Misi awal tahun yang selalu gagal.

1)Kurangkan masa dengan Facebook.

-Kurangkan tu boleh,tapi biasanya time nak dekat2 exam.Tapi kalau sehari tak login memang agak mustahil.Aku pun tak tahu apa benda yang best sangat tentang FB.Ayah aku cakap  Facebook ni macam Iblis..sesat dan menyesatkan.Jadi,azam baru untuk kurangkan berFB akan aku tolak tepi awal-awal.Haha...memang parah.Tak boleh..tak boleh.

2)Berjimat-cermat.

-Kalau cakap pasal duit,bukan tiap-tiap tahun aku berazam nak berjimat cermat.Memang tiap-tiap sem kalau duit JPA dah masuk berkobar-kobar aku berazam nak simpan duit.Belanja nak kena berhemah.jangan boros.Tapi bila nak dekat-dekat habis sem,tengok baki akaun..memang sayu rasanya hati ini.Haih...kalau bab duit,aku memang fail.

3)Tak mahu ponteng kelas lagi semester ni.

-Minggu pertama,kedua,ketiga,keempat OK lagi.Attendance sangat cemerlang.Takde telur ayam.Time nak sign attendance,bangga gila,macam aku sorang je tak pernah ponteng kelas.Pastu rajin plak pegi check sape yang dah ponteng..haha.Pastu masuk minggu kelima,attendance dah mula rongak sana-sini.Bad girl..Bad girl..kalau ayahanda tahu ni memang berbirat belakang ku.

4)Nak Amalkan gaya hidup yang sihat.

-Oh yang ni tak payah cerita la..konon-konon tiap2 pagi nak berjogging keliling kampus,beriadah tiap2 petang..ooohahaha,sila gelakkan diri sendiri.Memang tak pernah tercapai dek badanku.Tahun lepas rasa-rasanya,sekali je kot bangun awal pagi pergi jogging..gigih ketuk pintu bilik Miemi ajak pergi joging,tak sangka..itulah kali pertama dan terakhir aku joging.Tragis ouh.

5)Nak Belajar Masak.

-Oh ini lagi satu..tapi saya tak bimbang sangat sebab saya rasa cooking is one of my natural talent.Kalau tak belajar pun takpe..tengok buku resepi je,terus boleh menghasilkan masakan yang kawwwwwwwwwww...ewahh,tolonglah Dila jangan bermimpi.Bila cakap pasal memasak ni,saya jadi serius.Tahun ni memang saya nak belajar masak dengan chef wan mak saya secara bersungguh-sungguh tanpa mengenal erti bosan dan putus asa.haha...eh,tapi saya memang pandai masak lah..sila jangan pandang rendah dengan saya.Cuma perlu baiki sikit sana-sini.Eh awk,boyfriend saya..jangan risau eh..mak awk mesti suka dapat menantu macam saya

2010 was so not my year.Januari,Februari ,March adalah sangat miserable.I made a stupid mistake..sampaikan kalau aku fikir,aku pun tak boleh maafkan diri sendiri.Tahun ni banyak sangat menangis..menghabiskan masa dengan orang yang salah padahal orang yang betul, betul-betul berdiri depan mata cuma aku yang buta.Banyak terluka..dan banyak melukakan hati orang.Haha..oklah..dah dah la merepak-repek kat sini.

everything you need for a happy life starts within yourself.

so,just let go of the past

 

 and try to look on the brighter side

2010

Buhhbyeee

and thanks for the memories.

p/s:gambar2 dicilok dari tumblr

21 Suggestions for Success:

By H. Jackson Brown Jr.

1. Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery.
2. Work at something you enjoy and that’s worthy of your time and talent.
3. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
4. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
5. Be forgiving of yourself and others.
6. Be generous.
7. Have a grateful heart.
8. Persistence, persistence, persistence.
9. Discipline yourself to save money on even the most modest salary.
10. Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated.
11. Commit yourself to constant improvement.
12. Commit yourself to quality.
13. Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power or prestige, but on relationships with people you love and respect.
14. Be loyal.
15. Be honest.
16. Be a self-starter.
17. Be decisive even if it means you’ll sometimes be wrong.
18. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life.
19. Be bold and courageous. When you look back on your life, you’ll regret the things you didn’t do more than the ones you did.
20. Take good care of those you love.
21. Don’t do anything that wouldn’t make your Mom proud.

Piece by piece of me is letting you go even 

when you weren't mine.

MALAPETAKA

Laptop rosak

nak kena beli laptop baru,pastu confirm2 la kan trip ke Sabah tahun depan kena cancel,homaiii..takde sape2 ke nak organize kutipan derma kilat untuk saya...Huwwwaaa!!

“Kita tewas bukan kerana pemain kita lemah tetapi unsur jampi paranormal rakyat Malaysia …”

Selepas mendakwa team Indonesia kalah angkara laser dari supporter Malaysia,yang kemudiannya disangkal sendiri oleh Alfred Reidi,jurulatih pasukan mereka,media Indonesia cakap konon-konon team Malaysia menang sebab Black Magic.*tepuk dahi*


Indonesian please stop humiliating your country.Suck it.. and live with it.

Indonesia

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Are you mad?

Please stop humiliating yourself to the world.
Dasar ngak mau ngaku kalah,udah kalah..kalah la.Syukur aja dong ga tewas 10-0.

Akhir kata,yang bukan aku kata:-

Bukan Cerita Cinta

Sesuatu yang rasa macam pasti,tapi sekelip mata hilang dari gengaman.Aku tahu,aku harus pasrah.Tapi susah betul nak mamah dan telan kenyataan tu.

Tiada peluang ketiga.Aku dah terlambat.

Hah,lucu.

2011,boleh tak kau layan aku baik-baik sikit.
Jangan kejam sangat.Selalulah buat aku senyum.OK.

Aku merayu.Please.

2010,kau boleh blah.

Ptuihh!

I kinda miss the bond we shared. I mean, who wouldn’t miss that comfortable feeling with a person. Where we could talk for hours about everything, anything and not have a problem with the silence in the middle. Can’t forget all the ridiculous stuff we did. Stupid or not, everything was just so fun. Endless nights, real talks, the “remember whens” I remember it all. And it’s funny what life does, how it could just give you things and take it away so soon. I really can’t get it to my head that you grow distant from people and that good things come to an end sooner or later. But along the way I learned one thing about life; it goes on, you just gotta pick yourself up and learn to keep up.

-anon- 

P/S:It's so hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.
P/S/S:The worst feeling is that when you wake up in the morning and someone tell you that you are the biggest mistake happen in his life.

Would having a tree betray our faith?

by Hadeel Masseoud

Last holiday season my three-year old son, Zain, innocently asked me, “Mommy, what is Santa bringing me for Christmas?” I should have known that question was coming. After all, I sent him to preschool at a

Baptist church in Atlanta. He attended chapel every Monday and said blessing before lunch every day. Once when he was two, he waddled over to me and told me in his toddler voice, “Jesus is Love.”

The question about Christmas and Santa was particularly unsettling because we are Muslim. I didn’t know how to explain to Zain that we don’t celebrate Christmas. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and

scar him forever or make him feel like a leper. Clearly he heard about Christmas at his school. I didn’t want him to feel awkward or different from his classmates — even though he is.

Thoughts were racing through my head. Should I tell him Santa is coming and bringing him presents if he is a good boy? After all, isn’t Christmas a consumer holiday devoid of any religious associations at

this point? What was the harm in putting up a tree and buying the kid a few presents just to make him happy? Although Muslims exchange gifts during their two major holidays, both known as Eid, neither holiday is nearly as commercial as Christmas is in the West.

I thought back to my childhood when my parents, Palestinian immigrants,used to celebrate Christmas just like a typical American family. We decorated a Christmas tree, hung up stockings, and put up lights around the house. My parents even convinced us that Santa was real. On Christmas Day, we gathered around the fireplace and opened presents and wondered how Santa fit down the chimney. I always knew we were a Muslim family, but I never considered Christmas a Christian holiday that was contradictory to our Muslim faith.

Then came one holiday season when I was twelve. My older sister (who was sixteen at the time and remains the religious crusader in our family to this day) dissuaded my parents from celebrating Christmas any longer.

With tears in her eyes and fervor in her heart, she passionately made the case to my parents that Muslims celebrating Christmas was wrong. It didn’t matter that Muslims are taught to love and respect Jesus as a very important prophet of God and celebrating his birth is not technically against any Islamic principles.

I mentioned these childhood memories of Christmas once to my former law school classmate, Eric, who grew up Jewish in Connecticut. After I described how we used to celebrate Christmas like any other Christian family up until I was twelve, he looked at me in shock and said, “What? You used to celebrate Christmas? I am a bad Jew and even we never celebrated Christmas!” I felt a bit ashamed that a Jew who enjoyed pepperoni pizza was chiding me for putting up a Christmas tree as a kid.

I decided to broach the subject of Christmas gently with my husband, Mohammad, who — unlike me — didn’t grow up in the United States as a child, but came here from Iran as a teenager.

“Honey, what do you think about putting up a Christmas tree for Zain? He doesn’t really understand, and I think he would like the lights and presents.”

Mohammad looked at me with an eyebrow raised and said, “You want to celebrate Christmas? Don’t be a sell-out, Hadeel.”

A sell-out? This coming from a man who is hardly religious? I was filled with indignation at his hypocrisy. What was the big deal about a tree, a few lights, and some presents?

Then I thought back to a conversation I once had with my friend Sarah, who is Jewish. I was telling her how Zain’s preschool is very Christian and how Zain talks about Jesus quite frequently and goes to chapel once a week. Her response was, “That’s creepy. Those people are brainwashing Zain. How can you keep him in such a school?” Sarah — like Eric and Mohammad — isn’t particularly observant, yet she insisted on sending her eldest son, Max, to a Jewish preschool when he turned two.

The conversations I had with Eric, Mohammad and Sarah made me wonder: Am I indeed a sell-out? Do I have a set of principles or am I filled with contradictions? Am I setting my child up for a life of not knowing who he really is or where he comes from? After all, I’ve already alienated the more conservative members of my community by wearing sleeveless shirts and short skirts.

I quickly realized I wasn’t being fair to myself. I couldn’t compare my experiences to those of Eric, Mohammad or Sarah. Sarah grew up in Boston in a vibrant Jewish community — as did Eric in Connecticut. Not to mention, they grew up celebrating Hanukah during the holiday season. Mohammad, on the other hand, grew up in Iran surrounded by other Persian Muslims. I grew up as a religious and ethnic minority in suburban Atlanta with nobody remotely like me.

It dawned on me that I’m not filled with contradictions. I know who I am. I am a Muslim who grew up in a largely Christian country. I am a hybrid of two worlds — and my potpourri of religious experiences reflects that.

Am I setting my child up for a life of not knowing who he really is or where he comes from? So last year, I finally decided to take Zain to the toy store and buy him some gifts during the holiday season. We didn’t put up a tree or talk about Christmas extensively, but Zain knew that he was getting presents because that’s what happens during Christmas.

Upon learning that I had bought Zain gifts, my four-year-old niece cried, “It’s not fair! Zain gets to celebrate Christmas and not me!” My other nieces, who attended an Islamic school at the time, jumped at the opportunity to explain sanctimoniously, “We don’t celebrate Christmas because we are Muslims!”

Zain, who adores his older cousins and mimics their every move, suddenly had no interest in Christmas or the gifts he had received for that occasion. In fact, on the day after Christmas break, when Zain returned to preschool and his teacher asked him how his Christmas holiday went, Zain looked at her as if she had insulted him and replied in a tone imitating that of his cousins, “We don’t celebrate Christmas, Miss Dyeann!”

This year I won’t agonize over Christmas again. If Zain brings up the subject, I’ll take him to the store to buy him gifts like I did last year. But I have a feeling his cousins will do the dirty work so that I don’t have to think about it for now. As Zain gets older, I hope he will begin to realize that he is different than his classmates in a more organic way — a way which doesn’t strip him of his identity as a Muslim, but also doesn’t cause him to scoff at any holiday that celebrates giving and receiving.

How a Muslim should deal with Christmas

P/S:Aku ada kawan yang beragama kristian tapi aku tak wish pun sebab ada baca satu artikel suatu ketika dulu,haram megucapkan Selamat Hari Krismas kepada orang kristian kerana perbuatan ini seolah-olah kita meredhai agama mereka.Betul ke?

P/S/S:Bukan ada orang cakap,semua bergantung kepada niat,tapi kalau dah sentuh bab-bab akidah ni,errr..cuak jugak kan.

P/S/S/S:Tapi aku tetap suka tengok cerita Krismas kat TV.Banyak betul mesej kekeluargaan yang mereka cuba tonjolkan.Tak salahkan?

Myths to Ignore about Breast Cancer

-->Myth: Breast cancer is largely genetic.

Fact: Just 5 to 10% of cases are due to faulty breast cancer genes BRCA1 and BRCA2.

Even in women who have a family history, many cases are due not to specific gene mutations, according to the American Cancer Society, but, rather, to a combination of shared lifestyle factors and genetic susceptibilities. The truth is that scientists still have no idea what causes breast cancer. But one of the best ways to find out is to compare women who've never had it with those who have or who face an increased risk—the type of research the Army of Women hopes to contribute to.

-->Myth: Small-chested women have a lower risk.

Fact: Your bra size doesn't play a role in whether or not you get breast cancer.

All breast cancers develop in the cells that line the ducts or lobules—the parts that make milk and carry it to the nipple—and all women have the same number of these, regardless of breast size. What makes breasts bigger or smaller is generally the amount of fat and stroma (fibrous tissue), which research shows have little impact on cancer odds. Bottom line: All women 40 and older need regular mammograms.

-->Myth: Deodorant and antiperspirants cause breast cancer.

Fact: Skipping these toiletries won't keep your breasts cancer free.

One email rumor claimed that antiperspirant prevents you from sweating out toxins, which can then accumulate in the lymph nodes and cause breast cancer. But in 2002, researchers at the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center in Seattle conducted a study to address this rumor—and found no link between deodorant or antiperspirant and breast cancer. A second rumor speculated that certain chemicals in antiperspirants, such as aluminum and parabens, may cause breast cancer because there is a lower prevalence of the disease in developing countries where women don't use these products. However, toxins are not usually released through sweat, and in Europe, where antiperspirants are not widely used, the rate of breast cancer is higher than it is in the United States. Finally, although a 2004 study found parabens in the tissue of breast cancer tumors, so far no studies have shown that these or any other chemicals in deodorants and antiperspirants cause breast cancer.

-->Myth: Wearing a bra increases your cancer risk.

Fact: There is no good scientific or clinical basis to support the claim that plain or underwire bras cause breast cancer.

This rumor appears to have started after a book called Dressed to Kill suggested that bras obstruct toxin-laden lymph fluid from flowing out of the breast. However, this was speculation based on a survey and no scientific evidence. Since then, major medical institutions, such as the National Cancer Institute and the ACS, have refuted the claim. If nonbra wearers do get breast cancer less often, it's probably because they tend to be thinner; obesity is a known risk factor.

-->Myth: Drinking from a plastic water bottle left in a hot car can cause cancer.

Fact: This rumor falsely claims that dioxins—a group of toxic chemicals associated with an array of health problems, including breast cancer—leach from the heated plastic into the water.

Plastics do not contain dioxins, and the sun's rays are not strong enough to create them, says Michael Trush, PhD, deputy director of the Johns Hopkins Center for Urban Environmental Health. Most single-use beverage bottles sold in the United States are made from polyethylene terephthalate (PET), a substance tested extensively for safety. There is some evidence that heat can cause bisphenol A (BPA), a compound that's been shown to have estrogenic effects in animal studies, to leach from plastic bottles into the water. (The "estrogenic effects" are thought to impact cancer risk.) However, most single-use water bottles sold in the United States are made from BPA-free plastic. And there's no proven link to breast cancer in women anyway. To be safe, drink from a reusable plastic bottle labeled "BPA free," or choose water bottles with a "1," "2," "4," or "5" in the recycling symbol on the bottom.

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Its snowing.

Snowing la sangat kan..atau sepatutnya cakap macam ni je,"IT'S RAINING".I love rain and I love winter 2.Ahahaha...tiba-tiba je suka winter.Ye la kan,krismas dah nak dekat,so feeling sebegitu mestilah harus ada walaupun kau  sekarang sebenarnya sedang berada di negara yang beriklim tropika dimana kebarangkalian untuk turunnya salji adalah kosong perpuluhan kosong kosong peratus.*Sigh.Tapi sekarang ni musim tengkujuh kat Terengganu,jadi anggap sahajalah ini musim winter ye adik kakak,kalau dah teringin sangat.

install satu dalam bilik ni confirm lena je tidur.

Aku tak pernah keluar negara,dan memang tak pernah merasai kedinginan salji.Masa kecik-kecik dulu,konon konon nak merasai salji,aku pun buka freezer..letak tangan kat situ.Mungkin kat tempat ada salji,sejuk macam ni la rasanya kot,getus hati kecil aku.(haha).Dan juga,masa kecik-kecik dulu aku turut percaya pada Pak Cik Berjanggut Putih,bukan Albus Dumbledore ye,tapi Santa Claus.Satu malam tak tidur sebab tunggu hadiah dari Pak Cik Santa Claus.Drama krismas TV3 memang boleh merosakkan akhlak.Tak pasal2 aku terpengaruh.

OK lah.Sudah-sudahlah berangan nak ada salji kat Malaysia.Berpijaklah di bumi yang nyata.Sekarang ni kat kampung saya,dah seminggu tak nampak matahari.Pukul 12 tengahari macam pukul 6 petang.Tiap-tiap hari hujan.Dan sememangnya,mandi adalah benda yang bukan senang nak dibuat.Aktiviti berhibernansi memang sangat sangat delicioussss.Rumah dah macam pasar malam sebab baju-bajan terpaksa dikeringkan di dalam rumah.TV memang sentiasa ada problem..tiga hari dah tak boleh tengok Buletin Utama.Dan yang paling teruknya,,perut sentiasa lapar.Bila tak kenyang perut,mestilah tak senang hati kan.*sigh.

 Hujan-hujan begini baguslah kalau kita dapat mencontohi sifat haiwan di atas.

I love this quote (bentuk hati)

When you’re out there looking for that perfect person, keep these things in mind - People change, no matter how hard they try not to. As you grow older you mature, and with each new level of maturity come different ideas, different needs and wants. The person who was perfect for you at twenty could be the person you hate when you’re thirty-five. You have to find some one who will grow with you, change with you, laugh with you and cry with you. A person who fills in where you lack, a person whom you can fill in for when they are lacking. But what about the perfect person, you ask? They do not exist. There are no perfect people, only people who are perfect for each other. You deserve to be happy not in the arms of someone who keeps you waiting but in the arms of someone who will take you now. 

J.M. Whitaker  

Even prisoners have bread.

:'(

Semoga engkau tenang disana.

Aku tak pernah kenal beliau,tapi sana sini ramai yang sedang membicarakan tentang Saudara Mas Afzal.Aku dapat tahu pasal arwah melalui Tumblr.Pastu google sikit-sikit,Alhamdulillah dapat jumpa blog dia.Entry terakhir arwah,she who never disapoints betul-betul boleh buat hati jadi sayu.Since aku pun tak kenal sangat arwah,tak boleh nak cakap banyak-banyak pasal arwah.Yang aku tahu arwah meninggal disebabkan kanser,dan arwah juga adalah seorang doktor.

Ketika Imam al-Ghazali ditanya oleh anak muridnya tentang erti tawakal.Maka madahnya, tawakal itu bahawa engkau memantapkan i'tiqadmu dengan janji-janji ALLAH iaitu engkau mengi'tiqadkan bahawasanya segala apa yang telah ditaqdirkan bagimu itu pasti akan sampai kepadamu, tidak boleh tidak walaupun seluruh makhluk yg ada di alam ini berusaha menghalangnya daripadamu dan sebaliknya apa yang tlh ditaqdirkan bahawa ia bukan untuk engkau sudah pasti ia tidak akan smpai kepada engkau walaupun sekalian makhluk berusaha untuk menyampaikannya kpd engkau.. 

Euww...

Rasa-rasanya kalau korang tengok gambar kat atas dah dapat agak kot kat mana tempat ni.Kat mana lagi kan kalau bukan di India,atau lebih spesifik lagi di tebing Sungai Ganges.Tengok air pun macam dah euww..euww,hehe..tapi dorang pulak selamba je boleh mandi-manda,basuh baju,gosok gigi bagai.Padahal kat sini lah tempat orang berak,orang kencing,orang buang abu mayat,orang buang mayat,pastu ditambah lagi air sungai pun macam tak mengalir sangat,jadi sila imagine sendirilah kan macam mana rasanya air ituuhh.

Tempat ini dinamakan Varanasi,lebih kurang macam tu la..correct me if i'm wrong.Malas nak google wiki.Ini pun terasa nak buat entry sebab tadi tengok History Channel pasal tempat ni.Pastu nak tengok lagi gambar-gambar ekstrim yakni gambar-gambar mayat terapung dengan pelbagai gaya sila tekan sini.Pertama kali tengok gambar mayat-mayat terapung tu,aku pun hairan,apasal banyak sangat mayat nehh,dorang kena bunuh ke..?atau memang bunuh diri..?.Dan tadi aku tengok dalam TV,dia cakap ada sesetengah mayat dorang tak bakar,main campak je dalam sungai.Eh,lupa nak bagitau,kat sini jugak memang tempat pembakaran mayat.Api kat sini sendtiasa menyala means akan ada je mayat yang akan dibakar.Mayat yang dibakar hanyalah mayat yang memang mati diusia tua.Semasa dibakar tu la,mereka akan mencapai tahap Moksha..(jangan tanya aku Moksha tu apa,kalau kau pernah belajar form 6 mesti kau ingat perkataan ni time belajar Tamadun Dunia kan...?)mayat kanak-kanak,perempuan,mangsa patukan ular,orang alim mereka takkan bakar tapi terus main campak je dari dalam bot untuk menjadi persembahan kepada tuhan mereka.Lebih kurang macam tu la..

Kawan aku yang pernah belajar kat India pun ada cakap,kat India ni memang kotor.Dengan jalan yang berdebunya.Debu tu satu..busuk dengan tahi lembu tu satu.Pastu pernah satu kali ada traffic jam sebab ada pakcik ni berak tengah jalan.Tengah OK.Open air gitu..pehh.Dia cakap lagi,jalan-jalan kat India,kalau tak jumpa babi memang tak sah.

5 things that make me happy,today.

• 9 jam atas bas,saya dapat tidur sepanjang perjalanan..ye la kan,dah angkut bantal dengan selimut sekali naik bas mana tak nyenyaknya tidur.
• Dapat tidur atas katil sendiri selepas kali terakhir balik kampung raya lepas.Homaiii..
• Selongkar almari baju,cari Jeans yang dah lama tak pakai sebab ehem ehem..pastu try pakai,Hahha..muat you..muat!
• Rumah sebelah yang sebelum ni kosong,dah berpenghuni..riuh rendah suara kanak-kanak.Saya ada jiran baru,walaupun bukan anak teruna yang kacak lagi warak yang selalu saya dambakan..tapi takpelah..budak2 pun jadilah,takdelah sunyi sangat.
• Mak tengok saya terus cakap "Eh,Ila makin kurus"..perrhh,terus rasa nak golek2 atas lantai dapur.The best compliment ever.Haha.

Tapi yang tak bestnya..ARSENAL kalah.Teruk saya kena bantai dengan Dayat.hummphhhh!!

10 Reasons to Smile

It makes you attractive.

It changes your mood.

It is contagious.

It relieves stress.

It boosts your immune system.

It lowers your blood pressure.

It releases endorphins, natural pain killers and serotonin - natural antidepressant.

It lifts the face and makes you look younger.

It makes you seem successful.

It helps you stay positive.

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Aku memang tak suka senyum.Masa sekolah menengah lagi kakak2 senior selalu tegur aku tanya kenapa selalu masam..dahi berkerut..muka serius tak boleh blah.Pastu masuk universiti lagi la."Dila,kenapa ni..?Ada masalah ke..?".Pagi tadi,sebelum exam Labout Law,si Fiza plak tegur "Ya Allah Dila,kenapa masam sangat ni".Dengan penuh perasaan dia tegur aku..padahal time tu aku nak gi tandas..tak tahan.Haha,wajarlah kan muka serius.

Kadang2 kan..aku rasa macam dah SENYUM..tapi orang tengok muka aku,macam muka nak cari gaduh.Tak paham sungguh.Weii,saya senyumlah...senyum dalam hati..hehe.Ampun maaf dipinta kalau ada yang jumpa aku..aku masam je.Muka aku memang camtu kot..herrrr...Tak reti nak senyum.Eh Ok lah..nanti saya praktis  senyum depan cermin banyak2 kali ye.

Benda basic

Benda ini dinamakan Headphone

Benda ini pulak dinamakan earphone

Cara pemakaian nya adalah letakkan saje di kedua-dua belah telinga anda.

Tujuan pemakaiannya adalah untuk kau menjiwai lagu feveret kau tu sendiri-sendiri supaya tak mengganggu orang yang berada berdekatan.Jangan sangka bila kau pasang loudspeaker lagu feveret kau,orang kat sebelah pun berminat nak dengar.