rahsia
Posted in jiwa on June 18, 2008 | No Comments »
Mak,
Waima bibir jarang menzahirkan,
Namun nubariku tetap sayang.
♥ Selamat hari lahir ♥
Posted in jiwa on June 18, 2008 | No Comments »
Mak,
Waima bibir jarang menzahirkan,
Namun nubariku tetap sayang.
♥ Selamat hari lahir ♥
Posted in jiwa, tag on June 9, 2008 | 6 Comments »
LIST OUT THE TOP 5 ‘PRESENTS’ YOU WISH FOR:
[Saya tak mahu apa-apa buat masa ini. Tetapi mungkin:]
€1,250.00
Tong hijau kitar semula di apartmen (baru) ini
Masa lapang
Keampunan
Pencerahan
LIST OUT THE REASONS FOR YOUR CHOICES:
Harga seminar dua hari Dr John Demartini.
Saya tak nak rasa bersalah buang kertas/plastik dalam tong sampah domestik lagi
Kerana saya mahu masa lapang
Kerana saya mahu keampunan
Kerana [...]
Posted in binatang, diri, jiwa, manusia, sekitar on June 5, 2008 | 22 Comments »
Sudah sebulan lebih saya simpan ‘rahsia’ ini. Saya rasa berdosa.
Mak, saya tahu saya bukan anak yang baik. Tercampak di negara orang jauh-jauh, saya belajar jadi jahat.
Mak, orang selalu kata budak-budak yang tinggal di luar negara banyak yang rosak akhlak. Budak-budak yang duduk lama-lama di negara orang akan jadi sosial. Budak-budak yang belajar luar negara, bukan [...]
Posted in jiwa on May 12, 2008 | No Comments »
Sometimes I feel like I am one of the ‘tanda-tanda kiamat.’
Posted in jiwa, tagged tanah baru on February 23, 2008 | No Comments »
Bila aku import semua entri dari tanahpusaka.blogspot.com, fonts aku jadi bercelaru.
Aku benci tengok fonts yang pelbagai itu bercampur aduk, Qronic Qronicles jadi hodoh benar. Sakit mata dan jiwa aku dibuatnya.
Bongok.
Posted in jiwa, tagged tanah lama on February 5, 2008 | No Comments »
LOVE & WISHESIt’s been many years since you’re bornAll the twenty-two years that I’ve knownMany times in my heart I thought Have I given the love you’ve sought?Yet I thought few would understandAnd love found no boundarySo is between you and me
I love you so from the startWhy should I question what’s in my heartI [...]
Posted in Islam, buku, jiwa, tagged tanah lama on October 2, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Then one day, I was in Baba’s study, looking through his stuff, when I found one of my mother’s old history books. It was written by an Iranian named Khorami. I blew the dust of it, sneaked it into bed with me that night, and was stunned to find an entire chapter on Hazara history. [...]