tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73033315064916564662012-02-16T06:26:01.841-08:00Dark to Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339035112961271143noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303331506491656466.post-32230426769513222892008-09-03T22:31:00.001-07:002008-09-03T22:51:21.888-07:00<div align="center">Do you know the <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>irritating</strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">(can you guys say "Ew! Stop bugging me, Bitch!)" for me, please.)</span></span> sensation when the raindrops sprinkle on the sorface of your skin?</div><div align="center">Well, that's the reason I hate rainy season.</div><div align="center">Can't say i <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">hate</span> because it is obvi that rain is gift from God.</div><div align="center">But still, I can't stand it!</div><div align="center">Same goes if the rain is too <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>heavy</strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">(Can you guys feel the heaviness from the size of this "heavy"?)</span></span> and we get stuck in the room, can't do a single fucking thing.</div><div align="center">as a abnormally <span style="color:#ffff00;">HYPER</span>active person I can't stay in the room unless to sleep or when I'm in a super badmood.</div><div align="center">Other than that, I'm such an out-and-about kind of person, always on the move(most of the time to make sure I don't miss on any of the hot gossip!).</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So, since today is a rainy day(it's been raining since, like - forever!), I'm stuck here in the 24-hour study room, next to the library.</div><div align="center">What else can I do other than going on the net and write this fucking thing, right?</div><div align="center">But actually before this I tried to search on "contribution" and "plottage" in property valuation on <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">G</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">o</span><span style="color:#000099;">g</span>l</strong></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>e</strong> </span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">but the info doesn't seem to be there.</span></span></div><div align="center">Shouldn't this site be the BEST searching agent.</div><div align="center">Bodoh ada lah!</div><div align="center">And now I'm starting to freak out because the assignment(which I was looking the info for) should be submitted by tomorrow.</div><div align="center">God, I wish I could still write after tomorrow(if not <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">KILLED</span>!)</div><div align="center">Damn!</div><div align="center">I'm so scared right now!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"><strong>Pray for me, everyone!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303331506491656466-3223042676951322289?l=dark2black.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dark to Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339035112961271143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7303331506491656466.post-15226694143282920152008-09-01T07:11:00.000-07:002008-09-03T22:31:06.627-07:00<div align="center">It is the <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>loooooong</strong></span> holidays.</div><div align="center">Pity Doll and nazmi because they're left by themselves by ME.</div><div align="center">Wow!</div><div align="center">Can't believe me alone can make them feel left.</div><div align="center">Just kidding.</div><div align="center">Sorry Doll and nazmi.</div><div align="center">They are my great buddies as long as during my stay at UTM is concerned.</div><div align="center">But the <span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>good</strong></span> thing is we went to KL.</div><div align="center">Just can't tell the exact number of <strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">cute</span></strong><span style="color:#000000;">(drooling!)</span> people I saw.</div><div align="center">Love all the stylish(or fashionable, I'd say.) people there.</div><div align="center">These are basically the 2 main reason I love going to KL.</div><div align="center">Apart from that : <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>NONE</strong></span>!</div><div align="center">Oh, and the <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">$$$</span>, I guess.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Then came 1st Ramadhan.</div><div align="center">My resolution on celebrating this Ramadhan is to do as much goods and leave as much bads.</div><div align="center">But seriously, I can't stop <span style="color:#ff0000;">bad-mouthing</span> people.</div><div align="center">I think I was born with this <span style="color:#ff0000;">bad habbit</span>(or I'd say <span style="color:#ffff00;">ability</span>!).</div><div align="center">But hopefully I'll be able to do the <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">Tarawikh</span></strong> prayer without feeling laziness keeping telling me to <span style="color:#ff0000;">"Stay in your room, listen to songs and play solitaire!"</span></div><div align="center">Actually, I've been wondering why is it so hard to do something good when it takes just a little temptation to make us do many bad things?</div><div align="center">I guess it just the way our world works, don't you guys agree?</div><div align="center">So, stop thinking about it and start enjoying life.</div><div align="center">We live once afterall!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So, hope this won't be my 1 and only post. Hehe.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7303331506491656466-1522669414328292015?l=dark2black.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dark to Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00339035112961271143noreply@blogger.com1