tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28641113420585936692012-02-16T15:48:39.987-08:00jangan garu kepala tatkala membaca.Y I E Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12334904648920963886noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864111342058593669.post-66987452006296891992009-03-07T17:48:00.000-08:002009-03-07T22:43:10.736-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WARNING! </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">person who can't read nor understand what the title of this post means,please set an appointment with your private doctor a.s.a.p.! U probably might be suffering a short-circuit in your brain system. </span></span><span><span style="font-size:85%;">:D </span></span> -the author-<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;">Wait! Let me laugh first for my very stupid joke above. (<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">gahahahaha</span>!<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">LOL</span>!,<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">LMAO</span>!,<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">LMFAO</span>!)**off record**<br /></div>Ok.I'm done.So for this post,I would like to post about someone I love so much.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGv_ebEcynU/SbMohId5J3I/AAAAAAAAABs/i67U2uxkzY0/s1600-h/1_970083407l.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KGv_ebEcynU/SbMohId5J3I/AAAAAAAAABs/i67U2uxkzY0/s320/1_970083407l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310632935273604978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This adorable girl's name is Nurfatiehah bt Zaini</span>.I <span style="font-size:85%;">met her not long ago back at 2006.</span><span style="font-size:85%;">Back then,she was a school librarian and she wore a striking black spectacle(ngee~) which had caught my eyes everytime i saw her walking back and forth in my sight.I guess that was the first time I started to have a crush on her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My heart keeps on pumping harder everytime I see her face.She taught me lots of things that I've never realize<br />bout this life.And for sure I've learned a lot from her.So thank you so much baby. :D i love you so much.You guys won't believe that many problem either stupid or serious that we've been through together.Yet we still here;attach one to another as one.I hope that we both will still be together eventhough I noe that now,there's a teacher starting to walk in our way by saying bad things bout having a couple.I don't care what she said about us,didn't she realize how her daughter's behaviour is??For god sake just mind your own daughter to behave.Not my girl,you intruder!! I'll still tolerate if I can.But If she(the teacher) didn't stop her lecture,I'll meet her in person.And yea,I can go crazy if I really want to.<br /><br />I have to wrap all of this up now.Honey,I love you so much and I'm sorry for what I've wrongly done to you.It's just my stupid mistakes.<br /></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864111342058593669-6698745200629689199?l=yiefdanjalanhidupku.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Y I E Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12334904648920963886noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864111342058593669.post-14444988610435532322009-02-16T00:55:00.000-08:002009-02-16T02:44:15.711-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGv_ebEcynU/SZkq94j6dHI/AAAAAAAAABU/StbichTcaRU/s1600-h/16112008......jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KGv_ebEcynU/SZkq94j6dHI/AAAAAAAAABU/StbichTcaRU/s320/16112008......jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303317278848873586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Miss You Dude!</span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">DAMN! I really hate to start my new blog with such a sad<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>story. Hmm. Actually <span style="font-weight: bold;">one </span>of <span style="font-weight: bold;">my</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">fucking</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">greatest friends<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></span>had just left us all to move out to his uncle's house in Perak.<br />The hardest part for me to accept it is that he acted like nothing was happened. He smiled brightly like he always did,<br />he laugh as loud as he used to,and he<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span> was smart-looking too.<br /><br /> The starting day of today was not good for me. As usual,<br />all students sang three songs,listened to teachers speeche,bla<br />bla bla... Then, I got caught for daily spot-check because of<br />my hair was slightly a bit longer. Mrs. S like always,she pulled me out from the line when she saw me. And I was like<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Urgh,not again. </span>Later on,my hair was cut by Mr. N and he was making stupid jokes and I just laughed along eventhough<br />it wasn't funny at all. Just after English lesson's over(after recess), Habib entered the class. I saw his eyes were red though he tried to hide it with his cheerful smile. Then I approached him and asked "dude,what's wrong?" "Nothing." he answered. I asked him again and his tears started to burst out falling to his cheeks. Some boys that were still in the class began to wonder what was happening to him. Finally,he told us that it's his last day at SMKPA. We all were extremely shocked and all sorts of questions started to come out from everybody who knew about this at that time. In BIO lab,the girls were also wondering what was happening when they saw us with our long faces entering the lab. I told some of them,and they were passing the story to each other. I sat next to Habib Daniel. The at least I could do for him was giving him something from my pencil case. I took a ruler and carved '<span style="font-weight: bold;">RAJA TO HABIB</span>' on the ruler. I knew it wasn't the most expensive gift I could give to him at the moment. But I hope,it would remind him of me. And there you go,my tears started to come out. I just couldn't stand it when Wan cried like hell. I knew he was so sad because they were tablemates. Even last year they were too. Habib tried to coax Wan even he was hurt the most. Maybe because he couldn't stand to watch his bestfriend crying so hard beside him. And he was still smiling even his eyes were still red. He also talked to me and he said that he wanted us to take care. Man Baharim's eyes was also red and soaked with tears. All 5 sc 2 a.k.a. Jujur wrote our little notes for him on a piece of an A4 paper. It was my simple idea that i could thought of at that time. We managed to do it before school time's up. We also took some pictures and a video with him. We all knew that <span style="font-weight: bold;">our class just won't be the same without his presence. </span>Unlucky for Bob because he was absent. Hope that we will meet him again after SPM's over!! Habib Daniel and Harith Daniel Rawks! Goodluck with your life dude. -yief-<br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864111342058593669-1444498861043553232?l=yiefdanjalanhidupku.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Y I E Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12334904648920963886noreply@blogger.com9