Tahun ni dapat 5 keping envelope. Untuk birthday, bukan untuk Hari Guru. Tahun ni extra terharu. Bukan sebab aku lahir bulan 5 dan dapat 5 keping envelope, tapi sebab dapat surat-surat dan kad birthday dari peminat-peminat kecil. Haha. Peminat la sangat. Sepupu, sebenarnya.
Awal-awal lagi ibu dah warning "Jangan tergolek baca surat diorang tu ye," kata ibu...
Fight.Fight.Fight.
In Family, In muhasabahTuesday, 31 May 2011
In life, there will always be the time when we have to fight for something. Usually people fight for what they believe in. And they fight for what's precious for them. Family, honour, dignity, faith, love, friendship and others. Each and every human being encounters the moments of hardship to win a fight. Even a little baby does its best to survive and grow up and face the world.
Bukan mudah untuk menghadapi sesuatu perjuangan. Kadang-kala...
Just a word, just a sec
In bila saya membebelThursday, 26 May 2011
Mates, is it that hard to take good care of the house? You know, we are living together. We share the same house, the same households and we pay the same rent. How on earth could you be so selfish to neglect your responsibilities for it? I may not that good when it come to perfect tidiness. But I am somewhat felt responsible to practice whatever teachings Islam taught us. A simple, tiny, minute thing called cleanliness, if you can't even...
Do.
In muhasabahFriday, 13 May 2011

((Sangatlah dibenci di sisi Allah jika kamu mengatakan apa-apa yang tidak kamu kerjakan))
Hari ini kita lihat manusia gah berkata-kata. Secara lisan, mahupun secara penulisan. Bukan susah nak berkata-kata. Betul kan? Lihat saja di Facebook, Tumblr, blog, status YM (sekadar menyebut beberapa contoh) dan sebagainya. Masing-masing berlumba-lumba nak...
The Red Love
In interests, In kata hati, In kerepek, In my storyTuesday, 10 May 2011

Amaran: Jika anda tidak suka warna merah, atau tidak suka bola sepak, atau tidak suka Liverpool, sila tekan butang pangkah warna merah di bahagian atas, paling kanan ye.
Love is sometimes very subjective. Or maybe all the time subjective. Try asking 10 people what love means, and you'll get 10 different answers. Why? Because it's too unique to...
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