9th of April 2010

Alhamdulillah
akhirnya ak diterima untuk diinterview
course yg di ambil.....sains sosial
apsal biler ak ckp ak mnx sains sosial sume org pelik??..
slh ker ak nk pilih sains sosial??

anyway..
for me...it's not the time to be happy....yet..
we still got to ace the interview....if we want the scholarship...
so for those who are accepted to the interview regardless MARA or JPA or TNB or whatsoever
may all of you KICK ASSES in the interview

do research....lot of them
and please don't just wing it....its a bad idea
*talking to myself*

My to-do-list before the interview

Task No. 1

Boost My Self-confident

the fastest way is to try and find a potion that can boost self-confident
anyone got a potion like that??

mirror practice
said it was the best idea.....hurmmm....maybe for some people...
but everytime I got myself in front of the mirror....
I was speechless and amazed by the look of that person in the mirror....huhuhuh
"OMG....who is that good-looking man in the mirror?"
and I end up staring at the mirror for an hour.... ;p
*sigh*

Task No 2

Do Research

1. course that I applied....Psychology
2. Country I chose....haven't choose it yet
3. about JPA
4. issues in Malaysia
5. tips for the interview

Task No. 3

Makeover
*I mean EXRTREME Makeover*

need to buy

1. light orange/blue (either one) long-sleeve shirt
2. dark orange/blue (depends on the shirt) tie
3. new belt
4. black leather shoes + kiwi
5. english people.....english!! just for a week please...

Task No. 4

Organize The Documents

1. IC
2. SPM result
3. Birth certificate
4. Graduation certificate
5. Co-curricular activity certificate
and others.....



WISH ME LUCK!!

Ini kisah Miss 'C'

sggup Ms. C melukakan hatiku...
setelah begitu lama ak berusaha menawan hatinya...

ku korbankan waktu petang dan malam ku...
hanya untuk berdampingan dengan Ms. C

namun....dihari yg ditunggu-tunggu..
Ms. C tanpa belas kasihannye menghancurkan hatiku ini..

pedih....sangat pedih..
tatkala menyedari usaha yg selama ini dicurahkan...
tidak terbalas di hari yg dtunggu-tunggu..

tidakkah kau kasihan melihat diriku ini??
apekah sudah tiada nilai kemanusiaan dalam jiwa mu itu??

ak sudah tidak peduli lagi tentangmu...
biarlah dirimu dengan dirimu sahaja.......
ak tidak perlukan dikau...
kerna ku tahu...
Allah sentiasa di sisi org2 yg sabar....

p/s : Ms. C....sbenanyer...Miss Chemistry....ahahahahaha

boring betol ak tengok muka ko...

warning...this post has nothing that you are interested in

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BORING BETOL AK TENGOK MUKA KO!!!

yer
itu lah ape yg ak rase bangunan MidValley tue ckp kat ak
bile melangkah masuk midvalley kol 12 tghri tadi
*ok...ini karut....die sbenanyer sronok tgk ak...*

dlm bulan nie dh 4 kali ak masuk midvalley tue
*cheh... xde ah banyak sgt pon*

1st
sehari sebelom amek result
aktiviti : bowling
mereka yg terlibat : ak...shahmi aqmal....anep mamat...imran...n shahmi

2nd
lepas dpt result
aktiviti : bowling gaks
mereka yg terlibat : ak....akram....daud...shahmi aqmal...amir halim

3rd
lepas balik drpd De Palma
aktiviti : bowling and Mad Hatter (best gilaks)
yg terlibat : ak........sorg
*sedey gak jln sorg2 jer*

4th
pagi tadi
aktiviti : bowling
mereka yg terlibat : ak....ismat....syamim....safwan (die x men bowling)

yer...
tue je kot yg ak nk ckp...
ok...
tata....

Kete oh kete...

yer...
saya baru habis 2 jam pertama blaja kete..
sgt penat...
sgt lega...
*naseb bek xde eksiden2*
sgt eksaited...

10 kali die suro ulang
wat U-turn yg same...
ak sux ker kat U turn tue??
mgkin juger...

mslh skarang nie bkn psl kete...
tapi psl moto..
knaper??
knaper ko kater!!??

yer...
sbb
sbb
die tulis kat atas lesen L ak

B, D
bkn
B2, D

korg tau ape mksud dier??
ak kne bawak MOTOR GEDABAK

ko giler???...
ak mne reti bawak moto gedabak tue...
pgg pon x penah...
moto tu pon xde kat umah
...giler ker aper??

cmner die leh slh nie...
xkn ah ak nk kne blaja bwk moto gedabak tue??

cemane yer??

De Palma Hotel

Just got back from
De Palma
and
Mid Valley
*Mad Hatter is the best...hakhakhak*

Tired
Sleepy
Need a nap...
Will....tallk...a....bout....this....la....ter~
huarghhh..

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

result...warghhh!!!

ok...
untuk post nie ak xnk citer psl result ak...
result ak bukan pawer cam korg sumer pon...
sedey tau...
banyak jugak course yg ak xleh minx psl result ak yg x best nie...
x mcm korg bleh minx ape2 course yg korg nk..
tpi xper la...ak still bersyukur ngan ape yg ak dpt..mgkin ini yg terbaik buat ak...
at least ape yg ak bygkan x jdi kenyataan...huhuhu

anyway...
ak still nk ucap...ribuan...jutaan...lemon an....ucapan
TERIMA KASIH...THANK YOU...ARIGATO GOZAIMASU
kat sumer cikgu yg pernah mengajar ak...
drpd

Tadika PASTI
(ok...ak dh x igt lgsg nme cikgu2 tadika ak...tpi ak still nk ucap gaks)

SRI ABIM Sg. Ramal Dalam
(ak adela igt cket2 nme cikgu2 ak....truk gler ak nie)

SAM Sg. Merab Luar
(x pernah ak luper sumer cikgu yg ader taim ak ader....cikgu2 baru ak x tau la)

n last but not least
my beloved GAKUEN

KIM/KIK/KISAS (name x rasmi nyer....KKJ)
(mane bleh luper cikgu2 yg gempak gilaks tuh....)

Sensei sumer nie mmg gempakz giler....sbb tue la....ank murid cikgu2 sumer yg sorg nie syg giler kat cikgu2 sumer...

ats jasa2 cikgu sumer nie la...anak murid cikgu2 yg sorg nie bleh berjaya...

TERIMA KASIH GURUKU

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wah...pejam celik...pejam celik...
ak dh abes skola dh pon...
dalam proses memohon biasiswa sebab nk smbg blaja kat oversea...
kalo dpt laa....result x seberapa camnie ade hati nk gie over sea
*eh..lantak ak ah....slhkh ak mempunyai impian yg tinggi camtue??*

tpi tgk laa dlu ape perancangan Allah untuk ak...
ak dh merancang...dn ak dh try melaksanakan perancangan tue...so
klo Allah ade perancangan lagi baek untuk ak...
ak trimelaa dengan ati yg terbuka...

skang nie ak baru mohon tige biasiswa..

JPA
Star Education Fund
Yayasan TM

maseh mencari biasiswa len yg layak untuk ak memohon

ckp psl U nie...
ak sbenanyer agk anxious biler pike psl U..
yela...
org kater dkt U nie len drpd kat skola...
lelagi klo dpt oversea yg kat bhgian2 Europe or US...
sgt berbeza ngan KISAS *terchenta* tue...

dpt kengkawan baru...
peraturan baru...
cara kehidupan baru...
cabaran baru...

adush...cmner nie...takut maa...
riso juger klo ak xleh nk blend ngan society kat sane..
*cheh...bajet cam dapat gie oversea jer*
lagi truk klo ak overblend poolak..
terikut ngan org2 kapiaq...
lagi mslh..
maka beginilah keputusannyer...
Allah lebih mengetahui tentang diri ak..
biarlah Allah yg menentukannya...
klu ak dpt gie U kat oversea....then I know
I could overcome any obstacle that I may face
sbbnyer..
Allah xkn membebankan sesuatu ke atas seseorg hambaNya jika Dia tahu hambaNya itu xleh nk tampung beban tue....

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KENGKAWAN YG DISAYANGI
*chewah...jiwang xleh blah*

ak
ak tau...
ak tau kat U nnti korg mesti rndu kat ak....btol x??
terutamanyer org2 cam

Akram
'Ismat
Fye
Ameer Amri
Zainol Bunc
Safiuddin Spek Kayu
Izzat Azim
Qutham
Syinon
*owh x....Syinon rndu kat org len yg lagi spesel...die x rndu ak...*

dn sumer skali kengkawan ak yg pernah berskola skali ngan ak...

jdi...
biler masuk U nnti...
jgnlah korg duk nangis2 tiap malam psl rndu kat ak
cam yg korg slalu wat kat umah tue...
malu dowh
dh bebesar pon nk nangis ker??
hahahaahahahha

tpi pape pon...

I REALLY...REALLY...REALLY...
LURVE YOU GUYS

I MISS YOU ALL SO *BEEP* MUCH

Failure and Fiasco

Most of us would thought that failure and fiasco is the same. It isn't actually.

A failure is simply the non-presence of success. Any fool can accomplish failure.

but...

A fiasco is a disaster mythic proportion. A fiasco is a folktale told to others that make other people feel more alive because it didn't happen to them.

I'm sure that most of us had faced failure and maybe some of us had even faced a fiasco.

We've all had our own pains and our own sorrows.

But when facing a failure or a fiasco.....most people would just runaway or hides rather than face it.

This is some tips just in case we are destined to face another failure or fiasco.

1. You have exactly five minutes to wallow in the delicious misery.
2. Enjoy it.
3. Embrace it.
4. Discard it and
5. Proceed.

When facing a failure or fiasco, we can't just accept the blame, bow and say :
"Thank you. I'm a loser and I'll go away now,"

We need to have the courage to just stick around even though we failed BIG. Make them wonder why we're still smiling and never,ever...ever let ourself fall forever. Always make a comeback no matter how hard we fall.

And of course...find yourselves a good friend. Because a good friend never get in your way, unless of course....you happens to go down.

for those who didn't know what the *beep* is fiasco please click here

The last booklet

Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma prayers, the Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature.

This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!'

His dad asked, 'Ready for what' 'Dad, it's time we go out and distribute these Islamic books.'

Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather..'

Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go Please'

His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'

'Thanks, Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered..

He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him.
Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God, the real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'

With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Next week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers, the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker.
'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband died few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, i was contemplating suicide as i had no hope left.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly....

I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!'

Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the mosque. The shouts of TAKBIR...ALLAH AKBAR.. rented the air.

Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated....

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a father that was more filled with love and honor for his son... Except for One. This very one...

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people!
Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.
Please share this wonderful message
Spread His Word, help Him and you'll see His hand in everything you do...

Q 5:3: This day I've perfected your religion for you, and completed my favor on you, and chose Islam for you as religion.... .