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Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
HTC ku cari.. (hehe)
Alhamdulillah...
ade rezeki lebey cikali da bertukar..
haha.. hp la.. no more nokia..
dulu ye la..
cikali pakai nokia 5800 je..
hehe..
sekarang cikali da gune htc..
jengg...
HTC Desire z..
ok la..
so far pakai.. best2..
super duper suke..
nie review dier..
ad qwerty keyboard.. senang nak update blog..
hehe.. kalo korang perasan entry lepas cikali gune phone update entry..
kalo minat HTC.. leh tgk kt sni (link dekat pic)..
nak bli sensation tak mampu.. huhu.. layan je la..
hehe.. ok la..
saje tak nak kosongkan blog..
InsyaAllah.. nanti cikali updatekan..
about my research..
see ya..
Friday, 11 November 2011
PPSMI - Isu yang tiada penghujungnya...
Isu yang sering diperkatakan di Malaysia..
saye tak rase yes or no..
just in my sense.. ade 2 konflik isu..
Memperkasakan bahasa Melayu,
Memperbudayakan Bahasa Inggeris..
Ya saya org melayu,
my mother tongue is MALAY..
at some point, saya mesti la mempertahankan..
bahasa dari di mamah zaman..
lagipon skop komunikasi dalam negara kita adalah
BAHASA MELAYU..
maka, banyak lagi usaha perlu diperluaskan lagi pengunaannya..
tambah zaman sekarang bangsa melayu sekalipon..
cukup bangga dalam dapat berbahasa inggeris..
identiti perlu diperlihara dalam menjanakan.. sifat kemelayuannya disitu..
In sense of looking at the english language..
as one of the oldest language in the world..
it got its own advantageous..
even some of the malay word.. or the law were referring to the english..
parent would thing the difficulty to either implement of english
for their kids in science and math or not..
as in bigger scope most of the reference are in english.. journal and other..
Ii is no wonder the need of english in the future plan..
some term might hard to find in Malay..
but.. are really PPSMI is effective enough ?
itu bergantung kepada persepsi masing2..
we decide and view..
for Me ?
I do think make sure that all of us had perfected our Malay tougue..
and sometime gaining the knowledge of the english language..
p/s saye tak kate PPSMI itu salah atau menyokong.. cume memberi general view.. ape sebenarnya impact of PPSMI.. even english and Malay pon belum sempurna.. =)
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Kepentingan Diri Atau Dipentingkan ?
Salam entri muhasabah diri sekejap..
dalam menempuh kehidupan kita sentiasa diri pilihan diantara..
kehidupan atau diri sendiri…
seringkali kita dia asuh untuk sentiasa membantu..
bersedia memberi.. berkhidmat.. berkorban..
NAMUN..
sejauh mana pengorbanan itu.. harus dikorbankan..
dengan secara membuta tuli..
bukan bermaksud diri ini mengajar erti..
pentingkan diri..
tapi ada beberapa perkara.. diri haruslah diutamakan..
kerana.. kehidupan penuh dengan muslihat..
pelbagai persepsi akan timbul..
disebalik rencana pengorbanan kepentingan diri itu..
Maka, haruslah kita beringat bahawa..
senantiasa bersederhana dalam apa jua keadaan..
dan.. balasan hanya dari ALLAH S.W.T..
bukanlah dari manusia yang hina.. dengan harapan dibantu pada masa hadapan..
Sesungguhnya Allah lebih Maha Membantu..
Renungkanlah..
p/s pernah dengar ayat ini ‘Yela.. mase dier susah punyala.. nak mintak tolong kita..
tapi masa kita susah.. dia tak nak tolong kita plak..’
‘Fikir Dan Bertindak’
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Kemanisan Anda bertudung..
sekadar kongsi..
“Hana, setiap ciptaan tuhan yang berharga di dunia ini akan terlindung dan amat sukar untuk diperolehi. Dimana kamu boleh dapatkan permata? Tertanam jauh di perut bumi, tertudung dan dilindungi. Dimana kamu jumpa Mutiara? Terbenam jauh di d......alam lautan, tertudung dan dilindungi oleh kulit kerang yang cantik. Di mana kamu cari emas? Terperosok di lapisan bumi tertudung dengan lapisan demi lapisan tanah dan batu. Kamu kena berkerja keras untuk mendapatkanya.”
Ayah merenung tajam ke arah mata kami dengan berkata serius.
“Tubuh kamu adalah suci. Kamu adalah lebih berharga daripada emas mahupun permata oleh itu kamu juga perlu bertudung.”
Petikan dari buku : More Than A hero : Muhammad Ali's Life Lessons Through His Daughter's Eyes.
Ayah merenung tajam ke arah mata kami dengan berkata serius.
“Tubuh kamu adalah suci. Kamu adalah lebih berharga daripada emas mahupun permata oleh itu kamu juga perlu bertudung.”
Petikan dari buku : More Than A hero : Muhammad Ali's Life Lessons Through His Daughter's Eyes.
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Comey nyer.. comey… (penangan segmen soal cinta ben ashaari)
pergh.. salam.. dan morning sume..
borak arinie ?? comey2.. hehe…
tak caye ?? tengok nie..
Cuma Aku–Heliza
mate da.. bolat.. comey2…
da2.. topic pagi nie.. comey…
owh.. tomey. ~pengsan..
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Is there "till death do us apart"? re-post...
atas permintaan sorng member nie.. cikali re-post kan.. ek.. enjoy..
To those who are married.... Not married.... and soon to be married.....
MARRIAGE
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card.. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah.. blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
To those who are married.... Not married.... and soon to be married.....
MARRIAGE
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card.. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah.. blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Saturday, 12 June 2010
Waka Waka.... wakakakaka... hehe
demam suam-suam kuku bola menjelma ke blog cikali.. hehe
bkn org suruh layan bola worldcup 2010 la..
nie theme song dier.. best2..
Waka Waka (This Time for Africa) (The Official 2010 FIFA)
bkn org suruh layan bola worldcup 2010 la..
nie theme song dier.. best2..
Waka Waka (This Time for Africa) (The Official 2010 FIFA)
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Monday, 7 June 2010
Best2..
TILU
cikali pon tk tau nape name dier tilu ek?? pilu ke??
hehe.. dier nie artis baru...
part YG BEST IS I LIKE VIDEO KLIP DIER..
mamtap ar.. story yg best.. matching ngan lagu woo..
I LIKE.. hehe..
tajuk lagu ku Bukan AKU..
so, siapa ku ??
cikali pon dh poning.. korng layan la..
wajib tgk video dier.. feel2 skit tau..
hehe..
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
Nak share ngan korang...
Timbaland - If We Ever Meet Again ft. Katy Perry
best... lagu nie.. best... cikali dok nyanyi dlm tandas...
hehehe...
nah... nk lirik sgt..
Timbaland: Whats somebody like you, doing in a place like this?
say, did you come alone? or did you bring all your friends.
say, whats your name, what you drinking
i think i know what you're thinking
baby whats your sign, tell me yours ill tell you mine
say, whats somebody like you doing in a place like this
CHORUS:
I'll never be the same - if we ever meet again
Won't let you get away-ay - said, if we ever meet again
This free fall, got me so
Kiss me all night, don't ever let me go
I'll never be the same
if we ever meet again
Said if we ever meet again
Katy Perry: Do you come here much? I swear I've seen your face before
Hope you don't see me blush, but I cant help but want you more, more
Baby tell me whats your story
I ain't shy, don't you worry
I'm flirting with my eyes, I wanna leave with you tonight
So do you come here much, I gotta see your face some more, some more
coz baby I
CHORUS:
I'll never be the same - if we ever meet again
Won't let you get away-ay - said. if we ever meet again
This free fall got me so
Kiss me all night, don't ever let me go
I'll never be the same
if we ever meet again
Katy Perry: If we ever meet again
I'll have so much more to say (if we ever meet again)
If we ever meet again
I won't let you go away (said if we ever meet again)
If we ever meet again
i'll have so much more to say (said if we ever meet again)
If we ever meet again
i won't let you go away-ay-ay
CHORUS:
I'll never be the same - if we ever meet again
Won't let you get away-ay - said, if we ever meet again
This free fall got me so
Kiss me all night, don't ever let me go
I'll never be the same
if we ever meet again
I'll never be the same - if we ever meet again
Won't let you get away-ay - said, if we ever meet again
This free fall got me so
Kiss me all night, don't ever let me go
I'll never be the same
said, If we ever meet again
Just when the night can't get no less
Pornstars struttin' while they dis'
Vixens fighting for their shirts
My buddy like Justin West, yes
You gonna finish dear
And your body's so superb
Me and you, dance with her
But your girl, face of the year
Face of the year
Face of the year
Face of the year
Face of the year
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