wednesday in winter to Saturday in summer<br />depict a major emotion cry out<br />from day to day,<br />to days<br />for today i love you immense,<br /><br />and now it becomes complexringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-74509897257036395422011-09-29T19:26:00.001+08:002011-09-29T19:28:38.804+08:00that magical moment<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_6GOUejPfo0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-47332975356580100282011-09-28T00:54:00.005+08:002011-11-29T19:08:17.750+08:00dissolve in menow come to me, my frozen summer bee<br />around me linger, until its winter<br />fold thyself around sweet cuppa tea,<br />sleep honey bee don't you worry<br />hear my ancient letter, close your eyes my dear,<br />crumble upon ye lily, until gone, thou weary<br />glide into thy sea, and dissolve in me<br /><br />and in love with me and me onlyringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-31401379973595298232011-09-27T13:44:00.004+08:002011-09-28T01:59:59.218+08:00a fish that has a secret wishAnd the rattlesnake said,<br />"I wish I had hands so<br />I could hug you like a man."<br />And then the cactus said,<br />"Don't you understand,<br />My skin is covered with sharp spikes<br />That'll stab you like a thousand knives.<br />A hug would be nice,<br />But hug my flower with your eyes.<br /><br />kimya dawsonringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-32624929326782927742011-09-24T15:20:00.008+08:002011-09-24T18:08:07.424+08:00september market<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfMRoJzGUUk1tLZ7Kzk8OunWVwGw8HTunkqWMWidbBZnXEJT6GUVY9q4nZqTrPnmy8E4pdeNIh8jitCzNNNisDOGMHIzX1R9nxxi9vCwSCHdsJwyET7356ASqE_QVCeG1c87YN1YbLWEA/s1600/069.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfMRoJzGUUk1tLZ7Kzk8OunWVwGw8HTunkqWMWidbBZnXEJT6GUVY9q4nZqTrPnmy8E4pdeNIh8jitCzNNNisDOGMHIzX1R9nxxi9vCwSCHdsJwyET7356ASqE_QVCeG1c87YN1YbLWEA/s320/069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655865779698814882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNJdjhZUEyINsi-ztOW1LZ47Glw_2FZiHxvYtne0Ehh8C2B4eckyjgZre10a_9cOyboViu6qZ15T20p0GnqOaYBsgtJugA7FSP8GSNZUDhK_kjjELI3njfOjL8QRtoE-VGqQ5410CtUQ/s1600/073.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNJdjhZUEyINsi-ztOW1LZ47Glw_2FZiHxvYtne0Ehh8C2B4eckyjgZre10a_9cOyboViu6qZ15T20p0GnqOaYBsgtJugA7FSP8GSNZUDhK_kjjELI3njfOjL8QRtoE-VGqQ5410CtUQ/s320/073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655865774016297330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8M9SVJYmJAgxyL9Th0cvEIwCjrnoIXgNJyzesjpkhTwnf9Y7q6KtxFIRpfHhIUIuouzyK0ZMB9c0uIuF09CRG13YnxpB4hP6_RXGQJKEosl1KpQsnY-4J5H_FofhLBh0yIEyzr7elgQA/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8M9SVJYmJAgxyL9Th0cvEIwCjrnoIXgNJyzesjpkhTwnf9Y7q6KtxFIRpfHhIUIuouzyK0ZMB9c0uIuF09CRG13YnxpB4hP6_RXGQJKEosl1KpQsnY-4J5H_FofhLBh0yIEyzr7elgQA/s320/082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655863990254493170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFqiUBJWFyoYw7kIZPpO9D_LThN1qhGcYNDvjKrNaaxAcUtcI8xutm1d12eBdIMhZsQ9OU_NpTGEDARCR0-nYODQaNUIOf20EmUsk2WSq_Q0weJBqtORzBrw30Zh2iW2k56VyFBIHD0k/s1600/077.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFqiUBJWFyoYw7kIZPpO9D_LThN1qhGcYNDvjKrNaaxAcUtcI8xutm1d12eBdIMhZsQ9OU_NpTGEDARCR0-nYODQaNUIOf20EmUsk2WSq_Q0weJBqtORzBrw30Zh2iW2k56VyFBIHD0k/s320/077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655863988593333282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXp3LwY3BosTREf4Lm38P8KUNpePkTXURA0B9-TI9ttuAPELfbbdtzh9ZWWkGQTfGSxoGO2S7omnK0BlNCM-c8owVgFUB2d-EiCbPRbirHrGURYYnxWwFiavzw9kC7z2cpJbeKov-Jl4/s1600/059.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXp3LwY3BosTREf4Lm38P8KUNpePkTXURA0B9-TI9ttuAPELfbbdtzh9ZWWkGQTfGSxoGO2S7omnK0BlNCM-c8owVgFUB2d-EiCbPRbirHrGURYYnxWwFiavzw9kC7z2cpJbeKov-Jl4/s320/059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655863984087288658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfPCKC4SAlCeG3IyjMMZPeDU9wpMbIrHZcTnpvofCZXxQwfBzHsm6cDKz7lqLu_PD3RJwy99uVwk0ITBSgrkxqSEZ8mhPYXVKNS3Pvb9pN0qjci9W_u2qsbnOXWjYbhKuwqE5o5004fo/s1600/074.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfPCKC4SAlCeG3IyjMMZPeDU9wpMbIrHZcTnpvofCZXxQwfBzHsm6cDKz7lqLu_PD3RJwy99uVwk0ITBSgrkxqSEZ8mhPYXVKNS3Pvb9pN0qjci9W_u2qsbnOXWjYbhKuwqE5o5004fo/s320/074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655863977691219698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvClL2L2NszRjQ9wJral7pdT6zPC6Wbv2IWhN5FSmvkBg3LbkoRENxg6Z8nryA4QHQwNB99LFOeZT3FYPsFPDLua_5JC-Njd2HoBlSGXzXrlNWEidAjQgd_eM99OR76Bv1PtimQnSKdJU/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvClL2L2NszRjQ9wJral7pdT6zPC6Wbv2IWhN5FSmvkBg3LbkoRENxg6Z8nryA4QHQwNB99LFOeZT3FYPsFPDLua_5JC-Njd2HoBlSGXzXrlNWEidAjQgd_eM99OR76Bv1PtimQnSKdJU/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655863972947021506" /></a>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-46909519790975718362011-09-23T15:32:00.008+08:002011-09-23T17:17:37.418+08:00remote astro rosaklove means differently for different person. how you define love might not be the same as how aunty jual surat khabar dekat tepi lorong define it. but that doesn't mean aunty jual surat khabar tepi lorong punya love wasn't true.it is not the same, but that is how she define it, it is true to her. each of us has different kind of heart, rasa lain-lain. cara tunjuk sayang lain-lain, cara tunjuk ambil berat lain-lain. people have their own ways to express feelings. tapi apek jual kerepek depan flat sana perogol bersiriringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-31670041626135958282011-09-20T23:22:00.002+08:002011-09-20T23:29:19.849+08:00gvakaflakdj<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80lyxSA6wCb4JWDAPu26JpAiEkJsFy97LX3wBy1pMWH4llzrSw6tUJ3YygYBUMYAbn5yYYK2vyUz1Z4JMQRNOJ3Snoj6OirJe52JqJlE6-RyLTzSflt3dQ0Q6E1IooHIvBc9kp9pe54c/s1600/tumblr_lqll8lLnw71qc7qsro1_500.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80lyxSA6wCb4JWDAPu26JpAiEkJsFy97LX3wBy1pMWH4llzrSw6tUJ3YygYBUMYAbn5yYYK2vyUz1Z4JMQRNOJ3Snoj6OirJe52JqJlE6-RyLTzSflt3dQ0Q6E1IooHIvBc9kp9pe54c/s320/tumblr_lqll8lLnw71qc7qsro1_500.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654462702194951074" /></a><br /><br /><br />i miss simple things in liferingohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-7526733786781300612011-09-18T02:18:00.003+08:002011-09-18T02:20:20.285+08:00sakasekarang ini jam menunjukkan pukul 2.18 pagi,<br />aku tengah makan nasi tomato,<br />lauk daging kicap dengan ayam kari,<br />pinggan yang ketigaringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-77933207599950588302011-09-08T21:05:00.011+08:002011-09-08T23:01:26.879+08:00Angel<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GtgQvWK414U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br />Angel<br />I have a dream of you I can't defined<br />You've been on my mind<br />Don't go<br />I'll be lost without you by my side<br />Lost and on my own<br />Yeah I'm falling for an angel<br /><br />Angel<br />Your brightest star is shining next to mine<br />Every night and day<br />Do you know<br />Stars exploded then they fade away<br />Then they fade away<br />Yeah I'm falling for an angel<br />Yeah I'm falling for an angel<br /><br />Would you please be my baby<br />Come by and I lay you down<br />I'm loving when you say I love you too<br /><br />Won't you please be my honey<br />I'm sorry that I let you down<br />Your eyes are breaking my heart in two<br />Break my heart in two<br /><br />Angel<br />May the One above us keep you safe<br />For the rest of days<br />If He knows<br />How I love the smile all on your face<br />He guide you here to stay<br /><br />Yeah I'm falling for an angel<br />Yeah I'm falling for an angel<br /><br /><br />Yeah angel<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*when you're silent it speaks, when you speak it is silentringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-30459101069580663162011-09-02T10:19:00.002+08:002011-09-02T10:48:45.466+08:00stomp '11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujafFY1mv5kgWNtvrEyR9fUxytf7TxhRbAQ0VZfqGVjVYYguEOrIRgQkrRcLHKWpOKrna49E_EaeB4DZ-MTBguhd8qZOqxdpF-jAS53rcsS7INnTfQQZ92Zxp5q3kPY9wWudmo0iPZyg/s1600/Stomp_1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujafFY1mv5kgWNtvrEyR9fUxytf7TxhRbAQ0VZfqGVjVYYguEOrIRgQkrRcLHKWpOKrna49E_EaeB4DZ-MTBguhd8qZOqxdpF-jAS53rcsS7INnTfQQZ92Zxp5q3kPY9wWudmo0iPZyg/s320/Stomp_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647581502385234466" /></a>
<br />
<br />
<br />can't waitringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-85797739465006278632011-08-25T00:49:00.000+08:002011-08-25T00:50:19.774+08:00LOLPerempuan: "Awak tengok apa lagi? Dah azan tu."
<br />
<br />Lelaki: "Tengok muka awak. Kan sunat berbuka dengan yang manis-manis."ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-7712208496063147622011-08-23T14:24:00.013+08:002011-08-24T23:41:26.004+08:00lovers in Parisze beautiful sunset creeps behind Eiffel
<br />center of Les Lilas and Maison Blanche
<br />charming orange sky of Paris hums affection wordlessly
<br />romantic whispering of zephyr starts to flow slowly
<br />tickles every hearts in the city of love
<br />
<br />j'entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde
<br />
<br />center of Eiffel, there was you and I
<br />holding hands,
<br />palm to palm, chest to chest.
<br />softly our noses collide
<br />gazing at each other,
<br />smiling
<br />lookin inside ze chocolate rounded eyes makes me melt
<br />
<br />en dehors de tes yeux, il n'y a pas de jardins
<br />
<br />stealing kisses upon the fading shadows
<br />murmurs sweet promises that only heaven knows
<br />lost in the mist of love
<br />two lovers who fall in love in Paris
<br />
<br />on such a wonderful and tender orange evening, i just wanna say
<br />je t'aimerai toute ma vieringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-70434298847328630112011-08-22T14:47:00.010+08:002011-08-22T16:53:09.415+08:00Ahmad Nawab bin Syamsul Subkidin BakiAhmad Nawab sedang berkira-kira untuk meluahkan perasannnya terhadap makcik kantin sekolah depan rumahnya, Sherry. tak padan dengan makcik kantin, nama macam artis.
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. keropok ikan eh. saya paling suka keropok ikan. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak. selalunya hari isnin lah saya fikir pasal awak, hari selasa pun sama jugak. bila hari minggu banyak sikit dari hari rabu dengan khamis. hari jumaat saya pergi semayang jumaat. saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. terutamanya keropok ikan. awak suka saya?"</span>
<br />
<br />Ahmad Nawab type pada henfonnya. belum send lagi, Ahmad Nawab baca balik apa yang ditulisnya. takut2 kalau ada tersalah tulis ke kan. selepas baca, Ahmad Nawab membuat beberapa potongan kepada ayat yang tidak perlu ala2 editor di Random House agar luahan perasaaan ini kedengaran lebih padu di henfon milik Sherry
<br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh, sebenarnya saya ada benda nak cakap. tadi saya mimpi awak. sebenarnya dah banyak malam jugak saya mimpi awak. entah lah, kebelakangan ni saya selalu fikir pasal awak.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"</span>
<br />
<br />
<br />okay kali ini punya lebih mantap bilang Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. dah buang segala hari2 apa yang pukimak tidak perlu sebentar tadi. hal keropok ikan juga sudah dipendekkan. nak send ke nh. aish baca balik lah kata Ahmad Nawab dalam hati. Ahmad Nawab nh asek kata dalam hati je.
<br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. saya baru bangun nh.saya sebenarnya suka awak. awak cantik dan baik. awak goreng keropok sedap. awak suka saya?"</span>
<br />
<br />
<br />yang nh lebih kemas rasanya kata Ahmad Nawab bukan di dalam hati. tapi kenapa tiba2 lepas bangun tidur cakap saya suka awak pulak. macam tak kena je.takut niat tu tak sampai pulak, macam panjang sangat je. bila nak luah perasaan nh ayat kena pendek dan bermakna. dieditnya oleh Ahmad Nawab buat kali terakhir.
<br />
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Hi,Sherry. buat apa tu. goreng keropok ke. awak goreng keropok sedap la. saya suka makan keropok terutamanya keropok ikan"</span>
<br />
<br />
<br />message delivered.ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-50536809759833234292011-08-17T17:30:00.000+08:002011-08-17T17:33:03.405+08:00Cancer (20 June - 21 July)Remembering
<br />hanging, but stammering:
<br />This is the language of love.
<br />A pleasure,
<br />A treasure.
<br />A gift without measure.
<br />This is the beauty of love,
<br />Mystical
<br />Lyrical
<br />Always a miracle
<br />This is the wonder of love.
<br />More than a year has passed
<br />Since you and I
<br />Parted in grief and tears
<br />Today at last
<br />A letter came
<br />One tiny, narrow sheet.
<br />Tonight I’ve lit my lamp
<br />A hundred times
<br />To read its words of love.
<br />This is love; two souls
<br />That freely meet, and
<br />Have no need
<br />Of proving anything.
<br />
<br />-mom, 1975
<br />
<br />legen wait for it, daryringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-22225594683210232042011-07-24T09:54:00.002+08:002011-07-24T10:10:55.089+08:00selamat tinggal peneman tidur waktu muda-muda<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ygxQu08g2mg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />sedih dia lain macam :'(ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-72993230835129581992011-07-23T16:03:00.003+08:002011-07-23T16:37:35.302+08:00quick updateramadhan is approaching<br />thanks Allah for giving me a chance to come upon another ramadhan<br />alhamdulillah<br />i hope this ramadhan will be a meaningful one<br />i wish i could make masjid as a place where i hang out the most,<br />and make all amalan my bestfriends<br />just for this special month at least.<br />insyaAllah<br /><br />you know, a lot of people are lost.<br />wander without a reason.<br />they forget the main purpose in life<br />sometimes people need a reminder<br />hope this coming ramadhan will serve as a kick in the head to all people out there, including me.ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-90177066154589507182011-06-13T21:44:00.005+08:002011-06-26T16:39:25.954+08:002011 nba champion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrxq948ZB-gcSiWx-oIKChXOGphoPlPV0fH_zkx7HDhmKkV1X8ObolUGhLkzT7UgWhJEAxHz9Ubh_wdsgUxc-eL8T8q1V_HvY7Yliu2SqgOZHQYeVXGElxtyP69GbWSghoemHb96I2CXw/s1600/tumblr_lmpkzgM2lb1qdi785o1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrxq948ZB-gcSiWx-oIKChXOGphoPlPV0fH_zkx7HDhmKkV1X8ObolUGhLkzT7UgWhJEAxHz9Ubh_wdsgUxc-eL8T8q1V_HvY7Yliu2SqgOZHQYeVXGElxtyP69GbWSghoemHb96I2CXw/s320/tumblr_lmpkzgM2lb1qdi785o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617699995363263730" /></a><br />Dallas Mavericks<br /><br />hard work and determinationringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337294082754695288.post-13464989514886283942011-05-24T05:02:00.002+08:002011-05-24T05:08:13.192+08:00stop looking. start seeing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcV6JywP19_0dck2I425_uWUPQcGgf6_sbKz5HqPAgr8QiLKb7sA1mANanQjMRfkQFnMLYcd3zuGBW1ZSMLlnwC1iTI-R5uDhvcs7-iuDXq8S3ihhW1IXtw1of25TvMGzUkQPRr8om3vA/s1600/tumblr_l09t1yXBYY1qbwjnko1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcV6JywP19_0dck2I425_uWUPQcGgf6_sbKz5HqPAgr8QiLKb7sA1mANanQjMRfkQFnMLYcd3zuGBW1ZSMLlnwC1iTI-R5uDhvcs7-iuDXq8S3ihhW1IXtw1of25TvMGzUkQPRr8om3vA/s320/tumblr_l09t1yXBYY1qbwjnko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610019982332014594" /></a><br /><br />Paul: “I think technically ‘The Girl Of My Dreams’ would probably have like a really bodacious rack, you know, maybe different hair, she’d probably be a little more into sports, But truthfully, Robyn is better than the girl of my dreams. She’s real"ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395622617943492210noreply@blogger.com0