tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71791441845639083552024-03-05T17:16:17.547-08:00Those Random ThoughtsNot a writer.cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-27519957934667405772013-03-07T00:32:00.003-08:002013-03-07T00:32:42.271-08:00Kamu.Kamu itu indah.<div>
Peribadi mu menawan.</div>
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Sungguh aku tertawan.</div>
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cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-37499220105151784672012-09-20T10:36:00.000-07:002012-09-20T10:36:01.921-07:00puisiKau tau kenapa aku suka puisi?<br />
sebab puisi jujur<br />
tak macam kau.cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-32290530551768636612012-06-22T13:44:00.002-07:002012-09-20T10:29:19.332-07:00Keliruberkali kali terluka<br />
orang yang sama<br />
adakah ini cinta<br />
ataukah gila<br />
mungkinkah juga nafsu semata<br />
<br />
butakah cinta<br />
butakah aku<br />
butakah kamu<br />
butakah kita<br />
<br />
cintakah aku<br />
cintakah kamu<br />
cintakah kita<br />
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mampukah aku<br />
mampukah kamu<br />
mampukah kita<br />
melawan gelora<br />
menidakkan rasa<br />
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keliru. itu aku.cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-20352476491072008372012-05-29T01:30:00.000-07:002012-05-29T01:30:11.282-07:00Gulp!Haih. sempat ke nak abiskan ni. Keep asking sempat ke tak tapi tak buat buat pun. haha. Typical me. hihihi. aihhh susahnyaaa nak focus. :(cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-42390293605847861612012-05-28T14:28:00.001-07:002012-05-28T14:28:25.161-07:00What was it?<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx63St8S3LZAUvIMgoZ80iTMKS3nBxNRBqP7OnZMW1Luc9Nun4fzms6xoQpFsFGvi0lwDnl69BBcuBEy6tRm9amgE_MjOxO_7aFrZXTGmqmL0UVN-bI8RvFEPshcJrcVf778RTKC05fMDi/s1600/%5BJ%5D%C3%A4!M!%C3%AB%5BN%5D%C3%BCN%C3%AB2(1434).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx63St8S3LZAUvIMgoZ80iTMKS3nBxNRBqP7OnZMW1Luc9Nun4fzms6xoQpFsFGvi0lwDnl69BBcuBEy6tRm9amgE_MjOxO_7aFrZXTGmqmL0UVN-bI8RvFEPshcJrcVf778RTKC05fMDi/s320/%5BJ%5D%C3%A4!M!%C3%AB%5BN%5D%C3%BCN%C3%AB2(1434).jpg" width="240" /></a>So what's the plan now?<br />
So what was it to you<br />
Were we or weren't we?<br />
Did it come back for you?<br />
Now there you finally see<br />
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It's already been gone too long</div>
I shoudn't have pick up the phone<br />
I'm asking permission to pretend<br />
That we've moved on<br />
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Empty,<br />
Is what you'll find in here<br />
Empty... is you'll see,<br />
A lot of things I've offered you<br />
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What am I to you?<br />
Was I or wasn't I?<br />
So what you said was true,<br />
Did you or didnt you?<br />
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Was it love to you?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Permission by Yuna</span><br />
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<br />cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-35587618372172705262012-05-28T13:48:00.005-07:002012-05-28T13:48:53.787-07:00Empty.<span style="color: #444444;">Tak perlu dirungkai sesuatu yang terlalu misteri.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Tak perlu dicari, sesuatu yang tak mungkin ditemui.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Tak perlu mengharap sesuatu yang tak pasti.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Tak perlu memberi jika tidak dihargai.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Tak perlu mencinta jika tidak dicintai.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Tak perlu merindu jika tak diingati.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Tak perlu menanti jika semuanya sudah terhenti.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Tak perlu merintih jika tidak didengari.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Tak perlu menagih jika tak dipeduli.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Teruskan berjalan wahai kaki.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Teruskan berdiri di kaki sendiri.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Moga dapat mengubati hati.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Walau tak mungkin terisi lagi.</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Yeahh. Maybe i should just let it empty. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">-Perca perca nukilan hati pada 4.47am dikala hati sedang berduka.-</span>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-82757732290456641872012-05-28T13:32:00.002-07:002012-05-28T13:32:30.813-07:00i guess this is the end.Hmm. at this hour i should be doing my thesis. dimana masa yang ada sangatlah suntuk. tp tak boleh nak fokus. Theres too crowded at twitter nowadays. i think i just cant tweet what i really wanted to say now. i just dont know why. maybe this is the only place i can babble about anything cz i dont think ppl will read this. ehee.<br />
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basically i am so sad rite now. I just so confused. what shud i do. how shud i really feel. i cant even think. why is it so hard for him to understand. i just want him to show me that he really love me. i dont want to hear i love you. show it to me. i want to see it. for once.cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-12682453602623186512012-05-13T05:56:00.001-07:002012-05-13T05:56:53.156-07:00I WILL BE DEAD!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fuhhh dah lama tak bukak blog tetiba bukak theres a totally new look and aku jd bangang kejap cari mana button nak post new entry. haha. Dengan keadaan broadband yang kesiputan maka menambahkan peratusan nak marah. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okay apa nak cerita ekk. yeahh pasal thesis. homaigod aku berada di tahap yang paling kritikal skarang ni. masih berada di chapter 2. fuhhhhhh mmg semak otak dengan theoritical framework ni. uwaaaaaaa. susah nyaaa nak construct. and what make it worst adalah procrastinates la apa lagi. ohh no actually sbb paling utama ialah malassss! idk why aku jadi sangat dan teramatlah malas skarang ni nak buat thesis ni. dah tak de masa dah ni sebenarnya tapi still main2 lagi. taknak TL. Nak grad on time. :( im so scared sebenarnyaaaa. tp kkdg takut je tp tkde inisiatif pon susah gak kan. bhahahahaha</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">kenapalahh jadi malas sgt ni. setelah dikaji selidik rupanya puncanya adalah aku takde kelas and cuma kena buat thesis ni je semata2 so apa lagi lemau to the max la kan. and most of my friends semuanya macam tu. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Next week aku dah kena hantar dua chapter sekaligus. now aku masih lagi terkedek2 buat chap 2. damn! walaupun chapter 3 tu org kata sikit je and boleh buat over a night but stillllll!! ergghhh what is happening to me!!!!! i cant focussss! arghh. now im a complete idiot. i am the epitome of the best procrastinator. hahahah. *idk if i used the term correctly* but yeahhh who cares. hahaaha. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ya Allah i really need to buckle up!!! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So. Bye! :)</span></div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-21318907118568835522012-04-05T12:02:00.002-07:002012-04-05T12:10:58.501-07:00New AddictionOh yeahh lupa nak update pasal guitar. hehehehe. i dont know why and since when i am so interested in guitar and playing guitar. Rasa macam seronok sangat bila tgk org boleh main gitar cz aku mcm dapat rasa yang bila you can play music and sing, u really can hilangkan tekanan sikit. So i decided to buy a guitar and i bought white color guitar. Heeee. Learning to play a guitar is not an easy as i thought. its a lot of practice needed and the most important thing i guess is patience, hardwork and talent. without that u'll never be able to play guitar. So now i managed to mesmerized all the simple chord that always use in a lots of songs butttt sampai skrg tak pandai strumming. sangat susah bagi aku adalah strumming and plucking. Kat sini la talent and jiwa music seseorang diuji aku rasa. sbb strumming and plucking ni mmg tkde salah and betul, takde sape boleh ajar kau sbnarnya aku rasa. semua kena ikut naluri sendiri how u wanna follow the beat of the songs. im still learning and thats the hardest part. Till now i can play price tag, kau ilhamku and grenade, but with all down strokes only. :( <div>Haihh i shud be sleeping by now since i got class tomorrow. bye Assalamualaikum. :)</div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-28962729690972213352012-04-05T11:55:00.002-07:002012-04-05T12:01:19.258-07:00RandomFuhh dah lama rasanya tak update blog nih. Hihihi. sebenarnya selalu rasa nak update n macam banyak sgt benda nak cerita tapi bila bukak mesti mcm tatau mana nak mula. I am indeed very bad at writing and story telling. *sigh*. That is why i feel like microblogging macam twitter tu lagi best sbb bebila masa boleh update and 140 characters tkdela sikit sgt. Still boleh tampung thoughts aku yang sentiasa random nih. Hmm i got class at 9.30am tomorrow. I guess its better if im off to bed now. Chiow! :)cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-82514372254234578772011-10-04T05:41:00.000-07:002011-10-04T06:22:27.894-07:00Its too late<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hmm wahh lama dah tak jenguk blog ni. Post entry ape tah lagi. hehehe. biaselah kan nama pun rarely blogging. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Well pejam celik pejam celik dah 5 tahun aku belajar kat puncak ni. Kadang2 takleh nak tipu diri sendiri yang aku rase bosan sangat dok kat sini. duk kat sini lama tu takpe lagi sbb weekend je aku nak berambus balik umah aku kat Selayang tu. tapi bila mengenagkan aku belaja benda yang sama selama 5 tahun ni membuatkan aku tertekan sangat, bosan and menyesal sbb tak pegi interview tawaran sambung degree course lain mase diploma dulu. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >pastu pulak bila pikir nak keje ape, boleh ke aku bertahan dalam dunia hiburan ni. Boleh ke aku tahan dengan tanggungjawab kerja yang berat dan mmg takkan punya ade mase even untuk diri sendiri. Memang tekanan yang teramat sangat bila hari2 mengahadap benda yang sama. Belajar benda yang sama cuma sukatan berbeza sikit je. ala beza pun sikit sangat. mendalam pun dalam sikit je. ade lah sejengkal dalamnya daripada dulu. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And one more thing that makes me really upset is when im thinking of my family. its been almost 6 years im studying here and im now 23 years old already. Bila nak keje, bila nak tolong ringankan beban mak ayah, bila nak kumpul duit nak kahwin, uishhh!kalau aku keje umur 24 tahun pun, and nak kahwin umur 30 tahun mana cukup 6 tahun nak simpan duit untuk kahwin grand2. melainkannnnn...........laki aku nanti kayo brado! hahahaha. Well mmg berangan lah tu kan. haish lovee berangan. Kalau aku kerja sekarang mungkin aku dah beli keata dah. :'(</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Seronoknya kalau dapat tolong mak ngan ayah. aku ni kalau dapat belikan mak ngan ayah aku ape2 mmg rse puas hati sangat. rase seronok sangat tgk mak ngan ayah senyum je amik barang yang aku belikan tu. "Mak ayah, sabarlah sikit je lagi, nanti kakak akan tolong mak ngan ayah" janji! :) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tapi takpelah, i do believe that God always have a better plan for me and He always knows whats best for me. Thank you Allah. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-71783559184125029622011-04-02T00:01:00.000-07:002011-04-02T00:15:48.235-07:00OUTCAST!<div style="text-align: justify;">I think i have done something not good to my friends. Im not supposed to be selfish. I confronted them, they said its okay. But still i feel uneasy about this matter. I mean its really bothering me. haish. i hate this kind of feelings la. Am i selfish? Im sorry. When i sat down and think everything back again, i know i shouldn't bring up about transportation and everything since we'd promised that we'll go there together. YESSSS I KNOW IM SELFISH because i just bailed to our promise. Damn y did i do that. Aaarggh i dont want to think, i dont want to fucking think. Its get me no where but worrying about it all day and about what u guys might say behind my back regarding what i did and about my decision. Actually i do care about what people think, eventhough sometimes im not. But u guys are my best friends! I love all of u n i dont want to loose u guys because of my selfishness and my stupidity. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear besties im sorry for not going to do our internship together as we planned and if u guys think im selfish. i apologize because maybe i am even though u guys didn't say anything. I can really sense it. And now i dont know how to fix this. Im sorry. ;'(</div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-82350434574629270792011-02-25T00:10:00.000-08:002011-02-25T00:11:11.560-08:00Grenade<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Easy come, easy go, that's just how you live<br />Oh, take, take, take it all but you never give<br />Should've known you was trouble from the first kiss<br />Had your eyes wide open, why were they open?<br /><br />Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash<br />You tossed it in the trash, you did<br />To give me all your love is all I ever asked<br />'Cause what you don't understand is<br /><br />I'd catch a grenade for ya<br />Throw my hand on a blade for ya<br />I'd jump in front of a train for ya<br />You know I'd do anything for ya<br /><br />I would go through all this pain<br />Take a bullet straight through my brain<br />Yes, I would die for you, baby<br />But you won't do the same<br /><br />No, no, no, no<br /><br />Black, black, black and blue, beat me 'til I'm numb<br />Tell the devil I said, hey, when you get back to where you're from<br />Mad women, bad women, that's just what you are, yeah<br />You'll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car<br /><br /><br />Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash<br />You tossed it in the trash, yes, you did<br />To give me all your love is all I ever asked<br />'Cause what you don't understand is<br /><br />I'd catch a grenade for ya<br />Throw my hand on a blade for ya<br />I'd jump in front of a train for ya<br />You know I'd do anything for ya<br /><br />I would go through all this pain<br />Take a bullet straight through my brain<br />Yes, I would die for ya, baby<br />But you won't do the same<br /><br />If my body was on fire<br />Ooh, you'd watch me burn down in flames<br />You said you loved me, you're a liar<br />'Cause you never, ever, ever did, baby<br /><br />But darling, I'd still catch a grenade for ya<br />Throw my hand on a blade for ya<br />I'd jump in front of a train for ya<br />You know I'd do anything for ya<br /><br />I would go through all this pain<br />Take a bullet straight through my brain<br />Yes, I would die for you, baby<br />But you won't do the same<br /><br />No, you won't do the same<br />You wouldn't do the same<br />Ooh, you never do the same<br />No, no, no, no<br /></span>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-59543688302596381742011-02-18T06:51:00.000-08:002011-02-18T07:19:21.083-08:00The Bitterness of Love I Tasted<div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote></blockquote>You saved me from him two years ago. You make me love you like hell. And now you're gonna leave me just like he did. I thought u were different. I know I'm not a good lover. i mess up. I start fights. I get jealous easily. I'm demanding and I'm always get mad. But there are things i do love about myself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">1. I don't play</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. I give my all</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. I love deeply</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But why cant you see? I know where i got wrong. I complaint a lot. I deny everything and i don't show that i trust you even though actually i am. I said i wanted to break up, but in a couple of hours i definitely gonna find u back because i cant stand of not having you even for a day. When i said i want to break up with you, I'm expecting u to reply, "no I'll never gonna leave you". </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But everything is over. U don't even bother any of my explanation. The way u asked for a break up is the most hardest part for me to accept. You said it in a very polite way as i cant take it because i know every time u asked for a break up when u are mad, its not gonna happen. But this time its different because u r not mad at me at all. Not even a bit. Its scared the hell out of me. And it is happening to me now. I could not take it. I even cry in front of my mom! I know i take this too hard but how can i stand it. Its not that easy as you thought. How can i forget you? You said you know that i can forget you, then teach me how to forget you but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> sure <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'll</span> never be able to learn it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you said that you'll still be around anytime i need you. but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">everything will</span> never be the same again. The feelings will never gonna be just like we used to feel. There will be no more imy, ily, ilysm, ilysfdm, imysm, imysfdm and everything sweet to say to you and i'll never gonna received a goodnight kiss message, morning kiss message. Its just frustrating! All i need i you needing me. I want everything to be just like it used to be. I hate myself because i cant do anything to put everything in place back again. But I'll wait.</div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-66325750733118212292011-02-12T08:14:00.000-08:002011-02-24T03:44:35.478-08:00Life<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Tiap orang takkan terlepas dari buat silap. And silap tu jugak tak mustahil akan berlaku berkali-kali. Tapi sama ada seseorang tu berpeluang dan ada masa untuk memperbaiki silap yang dilakukan tu subjektif. Setiap apa yang berlaku pada kita dah ditentukan oleh Allah swt, cuma dimana relevannya saje yang masih kita tak tau dimana. Theres always something behind everything that happened. </span></span></i></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I keep thinking why im in this state. Im not always happy, dan kadang-kadang hidup dalam ketakutan dan kekeliruan. There must be something yang aku lupa nak buat. sesuatu yang wajib kita buat. Tapi walaupun aku sedar, kenapa lalai tu masih ada. Takut hanya seketika. Ramai orang yang rasa benda ni. Sedar tapi tak ada inisiatif untuk berubah. Kadang-kadang bila fikir balik rasa macam nak tidur dan bangun semula sebagai aku yang 23 tahun dulu dan memperbetulkan semua kesilapan yang dah berlaku. Tapi itu semua musthil kan, theres no such thing. </span></span></i></div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Tapi tu lah kenyataannya. Aku nak bangun semula esok bukan sebagai orang lain, tapi sebagai aku yang baru. aku nak bagun semula sebagai aku yang sentiasa beringat, sentiasa berwaspada, sentiasa bersyukur, menjaga pertuturan, tak kecewakan ibu dan ayah, lebih menjaga hati kawan-kawan, hanya bercakap benda yang perlu, belajar pandai-pandai, or what i can say, be a better person, still me but the better version cz my life is full with regret. Theres so much things that i wish i didnt do and said. i hurt a lot of people's feeling and now its killing me. Idont want to dwell in the past but it keeps bothering me. It keeps coming and i cant resist it. And now my life is full with hope. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>Note to self: Why worry about something you can't do, when you can lean on God who can do everything?</b></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Aku juga pernah berfikir, kenapa keluarga aku tak macam keluarga org lain, kenapa mesti ada kekurangan ini dalam keluarga dan kehidupan aku. That was when im like 16, 17, but now im more like an adult. I can think wisely now i guess. Semakin lama, aku belajar untuk memberikan peluang. Ada orang yang dah berpuluh-puluh tahun memberi peluang kepada orang lain, apa salahnya aku yang baru nak mengenal makna peluang memberikannya kepada yang berkenaan. And sometimes, for some reason, peluang sekali saje tak cukup untuk make things right. Hmm theres no reason why i posted this, its just something that i think and i dont want to keep it in my head, so i leave it here. ;)</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Okay, now im thinking of what people said that we cant always get what we want. And its true. There must be sesuatu dalam apa yang kita nak sangat tu yang tak baik untuk kita. Sebab tu Allah tak nak bagi kita apa yang kita nak sangat tu, Takpun kita akan dapat, cuma Allah delaykan skit n tunggu masa yang sesuai untuk Dia bagi kita apa yang kita nak tu. Even dalam Al-Quran pun ade cakap yang kadang-kadang benda yang kita suka n nak sangat tu lah benda yang paling tak elok untuk kita, n boleh jadi juga benda yang kita benci tu adalah sesuatu yang paling baik untuk kita. I cried a lot. and that tears comes from a lot of reason which i dont really noe how to tell. Its complicated and its not bcz of single issue. Its a lot. Its countless just like the tears. But i noe i have to move on. Well im trying with +ve thinking because <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>If u always see the negative side of things, eventually that’s all there is. Always look for the positive no matter how small.</b></span> Well, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>Tough times never last, but tough people do ~ Robert Schuller</b></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Aku dapat rasakan yang aku sememangnya semakin meningkat dewasa. Hahahahahaaa tolonglah kan??? Tapi betul lah. Aura-aura dewasa tu semakin dapat dirasakan. Wahhh gitu. Aaarrgghh banyaknya nak tulis. Tapi i think i'll save it for next entry. Well i noe my entry ni tak konsisten, well its bcz i mmg tak pandai blogging and again im not a good writer. Thank you.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>S</b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ometimes, everything we see is based on perception not truth & everything we hear is based on opinion not fact. </span></b></span></span></i></div></div></div></div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-11778126092316443372011-01-14T07:12:00.000-08:002011-01-14T07:19:30.874-08:00A Little ThoughtIts true when people said that people changed.<div>So when there are people who changed around me,i cannot complain, cz its damn normal.</div><div>even though its hurt, i have to face it no matter what. but its not that hurt actually, its just a weird feelings when hes not someone he used to be anymore. </div><div>well maybe he dun feel a thing. but yes, we need someone else to look what is wrong with us, or which part of us that obnoxious to others. cz we cant handle that by ourself. </div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-32038909765800071132010-11-25T10:07:00.000-08:002010-11-25T10:16:10.352-08:00merry go roundDulu aku cakap kat dia kalau tak percaya aku tak payah la dengan aku. <div>Dulu aku bengang gila kalau dia tak percaya kat aku.</div><div>Dulu dia tuduh aku macam-macam n maki aku gila-gila kalau aku kata nak keluar or keluar dengan kawan-kawan. </div><div>And aku pulak, mula-mula tahan n rase macam biasalah kan. Tapi lama-lama dah jadi makin menjadi-jadi. Sampai aku pun dah mula memaki sama. Jadinya bukan api bertemu air. But <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">fire vs fire</span></b>. Memang lagi parah la kebakaran kan. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tapi...</div><div><br /></div><div>Sekarang, aku pulak yang maki hamun dia kalau dia kata nak keluar.</div><div>sekarang aku lagi dasyat, sampai dia kata nak tdo pun aku tak percaya. hahaha. bengong.</div><div>Kadang-kadang bukan aku tak percaya. Aku percaya tapi ntah la kenapa kepala ni tanak terima yang hati percaya. Kenapa eh? Hmm Ego lah ape lagi. susah betul nak buang perasaan ego ni. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aku sekarang dah macam dia dulu. Tapi lagi teruk. Aku tau macam mana dia rasa. Tapi entahlah. Meroyan ni susah betul nak hilang.</div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-89597834306718277942010-11-04T20:18:00.000-07:002010-11-04T20:19:41.002-07:00dream.omaigod i want an i phone so badly!<div>i wish i can have one. </div><div>kalau ade duit banyak nak beli seratus i phone.</div><div>haahahaha</div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-81938060165603193722010-10-27T10:03:00.000-07:002010-10-27T10:09:54.433-07:00SHAFIKAH PARANOIDI think i am paranoid.<div>im just so scared to accept if my bf are lying to me.</div><div>its just a nightmare.</div><div>i become like a monster if he said that he wants to like go out with his friend or something.. anything as long as he mention he want to go out.. its freak me out like hell. </div><div>what i have in my head are what if he is flirting around or he is out with another girl. or he go to club.. im always have this stupud things in mind. i just cannot trust him..</div><div>uuurrgghhh what is the point being together then..</div><div>its frustrating! Like Hell!</div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-5613625323311316992010-10-27T09:35:00.000-07:002010-10-27T10:02:52.548-07:00500 Days of Summer - Beautiful<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I've watched this like 100 times but never get bored with the story..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">its just something..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">even though its presented in non linear narrative but its just beautiful as it is..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">everything about this film is just beautiful..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the narrative, the script, the character, the actor, the actress, the set, the locations, Summer's wardrobe, THE SOUNDTRACK! </span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">All these is just amazing..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">OMG im totally in love with this movie since the first time i've watched it.</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Everything in the film is just about art.. i mean the story about greeting card writer but studied architecture before. and the girl that obsessed with painting (as we can see at Summer's house that full with painting) and music. Everything is art.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But i do notice something about continuity in this film that a little off.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">At the scene where Tom draw buildings on Summer's arm. If u see the line that he draw at the 1st shot of drawing scene and the shot when the drawing's done, its look like the first line that he draw before disappeared. Haha i dont know. Maybe im wrong. Buts its not too obvious thou... </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But whatever it is i just love the film like sooo much! </span></span></div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-61597152459832058442010-08-03T11:22:00.001-07:002010-08-03T11:24:52.864-07:00:-)<span class="quote"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, "thats her"....</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="quote"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">unknown.<br /></span></span></span><div><span class="quote"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div></div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-7846814634693539122010-07-21T09:55:00.000-07:002010-07-21T09:59:20.334-07:00I NEED A BREAK!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">hahahaha menggelabah baru start sem dah need a break bagai...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">but this directing course really drive me craaaaazzzyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">macam tak penah amik plak before ni kan, tapi kali ni its diff...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">the fear meter is getting high...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">dunno why!!</span></div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-47007356747168173012010-07-15T10:05:00.000-07:002010-07-15T10:24:03.449-07:00STOP!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">new directions said dont stop believing. but im gonna quit believing now. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">at first i thought its okay if im not gonna get a chance to hold it, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">but </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">at least it will be on the palms of my hands for a while but it seems like it is not even touching my skin and it just fly away. far from me.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">so, stop is the answer...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">n that is how u deal with someone who wants to fly without any </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">interference.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">but im good.. ;)</span></span></span></span></div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-35177394955037346432009-04-07T11:08:00.000-07:002009-04-07T11:48:23.954-07:00So Live Your Life...ohhhh ohhh ohhh... hahaha<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiump0WgPBnrhZ83FOr-X2vah8ZKfCDZvGYChI64MX_ARChCS1xgaQQVZf3RNvLRmt6UzwHkYxT7_f15C79OEdkzJXvu_5q9bjmNH03eaKyHUauW7_mEwSdx4RgKOSGcibtkQEpTH6oKgxT/s1600-h/how+to+live+a+happy+life.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 532px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiump0WgPBnrhZ83FOr-X2vah8ZKfCDZvGYChI64MX_ARChCS1xgaQQVZf3RNvLRmt6UzwHkYxT7_f15C79OEdkzJXvu_5q9bjmNH03eaKyHUauW7_mEwSdx4RgKOSGcibtkQEpTH6oKgxT/s320/how+to+live+a+happy+life.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322018636125707330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Last week mase tengah lepak-lepak kat popular, i terjumpa satu buku nih tapi tak ingat lahh pulak nama pengarangnye. Tapi tajuk dea rules for a happy life kalau tak silap. cover dea kaler biru.. saya sangat suka buku macam nih tapi unfortunately mase tuh nak beli tade uwangnya pula... hahahha. so i struggle amik gambar kat isi kandungan dea n balik rumah salin.. walaupun tak dapat bace lebih lagi tapi dapat isi kandungan pon macam dah cukup bagus kot...hahaha.. n hasilnya tak ade kerja pic kat atas nih la yang jadi kerja.... btw i love all the rules..act theres a lot more tapi macam malas nk masukkan semua... nnt kalau ade duit nak beli lahh..ehehee....hope ade lagi...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >p/s :</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">sorry pixel pecah lahh..tatau nk fix..hehe :p</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">CHIOW.. =)</span></span><br /></span></div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179144184563908355.post-25990082346420387332009-02-12T02:54:00.000-08:002009-02-12T03:45:49.795-08:00madness n sadness!<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family: verdana;">kadang2 bila kita cuba menjadi seorang yang jujur ianya boleh mendatangkan luka pada kita sendiri sebab tak semua kenyataan dapat diterima dengan baik dan tanpa ada sebarang perubahan pada rasa hati. dan tak semua orang dapat terima diri kita seadanya. mmg betul lahh orang kata kenyataan tuh mmg menyakitkan. aku sedang belajar menerima diriku sendiri. aku juga sedang belajar hidup tanpa sokongan orang lain.</span><br /></div>cikfikaflophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110207885924838135noreply@blogger.com4