Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Screw the peril-ness of literature
As I moved on into the world of writing, I realised writers have the least freedom, when writing itself is the only way to convey freedom. And those writing in such manner that they would predict the day they would die with a bullet in their heads? How useful you are as a writer to the community, how educated we seemed to people, and how educated people seemed to criticised us to the core is the fundamental base to publishing your thoughts to the world. Never obey a crooked instinct, and I’ve learned it the hard way.
Bulldrop this thought. I lived in an eggy fairytale world. My freedom is beyond the capability of the maximum angle literature can bend.
Words were once thought to be a conveyer, but with added flowers and spices and a little bit of cheese, it shows that cows in the fields are the Swiss army knives of the farm.
Those taking it to a higher level? Printed names?
We can’t tell you exactly what the future holds-only prophets or madmen truly know the future, and we authors are overqualified for one of those positions and under qualified for the other. So, we place our reputation in a certain amount of peril, making moderately educated guesses about the biology, physics, chemistry, art and medicine of tomorrow. We did this for two reasons: someone had to, and we needed the money.
But do take note that we can express our discomfort and unhappiness about ancient predictions and whatever has become of today.
Long time ago, we used to have bulls pulling our carts, then we rides horses, and to think that after all the technological advances we’ve achieved, we designed polluting mobile machines that would certainly give mechanical problems to your physics teacher, making him attending class late because of his frequent visits to the workshop when we could have our carts pulled by giant genetically engineered lobsters instead...
“See what I mean?”
Bulldrop this thought. I lived in an eggy fairytale world. My freedom is beyond the capability of the maximum angle literature can bend.
Words were once thought to be a conveyer, but with added flowers and spices and a little bit of cheese, it shows that cows in the fields are the Swiss army knives of the farm.
Those taking it to a higher level? Printed names?
We can’t tell you exactly what the future holds-only prophets or madmen truly know the future, and we authors are overqualified for one of those positions and under qualified for the other. So, we place our reputation in a certain amount of peril, making moderately educated guesses about the biology, physics, chemistry, art and medicine of tomorrow. We did this for two reasons: someone had to, and we needed the money.
But do take note that we can express our discomfort and unhappiness about ancient predictions and whatever has become of today.
Long time ago, we used to have bulls pulling our carts, then we rides horses, and to think that after all the technological advances we’ve achieved, we designed polluting mobile machines that would certainly give mechanical problems to your physics teacher, making him attending class late because of his frequent visits to the workshop when we could have our carts pulled by giant genetically engineered lobsters instead...
“See what I mean?”
Sunday, July 18, 2010
A midnight insanity after reading an ancient Enigma
I hate what the biblical film epics did to the Egyptians, the brutal image portrayed, using the enormous task story of gangs of slaves when there is no absolute evidence suggesting the myth of such massive enterprise, which seems like a colossal waste of time and energy. Have Vatican I no clue of astronomy? Ancient racism is blasphemy. Of such stories written by Europeans when they're still primitive compared to the highly religious and advanced Egyptians, and we've taken to account such edited work, thousands of years later? How mentally brutal can old civilizations get to up-glow themselves, categorized such people of extreme reserved, who kept the inner mysteries from all but their chosen initiates, of motives of sciences incorporated in religion.
We can only sit, and ponder yet again upon words of drunken 2000 year old man, absorb good will into our hearts, waiting for Judgement day....which I hope no ancient envious writers who have done such damage would follow upon and leading us where we should be going....
Or the libraries in heaven are nothing more comparable than the KL National Library, useless as its appearance and smell.
If we were to be lied to in heaven, then prepare yourself to invade the reset button, where our souls could teleport to another planet capable of supporting life, and start over...and time travel, visiting 'us' in ancient times, further support their technological advances, like the AVP movie (except for the sacrificial ceremonies), and establish a communion of inter-galactic Christianity, a Vatican IV perhaps, and an anti-Christ of the dark side like Star Wars...where then we encourage war, but reduced by an intergalactic version of a reformed "Flower-Power", and play Elvis, The Blues Brothers and John Lee Hooker throughout space, stopping at a galactic cheeseburger stand on a moon in a distance galaxy, light travel to your nearest church, where you'll hear a archeological proven old testament, and eat glowing holy breads and radioactive sacramental wine...
What, we already have a Robin Hood in space...and walkie talkies!
And how dusty history books you dig up behind your shelves in the middle of the night could bring such insanity, blogging like a comic character owned by Graham Annable…
We can only sit, and ponder yet again upon words of drunken 2000 year old man, absorb good will into our hearts, waiting for Judgement day....which I hope no ancient envious writers who have done such damage would follow upon and leading us where we should be going....
Or the libraries in heaven are nothing more comparable than the KL National Library, useless as its appearance and smell.
If we were to be lied to in heaven, then prepare yourself to invade the reset button, where our souls could teleport to another planet capable of supporting life, and start over...and time travel, visiting 'us' in ancient times, further support their technological advances, like the AVP movie (except for the sacrificial ceremonies), and establish a communion of inter-galactic Christianity, a Vatican IV perhaps, and an anti-Christ of the dark side like Star Wars...where then we encourage war, but reduced by an intergalactic version of a reformed "Flower-Power", and play Elvis, The Blues Brothers and John Lee Hooker throughout space, stopping at a galactic cheeseburger stand on a moon in a distance galaxy, light travel to your nearest church, where you'll hear a archeological proven old testament, and eat glowing holy breads and radioactive sacramental wine...
What, we already have a Robin Hood in space...and walkie talkies!
And how dusty history books you dig up behind your shelves in the middle of the night could bring such insanity, blogging like a comic character owned by Graham Annable…
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Elwood Blues
"No pharmaceutical product could ever equal the rush you get when the band hits that groove, the people are dancing, shouting, and swaying, and the house is rocking!" [...]
"You may go if you wish. But remember this: walk away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills, your vocations; leaving the next generation with nothing but recycled, digitally-sampled techno-grooves, quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo-songs of violence-laden gangsta-rap, acid pop, and simpering, saccharine, soulless slush. Depart now and you forever separate yourselves from the vital American legacies of Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, Blind Boy Fuller, Louie Jordon, Little Walter, Big Walter, Sonnyboy Williamson I and II, Otis Redding, Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Lieber and Stoller, and Robert K. Weiss".
"Who is Robert K. Weiss?"
"Turn your backs now and you snuff out the fragile candles of Blues, R&B and Soul, and when those flames flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished because the music which has moved mankind through seven decades leading to the millennium will whither and die on the vine of abandonment and neglect".
-Elwood Blues-
"You may go if you wish. But remember this: walk away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills, your vocations; leaving the next generation with nothing but recycled, digitally-sampled techno-grooves, quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo-songs of violence-laden gangsta-rap, acid pop, and simpering, saccharine, soulless slush. Depart now and you forever separate yourselves from the vital American legacies of Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, Blind Boy Fuller, Louie Jordon, Little Walter, Big Walter, Sonnyboy Williamson I and II, Otis Redding, Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Lieber and Stoller, and Robert K. Weiss".
"Who is Robert K. Weiss?"
"Turn your backs now and you snuff out the fragile candles of Blues, R&B and Soul, and when those flames flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished because the music which has moved mankind through seven decades leading to the millennium will whither and die on the vine of abandonment and neglect".
-Elwood Blues-
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Cake
Just to let you people know...
That it's possible...
to try making pandan cake...
and suddenly end up with a cheese cake...
eventhough you got your ingredients right...
for Hasvinder Kaur and Farhana Nohrin...
:)
That it's possible...
to try making pandan cake...
and suddenly end up with a cheese cake...
eventhough you got your ingredients right...
for Hasvinder Kaur and Farhana Nohrin...
:)
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Kabus dan Kabut
Aku masih ingat hari aku belajar perbezaan antara kabus dengan kabut
Lava: Cikgu, kabus dengan kabut tuh ape bezanyer?
Cikgu: Kabus tuh jadi kat lebih 1000m, kabut tuh kurang darr 1000m, selalunyer terbentuk kat laut..
Lava :Abis, apesal pulak name dier lain2?
Cikgu: Tempat lain, name dier lain..
Lava: Jadik, kalo kat sini azmi, kat US ezmi? (wakakakaka)
Cikgu: Ialah...kalo luar gunung berapi tuh lava, kalau dalam gunung berapi tuh namenyer magma....
Lava:........
Kamie: padan muker kaw!
Lava: Cikgu, kabus dengan kabut tuh ape bezanyer?
Cikgu: Kabus tuh jadi kat lebih 1000m, kabut tuh kurang darr 1000m, selalunyer terbentuk kat laut..
Lava :Abis, apesal pulak name dier lain2?
Cikgu: Tempat lain, name dier lain..
Lava: Jadik, kalo kat sini azmi, kat US ezmi? (wakakakaka)
Cikgu: Ialah...kalo luar gunung berapi tuh lava, kalau dalam gunung berapi tuh namenyer magma....
Lava:........
Kamie: padan muker kaw!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Drain
Mom’s cousin brought back a new girlfriend, and boy how annoying that 23 year old woman was. Visiting sucks. There’s nothing much in Tampin, just a large area filled with old, half abandoned kampongs. Irritated, I burst out all swears that I can swear out. With mummy busy with visiting, I decided to sneak out, and explore the boredom of whatever that’s still standing.
And so I begin my ‘journey’, carrying a bag filled with my wallet, phone, food, a book and a bottle of water. As I was walking in that small town, I decided to take a detour, entering a small road behind the shops, leading to a small kampong, barely filled with people, and oh so usang. The houses were all made of wood; some were as clear as no more. The kampong was not maintained anymore, so, the nearby hutan is taking over.And so, being female, I decided to enter the kampong, walking on its main road, passing by every old house. After a short while, I reached the end of the kampong, facing a hutan. There, where I was standing, was an old wooden house, where an old granny came out, and said “Nak, buat apo rayao-rayao?” “Tengok-tengok je nek” “Kalo cam tuh, kalo nampak harimao, jangan tegur, jangan buat bising tau, buat tak taw eh, tak mo tegor-tegor” (My dear Malay friends, you know what she meant).
After having her creeping me out, I decided to enter the hutan, just to look around, without knowing that my geographical instincts was about to get me into real trouble. I saw a tree with a fruit that is adable, I don’t know its name, but it taste like passion fruit (grandma taught me). Then, something caught my eye, moving, it was a biawak, huge fella. Came down, and I approach the creature. Realising that action, the giant lizard darted of, fast. I chased it, without thinking. As I was running, I step into a dent, which turned out to be a huge hole. The hole was deep, and the fall was hard. My head went spiny for a while. I rolled up to my back, moving my legs and arms, then my neck, to check if there’s anything broken. Got up, to check for any injuries, none. I look up, and around. It turns out I fell into some sort of a drain. I was in this cubicle concrete structure, all dried up, and with its surface covered with plants, which explains why I didn’t realise its existence. I tried reaching my hands to the top, jumping as high as I could, but with no luck, it was deep. There were no cracks or jolts to help me up and after 15 minutes shouting for help, I realise it was pointless. I knew I was stuck, for sure. There was no way out. I sat, feeling hungry; grab a bite of whatever I had in my bag. I was hoping for someone to find me, but I am aware of how hopeless it was, who would enter an abandoned mini-hutan anyway, no one knows the drain was there.
But I wasn’t afraid. I found it extremely weird that I was not afraid. I should be, fear is the key to survival, makes you think. I was fonder with my curiosity about the drain, its unfamiliar structure, how it resembles nothing like modern drainage systems, how old and decomposing the concrete is, how it tunnels both on my left and right. After spending an hour in there, I decided to find a way out myself. If I can’t go up, then I’ll get out sideways, the drain will surely lead me somewhere. Thus, I followed the tunnel. It was getting dark, and I know I have to move fast before I lose precious daylight. I reached to the other end, deposited in another cubicle of useless concrete. I move on, continuing into the tunnel, reaching another cubicle. I was lucky as the walls were cracked opened by roots of trees, growing through the walls of the concrete. I decided to use the roots to climb up, placing my hands and feet progressively. Trust me; it wasn’t as easy as it is in the movies. I spent half an hour trying to climb out. Once I got out, I look out for a long stick, using it to trek the hutan, making sure I would not fall into anything anymore. I used my bearing I learned from Pn.Rusmarini and especially Cikgu Azmi, identifying where the sun sets, the gradient of the slants and identifying the tree that I might have cross by (and boy I was useless at those skills). I know I should move a roughly minus 25 of west (thanks again Cikgu Azmi for applying that habit into us). Finally, I got out, facing an extremely old house, a part of the kampong the hutan successfully taken over. I follow the path which leads me to the main road of the kampong, and out. I took the small road out from behind the shops, entered the town, and back home. It was already 6 in the evening, or so. My mom went hysterical; I can’t answer her calls, can I? There was no signal. I could not tell her I snuck out, entered an abandoned kampong, chased a lizard into the hutan, and got stuck in a hole.
“Errmmm...I went for cendol mummy, in town...and got caught up with football on TV, sorry”
Went into the bathroom, I checked for scratches and such. I was proud I didn’t injure myself, after a fall like that, I could have broken something. Then, I saw a dried twig tangled in my hair. While attempting to get it out, it scraped the skin of my finger. There goes my record.
After a hot shower back in KL, the shivers start to kick in. I wasn’t scared before. I was too busy thinking about getting out, getting my bearings, wondering about such a huge, unfamiliar of a drain in the middle of a thick bush pat, what was it doing there and such. I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that I was stuck, or might get eaten by wild animals, or die of starvation, or maybe it might have rained, or that it might be too late when people already found me. The thoughts which I left aside came back, and boy was I scared!
I was very lucky. It could have become serious. Thus, I would like to thank Cikgu Azmi for the skills, Artemis, Goddess of the maidens for protecting me, Athena, goddess of wisdom for my actions, Odin, for my bravery, Christ, for my realisations and for making me love myself and Semangat for not making me nature’s food. My friends, who cared about me and the poor, lonely, undiscovered longkang.
And lastly, my dear teacher, Nehemiah Trot, who kept me going throughout the entire moment, keeping me sane, encouraging me to continue planning, which help my survival. I never got lost in a jungle before, and this was my first, even though it wasn’t really a jungle, something I like to call a mini-hutan. You can write that down and nailed it on whoever’s door, I shall write. I am definitely proud to be your young Alexander. Thus, I dedicated this post for you.
And so I begin my ‘journey’, carrying a bag filled with my wallet, phone, food, a book and a bottle of water. As I was walking in that small town, I decided to take a detour, entering a small road behind the shops, leading to a small kampong, barely filled with people, and oh so usang. The houses were all made of wood; some were as clear as no more. The kampong was not maintained anymore, so, the nearby hutan is taking over.And so, being female, I decided to enter the kampong, walking on its main road, passing by every old house. After a short while, I reached the end of the kampong, facing a hutan. There, where I was standing, was an old wooden house, where an old granny came out, and said “Nak, buat apo rayao-rayao?” “Tengok-tengok je nek” “Kalo cam tuh, kalo nampak harimao, jangan tegur, jangan buat bising tau, buat tak taw eh, tak mo tegor-tegor” (My dear Malay friends, you know what she meant).
After having her creeping me out, I decided to enter the hutan, just to look around, without knowing that my geographical instincts was about to get me into real trouble. I saw a tree with a fruit that is adable, I don’t know its name, but it taste like passion fruit (grandma taught me). Then, something caught my eye, moving, it was a biawak, huge fella. Came down, and I approach the creature. Realising that action, the giant lizard darted of, fast. I chased it, without thinking. As I was running, I step into a dent, which turned out to be a huge hole. The hole was deep, and the fall was hard. My head went spiny for a while. I rolled up to my back, moving my legs and arms, then my neck, to check if there’s anything broken. Got up, to check for any injuries, none. I look up, and around. It turns out I fell into some sort of a drain. I was in this cubicle concrete structure, all dried up, and with its surface covered with plants, which explains why I didn’t realise its existence. I tried reaching my hands to the top, jumping as high as I could, but with no luck, it was deep. There were no cracks or jolts to help me up and after 15 minutes shouting for help, I realise it was pointless. I knew I was stuck, for sure. There was no way out. I sat, feeling hungry; grab a bite of whatever I had in my bag. I was hoping for someone to find me, but I am aware of how hopeless it was, who would enter an abandoned mini-hutan anyway, no one knows the drain was there.
But I wasn’t afraid. I found it extremely weird that I was not afraid. I should be, fear is the key to survival, makes you think. I was fonder with my curiosity about the drain, its unfamiliar structure, how it resembles nothing like modern drainage systems, how old and decomposing the concrete is, how it tunnels both on my left and right. After spending an hour in there, I decided to find a way out myself. If I can’t go up, then I’ll get out sideways, the drain will surely lead me somewhere. Thus, I followed the tunnel. It was getting dark, and I know I have to move fast before I lose precious daylight. I reached to the other end, deposited in another cubicle of useless concrete. I move on, continuing into the tunnel, reaching another cubicle. I was lucky as the walls were cracked opened by roots of trees, growing through the walls of the concrete. I decided to use the roots to climb up, placing my hands and feet progressively. Trust me; it wasn’t as easy as it is in the movies. I spent half an hour trying to climb out. Once I got out, I look out for a long stick, using it to trek the hutan, making sure I would not fall into anything anymore. I used my bearing I learned from Pn.Rusmarini and especially Cikgu Azmi, identifying where the sun sets, the gradient of the slants and identifying the tree that I might have cross by (and boy I was useless at those skills). I know I should move a roughly minus 25 of west (thanks again Cikgu Azmi for applying that habit into us). Finally, I got out, facing an extremely old house, a part of the kampong the hutan successfully taken over. I follow the path which leads me to the main road of the kampong, and out. I took the small road out from behind the shops, entered the town, and back home. It was already 6 in the evening, or so. My mom went hysterical; I can’t answer her calls, can I? There was no signal. I could not tell her I snuck out, entered an abandoned kampong, chased a lizard into the hutan, and got stuck in a hole.
“Errmmm...I went for cendol mummy, in town...and got caught up with football on TV, sorry”
Went into the bathroom, I checked for scratches and such. I was proud I didn’t injure myself, after a fall like that, I could have broken something. Then, I saw a dried twig tangled in my hair. While attempting to get it out, it scraped the skin of my finger. There goes my record.
After a hot shower back in KL, the shivers start to kick in. I wasn’t scared before. I was too busy thinking about getting out, getting my bearings, wondering about such a huge, unfamiliar of a drain in the middle of a thick bush pat, what was it doing there and such. I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that I was stuck, or might get eaten by wild animals, or die of starvation, or maybe it might have rained, or that it might be too late when people already found me. The thoughts which I left aside came back, and boy was I scared!
I was very lucky. It could have become serious. Thus, I would like to thank Cikgu Azmi for the skills, Artemis, Goddess of the maidens for protecting me, Athena, goddess of wisdom for my actions, Odin, for my bravery, Christ, for my realisations and for making me love myself and Semangat for not making me nature’s food. My friends, who cared about me and the poor, lonely, undiscovered longkang.
And lastly, my dear teacher, Nehemiah Trot, who kept me going throughout the entire moment, keeping me sane, encouraging me to continue planning, which help my survival. I never got lost in a jungle before, and this was my first, even though it wasn’t really a jungle, something I like to call a mini-hutan. You can write that down and nailed it on whoever’s door, I shall write. I am definitely proud to be your young Alexander. Thus, I dedicated this post for you.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Pendidikan Sivik dan Kewarganegaraan
Hari nih, aku hadir jenazah sedara kawan aku....lepas tuh, adelah seekor kucing hitam langkah mayat arwah sedara kawan aku tuh...lepas tuh, mayat tuh bangun, terkejut aku,dan dier pon tanyer semuer yang hadir...
"Aper korang bacer2 nih?"
Patutlah cikgu-cikgu sivik menekankan kepentingan belajar pantang larang tuh....benda2 yg termaktub dlm buku teks kiterorg tuh merupakan fakta yang tepat dan benar....
"Aper korang bacer2 nih?"
Patutlah cikgu-cikgu sivik menekankan kepentingan belajar pantang larang tuh....benda2 yg termaktub dlm buku teks kiterorg tuh merupakan fakta yang tepat dan benar....
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Kronologi Kisah nyanyuk Sharifah Mariam
Sharifah Mariam hari ini merupakan hari yg menakutkan.. aku terlupa aku letak kunci store atas boot krete.. lps tu bwk krete smpai slayang mall... nasib baik kunci tk jatuh... fuhh.. kalu tk abis la... huhuhu
Kamilia Sharir: kau memang!!bawak kreta pon salah lane!!BHAYA=/
Aziah Sulaiman :Mayam mmg budk yg sgt nyany0k,haha [via Celcom SMS]
Sharifah Mariam: aku blaja dari pengalamn... bkn mcm ko... tk penah blaja.. hahaha (mayam)
cammy,betoi3!!!!!aku ingt dh smpai ajal aku...
ngeri kowt,,,but klakar pown de gak....hakhak.... (sarah)
Kamilia Sharir :tu laaa pasal...dah la tak sampai 2 minggu nak spm time tuh..kalau tak...tak dpt la aku
nak meneruskan cita2 aku jd geologist...huhu=/ dah kembali ke bumi dah...
Thelava Tsugu: mariam...park kreta lupa kuncikan kreta...org dah bawak lari kreta tuh, lepas 4 tahun baru la "eh eh....kreta dah hilang..
.Kamilia Sharir :mayam mmg!!!mule lupe kunci kreta..pastuh bawak kreta in wrong lane pastuh letak kunci store atas kreta =.=!!kronology kisah nyanyuk mariam...
Thelava Tsugu: HAHA Kamie...betoi!!!
.Kamilia Sharir: see my wall!!!hahaha=P
Sarah Syahida: haha!!!!mayam mmg cepat lupa..nnti klu die g kuar ngan ank dier..ank2 dier gak dier lupa...hakhak..penyakit merbahaya...
.Kamilia Sharir: sarah...tgk page aku!!
Thelava Tsugu: "cik mariam, nih..ank2 kamu?"
"entahla....rasanyer kowt..."
.Sarah Syahida: cammy:wokey cyang!!
lava:x de nyer kowt2 dh....
Kamilia Sharir :culik bawak pergi siam!!
Thelava Tsugu: culik bawak pegi siam masak tom yam khung!!! restaurant kat asoke!!
· .Kamilia Sharir :fffuhhhhh...sedaaaapppp!!!ahakxxx...
Thelava Tsugu: sedap hingga menjilat jari!!
· .Kamilia Sharir :jari kaki!!hahahaha...beli lah kasut kat BATA
Sarah Syahida :jari kaki ko bergerutu...nk jilat kew!!!hakhak...
.Kamilia Sharir "yg itu lah lemak....wahahahaha...eeewww
Sarah Syahida" lemak tepu!!!!geli aku...hakhak....
Kamilia Sharir & Thelava Tsugu sedang melayari kronologi kisah nyanyuk Sharifah Mariam =/
Thelava Tsugu :Spesis kajian, iaitu mariam didapati sedang melalui fasa kenyanyukan yg melampaui batas!!
· .Kamilia Sharir :tahu tak pe...=/ sedih!!dia tuh kwn kite...takut berjangkit pulak..
.Kamilia Sharir: 1. lupe kunci kereta
2.bawa kereta in wrong lane
3. letak kunci store atas kereta
4. lupe anak letak kat mana =/ ........
sah!!kwn baik aku nyanyuk......sian...
.Sarah Syahida: hakhak...cian kt spupu aku sowng 2...penyakit dier thap kritikal dh nie...cell2 sume mula mgurang...jd marilh mnum susu enfagrow!!!!!hakhak...
Kamilia Sharir :dia dah terlebih GROW!!!wahahahaha....
Sarah Syahida: hakhak...2 msalah dier..aku x nk msuk campo...ko plak x grow2....huhu....
.Kamilia Sharir: sial kau!!!ahakzxxx....org2 terlebih grow cepat nyanyuk...sbb tuh aku tanak grow =)
.Sarah Syahida :hakhak...klu org cm ko plak org yg cepat sesat2....
x nmpak jlan......coz 2 ko sesat...hakhak...(sarah)
sengal ko cammy.. nnt sku jmpe ko.. sku nk pow ko cukp2.. huh!! (mariam)
Kamilia Sharir: i back ur pardon???????wahahahahaha LALALALa
Kamilia Sharir: kau memang!!bawak kreta pon salah lane!!BHAYA=/
Aziah Sulaiman :Mayam mmg budk yg sgt nyany0k,haha [via Celcom SMS]
Sharifah Mariam: aku blaja dari pengalamn... bkn mcm ko... tk penah blaja.. hahaha (mayam)
cammy,betoi3!!!!!aku ingt dh smpai ajal aku...
ngeri kowt,,,but klakar pown de gak....hakhak.... (sarah)
Kamilia Sharir :tu laaa pasal...dah la tak sampai 2 minggu nak spm time tuh..kalau tak...tak dpt la aku
nak meneruskan cita2 aku jd geologist...huhu=/ dah kembali ke bumi dah...
Thelava Tsugu: mariam...park kreta lupa kuncikan kreta...org dah bawak lari kreta tuh, lepas 4 tahun baru la "eh eh....kreta dah hilang..
.Kamilia Sharir :mayam mmg!!!mule lupe kunci kreta..pastuh bawak kreta in wrong lane pastuh letak kunci store atas kreta =.=!!kronology kisah nyanyuk mariam...
Thelava Tsugu: HAHA Kamie...betoi!!!
.Kamilia Sharir: see my wall!!!hahaha=P
Sarah Syahida: haha!!!!mayam mmg cepat lupa..nnti klu die g kuar ngan ank dier..ank2 dier gak dier lupa...hakhak..penyakit merbahaya...
.Kamilia Sharir: sarah...tgk page aku!!
Thelava Tsugu: "cik mariam, nih..ank2 kamu?"
"entahla....rasanyer kowt..."
.Sarah Syahida: cammy:wokey cyang!!
lava:x de nyer kowt2 dh....
Kamilia Sharir :culik bawak pergi siam!!
Thelava Tsugu: culik bawak pegi siam masak tom yam khung!!! restaurant kat asoke!!
· .Kamilia Sharir :fffuhhhhh...sedaaaapppp!!!ahakxxx...
Thelava Tsugu: sedap hingga menjilat jari!!
· .Kamilia Sharir :jari kaki!!hahahaha...beli lah kasut kat BATA
Sarah Syahida :jari kaki ko bergerutu...nk jilat kew!!!hakhak...
.Kamilia Sharir "yg itu lah lemak....wahahahaha...eeewww
Sarah Syahida" lemak tepu!!!!geli aku...hakhak....
Kamilia Sharir & Thelava Tsugu sedang melayari kronologi kisah nyanyuk Sharifah Mariam =/
Thelava Tsugu :Spesis kajian, iaitu mariam didapati sedang melalui fasa kenyanyukan yg melampaui batas!!
· .Kamilia Sharir :tahu tak pe...=/ sedih!!dia tuh kwn kite...takut berjangkit pulak..
.Kamilia Sharir: 1. lupe kunci kereta
2.bawa kereta in wrong lane
3. letak kunci store atas kereta
4. lupe anak letak kat mana =/ ........
sah!!kwn baik aku nyanyuk......sian...
.Sarah Syahida: hakhak...cian kt spupu aku sowng 2...penyakit dier thap kritikal dh nie...cell2 sume mula mgurang...jd marilh mnum susu enfagrow!!!!!hakhak...
Kamilia Sharir :dia dah terlebih GROW!!!wahahahaha....
Sarah Syahida: hakhak...2 msalah dier..aku x nk msuk campo...ko plak x grow2....huhu....
.Kamilia Sharir: sial kau!!!ahakzxxx....org2 terlebih grow cepat nyanyuk...sbb tuh aku tanak grow =)
.Sarah Syahida :hakhak...klu org cm ko plak org yg cepat sesat2....
x nmpak jlan......coz 2 ko sesat...hakhak...(sarah)
sengal ko cammy.. nnt sku jmpe ko.. sku nk pow ko cukp2.. huh!! (mariam)
Kamilia Sharir: i back ur pardon???????wahahahahaha LALALALa
Saturday, December 26, 2009
SPCA
Right....
i have no stories yet, but i do have something to tell you
Once upon a time.....no, one day.....no, once,there was a....no....whatever...
about two weeks ago, TheLaVa was sitting at home...doing whatever, i cant exactly remember....
Then, her mom, who was out for a while gave a wild whacked on the door!!...no, just kidding....she gave a knocked on the door. TheLaVa opened the door.
Mom: Look, there's a young cat in front of our house and he's injured. i think he broke his leg. He could not move much.
TheLaVa: the fellow OK or not??
Mom: Well, he could not move much....we should do something
And so TheLaVa set on a journey to inspect the cat, and to find it well, healthy, but had snapped his bone
She carried him to a corner for warmth and served milk.
In SPCA office, the phone rang...
Lady: hello, spca jalan Ampang, can i help you?
TheLaVa: hello lady, theres a cat in front of my house, he broke his leg. some fellow thrown him from god knows what floor. come help.
Lady: i cannot come there miss, you have to send the cat here
TheLaVa: Then what are you going to do with him?
Lady; we'll put it to sleep.
TheLaVa: lady, you serious?? he just broke one leg!!! just help me balut the leg!!!
Lady: but we will still put it to sleep
TheLaVa: the fellow is drinking milk, sitting down happily with his gooooooogly eyes, and you want to put him to sleep??
Lady: we have no choice, that's what we will do
TheLaVa: why. cant you just balut his leg?
Lady: we will balut his leg...then put him to sleep
TheLaVa: why you have to do that?
Lady: because...theres too many cats here....
TheLaVa: so, if i broke my leg...then was sent to a hospital, they will put me to sleep because theres too many people?
Lady:........
Then, she hung up.....
Go SPCA!!!!!!
p.s cat is fine, able to walk slowly, thanks to....MILK!!!!!!
i have no stories yet, but i do have something to tell you
Once upon a time.....no, one day.....no, once,there was a....no....whatever...
about two weeks ago, TheLaVa was sitting at home...doing whatever, i cant exactly remember....
Then, her mom, who was out for a while gave a wild whacked on the door!!...no, just kidding....she gave a knocked on the door. TheLaVa opened the door.
Mom: Look, there's a young cat in front of our house and he's injured. i think he broke his leg. He could not move much.
TheLaVa: the fellow OK or not??
Mom: Well, he could not move much....we should do something
And so TheLaVa set on a journey to inspect the cat, and to find it well, healthy, but had snapped his bone
She carried him to a corner for warmth and served milk.
In SPCA office, the phone rang...
Lady: hello, spca jalan Ampang, can i help you?
TheLaVa: hello lady, theres a cat in front of my house, he broke his leg. some fellow thrown him from god knows what floor. come help.
Lady: i cannot come there miss, you have to send the cat here
TheLaVa: Then what are you going to do with him?
Lady; we'll put it to sleep.
TheLaVa: lady, you serious?? he just broke one leg!!! just help me balut the leg!!!
Lady: but we will still put it to sleep
TheLaVa: the fellow is drinking milk, sitting down happily with his gooooooogly eyes, and you want to put him to sleep??
Lady: we have no choice, that's what we will do
TheLaVa: why. cant you just balut his leg?
Lady: we will balut his leg...then put him to sleep
TheLaVa: why you have to do that?
Lady: because...theres too many cats here....
TheLaVa: so, if i broke my leg...then was sent to a hospital, they will put me to sleep because theres too many people?
Lady:........
Then, she hung up.....
Go SPCA!!!!!!
p.s cat is fine, able to walk slowly, thanks to....MILK!!!!!!
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