Saturday, 21 February 2015 @ 11:48 pm
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Assalamualaikum to all muslims and hello to everyone.
I'm gonna make a special post.
A special post just for you.
And I know, I know, you won't even care to 
read this.


Yeah. You have been haunting my life,
for, uh, years? It was hard and I had to
swallow my pride and the bitterness of memories
for a quite long time,
but oh well.
Now I have decided,
yeah,
the past is in the past, kan?
So now, I am ready to let go
of the balloons of our memories.
Eceh poyo tak hengat.
But that's the truth.
Yeah yeah, maybe I need to take
a few time more, but it's gonna be
harder if I don't let go first, ay?
So, yeah.
Thanks for all these time you'd
spent with me. It was precious,
and I had learnt something from you.
Eheh. Too many things I had learnt.
Hm.
THANK YOU.
Maybe the one sentence
I have been dying to say,
well, I will never say it.
It's not because of lack of
courage anymore. It's because of our
condition make it all impossible.
But anyway.
愛してるよ
Aha. Geli.
Okay bye.

"Have a good life" -Cal Morrisey

Sekian.

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Thursday, 19 February 2015 @ 9:18 am
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Assalamualaikum to all muslims and hello to everyone.
Okey macam biasa la, pembukaan mukadimah bagai je
bajet dalam English tapi last-last duk bercerita dalam
Bahasa Melayu juga. Haha. Takde la, aku memang
rajin je nak dok berpenglipur lara dalam Engrish
tapi kalau bab-bab mengenang memori
suka duka ni, kena la dalam BM ken ken. Baru feeling.
Eceh gedik. Menyampah makcik.
Macam ni, berinspirasikan blog budak gila ni lagi,
aka Chazo, (aku tahu aku mention nama dia banyak
kali but oh well), aku terasa nak bercerita pasal
memori aku kat asrama.
Ehh, korang tahu kan aku budak asrama?
So al-kisahnya,
time ni aku form 3 kot.
Eh betullah form 3. Buat pengetahuan korang.
aku budak sofbol. Dengan dengan Hannen, Sotong,
Faree, dengan etc etc lagi pun budak sofbol jugak.
So ada time tu kitorang nak friendly dengan
bebudak Teknik JB, sekolah jiran sebelah.
So kitorang dengan penuh rasa rajinnya nak
praktis sofbol.
Masalahnya, time tu dah malam.
So kitorang (lagi), praktislah dekat TINGKAT 3
Blok Pentadbiran. TINGKAT 3, diulangi.
Time tu, ada aku, Hannen, Sotong, Faree, 
Tom, Oscar. Eh ada ke Oscar? Entah tak
pasti. Yang pasti aku ingat time tu Sotong
nak pitch bola, Tom pulak jadi mangsa catcher.

Dan Sotong pun baling la dengan penuh mangat.
Fiyuuuuuuuuuuu.


Sekali, tup-tup, entah macam mana entah,
bolah tu melencong ke tempat lain. Macam dalam gambar tu ye.
Huhu. Bola tu melayaaaaang sampai jatuh bangunan.
Jadi semua pergi la ke tembok dan tengok ke bawah.
Nampak sebijik bola tu dengan seekor kucing.
Time tu kitorang dah macam
uhhhhh....
Sebab tu satu-satunya bola kitorang ada.
Dah tu, jauh ke dalam kegelapan bola tu.
Memang aku tak reti nak deskraib macam
mana bentuk bangunan sekolah aku, so I'll
leave it to your imaginations.
So Sotong dah macam,

"Okey aku akan panjat turun untuk ambil bola."

Dan aku dah macam,

"Nak ikut! Nak ikut!"

Dan kami berdua pun panjat turun. Dengan-dengan
bajunya pun tak sesuai dengan adegan panjat-
memanjat tu. Tapi turun lah jugak. Sotong lagi
pantas la pasal dia lagi kurus sikit daripada aku.
Huhuhuhu.
Tiba-tiba, Ustaz masuk dalam bilik dia.
Aku rasa dia nampak kitorang.
Tu pasal aku chuak semacam.
Aku cakap ah kat Sotong,
"weh ustaz weh!"
Dan sebab cuak tu,
aku terlepas genggaman aku daripada
batu-bata konkrit, satu-satunya tempat
aku bergantung.
Dan aku jatuh.
AAAAAAARGHHHHHH.
BUMMM!!!!!
Kawan-kawan semua dah menjerit kat atas.
Bukan pasal risaukan aku.
Risaukan pasal aku terhempap kucing sekor kat 
bawah tu. Ei geramnya bila dikenang balik. Aku
time tu dah mula dah sakit kaki. (Kucing tu okey).

Nah panduan imaginasi:



Ha faham tak.
Maaf la ceritera dalam BM tapi panduan dalam
Engrish. Aku kan memeningkan. T__T
Time tu kawan-kawan semua dok jerit,

"WOI MARIO !! JAGA SIKIT KUCING TU!"
"WEH KUCING TU HIDUP LAGI TAK?!"
"MARIO SANA SIKIT!"
"MARIO! MARIO! WOI!"

Ustaz pula dah confuse, agaknya, dalam bilik dia tu.
Dia memang takleh nampak kitorang, sebab terhalang
dek dinding bilik dia.
Tapi confirm ah dia dengan bising bising tu.

Sotong kat sebelah aku pulak dengan tenangnya
ambil bola tu. Tapi dia stare kat aku lah. Dia pelik ah,
apsal aku tak bangun-bangun, pastu aku dok cakap,
"Sakit weh sakit."
Sotong dah cuak tengok aku.
"Woi kau okey tak Mario?"
Aku terus cepat-cepat bangun pastu
panjat balik, takut risiko kaki aku dah tak boleh
jalan lagi dan aku akan tersekat dalam lembah
kegelapan itu.
Aku terus panjat dan sampai balik ke tingkat atas.
Terus aku terduduk. Mengaduh. Sakit kaki.

"Mario weh kau okey tak?"
"Woi Mario!"
"Mario, mana kucing tadi?"

Sekali-sekali tengok kaki aku membengkak.
Bukan kecik. Saiz bengkak aku tu sama saiz
dengan penumbuk. Jangan memain. Last-last,
Hannen dengan Sotong jadi PA setia aku.
Diorang dok angkat aku sampai ke warden
office.
Warden tanya, 
"Kenapa ni?"
Hanya mampu tersengih je time tu.
"Jatuh tangga."

Tapi betullah kot dikira sebagai jatuh tangga.
Tangga la tu kan. Medium dari tingkat ke tingkat.
Huhu.

And then cuti nak sebulan.
Terharu gak dekat semangat setiakawan
Hannen dengan Sotong time tu. Huhuk.
K dah bye.
Maaf la kalau cerita ni keling. Haha!
Tak pandai nak bercerita.
Ada kenangan lain. Tapi lain waktu la ye.

p/s: korang ada cerita gak tak?

Tata.
Sekian.

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Wednesday, 18 February 2015 @ 3:21 pm
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Assalamualaikum to all muslims and hello to everyone.
So hari ni nak bercakap dalam BM. Boleh? Bolehhhh.
Hahahaha. K tak lawak pun hmhm. Macam ni,
lately aku rasa sangat nostalgik. Taktahu kenapa.
Kalau layan lagu pun, dok layan lagu ala-ala 
klasik tak klasik macam She Will Be Loved,
This Love, Dear God, Wake Me Up When September
Ends, 21 Guns, Basket Case, Boulvard at Broken
Dreams and yadayada. Pergh pergh. Kan? Haha.
Banyak Green Day je.
Entahlah. Aku tak tahu apa perasaan sunyi dan
sentimental yang menyelubungi diri aku sejak akhir-
akhir ni. Entah datang dari ceruk mana aku pun
tak tahu. Lagi - lagi bila aku dok visit blog budak
gila ni, >Chazo<
Oh ya, baru - baru ni, ada seorang formmate
@ batchmate aku keluar sekolah. Namanya
Allisa Nabiha.
Aku rindu dia.
Haha. Yelah, daripada 139 kepada 138,
tak ke sunyi. Dia dah la selalu layan and
membebel je kat aku. Baik. Tahu nak cakap.
Hahaha. Sorri, takde gambar dia. Nanti
rasa nak menangis kalau stare muka dia lelama.
Walaupun dia pindah ke sekolah belakang je.
Hahahaha TuT
Yelah, dia nak ambik aliran yang dia suka,
sebab sekolah aku sediakan Pure Science je.
puih.
Hakikatnya ramai lagi batchmates aku
yang lain nak keluar, nak ikut haluan hidup
masing-masing, tapi last-last Lisa sorang je.
Entah mengapa entah.
Ada yang sayang sekolah, ada yang tak
dapat keluar.
Bersyukur sangat.
Kalau lagi ramai yang keluar, entah entah
dah kering kelopak mata ni kan. Rindu tak
berlagu. Huhu. Sayang Sui-G 1216.

<3

"LUPAKAN SUI-G JANGAN"

Anyway. Hari tu bukak Youtube.
Dengar balik lagu Fall Out Boy,
tajuknya Forth Of July.



Dedicate untuk kau.
Kau yang dah lama menyepi.
Kau dah lama tak menegur.
Kau yang dah tak nak layan aku.
Kau yang dah tinggalkan aku,
walaupun secara zahirnya macam
aku yang tinggalkan kau.
Sebab apa?

Because you seemed so far away now.

Tak guna kau sebab dah menghantui
fikiran dan hidup aku selama cuma 4 tahun.
Haha.
Susah jadi orang setia ni.

Sekian.


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Tuesday, 17 February 2015 @ 5:44 pm
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Assalamualaikum to all muslims and hello to everyone.
I think I am going to tell you another story.
Haha, okay, okay, I know I have already told you
a story before, entitled Chances , right?
Then I couldn't help it but to get another idea,
so I hope you don't mind, eh?
So let the story begins.
Let me start with a fake name, 
Jyanna [really, not a real name]. Jyanna was
actually a wonderful girl. She had so many
talents that wouldn't be enough just to list
them down. She could sing, she could draw,
she was clever, she could play many instruments,
she was pretty in her own way. She was unique.
But of course, everybody has
their own flaws. There's nobody perfect, ey?
The thing is, she didn't have good childhood
memories. She could still remember things
that happen in the past. And that past was like
a shadow that haunted her for the rest of her life.
She could see the glimpse of the shadow
everyday, every time, everywhere.
Basically, she couldn't let go of the past easily.



That memories turned that talented and once
bright child to a silent, quiet, awkward and
a very pessimistic woman. Like, very.
We cannot really blame her, though.
Those old times affected her conversation 
skills and made her had trust issues with people.
She knew, she had to change.
But negativity wouldn't let her.
Everyday, the shadow and reality hit her
hard into her face and made her fell.
They hit, hit, hit and keep hitting her
until she was at the bottom of the earth,
that she couldn't see any more light. Worst of all,
she didn't want to try and get up.
She just kept thinking,

"People hate me."
"I'm so weird!"
"I'm a burden to everyone."
"Let's just face it, I'm a problem."
"What's wrong with me?"
"Yes, people hate me."

She didn't try to talk, she didn't try to
get up and search for the light. She had always
thought that her place was in the darkness
and misery. There was no place on earth for her.
For people like her.
Oh, before I forget, she actually had a friend.
This friend was called Que [not a real name].
Que was not a talented girl. She was,
well, limited to do anything.
Que had to try hard in her every day life,
her life was hard,
some people just ignored her,
but yet Que smiled everyday.
She was bright and thought everything
that happened for a reason.
One day, when Jyanna was drawing a
picture of a scenery, suddenly she heard
some people talked.

"Hey, did you hear it?"
"Yes, yes. I heard that Que's parents died
in a car accident yesterday."
"How unfortunate of her."

Jyanna was shocked.
What? was the first word that appeared
in her head. Then, panicking, Jyanna got up
and tried to search for Que. Que was not found
for she was already went home. Jyanna
couldn't do anything but to wait for her.
One week passed,
Nobody talked or thought about it anymore
except Jyanna. She was sad for Que. She thought
Que would change when she came back. Que
would never be Que again.
Fortunately, her expectation was wrong.
Que came back to the school,
with a smile on her face.
She was okay.
Looking at Que had made Jyanna became
suspicious, did her parents really die?
So Jyanna came to see Que and asked her,

"Are you okay? Que, you don't look
sad."

Jyanna was actually an honest and direct person.
And Que's reply was a surprise to Jyanna.

"Jyan, it would be a lie if I say that I am not sad.
In fact, I am very sad. But.. I know there's something
good behind for what has happened. Why should I
let the sadness conquer me? My parents always wanted
to see me happy. They really need my doa and
my happiness now.
I should do that, now, right?
It's okay, I can meet with them again, soon, at Jannah."

That words actually made Jyanna thought.
Que's reaction amazed Jyanna. She never
thought there was a person like that ever
existed. She never thought she had such a
wonderful and strong friend like Que.
Que had made her weakness as her strength.
And then, just about then, Jyanna
thought again,
Then why wouldn't I?

Why did she let the past own her future?
Affect her present and future?
Thinking about past would just bring
her misery and made her sad and felt
useless. Why?
Why she had been so stupid,
and wasted her precious time?

And so after that,
well, you just know what will happen, ey?

She is now the world's brightest woman.

Sekian.

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