the SPEED of life..

SOUND

2011-06-16T01:08:00.000-07:00

It is eight o'clock in the morning in Canada. I am sitting on my favourite couch with a small table on my left. The couch is placed near the big window in my big house. When I am sitting, I can see my favourite big hand-made grand piano. The morning ray is spouting through the window and reflect to grand piano. Magnificent! It still looks new eventhough I have bought it over sixty years ago when I still could walk in my stilleto.

Then, I smile. I take a sip from my coffee that my maid made for me. But, there is no sound of sipping at all. I have been deaf for a long time eventhough the advent of medical technology have improved lives. I refuse to undergo the surgery. I rather look at the colours of all my flowers in the backyard than hearing people talk. It is disturbing me. All I want is to remind me of the past at the past is a really pleasure to me. I can hear the sound of the soothing air touches my skin, birds chipping and I can hear my magical fingers playing the piano.

It was 2011. I was still in my youth. I was studying in a music school in France. Everyone called me magical Anna. String and keyboard instrument seem friendly to me. We were such a good combination. I could play them really well. I am Italian-Mongolian child. My dad is a truly handsome Italian man. But,I really do not know my mother. She left us since Dolce was in her first month old.

I was raised in an ordinary lifestyle in Rome. Music was already in my soul since I was born. My father was a professional musician. He taught Dolce and me music since we still learning to talk well. The sound of violin and the melodious piano were really familiar to us. Our neighbours were used to hear the music coming from our house. It was really wonderful.

Music was my passion. I was the top student in the music school. Everyone said that I had my fingers in every pie. Honestly,I was very good in my studies. But, whatever I did, Dolce was always be the first in my father's eyes. She was brilliant, pretty and enjoyed her life with full of gays. Dolce was three years younger than me. Father said she had my mother's eyes. Dolce was more comfortable with experimenting, observing and investigating. She wanted to be a successful chemist besides being a violinist. My father was really proud of her. Hence, my father sent us to France but we were studying at different place.

Time passes, I had already made a decision to become visible to people. I took the first step by participating in an orchestra competition. Everyone said that I could be a good conductor. I wanted to show the world about my precious ability. At the age of twenty-three, it was such a challenge for me. I had to stand on my feet to make an excellent orchestra band.

It was Tuesday morning . I was busy putting up the audition poster on the notice board in my music school. There were a pile of it and the poster were everywhere in Paris.

Then, it was the time for the audition. I rented a studio for the audition and my best friend, Maria who always gave me her support accompanied me. The person who was attended was playing the flute. Then I heard it. Traumerei, by Schumann was a nice piece to play with the flute. Traumerei means dream in German. The person who will play the piece should play with soft and swaying sound. He played the piece with confidence and I was swayed by the enchanted melody. Then I chosed him.

It was such a pressure when we wanted everything to be perfect. I had done the audition for two weeks. I had selected all the woodwind player like flute, oboe, clarinet and bassoon. Also the brass instrument and percussion player. Woodwind, brass and percussion instrument would be a good combination but, the string instrument is the heart in an orchestra. Good violinist and cellist would give live to the performance. I had been searching for good instrument player and finally there was one chair left for a violinist.

When there was the last day for the audition, I almost gave up. I could not find even a person. . I almost lose my appetite but the situation changed when I saw a person that was really familiar to me . She entered the studio with confident smile bringing her violin bag and swung her long legs. I was startled. She was Dolce. "What piece are you going to play?" I asked with unpleasant voice. "Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig Van Beethoven,"she said it with pride.

Dolce gave all her efforts in that piece. However, I seldom hear the piece played on violin. The piece started with soft and sustained sound and finally a strong emotion in the middle of the piece. I was too absorbed in the melody when Dolce play the violin. "Anna, it's over,"said Maria with her moderate pitch voice. Suddenly, I was awake. It was so good and I chosed her.

It was the first day of training. Everything was still roaring. They need more practise to equalize the sound and dynamics. I lead the band strictly and there was no reason for me to be unfriendly to everyone in the band. Suddenly, I did not see Dolce. After forty-five minutes, she came with desolated sights. I did not even bother. "I think you don't respect your time,' I said. "I'm sorry Anna, the practise time clash with my chemistry class,"she replied. "you're required to be more punctual,"I replied strictly.

Everyone in the band did not know that Dolce was my sister. She did not really care about it because we were not close at all. I really impressed with all of them especially Dolce. Therefore, I chosed her to be the concertmaster in our orchestra band. The principal first violin is called the concertmaster and is considered the leader of not only the string section but the entire orchestra, subordinate only to the conductor.

The practises were carried out as I planned. I was lack of sleep for about two months. Time passed really fast until I realise it was the day for the competition. It was held in the opera house in Paris. My hands were shaking while waiting for my turn. I waited at the waiting room with Dolce. We were sitting on the sofa. Dolce wore her black long dress and had a bun on her hair. The dress matched her brown hair and her exotic-looking eyes. I wore a grey long dress and my russet bob-style hair matched it. I still remember the yellow light in the room that made my brooche sparkled. Our fragrance of perfumes made a good combination. The room was not quiet at all. I could hear the sound of clapping and dim sound of classical song coming from the stage.

"Get ready Anna and Dolce, you'll be on the stage in five minutes more," said the stage organiser. I looked at Dolce. Her eyes showed a nervous look.. then, she smiled and walked beside me carrying her violin. She hold my hand. I could feel my adrenaline rise to the maximum level . This is my first show, thousand pairs of eyes will watching me. What am I going to do?

Suddenly, I felt that I was taller than everyone. On my left, Dolce was already in her place. Then, all the crews were ready to get my conduct. There were fifty chairs placed on the stage for them and I could not find one empty chair. The spotlights were focused on the stage. I took a deep breath and slowly waved my hand by holding a modern wooden conducting baton to start the piece.

It was Rhapsodie No.2 by Brahms. The melody already flew through my veins. The piece started with loud and passionate melody to give attention to the audience. I gave sign for the percussion row to start then followed by the string, woodwind and finally the brass instrument. The sound echoed in the opera house. All eyes were on us.

Eight pages were already done. It was followed by Fantaisie-Impromptu by Chopin. I conducted the piece by playing the grand piano. I guessed it would be an extra mark for me. The song started with moderate pace and I was swayed by the melody. The dynamics were excellent. All my crew were giving their souls and efforts in that piece. Finally,my favourite piece Turkish March by Mozart was ready to play. The string instrument started first. Dolce was really good by being the concertmaster. Then, followed by other instrument and I still playing the piano to conduct. The piece was very energetic,dramatic and resulted like a marching mode. In the middle of the piece, the key changed and repeated. Different mood would be applied while playing it.

All tense were released. All audience were giving their big hand after I had done. Iturned back and smile while giving a nice bow. I could see my father wore a black tuxedo with his bow tie in the crowd. His eyes were telling me how proud he was. Guess what, we won!

After that moment, Paris were under my feet. I became a famous multi-talented musician where I can conduct and compose really unique song. I had finished my studies. I travelled around the worl to spread my talent. Everyone knew me but not to my family. Father died after a week after I had my graduation. I left Dolce alone in France. We just contacted through phone while I was working and I admit that we had cold conversation.. She decided to go back to Rome and become a professional chemist and I let her go all by herself. We were just like in different world.

I had spent my time working and travelling around the world. Remembering Dolce was such a glimpse. We never met for nine years. I never thought of finding her. I married an English man when I was working in London. He was a guitarist. We met while we were doing performance together. Then, we moved to Canada and lived in an expensive bungalow.

We never had a good marriage and it resulted in a divorce after two years we were together. He moved back to London while I was busy composing. After the divorce, all the days were gloomy. T ripped off my pains by drinking high-dose of caffeine and being a workaholic. Day by day, my hearing were getting unclear until I felt peculiar about myself. I could not hear anything Every sound was switched to a silent mode . The doctor said that my ears were so intensely to exposed to the sound and it made my ears to malfunction. I felt like want to kill myself. There was no point for me to live without hearing anything. I did not believe it but it was the truth.

I spent all my time in my bungalow when most women were busy doing their household for thirty-four years. I was hoping for the angel to give miracle to me or fairy-god-mother to give me new pair of ears. I wish it will come true. It was such a waste sitting alone watching the television and hoping for the sound to come out. But, I had to get use to it.

Now, I am ninety-two years old. An old lady who is still sitting in her house in Canada alone. I can see all the wrinkles on my limbs and my face. My cheeks are not tight like before. My hair is as white as snow. I cannot walk all by myself without the help of a stick and I spend my time by sitting and watching my grand piano . Everyday, I try to press one of the key and wish I could hear it but it is a waste. I am just hoping for a thing that is impossible. Sound has become extinct to my ears but I can hear it when I am remembering about the past. There are nice,sweet and bitter things to share. I still remember Dolce but not to her face. I refuse to find her. What will she say when she knows her successful sister has become a deaf person?I still remember the song we played in the orchestra. All the people were giving their big hand. I really appreciate the moment.

I have a pair of ears to hear the beautiful sound. It is the gift from God. The sound makes everyone lifes colourfull including me.I know how the sad, happy,animated and angry sound sounded. That makes me grateful to God. I can hear only for about thirty-four years and it is enough for me. Suddenly my chest feels tight. I cannot breathe at all. It really hurts until I do not have the strength to shout. I feel like I am downing in a pitch-black sea and a very bright light sparks with all of sudden. I can see Dolce and father stand in front of me, they are holding my hands and they still looking the same.Goodbye world.

EVERYTHING'S CHANGED

2011-01-28T04:48:00.000-08:00

I just discovered that time is really fast until I do not recognize I am already can tie my own shoelace! Because that my weakness part..ayah always helps me to tie my shoelace...that's the best fits...comfortable...and I still do not know how to make like ayah did....that is ayah..makes our life easier...also mama...the one who teaches me not just to rely on someone if we want something...mama is the best mama I ever had...she is not ordinary like other mamas. Mama is the person who can send me to piano class on time however she have a timid time to run...but, time is running out..same like she drives the car....THE SPEED OF SOUND!!!haha I wonder if the car have two breaks??? hmmmm.

In my life, I am closed to mama's siblings. They are 10 of them include mama. Mama is the youngest sister instead of Pak Usu. As time passes, their hair becoming whiter and whiter. Their teeth are reducing. But, thanks to the dentist because they can smile with dentures inside their mouths. Wide and confident smile...really proud of it.

I have two sisters which are Nabiha and Adibah. During the school holidays, we were busy collecting our pictures and paste them on the wide big frame. I was so surprised when there were many things change including their face, hair and obviously their body size. It was the thin version of Adibah in 2004.....it is big version of Adibah in 2011....I have to say that, things are change. At the same time, Nabiha also faced the same thing. So do I...

Today, I realize that good thing is not always by our side. That is the colour of life. Sometimes we are on top and sometimes we are not.....and the worst part that someone who could not identify what is their status...that is such a piss! I have been through a hard time since last 3 weeks at school include my classmate. WE ARE EXHAUSTED !!!Just imagine 11 subjects to learn in a short period of time and tons of homeworks to do and pass it on time...that is really hard. The 'HARD' cannot be 'Hard' anymore when we are used to it. That is the key of success!

I think, with all this pressure, I will be the person that I want to be. Things always change...my last year final exam is not good enough instead of getting the second place. So I have to make a change..... a really big change. Thanks to all the teacher who always yell "hei saye nak A+....hei kalau x siap kejja saye bagi demerit...siapkan nota klu x saye x msk kelas" at 5 Yasmeen. I want to prove that we are the good one not the bad one......we are the A+ student not a failure anymore. Whatever it is, teacher always makes me realize...and not to forget my beloved and no ordinary parents who always by my side. Nabiha and Adibah always open my mind that we are human that must care to each other. I must get what I want. The gold is just in front of me and just have to be focus!!!I must defeat to the person who thinks me stupid man! this is uncool man! but just watch....the sky is the limit.

p.s this year will be a great year for me...hahaha

Airbrush painting...

2010-12-21T04:31:00.000-08:00

on 18th and 19th December..i learned about airbrush painting (lukisan berus angin) at BSLN..with my cousins( faiz and dot)...however, it is a good things to know....

*so this is what i've got frm wikipedia

An airbrush works by passing a stream of fast moving (compressed) air through a venturi, which creates a local reduction in air pressure (suction) that allows paint to be pulled from an interconnected reservoir at normal atmospheric pressure. The high velocity of the air atomizes the paint into very tiny droplets as it blows past a very fine paint-metering component. The paint is carried onto paper or other surface. The operator controls the amount of paint using a variable trigger which opens more or less a very fine tapered needle that is the control element of the paint-metering component. An extremely fine degree of atomization is what allows an artist to create such smooth blending effects using the airbrush.

The technique allows for the blending of two or more colors in a seamless way, with one color slowly becoming another color. Freehand airbrushed images, without the aid of stencils or friskets, have a floating quality, with softly defined edges between colors, and between foreground and background colors. A well skilled airbrush artist can produce paintings of photographic realism or can simulate almost any painting medium. Painting at this skill level involves supplementary tools, such as masks and friskets, and very careful planning.

Some airbrushes use pressure as low as 20 psi (1.38 bar) while others use pressures in the region of 30-35 psi (2-2.4 bar). Larger "spray guns" as used for automobile spray-painting need 100 psi (6.8 bar) or more to adequately atomize a thicker paint using less solvent. They are capable of delivering a heavier coating more rapidly over a wide area. Even with small artist airbrushes using acrylic paint, artists must be careful not to breathe in the atomized paint, which floats in the air for minutes and can go deep into the lungs. With commercial spray guns for automobiles, it is vital that the painter have a clean air source to breathe, because automotive paint is far more harmful to the lungs than acrylic. Certain spray guns, called High-Volume Low-Pressure (HVLP) spray guns, are designed to deliver the same high volumes of paint without requiring such high pressures.

airbrush is something new for me to learn.....really enjoyed the moment.......sorry no photos...maybe next time...

delicious recipe: CHICKEN NACHOS

2010-12-15T20:18:00.000-08:00

hi there...as Malaysian we might get board if the same of our local food served in front of us everyday......so I would gladly to share some of the Mexican recipe in my blog...trying is better than seeing....haha

INGREDIENTS:

2 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves- chopped

2 table spoon vegetable oil

1 teaspoon cayenne pepper (i dunno what is it) or to taste

1 package corn tortilla chips or you can buy the 'chachos snacks'

1 package of shredded Mexican-style cheese blend

diced green chillies

DIRECTIONS:

1. in a medium bowl, stir the chicken with vegetable oil and cayenne pepper. Let stand for 15 minutes or longer if desired.

2. heat the skillet over medium- high heat. Add the chicken mixture and fry the chicken until no longer pink. Remove from heat and set aside.

3. preheat the oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Spread a thin layer of "chachos" or tortilla chips in a baking dish, 1/4 of the chicken is sprinkled on top of it, 1/4 of the chillies, and 1/4 of cheese over the chips. Repeat layers ending with cheese on top.

4. bake for 15 to 20 minutes in the preheated oven, until the cheese is melted and everything is heated through. Serve with your favorite nachos toppings.

* if you dare to add a little bit Malaysian taste...try to serve with 'tempoyak'-just kidding i know it will bring not a perfect combination....however try is better than watch!!

Seeking the Taj Mahal

2010-12-15T20:05:00.000-08:00

Overlooking the River Yamuna, and visible from the fort in the west, the Taj Mahal stands at the northern end of vast gardens enclosed by walls. Though its layout follows a distinctly Islamic theme, representing Paradise, it is above all a monument to romantic love. Shah Jahan built the Taj to enshrine the body of his favourite wife, Arjumand Banu Begum, better known as Mumtaz Mahal ("Elect of the Palace"), who died shortly after giving birth to her fourteenth child, in 1631.

Proud Architects of Taj Mahal
The names of the chief architect who worked on the Taj have been noted. Ismail Afandi, who designed the hemispheres and built the domes was from Turkey. Qazim Khan came from Lahore to cast the gold finial that would top the dome. Chiranji Lal was called from Delhi to pattern the mosaic. From Shiraz in Persia came master calligrapher, Amanat Khan. Stone cutter Amir Ali was from Baluchistan. Ustad Isa of Tukey is however credited to have been the main architect. It is believed that his design embodied much of what the Emperor wanted to express.

Agra, the Chosen City
Approach to the Taj: The walled complex is approached from the south through a red sandstone forecourt, Chowk-i Jilo Khana, whose wide paths, flanked by arched kiosks, run to high gates in the east and west. The original entrance, a massive arched gateway topped with delicate domes and adorned with Koranic verses, stands at the northern edge of Chowk-i Jilo Khana, directly aligned with the Taj, but shielding it from the view of those who wait outside. Today's entrance, complete with security checks, is through a narrow archway in the southern wall to the right of the gate.

Garden Mausoleum

The mighty marble tomb stands at the end of superb gardens designed in the charbagh style so fashionable among Moghul, Arabic and Persian architect. Dissected into four quadrants by waterways, they evoke the Islamic image of the Gardens of Paradise, where rivers flow with water, milk, wine and honey. The "rivers" converge at a marble tank in the centre that corresponds to al-Kawthar, the celestial pool of abundance mentioned in the Koran. Today only the watercourse running from north to south is full, and its precise, glassy reflection of the Taj is a favourite photographic image.

The Structure
Essentially square in shape, with peaked arches cut into its sides, the Taj Mahal surmounts a square marble platform marked at each corner by a high minaret. Topped with a huge central dome, it rises for over 55m, its height accentuated by a crowning brass spire, itself almost 17m high. On approach, the tomb looms ever larger and grander, but not until you are close do you appreciate both its awesome magnitude and the extraordinarily fine detail of relief carving, highlighted by floral patterns of precious stones. Carved vases of flowers including roses, tulips and narcissi, rise subtly out of the marble base, a pa ttern repeated more colourfully and inlaid with precious stones around the four great arched recesses (pishtaqs) on each side.

The Tomb
The south face of the tomb is the main entrance to the interior: a high, echoing octagonal chamber flushed with pallid light reflected by yellowing marble surfaces. A marble screen, cut so finely that it seems almost translucent, and decorated with precious stones, scatters dappled light over the cenotaph of Mumtaz Mahal in the centre of the tomb, and that of Shah Jahan next to it. Inlaid stones on the marble tombs are the finest in Agra; attendants gladly illuminate the decorations with torches. The 99 names of Allah adorn the top of Mumtaz's tomb, and set into Shah Jahan's is a pen box, the hallmark of a male ruler. These cenotaphs, in accordance with Moghul tradition, are only representations of the real coffins, which lie in the same positions in an unadorned and humid crypt below that's heavy with the scent of heady incense and rose petals.

*thanks for reading at least you have an extra acknowledgement about other monument

3 weeks to GO!

2010-12-15T01:41:00.000-08:00

Another 3 weeks......i'll get involved in a battle...

SPM.....your knees will shaking..

the spm is going to be my pass port to go to the university (city of universe haha)

so i must have to be prepared for all of this but i think that i am not fully prepared...

because there is so many obstacle that i have to face...the temptation....i mean watch tV....like i'm doing now, in front my lap top...i am afraid right now....maybe i'll do the same mistakes that i did when i'm in PMR and UPSR......i hope that no more B in my result in SPM and i must focus in the game....yeah i'll call it a game because it can reduce my pressure right now and at least i've a slightest fun with studying......by the way it is fun when we studying if we didn't think about the reward.. so in my status i'd like to study without thinking about the reward and must be sincere to my self....knowledge is really important....

* lagi2 SPM relax je la okey.....hahaha

school holiday

2010-12-08T23:10:00.000-08:00

i'm 17 next year...so this school holiday I try to fulfill my time with doing all the activity that i seldom do....at least it is an improvement in my life....okay let me list all up my activities

1.sleep (i'm not sure)

2.sweep the floor

3.watch HOUSE

4.drawing (but my drawing is a little bit mess)

5.try to compose a song (it is a lie haha)

*anyway i hope that i will get a bombastic result for SPM.......there are only 2 ways that i want to be either architect or musician

2010-09-25T00:35:00.000-07:00

sorry, there's no song in this scrapbook but you can play any of song in my playlist

my pReciouS

2010-06-05T00:11:00.000-07:00

yesterday i felt my time was really short....when i woke up i saw a dull morning infront of me. I said when it will end?????yesterday was the last day for me to go to school and i'm free from the pathetic exam. Can you imagine....i took the three killer subject (phY,CheM and biO) you know what I meant....those subject was not that tough but.......my head spinned when i saw such bloody chemical sign. But, I've done all my exams....which really tough.....the exams end yesterday i'll appriciate these two week of holiday. This is my precious.....and this is my enjoyable moment.....bye....

2010 snapshot

2010-02-21T22:40:00.000-08:00

graffiti at my school wall
done by:suha,akem,mirul,nad@opie,nawa,anis(4 yasmeen)
graffiti kami amatlah buruk stelah hujan turun

soleha

me and bella

naBiha

first day to go to school~ish ish adibah nie

2010 collection

2010-02-21T22:32:00.000-08:00

tittle:sekolah milik kita
made by:suha
it is 4 my school project with my friend

tittle:BUNTU
made by:suha

pergi-the F.O.S acoustic nite

2010-02-03T01:07:00.000-08:00

hakim is leaving......
n maybe izzati is doing her revision on her double decker bed now at SMAP KAJANG.......
n maybe another chair in my class will empty again....
fren, i'll miss all of u...
n this song is delicate to all of u

Lirik Lagu Pergi - Aizat (OST Talentime)

Sayu terpisah
hikayat indah kini hanya tinggal sejarah
berhembus angin rindu
begitu nyamannya terhidu wangian kasihmu

hujan lebat mencurah kini
bagaikan tiada henti

kaulah laguku kau irama terindah
tak lagi kudengari

kau pergi.. pergi..
sepi tanpa kata
terdiam dan kaku tak daya kau kulupa
apa pun kata mereka
biarkan kenangan berbunga di ranting usia

suha: hope u all suke dengar bibi(my little sis)sing.....n afiq strum the guitar nicely
~bile kite nk jmpe lg ye kawan?????

why???

2010-01-29T05:38:00.000-08:00

1.WHY THE TREE'S COLOUR IS GREEN???
2.WHY I CAN'T SEE THE WIND????
3.WHY I CAN SEE A PERSON WITH BLACK HEART IN FRONT OF ME???
4.WHY THE CHICKEN HAS FEATHER BUT NOT SKIN???
5. WHY HUMAN HAS SKIN AND THE CAT HAS FUR???
6. WHY I CAN'T TOUCH THE CLOUD ???
7.WHY MY AGE IS GETTING OLDER???

suha: that's me i always said why....and i've only 7 'WHYS'......
: THIS IS JUST THE WAY I AM.....
:and this is human being... we always said why b'coz GOD knows everything
:and I pray to GOD I'll never forget YOU.....
:and I'm getting older.....this July...

EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING

2010-01-27T23:57:00.001-08:00

USAGE: Suha missed the bus to school. But it had a puncture on its way and arrived half an hour late. Every cloud has a silver lining!!!

MEANING: There is something good in any situation no matter how bad it may seem.

ORIGIN: Have you ever seen a cloud with the sun behind it??? Well the centre of the cloud is still dark and scary like its going to start pouring any minute,but the edges look silvery in colour due to the sun and they give you a feeling of warmth and safety.

from suha: thats all 4 my idioms today.....i hope these will help me 2 achieve a good result...insyaallah....bye..

god...i'm still speechless rite now...but not really

2010-01-15T23:24:00.000-08:00

me n d gurls

dec. month is a hard situation 4 me.....everytime i walk, i feel like my heart drop infront of me....god it's really hard.....what will my rsult wud be????i walk with pride.....when i get my upsr result in 2006....hopefully i'll feel d same when i get d pmr result....9 subject is ok 4 me...it's an extravaganza i think...
on 24th dec. i know my pmr result on my mom's phone....i felt happy,speechless eva...but my inner heart said that i can walk with pride again...i'll do better n better in my spm....now, it's 2010 n this is d beginer...n i'm still climbing on the rite stairs...

in danga bay!!!!!!!!!!

2009-11-25T21:37:00.001-08:00

on d way 2 danga bay ha ha......

welcome 2 danga bay

me n hidayah

best shot eva!!!!!!

me with dr rosma

suha with her cousins

me n cousins n uncle

best shot eva in jb..........

2009-11-25T21:31:00.000-08:00

afik,aqeel,k.efy n kak fiza

trip 2 jb.....i've lots of fun!!!!!!

2009-11-25T21:25:00.000-08:00

this is my cousins fiancee!!!!!!!!
my trip 2 jb last week is for my cousins engagement day!!!!!!

ge ge gegege no Kitaro

2009-11-17T22:11:00.000-08:00

anTs In yoUr panTs

2009-11-16T21:22:00.000-08:00

2day, i've got 2 idioms that i've learn......one of them r.......anTs In yOur PanTs.....

usage: babah always hops about in class like she has got ants in her pants...ish ish ish........

meaning:jumpy,restless

origin: This saying probably comes from the Stone Age when man used to live in a caves and all the small insects from the wild would live with him, too. Ants would be everywhere , including in pants! Imagine if you really had ants in your pants.....wouldn't you be jumping about??????? And once you have experienced ants in your pants, you'd be forever restless wouldn't you?????????

spill tHe beaNs

2009-11-16T21:03:00.000-08:00

just spill the beans !!!!!!!this is a good expression 4 me to a person who love 2 fake....(renung-renungkan............)

spiLL tHe beaNs
meaning: 2 give away a secret

origin: do you know in ancient Greece people used to gather in secret clubs? And when they had to vote for something they would drop beans into a jar . A black bean dropped would mean 'no' and a white bean would mean 'yes'. Then others would sometimes expose somebody and whom they had voted for by overturning the jar and spilling the beans. Ever since this saying has been used to refer to giving away a secret.

the most populAr guls Eva!!!!!!

2009-11-15T20:15:00.000-08:00

we're swimming in d river n we take a great pose on d rock.....peace!!!!!!

suha with her cousins

2009-11-15T20:10:00.000-08:00

this is my girls cousins n excpt yg wat peace sdg pegang anak n yang kembungkan pipi...to badge menantu k.....so jgn slh fhm...sob sob

bibiE

2009-11-15T20:06:00.000-08:00

this is bibi my sister too.....she only got one year 2 relax bcoz 2011 she'll be sitting 4 UPSR n i'll be sitting 4 SPM......gosh.....

babAh

2009-11-15T19:58:00.000-08:00

this is my younger sister......i just wished her luck a few days ago bcoz next year is her first time 2 go 2 school n no more uno card!!!!!! ha ha ha

classmate tingy

2009-11-14T20:41:00.001-08:00

fwenz kitterr.....my classmate

dReAms comes TruE!!!!!

2009-10-28T07:58:00.000-07:00

anyway i juz wanna say hi again wif all my blog readers (anyway....i know i'm d only person who read my own blog he he he).....frenz, waiting for d PMR results is the worst part....i admit it....n starts frm now,i prefer to stay at home...i think i can do my own activity at home....i can squeeze my brain for sudoku, drawing, my puzzle cube n others. Talking about dreams comes true....i think in this worst time eva, i think we shud think about what we will be when we grwn up....whateva it is...I WANNA BE AN ARCHITECT....i will achieve that...although it is 4 god forsaken.....i hope my dream comes true!!!!! gu-nite!!!!!

nardzads

2009-04-14T04:41:00.000-07:00

NARDZADS??????perkataan tersebut dari dua name seperti catdog. Mengapa? kerana nadia dan izat persis seperti kartun catdog. Nadia n izat suke gaduh tp pergaduhan yg positif....pergaduhan yg bley glak. tp best lah fren ngan dorang nie coz tige2 owtak gile....coz aku akan sokong sape saje bile nadia ngan izat gaduh....kekadang nard n sometimes izat. Begitu juga me n syu syu mempunyai high immagination. Saya perlukan kaunseling!!!!!!

syu syu n oni cherry mellow

2009-04-14T04:29:00.000-07:00

syu syu n oni cherry mellow mengisahkan dua org watak chomeyll dlm KOMIK SAYEEE actually these comic x dterbitkan lg dan tak pernah pon. alkisah bermula sebenarnya syu syu adelah name comelan dari syuhada....... syuhada n me are frenz since dalam perot mama kami lg he he he.....syuhada karakter nyew best.......suka mentertawakan dirinya wehek.....suke menyanyi.......suke merapu.....dan pleng penting wilek dlm ksshn walaupon mak cik kantin melesapkan duit 5 ringgitnya...ttapi masih ade lagi ukiran senyuman di wajahnya. Oni cherry mellow plak singkatan dr aunee....jdlah oni. she also have an interesting character. Suka bercerita...kadangkala oni mcm kakak cket tp ok jerk oni nie......kartun dua figura ini akan saya lukiskan di dalam blog.offline.personal saye bgitu juga figura bongok dan bungek.

arabic

2009-04-02T23:01:00.000-07:00

i am ready to go to jordain o egypt or whatever.....i think i am ambitious person....i know someday i must go to oversea someday to study. But i must work hard frm now....i just got 5A's for march exam i must work hard for another 4 subject ok....chiayoooo suha

batik is our culture

2009-03-27T03:17:00.000-07:00

oh my god....batik is awesome...this is what i found today...actually i'm busy doing assignment for PMR......this is one of my work for those ridicoulus assignment...he he he

SENILE

2009-02-18T01:52:00.000-08:00

are you senile?????thats the word when sylvia scold her mother Nenna Yetta(the nanny)......that the same thing that happen 2 me maybe..its really not me....but others conflict but it is not a conflict actually. Ok.....afiq's grandmother is an alzhymer patient. Maybe that is what i learned for. What goes around comes around. as i look at old people exspecially (alzhymer) they 'll turn back to their childhood moment. a sensitive person,wearing drypears again and whateveer..............what goes around comes around

3 of my painting [actually a lot]

2009-01-16T02:51:00.000-08:00

2009-01-16T02:47:00.000-08:00

this is my lovely painting....graffiti art D one i lurve...

t-shirt

2009-01-16T02:19:00.000-08:00

hari ni i'm tryin 2 design my class t-shirt...so fa so gud...bnyk yg chantek i design. maybe i nk jd fashion designer kot ble bsr nnti....but 2 my scnd ambition.

sad day....

2009-01-09T02:48:00.000-08:00

today....i wanna cry "maybe".....tunggu punye tunggu bulan x timbul 2. He he he x de lorh....hey bdak nie bleh Dkatakan kurang asam r o rude....org anta e-mail x bls plak tuwh....bngng giler....nk poyo cam die ramai peminat.......heh blagak lak tuwh. Hanya gue yg tau betapa sedey/geramnya/bodonye hatiku ini.n kecewa cket r....

gue nyer pix

2008-11-16T00:38:00.001-08:00

what A WeiRd day

2008-09-15T07:06:00.000-07:00

ari ni orang D skitar aku adalah orang di kalangan pelik. Bcoz kwn 2 aku sume plik....nawa n Sole asik trglk je dgn bace buku tilik nasib yang 'BODO' tu.....nadia lak first time mrh aku bile die aja aku math....bangge lah 2 coz first time aja aku math...pastu la pasangan kembar siam ni SYusYu n namik0 asik nyanyi jer.......hah klu bleh bwk hp gi skul mesti aku tgkp gmbr diorang...

pistol wahai pistol

2008-08-19T22:10:00.000-07:00

hari ni dpt RM 10 i think i wanna buy a bits gun ala pistol manik n first thing is abg ajad ade suke jgak die ade x de lah kiterang boring nak beli pistol la hari ni....jom dot teman aku gi beli pistol manik plaseee........................

bowing

2008-08-01T00:24:00.000-07:00

esok sekolah boring arr.......tp x pe asalkan dpt ilmu.....lg pon bnyk keje klu kat umah asik 2 kemas umah....dok diam pon x leh...jamuan pengawas pon nak dkt dah ni....agaknye wat kat mne ekk...boring la klu dowang wat kat peransang aku bunuh sape yang cadangkan...cheh x delah sbb dah muak dah mkn kat sane dr kecik aku mkn kat situ....aku harap dpt mkn kat legend hotel ke x pon kat skolah...save duit aku he he he lagipon aku x sabo pon nk sambut majlis prpisahan pengawas frm 5 x saba gile nak tgk kiran,siva yang menyakitkan hati,aaron,mahesan,raymon ala sume d most important is tooooootttttt.............he he he x leh ckp a...k bye

what a happy day

2008-07-18T07:33:00.000-07:00

wau......harini jumpe my nephew....Raja Ahmad Akhil cik yan asik dukung je akhil...mestilah cucu sulong n a happy day 2 me is akhil lahir 15hb july wau i think he's cancer mesti satu kepala ngan kite...keluarga dah bertambah besar dah warga 2 lot 142 ni. Tahun depan anak kak ezy yg no 2 plak seronoknye keluarga Osman Said o FOS semakin berkmbg dh msk the fourth generation....tanpa disedari kite dh jd mak cik ,org sume pnggl aku mak ulong tp x biase la ala wat pe nk riso kite mude mestilah panggil kakak he.he.he

happy B'day 2 Me

2008-07-03T02:21:00.000-07:00

happy birthday 2 me....happy birthday 2 me......yeah my birthday is on 7th july wau i hopr i get a best present.

mcm bangang jew

2008-06-22T08:10:00.000-07:00

tgk citew korea online adelah menyakitkan.....trsekat sekat.....sakit ati smlm x sangat episod ari ni lak yang problem

sakitnyew jari

2008-06-22T07:24:00.000-07:00

hari ni kene wat kerja memotong kertas menggunakan pisau blade sakitnyew jasi sampai jari manis terluka.....wau cikgu khalidah must pay me...i'm feel like SUCKS n mcm org bodoh wat kerje 2 drpd kol 10pg sampai kol 3.30 ptg sakit tengkuk....ok bye nak tgk citew korea

ha ha

2008-06-13T06:30:00.000-07:00

hmmm....mngg prtama sekolah bermula,amat menyedihkan........kene denda dari editorial board....ha ha so clever....i never come 4 d editorial board meeting, so smart hah...kene tangkap bnyk gambar nnti kene cari bnyk info pasal persatuan dkt skolah...n x adil bagi saya coz syakiran x kene wat ape-ape sedehnye rase bile datang meeting 2 wat kali yg ke-2 dalam mase 6 bulan....tp x taulah dpt wat ke x ahhhh geramnye i want 2 cut my head.....nak pecahkan kepala....

2008-06-10T06:48:00.001-07:00

Hai Gemuk?!

2008-06-10T06:10:00.000-07:00

pada 10 jun 2008 satu insiden yg tidak dijangka telah berlaku.......dengan rangkai kata 'hai gemuk' telah menerbitkan perbalahan yg sunggguh dahsssaaat.............sebermula kisah seorang sang arjuna dgn sang puteri yg masing -masing saiznya agak hmmm......bleh dikatakan heavy weight......tapi x lah sangat cme hmmm.....tlebih makan makanan b'khasiat lah sket.......
Pada pukul labih kurang 9.14 minit sang arjuna telah datang ke kediaman sang puteri. Semasa sang arjuna dlm p'jalanan nk ke dapor...sang puteri tlh t'srmpak dgn sang arjuna-nye.....lalu dgn tidak sengaja sang puteri telah melemparkan kata 2 yg dahsssaaat..........hai gemukk!! [kah kah kah kah kih kih kih...] wau sungguh interesting rangkai kata tu.....lalu sang arjuna terus merempoh ke arah sang puterinya...kesian ........lalu mak dare pon mengamuk seperti amuk yeah...yeah.....lalu tangisan melimpah ruah dalam istana sebesar 'white house itu' huek...huek....huek.....mummy help me!!!