TenTang Q

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Taman Daya, Johor Bahru, Malaysia
Let me be myself, theres nothing to do wif u.i'm the way i am, so dont ever teach me wuts good, and better for me.i love being me, it's really all i can and want to be.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Beautiful Things


If You Forget Me



I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.



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Saturday, December 12, 2009

He is My BeSt Friend Forever



Mohd Hafiz Bin Mohd Nazri but im juz called him afiz..
he is my best friend ever since 2006..
he caring sangat dan dye jadi tmpt luahan hati i yang kedua slps my lovely..
wlupon i ta pnh jumpe dye tp dye mmg kwn i yang bek..wlupon dye tua setaun dr i..tp dye nie jenis giler2..kaki smoking n clubing haha..tp dye ta pnh ajar i bnda2 jahat..coz i tau ati dye bek..okla tu jer yang i nak bgtau tntg my best fren..and dye la satu2 nye best fren laki..

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

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Doraemon ku

Walaupun aku telah berumur 19 tahun,tapi tidak ku nafikan ku memang suka giler kat doraemon nie..mmg da lama ku minat dye..sebab pertama nye aderlah dye comel,kedua sebab dye kucing dan yg ketiga dye warna biru dan biru adlh my fav colour dan yg keempat dye punye birthday 3 sept dan ku 4 sept heheh..

Kat sini ku nak menceritakan serba sedikit tentang asal-usul Doraemon yang telah kukaji. Mengapa dia tidak mempunyai telinga, mengapa dia takut tikus dan ape2 jer tntngnya.

So Enjoy….
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  1. Doraemon adalah sebuah robot kucing yang dibuat pada 3 September 2112

  2. Bermacam jenis robot diciptakan pada abad ke 22.
    Di sebuah kilang yang tidak jauh dari Tokyo, diciptakan robot-robot kucing

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  1. Kerana sebuah kemalangan, Doraemon ni terkurang 1 chip berbanding robot kucing yang lain dan menjadikannya barang kelas dua.

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  1. Doraemon tidak begitu baik dalam pelajarannya.

  2. Lalu ia dihantar ke Akademi Robot untuk dilatih sebagai robot rumah tangga.

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  1. Akhirnya dia boleh lulus dalam bidang itu.

  2. Tetapi, bagi Doraemon ia tidak lulus.
    Doraemon gagal dalam semua ujiannya.
    (Perhatikan angka 0 pada kertas ujiannya!!)

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  1. Dan menjadi pengasuh dari keturunan Nobita.

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  1. Pada suatu hari, masa Doraemon tengah tidur, sebuah robot tikus menggigit kedua telinganya.
    (Catatan: Sumber lain mengatakan bahwa robot tikus tersebut merupakan milik Sewashi, cucu cicit Nobita)

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  1. Musibah ini membuat Doraemon sangat sedih dan menangis selama 10 hari.

  2. Doraemon menangis…. dan terus menangis…

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  1. Air mata membuat warna aslinya yang kuning terang menjadi luntur…

  2. Air matanya merubah warna badannya menjadikan warna biru…

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Doraemon berubah menjadi apa yang kita kenal sekarang: sebuah robot kucing biru tanpa telinga!

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Doraemon Before and After…
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