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Blog Adinda: semak

2011-06-02T21:27:00.000-07:00

Blog Adinda: semak: "apahal korang nak heboh-2 cerita pasal aku ? apa yg korng nak sbenarnya weyy ?! apa yg korng tak puas haty sgt dgn aku . knp GRO-2 kat pub t..."

they see me rolling they hatin..trolololololololololololo

Pirate's of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides

2011-06-02T11:29:00.001-07:00

My movie of the month, Pirate's of the Carrebbean: On Stranger Tides, and dare i say its one of the best movies I've seen since 'Inception'.

POTC starts off with cap'n jack sparrow (Johnny Depp) ***king with everyone as usual and setting off on a course to the fountain of youth. Accompanied by Angelica (Penelope Cruz) the notorious Black Beard while encountering enemies that range from The Spanish Armada to beautiful exotic mermaids *drools*.

The action in the POTC is on the same level as the fight scenes between Edward and Jacob only there's 20times more of it in this one movie. Expect explosions, awkward running, betrayal and lil' bits of romance to spicen up the 2hours+ you'll be nestling you're tushy on that comfy chair of yours. The tomatometer gave it a 35% Q_Q but the viewers gave it 65% so i'm going with the majority this time =D.

~this dude's not in it btw ^^~

change...

2010-10-06T05:40:00.000-07:00

we often vision ourselves as doing the right thing, from the words we sputter from our sensual lips to the way raise our hands to greet someone. but no matter how right or perfect we think we are, there's always a 0.00000234% or was being wrong. but we must also accept the fact that others aren't perfect too. some say that the pen is mightier than the sword, others consider the tongue to be the most lethal weapon but it doesn't matter how harsh the words are, words are just words. they don't chop off your arm or send you flying 1000 feet off the ground. so just let the words slide by and always think kindly of others. the benefit of the doubt is hugely underrated nowadays. when a stranger helps us with something the first thing that goes through our minds is.. 'what's he up to?' or 'i don't any change' but truth he just pitied us carrying those heavy plastics bags from SOGO.. we tend to think about what others are doing and than start to condemn and condiscend. lets just think more about what we do and not judge what others are doing. my emotions are what you could call stable right now and being told that i REACT too much didn't make my day, but i gotta be strong and not let others get to me, like i said, nobody's perfect, especially me. so let me bow my head in shame and ask for forgiveness from everybody i hurt.WITH or WITHOUT intensions. lets keep it real people.. xD

the kid

2010-04-18T19:00:00.000-07:00

Dejected, full of disgust and hatred john walks down the windy path connecting the old tavern that was once a pharmacy and his old man's place situated on a stout hill just past the red mail box. The air was freezing and a black cat kept following him, gently grazing its head on john's right ankle every once in while, purring softy. He didn't take notice of the feline, he was too dazed, too numb from the catastrophe hitting him like a tonne of bricks screaming down from a 20 story building. His life has changed. Upon arriving at his destination he lazily open's the squeaky gate he promised his mom to fix since last December. Swiftly entering the old cottage that he called home, tip toeing on the asymmetric floorboards as to not wake the dozing inhabitants, his plan failed, he could see the blurry silhouette of his big boned mother slowly wavering too and fro from her sleepiness, "are you alright honey?"she asked. John just nodded and headed straight to his room. After slowly shutting the door after himself, John just stood there, staring into nothingness, with a glimpse of hope that he might see a light, showering him in happiness, but his attempts were vein. Tears came gushing out of his clear blue eyes, he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to. He fell on his back and gazed at the ceiling with his phone closely wrapped round his strong fingers with a text message clear as day wrote 'its over,John, i'm going 2 the US tomorrow n i cnt stand a long distance relationship, gd bye tc ily'. John just lay there still as a brainless scarecrow till he felt a burning sensation in his left eye, it was morning and the sun had pierced through his curtains like a dagger to he heart. He looked at his phone again, hoping that last night was just a dream, it wasn't. He heard a knock on the door, it was his little sister calling him down for breakfast. He said he didn't want any and jumped on his bed, wrapped himself with the comforter he had since the last decade and fell into a deep sleep. He woke up a couple of times after hearing his mother's worried voice knocking on the door, accompanied by his father soothing words, telling her that their son was alright and will come to them when he's ready. John wanted so much to go and hug his plump mother, but his heartache was too strong, so all he did was cry himself back to sleep. When he realized that he was awake and looked at the grandfather clock his uncle gave him for christmas, God knows why, it was already 11.30 and the sky was pitch black. He suddenly got up and thought "i'm gonna see her,i'm not going to let this go". Putting on his leather jacket and shirt his mom gave him on his birthday tiptoed once more down those stairs and snatched his dad's car keys from the key rack and quietly made his way to the car. Then he thought, while starting the car, won't it wake his parents up? So he went back and swapped the keys for his dad's old motorcycle. It wasn't the hottest steel on wheels you'd ever seen but at least he could push it to the old tavern and start it up there. John started the engine and waited for it to heat up, lighting up his cigarette he hopped on and made his way to his destination, which would take him about 2 hours by train. John had already googled the route and saved it in his phone. Stopping at a gas station he filled his motorcycle and was on the road. He shivered every few minutes from the extreme cold but kept the pace. He flew passed trucks and lorries but was no match for the BMW's and Mercedes, he kept on going for an hour he got tired and stopped at a resting spot under a flyover, just passed the Southampton exit, the area was clean but not illuminated enough for John to see where he was going and tripped on a rock, cursing the promising lump of molten lava, John took out his packet of cigarettes, and when he was about to light one up, he felt like he had to look up, for no reason what so ever he just lifted his sight and witnessed an object, flying from a moving car. It landed right beside him with a big thud, John looked at it, bewildered, it was like a 1.5L bottle of Dr Pepper wrapped round tonnes of newspaper. It moved "that freaking thing just moved", John thought. He steadied himself and picked the newspaper wrapped soda bottle-like thing and opened it up, it was a baby,"a freaking baby!"John thought, its left hand had a large scratch right above it's wrist and had blood running down between its eyebrows, crying, screaming from the top of its voice, "your gonna be alrite lil one" John softly whispered while taking off his jacket amd wrapping the poor baby up. He than took off his shirt off, leaving him with just his singlet as a heat barrier, tore of the left sleeve of his Armani shirt and made a tourniquet out of it, he then gently but firmly wraps it above the little infants torn skin softly repeating "its gonna be alrite, don't be scared, uncle John's with you" ..(to be continued)

Why do we fall down, Bruce?

2009-09-09T10:16:00.000-07:00

my most recent status currently....i don't have any actual reasons for posting it...just sounded very wise...not the question..but the answer..

"so we can learn to pick ourselves back up again"

simple..subdtle and not the least bit corny...well to me...

for those of you who are still scratching your heads, making wierd faces and have their mouse on that big fat juicy red 'X'..just gimme a few seconds to explain what i'm blabbering about..xD

it's a line from one of the BATMAN sagas..Batman Begins...but i don't wanna talk about the movie..you can find a good review on 'the rotten tomatoes' show'

ever fallen down?i mean literally fall..with the help from our dear friend gravity accompanied by uncle pavement?with hundreds of eyes watching that minimum impact..how would u get back to your feet?would do tumble rolls and act like it was all planned from the huge THUD to the little blisters on almost every square inch of your left elbow?would u lie down and look at the sky and wait till nobody's looking to painfully ease your way to your feet?or just stand up brush off the rubble from the massive whole in the ground you just left and walk away like there's another 2hours for your next lecture?

the way we move on after an incident in our lives shows how much we have really grown..be it it bitter or sweet..be it heart warming or liver wrenching..the most important thing is that what we learn from what happened..and try to move on..live a better and more fulfilling life..

never fret because there's always a reason for everything...everything..never think that you should have done something..but you haven't..just pick yourself up..and move on BRO!!

if a clenched fist comes at you at the exact speed of 120mph with a 67 degree angle from the south west of your face..a lesson should be learned..you'd better not call a body builder gay for the rest of your life..if you can still talk after that, that is..a life is more fulfilling with a full set of teeth wouldn't you agree?

this is just my POV..you can hate it love it or worship it..i'm not gonna say i don't care because i do..pleasant day i bid to thee ^_^

I'm Not WorThy

2009-04-12T09:41:00.000-07:00

i am proud to say that i was once an active member of the best organisation in Univeristi Kebangsaan Malaysia..Urusetia Pembangunan Sumber Manusia(UPSM) but due to certain restraints..i had to pull myself out..i planned bout it for some while though..

UPSM has given me things that i couldn't imagine i could get anywhere else..love..compassion..understanding..and friendship..UPSM trained me to become a trainer and eventhough i 'm not qualified to train anyone..i do have the basic knowledge of the field..

UPSM has shaped me to who i am now..but even with all the knowledge i curently have..i'm not sure how i'm going to hold the burden of becoming the president of Micribiology Cub..this is by far the most straight forward post from me..no witty phrases..no crafty insults..just me speaking my mind bout this current issue..and i just want support from every member of the club..to right the wrongs of our seniors..to shed some light on the narrow mind set of our beloved microbiologists to be...

SiLveR LinIngs ArE eVerywHere..

2009-04-11T02:30:00.000-07:00

yesterday wasn't da best day of my life..it was hectic..exhausting..and at times painful..da whole nite was a stress for me..pressure was squashing me like a giant hammer smashing a lemon...

but ALHADULILLAH..all praise be to Him...i endured it with frens..and my committee..id first like to thank my deputy...Khairul for always being there whenever i needed him..Que for the advice and smacks in the face i needed...Faiq for accepting to help at such notice..adib for helping out khairul with the bus arrangements...i would also like to thank all who have helped in making last night's dinner a success...i guess u could call it that...

you might think that i'm a wuss complaining bout this..and i am...technically..but not at heart...huuuuuuuuuu..

after taking care of my duties of the night..i was blessed with the opportunity to have a chat over a cup of coffee with Al-Akh Kadir(the lorry driver)..he's what we call a karkun (or tabligh for those of u aren't familiar with the word)..and goes out in the road of ALLAH azzawajal...he so kindly shared some stories..bout how he heard some speeches on his journeys..

and i shared my feelings for the

night...and asked for advise..all he said bout it was..to have a calm heart..just positively(husnuzzhan) or give the benefit of the doubt while asking for forgiveness (istghfar)..

reminding ourselves that we are not perfect and look to improve ourselves than others..now i;m sharing it with anyone who has eyes and can read..

after the chat..we went our separate ways..where wished each other peace and blessings with giving each other a big hug..

i went back to room with a calm heart..felt like crying thinking bout how foolish i was.thinking so badly of others..i hope to become stronger from this..and become a better muslim..

2009-01-23T14:43:00.000-08:00

Authenticated Israeli Crime in Gaza: killing patients in cold blood

Authenticated Israeli Crime in Gaza: killing patients in cold blood
For the past 6 months Israeli occupation committed illegal and savage massacres against Palestinians. The committed actions (massacres) are flagrant and obvious violations of human rights law, four Geneva conventions and other international human laws and charters. Infants, old men and old women have been killed in cold blood. Yet Israel and its occupation forces say, "we are defending ourselves and own country!" Therefore, we ask a question! Are old men, old women and infants holding guns? Are they firing rockets? Are they…. Are they and are they! Wonders will not end bye the end of these words.
The more astonishing reality is the fact of those people in the following pictures. They are mostly patients with chronic diseases. They are being killed due to siege imposed on Gaza Strip. Israel is firing, shooting, and preventing them from having medicines and banning them from traveling abroad for medications.
Ironically, those patients are in serious health situations and they are spending their times in Intensive Care Unit, ICU. However, Israel is always rejecting their medical requests to leave for medications outside! The ready pretext made by Israel is, "they are source of danger on our state."
Hence, we raise some questions with the help of patients' pictures in Gazas' hospitals. Are those powerless people able to bother Israel by blowing up themselves? Are they able to fire or short? Why they are banned from having medications abroad? Why Israelis reject letting medicines into Gaza Strip?
It's remarkable that health sector has been rapidly and dramatically affected by the siege. According to the latest Humanitarian Situation Report of the Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs (OCHA) released on October 9th, 2007, fewer than five patients crossed into Israel/West Bank each day for medical treatment compared to an average of 40 patients per day in July. World Health Organization has indicated, though, that an average of 1000 patients used to leave Gaza for treatment each month prior to the mid-June closures. But now, all patients are banned to leave outside for urgent surgeries and medications!
The following pictures exclusively have been taken by Popular Committee Against Siege (PCAS). They are some of siege ramifications on health sector.
More pictures:
http://picasaweb.google.com/freegaza.ps/DyingPatientsInICU
http://picasaweb.google.com/freegaza.ps/NewelyBornBabiesSick
http://picasaweb.google.com/freegaza.ps/GazaHealthCrisisDecember2007
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nEW sEm??neW ME??

2009-01-19T06:53:00.000-08:00

a new sem has arrived..it's already been bout 3weeks since i left my comfy bed in penang...3 whole weeks without the hustle and bustle n sounds of angry drivers honking their horns like there's no tomorrow..3 weeks of registering...buying new books..looking for classes..taking down lecture notes that only give us 2.3seconds to jot down while the lecturers blabber on about how fascinating a cell is..or how extremely complex a chromosome is regardless of its origin..excepting my less than acceptably GPA..nothing new..been there..done that..but still..after living for so long..soo flipping long..i still can't open my own eyes..i still can't face the fact that i HAVE to change..i HAVE to be a better me..not for myself...not for my family..but for the DEEN i believe in..U don't have to be perfect to make urself a muslim..u don't have to have 15diplomas from 4different universities to be able imbrace islam..HECK..Bilal was a slave when he believed in the one and true creator..ehem2..sorry melalut jap..emm..i just excluded mself from being an exCo from my facultie's student body..on my way of letting go of another position in my theater club..i know that being in a club or society doesn't effect our or more importantly...MY grades..it's after when we don't commit...that's when the problems kick in..

after thinking it over rationally..i drew out a theory bout being active in clubs or societies or student bodies or even in your college's annual dinner prep..usually the normal everyday person would say this.."yo Joe, i don't think i'm going to da meeting tonite..i'd be better off studying or finishing of that overdue paper prof mu'adz asked for last week"

from here..we can see two things already(well three, ignoring the part about me suddenly being a professor and giving student's homework )..the first thing is his attitude..he doesn't care bout his duty to go to the meeting..he disregards the face that he has been given the faith to hold a position..yet he coolly studies n 'spends his time well' 'while letting the others go for the meeting..he doesn't know that his time studying isn't blessed because he's very being irresponsible..and when he tries to answer the final paper..he suddenly turn blank as he cannot remember wat he learnt during the time he was SUPPOSED to be in a meeting..and the second thing is that he has an overdue paper..this is due to the fact that he has not commited himself into wat he had promised to commit..so God Al-Mighty doesn't give him time to finish his assignment as his duty to go to the meeting wasn't fullfiled...So i Can'T n NevEr will put da blame on anything but myself..n i hope that i will change for the better...(^_^')

ReGrEts Are For PusSieS..

2008-11-25T10:55:00.000-08:00

ever had the feeling that u should've done the other thing rather the thing that you just did or STILL DOING? WELL get over it..u can't change the past, nor can u predict the future but what u can do is try ur best during the the time u so ungratefully have now..for those of you who are miserable enough to not have the time to watch 'kungfu panda' due to the ridiculous amount of time u spend regretting every step u took and every corner u turned..here's some word of advice from a wise/dead/funny/old kungfu master
"yesterday is history,
tomorrow's a mystery, but today is a gift,
that's why it is called the present" (^_^')

i just came home..went thru a 6hour drive from me beloved UKM to Penang Island..leaving behind not only the crazy monkeys that terrorize the students (no really..those monkeys are bonkers..harassing female students in campus..IN CAMPUS!!us humans don't do that..UKM has guards and everything..yet they are sneaky enough to go inside hostels and steal the students nourishment supplies..these monkey's aren't dumb..i can tell u that..if they were..they wouldn't be in a university..) and my beloved siblings at UPSM(urusetia pembangunan sumber manusia)..dorang ngah wat perkampungan skang...n i only had a chance to attend the 'taklimat' given by our one and only abg napi..abg roy did an excellent job to break da ice among our juniors..
and our dear que made his appearance replacing the absent abg lan..trying his best to make our beloved juniors crack a smile while still maintaing his personalia attitude..freaky..yet entertaining..should've recorded that but hey..regrets are for pussies..
it was really hard..or berat (heavy) for me to leave my beloved batch-21..a few days from now they'll be hiking up some mountain while i'm stuck at home posting my blogs..on the 2nd of Dis their off to Terengganu..Seberang Takir to be exact..i never went to one of UPSM's OPKIMs(operasi khidmat masyarakat) before..so i was really hoping to go this time...many stories were repeated to me as to how fun and exiting OPKIM was..making me smile with glee everytime i hear da word..seberang takir..but after a brief discussion with me dear ol' mum..a decision was made..and that decision landed me in penang...thus stranding me here for another month..but hey..no regrets coz i ain't a pussy..i just hope that thier all doing ok and are having a ball...Allah has His way of teaching us on how to become better Muslims..for He knows what is best for His servants...i know that i'm supposed to be here..looking after my lil' sisters while my parents are away for Hajj..for He is the best planner..He knows what will happen if we were to do any action..regardless of time and space..so have trust in Him and never ever listen to the whispers of the syaitan that will always lead us to hellfire..so this is the best for me..and no regrets there..

tHe ReAL DeaL..

2008-11-25T09:12:00.000-08:00

tHis is my first official posting..and this post will initiate my coming to the world of blogging..God willing..i never actually understood the word..blogging..blogger..blog..yeah it passed me by but never have i embraced it like football or sleeping sessions during the occasional downpour..my perception to the world has changed during the last few years..God Al-Mighty has gifted many freinds and not so friendly aquatintses that have shattered the walls that have been constricting my mind..demolished the accumulating ignorance that could have well sent me down a short and narrowminded road..there wasn't really a purpose for me blogging besides improving my typing skills..but after reading posts by other people i felt the sudden urge to express myself and what i belive in..it may sound corny..but i am who i am..and i know i'm not perfect..but i hope my 'not being perfect'ness can open the hearts if not the eyes of you fellow readers..and with this i hope to go againts the world with as we malaysians say..'kaki yang lebar' and 'dada besi'..