Simple Life but Always Sweet....

life is so sweet when we started to fall in love to somebody..

but whenever the sweetness started to bloom, 

there must be something that faded the sweetness..

at that time, bad thing started to come out..

saya, seperti gadis2 yang lain..

mampu menangis andai hati ini terluka..

saya, seperti gadis2 lain juga,

ingin diri ini dihargai...

namun apa kan daya,

cinta hanya bertahan beberapa hari...

ah!!! apa ku peduli, 

tetapi hati ku pedih...

ketika aku di dalam kereta rakan ku (tempat duduk belakang)

keitka itu juga aku bergaduh dengan sidia.

aku menangis dalam kegelapan..

segala perbualan aku dan rakan ku hanya ku sahut dengan 'em... ya la...''

hati ku terlalu pedih sehingga x mampu untuk ku sembunyikan..

setelah pulang, aku cuba menahan tangis ku.

tetapi air mata tetap juga gugur ke bumi..

di dalam kamar ku menangis, 

ketika mandi ku menangis sepuas hati ku...

ku berbaring mengenang kembali hubungan yg ku jalani

hubungan yg x pun sampai setahun jagung..

kini hati ku nekad

nekad untuk menjauhkan perasaan cinta ku,

aku x ingin mencintai atau dicintai..

cinta terlalu perit bagi ku..

bukan sahaja perit tetapi derita..

tetapi hati ini begitu mudah untuk jatuh cinta.

jatuh cinta lagi tetapi bukan dengan si dia..

dengan seseorang yang ku anggap begitu baik..

begitu lah pandangan ku terhadap nya..

aku baharu menegenali nya..

dia juga begitu...

namun hati ini bukan lah jatuh ketika mata ini bertembung mata

tetapi dapat dirasai apabila hati ini mulai merinduinya.

namun ku degil dengan berkata '' ah!! ini hanya mainan perasaan''

''x mungkin bg ku untuk mencintai yg lain lagi''

hati ku gagal meneguhkan prinsip itu..

semakin hari hati ini bergolak sahaja untuk bertemu dengan nya..

apakan daya, aku hanya mengenalinya melalui nama nya sahaja...

segala butiran dirinya x ku ketahui..

hati ku resah

menunggu hari itu tiba..

dia mesti ada ketika itu...

ingin ku bertanya kepada yg lain tentang kehadiran nya,

tetapi rakan ku kuat nalurinya..

x sanggup ku dipermalukan kerana menyukai lelaki tiu..

ku tahu ku x sempurna seperti yg lain

tetapi bukan semua yg sempurna seperti Tuhan kita..

andai tiada jodoh antara kita,

akan ku terima segala rencana yg ditetapkan oleh Tuhan.

kerana aku tahu Tuhan lebih tahu..

namun ku berdoa

agar biarpun hanya sehari mahupun seminit,

biarlah aku merasa CINTA dan KASIH SAYANG 

dari lelaki itu...

. . . : : Long Time : : . . .

Hye everyone... its been a long time since my last post...
sebenarnya aku xtau  nak post ape..
but its been so many happy and sad moment between my last post until now..

. . . : : SAD MOMENTS : : . . .

dalam cinta, ada datang dan ada pergi..
begitu juga dengan perasaan manusia...
aku bertemu dengan seseorang...
pada mulanya, mesti kita rasa begitu rapat sebagai kawan
tetapi perasaan itu hanya sementara..
ketika wujudnya perasaan kasih dan sayang itu di dalam perasaan saya,
si dia pula telah pergi menjauh mengejar masa depan...
sejak itu, hidup dirundung kesunyian..
tetapi x mengapa, kita masih berkawan..
cukup la sekadar berkawan...

. . . : : HAPPY MOMENT : : . . .

of course happu moment will come out when there's come HOLIDAY.
cuti semester selama sebulan hanya dapat saya rasai selama 3 minggu..
beberapa hari selepas final exam,
Black Phantom UiTMKS Drumline telah berangkat ke UiTM Kelantan
bagi menyertai Pertandingan Percussion antara UiTM...
setelah berlatih siang dan malam, dengan hati yang gementar, kami pun berangkat...
perjalanan yang begitu jauh dari LCCT ke UiTM Kelantan
dengan hanya menggunakan bas yang kecik dan dipenuhi dengan peralatan2 yang tidak kurang besarnya..
keadaan bas yang kecik amat menghiburkan dengan celoteh2 & ragam2 penumpang (B.P)
setelah perjalanan yang mengambil masa hampir 10 jam itu, akhirnya selesai
apabila kami disambut baik oleh orang Kelate...

keesokkannye...
kesemua pasukan mengadakan latihan dengan pasukan kontijen masing2..
begitu juga kami...
pada hari yg sama, rehearsal dijalankan dalam keadaan cuaca yang panas dan jerebu...
masa raptai, rasa cam tentera jer... asyik kena jerit.
tp xpe... biasa suda tyme latihan... huahuahua
pd mlm itu pula, majlis makan malam ala melayu.. rasanya
sebab pki bj batik, bj lawa, tp mkn pki tangan.. aik basuh tangan pun xda... pelik ar...
mcm x ikut protokol jer..
lepas abis mkn, disusuli dengan cabutan nombor giliran pula..
kitorang dapat nombor 6... huh middle number but still nervous tau...
lepas tue, kitorang belatih lagi... disebabkan kami lambat dan x dpt tmpt strategik utk membuat latihan,
coach kitorang marah dan sesak kami berabisan kakya treking... maksudnya men musik sambil treking(mcm jungle treking cuma treking musik kat jalan berbukit)... terseksa tp best gila... org terpegun dengan kontijen sarawak tau..
bukan ape, last year sarawak dpt laz place, tp sarawak impore oledi..
i'm proud of it..
esoknya, pelu bgn awal utk turun ke tmpt pertandingan, pki uniform...
tp giliran mekorg lps tgh hari, perbarisan pembukaan gk...
tgh tunggu giliran, hati bertambah gementar tgk pesembahan org len... takut berambis..
dh tiba giliran, muka neves giler tp lagak cam x neves... hehe... suma org bersorak utk sarawak...
dorg bangga ke sindir? i pun xtau...
semua terpegun tgk pesembahan sarawak, (x la best sgt..)
then tiba waktu penutupan dan penyamapaian..
1st place UiTM Shah Alam..
sarawak? not even top 5 but we knew that we are not the lowez..
then encik rasley(btlker ejaan tok) g meeting...
pas nya meetinga ya, nya pdh la, sarawak ......
no. 6 out of 10.... really? mekorg x caya...
but its okay sbb bkn laz... next year try gik.. top 3 pun ckp la...
esoknye, mek org packing blk then stay in shah alam...

kat kampus shah alam, gara2 blk lewat dari kL,
mekorg tgh mlm boleh tersesat dalam kampus nak blk g hostel,
sesat 1jam lbh... huh!! gila... pkl 2 pagi bru smpi hostel... huahuahuahua
then esoknye lagi mekorg pun blk g KUCHING...

....bersambung....

christmas joke_christmas flight

it was a few days before Christmas. The trip went reasonably well, and he was ready to go back home. The airport on the other end had turned a tacky red and green, and loudspeakers blared annoying elevator renditions of cherished Christmas carols.
      
      Being someone who took Christmas very seriously, and being slightly tired, he was not in a particularly good mood. (Almost a scrooge) Going to check in his luggage (which, for some reason, had become one suitcase with entirely new clothes), he saw hanging mistletoe. Not real mistletoe, but very cheap plastic with red paint on some of the rounder parts and green paint on some of the flatter and pointer parts, that could be taken for mistletoe only in a very Picasso sort of way.
      
      With a considerable degree of irritation and nowhere else to vent it, he said to the attendant, "Even if we were married, I would not want to kiss you under such a ghastly mockery of mistletoe."
      
      "Sir, look more closely at where the mistletoe is."
      
      "Ok, I see that it's above the luggage scale which is the place you'd have to step forward for a kiss."
      
      "That's not why it's there."
      
      "Ok, I give up. Why is it there?"
      
      "It's there so you can kiss your luggage good-bye."

christmas joke_santa's a woman

i think Santa Claus is a woman....I hate to be the one to defy a sacred myth, but I believe he's a she. Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off!
      
      For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets, and mood rings left on the shelves. On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman.
      
      Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas morning to find a rotating musical Chia Pet under the tree, still in the bag.
      
      Another problem for a he-Santa would be getting there. First of all, there would be no reindeer because they would all be dead, gutted and strapped to the rear bumper of the sleigh amid wide-eyed, desperate claims that buck season had been extended. Blitzen's rack would already be on the way to the taxidermist.
      
      Even if the male Santa DID have reindeer, he'd still have transportation problems because he would inevitably get lost up there in the snow and clouds and then refuse to stop and ask for directions.
      
      Other reasons why Santa can't possibly be a man:
      
       - Men can't pack a bag.
       - Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.
       - Men don't answer their mail.
       - Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described even in jest as anything remotely resembling a "bowlful of jelly."
       - Men aren't interested in stockings unless somebody's wearing them.
       - Having to do the Ho Ho Ho thing would seriously inhibit their ability to pick up women.
       - Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment.

christmas joke_gift for men

buying gifts for men is not nearly as complicated as it is for women. Follow these rules and you should have no problems.
      
      Rule #1:
      When in doubt - buy him a cordless drill. It does not matter if he already has one. I have a friend who owns 17 and he has yet to complain. As a man, you can never have too many cordless drills. No one knows why.
      
      Rule #2:
      If you cannot afford a cordless drill, buy him anything with the word ratchet or socket in it. Men love saying those two words. "Hey George, can I borrow your ratchet?" "OK. By-the-way, are you through with my 3/8-inch socket yet?" Again, no one knows why.
      
      Rule #3:
      If you are really, really broke, buy him anything for his car, a 99 cent ice scraper, a small bottle of deicer or something to hang from his rear view mirror. Men love gifts for their cars. No one knows why.
      
      Rule #4:
      Never buy men bathrobes. Once I was told that if God had wanted men to wear bathrobes, he wouldn't have invented Jockey shorts.
      
      Rule #5:
      You can buy men new remote controls to replace the ones they have worn out. If you have a lot of money buy your man a big-screen TV with the little picture in the corner. Watch him go wild as he flips, and flips, and flips.
      
      Rule #6:
      Do not buy any man industrial-sized canisters of after-shave or deodorant. I'm told they do not stink - they are earthy.
      
      Rule #7:
      Buy men label makers. Almost as good as cordless drills. Within a couple of weeks there will be labels absolutely everywhere. "Socks. Shorts. Cups. saucers. Door. Lock. Sink." You get the idea. No one knows why. (ABSOLUTELY TRUE!!)
      
      Rule #8:
      Never buy a man anything that says "some assembly required" on the box. It will ruin his Special Day and he will always have parts left over. No one knows why.
      
      Rule #9:
      Good places to shop for men include Northwest Iron Works, Parr Lumber, Home Depot, John Deere, Valley RV Center, and Les Schwab Tire. (NAPA Auto Parts and Sears Clearance Centers are also excellent men's stores.) It doesn't matter if he doesn't know what it is. ("From NAPA Auto, eh? Must be something I need. Hey! Isn't this a starter for a '68 Ford Fairlane? Wow! thanks.")
      
      Rule #10:
      Men enjoy danger. That's why they never cook - but they will barbecue. (No one knows why) Get him a monster barbecue with a 100-pound propane tank. Tell him the gas line leaks. "Oh the thrill! The challenge! Who wants a hamburger?"
      
      Rule #11:
      Tickets to a Cowboys game are a smart gift. However, he will not appreciate tickets to "A Retrospective of 19th Century Quilts." Everyone knows why.
      
      Rule #12:
      Men love chain saws. Never, ever, buy a man you love a chain saw. If you don't know why - please refer to Rule #7 and what happens when he gets a label maker.
      
      Rule #13:
      It's hard to beat a really good wheelbarrow or an aluminum extension ladder. Never buy a real man a stepladder. It must be an extension ladder. No one knows why.
      
      Rule #14:
      Rope. Men love rope. It takes us back to our cowboy origins, or at least The Boy Scouts. Nothing says love like a hundred feet of 3/8" manila rope. No one knows why.

christmas joke_a perfect woman

once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met. After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their life was, of course "perfect."
      
      One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car (a SUV) along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress. Being the perfect couple they stopped to help.
      
      There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they were driving along delivering the toys.
      
      Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident. Only one of them survived the accident.
      
      Who was the survivor?
      
      The perfect woman survived. She's the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man.
      
      So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect woman must have been driving. This explains why there was an accident.

christmas joke_is there a santa?- for fun only

  1. Santa's Workload
      There are two billion children in the world, but since Santa doesn't appear to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, and Budist children, that reduces his workload to 15% of the total, or 300 million. At an average rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 85.7 million homes. Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different times zones and the rotation of the Earth, assuming he travels East to West. This works out to 767.9 visits per second. So for each household with good children, Santa has about 1/1,000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the presents, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, into the sleigh and move on to the next house."
      
      2. The Time/Distance Factor
      Assuming that these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the Earth, we're talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles.
      
      3. Calculation of Estimated Speed
      This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, or 3,000 times the speed of sound.
      
      4. Santa's Payload
      Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a mdeium-size Lego set (about two pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as "heavy." On land, normal reindeer could pull no more than 300 pounds, and even granting that flying reindeer could pull 10 times the normal amount, Santa's going to need 214,200 reindeer to pull his sleigh. This increases the payload to 353,430 tons, or four times the weight of the "Queen Elizabeth."
      
      Conclusion:
      A craft of 353,000 tons, traveling at 650 miles per second, creates enormous air resistance. This will heat up Mr. Claus and his sleigh like a spacecraft reentering Earth's atmosphere.
      
      Translation:
      If there is a Santa, he's toast.