tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52723816403104863172024-02-08T12:36:11.120+08:00Kamal's Cottage; a place where fantasies are told in a very different wayKamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-58548527676132790572013-07-10T02:37:00.001+08:002013-07-10T02:37:21.584+08:00Ramadan is todayBismillah.<div><br></div><div>Salam ramadan people. I don't know how to express my feeling on this blessful month except that iam feeling a little bit glee and blissful. I am looking forward on coming days of Ramadan. </div><div><br></div><div>I still remember on the 2nd day of ramadan last year, my ankle got sprained in front of masjid. I missed teraweh most of it last year. So, to make up to ramadan last year, i am setting my goal that i am going to teraweh every night for this whole month. :) InshaAllah if Allah permits.</div><div><br></div><div>I am looking positively to change my attitudes and most of all tonget the benefits of ramadan. I hope that i got a lot of pahalas this month when doing dah sincerely.</div><div><br></div><div>Pray to me guys. InshaAllah we will get this through togeher. Amin.</div><div><br></div><div>Salam and bye.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8H4xUXAbw3L8wAG_wMTMRQFgRNpbn_OhJdxPrW_vqXaAZJVdE9Kg_hhI12PoostwxKA4BvsnyfOTRivfoIjeMgiUl7XLuJap4AG87pcbzFl8_zZUIKjcxFlYNXqAKyyXJ5NRM4OboYxe/s640/blogger-image--1584815225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8H4xUXAbw3L8wAG_wMTMRQFgRNpbn_OhJdxPrW_vqXaAZJVdE9Kg_hhI12PoostwxKA4BvsnyfOTRivfoIjeMgiUl7XLuJap4AG87pcbzFl8_zZUIKjcxFlYNXqAKyyXJ5NRM4OboYxe/s640/blogger-image--1584815225.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-6924812360298441492013-07-09T05:02:00.001+08:002013-07-09T05:02:05.784+08:00Letting goI am officially letting go the dearest person that ever touched my heart and soul. Thank you for everything. I wont ever forget you for the rest of my life. <div><br></div><div>I love you forever. :')</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoX8T68ZYgYucE4neLnSYztrEOUOI89X9X6p1dyZsJx2e-OVTosfopfOndTs4jTUozhxTgx1bjARSXOu5ds-T4ozIRCbcVbhCAEhz_yq4bIokHf2S9HgnsYE5zRZdsBaFNlrf9uQanC_t/s640/blogger-image--1437386221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoX8T68ZYgYucE4neLnSYztrEOUOI89X9X6p1dyZsJx2e-OVTosfopfOndTs4jTUozhxTgx1bjARSXOu5ds-T4ozIRCbcVbhCAEhz_yq4bIokHf2S9HgnsYE5zRZdsBaFNlrf9uQanC_t/s640/blogger-image--1437386221.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">llll</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlvEBTs5vaBUl7DGkfaiP_FjLecwUcnFK7hzJel6k-Ngf1dJU-a1TIzmj4nDF3IqJnvtzK3DlUuelFZx3IFXNodlfYkHRTGM5EOxhVQm5hSPoSK139_Gd62z0osQ8yQy9sDKqrLXlQcXl/s640/blogger-image--1394550195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlvEBTs5vaBUl7DGkfaiP_FjLecwUcnFK7hzJel6k-Ngf1dJU-a1TIzmj4nDF3IqJnvtzK3DlUuelFZx3IFXNodlfYkHRTGM5EOxhVQm5hSPoSK139_Gd62z0osQ8yQy9sDKqrLXlQcXl/s640/blogger-image--1394550195.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-50266185404617374102013-07-04T01:44:00.001+08:002013-07-04T01:45:32.435+08:00Tomorrow.Bismillah.<div><div><br></div><div>Im a bit nervous for tomorrow. Still have half a day before exam. I dont know whether im prepared or not. I want to do well in this exam. Quite have a high hope in this one. But then again, im nervous as hell. </div><div><br></div><div>I just realised when im on this para, that, everythng will be decided by Allah. Even how many efforts i put on the subject itself the only one who determines that how much i can understand and how well i can perform for tomorrow paper is only Him. The only thing i can do is Tawakal. Istill have time to do my last revision. I do hope doing past years MTFs will help me so that i can remember what i learn. </div><div><br></div><div>At this hour, i do really hope that someone will accompany me and listen to my annoying feelings of insecurities. I am really regretful that before this i did have someone to care for me. :'( </div><div><br></div><div>Till another time. Pray for me. Salam. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-Wl7ezId_yQS14rfXtzrAugZoXZPfc2E5P4i9xCXY3GpVketQKTM87dQLn4fGj83xIg-GTLGiHA6jeyY00KB-ohjr4PKr2k2cvOEpZUBNT-j8_ZWB3c98iprO-heLwFEzAcWvp7OVBtm/s640/blogger-image-1666416775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-Wl7ezId_yQS14rfXtzrAugZoXZPfc2E5P4i9xCXY3GpVketQKTM87dQLn4fGj83xIg-GTLGiHA6jeyY00KB-ohjr4PKr2k2cvOEpZUBNT-j8_ZWB3c98iprO-heLwFEzAcWvp7OVBtm/s640/blogger-image-1666416775.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HBHkrD-lMVED1bn8FDA1ipth-wUBMsPvFsxxiH911OSJJZA3DD3wJ6iFskblf2OXnMxs5Ai9m5IxheScL_AXeuTTh7HEE8l2ORuZ-S-PfKzTAGW6hi8I8r9gZMs1PsWFvyE3J6rf1NjI/s640/blogger-image-1597814438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HBHkrD-lMVED1bn8FDA1ipth-wUBMsPvFsxxiH911OSJJZA3DD3wJ6iFskblf2OXnMxs5Ai9m5IxheScL_AXeuTTh7HEE8l2ORuZ-S-PfKzTAGW6hi8I8r9gZMs1PsWFvyE3J6rf1NjI/s640/blogger-image-1597814438.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-78947670135408290232013-07-02T23:44:00.001+08:002013-07-02T23:44:51.880+08:00Suicide postBismillah, <div><br></div><div>Recently, i have been burden with so many things in my head. I could not even have someone to share it with. Or, i, myself have a problem to share it with others. I am so insecure and i cannot trust anyone.</div><div><br></div><div>With the burden piling up. I am so in distress. Right now i am feeling that i want to commit suicide. But, i still have a little sense left in me to hold me back. </div><div><br></div><div>I feel like i want to cry but i am not the crying-type of person in front of others. The only time i feel like crying is only on sajadah during dawn. Im making a fool of myself.</div><div><br></div><div>I hope that i can cope with this problems. Pray for me friends. Salam :'(</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgiafyaLmCchNuMOgMRhP2UKEmquhagp2d6eg0d_PBYegDf2FrMC1wMUlSbXBbs0_ZJNWs7vs-tQT3Y1sGkDVVFiJGcAX8LCXHKa_1WAr4K94NxaiMsZn_V3EPptcKg1nG8rAVkNRDcPn/s640/blogger-image--430642349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgiafyaLmCchNuMOgMRhP2UKEmquhagp2d6eg0d_PBYegDf2FrMC1wMUlSbXBbs0_ZJNWs7vs-tQT3Y1sGkDVVFiJGcAX8LCXHKa_1WAr4K94NxaiMsZn_V3EPptcKg1nG8rAVkNRDcPn/s640/blogger-image--430642349.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-16739456758278329762013-06-29T09:00:00.001+08:002013-06-30T03:05:13.321+08:00Enjoying single lifeDisagree - Crumbs. <div><br></div><div>Someone please listen to this song. It tells me what i feel right now. </div><div><br></div><div>Big world.</div><div>Say he wants to see the light for once.</div><div>Well maybe if you try.</div><div><br></div><div>It's so sad.</div><div>Babe don't look so sad. </div><div>I've got it wrong today.</div><div><div><br></div><div>And if she doesn't go your way.</div></div><div>Look up to blue skies, say hey.</div><div>It's okay.</div><div>It's okay.</div><div><br></div><div>:'(</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdX2UWyYYHfxSNlGFQhFJVjUYz4OMW-iyHnvhecVLVFfTgNzyeNjc2zu8fqsqGvzRpStCT79W7M5T3MXNwPcKtLG53fdsw2AImMTX6AQGIV9mb4dN8QjcykqbDPZmUPogzqI_S50aXHhd/s640/blogger-image--402141893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdX2UWyYYHfxSNlGFQhFJVjUYz4OMW-iyHnvhecVLVFfTgNzyeNjc2zu8fqsqGvzRpStCT79W7M5T3MXNwPcKtLG53fdsw2AImMTX6AQGIV9mb4dN8QjcykqbDPZmUPogzqI_S50aXHhd/s640/blogger-image--402141893.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-62190222106236185892013-06-28T08:46:00.001+08:002013-06-28T08:46:43.503+08:00Syok sendiriSalam,<div><br></div><div>Such a cold weather in rainy season. Not just the temperature, but also human hearts. Well, not all, just some few. </div><div><br></div><div>I have been trying to know a person very well. I just feel that the feeling ain't mutual. Again, i don't want to involve in a relationship that my feelings are subsided and ignored. I just don't get it. Is it that i am too sensitive or i don't really deserve the mutual concerns over each other. </div><div><br></div><div>Probably, i am a person with so too much EQ that it consumes me to pieces. I cared until at a point it breaks me. Such occassions happened more than once. It happened again. Selfishness has consumed mankind till love has not been permit to exist. I don't think i am sad. But, it just wretched my heart a little. </div><div><br></div><div>Maybe, i need to stop doing what i am doing, and keep searching for the one... That understands the feel of a guy, who has been lonely and longing for his mutual understandings. </div><div><br></div><div>I am going to have a nice breakfast in an hour or two. Who wants to join me? :3 <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-PzJ2n-2SUyJtF89d5HWQ90qes8ab9GMsuoIZJnvg5LG1qt2c4MgIbWUvdl52nkSIcOt6zPh2aTfZkRLamW7A_UivtbJxZ_pLHs7a7OCekvtaGiR4J9HqSUuM9w8ayZ4TmF6RUSuxKIGa/s640/blogger-image--637788816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-PzJ2n-2SUyJtF89d5HWQ90qes8ab9GMsuoIZJnvg5LG1qt2c4MgIbWUvdl52nkSIcOt6zPh2aTfZkRLamW7A_UivtbJxZ_pLHs7a7OCekvtaGiR4J9HqSUuM9w8ayZ4TmF6RUSuxKIGa/s640/blogger-image--637788816.jpg"></a></div></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-42099946508400731662013-06-23T14:50:00.001+08:002013-06-23T14:50:36.695+08:00Sunday noon.Bismillah,<div><br></div><div>Another relaxing sunday, me and friends are chatting about old times. Everything sounds fun. Eventhough I am not fond of those memories, but remembering happy moments are nice. Such significant events do make us human. I have read somewhere in the internet, our minds only remember the things we want to remember. Most of it the happy times. But, why the sad part of my life is so significant to me.</div><div><br></div><div>Just want to update what is happening around me, firstly, I have been listening to unorthodox jukebox for quite a while. It has been along time i didnt enjoy music. Yeah, i am really left behind in entertainment news and so on. It really nice to listen to quality like Bruno Mars. Plus, the melancholy-relationship-ish kind of songs really suit me at the moment. Whan i was your man, gorrilla, locked out of heaven are nice songs to listen. But, the lyrics are bit vulgar and not that good. So that's a minus. </div><div><br></div><div>I have two tests coming up on Tuesday and Thursday. I am not yet prepared. Well, not that I want to procrastinate the revision but the body and mind are too tired and i just think that i will not understand at all what i read. I really hope i get the consistent motivation and focus when i open my notes. In addition, a good environment to study is a plus. Right now, i am very lazy and study while lying down on bed. I just hope someone would knock me on the head kick my lazy bum to tell me to start study. </div><div><br></div><div>So i think that is all for today. I do have something in my mind to share but i will tell on the next post. So, until then Salam :3</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKJ3vsD7GjmwubhZmVIQjp9PwWTPBbQGv7IDfhsKNLM4eHp2qh_cWOzrMVWuwFwu_VXvzET1HXijOSeTuYdzkktu7B5sZbwPKfj7ggdZv0wfs4gbW8xSBJBERRPu5LLgApvUtOvBAunit/s640/blogger-image-1641638746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKJ3vsD7GjmwubhZmVIQjp9PwWTPBbQGv7IDfhsKNLM4eHp2qh_cWOzrMVWuwFwu_VXvzET1HXijOSeTuYdzkktu7B5sZbwPKfj7ggdZv0wfs4gbW8xSBJBERRPu5LLgApvUtOvBAunit/s640/blogger-image-1641638746.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-33953330681842496092013-06-22T18:05:00.001+08:002013-06-22T18:05:12.241+08:00New start.Bismillah, <div><br></div><div>Hello, it has been a long time i have not updated this blog. Well not to say that i completely ignored this site but i just have too much priorities too think off first. Well, i am back to start from zero. Yes, back from the start like one of Chris Martin's songs. I think the best solution is to begin from here on my own deserted cottage. </div><div><br></div><div>Currently, I am on my second year course of MBBS on becoming a healer. On a few weeks time, i have a really big exam coming. Not to say that im completely ignorant about it. I do worry about it. Just that, I don't want to get stressed out and do nothing. Maybe try my level best and tawakal. That's the plan. But it is actually millions times harder to walk the talk. Haha. I still don't have the consistency to remain focus. Well, not to escape from the reason that I am lazy, but a few factors that really hold me back. </div><div><br></div><div>Life has been good and cruel to me. I guess it is the same for everyone else. Just that, I am currently in one of my lowest point in life. Sometimes, i got sad, in a few ocassions I'm enjoying myself. It is just the inconsistency in life makes me wonder, do I really have to suffer the pain and happiness in life by myself? </div><div><br></div><div>Yet, I am still alone by myself. I had been dumped, ignored, rejected, etc. All of because of my mistakes. I don't really look myself higher than other people but i really do envious with guys that can be happy with their partners. Maybe It's not my turn yet. Maybe, I am not destined for such happiness. Only God decides my fate. </div><div><br></div><div>Recently, I am admitting that I am fond of this one friend. I do not know whether I like her and want her just because to fill the emptiness or it is really a true feeling. Yet, I am afraid to approach her. I don't want to lose the friendship we had. I am an isolated person. She can just knocked off that barrier and knows that I am in trouble. I am afraid that everything will turn awkward if i confess my feelings. Frankly speaking, I like her a lot and it can't be described by words. </div><div><br></div><div>I am afraid this will turn into lust and infatuation. </div><div><br></div><div>I just want someone that understands me. I am willingly to go beyond the limit if there is such people. </div><div><br></div><div>I will be waiting for that one person if she really exist. I will put my future on the line. </div><div><br></div><div>Here goes my feelings at the moment. Hope no one reads this. Hehs. </div><div><br></div><div>I will try my best to finish my drafted posts. Until next time. Salam :') </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9YsT3ADCfW7xoUFIZcoVE-3zXAQ37ruPLGatqWZPa94yS3pqNXcDzQvlBRVR5WeoJgSR9M8b1HC1TNsn3wmfr7_9YsC493oeDZpn5hZPxcGakkhUdyNZ9hf0Fd0V93is0o2qyr8FJMZe/s640/blogger-image-1493455893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9YsT3ADCfW7xoUFIZcoVE-3zXAQ37ruPLGatqWZPa94yS3pqNXcDzQvlBRVR5WeoJgSR9M8b1HC1TNsn3wmfr7_9YsC493oeDZpn5hZPxcGakkhUdyNZ9hf0Fd0V93is0o2qyr8FJMZe/s640/blogger-image-1493455893.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-25690176266218154152011-08-16T21:26:00.002+08:002011-08-16T21:28:52.797+08:00Old memory :)den baru sahaja tgk okgo video goldberg mende tah agak stylo. tibo2 den rase banggo deh sbb dulu pon den penah buat video OKGO jugop. lols enjoy<div>
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<br /></div><div>special thanks to ALAM SHAH BROS, Lotfi Razak, Khairul Asyraf Yusof, Wafiuddin Ahmad. good old memory guys. hehe</div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-2400767259581040552011-07-20T17:00:00.002+08:002011-07-20T17:26:08.294+08:00Mr ManagerMy life has been a real mess recently. I am still losing more and more conscience. But, that's life. Yesterday you are good. Now, you slowly turn into something else. Change is ultimately constant. <div><br /></div><div>I have quite a few problems that still unsolved. Part of my brain is working it out. There are also issues that are certainly, arousing and complex. Like, the correlation between human's lives and people expectations. Human's judgement on others. Escapism from reality; NEUTRALITY. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday, I met a good friend. He was an athlete. He had knee surgery the same as mine. I looked into his eyes, I saw bitterness. The same as mine. Although, he is recovering, and still can play whatever sports he wants to, but it will never be the same like old days. Fate is not an option. Its part of Qada and Qadar. Everyday is related to it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Making decisions is one of my bad criteria. I accept it. Why won't you. People is never the same. Sometimes, i make decisions based on my hunch. It's just a mere instinct. Give me facts, give me reasons, give me logic, still, i used hunch. I need to make a personal experimentation on the correlation of success with hunch decisions so that I won't make the same mistakes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Been observing few friends are blogging. Congratulations. </div><div><br /></div><div>I noticed, people express their thoughts negatively. I'm still thinking what are their intentions. I assume that they are plainly stupid on how to manage thoughts. KEEP IT TO YOURSELVES and THINK FIRST. DONT BLINDLY SAY IT.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, im thinking to have another post in the future, INSYALLAH.</div><div><br /></div><div>Toodles. </div><div><br /></div><div>P/S: I'm sorry for ruining everything including your life. </div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-13658455753122534992011-05-26T00:34:00.002+08:002011-05-26T01:06:54.309+08:00Bad moodSo, i am really sad right now. :(<div><br /></div><div>Perhaps, even more than sad. I don't know what to do at the moment. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is not me in the bad mood, don't get the wrong idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes, i don't know what i did that hurt others especially loved ones.</div><div><br /></div><div>I try to treat everyone nicely, but i still hurt of what everyone did to me. I did many things to make people happy, i did it sincerely. But, i feel people don't appreciate what i do to them.</div><div><br /></div><div>People can bully me around, people can do what they want on me, people can use me as much as they want, but they do not understands my feelings.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't understand a really small matter can turns into a big fight. i don't understand why people mix their emotion with their judgment. </div><div><br /></div><div>What I really understand is that Allah has planned this for me. I need to be more patient. I don't blame anyone, i would rather to admit all of it my mistakes. I hope Allah sees my hardships, and he grants me rewards in the afterlife. </div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't expect this to happen when you have plan all things perfectly, i already start to imagine all the nice things. Suddenly, someone turn into a heartless monster, rip apart your nice emotions.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's how i feel right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry for the emotional post, i don't know who to express my feelings anymore. I am extremely sad.</div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-47052568586001083182011-05-23T22:36:00.002+08:002011-05-23T22:58:38.332+08:00Glade, how refreshing.Hello, im back!<div><br /></div><div>After two years of struggling, I am now absolutely clueless, what to do now!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I seriously do not know what to talk about..........</div><div><br /></div><div>OK!</div><div><br /></div><div>hmm, a lot of strange things had happened to me these past two years. I am grateful to Allah because i am still alive and kicking :)</div><div><br /></div><div>There are so much to share, but i dont know whether i would like to share them all. Probably, i would rather keep it inside than sharing. But, there's no fun in that. So, readers, expect the unexpected. MUAH!</div><div><br /></div><div>I am still in the journey, to find an absolute answer for my absolute question, to complete myself with virtues, and to find happiness.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hate to suffer but I believe Allah's decisions in everything that had happened to me are boulders that i have to move with my own arms. That's Life. and one thing for sure, change is constant. Be happy, or suffer with what u have. </div><div><br /></div><div>I learned so much, and i believe there are so many things that i do not know. One thing for sure, I want to learn more. But i need motivation and physical strength to carry on. Ya Allah give me strength and guidance to learn the true knowledge from you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lastly, I am happy to know a lot of people. Friends, i am sorry for my mistakes, I know there are a lot of it. I am a man with a weird ego. Deep inside, I always for the best to you all. Sorry again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope to see you guys in the next post. Cheerio. ;) </div><div><br /></div><div>Back again,</div><div>Kamal Lazi</div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-70382775968691328872010-06-05T08:38:00.002+08:002010-06-05T08:45:19.538+08:00:)I have nothing to tell this morning. Just to update about my condition. <div><br /></div><div>.....................................................................</div><div><br /></div><div>Alhamdulilah, the surgery went well. Started at 4 pm and finished around maghrib. Then I woke up and still "mamai" at one a.m. </div><div><br /></div><div>My right leg still hurts like hell. But i am so happy my worst nightmare has ended. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>So peeps if you want to visit me, just come at anytime at Hospital Pusrawi, Jalan Tun Razak.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wad Assalam, level 5, Room 7. </div><div><br /></div><div>No worries, my room is single bed. Takde orang lain pon kalau nk gelak gile2. lol. </div><div><br /></div><div>Datang lah teman, im all alone here. Probably kalau cepat baik hari isnin boleh ciao. T_T nak tengok world cup dekat rumaaaah!</div><div><br /></div><div>I think i stop here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Adios mi amor :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Boringnya duduksorang2 :P</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-12065034341753248832010-06-03T19:53:00.002+08:002010-06-03T20:09:15.750+08:00This is itThis is not MJ song. haishhh....<div>.......................................................................................................................</div><div><br /></div><div>Besok memang rasa cuak. Sape tak takut? masuk operation theatre! Tengok orang lain masuk O.T pon kita rasa takut. Ana dah masuk 2 kali dah dalam hidup. Tapi rasa cuak dan takut tu masih menebal. Haish.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mungkin sekarang, ana sangat paranoid. Menggelabah tak tentu pasal. Bila fikir2 balik, ana memang tak bernasib malang untuk bercuti dengan rakan2. Selalu jadi macam ni. Apa nak buat, takdir di tangan tuhan.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tapi, bukan tu sebab ana takut gila ni. Ana takut sangat sebab masa kali terakhir kena gerudi dekat lutut, masa nak recover tu, MASYALLAH. Memang siksa jiwa dan raga. Ana takut sangat bila time nak recover nanti, menyusahkan orang lain. kepala pon pening.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hmm, tapi ana looking forward untuk rakan2 melawat di wat nanti. Dulu masuk wad, hanya beberapa rakan yang karib sahaja datang menjenguk ana. Bukan apa, dekat wad tu memang sangat bosan. Kalau ada peneman borak pon kire best :)</div><div><br /></div><div>kalau ada rakan2 yang mahu jenguk, silalah. Bawaklah buah tangan sekali. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Hospital Pusrawi Jalan Tun Razak</div><div>Pembedahan; jumaat </div><div>Waktu; Maghrib</div><div><br /></div><div>Ana cuba dapat berharap pembaca boleh mendoakan keselamatan ana untuk pembedahan lutut kali ke-2 ni. Dan doakan ana cepat sembuh. Insyallah. </div><div><br /></div><div>Dah takde ape2 nk cakap dah. </div><div><br /></div><div>Adios mi amor :)</div><div><br /></div><div>rasa cuak ni masih tak hilang2 lagi :( Haishh</div><div><br /></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-27697642355005042892010-05-06T16:53:00.005+08:002010-05-06T17:14:19.663+08:00The first and the last<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Ntah kenape, but this tag tag thingy is jst for thesake of menjaga hati ieka. :p<br /><br />1) Adakah anda rasa anda hot?<br />soalan ini sgt sensitif. berhati2 anda mungkin membuat seseorang menjadi terlalu perasan dan segan silu yang teramat.<br /><br />2) Upload wallpaper PC/laptop yang anda guna sekarang!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzIlxaygDLkXtzeb9zqjXk9DsxxdddSsc6M9tBw6b5Sfe9ql4yN7xgP_S4LrvGwmUBeMzdTXbS0b1kRd02iUWkt7OAlgvgplqaWeCOmelkRluj0JNSOmzrqFcWQAYLfg96x3s370nYIet/s1600/Untitled.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzIlxaygDLkXtzeb9zqjXk9DsxxdddSsc6M9tBw6b5Sfe9ql4yN7xgP_S4LrvGwmUBeMzdTXbS0b1kRd02iUWkt7OAlgvgplqaWeCOmelkRluj0JNSOmzrqFcWQAYLfg96x3s370nYIet/s200/Untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468080506276722546" /></a><br /><br />3) Cerita pasal gambar.<br />wallpaper di atas menerangkan tranquility dan bliss yang sedang dialami pemilik laptop. gambar hutan sangat menenangkan. gambar air sangat menenangkan. apa lagi yang pemilik mahukan. selain dari ketenangan. tiada.<br /><br />4) Bila kali terakhir anda makan pizza?<br />ntah. time jamuan kelas dgn en pauzie idris kot.<br /><br />5) Lagu terakhir anda dengar?<br />lagu terakhir ialah semi charmed life by third eye blind<br />6) Apa yang anda buat selain menyelesaikan tag ini<br />melihat rakan bermain dota<br />7) Selain nama sendiri, anda dipanggil nama apa?<br />kamal goddamn lazy<br /><br />.<br />6) Berikan 5 yang anda tahu tentang orang yang men-tag anda.<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">IEKA </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">seorang yang orang</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">bukan haiwan</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">sangat comel</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">baik hati kerana kinder bueno</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">menarik lol<br /><br />17) Persamaan antara kambing dan lembu<br />kambing lebih hebat dari lembu kerana jangutnya yang sgt macho dan bergaya<br /><br />18) Perasaan anda buat tag ini.<br />segan<br />19) Adakah anda tahu si Rizman itu sengal.<br />rizman bukan sekadar sengal malah dia sangat la looser. maaf kepada rizman. tapi secara jujurnya anda memang capital L<br /><br />20) Gay or les?<br />maaf tetapi saya mahu membuat pengakuan yang saya terlibat dalam kedua dua hubungan diatas.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">hidup ricky martin dan ellen degeneres!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-36940035814069748962010-04-26T00:19:00.003+08:002010-04-26T01:05:25.108+08:00I want to be your numero uno<div>numero uno numero uno numero uno :)<br /><br />...................................................<br /><br />DDR private party baby.<br /><br />haha.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHWD3yz4eVN68dkfKgGef1WmpjYEA_9ksrzIJUjLDtA_cvEn5cexWzCDhPAhMLQBfWQIx_caeJCLZXZNtn1-j2n5Ge2BPUxnWfFInJ3XpmmEqq28yC_PVRRxkumXwyAFUVHqVZdGGtWKM/s1600/25042010557.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHWD3yz4eVN68dkfKgGef1WmpjYEA_9ksrzIJUjLDtA_cvEn5cexWzCDhPAhMLQBfWQIx_caeJCLZXZNtn1-j2n5Ge2BPUxnWfFInJ3XpmmEqq28yC_PVRRxkumXwyAFUVHqVZdGGtWKM/s320/25042010557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464113494406693314" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Bogam's first time. Looks so retarded.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUrCz8tHIwuJANQ80810KvaEZQ_X6eowN3boX6CKiVMNNeseyQbman-AI9BqQhJStxGJj9UTLXmc_22HutgR45bW-66nNpKEHs-C9yxgm8x0EqhBRNOfxT2IFWiLsYs1mG7CVvTyd-sOV/s1600/25042010555.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUrCz8tHIwuJANQ80810KvaEZQ_X6eowN3boX6CKiVMNNeseyQbman-AI9BqQhJStxGJj9UTLXmc_22HutgR45bW-66nNpKEHs-C9yxgm8x0EqhBRNOfxT2IFWiLsYs1mG7CVvTyd-sOV/s320/25042010555.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464113484774075234" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Unleashing my moves. Baaahaha. 150 combos streak yaw.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ugTL9J-oTiKpWV6U-G2SqmRr0YmKJQ3M4Q8mZue9-OhLKXVoI-KFboEg3EUGjC3YmIvR1OOsPWyZwq-jdXAc5EPq8AMRduVeP4xGdoCAZfmiR7Ue642LrAPpKqbFsXCBvUmw39Hadye5/s1600/25042010553.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ugTL9J-oTiKpWV6U-G2SqmRr0YmKJQ3M4Q8mZue9-OhLKXVoI-KFboEg3EUGjC3YmIvR1OOsPWyZwq-jdXAc5EPq8AMRduVeP4xGdoCAZfmiR7Ue642LrAPpKqbFsXCBvUmw39Hadye5/s320/25042010553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464113475878124642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bogam was checking out my kickass moves. Tony was half-naked.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLE5n39Lg5DVfcgk_yXvfFyZ-cV52pFg5jD9QA6TIFRqSMH016dvqLKsSRnLc0jYGwI9ab8o_0wRc1ZbA0qCt0ntKZYfeP0ZjnudBUik51DOZaPCwt4jEQEhky-k8cpbIKnZvTrvwHIZ5/s1600/25042010562.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLE5n39Lg5DVfcgk_yXvfFyZ-cV52pFg5jD9QA6TIFRqSMH016dvqLKsSRnLc0jYGwI9ab8o_0wRc1ZbA0qCt0ntKZYfeP0ZjnudBUik51DOZaPCwt4jEQEhky-k8cpbIKnZvTrvwHIZ5/s320/25042010562.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464113462523822802" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DDR my dancing mat yaw. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQLJ1sOVEH611RcKy0OUlslswOrVq6BUyGu-nDZa58ym44bFyPCLSZiFy4ATeI7uht3U2KvaeGsFu6Zd35gfuEjF4PDjj3Vwv9JnLdXfF_228Gf_f9PfuPkLTXDXtiu4K77L9EWNSjdqH/s1600/25042010561.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQLJ1sOVEH611RcKy0OUlslswOrVq6BUyGu-nDZa58ym44bFyPCLSZiFy4ATeI7uht3U2KvaeGsFu6Zd35gfuEjF4PDjj3Vwv9JnLdXfF_228Gf_f9PfuPkLTXDXtiu4K77L9EWNSjdqH/s320/25042010561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464113453561159682" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">What!! Kamal's DDR machine! WOWOWEWAA!</div><br />I want to upload bobs cool moves, but later. hv to convert the vid fers.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, ciao, adios mi amor :)</div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-7051591829682455312010-04-21T17:10:00.004+08:002010-04-21T17:32:38.032+08:00I remember you<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:11px;">you're the one that made my dreams come true. :)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;">...............................................................................................................................</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;">Barca lost to Inter. It made me happy today. I was smiling when i entered the class. The world smiling back at me :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;">Nothing to say much...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;">...............................................................................................................................</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/laser_pointer.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 740px; height: 420px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/laser_pointer.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Adios mi amor :)</div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-6643777954226525882010-04-20T16:07:00.004+08:002010-04-20T17:33:51.178+08:00Like a virgin, youre madonna<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">and im always gonna wanna blow your mind :-^</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">...................................................................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ana hendak buka satu cerita. Bukan sebarang cerita yang biasa enta dengar. Cerita yang boleh bikin saspens. Ya, saspens itu bikin anxiety yang melimpah ruah. Oh, enta tidak tahu macam mana perasaan dia? Enta turuti cerita ini untuk menyelami perasaan tersebut.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ada satu malam, ianya bukan malam yang direka, tapi malam ini pernah berlaku di antara malam-malam yang ana hadapi. Malam, bulan, bintang, angkasa, dan angin. Malam yang biasa orang tafsirkan, malam yang hampir sempurna. Mungkin tidak cukup sempurna kerana ketiadaan bulan penuh yang romantis. Itulah malam yang ana hadapi. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Waktu, anggaran 12-2 pagi. Tempat, koridor raya Farabi. Ana membuka meja alas seterika untuk membuat sedikit ulangkaji. Pada esoknya ana bakal menghadapi ujian Biology. Mesti enta tertanya2 mengapa ana tidak membuka buku di dalam bilik sahaja?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jadi, apa yang ana boleh ceritakan, malam itu bukan sahaja tenang dan indah, tapi ia merupakan malam yang sengit. Malam-malam berbeza bagi setiap manusia. Tapi, sengit itu dirasai oleh penduduk Farabi tingkat 1. Malam yang boleh membikin sejarah. Ibarat perang. Dimana jika hendak ana petik kata-kata dari buku art of war pada malam itu, mungkin ada yang akan menjadi kurang siuman kerana dahagakan darah dan pembunuhan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tony sedang berpeluh memberikan tumpuan mengalahkan semasa dia menjawab peperiksaan. Addha, tenang, ibarat malam yang sedang ana hadapi. Keempat-empat bola biji mata fokus kepada skrin laptop masing-masing. Orang kata, ketegangan di udara, setiap orang boleh membaunya. Bau tegang. Hm..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jari-jemari kemas mengerakkan tetikus. Klik-klik, Klik-klik, swoop, swoop. Rancak pergerakan itu. Ibarat seorang pendekar yang menghayunkan pedang yang sudah sebati dengan pergerakan tarian maut. Tarian pendekar. Pendekar alam maya. Sedikit kesilapan membawa padah. Padah yang bermadah. Sedikit hirisan membawa kematian. Dengan hanya kuasa di hujung jari telunjuk. Kedua-dua mereka boleh menggegar dunia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lawan mereka bukanlah calang-calang orang. Memang bukan yang enta boleh jumpa di pasar borong dan bukanlah juga enta boleh jumpa di kaca televisi. Mereka memang profesional. Jika enta mahu saya bandingkan juga dengan watak pelakon barat, mereka ibarat Arnold Schwarzenegger dan David Hasselhoff. Hebat, sasa, mantap, bergaya, macho, elegan, kacak dan binasa.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pertarungan masih berlanjutan. 2 lawan 2. Heroes bertemu heroes. IB dan ALVL. Masing-masih mahu mempertahankan maruah dan nama baik setiap puak masing-masing. Penonton tidak henti-henti memberi sokongan yang padu, dari segi moral, sorakan, tips, dan sb. Itulah perlawanan yang menjadi kegilaan remaja-remaja. DOTAH wal Karimi.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ana masih di luar. Menyokong dan tidak menyokong sama saja bagi ana. Kebisingan didalam bilik tidak dapat dikawal lagi membuat ana terpaksa berundur ke koridor. Tapi apa yang pasti kehangatan di dalam bilik semakin sensasi apabila rakan-rakan sebilik ana membunuh pihak lawan dengan kejam dan tidak berhati perut. Riuh rendah suasana dan sorakan yang bergemerlapan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ana turut gembira dengan kejayaan mereka. Tapi ada sesuatu yang ana rasa kurang enak. Di luar, serangan nyamuk yang bertalu-talu ibarat askar kerdil menggigit-gigit badan ana. Gatal-gatal seluruh badan. Ana sedang mengulang-kaji datang pula cabaran sedimikian buat ana rasa hendak mengamuk. Baru sahaja ana hendak menjerit ke arah Dragonfruit Farm, ana ternampak sesuatu.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sebelum ana meceritakan dengan lebih lanjut, satu nasihat sahaja supaya ana tidak menghebahkan cerita ini kepada orang lain kerana ana tidak mahu unsur-unsur negatif dan prasangka tidak baik timbul kerana cerita ini. Pepatah ada mengatakan, biar pecah di perut, jangan pecah di mulut.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kelibat. Satu kelibat. Bukan. Bukan satu, tapi dua sebenarnya. Mata ana rabun jauh. Ketidak pastian membuat ana cuba untuk melihat dengan lebih jelas apa yang sedang ana perhatikan. Mata ana dikecikkan untuk cuba dimagnifiedkan x500 seperti melihat cell di makmal bilogy. LOL my brother bilo. Muka ana tidak ubah seperti apek cina menjual ginseng di kedai senseng. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Berkain putih, tinggi sama seperti manusia. Lembaga. Lembaga yang tidak berambut. Jarak antara ana dan lembaga itu tidak kurang dari 100 meter dari aras tingkat 1 Farabi. Perwatakan seperti apa yang ana hendak ceritakan bukan seperti watak2 di Keliwon yang bagi ana terlalu menakutkan. Tapi apa yang ana lihat, lembaga ini tidaklah seseram yang digambarkan oleh media-media.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ana tersentak selepas berfikir panjang. Apakah makhluk yang sedang ana lihat pada ketika itu. Kelibat itu berdiri di salah satu pokok yang tegak berdiri kemas gah di persada Ladang Dragonfruit itu. Niat ana pada mulanya yang hendak menjerit tiba-tiba terbatal sama sekali. Lidah ana terkelu seketika. perasaan yang sama seperti menaiki space shot di Genting apabila badan kita dihempas kebawah. Tidak terdaya untuk menjerit. Hanya mampu mengeluarkan bunyi. hiiiiihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, di dalam perut.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ana, merasa seram sejuk. Tapi, ana masih melihat lembaga itu. Ia membelakangi ana. Kemudian ia bergerak dalam satu pattern seperti Brownian Movement. Pada mulanya ana mendapati ia agak lucu kerana ana terfikir kenapa menatang itu bersimpang siur bersembunyi disebalik pokok-pokok naga disitu. Mata ana masih mengekori lembaga tersebat. Kemudian,....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Poof, dengan sepantas guruh di langit, kelibat itu hilang. Ana tidak sempat untuk mengelipkan mata ana. Kelibat itu lesap dalam pemandangan. Hairan, terpinga-terpinga, tercangak-cangak ana dibuatnya. Menjerit bukan satu pilihan yang wajar dan bernas dan macho. Ana maintain cool je. Ana cuba hendak menceritakan kepada ahli bilik ana yang sedang menyambut kemenangan, tetapi mereka terlalu busy untuk itu. Ana pun mencapai botol air dan menghabiskan air di dalam botol itu.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sehingga kini, ana masih meningati peristiwa pelik itu. Apakah yang ana lihat itu hanyalah imaginasi dan fantasi? Mungkin enta boleh memberitahu kepada ana, adakah apa yang ana lihat itu benar atau tidak. Ana tidak suka membuat andaian-andaian bodoh seperti menggangap apa yang ana lihat itu ialah jembalang atau antu. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tapi, ana boleh melupakan dengan tenang.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">.............................................................................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I want something really bad right now. Plushie. Macam gedikla pulak. But i want it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Have you seen any plushies like this kind? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marksukwildlifephotos.com/USERIMAGES/Puffin5.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 900px; height: 1200px; " src="http://www.marksukwildlifephotos.com/USERIMAGES/Puffin5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Smartkan. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. This is called a puffin. Penguin + bird. Puffin. :)</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Adios mi amor :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-64020312442972620462010-04-19T17:01:00.005+08:002010-04-19T18:46:26.187+08:00Excavation, devastation, generation<div style="text-align: justify;">separation, situation, dissipation . shot. shot .shot .shot. shot. shot........... :0</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">.............................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today, i noticed in PSP, 6 pillars below the above floor and another 6 that maintain the structure of the building. The sum of pillars, 12. Too many chairs and tables to count. Chairs and table = uncountable. Book racks, 1 2 3 4 , wait, hmm 1 2 3. = lost count.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">PSP, place for KMS peep hanging because of the ACond, chatting with friends, stalking hot librarian and gossiping. Who would ever notice a place that very sourceful and rich with knowledge, can be a site prone to social problems. Ish ish. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once, I used to study at PSP. I like the atmosphere there. Cold, cool and calm.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After sometime, i still miss PSP because it was and it will forever be the most superfine place to daydream like i had this morning. LOL.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Adios mi amor :) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-68808117836943697192010-04-17T01:08:00.002+08:002010-04-17T01:57:44.113+08:00Youre looking fire hot<div style="text-align: justify;">Ill have you open all night like an ihop...... :8)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">.............................................................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This will be a short post, bekos i am sleepy already.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today, i noticed that people opinions and understanding are from 2 sources. They are experiences in life and from what they have been told since young. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Experiences are vary from each person. Some people might encounter a series of down endings. But there are people who past them gloriously. There are also people in the middle. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">People understandings toward what they interpret issues and cases are also differs. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thats why people have different opinions and different ideas. The opinions and ideas always choose sides. So they are one side which you would prefer most and the other side which you are disagree.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To choose side is a must. But one thing that is very important is do not detest other opinions. Even you are strongly disagree with ideas come from the opposite side, you must respect them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">If not you are just a thickheaded person.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The reason is, you will miss an opportunity to learn something new. New is the point of view from other people that you have never heard of. You will learn new opinions that you have never experience. Your mind suppose to mature and become more wise when you absorb different ideas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In reality, there are labels, describing opinions. Good and bad. Right and wrong. Brilliant and stupid. Logic and illogical. True and false. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, i want to ask you, is it good to label someone opinion that is opposite from ours?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">...............................................................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sorry missus FY because of this boring post. I will try my best to write a post about what i saw next time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Till then, adios mi amor :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-45167790052891532562010-04-15T19:49:00.003+08:002010-04-15T21:59:21.669+08:00Tomorrow never come<div style="text-align: justify;">Until its too late....... :0</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">....................................................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lately, i really havent got a glimpse on my broadband. Its the nature of human. When you dont have something that you want, then you take somebody elses property. I dont mind borrowing but please be responsible to the owner. Dont be like an ass making such an innocent face when I ask you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">Goddamn-it. </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Your face look like f<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><b><i>oggle in SUperbad</i></b></span> tau x, plus i can sense whether a person can lie or not. Everyone knows. Its all about that fugly face of yours. Dont make lame excuses. Just tell the truth and accept the fact that you are going to be "circumcised" again. Bodoo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, sorry for the cursings. The above statement is the reason why i didnt blog for the previous <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">6 days.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, i am not in a good mood. If you find that i am making signs that make you annoyed. Forgive me for my prudence. The sociable mood is not presence at this moment. And please dont ask me why this and that. Cause it is so irritating. The analogy is like this,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>ADA ORANG <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">SAKIT KAKI</span></b>. KAU NAMPAK DIA NI DENGKOT2. KAU PURA2 FRIENDLY AND CONCERN. TANYA MACAM2 KAT ORANG SAKIT KAKI TU. BUKANNYA KAU MEMBERS DIA ATAUPUN KAU MEMBERS PON ADA AKU KISAH. HAHA. KALAU KAU TAK PURA2 PON SALAH KAU. MENGAPA?</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>CUBA KAU FIKIR KALAU ADA 1000 ORANG MACAM KAU BUAT BENDA YANG SAMA DEKAT ORANG <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"><b>DENGKOT CACAT BODOH</b></span> SAKIT KAKI TU. TERANIAYA TAK DIA. </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>KESIAN GAK LAH KAT DIA. DIA NAK JALAN PON TAK SELESA. YANG PALING BANGANG PON TAK KE KERING ANAK TEKAK DIA NAK JAWAB 1000 SOALAN ULANG2. CUBA KAU BAYANG</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>SATU RIBU SOALAN YANG DIULANG2. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663333;">U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G U L A N G.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>INI PON BOLEH BUAT ORANG SAKIT HATI. YES. TERUTAMA KAU. DAH LA DIA SAKIT KAKI CAMPUR NAK JAWAB SOALAN YANG BOLEH DIKATEGORI BANGANG DI U L A N G U L A N G. TENSEN LA KOT..</i></div></blockquote><div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This happened to a person and i wont let it happens to me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, mind your own business if you have so many questions inside that skull of yours. The saying goes</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">JANGAN JAGA TEPI KAIN ORANG.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again, i rephrase, i am not in a good mood. I will write about my shitty day. If you are still curious, remember curiosity kills the cat. I dont want you to get killed. It is because i still love you. :| So, ask me a proper question if you are really concern. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, there was this noob. Ppl called him by his alias. I will not mention it here. But i will named him as Jackass @ JA.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, Jackass met me in my room. At that time, i am busy with my stuffs. I had always been busy. Even if i am laying on my bed. Seriously. It is because of the knee pain. So, JA, came and and tried to converse with me. IT was damn awkward. So i was, you know. Aaa, hmm, aaa, yee, aaa. oh, hmm, ohh. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Out of nowhere, he stormed out of the room. I was grateful. "alhamdul.....". Then out of sudden he came back with a serious face. A jackass face. A real one. The one you cannot even lay eyes on'em. **bi. The word that I uttered. Sorry. Somehow, it appeared that JA and **BI are resembled in appearance. Haha. Then he instructed me with a very strange task.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The reason why i am mad because </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><ol><li style="text-align: justify;">The task given had nothing to do with me</li><li style="text-align: justify;">It was beyond my capabilities at present. </li><li style="text-align: justify;">He was aware of my retardation but yet, he acted very kering.</li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;">Shit lah. The feeling of doing something that you dont like. It really bothers me a lot.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">..........................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hish, Sry this tergantung post. And sorry to missus FY. I will promise to write a better post for you. PRBBLY abt the thing that i saw last night. HEHS.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kamal "goddamn" lazy</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, adios mi amor :(</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-66660964238580396902010-04-11T15:05:00.006+08:002010-04-11T21:39:24.621+08:00Everything must changenothing remains the same...... :(<div><br /></div><div>.......................................................................................................................</div><div><br /></div><div>Theres no other words can best describe me at the moment. </div><div><br /></div><div>DISAPPOINTMENT</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again, the quotes, "Shit happens" and "Shit out of luck", are best related to the word above. I am surrounded by mixed of emotions of sorrow, duress, grieve and etc .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, mr duran, what truly is all the fuss about?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tsk, tsk..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Its the el classico............(fyi; el classico comes from spanish which means derby match, not the meeting of 2 greatest club in the world :p)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">.....................................................................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was longing to watch a football match because of pretty hectic and tight schedule of mine. The match last night was the match that ive been waited for so long. Since last year to be exact. The match that can give me a big impact to my life. That can change me into another person in a blink of an eye. Yes, the match is called el-classico, the meeting of Barcelona and Real Madrid. Which i was on the side of Los Blancos or (neo-galacticos), from what i read on newspapers and other medias.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I spared the whole night, neglecting my homeworks, reports, notes, friends, family, knee-injury, roommate, and bla bla bla , just to watch the match. I was at NKI bistro in front of Seremban Parade for the whole night until dawn. 6 hours of waiting. The perseverance i developed worthwhile when the match started at 4 am. Luckily, there were this gang that accompanied me throughout the long waiting. Thanks guys. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, the match started. The match that i assumed is better 5 times than Champions League Final. Yes, I am at that moment was very nervous. I was betting on the side that ive been proud of for my whole life. The club that made everyone jealous of its history. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The game was very tight. Yet, the defensive play showed by real was superb. The tight markings, interceptions and stealing were very good comparing to other teams that played with barca before this, they all sucks. But what worried me the most was the constant attacking play by barca. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They were few chances that real had, but all were wasted by the lack of confidence by real players. All the world set eyes on Cristiano Ronaldo, as he is the talisman for the team. But, the disappointment came when he couldnt do his magic at that time. What the hell is worng with you guys. You were playing the best defense on the pitch but you cannot managed to threat the goal post on the other side. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Until the 30th minute, where the MESSIAH, did his hocus pocus, to destroy the hope of every real fan on the planet. It was a very tormenting display by messi. The goal was priceless. I am dumbfounded. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2nd half of the game. Real started to make adjustment by bringing the old horses of the team, Raul and Guti Haz. I was crossing my fingers hoping that these 2 ppl will bring a good luck charm on the team. Yes, real had some chances but they couldnt managed to breakthrough the defensive wall of Barca. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another disappointment came, when pedro ran all the way without being protected by Arbeloa and showed a very class touch by his left foot. 2-0. The anxiety struck me. I almost fainted. Ceeeh, gediks.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The time passes very fast while watching the game. Then, the game got rough. The stupid ref was blowing his whistle every time a player was brought down. Bodoo. Then, Barca had all their chances from the moment they were given spot kick. They passed the ball very quickly to another player while real players were still "cangak-cangak" to complain. Vice versa, when real had the same chances, all barca players will surrounding the ref and the game was stood still for nearly 5 mins. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What i am trying to say is, the ref was biased to the barca players. Plus, the barca players were very cunning and deceptive. Their tactical approached was one of the dirtiest trick i had seen from my whole life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All in all, it was very DISAPPOINTING.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">................................................................................................</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This evening, i had my new hair-cut because real had lost the el classico for 4 matches in a row. This had nothing to do with nazar or whatsoever. Suddenly, i had the feeling to change something. Yes, everything must change. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I must accept the lost and to bear in mind that Real Madrid is no longer the galacticos that i knew before this. Ronaldo, Zidane, Figo, Roberto Carlos, Makelele, Raul, Casillas, Hierro, Beckham, Salgado and Casillas, they are all Real legends. The neo galacticos is a bunch of people that couldnt play the beautiful game of real madrid. They are just newbies. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">~ From a very disappointed Real fan</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Adios mi amor :(</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-40000806427200811772010-04-10T00:04:00.002+08:002010-04-10T00:07:44.178+08:00When we collidewe lost control.... :)<div><br /></div><div>..........................................................................</div><div><br /></div><div>A tribute to all cat lovers. </div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.imgur.com/3Lz7p.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 2939px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/3Lz7p.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div>Adios mi amor :)<br /><div><br /></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-48368590304512024842010-04-09T20:47:00.004+08:002010-04-09T23:46:45.871+08:00Killingin the name owfffffff...:)<div><br /></div><div>..........................................................................................................</div><div><br /></div><div>i was surfing through youtube to watch this new video of lady gaga and beyonce; telephone. Baahahaha. it was shockingly amazing. The feeling was like watching a free porno clip. LOL. Suddenly, i noticed and became attracted to one of titles on the right column of the window. </div><div><br /></div><div>FAT TAIWANESE KID KILLS WHITNEY HOUSTON WITH THE SONG I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU</div><div><br /></div><div>What kind of person pose this kind of title, a real douchebag. LOL. Yet, my temptation mastered me to hover the cursor and click on it. I have turned into another douchebag that allied to the real douchebag. Sheesh.</div><div><br /></div><div>A fat chinese guy appeared on a stage with full of spectators. A very chubby face, with bowl haircut with an innocent looks. He was wearing a bowtie, and I am very sure that this guy is a complete loser. His challenger was a slim girl with a very market looks. Probably, with a very sexy voice too. Hehe. Yes, everybody, including myself, and you, narrow minded ppl, we judge people by their appearance. Thats the fact. But thats what we are, human. </div><div><br /></div><div>But, when this dude, LIN YU CHUN, started to project his voice. I was stunned. Okay not that kind of expression. But, what surprised me that the tune of his vocal is so melodious. He sang like Whitney Houston. It was a teary-eyed moment. Ceeeeeh, gedik.</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TF2AoMGcNmY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TF2AoMGcNmY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>yeah, i remembered a quote from the TOK class, "seeing is believing". The phenomenon asian guy. Hahaha. Haish. An advice to uolllssss(lol), Jangan tengok muka, tengok talent seseorang dulu. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>So, later. Adios mi amor :)</div><div><br /></div><div>p/s; Jangan tak tengok telephone vid clip. sumpah best. hehehe.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272381640310486317.post-56141245900821866052010-04-07T09:59:00.004+08:002010-04-07T11:32:15.602+08:00Before you<div>My whole life was acapella.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hahaha.</div><div><br /></div><div>..........................................................................</div><div><br /></div><div>Jest 3</div><div><br /></div><div>Gedikness amongst boys. :( darn</div><div><br /></div><div>Bilogy period..lol My brother bilo</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, it is very annoying when you have 5 buddies who are a bunch of nerds. </div><div><br /></div><div>They were discussing about food webs. It was supposed to be a simple discussion where a five year old kid can figure out. Then a very wonderfool and rhetorical question was posed by one of the nerds.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div><i>Kau rasa spider makan apa ah?</i></div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It is the basic of general knowledge, where small animals eat plants. Big animals eat smaller ones. You can even use logic to solve this type of question. Unless you are a total idiot who knows nothing about how everything works in this world. Plus, the person is already in college, where he can think wise enough what spiders eats.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was amused that how wonderfool science makes us think deeply about this very lame question. Yet, these dudes were very anxious to give their opinions. SHEEP. </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(40, 40, 40); "><h1 id="article-title" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; text-align: center; ">Just because a question is asked, an answer is required!</h1><div>Bodoo, because i found this very often in my daily life. When a question is posed to most of us, we feel compelled to answer it. It is as if a question is actually a demand that an answer be given. FML.</div><div><br /></div><div><blockquote><i>Aku rasaaa nii, aku rasa.,....aaaaa, aah kaaannnn.</i></blockquote></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, luckily, when i cannot find my own entertainment, this sudden entertainment gives me pleasure beyond my .............. HEHE, it sounds so wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div>..............................................................................................</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to undergo surgery on June. The second knee surgery. I feel like a professional footballer now. Yes, Ronaldo, Luiz Nazario de Lima, my favorite striker of all time. Haha perasan. Well, i do hope that i will recover fast enough so that i can enjoy my semester holiday with friends. Haish, ah, and the doctor reminded me that i have to give up my football passion. Sheesh, it is very sad because the thing that i loved is taken away from me. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, adios mi amor :(</div></span>Kamal Lazihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669677721686726282noreply@blogger.com0