tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37707360816513672632024-02-08T09:23:22.194+08:00i am my own bossi'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-81275981464853993372012-03-29T16:12:00.001+08:002012-03-29T18:27:05.839+08:00My first entry in 2012I guess I need to keep myself busy writing a blog right? Whose bother reading blogs these day? No one. I can blog and tell stories as much as i want and complain like a boss. Besides, this is my blog. I'm the boss here!<br />
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Hah!i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-54622071776431175362011-10-05T15:32:00.001+08:002012-01-01T01:24:21.004+08:00im so patheticJust look at the date when was the last time I blogged. I bet nobody would bother themselves reading my blog right. Sokay. It doesnt bother me much either. <br />
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There so many going on with my life lately. I dont have much privacy to keep on blogging. Im at the library now and feel annoyed of how a sound of a girl munching a rice crackers who she sit near my seat. Im at the library since 9.30 am until now. But just then i started to do notes on physical & material strength which is entirely about psychics, i found myself so sleepy but i forced myself to write this because this is the only time i got. Btw, this laptop is not mine & the owner had some errand to do somewhere else.<br />
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But insyaallah i'll make an effort to blog and tell the stories of mine sooner. Take care!i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-74343664689982416182011-07-06T13:00:00.002+08:002012-01-01T01:49:15.437+08:00Mumbling to myself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR2__CIPEBkN2NMqrE6egqdc-7UugF-NiIacTnGkTQrR94X6pPq" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR2__CIPEBkN2NMqrE6egqdc-7UugF-NiIacTnGkTQrR94X6pPq" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span>Despite of my mobile phone is back to normal since yesterday & I had decided the date for my return plane ticket to shah alam for that camping thing, I can’t help myself from worrying about certain things. Yeah, it’s 3.22 o’clock in the morning of Saturday. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"></span> I watched again Juno last night. I was impressed about how much Juno takes problems upon her so calmly with highly spirit. I should too perhaps. Maybe I’m worry about my exam results due next week. I hope I done good. My friend, Afiq already had dismissal this semester. Without telling I already know the reason. He failed the subject 3 times. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
Must be pretty hard my life goes without him during my next semester. Maybe because I like to enslave him to do things although I can do on my own. I’m kinda mean right? But don’t judge, he is meaner than me. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"></span> And I’m worried about my life & what I’m going to do with it. People around me had lived their life with job already. But I’m still struggling myself with studies. My mom even stressed me out by telling me how much she can’t wait to see me graduate & how much she regretted with her decision letting me continuing my degree if this is the time that I have to take. Understand what I mean? If she really felt that way, she shouldn’t let me at the first place. So why quit now? When I’m half-way already. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 24px; line-height: 27px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 24px; line-height: 27px;"></span> Lastly, I hope Ameer can buy me the ticket A.S.A.P. because I don’t want to score a highly-priced ticket like last time. So not worth it like last time, I bought a plane ticket by FireFly and I even paid for the luggage for RM45 not including my ticket was RM190+ plus I don’t have any meal on that plane plus the plane was so bumpy in the sky I even think that I might die young. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">SO NOT WORTH IT. </span></div></div>i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-11523288608547095962011-05-16T19:17:00.001+08:002011-05-16T19:21:41.953+08:00kenapa mesti malu kalau kantoi?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHOw0WfgdsHpOgpO8VgLUgYcoouXvL5pd53P_HdQXfss0VVaxaB7fBeLkrBVHogr1nHiMUQtu5uAqSc4hlOVj67OYrf-mFLcEY7K4W24mesJqwcIvPh8qSf6USTXHJTUCXgMsTJS-Dd4/s640/busted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHOw0WfgdsHpOgpO8VgLUgYcoouXvL5pd53P_HdQXfss0VVaxaB7fBeLkrBVHogr1nHiMUQtu5uAqSc4hlOVj67OYrf-mFLcEY7K4W24mesJqwcIvPh8qSf6USTXHJTUCXgMsTJS-Dd4/s400/busted.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Mind if i say something?<br />
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Baru-baru ni ada kes student tangkap khalwat kat dalam library. I mean its not a typical khalwat but more to maksiat I guess. From my resource whom at the library during the time, the couple were caught while doing 'that' at hidden section at the second floor of the library.Where most of the students unaware of that hidden location. Me, i just noticed after the incident & after seeing those place, i couldnt agree more that its the most strategic place for student to have some romance. How gross is that? Get a room la guys.<br />
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I heard that, the incident happened on Saturday where most of the students were not at the library during the time & perhaps the couple take advantage of this. I can say that the place looks gloomy, hidden & of course with air-conditioning. How did the authority knew about this? Of course la by using their surveillance camera, CCTV. Stupid enough kan that couple? The grossest part is where the guy already bottomless when they were caught. Means that, the guy already put off his trousers. Erkkkk...<br />
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My resource said that the girl even cried & covered her face while brought away by the authority. The guy? I dunno whats the story. <br />
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My advice?<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Tips:</span> Next time when you are caught doing it at some public area or some cheap budget hotel, please make a proud face. Be proud. Walk with pride. Put on a smile is even better. Because it's not logic to be ashamed of it after doing that. Because if you ashamed before doing that, you'll not involved with this. Also means that, you are not ashamed doing it means you just being brave. You should be proud while before & after doing that. Have to be constant. To show you as the example to the others & no one can beat you like what you did.<br />
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Okay? Walk with pride & smile.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tell you what...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">its a <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">TRUE</span> story</div>i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-36425661950672301162011-03-24T13:46:00.001+08:002011-03-24T13:49:05.819+08:00a promise that a friend want me to<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.toonpool.com/user/9653/files/best_friend_1136285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="http://www.toonpool.com/user/9653/files/best_friend_1136285.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">1. I'll struggle for my <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">first</span> semester.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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2. I'll try to perform my <span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">prayer</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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3. I'll find a lot of <span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">friends</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. I'll be <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">success</span> no matter what happen.<br />
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2 hari lepas <span style="font-size: large;">kawan</span> perempuan saya <span style="font-size: x-large;">cubit</span> saya sebab saya usik dia. Dia cubit saya<b> kaw-kaw</b> punya. Nanti kalau saya <span style="font-size: x-small;">balas</span>, orang cakap saya <span style="font-size: x-large;">dayus</span>. <span style="font-size: large;">Sakit</span> sangat. Saya sudah cakap kulit saya <span style="font-size: x-large;">nipis <span style="font-size: xx-small;">hade kew?</span></span> hahaha.. senang <span style="font-size: large;">lebam</span>. Terus jadi camnie.<br />
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#1. <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">We are not bestfriend</span> if you cannot accept the way I am which I have to be myself.<br />
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#2. <span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">We are not bestfriend</span> if you keep complaining kind of T-shirt i wear. Doesnt matter if it has a strange looking cartoon or weird design on it.<br />
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#3. <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: yellow;">We are not bestfriend</span></span> if you keep rattling about kind of jeans I wear. Doesnt matter if the jeans has a self-made hole at the knee or it was faded or the jeans are in other color than dark blue.<br />
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#4. <span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">We are not bestfriend</span> if you annoyed about how hideous my hair style it or how messy it is.<br />
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#5. <span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">We are not bestfriend</span> if you ignored me, went out with your friends almost everyday until late where its only time you feel enjoyed & happy but when you feel bored of them or you feel alone or be at the end of the day, then you remembered me.<br />
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#6. <span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">We are not bestfriend</span> if we have a small fight, & we need some space for each other, your friends/supporter/bodyguards investigate me & gave me a look like I'm sorta top criminal that need to be vanguished.<br />
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#7. <span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">We are not bestfriend</span> if you think that you think logically & relevantly all the time but you are not actually.<br />
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#8. <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">We are not bestfriend</span></span> if you missed someone but you strongly & confidently disagree about what I'm saying but it so OBVIOUS written on your face. Still you denied it.<br />
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#9. <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">We are not bestfriend</span> if you still go out with me with a sour face because you missed that person after he left but to my surprise you still denied it. I'm suggesting that we shouldnt go out because you're not that happy compared to when going out with that person or your friends, you're enjoy yourself to the fullest.<br />
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#10. <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: orange;">We are not bestfriend</span> </span>if you keep comparing me with your popular, manly, stylish, social friends because I'm just being me.<br />
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#11. <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: yellow;">We are not bestfriend</span></span> if you want your friends being so perfect, you should'nt befriend me. You should know that.i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-22896769206861591012011-01-05T01:14:00.000+08:002011-01-05T01:14:49.305+08:00hari pertama full g klaz sebab semalam dah tuang klaz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTFiux8U8biLhrmg5w-MUvjl8jT-4oEyDEASe9sANjlhTbI2e6f8w" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTFiux8U8biLhrmg5w-MUvjl8jT-4oEyDEASe9sANjlhTbI2e6f8w" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Aku takleh tido malam nie dowh. Kalo aku risau, aku mesti kemas bilik. Buat2 busy. Buang sampah malam2 bute. Ko ade? Takde kan. Risaukan skuter aku macam hilang je. Takde plak kat depan umah aku. Petang tadi aku parking kat depan kedai moto sebab nak kasi cas bateri die. Tapi macam customer maha banyak so, aku biarkan la dulu. Lagipun ade moto blok skuter aku. Then petang pon cine tu ckp esok je cas bateri sebab dah tak sempat. Kedai dah nak tutup<br />
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Then, aku blk umah la. Malam tu aku kuar kjp. Bila blk check skuter dah takde. Kene curik ke or kene alih? Aku dah tawaf pusing keliling takde pon. Kene curik ke? Tapi restoran khalifah 24 jam kat sebelah tu, salu ramai org. Sempat ke nak curik? Ntah. Misteri tol. So camne? Kalo takde rezeki nak wat camner kan. Beli baru ke? OMG! Pakai bas ke pg uitm? Adoi la. Jalan kali? Slim la kaki beta. Kaki je slim. Atas boyot.<br />
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Hari nie ari 1st g fakulti dah kene tegur. Aku pakai baju kemeja, suar slack, jaket. Then mase nek lif, sorg lecturer badan2 besar nie tego aku, <i style="color: yellow;">where is your tie. You suppose to where your tie on Monday</i><span style="color: yellow;">.</span> Kerek je. Aku cakap la, <i style="color: lime;">yeah i noe that. I just came & in hurry. Its in my bag actually. Later i'll wear it.</i> Die cakap ape, <i style="color: red;">you shudnt put your tie in your BLOODY bag.</i> Mak ai.. rude nye. Bloody lak. Tau la encek pakai Britain nye English, cakap melayu sudah. Pe lagi die membebel mase kuar dari lif. Huhuhu~<br />
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Aku dah berazam dengan diri aku sendiri yang aku akan merajinkan diri untuk tulis blog. Walaupon penulisan ntah pape. *sape suh bace* LOL. Tapi takpe la kan. BM saye A2 je. Habis kene marah cekgu BM. Ape lak. A2 pon ok pew. Kendian, aku nak tulis dalam BM je la. Kalo dalam tulis dalam English, nanti orang cakap martabatkan bahasa melayu lak. Baek lah. Hamba penurut perintah. <br />
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Bukan terer sangat pon English, pandai sikit2 pon sebab kawan2 aku banyak non-muslim. Diorang banyak cakap English, aku dengar la. Kendian, mak aku salu ajar aku English. Ajar grammar camtu mase aku skolah rendah. Aku salu jugak dengar lagu, citer diorg. Tapi cerekarama tetap di hati occay! Aku dan kawan aku salu buat ulasan lepas tengok cerekarama. Lawak kan.<br />
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Mase beli woofer kat Low Yat aritu, ktorg deal la dengan salesman cine nie. Kawan aku tanye nape aku tak cakap English sedangkan English aku power. *power ke? Wekkk* Sebab aku suke dengar bangsa lain cakap melayu. Lagipun cine tu dulu cakap melayu, so nape tak teruskan je kan. Boleh diterima ke alasan tu? Haha.. Cakap English pon bile penting je, macam g interview ke, takpon kalo orang tu tak paham base Melayu. Leh la show off. *pitam*<br />
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Arini kan, Ameer my bestfren datang umah aku. Die antar baju2 aku tertinggal kat umah die sebab aku nak pakai pergi kelas isnin nie. Then ktorg makan la ayam penyet tak jauh dari pusat komersial seksyen 7 shah alam nie. *Amboi.. panjangnye nyee..hahaha*. Mebi pekerja die sikit kot. Macam lambat sikit nak ambik order. Ade orang kat belakang aku, diorg baru datang. Lepas makanan ktorg sampai, borak2 la sambil makan.<br />
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Then, orang belakang aku angkat dari kerusi terus blah camtu. Rupanya Ameer cakap, order diorg lambat sampai. Air je sampai dulu. Aku pon rase da lame diorg tunggu sebab ktorg berloyer buruk lame gak. Heran waiter kat kedai tu. Diorang cakap la same sendiri yg customer dah lari. Lepas tu ade yang pergi jenguk2 mane tau diorg ade lagi. Tapi memang dah takde pon. Jangan haraplah. Ameer cakap memang biase org wat camtu kalo order sangat lambat sampai tapi aku tak sampai hati lak. Kalo aku, aku bayar je minuman tu. Kang haram lak dalam badan kan.<br />
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Kendian, aku pon balik rumah. Member aku pon balik jgk lepas shopping dengan awek die. Malam nie nak wat ape ea? Leh la g jalan2 dengan keta sebab member yang lagi sorang suh aku pegang keta die lepas die suh aku antar die g KTM Padang Jawa. Adakah ke Jusco Bukit Raja malam ini atau sekadar uptown jer?i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-26318035492523165182011-01-01T00:53:00.002+08:002011-01-01T01:00:12.886+08:00ini bukan post berunsur kenegerian ok!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQzY3RX9KvOudb7IcZqLg1GsW73FGFyn3dOUXciEd6dLLdMrS3j5mCtNQ6ADppSDWGjkduE42M042xDL0wmBgnOi0eQMGi2DaytUhHuHRAqPjdCRfU5_MKe1t1fH0M7V0RkUmvS4oiq8/s1600/Picture0160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQzY3RX9KvOudb7IcZqLg1GsW73FGFyn3dOUXciEd6dLLdMrS3j5mCtNQ6ADppSDWGjkduE42M042xDL0wmBgnOi0eQMGi2DaytUhHuHRAqPjdCRfU5_MKe1t1fH0M7V0RkUmvS4oiq8/s400/Picture0160.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> <br />
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Malaysia kan menang Piala Suzuki aritu. Aku pon ade tengok gak kat TV1. Punye la semangat sampai terjerit2 macam orang gile. Blom pernah agi semangat sungguh2 camnie. Ko ade? Haha.. Mase tu aku dah lame dah kat Shah Alam. Kawan2 aku blom balik lagi. Cuti sem katekan. Aku balik awal pon sebab dah janji dengan budak umah aku, aku nak pindah umah sebelum ujung bulan 12. Ade budak lain nak masuk so, aku kene la bawak kuar barang2 aku. Skang dah kat rumah sewa baru dah.<br />
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Eh, apsal tetibe cite hal pindah? Bukan la bai. Nie nak habaq sal Piala Suzuki aritu. Tak kisah la nak nama Harimau Malaya ke Harimau Malaysia ke. Nanti kalo tarok Harimau Malaysia, orang komplen mase kalah dulu takde lak sibok2 nak letak Malaysia. Kalo tak letak, negeri lain terasa lak sebab nama Malaya. Ahhh.. aku tak kisah la. Asalkan menang sudah. Buat ape nak susah2 kan pale hotak nak argue tang tu tang ni. Then, aku mesej la kawan aku, orang ____ (die still bercuti kat umah) pasal Malaysia menang..<br />
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<div style="color: red;">Aku: Malaysia menang weh! Haha...</div><br />
<div style="color: lime;">Dia: Eh, ko pun hepy gak? Ko kan orang Sarawak. Haha...</div><br />
<div style="color: red;">Aku: So? Hade aku kesah?</div><br />
<div style="color: lime;">Dia: Haha.. Marah lak. Gurau pun takleh. Ingat aku racist ke.. K la. Jumpa ahad nanti.</div><br />
<div style="color: red;">Aku: Ah. Sudah la ko.</div><br />
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Sebenarnya aku dah bosan dengar lawak sinis camtu. Kalo sekali dua takpe jgk. Nie dah salu, bosan gak dengar. Pasal isu negeri nie aku salu dah dengar bende2 camnie sejak blaja kat Shah Alam. Budak nie cakap aku makan ulat mulong la. Cakap aku bukan melayu la. Ape ko ingat kat Sarawak takde orang melayu ke. Orang melayu populasi terbesar di bandaraya Kuching okay. Lepas tu, aku tak makan ulat mulong. Lebih kurang macam ko la. Suku kaum lain aku tak tau la. Kalo ade pon tu memang dah tradisi diorang. Who are we to argue?<br />
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Pernah sekali aku gaduh dengan budak nie. Tak habis2 je dengan pandangan sempit die. Ko pergi la dulu tempat orang tengok camner. Mesti ko tak caye. Lebih maju dari ape yang ko tau. Aku salu dengar bende2 stereotype macam orang Sarawak pergi mane2 naik sampan, takpon dudok atas pokok. Klakar la. Tak pernah wujud pon camtu. Pergi la tanye sape2 yg pernah pergi Sarawak. Yang ko tengok dalam TV tu kat pedalaman, sebab nak tunjuk kan budaya kat Sarawak baru tunjukkan benda camtu. Sebenarnya sume dah moden. Setahu aku kebanyakan rumah panjang dah jadi rumah batu. Ala2 rumah teres camtu. Siap ade Astro internet lagi. Macam typical house jgk.<br />
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Lepas tu cakap aku pelik tak makan sangat makanan kat kedai mamak. Makan pedas pun tak brape. Tapi ulat mulong makan lak. Adui. Punya la sakit hati aku dengar. Macam la ko tu bagus sangat. Dah ktorang memang tak brape nak makan makanan mamak sebab India atau India campuran bukan nye banyak pun kat Sarawak. So, camne ko bleh expect ktorg gemarkan makanan camtu. Sebenarnye banyak agi die cakap melalut ape ntah. Aku buat2 malas nak layan. Sakit jiwa aku nanti. LOL! By the way, hepi new year guys! (tetibe lak.. haha)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;">Hepi Nu Year 2011!</span></div>i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-7671786384973619772010-12-31T23:58:00.000+08:002010-12-31T23:58:34.882+08:00seLamaT taHUN baRu 2011<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;">Have</span> <span style="color: orange;">a</span> <span style="color: yellow;">great</span> <span style="color: lime;">year</span> <span style="color: cyan;">ahead!</span></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: magenta;">May</span> <span style="color: red;">god</span> <span style="color: orange;">bless</span> <span style="color: yellow;">all</span> <span style="color: lime;">of</span> <span style="color: cyan;">you.</span></span></div>i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-64016092889727904822010-12-25T02:20:00.005+08:002010-12-25T10:37:07.113+08:00jika kawan saya seorang lelaki menyukai saya, apa patut saya buat?<div style="color: yellow;">*karangan ini hendaklah tidak melebihi dari 180 patah perkataan dan ditulis dalam Bahasa Melayu baku*</div><br />
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Saya ada seorang kawan bernama Ali. Dia sebaya umur saya dan kami sama-sama belajar kursus yang sama. Saya mengenali dia baru setahun yang lalu dan saya dapati dia seorang yang kurang bersosial seperti remaja yang lain. Hati kecil saya berkata, baguslah begitu kerana tidak seperti remaja lain yang sangat bangga menjalani kehidupan yang sosial.<br />
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Dia sudah mempunyai teman wanita tetapi bukan ditempat kami belajar. Teman wanitanya nun jauh di pantai timur. Saya tidak peduli sangat kerana itu adalah hal dia. Dia selalu tolong saya jika saya memerlukan bantuan dari segi pengangkutan. Semasa saya tidak dapat masuk rumah sewa saya kerana berkunci, dia yang menolong saya menghantar saya ke asrama kawan saya pada tengah-tengah malam. Kalau tidak tentu saya sudah tidur diluar. Tapi sekarang saya sudah ada skuter sendiri.<br />
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Tetapi keperihatinan dia menakutkan saya. Dia selalu cakap dia bangga berkawan dengan orang Sarawak sebab orang Sarawak lain daripada yang lain kerana dia juga berkawan dengan kawan-kawan perempuan saya. Dia cakap orang Sarawak cantik-cantik, putih-putih & gebu-gebu. Saya kurang pasti pendapat dia kerana saya rasa biasa saja. Barangkali mungkin.<br />
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Saya selalu suruh dia menghantar saya ke rumah kawan-kawan saya walaupun saya ada skuter sendiri tapi berasa malas pula mahu bawa skuter. Tidak pernah dia merungut. Selalu jugak itu. Saya rasa macam memperalatkan dia pula. Lepas lepak dengan kawan-kawan, saya suruh pula dia ambil saya. Kadang-kadang sampai pukul 1 hingga 2 pagi sanggup dia ambil saya. Lagipun malam dia lewat tidur. Kadang2 subuh baru tidur.<br />
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Kalau pergi makan, mesti ajak saya makan. Kadang-kadang jika saya keluar dengan kawan-kawan, dia sanggup tunggu sampai lewat malam. Kemudian pergi ke restoran 24 jam seperti KFC atau McD atau kedai mamak 24 jam. Kalau saya kadang-kadang memasak dirumah, dia selalu cakap untung orang dapat saya. Saya berasa pelik. Tapi saya malas nak fikir. Kadang-kadang, saya malas nak layan dia sebab kadang-kadang dia cerewet. Kami tidak bertegur sapa selama beberapa hari. Kemudian dia beritahu kawan saya, nak pujuk saya sambil membawa bunga. Hati kecil saya berkata, gila apa.(betul kah ayat itu?)<br />
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Selepas kami berbaik, saya pun sengaja bertanya soalan kepada dia sekadar untuk menguji. Saya tanya dia sayang saya atau tidak. Mula-mula dia tidak mahu jawab. Kemudian dia cakap dia sayang. Dia suruh saya tanya kawan saya berapa kali dia tanya tentang hal saya. Kemudian, saya ajak dia pergi Uptown. Dia cakap sebab nak keluar dengan saya, dia tidak pedulikan mesej teman wanita dia beri berkali-kali. Setelah balik dari tempat itu baru dia bermesej. Kami ada membeli T-Shirt <i>infection</i> di times square tapi berlainan corak. Sangat cantik rekaan <i>infection</i>. Saya nampak dia teruja. Saya menguji dia dengan bertanya supaya lain kali membeli couple T-Shirt. Dia cakap dia setuju. Tapi saya bukan serius pun mahu. Bergurau saja.<br />
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Saya ada seorang kawan perempuan teman tapi mesra nama dia Aminah. Saya selalu keluar dengan Aminah dan rapat dengannya. Pada suatu hari, saya dan Ali berlepak bersama-sama di rumah saya, kemudian Aminah mesej saya ajak keluar. Saya pun beritahu Ali saya nak keluar. Kemudian saya ke bilik untuk menukar baju. Ali datang ke pintu bilik saya dan bertanya, adakah saya betul-betul mencintai Aminah. Saya rasa soalan itu pelik. Saya pun cakap saya malas nak jawab sebab soalan itu tidak perlu untuk dijawab.<br />
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Saya ada mengajak Ali menghantar saya ke rumah kawan saya sebab saya hendak mengambil software dari kawan saya itu. Saya suruh Ali masuk ke dalam kawasan flat tapi dia tidak mahu sebab takut tidak lepas pengawal keselamatan. Saya tahu dia cerewet, jadi saya pun masuk lah berjumpa kawan saya. Pindah software mengambil masa juga. Setelah selesai, Ali tanya saya kenapa saya lambat sangat dan bertanya lagi saya berjumpa dengan siapa dan apa yang saya buat di sana. Sudah semestinya saya malas nak bersoal jawab dengan Ali sebab saya rasa soalan dia merepek macam kerepek.<br />
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Sudah seratus lapan puluh perkataan ke belum yer? Kurang pasti jugak. Begitulah cerita kawan saya. Saya harap dia tiada perasaan terhadap saya. Jika ada, saya akan berasa kekok. Sekian terima kasih. Wabilahitaufik walhidayah, assalamualaikum warahmatullahitaala wabarakatuh.<br />
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It's been ages i didn't updated my blog (i guess). Just because of my daily life is so boring lately. But there's a story i'm going to share. Thus i'm a storyteller when it comes to writing. LOL. It's about a love story of 2 pure-hearted lovebirds that hardly united just because of some sad pathetic reasons. And this is a true story of a friend of mine. <br />
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There is a cute, fair skin & long hair women called Jesse. She is a non-muslim from Sarawak who studying in Shah Alam. She's known as a talkative, kindhearted, easygoing, a little tomboyish girl among of her friends. Which is why she have a lot of friends & people feel so comfortable around her. When its comes to a relationship (from her previous one), i trust that she is different from other girls. She's not a fussy one as well do not like to force anybody.<br />
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And there is a muslim man named Shah from Kuantan which resembled <i>Mat Rempit</i>, tall, dark skin, messy hair, ignorance, seems cannot be trusted-kind-of-person, always over the border, not appreciate people enough & likes to fool people around & messing with their feeling, rarely say thank you & couldn't care enough for anyone. But still he has good qualities. But when it comes to having a conversation, he always talk nicely. Likes to joke which is why people cannot take him seriously. Still have a nice heart & definitely a family man.<br />
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Basically there were 4 people including Shah in a group plus Jesse. Obviously Jesse likes to help this lazy group of men. Sorry guys. LOL. For a certain reasons, 3 of Shah's friends splited their own way & left Shah with Jesse alone. Because of they always spend times together, some kind of funny feeling between them blossomed.<br />
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Shah always needed Jesse to help him for every assignment in his life. From waking him up for class until helping him to finish up his assignments (btw they're in the same course). For the record, although Jesse is so exhausted like hell helping this guy, she still doing so but having a sigh at the same time. Jesse always complaining to me that, Shah always mad at him when she called him to wake him up for class. But, he asked Jesse to do so the night before.<br />
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Shah always mentioned that he's not looking Jesse as a girl because she always hang out with guys. Sometimes it hurt Jesse so bad but she just keep it to herself. Shah even talked roughly like sometimes rising his voice when Jesse interrupting him. Jesse had told me that she even cried when he did that but not in the present of Shah definitely.<br />
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But yes, there are some good qualities of this guy despite of his annoying & childish attitude (according to Jesse). He always accompanied Jesse wherever Jesse go although he has a lot of guy friends. He will contribute his 100% of dedication when doing assignments with Jesse. Both of them will meet up at some place (mostly at KFC) & discussing until late at night. Shah also not hesitated to help Jesse for whatever she requested. He even give Jesse some gift ( 3 kind of gift and one of them a sweater & she refuse it).<br />
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Is that a clue of something going on between them? Like a puzzle needed to be completed? Ha!<br />
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If i said i'm not a religous kind of person despite of my islamic name, shud i be proud of person I am? Certainly not. But that doesn't mean that I'm not looking for the right path of my life. Doesn't mean that I show disrespect towards people who practicing it. Doesn't mean that I give them a 'look' when i see them anywhere. I still respect my religious but i need some time to find the right path of my life. <br />
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When azan is performed, I'll stop talking & laughing. I even lower the volume of the television. During <i>ceramah agama</i> in television, I still listen & watch the program. I didn't dissed the show. During, my islamic class, i sit in front & listen carefully because only that specific time I can gain my knowledge about Islam. I still greet my friends "Assalamualaikum" & " Waalaikummusalam". I even interested to listen when my friend talk about knowledge of Islam that I seldom heard of.<br />
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People cannot blame me for lack of Islamic Knowledge but that doesn't mean I'm not searching for it. You cannot judge me before you know me well.. Look at my background. My parents do not bother forcing me to perform 5 times prayer. My mother & my sister even do not wear tudung. My dad only do Maghrib & Isya' prayer at the mosque just because he is a AJK of the resident's mosque. My parents do not scold my sister & I when we colored our hair or when I wear silver necklace or when I wear earrings. Furthermore, my friends are mostly non-muslim, they respect me & I respect them too. Moreover my friends like to socialize. But that doesn't mean that I'm so proud of doing all of those things. If you think so, you're so wrong.<br />
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My sister give me a smirk when she see me taking wudu' to perform my prayer. She even say," Since when you repent? " Those words lowered my confidence & fire immediately. Some of my friend also make fun of my mistakes in life. Like selling those story to other people so that i'll look bad. I'm not proud of doing that thing, I still fell ashamed when they talked about it. I'm not like the other kid, who think they so modern in these urban world which they have to fit in with all the global culture. I'm not like those spoil rich kid that have all these sport cars, social life, love clubbing, do drugs,drink the devil's drink & do random sex & proud of their social life. I'm not like THAT majority. <br />
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Now, I'm searching for the right path of my life. But its a gradually process. I still searching for the right friends who can give me a guidance towards these new life but not the one who take advantage on me. Because I so fragile & vulnerable from the inside. If someone take advantage on me & hold my hand to the darkside, i cannot do anything because i'm lost & clueless. ( I had write about this on previous post aite? Ahax)<br />
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Nak cakap, sori la kepada kawan2 blogger lame tak update sejak dari raya aritu. Takde idea lagi. Huhuhu... camne ek? Fening kepala haku takde idea neh. Ermmm... kepada blogger yg singgah kat blog nie, yg komen kat chatbox, thanx la ye. Nanti saye follow korang. Don't worry. <br />
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Speaking of ego, there's a lot of to talk about because recently I'm suffered from this sickness. Not me but from someone else and someone else too. Because of ego, i feel very annoyed. My inner-self told me that ego is not that important at during some part of our life where sometimes we have to lower it down to make a win2 situation. Its not a matter of who-will-asked-who-first, or who-will-talked-to-who-first. I'm saying this because i'm just too tired to go through this environment that full of egoist people.<br />
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I put my ego during a certain little preferable time, not like some people that i knew. For example, during a particular scene, i noticed "x" walked pass behind me but he just do nothing. I rather bet a million ringgit if he didnt notice my back & my skuter. No "hi". Because his ego is too high too say "hi" to me. Its a matter of who-say-"hi"-to-who-first. If i'm the one first, his ego will rising up & he will feel noble but if he did first, its likewise.<br />
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Also when buzzing people on yahoo mesengger(ym), a person who buzzed-someone-else means that he needed to talk or chat with the person he buzzed. As a result, the person who he buzzing to, will feel proud, more dignity & have a high self-esteem just because of a matter of who-buzzed-who.<br />
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Then, a matter of who-texted-who, or who-called-who-first will make the other person who received the text or the call will be so arrogant or boastful after they fight at some particular time. That is ego. When he did not texted back or called back, its just feel enough for him because the other person had just texted him or called him. He might thinks that the person might be do the actions again at some time.<br />
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Sebelum pose tu kan, kakak aku & kak sedara aku datang Key ell cuti2 malaysia. Lagipun diorg nak shopping, so aku n kazen aku yg study kat uitm shah alam tu dtg jgk la jenguk diorg. Saje2 nak mencukupkan korum. Penat wooo.. 3 hari berjalan non-stop, dah la aku tyme tu demam. Tak best jalan kalo demam. Huhuhu.. ktkorg dok kat hotel area jalan tar depan semua house tu. Nak soping g je kat bawah tu. haha...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">p/s: Nanti kite g ramai2 nak? Hehehe.. jom cuti malaysia.. wakaka~</div>i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-85375054195180767182010-08-13T15:41:00.003+08:002010-08-13T15:53:35.041+08:00things that I don't understand myself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.noupe.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/why.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://www.noupe.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/why.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">#1.</span> When a friend asked me to lend him some money, I just gave to him without questioning because I knew that he has his own reasons <span style="font-size: large;">BUT</span> why when I need help, he questioning me & judge me?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">#2.</span> When a friend asked me to accompany him to eat something anywhere just because he was hungry at the middle of the night, I just agree & forced myself although I'm kinda sleepy at that time <span style="font-size: large;">BUT</span> why when I asked him to do the same thing, he has a lot of excuses?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">#3.</span> When a friend asked me a questions or talking to me when I have a lot of things to do, I still chatting with him <span style="font-size: large;">BUT </span>why when I asked him a question or just wanna talk, when he was busy or online-ing, he totally ignored me?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">#4.</span> When a friend post something inappropriate about me in Facebook for the whole world to know & put some kind of bad adjectives/titles to me without knowing me more further (judge me!), I'm still okay with that <span style="font-size: large;">BUT</span> why I cannot post something like that which is i do not have that gut like everybody else?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">p/s: Maybe I'm the problem itself.. yikes!</div>i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-9892444427439090302010-08-10T16:45:00.001+08:002010-08-10T16:50:21.131+08:00salam ramadhan kali ke-3 sebagai bloggerTak sangke ye neh dah kali ke-3 aku wat post pasal ramadhan sebagai seorang blogger. Pada 1hb 9 2008 aku wat post niat2 pose & aku still pakai post yg sama utk next ramadhan 2009. Dan taun neh aku pakai balik la.. copy & paste je..<br />
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sempena bulan ramadhan neh aku nak mengucapkan salam ramadhan kat sume blogger as well as family & friends. Kali neh berbeza sebab aku berpuasa di perantauan. Pasti berbeza & i miss home.<br />
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Okeh.. ape2 pon jgn lupa baca niat pose ekk.. haaaa.. oso jgn lupa pg tarawikh...<br />
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I'm so grateful becos of ramadhan has come again.... my heart feel very warm although my problems dat i have never being away..anyway...this is my gift to you... <br />
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" Yang bermaksud, Ya Allah keranaMu aku berpuasa, dengan Mu aku beriman, kepadaMu aku berserah dan dengan rezekiMu aku berbuka (puasa), dengan rahmat MU, Ya Allah Tuhan Maha Pengasih "</div><div><br />
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Tu jeee... selamat berpuasa!!! </div>i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3770736081651367263.post-47660353857261919622010-08-02T17:30:00.001+08:002010-08-02T17:31:11.762+08:00Makceh beri award.. len kali beri la agi keyh~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Yayyyy... pes tyme dapat award camneh.. betol wa tak tipu lu. Makceh ye kat <a href="http://sitifatimahdivalasangat.blogspot.com/">Miss Diva</a> neh. Secara official nya, Miss Diva la pemberi award yg pertama kepada aku. Sakai wooooooo.. LOL. Makceh jugak kepada sape2 yg ske membaca blog aku yang remeh-temeh nie. Aku cuba menvariasinya lagi keyh. Okeyh3!!<br />
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p/s: Nak tanye.. sape yg buat award neh? Bleh ke bagi sekati2 kt org ea? Kalo buat sendiri design die leh tak? Ahaha~ <br />
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Its because im not kinda a romantic guy although im a well-mannered person aka <span style="font-size: large;">good boy</span>. Girls should adore me for that because not-romantic <span style="font-size: large;">attitude</span> will shows that I'm a cool person but thats <span style="font-size: large;">stereotype</span> & i <span style="font-size: large;">hate</span> it.<br />
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He has a straight face, fierce one, skinny abdomen, tall & typical guy today. But to my suprise, his ringtone was "<b>Rah-Rah-Ah-Ah-Ah. Roma-Roma-Ma. Gaga-Oh-Lala. Want your bad Romance~</b>". What the hell is that?? LOL! That sounds GAY! Im not even put any Lady Gaga's song as my ringtone. Hah! Thats what you called an ideal one? Bitch! Move on Byotch! LOL!~i'm_siCK_n_tiReDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15394797012605190639noreply@blogger.com2