tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78604978145424231442024-03-14T07:17:56.755-07:00Hyper, Dramatic & AnimatedHyper Syazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17054153102145644509noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5102188320814832202017-04-08T08:34:00.001-07:002017-04-08T08:34:16.374-07:00The HurricaneI don't want to be like the past me.<br />The past me that let her disappointment in others get the best of her.<br />The past me that gets upset because he didn't give her the attention that she craved.<br />The past me that will then start ranting and posting stuff on social media.<br />
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I hated when I do that and if I do want to rant, I'll always limit it to 2-3 posts only.<br />
But sometimes I just lose control and this pulsing pain in my chest just wanted to pour out.<br />
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It's like a really bad hurricane and you just have to let it pass and anticipate the damage it'll cause afterward.<br /><br />But after the hurricane has left, the sky would be clear and bright and you just gotta move on, I guess....<br />
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Am I making any sense??Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-8058665458964731002013-11-28T08:35:00.001-08:002013-11-28T08:35:34.062-08:00A new startI read my own blog a few weeks ago. I read all the posts from years back... If I want to start blogging again, I need to start it fresh. A new blog to be exact.<br />
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Just some things I made.<br />
The red part in the second picture was a CLOTH TAPE. I used it as a lining of my pencil case.<br />
Got the inspiration <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjbrtiYWF-g&list=UU5zSySQab9SA6Wz569WDgqw&index=3&feature=plcp" target="_blank">here</a>. Couldn't get hold of a duct tape actually so used cloth tape instead.<br />
Did this pencil case without referring to any online tutorial. I feel awesome because it came out okay :D<br />
This is the second pencil case that I've made.<br />
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I have people I barely know came to my house and they're the one trying to communicate with me. What's with that, Syaza? They also asked me questions and I couldn't ask them back. I think this is because I'm not used to talking to strangers or people that I don't know well. Also I think because when I ask people about themselves, what ever information I received it couldn't stay in my head for more than a second. Haha. Maybe that's why I don't feel like asking strangers about themselves. </div>
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Things get worse when I came to a friend's open house. I came with my brother and I barely know everyone else there. I was super awkward. I sat at a corner or somewhere with my brother and tried to avoid sitting near the crowd. I recognized a few faces but I don't know them that much. So some girls there tried to start a conversation with me and they were the only one asking questions. You could call it a one-sided conversation. I couldn't contribute more to the conversation and it felt so awkward to just sit with them but not engaged with them.</div>
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Maybe next time I should start being more open and talkative to strangers in real life. But how?<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-84735904462188434602011-04-10T04:55:00.000-07:002011-05-11T09:01:42.737-07:00No Mom. Still didnt get my birthday gift<blockquote></blockquote>Have you read a post of mine about a birthday gift that I never received...?<div><br /></div><div>Well.. guess what? Mama read about it DX</div><div>Oh no~~ the anxiety is coming back!!!!</div><div>Something similar have happened in the past and it was annoying and embarrassing...</div><div><br /></div><div>So... how did I KNOW she read it?</div><div>We were in the car... coming home from watching movie.</div><div>And Mama was showing off her new hijab style to us and one of my lil brother said he likes it... and said that it was like Yuna's style.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I mention one of my guy friends dont like me wearing a similar style and then Mama responded, "Kawan yang tak wish birthday tu ke??"</div><div><br /></div><div>Hearing that, I was speechless. I think the best answer to that question would be silence.</div><div><br /></div><div>A lot of things were running in my head. Actually i was thinking how she could read the blog...</div><div>Then I thought of HIM...</div><div>Ughhh... =.=</div><div><br /></div><div>Great... My mom read about HIM...</div><div><br /></div><div>Then a few days ago... We were in the car... going somewhere... oh, we were going to visit my eldest younger brother at his boarding school... Abah was talking about how girls in my lil brother previous was more beautiful and cute compared to the girls in the my brother's boarding school now.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I dont know how, Abah suddenly mentioned about me finding someone good looking and bla bla... Then Mama menyampuk asking how's the person yang tak wish birthday tu.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I was like (=.=) ...</div><div>Then I teringat Mr Eddy Comel so I asked Abah, "Kalau orang macam Amin ok tak?"</div><div><br /></div><div>FYI, i found that Mr Comel and my lil brother Amin were quite similar...</div><div>Both are kinda gelap, skinny, a bit adorable (lol) and petite...</div><div><br /></div><div>And Abah said," Mesti la ok sebab Amin kan handsome macam Abah."</div><div><br /></div><div>Hmm... ye la Abah... =.=</div><div><br /></div><div>And takkan la I want to mention about HIM. Dah la I was uncertain about out future pastu sibuk nak tanya pula... Kalau tanya pun. takkan nak tanya macam ni;</div><div><br /></div><div>"Abah, kalau that guy a bit poyo, sengal, x senonoh skit, pandai putar belit ayat, tapi kinda adorable in his own way, bersungguh-sungguh, doesnt smoke, takde temper sgt (kot), pandai buat kerja.... ok tak?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Err.... I was doing the right thing to not mention HIM kan? =.=</div><div><br /></div><div>Apa-apa pun you guys must be thinking that my parents are sporting part2 me in relationship with someone kan??? Hee Er... no they were not!</div><div><br /></div><div>=.=</div><div><br /></div><div>but Dont worry dear parents as your daughter is not interested in this kind of relationship... unless dah terjatuh... *gulp.</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-42645928465716372011-04-06T07:22:00.000-07:002011-05-11T09:02:05.286-07:00Am I a fool, talking to the moon<div><img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205728_207445512617093_100000549380332_732723_3645280_n.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; ">Talking to the Moon<br />Trying to get to You<br />In hopes you're on<br />the other side<br />Talking to me too<br />Or am I a fool<br />who sits alone<br />Talking to the moon</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><br /></div>-Sahaja post sebab mahu menunjukkan hasil karya terbaru ;D<div>....OH am i a fool~~~</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-47758079789117680082011-03-30T12:55:00.000-07:002011-05-11T09:03:48.798-07:00A Birthday Present I Never ReceivedMy birthday fall on 16th of March... That was like weeks ago?<div><br /></div><div>A week before that, I tried not to remind myself too much of my birthday.</div><div>I dont want to get too excited :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I did wonder sometimes what type of presents would I receive this year.</div><div>Then I thought of Him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Would he give me something for my birthday?</div><div>Then my mind started to wander a bit too far.</div><div>A few moments later I realized I should stop this nonsense because it is highly impossible that he would buy me anything.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I just couldn't stop. Just daydreaming of him wishing me happy birthday through text message already made me excited.</div><div>I was so enthusiastic.</div><div><br /></div><div>but again, i tried to not think to much about this.</div><div><br /></div><div>And later... that day came.</div><div>I was showered with birthday wished through Facebook and text messages :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Mama and Abah gave me hugs, wishes and of course presents!</div><div><br /></div><div>But I was waiting since 12.00 am and I have not receive any birthday wish from Him. I was frustrated. I wasn't enjoying myself on my birthday.</div><div><br /></div><div>I felt like saying to Mama, "Ma, i dont feel like celebrating my birthday. Can we like postpone it or something?".</div><div><br /></div><div>=_=</div><div><br /></div><div>You can say it was the worst birthday ever :/</div><div><br /></div><div>I was thinking the whole day (birthday) about what I wanted from Him for my birthday and I realized what I want wasn't a birthday present but a simple birthday wish from him...and maybe some "passionate" flying kisses. hehe >w<</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/birthdaysurprise.png" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well... Its almost April... Its already too late if he wants to give the birthday present I've wanted from Him :/</div><div><br /></div><div>Lalala... Dooodollsssssss... Burrrr~~ *random words</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-61332204253868263682011-03-29T07:23:00.000-07:002011-05-11T09:04:48.743-07:00Angan-angan kipasIni cerita pasal kipas. bukan sebarang kipas :)<div>This is a story about me daydreaming.</div><div>This is my dream.</div><div>A silly dream</div><div>Read about it.</div><div>laugh about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/kipas2.png">clickkkk here or the picture</a> for larger image. It might take you to a new page :/</div><div><a href="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/kipas2.png"><img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x64/syaza_92/th_kipas2.png?t=1301472082" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>*correction :P</div><div>...for me if he wouldn't mind it...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>haha so LAMEEE :P</div><div>banyak ayat merepek. I just want to draw :P</div><div>jika ada salah silap, buat-buat tak nampak :)</div><div>...berapa ek harga kipas tu :O</div><div><br /></div><div>>w<</div><div><br /></div><div>tapi serious. seronok kot tengok kipas tu berpusing kene tiup angin :3</div><div>and surely korang pun mesti ada "wishlist" yang korang dok tunggu-tunggu orang bagi especially on birthday. Cuba cerita ;)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-61084339972299689832010-08-19T22:45:00.001-07:002010-08-19T22:45:24.572-07:001 minute HappinessHehee...<br />I've just got a 1 minute of happiness.<br />Sir Ashraf gave it to me. Hihihi.<br /><br />We met 'accidently' infront of the building where his room office is at. Haha.<br /><br />Sneaky Me.. It wasnt a coincidence. I purposely waited in front of the building when i heard foot steps coming down the stairs while passing by the irkh building. It kinda echoed really loud.<br /><br />I didnt know who it was, but i got a feeling it was him because he always goes to take wuduk and solat early. It was 1.20pm at that time.<br /><br />So when we met, i just said hi and gave him one of my sweet smile. Huhu. (padahal tgh demam pastu lansung tak senyum sblm ni). Then i just stand there for two secs. Haha<br /><br />To my suprise, Sir went chit chatting with me. <br />He STARTED CHIT CHATTING WITH ME!! He saw my phone and we chatted bout it while walking.<br /><br />Huarghh! Alhamdulillah i'm having a fever. If not, i would become hyper. LOL<br /><br />Huhu<br /> <br />P/s: Sir was my Maths' lecturer but then he was switched with another lecturer T.TUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-79116350122401949802010-08-18T04:27:00.001-07:002010-08-18T04:27:32.851-07:00Her name is LilyHer name is Lily.<br />Lily is my best friend.<br />We have different interests but we still support each other.<br />Lily is always there when i need her.<br />Lily NEVER left me behind. She is there during happiness and sadness. She always cheer me up when i'm down.<br />I always accompany her when ever she needs me and she DID THE SAME to me too.<br />I LOVE LILY SO DEEPLY.<br /><br /><br />Hehe. Assalamualaikum.<br /><br />.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-7620891007582622612010-08-11T07:08:00.001-07:002010-08-11T07:08:14.690-07:00Ruined?Once again, my SUPER HIGH SPIRIT was ruined, Again.<br /><br />Why am i so high-spirited and when i was let down or things didnt go the way i want it, my spirit fall down hard, really HARD.<br /><br />Like today, after class I was so eager to go to bazaar ramadhan.<br /><br />So yeah.. Semangat gila la solat asar petang tadi. Then siap2, i met my friend. Wow, she said nak pergi pukul 6 lebih and it was 5.15pm at that time.<br /><br />Poor me.. There i was, so hungry and i want to buy food for break fast A.S.A.P. as i want to rest first before break fast.<br /><br />And like always, i had to follow people's plan and i kind a was fed up.<br /><br />So, bye bye Roti John. I only had kurma for today's breakfast, the first day of Ramadhan.<br /><br />Hmm.. Hope you guys have a nice Ramadhan and do lots of ibadah :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-49369555537793660032010-08-09T00:45:00.001-07:002010-08-09T00:45:38.687-07:00Moody =____=Yesterday.. After arrived to uia.. I.. Was.. Not in a good mood. What was the cause?<br /><br />i didnt study at all last week, so when i am here in uia, ofcourse i want to study. But then there are my roomates. I dont know why but i feel uncomfortabe to study when they are around. Why? They WERE studying TOO. Maybe because, i need large space to study and we are sharing table and my part of the table isnt that spacey. So.. Yeah.. I prefer studying in the classroom. And the classrooms here in uia are availabe to be used at night. But then, i have no one to go with me.<br /><br />And i didnt had dinner last night. Why? Because... Because i feel like such a loner when going out alone. I HATE IT.<br /><br />So i kept feeling gloomy and decided to go to sleep around 11pm. Then someone called me and asked me to go down to the hall from level 4, with a box of fabrics which is quite heavy. But.. I HAD FUN clearing the stage in the hall. So later that night, i went 2 bed, without my bad mood :)<br /> <br />p/s: thanks anis for being caring for me. Sorry for posting all those weird creepy emo status last nightUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-25197698228301397882010-08-07T06:05:00.000-07:002010-08-07T09:23:29.243-07:00Engagement Ring<div>Lol. sengal.. siapa letak title macam tu??? 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Ngee~</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">(omg!!! i didnt notice how fair my hand is) XD</div><div style="text-align: left;">btw, its not an engagement ring. its just a friendship ring that kinda a bit biggggggg. hehe</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-54330881947597179032010-08-06T02:55:00.000-07:002010-08-06T03:51:50.679-07:00Busy much??This is is probably my busiest week (yet) in IIUM. Every night I got things to do... Dont have enough time to do revision... T.T<br /><br /><u>Monday</u><div>I'm quite free on this day. Wait. Was I?? =.=</div><div>Oh yeah, martial arts week started on this day. I went to capoeira booth on my free time. I've been attacked by a Salesman too while at there and he took 40minutes of my life to explain a product that I have no interest of buying =.=</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I realised I'm feared of salesman.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u>Tuesday</u></div><div>Second day of Martial Art Week. I visited Capoeira booth. I feared if yesterday's salesman saw me =.=</div><div>Went to pasar malam. Then a friend told me there is meeting for the committees of Environment and Nature Club. What???!!! =.=</div><div><br /></div><div>So I had Capoeira training and an important meeting at a same time. Hooray for me.</div><div>Then got an instant message saying the committees of Culture and Art Club (CAC) that are involved in Islamic Culture Night to meet in Al-Malik Faisal Hall (AMF) around 11.30 at night.</div><div>BUT!!!! the meeting started around 12.30 instead. GRRR.....</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Wednesday</u></div><div>It is the last day of Martial Arts Week. Was so busy (bz skit jee) preparinf fot that night's event.</div><div>Curse the Engenius Meeting. Sebok je.</div><div>The event started at 9.30pm.</div><div>The Pantomime was The besstttt... haha</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Thursday</u></div><div>I thought i can rest, but Madame decided to have an extra class at 8pm. Already doing something else before that, decorating the stage in AMF for that night's event.</div><div>wahaha!!! BEST KENAKAN ORANG!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I had a blast of fun decorating the stage. never thought I could get along with Abg Firdaus, the president of CAC and Abg Afiq. Haha</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Friday</u></div><div>Is today!!!! haha I'm HOMEE~</div><div>Birthday Mama kot hari ni. tak beli pape +.+</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>haha. Dah. Enough merepek. Assalamualaikum!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-5970438683812054662010-07-26T15:08:00.000-07:002010-07-26T15:15:26.450-07:00Whats the point?So tell me,<br />Whats the point of posting (other than just nak luahkn perasaan) if no one read your post and how do you know if anyone read your post if they didn't post any comment?<br /><br />Seriously, answer me.<br />I just dont see the point of posting because i'm quite busy and if i try to steal some time to write in my blog, it would somehow be useless if no one read or comment on it.<br /><br />Kan?<br /><br />By the way, i'm having a cold and mucus in my nose is keep coming out. Yuck!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-20305777479845621912010-07-17T20:32:00.001-07:002010-07-17T20:47:04.054-07:00Kita kat mana di Dibah???Hari tu punya lah berkobar gila, gila gila...<div>Selepas dah menyerah kalah nak jawab soalan Maths dan Fizik (tak reti buat).... Aku pun bersiap-siap.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dalam pkul 1 lebih aku dah siap.</div><div>Aku dah hantar mesej kat DIbah, tapi tak ada respon. Aku pun pegi bilik dia. CEH!!!</div><div>Tidur rupanya budak ni!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Pukul 2 lebih kitaorang keluar dan tunggu bas depan pagar UIA. Lama la juga tunggu..</div><div><br /></div><div>Bas pun datang... Dengan kemahiran yang dia ada (ditambah badan yang kecik tu) Adibah senang2 menyelinap dan dapat tempat duduk. Jadi, berdiri la aku.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sudah terbayang-bayang kat fikiran aku kalau-kalau bila bas tiba2 belok atau berhenti then aku terhumban ke dakapan.. Eh eh. Tak boleh cerita nih!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>jadi, dalam perjalanan tu, aku perasan la yang jalan bas ni lalu macam pelik sikit. Macam nak pergi Sogo pun ada.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bila dah sampai satu tempat ni, Dibah suruh turun.</div><div>Then bila turun, Dibah dok resah gelisah!!!</div><div>"Ahhh!!! kenapa berhenti kat sini!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">=.=</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So, first time aku naik bas, dah silap jalan dah. maknanya silap naik bas la.</div><div>Adui...</div><div><br /></div><div>So dengan gagah dan tenangnya, Dibah gi ke stesen monorail (tak tau nama tempat) then tanya someone kat situ.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kita orang pun menuju ke KL Sentral.... (first time aku pegi)</div><div>jam dah menunjukkan pukul 3 dah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beli tiket (lagii) then naik Train ke Midvalley. Finally!!!!</div><div>Tapi serius, aku tak biase berhimpit2 dalam train ni lagi =.=</div><div><br /></div><div>Tapi scene paling best masa naik train nak balik rumah dari Mid tu.</div><div>First time train datang, kitaorang tak dapat masuk sebab macam dah penuh.</div><div>15minit kemudian, lagi satu train datang.</div><div><br /></div><div>KIta orang tak kira!!!</div><div>KENA JUGAK MASUK!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>So memang macam tin sardin lah dalam tuh!!!</div><div>Nasib baik aku tinggi, kalo tak tenggelam macam Adibah. Dibah pun nasib baik ada aku kan.. Huhu. Ada la juga orang dia nak hold on to.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bila dah sampai stesen Serdang, tunggu parents Adibah agak lama la jugak.</div><div><br /></div><div>So conclusion nya, aku dah serik kot tapi nak jugak naik lagi (nk datang awal gilerrr)</div><div><br /></div><div>wahaha!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-55440075791001239642010-07-17T20:02:00.000-07:002010-07-17T20:12:30.840-07:00Saya nak jadi gagah!!!*angkat berat* Ugh... beratnye perot ni...<br /><br />Ahhh... x.x makan banyak sangat. Wahaha.<br />Saja merepek je ni.<br /><br />Just want to share something with yo guys. Bak kata orang. munasabah diri??? Er...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Kecantikan Lelaki</b></span><br />Kecantikan seorang lelaki bukan kepada rupa fizikal tetapi pada murni rohani.Lelaki yang cantik,adalah:-<div><br />1) Lelaki yang mampu mengalirkan airmata untuk ingatan <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;">- <i>mencari yang ini</i></span></div><div><br />2) Lelaki yang sedia menerima segala teguran <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;">- <i>mencari yang ini</i></span></div><div><br />3) Lelaki yang memberi madu, setelah menerima racun,</div><div><br />4) Lelaki yang tenang dan lapang dada</div><div><br />5) Lelaki yang baik sangka</div><div><br />6) Lelaki yang tak pernah putus asa</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><i>senang cakap aku mancari yang memiliki semua ciri2 ini lah!</i></span></div><div><br /><b>Kecantikan lelaki berdiri di atas kemuliaan hati. Seluruh kecantikan yang ada pada Muhammad adalah kecantikan yang sempurna seorang lelaki.</b><br /><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Kegagahan Wanita</b></span><br />Kegagahan seorang wanita bukan kepada pejal otot badan, tetapi pada kekuatan perasaan. Perempuan yang gagah,adalah:-<br /><br />1) Perempuan yang tahan menerima sebuah kehilangan - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><i>aku gagah menerima kehilangan Rabit :'(</i></span></div><div><br />2) Perempuan yang tidak takut pada kemiskinan - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><i>susah ni.</i></span></div><div><br />3) Perempuan yang tabah menangung kerinduan setelah ditinggalkan - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><i>Aku tabah ditinggalkan Anis!!</i></span></div><div><br />4) Perempuan yang tidak meminta-minta agar di penuhi segala keinginan -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;"><i> Aku kena kurang mengada-ngada sikit. tapi aku memang bukan yang jenis meminta sangat.. Kan??</i></span></div><div><br /><b>Kegagahan perempuan berdiri di atas teguh iman.Seluruh kegagahan yang ada pada Khadijah adalah kegagahan sempurna bagi seorang perempuan.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Assalamualaikum sumer!! tata~~ (lol tu je post kali ni??)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-48398770270821829612010-07-12T07:47:00.001-07:002010-07-12T07:47:43.595-07:00Otak BisnesLalala..<br />Pagi tadi aku baru je tikam diri sendiri. Kenapa? Sebab aku ditinggalkan sekali lagi. AH MALAS DAH NAK FIKIR! Part paling best, dia tak tau pun dah berapa ratus kali aku makan hati.<br /><br />Oh ye, topik asal post ni ialah, AKU NAK BERBISNES!!<br /><br />Kenapa la aku ni mengejar wang sangat?? Eh suka hatilah!!<br /><br />Hmm.. So apa aku boleh buat.. Menjual atau membuat? Kalau aku jual makanan, susah kalo nak buat sendiri.<br /><br />Buat sendiri?<br />Aku terfikir nak bagi khidmat jahit manit kat bju kurung. Sepasang rm10 kot? Haha idea je ni..<br /><br />Jual pin tudung? Aku kene beli borong pin2 kosong dulu..<br /><br />Nak buat gelang pun kene beli borong bahan2 dia.<br /><br />Erm.. Err... Ah nanti ah sambung fikir!!<br /><br />Korang ada cadangan untuk aku? Sila masukkan ke dalam kotak yang disediakan kat bawah ni. Hahaha<br /><br />p/s: minta maaf anisUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-82642542308487698072010-07-06T16:21:00.001-07:002010-07-06T16:21:38.102-07:00Segalanya di hujung jariThanks to my friend here, aku dapat guna hp aku freely tanpa keluar satu sen pun! Aku post blog ni pun guna hp. Hebat tak?<br />Haha. Syaza dah makin maju kan?<br /><br />Hahaha<br />jom aku cerita life kat sini..<br />Malam semalam ada kuiz fizik yg markah dikira 5% daripada overall result. Macam biasa, aku main belasah je jawab.<br />Lepas je kelas, terus pergi latihan kelab capoeira.<br />Rasa-rasa kebanyakan perempuan tak tahu apa kejadah capoeira tu tapi kebanyakan lelaki tahu capoeira tu apa!<br />Sampai cemburunya dia orang kat aku. Kihkih.<br /><br />Capoeira tu umumnya sejenis seni yang melibatkan tarian dan gerakan mempertahankan diri. So capoeira tu martial art la!<br />Perkataan baru yg dipelajari? Jingga!!<br /><br />Huhu.<br />Aku pun ada belajar perkataan lain. Adik aku yg ajar. Haha<br /><br />Adik: Kak, tau tak apa maksud babun?<br />Aku: Ha? Apa maksudnya? (yang aku tau babun tu spesies monyet)<br />Adik: Babun tu pintu. Pintu saya pula babi. Tau tak kenapa?<br />Aku: (bru belajar asas arab) Oh, tau.. Tambah 'ya' kat belakang untuk tunjuk kita punya.<br /><br />Hampeh punya adik ajar benda tak senonoh kat kakak dia.<br /><br />Pape pun, aku dah enjoy sikit duduk sini.<br /><br />Jadi, sampai di sini saja post aku kali ni.<br />Shukran dan masalama!! (bahasa arab tuh)<br /><br />p/s: Why i suddenly want you?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-49342940683419834582010-06-25T18:43:00.000-07:002010-06-25T19:18:01.466-07:00This is Me, Jun 2010<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Hello everybody-ehh!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">hampir sebulan lebih aku masuk UIA.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Belajar pula baru 3 minggu...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Hehehe.. Aku dah mula rasa pressure belajar ni.. Oh tidak!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Duduk kat sana, memang aku melekat dengan Dibah je la.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Bukan dia yang bergantung kepada aku, aku yang depends oh her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Biasa ahh.. Budak manja...</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Good news for me... aku dah berkawan hampir dengan semua yang sama study group dengan aku.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bad news, Mama and Abah tak bagi aku keluar outing lansung even though aku nak keluar dengan Dibah!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>What the h***!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>;_;</div><div><br /></div><div>nevermind that...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Hehehehe... lagi satu berita, setelah Purple pergi meninggalkan daku *buat muka menangis* ... Aku telah menjumpai pengantinya... Kuikuikui!!!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">hanya Dibah dan dua tiga kawan aku kat sana yang tahu.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">OMG! OMG!!!! *hyper jap*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">fuh fuhh.. hensem gler.. (bagi aku)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>OK, next topic!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Korang semua!!!</div><div>Sahabat-sahabat ku Anis, Dibah, Bella, Sarra, Dayah, Sarra, Farah dan yang lain...</div><div><br /></div><div>Korang cuti lama tak raya ni?? atau pun kalau ada sesiapa yang buat open house awal-awal tu, kte jumpa la ye?? huhu</div><div><br /></div><div>kalau nak berjumpa buat masa tersekat ni memang susah la. lagi pun, biar la tak berjumpa lama sikit, baru ada rasa rindu tu.... hahahahahaha</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, dah selesai post merepek aku ni. Chow!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs132.snc4/36961_133146513380327_100000549380332_255720_7742340_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">memang aku fokus sangat masa belajar :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-85814146517591260952010-06-25T08:40:00.000-07:002010-06-25T08:45:03.678-07:00Rileks Dibah!!!!haish kawan aku seorang ni...<div><br /></div><div>Rileks dibah...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Dia tu macam batu tepi jalan je...</span></div><div>Bila-bila dia ada sekitar kita, biarkan je dia.</div><div>Tak payah nak gelabah.</div><div>Dia pun tak buat apa-apa pun...</div><div>Dia bukan ada apa-apa dengan awak pun...</div><div>Rileks.. rileks....</div><div><br /></div><div>Chill babe...</div><div><br /></div><div>Sekian, wassalam.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-27035266674911981122010-06-13T01:53:00.000-07:002010-06-13T02:25:10.418-07:00Sunyi la kotSemalam...<div>Aku cuba menyelesakan diri kat sofa dengan diselubungi selimut.</div><div>baru je nampak lipas besar dalam bilik malam tadi, Hehe..</div><div><br /></div><div>jadi malam tu aku tidur kat luar bilik je la sebab masih terkejut nampak bapak lipas kat dinding.</div><div>Aku bawa sekali hand phone aku tu. Aku belek-belek hp tu. Tengok senarai nama dalam hp.</div><div>Scroll... scroll...</div><div><br /></div><div>Rasa maca nak berbual dengan seseorang... tapi pastinya kenalan lah. Kalau orang yang tak dikenali, sorry naik lori ahh!</div><div><br /></div><div>Scroll... scroll...</div><div><br /></div><div>Semua nama-nama dalam hp aku tu, tak ada satu pun yang sesuai aku nak call atau mesej. haish..</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Contact</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Abah : Aku ignore terus.</div><div><br /></div><div>Adam : Rasa macam burden kat dia ni. Asyik ganggu dia je..</div><div><br /></div><div>Adibah : Bila ada cerita best baru seronok nk mesej dia ni. Huhu</div><div><br /></div><div>Afif : No lama dia ni... Zaman bila punya ntah</div><div><br /></div><div>Ali : Rasa macam toying dengan dia =.= tapi best ajak borak nih!!!! Next time ahh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Amin Afiq: Adik aku mana pernah bagi reaksi...</div><div><br /></div><div>Anis : Susah nak balas. kadang-kadang tak balas lansung bila missed call. Sorry anis.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Scrolling......</div><div><br /></div><div>Danial : We only talked about cupcake. haha</div><div><br /></div><div>Fadli : Dia dah benci aku =.=</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Haziq : conversation selalu putus di tengah jalan. Pressure!!! pressure!!!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Nabila : Oh, tak biasa lagi nak mesej dia. rasanya dia busy sikit kot. (alasan)</div><div><br /></div><div>Mirza : kalau dia pakai lagi nombor ni boleh jugak kacau... =.=</div><div><br /></div><div>Muqsit : Abang tak kisah pasal aku dah...</div><div><br /></div><div>Whisz : ignore terus. macam pelik je nak mesej dia.</div><div><br /></div><div>Zikri : fikir dua kali. rasa macam toying jugak =.=</div><div><br /></div><div>-------end-------</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">=.=</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>p/s: budak jahat mmg lonely =.=</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-18106753261808214442010-06-04T16:55:00.000-07:002010-06-04T17:17:56.492-07:00Yea... Yea... Bomba datang!!Tengah sibuk melayan facebook yang sekian lama tak dibuka, Abah terjerit-jerit cakap ada asap keluar dari rumah jiran.<div><br /></div><div>Aku pun ada ambil tahu tapi memandangkan aku rasa macam tak ada apa-apa, aku layan je facebook balik.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beberapa minit kemudian, suasana dalam rumah aku mula kecoh. Jadi, memang betul rumah jiran aku terbakar!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Weh weh!!! Nak buat apa sekarang ni!!!</div><div>Mama pun terkejar sana, terkejar sini.</div><div>"Syaza, bawa ic keluar semua!!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Aku pun siap-siap pakai tudung dan terus ambil beg aku.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jiran-jiran yang lain dah mula keluar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aku tengok dari jauh rumah yang terbakar tu.</div><div>It's burning, alright.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tak lama lepas tu, Bomba yang Abah telefon pun datang...</div><div><br /></div><div>Aku berdiri je kat situ, merakam suasana yang cemas ni.</div><div><br /></div><div>Seronoknya!!!</div><div>Ramai betul lelaki-lelaki handsome lalu-lalang!!!!!</div><div>Haha!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Tiba, aku nampak kelibat seseorang ni yang dah lama aku tak jumpa...</div><div>PURPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div>handsome gila dia dalam baju t-shirt warna kelabu tu. Huhuhu</div><div><br /></div><div>Aku pun apa lagi? Meracau dari dalam la!!</div><div>Terus aku duduk tepi supaya peluanguntuk dia nampak aku cerah.</div><div>Hahahaha!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Beberapa minit kemudia, dia lalu.</div><div>Masa tu aku sedang berbual.</div><div>Aku perasan, selepas dia melepasi aku, dia toleh balik nak tengok aku.</div><div><br /></div><div>Serious!!!!!</div><div>Dia perasan aku!!!</div><div>Beberapa saat kemudian dia patah balik nak tegur aku!!!!</div><div>Wahahaha!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>"Kak Syaza, yang terbakar tu rumah Kak Syaza ke?"</b></div><div><b>"Err, this one is my house"</b> *menunjuk ke rumah aku*</div><div><br /></div><div>Arghh!! Aku hilang kawalan!!!!!!</div><div>Terus aku jadi blurrr!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Apa-apa pun api tu berjaya dipadamkan dengan bantuan dua trak bomba.</div><div>Nasib baik tak ada orang dalam rumah tu. Dia orang semua balik kampung.</div><div>Beruntung juga sebab Abah perasan awal api tu. Kalau tak, mesti dah jadi semakin terok!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, kejadian ni baru berlaku semalam. Aku rasa rumah tu mula terbakar pukul 9.15 malam.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pagi ni, aku ditinggalkan berseorangan kat rumah ni sebab aku tak boleh ikut keluarga aku berkhemah. Tak sedih ponn sebab.... </div><div><br /></div><div>Rumah ni milik aku sekarang!!!!! WAHAHAHAHA</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="400" height="320"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/127519700609675"><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/127519700609675" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-81467096402316516692010-06-02T02:04:00.000-07:002010-06-02T02:14:08.219-07:00Suprise!!! Opss. Sorry, wrong person >.>"Lupa pulak nak post pasal benda ni sedangkan dah berlalu pada hari Jumaat yang lalu. Huhu<br />jadi aku akan taip fast and furious ye?<br />OK?<br /><br />huhu begini ceritanya...<br />Pada hari Jumaat yang lalu, aku overnight outing dari UIA nih. (oh yeahh!!)<br />lepas je keluar dari UIA, kereta terus direct meluncur menuju ke MIDVALLEY. (oh yeahh lagi!!)<br /><br />balik je dari Mid, balik rumah la! nak buat apa lagi kan?<br />Masuk je dalam rumah terus pengsan atas sofa.<br />Lepas tu pindah pengsan atas katil pula.<br />Sambil mamai-mamai tu, aku mesej dengan Anis. Dia nak jumpa.<br />Dia ajak aku datang rumah dia pukul 3.<br /><br />Aku terus lena...<br />Mama pun tengah lena kat bawah.<br /><br />pukul 4, baru aku terjaga betul2.<br />Anis dah kecewa sebab aku tak dapat datang.<br /><br />Aku pun dengan mamai-mamai lagi, siap-siap pastu ajak Mama yang dah terjaga.<br />Aku cakap kat mama suruh hantar ke rumah Anis kat apartmen tuh.<br />Bila sampai sana, OPPSSS!!!<br /><br />TAK ADA ORANG DALAM RUMAH!!!!<br /><br />Adoi... nak tak nak, aku kena susahkan mama untuk ambil aku balik.<br />Nasib baik mama tak mengomel ke apa... Dia layan je aku...<br />Sebab dia tau kot yang Anis kan Bestfriend aku.. HuHU<br /><br />Jadi, Mama pun hanta ke rumah ANis yang lagi satu kat Suakasih BTHO...<br />Aku pun berlagak la yang aku baru je pergi ke rumah dia.<br /> Haha<br /><br />Tu je la cerita aku.<br />Aku ni memang suka buat kejutan kat orang. Ni la sikap orang yang suka menyakat. HUhuUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860497814542423144.post-26203116498423361492010-06-02T01:23:00.000-07:002010-06-02T01:57:15.450-07:00Rebellious<span style="font-size:130%;">Baru dua minggu kau kat UIA Syaza, kau dah buat hal...<br />HAHAHAHA!!!!</span><br /><br />Minggu pertama, aku <span style="font-size:130%;">ponteng</span> solat jemaah yang semua pelajar tahun pertama wajib hadiri...<br />Amboi...<br />Haha aku ikut <span style="font-style: italic;">room mates</span> aku la.<br />Lagi pun terseksa suasana masa solat jemaah tu. Bagai <span style="font-size:130%;">bermandi peluh</span> gitu.<br />dah la habis pukul 11. Siapa-siapa yang tak makan malam lagi sebelum masuk waktu Maghrib, habis la...<br />Terpaksa cari makan sampai ke cafe di Mahallah budak lelaki...<br />Kafe di Mahallah Zainab, yakni mahallah aku dah ditutup pukul 7 lebih.<br /><br />Seminggu di UIA PJ dah pun berlalu...<br />Ingatkan dah boleh la aku mula masuk kuliyah.<br />Tup tup, 7 Jun baru mula kelas!!!<br /><br />WEI TAK SABAR DAH NI!!<br />KENAPA KENA TUNGGU LAGI SEMINGGU!!?<br /><br />Hmpph!<br />Tak apa.. tak apa... aku sabar.<br />Mungkin sebab banyak benda belum diselesaikan...<br />Medical checkup untuk budak-budak Engineering pun belum lagi.<br /><br />Err... Aku tak habis bagitahu lagi cerita aku sebenarnya.. Hehehe<br /><br />Selain daripada ponteng solat jemaah... Auu jugak<span style="font-size:130%;"> ponteng meeting</span> di mahallah aku tu untuk pelajar tahun pertama. Semalam tau meeting Mahallah Zainab ni.<br /><br />Hish, aktiviti ni habis pukul 11 juga.<br />Tak mahu lah aku.<br /><br />Hahaha. Jadi semalam lepas aku pergi <span style="font-size:130%;">outing</span> ke pasar malam dengan Adibah, kita orang rancang la nak ponteng meeting malam tu (<span style="font-style: italic;">mastermind</span>nya aku).<br />Jadi kita orang pun lari (bukan lari pon) <span style="font-size:130%;">menyorok</span> di Mahallah Khadijah, bangunan pelajar perempuan lagi satu. Kita orang <span style="font-size:130%;">selamba</span> je menunpang kat dalam bilik kawan kepada room mate Adibah (maknanya dia ponteng sekali la).<br /><br />Jadi, dari pukul 7 sampai pukul 8.30 malam duduk dan solat sekali kat situ, kemudian kita orang lepak kat kawasan kampus. Hahaha. Balik bilik kita orang kt Mahallah Zainab tu pukul 11 malam.<br /><br />Lepak ni kita orang rancang nak <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">fly</span></span> pulak. Hahaha gila ke. Aku gurau je tu.<br />tak pasal-pasal <span style="font-size:130%;">kena buang</span> dari UIA tu pulak. mampus aku.<br /><br />Apa-apa pun, aku tak sabar kuliyah 7Jun ni. Huhu<br />Harap-harap pensyarah best dan pelajar semua <span style="font-style: italic;">happening</span> dan baik dalam kelas.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">P/s: Mampus kalau mama abah baca post ni x.x</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3