anhyeong everyone.. currently im tryin to corelate my life with the speed of lifestyle in these sucha new place with new faces to remember.. im quite busy lately cause i gotta loads of assignment to finish since id been transfer to other practical.. so this is it.. the only entry after sucha long gap with the last entry.. ... me got confused 

happy T E A C H E R S day ^^v

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

Assalamualaikum readers... Praise to Allah kita masih hidup up until now. da lama duke x post apa2 kt blog ni cause well most of FIVERS know that i'm busy with my atuk.. Alhamdulillah now he can even drive his car back as always...

Anyway, the main reason I urge to write this entry is to wish a very happy teachers day to all my beloved teacher although dah lambat sehari...pejam celik pejam pelik dah SETAHUN dah incident kek jatuh dari stage betol2 depan pengetua kan.. haha gimmick tu sangat seronok until kitorg yg plan pun got mini-heart attack bila the real kek tingkat tu jatuh.. Back in that day, I believe that semua yang disambut dan yg menyambut have a good time n SERONOK..

I’d like to represent my batch, FIVERS ’11 (if I may) to ask for forgiveness dari semua guru2 MRSM LENGGONG n THANK YOU so much sebab sanggup ajar kami despite our behavior goes beyond what u expect.. n even malam b4 paper math mode SPM kami byk main http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bIJY_yjDOM&feature=relmfu 

but Alhamdulillah dpt 100% A in SPM..

and to any teacher yg masih terasa hati dgn FIVERS  assume je as asam garam dalam mendidik...n DOA kan kejayaan kami kelak InsyaAllah..

lastly to cikgu2 yg nak pindah or baru pindah ke lgg or da pindah keluar dri lgg or masih di lgg.. hope cikgu dpt teruskan kecemerlangan dalam mendidik anak bangsa dan moga diberkati segalanya..

with that , i rest my case.

p/s: have a great time this year's celebration. u deserved it.. \(^O^)/

I'll be waiting for you in paradise

She tossed restlessly around her small bed as her eyes traveled to the beautiful golden sun, shining through her small, broken window. She couldn’t believe a year had passed since she last saw him. His smile still resided in her memory and occupied her thoughts. Alia took a slight look at the small clock that sat on her old nightstand. It was early morning, and she thought of nothing but the upcoming visit. Her heart fluttered as she recalled his perfect smile. She immediately jumped out and walked into the bathroom. She lit what was left of her melted candle and washed her long, brown hair in the old granite sink quickly, before the cold water stopped running, but nothing could have broken her spirits. She grabbed the small towel that hung on the door handle and wrapped it around her wet hair. As she flipped her head back up, she looked at her reflection in the cracked mirror and smiled at the thought of holding his hand once again. Her sleepless eyes sparkled while she stood still for a minute.

She opened the dusty, wooden closet and reached for her ironed, floral dress. She proceeded to fix her hair, and she unwrapped the towel as her wavy hair gently fell to her shoulders. She clipped her fringe back with the ocean blue hairpin he had gifted her. Alia then put on her favourite, pinkish-red lipstick, and she finished everything off with a spritz of jasmine scented perfume as she headed out the door.

The sun was shining brightly that morning as it was nearing the afternoon time. She looked up to the sky for the first time in a while as she attempted to protect her eyes from sunlight by placing her hand against her forehead. Her neighbors greeted her with warm smiles and invites to tea, for they all knew it was the big day. Others were equally prepared to head out in the same direction. Joy filled the neighborhood as people celebrated that special day.

Alia finally reached the bus stop and caught the loaded bus; She found a seat next to one of the old women who filled the bus, each one of them bearing a special tale. After an hour or so, the bus reached a checkpoint. All the passengers were ordered to step out and asked for their identification. The whole process, as usual, took about two hours before the bus was allowed to continue, but the women were not about to let that ruin their happiness. One of the old women suddenly broke out in a folkloric song, and the rest of the ladies soon followed. Alia, on the other hand, listened quietly as she admired the ruins that lay outside her window. Memories of what once stood in those places flooded her mind as she felt teardrops stream down her rosy cheeks, but she quickly wiped her tears away as the bus approached a second checkpoint. The same procedure was repeated, and the bus continued on its journey.

Hours later, the bus parked outside a huge building. Barbed wire surrounded the whole perimeter. Tall watch towers were positioned within, to prevent any intruders. The ladies made their way out of the bus and joined the large crowd of people waiting near the entrance. Armed guards stood at the entrance and checked everyone’s identification before pulling them to the side and searching them. After a long wait, it was finally Alia’s turn. The guard looked her down as he signaled for her ID. She reached for it and handed it to him. He stared at it with a mocking smile and threw it back as he opened the way to let her in to be searched. She felt humiliated as a male guard searched through her belongings, but moments later, the tensity and nervousness she had previously felt were met by an overwhelming sense of relief as she was being led by another guard down the dark hallways. She passed by the other visitors as she listened to their over joyous conversations with their loved ones. The guard was slowing down, and her heart began to beat faster as they neared the destination.

Alia stopped at an old cell. His caramel-colored skin seemed frail, but his long awaited smile greeted her as she touched his fragile hand with the tips of her soft fingers. His face showed signs of extreme fatigue, and his eyes seemed sleepless. She was shocked to see him in such a poor state, but she held back her tears as she gently stroke his black hair through the tiny holes. Her other hand was kept from the soft beating of his heart by the metal wiring, but she listened quietly to every breath and every beat. The eery silence was finally broke when he uttered his words of longing to his strong-spirited wife. She felt the warmth of his teardrops dangling down her face, but she quickly reached in with her fingers and wiped them away. She looked into his dark brown eyes and smiled to assure him that things will be just fine. She resumed by igniting the memories of their wedding night as she stopped to laugh at certain parts, which led him to smile wholeheartedly at the strength of his wife. Time passed quickly while they regaled in tales of their past, and the guards who stood nearby rudely interrupted to signal for time, and before she could let go of his delicate hand, he whispered lightly into her ear,

" I’ll be waiting for you in paradise

this is my one shot about "Solidarity With Palestinian Prisoners On Hunger Strike"  

knoxhead

good D A Y everyone ! \(^0^)/ . .

me gusta !

 

make your own storyline .. how interesting could it be ... 

I L O V E Y O U

wan & mak

howdy fellas ! o rite as for this entry , i would like to share with u guys roughly bout my grandparents (^0^)/..

that handsome guy is Ahmad @ Muhammad bin Mydin and we called him W A N.. meanwhile that beautiful lady is Munah @ Zaiton binti Ali and we called her M A K.. (n_n'')\

Wan  used to be police officer *ASP and Mak work as a domestic engineer.. As for this entry i'm not gonna talk much as of i'm gonna show picta of them much.. (^_^)


now lets start when they were young...

this is M A K when she was 20*maybe

gorgeous isn't she..there's one time my roommate saw this picture in my phone and he asked her number while claiming that i bluffed him this is my grandma...hahahaha

this is W A N when he was 22*maybe

he is definitely H A N D S O M E..

this is wan too (the right side).. this picture was taken during the last day of training at PULAPOL.. 

for me , both of them * mak & wan are the kind of grandparents than kids ever wished for.. They are so  carrying , funny , understanding and etcetera...

next picta..

tarakucha bebeh !! 

my cousins with wan ( azri , WAN , faiz , haris ) this picta was taken during my eldest cousin's wedding

also at the same wedding , cousins+aunts with MAK

MAK , WAN , wan's cousin Dato' Shariff n wife Datin Khatijah

this is when raya last year 2011

mama with mak

so sweet holdin' hands my aunt(i called her mama) with M A K.. wan is at back there

on their way to PULAU MANUKAN , SABAH.... stylish with their sunglasses 

this is at wan's sister's house *grey tudung lady during raya '09 if i'm nit mistaken.. just look at mak's posing with wan.. so romantic aren't they.. how i wish i'll be like them someday

this is my so-called-kampung.. haha \(^0^)/... if i'm not mistaken this is right after sembahyang raya.. which raya i'm not sure..

wan still can drive smoothly even though he turns 81 this year

vacation at sabah...

handsome and yet stylish wan... (n_n)

iman , aunt sarah and WAN skyping with suraya*currently at Toroto , Canada.. this is when raya last year...

 this year's birthday party azri , WAN , and mine... i'm so lucky cause got the same date of birth with wan..

mak n wan skyping with suraya

well i think thats all for this entry.. *after searching through hundreds of picture

 i was like-my-eyes-so-sleepy-my-hair-so-droopy kind of way..

we L O V E both of you W A N & M A K... hope you guys will always stay happy healthy and wealthy and may Allah bless both of you..

o rite peeps ! thats all for tonite.. 

THANX 4 READIN' YALL

p/s : do leave a comment(s) as i would appreciate the most..

life as ALAM's Pre-CADET

this video doesn't relate at all with what i wanna share with yall.. !! Just for fun \(^0^)/

howdy peeps !! as for this part i wanna share with yall bout how my life cycle  (can i eventually say that or just routine ) as PRE-CADET in Malaysian Maritime Academy (ALAM).. okay lets start with why i wanna join this at first.. Its' just because i kinda envy with my friends that had already be a university student(some of 'em)..and for some other reason is that because i kinda felt lonely cause my best friends had been somewhere..

(GIG and FARED to PLKN) (HUMAIRA to CURTIN , sarawak)(HABRAH to UiTM Shah Alam)..

again i felt neglected (the first felt neglected when all of 'em got straight A's PMR while i got 7A's) sigh.. plus four of 'em got these SPC (skim pelajar cemerlang) thing..(gig n fared to overseas).. okay  STOP . No further explanation. *sorry guys nuisance take lace for a while

As students of ALAM , i'd to wake up at 0530 hours and wear sports attire because we have morning PT (physical training).. then around 0620 hours it'll be done.. at 0800 hours we got some sort of morning assembly in front of RC (resource centre / PSP) *which is is clearly far from my hostel ARTIC and we gotta walk (march).. 

then class till 1630 hours.. at 1730 hours i got D R A G O N B O A T ' s training at boat house near ARTIC.. sometimes it stop at 1900 hours or else at 1930 hours.. fiuhhh the training was like damn hell tired.. and the most tired day of all will be on thursday cause training will stop at 1930 hours and i gotta attend myself to mini lecture theatre near to RC (that i mentioned earlier where) at 2000 hours..

i never got a chance to spend my weekend fully as everyone else cause the first weekend was holiday so everyone go back home.. second weekend , i went to UniKL Lumut (MIMET) for friendly debate

 ALAM vs. MIMET vs. RCMP.. next weekend i got debate seminar (0800-1800 hours Fri-Sun) then the forth weekend i went to UiTM Shah Alam for National Novice Debate Championship.. i was really hope that i didn't pass the selection which i was being urged by my lecturer to do so.. frankly to say i'd done the worst selection ever but still selected *cocky lilbit.. but this time around i went to the national as the

 A D J U  D I C A T O R (judge).. i was like damn are serious !!.. 

yup this was it...

i'm the A D J U D I C A T O R man !!

                    then the very fifth weekend at ALAM i drop out !! hahaha.. that was so fun ! except when i gotta left my dragonboat team behind.. so sad . :'( ...

well i think thats it the thing bout life in ALAM that i could recall... btw those

with that THANX READIN' fellas 

p/s: do leave comment(s) as i would appreciate it the MOST :))