a special award to all my 1st 200 follower~

just in five days after i put this entry my profile viewer raise 500 people.. OMG !! thanks goodness =)

ok i know i just have a 200 follower but this is my appreciate to u all my 1st 200 follower.. just in 3 month i have 200th follower and
18 900++ visitor at my blog n 4 100++ profile views.. ok guys take my award.. again sowi.. created it myself.. but i still want to give it to u all !!

a cute blog that i never know.. =P

date today 09 - 09 - 09 ( don't ask me why i put this date ok -thanks) =P



this message is from ANIM..

"blog laki yg plg cute pnh aku jmpe.ekekeke.."

girls.. my blog is cute huh ?? i don't know where is the point to says that my blog is cute.. i see my blog everyday and i always said " ah serabotnye blog ak !! "

so when u said that my blog is cute... i laugh anim... u are funny..~

ok niwey thanks yah...
n for all my follower n viewer please take this award and kad raye ok.. i know it's weird coz i created it myself but i still wanna give it to u all =P

............................. for all my blog VISITOR

.............................. my FOLLOWER

............................. special for my COMMENTER

............................. KAD HARI RAYA - to u all

hey girls.. do you hate to g0 to scho0l ??

If you HATE having to study for quizzes, tests, finals, anything....

BOOK
an object used as a coaster, increase the hight of small children, or increase the stability of poorly built furniture.
"where do you want me to put your drink?"
"oh, just leave it on top of that book."

HOMEWORK
Students should not spend more than 90 minutes per night. This time should be budgeted in the following manner:
-15 minutes looking for assignment
-11 minutes calling a friend for the assignment
-23 minutes explaining why the teacher is mean and just does not like children
-8 minutes in the bathroom
-10 minutes getting a snack
-7 minutes checking the TV Guide
-6 minutes telling parents that the teacher never explained the assignment
-10 minutes sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Mom or Dad to do the homework.

LONG TERM ASSIGNMENTS

These are given the night before they are due. This explains the name "long term". It is a long term commitment to time that begins at 9:30PM and ends at 1:30* - or later. It is important that the whole family is involved in the project. It is imperative that at least one family member races to 7eleven/24hoursshop for posterboard, and that at least one family member ends up in tears (does not have to be the student).

One parent needs to stay up and complete the project. The other parent needs to call the school and leave a message that the student is out sick. It is not necessary to have the student's name on the assignment.

*Props to Drew yah (^^,)

study + dying = studying

0h my goodness... ~

I found myself again under pressure to go out and go to my campus.. it so tiresome that i sometimes want to sleep and wake up no more. but, i know, waiting always has an essence. i just hope i could finish again

. i want to rest! every time classes open, i always feel restless. i need to be serious. i only have one 'opponent' here in campus and that is myself. i should compete to them(my classmate) and put my best foot forward if i dont' want to fail. i should. i really should.

towards this end ?? i think it is wrong if i would only say that studying is tedious, because infact, i had & i am having great times or fun as well! how? the competitions, the adrenaline rush every time i go up at the stage, the smile i give to my lovers and other people, the silly projects, and so many, many, many (as in many!) things!

that's one of the many reasons why we should be grateful to be given the opportunity to study...

i love to study but in the same time im dying.... (XX,)

'g0dbye' form the school ~

...................Sir Ghazali bin Omar in a mem0ries..................

I talked alone about...who knows what??... about 1 words- ‘goodbye’..I remembered back to when i was just a little boy.I remember the day that we met. U came into my class and introduced your name and teach us English.. but now just thinking about you, I closed ma eyes and let alone seeing you in my mind, felt so glorious as emotions so intense.. made me feel like…(speechless-sori)! You were so kind and simple, not to mention your clean face...

This story is about my Allahyarham Sir Ghazali

he is died at 9.40pm,Wednesday 22 of july 2009..

death reason : severe pneumonia …

He is the 6^th who is saying goodbye and they all have a connection with ma school..

1^st- Mohsin(my senior) ……………….may 09

2^nd-Hamzani’s(my batch) dad.. …………..may 09

3^rd-Ummi Halimatun(my bm teacher).. ………..14^th may 09

4^th-Muhammad Ammar(classmate).. …………..10^th jun 09

5^th-Afifi’s(classmate) br0ther.. …………………jun 09

And the latest

6^th-Sir Ghazali(my bi teacher)……..22 july 09

latest news(edit)

7th-Sir Zainuddin(my khb teacher)..10 sept 09

Family…(big family)

1^st-ma grandmother’s brother………feb 09

2^nd-aunty-in-law for ma aunty ……..march 09

3^rd-ma aunty’s causin …………april 09

people always said to me “Okay, you need to say goodbye now because you aren't going to be able to see them again." Guys just don't understand!! I was so close to losing it! I fought back tears harder than ever now. I told myself over and over, "No, I'm sure we'll be able to see them again before they leaves, of course we will! No, I'll see them again," but it was useless. My wishfull thinking couldn't change ALLAH's plan. It was His plan, so it had to be the right one, I just couldn't help but wish there was a different option. I don't remember what I did or said. I don't know if we hugged, or if I even remembered to say goodbye, but either way, it was goodbye. Goodbye ummi Halimatun.. Muhammad Ammar.. and Sir Ghazali !!! My wishfull thinking couldn't change anything… and im soo sad but i freely admitted my fated~

for anybody who is thinking that this year is ‘the year of the death’ coz of what happened in your life, you can share with me your story.. coz we got a same fated…~

smart or nuts ??

Karangan Terbaik UPSR 2007

Karangan budak darjah 4-

Pagi itu pagi minggu. Cuaca cukup sejuk sehingga mencapai takat suhu beku. Sebab itu saya tidak mandi pagi sebab air kolah jadi air batu dan air paip tidak mahu keluar sebab beku di dalam batang paip. Pagi itu saya bersarapan dengan keluarga di dalam unggun api kerana tidak tahan sejuk. Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya menemaninya ke pasar. Tetapi saya tidak mahu.

Selepas emak menikam perut saya berkali-kali dengan garfu barulah saya bersetuju untuk mengikutnya. Kami berjalan sejauh 120 kilometer kerana pasar itu letaknya 128 kilometer dari rumah. Lagi 8 kilometer nak sampai pasar saya ternampak sebuah lori kontena meluru dengan laju dari arah belakang. Dia melanggar emak saya. Emak saya tercampak ke dalam gaung. Dia menjerit *#@&adoi$%*^&#. Lepas itu emak saya naik semula dan mengejar lori tersebut. Saya pun turut berlari di belakang emak saya kerana takut emak saya melanggar lori itu pula. Pemandu lori itu nampak kami mengejarnya. Dia pun memecut lebih laju iaitu sama dengan kelajuan cahaya. Kami pula terpaksa mengejar dengan lebih laju iaitu sama dengan dua kali ganda kelajuan cahaya. Emak saya dapat menerajang tayar depan lori itu. Lori itu terbabas dan melanggar pembahagi jalan lalu bertembung dengan sebuah feri. Feri itu terbelah dua. Penumpang feri itu yang seramai 100 orang semuanya mati.

Pemandu feri itu sangat marah. Dia pun bertukar menjadi Ultraman dan memfire pemandu lori. Pemandu lori menekan butang khas di dalam lori dia..lori itu bertukar menjadi robot Transformer. Mereka bergaduh di udara. Emak saya tidak puas hati. Dia pun terus menyewa sebuah helikopter di Genting Highlands dan terus ke tempat kemalangan. Dia melanggar pemandu feri yang telah bertukar menjadi Ultraman itu. Pemandu feri itu terkejut dan terus bertukar menjadi pemandu feri semula lalu terhempas ke jalanraya. Pemandu feri itu pecah. Pemandu lori sangat takut melihat kejadian itu. Dia meminta maaf dari emak saya. Dia menghulurkan tangan ingin bersalam. Tetapi emak saya masih marah. Dia menyendengkan helikopternya dan mengerat tangan pemandu lori itu dengan kipas helikopter. Pemandu lori itu menjerit *#@&adoi$%*^&# dan jatuh ke bumi.

Emak say menghantar helikopter itu ke Genting Highlands. Bila dia balik ke tempat kejadian, dia terus memukul pemandu lori itu dengan beg tangannya sambil memarahi pemandu lori itu di dalam bahasa Inggeris. Pemandu lori itu tidak dapat menjawab sebab emak saya cakap orang putih. Lalu pemandu lori itu mati. Tidak lama kemudian kereta polis pun sampai. Dia membuat laporan ke ibu pejabatnya tentang kemalangan ngeri itu. Semua anggota polis di pejabat polis itu terperanjat lalu mati.

Orang ramai mengerumuni tempat kejadian kerana ingin mengetahui apa yang telah terjadi. Polis yang bertugas cuba menyuraikan orang ramai lalu dia menjerit menggunakan pembesar suara. Orang ramai terperanjat dan semuanya mati. Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya ke pasar untuk mengelak lebih ramai lagi yang akan mati. Di pasar, emak saya menceritakan kejadian itu kepada penjual daging. Penjual daging dan peniaga-peniaga berhampiran yang mendengar cerita itu semuanya terkejut dan mati. Saya dan emak saya terus berlari balik ke rumah. Kerana terlalu penat sebaik saja sampai di rumah kami pun mati. Itulah kemalangan yang paling ngeri yang pernah saya lihat sebelum saya mati.