tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613238299308695582024-02-07T17:43:47.678+08:00ADAH PUGHMy Name Is Adah And I Love Cats.Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.comBlogger316125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-82449308695160857782012-01-03T19:04:00.000+08:002012-01-03T19:04:47.719+08:00Selamat Tahun BaruMy very first entry for 2012, though no one cares.<br />
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Holla 2012, I heard people are talking shit about you. Saying that you gonna be the last new year we would celebrate. People are talking shit about you dude. If I were in your shoes, I would kick them in their face and break their nose. Okay that sounds horrible. 2012, even though people bad mouthing about you, I hope you ain't treat me the way you treat them. Please don't break my heart. I shouldn't say this to you, I should pray to God please make me stronger to face 2012's upcoming troubles.<br />
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Overall in 2011, everything went balanced. There're some months where I feel so happy until I forget where I am. He treat me nicely and there're also some months where that motherfucker treat me so bad until I feel like cutting his head off. 2011 also were the best year where I finally found my happiness, which is here, at home. What do you deeply feel when you're in the middle of someone's relationship. Is it guilty? That was my most terrible moment ever in 2011, and I hope that everything will vanish in 2012. Please! To be honest until now I still can't forget what you guys did to me. It's awful.<br />
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I take back my words, smartphone did not kill anything. It depends on us, how we spend our time with the loved one. Okay this is so bias. <br />
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I hope Gemuk would get pregnant this year. HihiAdahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-17356198570472870852011-12-14T20:43:00.000+08:002011-12-14T20:43:26.595+08:00#6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAco-bzCfgedhTmF7VOr5KcCT06JdfFZoFmfkxJO9wrzofpoamQEL7XbrgWDArzF6VijIKxXml1koM5OQpAzgPYztLaTgc4LWxEawukXDpXKSFsp6zNXk_p9GBpoeYqzn1xXdz3Elrk8/s1600/DSC00251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQAco-bzCfgedhTmF7VOr5KcCT06JdfFZoFmfkxJO9wrzofpoamQEL7XbrgWDArzF6VijIKxXml1koM5OQpAzgPYztLaTgc4LWxEawukXDpXKSFsp6zNXk_p9GBpoeYqzn1xXdz3Elrk8/s320/DSC00251.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I am not that lucky, I am lucky but you're luckier than me. I wish I was you sometimes because you're not depending on anyone. You’re depending on yourself. Yes sometimes deep inside your broken heart you're lonely, because you need someone to cure all the wounds but you have to be grateful to Him because He let you live your life by not depending on others. Unlike me who just too broke to break up. Yes, I admit. I am too broke and that is why I need someone to fill up everything for me. It's not like we're using people, it's just one brilliant way for a better life. <br />
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Goodbye is the hardest, but if you really want to please wait until my SPM ends, then we'll go to our own path. I'd choose the other road where we'll not meet each other anymore and you'll be free, for good.<br />
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There is no point putting my cats picture into this post. HehhAdahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-13604285415931119152011-12-05T20:05:00.000+08:002011-12-05T20:05:05.460+08:00#5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSCHcfCGzO9yo46mL8koYL6hF5C3eSJFoZdD6bPvFikqLWExdTs29YZmX-kQoKFP5L-FCBbkWNZMqfBpBemo-wEGs7j262pZyClcDn0w6nQqJR7WiBHYRmJfP7cNXXkQeSTutfaoAgA8/s1600/DSC00245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnSCHcfCGzO9yo46mL8koYL6hF5C3eSJFoZdD6bPvFikqLWExdTs29YZmX-kQoKFP5L-FCBbkWNZMqfBpBemo-wEGs7j262pZyClcDn0w6nQqJR7WiBHYRmJfP7cNXXkQeSTutfaoAgA8/s320/DSC00245.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Assalamualaikum.<br />
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Aku ada empat ekor kucing, sebenarnya lima tetapi Anje Seyh dah arwah. RIP Anje. Antara empat ekor ini, aku paling <i>ngam</i> dengan Putih atau nama timang-timangannya '<i>Jerry</i>'<br />
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Bulan lepas, dia sakit pada bahagian belakang, atau dalam bahasa kasarnya <i>JUBO</i>. Bernanah tempat tu, aku letak minyak gamat aje. Dalam dua hari dah okay. Hampir ke klinik, mak nasihat sapu minyak aje. Kos perubatan agak tinggi. <br />
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Baru dua hari lepas, aku perasan perubahan Putih. Dia mula tak makan dan lemah sahaja. Kemudian, semalam aku tengok dia dah terbaring dan air liur penuh di mulut. Malahan, air mata beliau berlinangan. Aku terus bawa dia tidur dengan aku malam itu. Aku tak tidur, aku jaga dia. Dia membuang najisnya di cadar kesayangan aku pun, aku tak kisah. <br />
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Jam 6.20 pagi, aku keluar dan buka pintu pagar rumah. Aku nak bakar cadar aku yang dah kotor tu. Mak pula terbangun dan dia kata 'Harini kita bawa Utih pergi klinik ya' Dalam jam 3 aku pergi Klinik di Ayer Keroh. <br />
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Doktor kata Utih kena virus yang paling teruk sekali. Doctor inject Utih dan bagi beliau ubat antibiotik. Doktor bagi ubat pil dan air antibiotik. Sehari sekali. Pil ada lima biji, lima hari sahaja. Dalam kereta, Utih mengiauu kasihan. Jika Utih sihat, mulut dia yang paling memekak. <i>Humphhh I miss his voice</i> <br />
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Utih, please play like usual. I miss you. So much.<br />
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:)Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-21296011130145675382011-12-02T21:36:00.000+08:002011-12-02T21:36:40.124+08:00#4Oh myy, what happen to me? My mind, body and soul is unbalance and not well functioning. I am fucking unstable until you can found there's a lot of typo in my writing. Distinctly shows that I'm not okay. I cursed a lot and turned out to be someone who really negative. I'm no more positive like before. I think too much maybe. People easily said “babe, you need rest” that was so easy to give such advise but do they know that our mind will never stop thinking and our heartbeat never rest until we die. I tell you one thing, it is hard to be a woman.Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-22266312877851920652011-11-30T15:42:00.000+08:002011-11-30T15:42:30.133+08:00#3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZMU19SsGlhCz8Zwi-WlNY6R15pEvIUffmnu_DTR4e6PYFwM9e5yhMe84_T-ZU7K77QuXyc5nxKoKd6AFgvuid19GNcMVEnlUn8PFEY1lNwtlDNAazb9RCNzvLtC9IK4JZN9cNsPtAYWE/s1600/blackandwhite_53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="209" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZMU19SsGlhCz8Zwi-WlNY6R15pEvIUffmnu_DTR4e6PYFwM9e5yhMe84_T-ZU7K77QuXyc5nxKoKd6AFgvuid19GNcMVEnlUn8PFEY1lNwtlDNAazb9RCNzvLtC9IK4JZN9cNsPtAYWE/s320/blackandwhite_53.jpg" /></a></div><br />
With me and talk about big love<br />
I think we're superstars, you say you think we are the best thing<br />
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It really happen. I still remember you just a friend of mine, and I never thought it would really happen. I believe in love, I believe in you. Because you,<br />
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Just know<br />
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You just do.<br />
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And me, still remember the first day I know you, pretty awkward, I don't know you. Who the hell are you? And now, after few months knowing a man like no one would ever know, I know you. I feel so special, like no one could ever feel when be friend with you. You treat me nicely. I tell you honestly, I don't trust man. But you, you have all the answers why I trust you.<br />
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I love you.Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-88250489069064467452011-11-27T20:17:00.000+08:002011-11-27T20:17:21.918+08:00#2Please warn those smoking caterpillars to stop smoke, for my better health and bright future. Still in haze-.-'<br />
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Things were beginning to go out of control ever since that day where everything is finally cleared up. I don't think of you anymore nor do I ever want to. It feels great that you will no longer be the reason that affects my mood anymore.<br />
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Right after relationship problems are solved, family problems came in. I had a nasty argument with my mum and it really torn me apart but luckily I have people that care about me, who is such a great boyfriend who is willing to sit by the phone and listen to my problems through the phone which really made me feel a lot better after that. Thank you love!Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-62745962982725945972011-11-26T22:39:00.000+08:002011-11-26T22:39:07.426+08:00#1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEnJ3VETp2lfCzdkSJOAhH_Ym6gAC0oejYvT0rm-S-1iCHFZUjGFNccqMbHKf8IuKdPBx7dhTkadihWVfTVGmH9f0Cs9-T9x-rC0n03tC1fVVfm4i3kCNVQAHdSoQQ2bnQ9y4oa_uqbU/s1600/321610_299837223380218_100000618281647_1030838_2013759163_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEnJ3VETp2lfCzdkSJOAhH_Ym6gAC0oejYvT0rm-S-1iCHFZUjGFNccqMbHKf8IuKdPBx7dhTkadihWVfTVGmH9f0Cs9-T9x-rC0n03tC1fVVfm4i3kCNVQAHdSoQQ2bnQ9y4oa_uqbU/s320/321610_299837223380218_100000618281647_1030838_2013759163_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Anyone can make me happy by doing something special. <br />
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But, only someone can make me happy without doing anything <3<br />
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Goodnight peeps and I love you so much Mohammad Aizad :)Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-9213283176885009492011-11-26T21:55:00.000+08:002011-11-26T21:55:19.355+08:00The Last Day of 2011Days became weeks, and weeks morphed into year. 2011 eventually come to an end. <br />
I promised, I wanna end up my year with a broad smile :))) <br />
2011 is so contented, I wouldn't deny :) <br />
Guess that I've examined the ingredients of life, which are experiences :)<br />
Mak ayah, I promise 2012, I'll study smarter, harder and cut down on my activities. <br />
I'll concentrate fully on studies. I promise you ! <br />
I'll always remember : <br />
'' If your paths are meant to cross again in a few years, <br />
it will. But no one can predict what the future holds. ''<br />
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I wanna get straight A's and make it a perfection in my last Uniform exam.<br />
My school life is a wonderful ones. Being an activist in school makes my days :) <br />
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Remind..<br />
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'' A new year, a new start '' <br />
It's time to forget all the bad things and those sad memories in 2011 and only remember those joyful moments you spent with friends and family and your loved ones. It's also time to face new challenges, make some new friends and hang out with old buddies. Never forget those who are a big influence in you life especially friends. Finally, cry less and smile more. Cause a smile a day keeps EMO away. Stay pretty :))<br />
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I guess, I've given my overworked mind a break by immersing myself in relaxing life to recharge my batteries. 2011, It was like a speed hump on my journey reminding me to be present and to slow down because I was going too fast. Realized, pure and uninterrupted silence can work wonders for the soul.<br />
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Hahahah :D Life is not all about seriousness and spreadsheets.<br />
Syahadah still the same Syahadah. So makes an exquisite and unique figure calls.<br />
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:DAdahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-32871735627432276822011-10-19T17:39:00.002+08:002011-10-19T17:39:33.223+08:00So that awkward?1. It’s not an awkward moment when someone you fucking trust betray you.<br />
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2. It’s not an awkward moment when your bestfriend are the one who spreading all the rumors about you. Huarghhh yawning.<br />
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3. It’s not an awkward moment when people are judging your iman through the way you dressed and the way you talk. NEXT!<br />
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4. It’s not an awkward moment when people nowadays prefer to update all things about religion by using Facebook and Twitter just to impress people. Oh boring, next.<br />
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5. It’s not an awkward moment when there’s a lot of Munafik people outside.<br />
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6. It’s not an awkward moment when people underestimate your knowledge about your own religion.<br />
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It’s not an awkward moment anymore people, it’s a common things happen in our society. The next thing you’ll do to impress people is you solat in front of them. Show your iman to human, not to God. Your circle is the one who will judge you, not God. Do you need to tell the whole world that you’re praying 5 times complete? That’s riak but it’s not an awkward moment anymore. And one more thing not considered as awkward anymore is when someone you trust and loved most keep on judging and exaggerate stories about you. That’s common. Kak limah betul lah you all ni.<br />
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Yesterday still can be considered as past, we cannot play it back even if we can repeat it but it will be not same as yesterday. Just let go of what happen yesterday. Ask yourself, ISLAMKAH AKU? When people are already apologize to you and you’re the one who unwilling to forgive them. How Islam are you? Did you know that 3 hari tak bertegur sesama Islam adalah salah dalam Islam? Sorry, my language is a bit kelamkabut aiii fail jadi ustazah.<br />
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It’s better for you just to shut up and mind your own business rather than busy think of others problems. One more thing to be added, I never ask this people to interfere on my business. Pretty funny when someone are trying to fix everything for you, thanks dear but never mind I’ll do it alone. Maybe you want to impress someone you liked, but dear, who are you again?<br />
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Bless this fact, we’re IT generation. Everything is judged through Facebook and Twitter. We’re IT generation dude! People are more trusting the social networking and youtube rather than trusting the holy book. No offense here, I’m just saying facts that it’s not an awkward moment anymore if this scenery happens in your circle. I faced it already. How about you?Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-82974391397047404542011-10-09T18:01:00.000+08:002011-10-09T18:01:02.812+08:00HmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmI'm so so sleepy now.<br />
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And I've done alot of things. This week<br />
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- Get sick just for a day<br />
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- Manage borrow 2 book called "Marley and Me", " Vampire Diaries" for the first time and this year but just touches a few pages.<br />
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- Manage borrowed a new reference book and miss its due date. Awww T.T<br />
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- I manage to mess up my ROOM with my REFERENCE BOOKS and Note.. Etc etc<br />
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Seriously. It is stuck inside of phone. I misplace the hole. Something like that and accidenltly put the memory card into the wrong place then i had been stucked inside of my phone. And that really happened to me=.=<br />
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- Manage to enjoy the romantic scence at my school and it is like genting highland. Yeah<br />
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- Manage to saw some dudes playing under the romantic weather<br />
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- Manage to download all the song I wanted, just now.<br />
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- Manage to get my pen drives out of memory again. It is full again=.=" too many songs le<br />
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- Manage to solve the first page of a maths<br />
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- Get frightend in the night by thunderstorm. Not kidding<br />
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- Manage to missed Tom Estrada so bad. Well, that is including too :-DAdahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-2948880877282508662011-10-06T10:42:00.000+08:002011-10-06T10:42:03.665+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVNXYjb9bcfmqjYpvpJrQGy6iptV8whwg4porG5PLfTU4O54fDaBWiuWQ3WmPfDB9fXDOaQbweJzlAi2EdBArEnKfjxjNiJHItCaw0we91b-OB3-xp3_n0dh8ejnUtmTHUSu8yAHs438/s1600/yoko_ono___ocean_child_by_behindblueeyess-d2z66fi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVNXYjb9bcfmqjYpvpJrQGy6iptV8whwg4porG5PLfTU4O54fDaBWiuWQ3WmPfDB9fXDOaQbweJzlAi2EdBArEnKfjxjNiJHItCaw0we91b-OB3-xp3_n0dh8ejnUtmTHUSu8yAHs438/s320/yoko_ono___ocean_child_by_behindblueeyess-d2z66fi.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="post-1420 post type-post status-publish format-standard hentry category-uncategorized" id="post-1420"><div class="entry" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 1.9em; margin-bottom: 4em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><div style="margin-bottom: 2em; margin-top: 0.7em;">NAIVE NAIVE NAIVE. Am listening to The Kooks since been duped by someone who tend not to tell his wrongdoings towards this girl who luckily got hips that never lie.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2em; margin-top: 0.7em;">My hips is hundred thousand ribu ribu thousand better than you, they’ll never lie.</div><div><br />
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That's the moment everything change<br />
The whole situation changes<br />
Even my mood swing so easily<br />
Ewwwwwww when I became so SILLY-.-<br />
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Omg I must have gone out of my mind<br />
Why? The both of us became so good all of sudden<br />
What must I say!<br />
I think I believe in FATE.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Exam is just around the corner. Come on,</i></span>Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-4121847427223101802011-09-24T01:52:00.000+08:002011-09-24T01:52:58.242+08:00Macam ye ye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD8wkGidGc1-kCqGCfA_GLx27OYcmPRcf1gp7uhXPv5WVrqBwyNvxU2iIofAd-HirqblHyU71cVF5BMmbHGJ6lQBTQ03Q1y2PCgdswS_HGPbdYZ2skvp1esl5dAasvI57tWOF-czkGkI/s1600/298595_10150326759228118_527838117_8003374_1503652428_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD8wkGidGc1-kCqGCfA_GLx27OYcmPRcf1gp7uhXPv5WVrqBwyNvxU2iIofAd-HirqblHyU71cVF5BMmbHGJ6lQBTQ03Q1y2PCgdswS_HGPbdYZ2skvp1esl5dAasvI57tWOF-czkGkI/s320/298595_10150326759228118_527838117_8003374_1503652428_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanks for a lovely day! Thumbs for Johnny English :)</span>Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-15726177180754819372011-09-20T19:08:00.000+08:002011-09-20T19:08:17.564+08:00I need a break.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-WTG0sVquWgQXs4By6CEhnY7QbyIwXqMgUWDhunKozM9FiNgJFv06Rf6pTtMVaFyVtHYdpMCREqm-NYEr9Y2j8bYvi_b_fPpGZhZXLGFBTzKGdFWddeov8lSPl7M57SGzC6gHil_jzQ/s1600/tumblr_llmnogWO0j1qeeqaho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="224" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-WTG0sVquWgQXs4By6CEhnY7QbyIwXqMgUWDhunKozM9FiNgJFv06Rf6pTtMVaFyVtHYdpMCREqm-NYEr9Y2j8bYvi_b_fPpGZhZXLGFBTzKGdFWddeov8lSPl7M57SGzC6gHil_jzQ/s320/tumblr_llmnogWO0j1qeeqaho1_500.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Alright, I know I abandoned my blog for a long time.<br />
There are too many to update in this few months.<br />
Anyway, this will be a short update as I've already lost my so-called blogging mood.<br />
Urghh, latest update, view my facebook will do.<br />
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Don't mean to be emo, but life nowadays are dead boring.<br />
Final is coming in October, every morning when I open my eyes, STUDY.<br />
It's too much to study, A-levels is not that easy.<br />
I have chosen my path, and I will never give up, never disappoint my mum.<br />
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Sudden, my tiny voice keep whispering to me. I do miss my sis, Nabila Aziz. <br />
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Seriously. <br />
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You will never know, the feeling of saying goodbye to your close friends.<br />
She is friendly and caring.<br />
We are still keeping in touch now.<br />
We used to talk in the midnight until we both fall asleep together.<br />
I'm used to not doing any housework at home but don't know why I can feel the tiredness of my sister where she's the one who doing all the housework.<br />
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I appreciate her, till now.<br />
Thank you, my love :)<br />
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Ewwww, disgusting. im a empty bottle now, soooo empty.<br />
Dull life with exams.<br />
Oh come on 11th October.<br />
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That's all for now. Tired.Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-40582662952401533902011-09-19T08:07:00.000+08:002011-09-19T08:07:33.671+08:00Crap crap crapShit.<div>This blog's so dead.</div><div>Well, this post's supposed to be here few days ago but still I am so freakin free everyday doing nothing.</div><div>Yesterday was my KPP, called 'Kursus Permanduan Berhemat'. I am taking L and maybe P this year. </div><div>Today, I am alone at home. I was freakin fever since Friday. I am freakin sick of taking medicine everyday and freakin boring sit and home and doing nothing. Like mad!-.-</div><div>Shit, seriously. It is a damn boring days. </div><div>Untill the thought of watching movie alone hit me. But nah~ That's way too sad.</div><div>So, stoned at home..</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Cough cough all the time. I want my 'normal' body back. :(</span></div>Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-71117413473758296502011-09-12T19:04:00.000+08:002011-09-12T19:04:57.460+08:00.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Please be patient with me.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I'm so afraid to care about someone.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I know it seems like I'm strong girl who can get through everything.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>But inside, I'm very fragile. </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I've had so many things thrown at me and each one has only made a crack.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>What I'm afraid of is shattering.</i></span>Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-62441019464927012542011-09-11T00:12:00.001+08:002011-09-11T00:12:35.568+08:00So called t--eheeeeePart of soul, part of cells, part of blood, part of bones.<br />
Thou are chemicals.<br />
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Lost in green, and he's the only one I can see.<br />
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Damn, am I in love? :-DAdahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-2824862657028678082011-08-24T15:54:00.000+08:002011-08-24T15:54:30.599+08:00TodayYeah! Very punctual today. <br />
Get up early and ready to go to school at 6.45am<br />
Exactly, well done Syahadah :D<br />
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Swing! <br />
Maths is killing me. Anyone could save me? <br />
Why? Why can't I improve just a bit more in this bloody subject? <br />
Aren't you think it's so unfair to me? <br />
Why they have the brain for Maths but I do not have? <br />
What can I do?<br />
Screwed up :X <br />
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There's a necessity for me to do something! Urgently! <br />
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I'm worrying my Maths. Very anxious and frustrated.<br />
Gimme some suggestion, please. <br />
I do not want this A to fly away from me. <br />
This isn't what I want. <br />
It gonna ruin my entire hard work and great effort. <br />
I need help. <br />
I need a good tutor in Form 4 Maths syllabus! <br />
Sigh. Sob. Seek.<br />
Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-18088291380781847172011-08-19T17:01:00.000+08:002011-08-19T17:01:31.142+08:00Greetings! Ni hao ma people? <br />
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The feelings of feel alienated is still alive. Yesterday people are laughing at me because I don’t know what the hell are they talking about. I feel proud, because I’m naive. And naive is the now the new word for coolness, and awesomeness and of course glamorous. I don’t know why I am so in love with the brilliant tune, and make me looks so different than any other girl who dressed like me. I’m not like them, and I feel proud of it. Really, thank you for laughing.<br />
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A man should have more, and be more than his woman. I mean in terms of education, and anything that brings benefits for future, especially when it comes in financial. Oh man, you really need to think more than me. Please don’t get me wrong here. I don’t want to be the one who leads everything. Tell me who the hell in this world wants? Wikileaks sucks.<br />
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One thing I’m afraid most is, when I hate something, someday I will love it. And I’m scared one day I’ll be like him.<br />
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fuckthisfeelingasshole!Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-34036974108035503842011-08-14T14:12:00.000+08:002011-08-14T14:12:37.022+08:00Mubarak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRjYGDwTYuKOEErDY7DXhcIEMFsAhMb2QXLeXzTlkafnv-_w7BJ_65UoYiMyAb01Y2xiD2LMxXdoptiJ-N17GwOOGTvZzDNdCTHyncQxUd8OeVuCY_ojI70_TM_gUWi6rvhF2UeWPxr8/s1600/070720114110+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRjYGDwTYuKOEErDY7DXhcIEMFsAhMb2QXLeXzTlkafnv-_w7BJ_65UoYiMyAb01Y2xiD2LMxXdoptiJ-N17GwOOGTvZzDNdCTHyncQxUd8OeVuCY_ojI70_TM_gUWi6rvhF2UeWPxr8/s320/070720114110+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Oh I feel alienated because of certain unaccepted reasons that maybe come from my own weakness. And I’m getting uglier, day by day. I am now so miserable thinking of what will happen in future and who am I will be? Still, as an ignorance or someone who people know her existence?<br />
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Maybe not as what I thought I will be. Just keep going ADAH, you still got longgggg way to go. Kiss and hug to people who always support me, I feel so much appreciated. Have a blessed Ramadhan people.<br />
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And oh yea, I have met my mr.Saddam. ly awak :)<br />
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Love it, live it!<br />
Syahadah Aziz.Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-91966576600284342152011-08-10T17:03:00.000+08:002011-08-10T17:03:25.715+08:00hai mengantuknya sayaAssalamualaikum.<br />
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Hai. Bagaimana dengan hari Rabu anda? Berjalan seperti biasa? Saya harap begitu kerana hari Rabu saya menjengkelkan. Omputih ada <i>annoying orange</i>, saya ada <i>annoying weds</i>. Okay tak masuk.<br />
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Aku tertidur semasa peperiksaan berjalan. Mulanya dah set, setengah jam je tidur. Tengok tengok jam dah pukul 1.59. Mayygaaaaaadddd :( Terus terkocoh aku hitamkan paper sheet tu. Sempat dalam 10 soalan je. For sure fail. Baik aku minta maaf dulu dengan mak. Cikgu tak tolak ansur! Tapi memang salah aku. <br />
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Aku takkan tidur lambat lagi semasa minggu peperiksaan. <br />
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#dah kena batang hidung sendiriAdahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-38966381418073944122011-08-09T18:00:00.002+08:002011-08-09T18:00:19.719+08:00I act fun and loud. I laugh I smile I jump I shout I scream. All I wanna do is just to get rid of all the sadness in my heart. Its hard for me to breathe nowadays. Im so stressed out. Im so pissed off. Im tired of everything. Im finding life meaningless. Im finding everything will just fade away without us noticing.<br />
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I laugh out loud and everyone thinks I get crazy I am mad I am outta control. They just wouldnt know that actually right deep inside my heart is bleeding, my heart is crying. And I am scared that once I stop it, the pain will come out to the surface and I wont be able to keep the tears away. Im scared that I just cant stop myself from crying out loud. So I just laugh.<br />
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I am actually pretending that I am happy.<br />
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P/s: The happiest person you see everytime is the one who cry themselves to bed every night.Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-83754710575256438862011-08-03T20:56:00.001+08:002011-08-03T20:56:24.727+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFdJXqGXNaeYJIakwoLRYLhq9QwEAd8SldZe2iy9AdBjeKBhgASsX7CFn-Hxp4wj-g2aVvihIJjuzREHRqY79_CY-1eIRGu2f4AhDiZv34PiINEvl1L9a0uQGXc33aHxznMt6-5xQ6fw/s1600/DSC00090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFdJXqGXNaeYJIakwoLRYLhq9QwEAd8SldZe2iy9AdBjeKBhgASsX7CFn-Hxp4wj-g2aVvihIJjuzREHRqY79_CY-1eIRGu2f4AhDiZv34PiINEvl1L9a0uQGXc33aHxznMt6-5xQ6fw/s320/DSC00090.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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CATS, pain killer for the sickness of the world :)<br />
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Something tells me, I’m into something very good in something unnamed, something not everyone know, something not everyone have, something special and something stupid. I’m in a very good mood today because I know something that not everyone knows. It’s a secret between me and him, both from different planet, different world. My mind is moving speedily, and time goes the other way round. As time moving slowly, he’s revealing his secret to me.<br />
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Gracias TE and RIP Winehouse.Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561323829930869558.post-19588187426577826532011-08-01T13:05:00.000+08:002011-08-01T13:05:44.983+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1qmWG3sMgqD_wmB3RHnoKQJr1_Fs7ObPXDmfyzewoV5I9ta623yGhTPOvsHkenSCl_ZK9Z77TOitp-RFG6FYljViRRV7upgH5uaGVieQ_KCRV1FOBxXLb5m5K3PIT_5KDxdJO28EPBg/s1600/185314_255451561133785_100000068305347_1058418_3651544_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1qmWG3sMgqD_wmB3RHnoKQJr1_Fs7ObPXDmfyzewoV5I9ta623yGhTPOvsHkenSCl_ZK9Z77TOitp-RFG6FYljViRRV7upgH5uaGVieQ_KCRV1FOBxXLb5m5K3PIT_5KDxdJO28EPBg/s320/185314_255451561133785_100000068305347_1058418_3651544_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Farahin Abu, Noor Azni Natasha <br />
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Naufal, my old friend. Jumpa balik! Hehe<br />
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Noor Azni Natasha. Love you girlfriend muacksss :*<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Phew. What a day, girls!</span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em;">Thanks for cheering me up babe, you guys are so cool and awesomeee. and pretty too yo! It was a good day, and this is the day I’ll cherish forever. Love you.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em;">There’s a thin line you couldn’t see between these two paragraph. Between love and hate, there’s me on the middle. Happy Sabtuday people, let’s have some more fun today. Oh by the way, my weekends is damn awesome. How about you? :)</div>Adahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12637259363559926329noreply@blogger.com0