tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260836242024-03-13T18:27:55.846-07:00[251_dtP]^Me>ai[M]a[N]Me? You don't know me.aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-30283479546538602952009-09-09T00:28:00.000-07:002009-09-09T01:16:15.338-07:00Syukur(Sudah lama aku tidak berbahasa di sini. Hari ini aku terasa ingin berbahasa.)<br /><br />Hari itu, seperti hari-hari biasa, aku online. Kebetulan, pada skala waktu yang sama walaupun terpisah beratus-ratus batu, mak juga sedang online. Rezeki aku dapat ber-YM dengan mak harini. Kadang-kadang, aku voice call atau video call juga dengan mak. Tapi mikrofon mahupun kamera tidak pula ada padaku waktu itu.<br /><br />Dalam perbualan singkat dengan mak, ada jugak aku mengadu juadah berbuka di sini biasa-biasa saja. Tidaklah sesedap dan selazat masakan yang mak hidangkan di rumah. Kalau aku pulang saja ke rumah, tentu mak akan bertanya padaku, masakan apa yang aku teringin nak makan. Selepas aku mengadu, mak pun berkata padaku,” aiman, aiman kena bersyukur. Ada orang lain tu, buka puasa dgn ubi kayu jek. Tak ada duit pun nak beli makanan mahupun duit untuk membeli bahan masakan.”<br /><br />Betul juga kata mak. Alhamdulillah, sekurang-kurangnya, aku masih berpeluang untuk menikmati makanan yang cukup dan berbuka puasa secara sederhana. <br /><br />Sebenarnya, ada juga aku memasang hasrat untuk menikmati ayam Kenny Rogers dan berbuka puasa di Secret Recipe bila pulang ke KL nanti. Tapi, tidak sanggup pula apabila mengenangkan ada insan-insan lain yang sesuap nasi pun tak dapat nak rasa. Hatta, aku noktahkan saja hasrat itu.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Di sana, <br />Ada bayi-bayi kecil yang mati kelaparan,<br />Belum sempat pun membuka mata melihat dunia,<br />Tidak sempat pun mengenal siapa ibunya.<br /><br />Di sana, <br />Keringat bapa satu-satu mencecah bumi,<br />Berlari, berjalan, merangkak mencari rezeki,<br />Membuat apa saja agar keluarga terus bernadi.<br /><br />Di sana,<br />Titis-titis airmata ibu jatuh ke pipi,<br />Menahan tangis tanpa bunyi,<br />Melihat anak menderita tanpa sesuap nasi.<br /><br /><br />Di sini,<br />Kita berbunuhan kerana harta dan nama,<br /><br />Di sini,<br />Kita berperang kerana kuasa dan empayar,<br /><br />Di sini,<br />Kita bersengketa kerana tanah dan pusaka.<br /><br />Di sini,<br />Kita tidak pernah bersyukur dengan apa yang ada.</span><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Pejam celik pejam celik, dah lebih setahun aku di bumi Kelantan ni. Banyak yang aku lalui dan tempuhi sejak pertama kali kakiku menjejak tanah ini. <br /><br />Baru-baru ini, aku menerima arahan untuk berpindah ke tempat tinggal lain. Sudah menjadi lumrah, kalau dah meningkat senioriti, pasti aku disuruh untuk berpindah ke hotel atau pun banglo. Mula-mula dulu, aku dengar, tujuannya adalah supaya kami dilatih berenang. Seronok juga aku yang tak reti berenang ni. Tapi, rupa-rupanya,tujuannya kerana villa yang ada sekarang tidak dapat menampung jumlah pelajar yang semakin banyak.<br /><br />Separuh dari teman-temanku telah berpindah ke Hotel Ridel di Kota Baru. Aku pula disuruh untuk berpindah ke sebuah banglo yang lokasinya di antara Kota Baru dan airport. Sayang pula aku mahu meninggalkan Villa Kuching ini. Banyak kenangan aku di sini. Tapi, biasalah, tiada apa pun yang akan kekal. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNwGYxxjanHAWRYdZNN6EwFOo2Q34pqJ97GFMll7eSgAgCSTdOIkRA7Cg_ov3RIyd4l4wF2k9CUnBCQA_In3l92r8eax0QsxZy8dTCzm6sMhvtls5H-eQWxHbXbD3LmMyljP2bg/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNwGYxxjanHAWRYdZNN6EwFOo2Q34pqJ97GFMll7eSgAgCSTdOIkRA7Cg_ov3RIyd4l4wF2k9CUnBCQA_In3l92r8eax0QsxZy8dTCzm6sMhvtls5H-eQWxHbXbD3LmMyljP2bg/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379374204759145458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gYdc2kg6KSHp6rTXtA5ERo-LzqGKK3KNP9kfRjT8YlYVnULp6j93dT0mGDJkfKBUmJ2lSYgUJAGfoaPiw4h9NmWLxUih3SJom3jF1DbDpKJCygUVVIKCXNlkF5ZaZhHmpBFeug/s1600-h/DSC02021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gYdc2kg6KSHp6rTXtA5ERo-LzqGKK3KNP9kfRjT8YlYVnULp6j93dT0mGDJkfKBUmJ2lSYgUJAGfoaPiw4h9NmWLxUih3SJom3jF1DbDpKJCygUVVIKCXNlkF5ZaZhHmpBFeug/s320/DSC02021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379358315522431458" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeENmqXnDzS9UM-XCE7SE8B8dWJb9GkW_nljhuYoPGM1CAdbWw24thvn_eLlg6DVveG6NNGQbmQt7oI_C6NZ7qV7b5oDLK9aKwtvABgxkkxUGMg9hd3ki8JwWYybVW5RRGFXfWA/s1600-h/DSC_0295.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeENmqXnDzS9UM-XCE7SE8B8dWJb9GkW_nljhuYoPGM1CAdbWw24thvn_eLlg6DVveG6NNGQbmQt7oI_C6NZ7qV7b5oDLK9aKwtvABgxkkxUGMg9hd3ki8JwWYybVW5RRGFXfWA/s320/DSC_0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379377225673023746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIMP4YGqfeLTHjDo_XVW4gp-j6l637GKIJ8kzGIE8kPIukxVZGJlWKpL_PrZxlnyEYvXzUB023yvVK73zMjy5RzkYAdS7Hdwl059sA_NsqXVvJqR-iIoH9Eu_WCgR7Zfp_SDBnQ/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIMP4YGqfeLTHjDo_XVW4gp-j6l637GKIJ8kzGIE8kPIukxVZGJlWKpL_PrZxlnyEYvXzUB023yvVK73zMjy5RzkYAdS7Hdwl059sA_NsqXVvJqR-iIoH9Eu_WCgR7Zfp_SDBnQ/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379358320673767042" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GWU6a2bADI-CTwky-Lj_5rsjft5U8CvnlrssymAT8IclJQ4uv3WnYhPIzmSBZnrKkKKqLBhwZHhgFatZi-sTswwLq1FR1sSfm7SWR6q7y251-ehiIHEz9cRfEyNcOc5VA2_w8A/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GWU6a2bADI-CTwky-Lj_5rsjft5U8CvnlrssymAT8IclJQ4uv3WnYhPIzmSBZnrKkKKqLBhwZHhgFatZi-sTswwLq1FR1sSfm7SWR6q7y251-ehiIHEz9cRfEyNcOc5VA2_w8A/s320/DSC_0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379377213238968082" /></a>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-42072744353263501252009-01-26T07:01:00.001-08:002009-01-26T17:32:43.042-08:00Aviation for Captaincy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGERzC2DZIRtVQb-x349jWUkeXHHnNiZiycRXcwhkVUrWspZWZAOd5zz26IpNQKOylZ_92NxFV7lBYtAnA-iBgGys5FP5C_G1X37XdqfheuHPjS7MmS2SpyeWriwirhm0nByRUQA/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGERzC2DZIRtVQb-x349jWUkeXHHnNiZiycRXcwhkVUrWspZWZAOd5zz26IpNQKOylZ_92NxFV7lBYtAnA-iBgGys5FP5C_G1X37XdqfheuHPjS7MmS2SpyeWriwirhm0nByRUQA/s400/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295619494454247586" /></a><br />It was <span style="font-style:italic;">THAT</span> particular day that I officially declared myself as a future pilot. The 5th of January 2009 marked a history in my book of life, one that shall be remembered and well reserved in my psyche. Often people ask me about the sensation of being among the white milky clouds since the day they knew I was undergoing my training as a pilot. But seldom could I answer or give the exact elaboration of the emotions that the hormones release when being up there due to the fact that I haven’t started my flying yet. So I would just tell them the same story my seniors have been telling me, carrying on the sequence chain of stories or I would just simply say that I haven’t flown the craft yet not bothering to share the experience as it isn’t even my own.<br /><br />Well that day changed it all. I have completed my first sortie and finally taste the air up there. Maybe I am a little bit exaggerating here. The air tastes the same but the feeling is remarkably different, I KID YOU NOT.<br /><br />That morning around 11 am, I went outside the hangar (it's like a garage for aircrafts) and looked up. The sky was clear with a few milky puffs of cumulus here and there. Indeed, a definition of a great day for flying! Without hesitation, I went to Captain Fauzi, the pilot instructor in charge to conduct my first sortie today and greeted him..<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">“Assalamualaikum and morning sir. I’m cadet pilot Mohd Aiman Md Isa and today I’m scheduled to fly with you sir.” <span style="font-style:italic;">I said starting the conversation.<br /></span><br />“At what time?” <span style="font-style:italic;">he replied.</span><br /><br />“It’s supposed to be now sir. Whenever you’re ready.” <span style="font-style:italic;">I replied back.</span><br /><br />“Whenever I’m ready? It’s whenever you are ready.” <span style="font-style:italic;">He laughed and continued</span>,” Your first sortie? Are you ready? Scared?”<br /><br />“Yes sir, my first sortie. I think I’m ready sir. I’m not that scared sir coz I’m flying with you sir.” <span style="font-style:italic;">I wasn’t trying to make a joke but that it was came out of my mouth.</span><br /><br />“Hahahaha. We’ll see about that later. Wait for me at 9M-TAT (the pronunciation is niner mike tango alpha tango)”<br /><br />“Yes sir!”</span><br /><br />I can’t believe it!! My first flight!! I mean my first flight that I'm in control of the aircraft!! I don’t know what to feel at that moment. But I was really looking forward to fly.<br /><br />I strived hastily towards the flight operation room to take my headset, took my checklist and went to the aircraft. In 5 minutes time, I was already there with him. Captain Fauzi taught me how to do a quick check since the engine was already hot and we went around the aircraft to do the external checks. Later on the aircraft, he asked me if I wanted do the radio calls and I said yes. So there I was, in a Piper Cheerokee Warrior 2 registered number 9M-TAT with my headset around my head, my hands on the control column ready for my first sortie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-mYYxCCakdELLx72D7lDYkeCFfFks7_hrdLTqk4Nj3KmCfQKhId6IBnDnRRqylm_UWrUR0l6tthYajlwQI7q43C2RKTDH3GuncvuRBdDFGffI5B_of4Gep_VQE0VzNwRkBBDuA/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-mYYxCCakdELLx72D7lDYkeCFfFks7_hrdLTqk4Nj3KmCfQKhId6IBnDnRRqylm_UWrUR0l6tthYajlwQI7q43C2RKTDH3GuncvuRBdDFGffI5B_of4Gep_VQE0VzNwRkBBDuA/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618293589057394" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Me: Kota Bharu Ground, this is APAC 16 (the call sign I was using)<br /><br />ATC(Air Traffic Control): APAC 16, Go ahead<br /><br />Me: APAC 16, Request start for Bachok, POB 2, Endurance 6 hours in 9M-TAT<br /><br />ATC: APAC 16, Wind 130/50 knots, Temperature 32, QNH 1009, Runway 10, Cleared to start<br /><br />Me: QNH 1009, Runway 10, Cleared to start, APAC 16</span><br /><br />And then I started the aircraft, taxied it to the holding point to take-off. I was kind of nervous but I did a few rehearsals in front of the mirror at home so I wouldn’t say unnecessary words. Before the take-off, I did my departure brief to Captain Fauzi:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Me:<br /><br />This will be a normal take-off.<br />The rotating speed is 65 knots.<br />I will climb out at 80 knots, thereafter 90 knots.<br /><br />Any malfunctions while on the roll; I will abort the take-off.<br /><br />If the engine fails after take-off, I will select attitude for 75 knots and carry out the EFATO drill. <br /><br />Any questions sir?<br /><br />CAPT FAUZI: No, Aiman. You have control.<br /><br />Me: I have control<br /></span><br />So I was ready at the holding point on the runway to do the take-off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-f1JR58qyypnFgueNyIoycbhIp5KrT6S-m8bk9aXSm6h9c2weOo75nRGh9o981FTXqrRYola4JjWGvN3StNfwV0ZdKzAYGCFdezmfvLLXnd9o1OBunijMfoVUWyvMxc4MGQ9nYw/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-f1JR58qyypnFgueNyIoycbhIp5KrT6S-m8bk9aXSm6h9c2weOo75nRGh9o981FTXqrRYola4JjWGvN3StNfwV0ZdKzAYGCFdezmfvLLXnd9o1OBunijMfoVUWyvMxc4MGQ9nYw/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618288809647618" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">ATC: APAC 16, Cleared Bachok training area, 1000 feet, Right turn, Cleared for take-off.<br /><br />Me: Cleared Bachok training area, 1000 feet, Right turn, Cleared for take-off!!!</span><br /><br />I put full throttle power. The aircraft was accelerating like lightning. 65 knots!!! I pulled the control column gently. And there I was. Rising high towards the sky and leaving the ground. Woohooo! I did it. My first take-off. But honestly, I didn’t do the landing. The Captain did it. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3D1W1QpuemeFlJUnWBT5waV0uqs0HNg2s41hQbl3DHrVgigdiV3eUAV7xHdRi0TaGw4R1-ColMq5ysoqk_K8OUJ72ogxcPMlmH0ugtIbfWOQ6XZ5p6fTARuzhiw_0J-b8CYwqA/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3D1W1QpuemeFlJUnWBT5waV0uqs0HNg2s41hQbl3DHrVgigdiV3eUAV7xHdRi0TaGw4R1-ColMq5ysoqk_K8OUJ72ogxcPMlmH0ugtIbfWOQ6XZ5p6fTARuzhiw_0J-b8CYwqA/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618282963777634" /></a><br /><br />That was my first flying experience!!<br /><br />And that's that.<br />Noktah.<br />Me>aimanaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-4659931061866837222009-01-12T19:37:00.000-08:002009-01-13T00:50:36.647-08:00Pena ini menulis lagi (atau lebih tepat, keyboard ini ditekan lagi)Dear readers of this once-in-a-blue-moon updated blog,<br /><br />It has been a while since my last post; 3 months 23 days 8 hours 26 minutes 16 seconds to be exact. Ive been busy with uninteresting stuff that isn’t interesting enough to be written on this interesting blog. LOL!<br /><br />Anyway, I hope life is treating everyone of you well and gently. Indeed, life has its ups and downs and sometimes it may be tougher than usual. But these tough times is what makes you better kan? Have you heard of the controversial saying <span style="font-style:italic;">people are at their strongest when being at their weakest state<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></span></span></span>? The saying sounds like it doesn’t make any sense. But if you think again, it is kind of true because when you are at your weakest, you will do almost anything or everything to survive. And that <span style="font-style:italic;">is</span> strong because you’re doing it when you’re weak, get it? ok2, da merepek2 da ni. Hehe.<br /><br />Whatever happens pon, don’t worry, if Allah brings you to it, He will bring you through it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Allah tidak membebani sseorang melainkan sesuai dgn ksanggupannya."<br />(Al-Baqarah:286)</span><br /><br />I flipped through my album when I was at home last year.(bunyi mcm lame jek padahal bulan lepas jek. Hehe) And I found some of my childhood pictures that id like to share. These pictures cost a fortune to me…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiu6sGLGXCI6IGVVB26tM_1VpsP5glHEsDDELvnYy2I3uoEeHlxq6_8Vh-P-2TD3dN9N0LwCDHMJdMe-1NEHmbuolw2xMpw9m7701_YMvIJwif3OM_mCfm7DXUIHdzdpI5H_Jgg/s1600-h/DSC06830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiu6sGLGXCI6IGVVB26tM_1VpsP5glHEsDDELvnYy2I3uoEeHlxq6_8Vh-P-2TD3dN9N0LwCDHMJdMe-1NEHmbuolw2xMpw9m7701_YMvIJwif3OM_mCfm7DXUIHdzdpI5H_Jgg/s400/DSC06830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290605420908543122" /></a><br />There are three of us naughty members of the ISA-LAILY family. but we are the ones that lighten up the house with our ridiculous behavior. you can actually guess whose the devil among the three kan? hoho. this was at Sears year 1989 on the morning of eid. lepas solat raya and all, go to the mall for ice cream! hehe<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ChA83gHWDf-3yMSZU1spy1nnW-DF68nGsEjQ1CigEmB5kwcjsEG4aFKElJ9unW7dw5QTXime_RNi-DlrCpZyIjF8Q8d-tiFkGYqhEwS-1m4MQNXYvqCT-7_FcMj3mRBu9-1iwA/s1600-h/DSC06870.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ChA83gHWDf-3yMSZU1spy1nnW-DF68nGsEjQ1CigEmB5kwcjsEG4aFKElJ9unW7dw5QTXime_RNi-DlrCpZyIjF8Q8d-tiFkGYqhEwS-1m4MQNXYvqCT-7_FcMj3mRBu9-1iwA/s200/DSC06870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290619075657213026" /></a><br />i went on live televison once in the US. they interviewed me about Asian cultural activities and all. and i just said what went through my mind. basically is was what went through every 6 year old kid. haha<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRS5FFItBI2epsT9A85ue7fcq_2k-Q31nFRcVN7shjQwuDvl2hnCGUbO_VRsXmjPrFOKpGfAEY_c6YSiVWsU8X8x_KWExkVSJsMVUbdTOK-iu_su_VcdogdLjd-bSHHQTdc4DVPA/s1600-h/DSC06856.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRS5FFItBI2epsT9A85ue7fcq_2k-Q31nFRcVN7shjQwuDvl2hnCGUbO_VRsXmjPrFOKpGfAEY_c6YSiVWsU8X8x_KWExkVSJsMVUbdTOK-iu_su_VcdogdLjd-bSHHQTdc4DVPA/s320/DSC06856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290616909935038978" /></a>Us lagi. my sister manja dgn my brother. coz she doesnt get to manje2 with me. hehe. during winter, we'd go sledding down the snowy hill. and from the bottom to the top of the hill, my brother would pull my sister up. i wont. na naiik sendirila jalan. hehe<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJT7Jqj3pRZrSze0Plp5AvB1P1zxEYpCsLsFK1uHjhsJd1UWJ00KTohZUjhTNJzgn3mhhdrth6B-Zt_9UxezPgIrqo7mDhWGIb8CtBnqOHnrS6MX8b-NHpDkW_YMnuVjo4yWa3xQ/s1600-h/DSC06852.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJT7Jqj3pRZrSze0Plp5AvB1P1zxEYpCsLsFK1uHjhsJd1UWJ00KTohZUjhTNJzgn3mhhdrth6B-Zt_9UxezPgIrqo7mDhWGIb8CtBnqOHnrS6MX8b-NHpDkW_YMnuVjo4yWa3xQ/s400/DSC06852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290605434628500994" /></a><br />on eid. at our house or someone elses house. i forgotla. thats my dad. pening die jage kitorang. hehe. oh btw, my mom yg jahitkan our bj melayu-s. shed go to the university in the morning and sew our bj melayu-s at night so we'd have bj rys on ry..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3259OrnbHQP6jyrfRqnR-_jbVq8AxI6t6MId_CicYm5p1zYtQw-sgJezUefacEM9gg7qutEkhUcX5ISQvMF2bF98sNuoZeLq2nFB-z9DLuijOcO62OcS-n3H3CRHsAM_tZYYOSw/s1600-h/DSC06833.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3259OrnbHQP6jyrfRqnR-_jbVq8AxI6t6MId_CicYm5p1zYtQw-sgJezUefacEM9gg7qutEkhUcX5ISQvMF2bF98sNuoZeLq2nFB-z9DLuijOcO62OcS-n3H3CRHsAM_tZYYOSw/s200/DSC06833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290619069078773426" /></a><br /><br /><br />my sister and i. sebenarnye, die manje jugak with me. seeeee.. hehe<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6EiFyrauVPhgD1EAjtXRL2X0Nd_oSTpB80y8nI9Xe15pM90EnLBtVje6Z28tUQE7ij83sTq9i_C9sKKZCOcOJ_9N47tKqTWQRXYaXtTAxron1gRuNd1YZKWoyqCoKEMsyDuZzg/s1600-h/DSC06844.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6EiFyrauVPhgD1EAjtXRL2X0Nd_oSTpB80y8nI9Xe15pM90EnLBtVje6Z28tUQE7ij83sTq9i_C9sKKZCOcOJ_9N47tKqTWQRXYaXtTAxron1gRuNd1YZKWoyqCoKEMsyDuZzg/s320/DSC06844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290616905481215986" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my sister lagi..playing in front of our house..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6w-3eDEWQBplVpWAnJEllqKoig86XMLU7Gku95xO8gV06ghth3c5Ub6k3EVbWs_AFuAQhi0AkPlvVyw1WvP-bFboIHa_OAqVkcBzfESEKQYkbNj4-s47S1VdrCoKHZqM52UrdZQ/s1600-h/DSC06836.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6w-3eDEWQBplVpWAnJEllqKoig86XMLU7Gku95xO8gV06ghth3c5Ub6k3EVbWs_AFuAQhi0AkPlvVyw1WvP-bFboIHa_OAqVkcBzfESEKQYkbNj4-s47S1VdrCoKHZqM52UrdZQ/s400/DSC06836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290605423422363890" /></a><br />the guys in the family! sejuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkkkk.....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYzNY2vLBxA6L54YouG9ZoaoaU56KAotiQIDY54a4yaCyDTXHHHnj7vmvTCkIJrDJq_-O-v2NcYNgfS8lAYBxfo6RPX2mHeEkM__-7A5rYfBPvJi-97eahQ_C0ns_m8kn-mnt6Q/s1600-h/DSC06837.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYzNY2vLBxA6L54YouG9ZoaoaU56KAotiQIDY54a4yaCyDTXHHHnj7vmvTCkIJrDJq_-O-v2NcYNgfS8lAYBxfo6RPX2mHeEkM__-7A5rYfBPvJi-97eahQ_C0ns_m8kn-mnt6Q/s320/DSC06837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290616902585480722" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my dad's queen and I...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4hv1AAYCTdQckEOQGmAhBxKWH_7KeYtcQWa8lz8ygYMHoklzbTTkn2oKJM_hdUEpNctr4jTBrfQc3EWvJ6ko3wjQseiiiBPwNJC3MSXRgsZkJRsfbzv704QWTTaiD9VF5Hnybg/s1600-h/DSC06847.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4hv1AAYCTdQckEOQGmAhBxKWH_7KeYtcQWa8lz8ygYMHoklzbTTkn2oKJM_hdUEpNctr4jTBrfQc3EWvJ6ko3wjQseiiiBPwNJC3MSXRgsZkJRsfbzv704QWTTaiD9VF5Hnybg/s200/DSC06847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290619072264804130" /></a><br /><br /><br />me and my bro! pi mall pakai bj melayu siap songkok lg dekat US. hoho. segak penuh kemelayuan...hehe<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9mvafU-9aEJARNeGdPvT7W8JqjtTBlKm3Z_mmCUN19w-5lV3yLllTIWIWSJqEuITMZBH-SDPDlH_1d2Ygh3XN9jnrh4fm4dx0rSRuu6KrL8yxxCDKtL5dsEZgEo_kT7xiAF7lqQ/s1600-h/the+latest+oni+079.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9mvafU-9aEJARNeGdPvT7W8JqjtTBlKm3Z_mmCUN19w-5lV3yLllTIWIWSJqEuITMZBH-SDPDlH_1d2Ygh3XN9jnrh4fm4dx0rSRuu6KrL8yxxCDKtL5dsEZgEo_kT7xiAF7lqQ/s320/the+latest+oni+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290636482719004226" /></a><br />Mr and Mrs Isa, the king and queen..at michigan airport..<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVcBuCynyTkMGuCo44x71M9tqqkgPUsjx4a66Ho6wqKBrBG6XL4zjsCppPGI9q-GfJDkDU_miUZkZUQvrvBjKQSfexb3x5ceuVs5BVRjBiETNKob33Ri6MK81Z46ZWBVdFWA_OA/s1600-h/DSC06871.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVcBuCynyTkMGuCo44x71M9tqqkgPUsjx4a66Ho6wqKBrBG6XL4zjsCppPGI9q-GfJDkDU_miUZkZUQvrvBjKQSfexb3x5ceuVs5BVRjBiETNKob33Ri6MK81Z46ZWBVdFWA_OA/s200/DSC06871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290675921910125762" /></a>my brother in front of the law library University of Michigan Ann Arbor<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xu7y1Sp0g1g4dWwB_wbERpe0OFXP_uoruOeNxlNlo_2IeftT89o03lD6wZQvgaRhRIQofppMlBllSTUywP3iKR4-9e1MbulKY4Zqp9HJe23krv93z7P7eBJ1cwHenS37ytt4og/s1600-h/DSC00329.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2xu7y1Sp0g1g4dWwB_wbERpe0OFXP_uoruOeNxlNlo_2IeftT89o03lD6wZQvgaRhRIQofppMlBllSTUywP3iKR4-9e1MbulKY4Zqp9HJe23krv93z7P7eBJ1cwHenS37ytt4og/s200/DSC00329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290647674061864818"/></a>me around.. <br /><br /><br /><br />my sister at Purdue University<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHys1GjLQuf5v2nxEJztV3SDwe8DZnM2NtlqFrJf0h7IzIbyFhkyXtCT7J0V6b_ivRMCFkRMNMcLRmblVF1DAPLtzsTZ77zZSAzrNEcoLeftoEkDQlk-f5nNT8kVAIVwGGWv7W9g/s1600-h/DSC02282.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHys1GjLQuf5v2nxEJztV3SDwe8DZnM2NtlqFrJf0h7IzIbyFhkyXtCT7J0V6b_ivRMCFkRMNMcLRmblVF1DAPLtzsTZ77zZSAzrNEcoLeftoEkDQlk-f5nNT8kVAIVwGGWv7W9g/s200/DSC02282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290650860094056674" /></a><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />that's us..<br /><br />and that's that.<br />noktah.<br />me>aiman<br /><br />ps" i hope i update lg soon.heheaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-35891330259866071172008-09-21T09:23:00.000-07:002008-09-21T09:54:01.224-07:00The June, July, August, September entry..Today, I officially received my very own Kelantan map by the authorities. I have to study the map before I start flying so that I won’t end up getting caught in the airspace of Narathiwat or Waeng. The map has my name on its upper right corner. It kind of gives me some motivation and makes me more impatient to fly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLGoLTM7gGwta1kl293vvoNk1BoKyTeMMvLxcZRkb2Vx3_g9KRr4y7iAyi28-TVA6t9q2PBNRj5CAhRgs-Hdm760YKy5Ga5P07EVIecosaAfCsm9vpRtdQUuZu1rchxgSGUP8J_A/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLGoLTM7gGwta1kl293vvoNk1BoKyTeMMvLxcZRkb2Vx3_g9KRr4y7iAyi28-TVA6t9q2PBNRj5CAhRgs-Hdm760YKy5Ga5P07EVIecosaAfCsm9vpRtdQUuZu1rchxgSGUP8J_A/s320/DSC01039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248511672031865282" /></a><br /><br />Melihat map ini:<br />Contour.<br />Laut.<br />Sungai.<br />Pulau.<br />Tanah tinggi.<br />Kagum.<br />Terpesona.<br />Jatuh Cinta.<br />Ciptaan Sang Pencipta.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />"His entire Creation exists simply as testing and teaching for the soul." (11:7)<br /><br />“He created the heavens and the earth with truth, and He shaped you and made good your shapes, and unto Him is the journeying.” (64: 3)<br /> </span><br /><br />“ ta sabarnye na tgk betol2 dr atas~;)”<br /><br />I hope I can get to know both worlds better, langit dan bumi. So I know The Creater better. And become a better servant. Insya-Allah…<br /><br />Reaching to the end of the day, I also received my SPL (Student Pilot’s License) from the Department of Civil Aviation. More motivation and encouragement! This license permits me to fly the aircrafts at the airport hanger; eagle erb 150, piper warrior, piper seneca, diamond 40 and diamond 42.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9P57b4tDtY7PI5PSDny87tvSKYCYSpWPQK6qHVQrN6eBMviQWWMLXBFEdvKhEW0xczou6VJuZlMTNTMt65Gr9N2JDoIOiWJhM__o8sad5AS32PoPaGjcadD7c1F9668lz0r70w/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9P57b4tDtY7PI5PSDny87tvSKYCYSpWPQK6qHVQrN6eBMviQWWMLXBFEdvKhEW0xczou6VJuZlMTNTMt65Gr9N2JDoIOiWJhM__o8sad5AS32PoPaGjcadD7c1F9668lz0r70w/s320/DSC01040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248512440603208642" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZ4UOb4ZtlB-qUidGOm50r_xMJ80v0r8WQJnV-8_e_OhKK8OJuWDmF7LE2sLfUkB_3OunCDrExN08y_muESOe_oMqOLBbBhk9B4ehj5gROJiFgBNA8DRqNhyphenhyphendKZ0z4sD3Ht-ccA/s1600-h/DSC01041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZ4UOb4ZtlB-qUidGOm50r_xMJ80v0r8WQJnV-8_e_OhKK8OJuWDmF7LE2sLfUkB_3OunCDrExN08y_muESOe_oMqOLBbBhk9B4ehj5gROJiFgBNA8DRqNhyphenhyphendKZ0z4sD3Ht-ccA/s400/DSC01041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248512808912249746" /></a><br /><br />Salam lebaran semua...<br />Semoga segalanya menjadi ibadah...<br /><br />And that's that.<br />Noktah.<br />Me>aimanaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-54430790241412804602008-05-18T23:09:00.002-07:002008-05-18T23:42:20.527-07:00Things i did bile da habis belajar ni.I’ve completed my degree a couple of weeks ago; a <span style="font-style:italic;">long</span> three and a half years of being a good committed hardworking student of the IIUM. Cheers! Well, when you finish your studies, common questions that will be beating your eardrums every now and then by anyone that knows you’re done with your studies are <span style="font-style:italic;">sekarang ko buat ape</span> or <span style="font-style:italic;">plan lepas belajar ni ape </span>or <span style="font-style:italic;">na sambung belajar lagi ke keje</span> or <span style="font-style:italic;">ko na kahwin dengan Jessica Alba ke Marie Digby</span>. Or sometimes people will straight give harsh conclusions about you in your face like <span style="font-style:italic;">kira ko mengganggur la sekarang ni</span> or <span style="font-style:italic;">tanam jagung la ni</span> or <span style="font-style:italic;">kira semua syarikat pon reject ko!</span><br /><br />So an honest advice from me: Be prepared with well constructed answers. Or just stuff in your earphones and pretend you didn’t hear a thing. Hehe.<br /><br />Since this is my blog, let’s talk about me. Hehe. I certainly do have plans. A lot. More that you can imagine. But for the time being, according to plan fyi, I just have to chill and laze and be a good son, which everyone around me knows that I am, duh. So being at home, I decided to not only finish the food in the fridge, I, with opened heart did some chores that maybe, I said maybe, will lead me to a happy life with either Jessica Alba or Marie Digby. If they happen to read la. Hehe. Now let the pictures do the talking…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRl-l5P-hhOSTR2ZfZqM0usVcHiQ7-wdj5zPeMDzWJH_oo2kytxqUvEbQH4PGPqYy9y3vLafv8uaQwetIfCtA1gUAMmKQnr1xOh3tfRUnsquYR1gm1fepAGJg89aDLBuIewBm9A/s1600-h/DSC05545.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRl-l5P-hhOSTR2ZfZqM0usVcHiQ7-wdj5zPeMDzWJH_oo2kytxqUvEbQH4PGPqYy9y3vLafv8uaQwetIfCtA1gUAMmKQnr1xOh3tfRUnsquYR1gm1fepAGJg89aDLBuIewBm9A/s320/DSC05545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201974569117435202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoLPX7l8fGKpGGVZ-ND2zYiL-JmNS-1w8e5mAudcVP3VgGtoFxDnM2LefVOqv8hxgmnaNbzZwWkKMW_5q7RfbX2S6BIS-4tQQqDmN_U763NxQ04Ultis4wm4L5Kj4-mjmIdWcjA/s1600-h/DSC05542.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoLPX7l8fGKpGGVZ-ND2zYiL-JmNS-1w8e5mAudcVP3VgGtoFxDnM2LefVOqv8hxgmnaNbzZwWkKMW_5q7RfbX2S6BIS-4tQQqDmN_U763NxQ04Ultis4wm4L5Kj4-mjmIdWcjA/s320/DSC05542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201970390114256130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWMU_1xnlERNu8uVEuloEonN85qEQlKvGazlAH6-kc8ShCeIt4BBvQTCdl85nSpptJ3HonYmhkRnP_bPhwKqu24Ufkcdc_y3Yw-BptZBnl4GiTQwy5tRIhNGHzOiw4IqnC8suGaQ/s1600-h/DSC05548.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWMU_1xnlERNu8uVEuloEonN85qEQlKvGazlAH6-kc8ShCeIt4BBvQTCdl85nSpptJ3HonYmhkRnP_bPhwKqu24Ufkcdc_y3Yw-BptZBnl4GiTQwy5tRIhNGHzOiw4IqnC8suGaQ/s320/DSC05548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201970394409223442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8j4rOihBvUQd4sRRZ2ri8axaZoPmUx9QzGU15N2RMRhfX4us3IO8aNs-Zm1CN_GsRu82ANaOohb2ChgXbfb8Vrmq8H_revY5OuYVKMrXRENIcc596_1hMwxlfYJnZFPR5jm2TQ/s1600-h/DSC05549.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8j4rOihBvUQd4sRRZ2ri8axaZoPmUx9QzGU15N2RMRhfX4us3IO8aNs-Zm1CN_GsRu82ANaOohb2ChgXbfb8Vrmq8H_revY5OuYVKMrXRENIcc596_1hMwxlfYJnZFPR5jm2TQ/s320/DSC05549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201970394409223458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTT4BCSHukuNEwie-l7dSQBOdTpOYFNe_m59rjX89jE0DUaI58m2Vfea8QnJESG8Scu-W7MLTivPGEZPnm1LwPCqrnWndC8egAuYIKWXIPc1NsDzgGQHvWfwQZ-jXS-FpiZXMEg/s1600-h/DSC05550.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTT4BCSHukuNEwie-l7dSQBOdTpOYFNe_m59rjX89jE0DUaI58m2Vfea8QnJESG8Scu-W7MLTivPGEZPnm1LwPCqrnWndC8egAuYIKWXIPc1NsDzgGQHvWfwQZ-jXS-FpiZXMEg/s320/DSC05550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201970398704190770" /></a><br /><br />from the top: <br />washing my dad's car..<br />washing my mom's car..<br />washing my car..<br />treadmilling..<br />teadmilling lagi..<br /><br />Ala rajinkan? anak sapa ni? Huahahaha...<br /><br />And that's that.<br />Noktah<br /><br />me>aimanaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-18213816351835016312008-05-06T05:51:00.000-07:002008-05-06T06:08:44.412-07:00what mohd aiman meansi was surfing and found an interesting page that can tell me what's the hidden meaning of MOHD AIMAN. and this is what my name means...(i find most of it correct though. because most of them mcm best jek.hahaha)<br /><br /><table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><br /><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><br /><strong>What Mohd Aiman Means</strong><br /></font></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"></center><br /><font color="#000000"><br />You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.<br /><br />You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.<br /><br />You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!<br /><br /><br /><br />You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.<br /><br />You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.<br /><br />At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.<br /><br /><br /><br />You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.<br /><br />Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.<br /><br />Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.<br /><br /><br /><br />You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.<br /><br />You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.<br /><br />People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.<br /><br /><br /><br />You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. <br /><br />You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. <br /><br />You have the classic "Type A" personality.<br /><br /><br /><br />You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.<br /><br />You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.<br /><br />You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.<br /><br />You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.<br /><br />You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.<br /></font></td></tr></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/">What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?</a></div><br /><br />and that's that.<br />me>aimanaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-67642589266915762172008-03-15T01:55:00.001-07:002008-03-15T02:05:33.818-07:00An unusual usual day.The day started like usual; Mr. Sun was already shinning high above the sky, the birds singing euphoniously imploring me to wake up, and me, still on my bed doing absolutely nothing yet by 930 am. But it was an unusual day indeed. <br /><br />In the Garden of Knowledge and Virtue- UIA, it is compulsory to go to class with the official dress code- shirt, slacks, and shoes. But for us engineering students, we break each and every code and law that are enforced upon us. There I was- selipa jepun stailo, jeans, t-shirt and the hair that was long enough for the officers to summon me by the amount of rm50. Catch me if you can! <br />From up to bottom, my God…<br /><br />I took my bike to the class, an old Honda C-70. People don’t use that kind of bike sangat nowadays. But a friend of mine told me that what’s important is that it can bring me from one place to another. Stailo or not, numero-2. And it’s murah!<br /><br />I was desperately scrounging to find a place to park my bike, in probably the most crowded kuliyyah in UIA. Eh, not kuliyyah la but the parking lot is surely sure packed. Considering it was already 1135 am and the classes have already started, I knew the chances of me finding even a narrow strip of space to wrest my bike into, were pretty slim. But I tend to believe that with good intentions to go to class, though a little bit late, I’d find a place to squeeze my bike in.<br /><br />Voila! I found…<br /><br />…what only sharp sepet eyes could have spotted. Right between the indigeous Modenas Kriss and foreign Yamaha TZM, was this tiny strip just about enough to get the first half of the wheels in. Well, beggars can’t be choosers, and thus began my struggle to maneuver the bike into the perfect 90 degree to slip it right in.<br /><br />Change of strategy from tactical to menial, push and shove, a mental note to work out and finally frustration. I was at my wits end.<br /><br />Failure of getting my bike in between, I made up my mind to withdraw it robustly out of the tiny winy space. The next thing I realized was the bikes on the right side of mine crashing against each other like the game dominos. Cheers! Eh, Oops!<br /><br />What have I done ni? Adoi…<br /><br />Lucky me, the bike at the end point of the streak was denied smashing on the ground by a parked Proton Wira. Fuh! Selamat. (Dear owner of the black Proton Wira yg slalu park kat tempat moto, thank you! And Sorry too. But your car is ok je. Not even a scratch.)<br /><br />Being a responsible person that I am, I went to susun blk all the bikes back to where it was before checking if there were any parts that have I broken. Suddenly came one of the owners of the bike. I was ready to admit and apologize but then again he came and helped me out. Then I gave him a camaraderie smile for helping. That was when I realized that this Garden of Knowledge and Virtue instilled good values in us- tolong menolong, kesabaran dan bersatu padu. Eh, minus breaking the rules part.<br /><br />Then, after everything was settled and a conclusion made that all the bikes were fine, I went my way back to the mahallat. Gave me a self-holiday for my hard work of susuning back the bikes. <br /><br />And later I knew that that class was cancelled. Nothing missed plus a lesson attained!<br /><br />noktah.<br />me>aimanaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-90281181786070967192008-03-07T08:02:00.000-08:002008-03-07T08:28:34.962-08:00when things dont go your way...KENAPA AKU DIUJI?<br /><br />"Apakah manusia itu mngira bhw mrk dbiarkan (saja) mngatakan:"Kami telah beriman",sdg mrk x diuji lagi?Dan ssngguhnya Kami tlh mnguji org2 sbl mrk,maka ssngguhnya Allah mngetahui orang2 yg benar &<br />sesungguhnya Dia mngetahui org2 yg dusta."<br />(Al-Ankabut:2-3)<br /><br />KENAPA AKU X M'DAPAT APA YG AKU IDAM2KAN?<br /><br />"Boleh jd kamu mbenci sesuatu, pdhal ia amat baik bgmu,dan boleh jd kamu mnyukai sesuatu,pdhal ia amat buruk bgmu; Allah mngetahui sdgkan kamu x mngetahui."<br />(Al-Baqarah:216)<br /><br />KENAPA UJIAN SEBERAT INI?<br /><br />"Allah x m'bebani sseorang mlainkan sesuai dgn ksanggupannya."<br />(Al-Baqarah:286)<br /><br />RASA 'FRUST'?<br /><br />"Jgnlah kamu bsikap lemah,& jgnlah kamu bsedih hati,pdhal kamulah org2 yg plg tinggi (darjatnya),jika kamu org2 yg b'iman."<br />(Al-Imran:139)<br /><br />BAGAIMANA HARUS AKU M'HADAPINYA?<br /><br />"Hai org2 yg b'iman, bsabarlah kamu & kuatkanlah ksabaranmu & tetaplah b'siap siaga (di p'batasan negerimu) & btaqwalah kpd Allah supaya kamu b'untung."<br />(Al-Imran:200)<br /><br />"Jdkanlah sabar & solat sbg penolongmu.Dan ssngguhnya yg demikian itu sungguh berat,kecuali bg org2 yg khusyuk."<br />(Al-Baqarah:45)<br /><br />APA YG AKU DAPAT DRPD SEMUA INI?<br /><br />"Ssngguhnya Allah telah mbeli drpd org2 mukmin,diri & harta mrk dgn mberikan syurga utk mrk."<br />(At-Taubah:111)<br /><br />KPD SIAPA HARUS AKU B'HARAP?<br /><br />"Cukuplah Allah bgku; tiada Ilah selain Dia.Hanya kpdNya aku btawakal."<br />(At-Taubah:129)<br /><br />AKU X DAPAT B'TAHAN LAGI !!!<br /><br />"Dan jgnlah kamu bputus asa drpd rahmat Allah.Ssngguhnya tiada berputus asa drpd rahmat Allah,melainkan kaum yg kafir."<br />(Yusuf:87)aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-25523193393149027142007-12-08T19:50:00.001-08:002007-12-08T20:08:08.511-08:00tgk sane!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7a5xlfMyiSIG_bZCBT9_dyZVvXp8p-wTpXo_K9QXXZe1okmsvqAQn7WliW3tgoNpz0-zIQb65_0FRMBY6MXRy0flmA-1HzCmvTqYa684Ah5FqMdnP26p4X8WMgzIIhShihOtMw/s1600-h/DSC05087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7a5xlfMyiSIG_bZCBT9_dyZVvXp8p-wTpXo_K9QXXZe1okmsvqAQn7WliW3tgoNpz0-zIQb65_0FRMBY6MXRy0flmA-1HzCmvTqYa684Ah5FqMdnP26p4X8WMgzIIhShihOtMw/s320/DSC05087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141816220849250530" /></a><br />Love is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction. see... mcm ni. heheaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-7125043360212624062007-11-29T08:48:00.000-08:002007-11-29T08:56:24.957-08:00Thank You for Saving My Money...It was a day which I don’t specifically remember what day it was, but it was a weekday…and i was driving back to IIU after hanging out with my friends watching football at Farez Maju…btw, the team I supported lost…I wish I was playing for the team and make them win. And be the star. And hero. And score the winning goal. Or maybe I would just make them lose with more goal difference. But at least I get to appear on TV. Hehe<br /><br />Back to what I was suppose to talk about, so I was driving my way back to THE GARDEN OF KNOWLEDGE AND VIRTUE (hehe.IIU motto), feeling down in the dumps with the performance of the team I supported. Cannot mention. Will make enemies then. Hehe. So I drove slowly and extra cautious as it was late even though there weren’t many cars on the road. Plus, it was waaay past the curfew time. For sure I will be fined.<br /><br />Yadda,yadda,yadda…I arrived the main gate around 2 am. I was supposed to create a super duper marvelous excuse so I can like make the jaga believe that I came back late on purpose. But I was distracted by the entire football thing. With a very brusque tone, the jaga asked me why I came late. And out of nowhere, I just said,” dari rumah. Kene amik bende penting mlm ni gak…”<br /><br />And he peeped at the back seat of the car. Nothing. And said replied with a vexing tone,” ape yg penting sgt tuh?” awwwww, that annoying smile. I cant lose. “ada dalam bonnet…” I said unperturbed.<br /><br />I opened the door, came out and strove my way towards the bonnet. On the way, my brain was clicking fast. What’s in my bonnet ek? And I suddenly, I remembered. My bonnet was empty except of that one thingamajiggy. And I said to myself, jaga ni mesti gelak gila.<br /><br />I opened the bonnet. There. There it was. There it stood. Safe and sound. One small packet of tongkat ali which my roommate told me to buy. A packet of tongkat ali! I picked it up said,” ni la die pak cik, bende yg penting tu…..mmmmmmmmmmm…utk kesihatan…sy mmg tale tido kalu ta kne tongkat ali…” Mcm org bodoh jwb. And he laughed. I laughed. He said,”ko ni ade je alasan. Dah, masuk ah…”<br /><br />I put the tongkat ali in my pocket drove through the gate. Who would know, a packet of tongkat ali saved me from a rm50 summon? hehe<br /><br />noktah.<br />me>aimanaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-45808105141917459612007-09-05T11:12:00.000-07:002007-09-05T11:21:18.459-07:00a newer entry than the new entrybaru tgk tarikh2 entry yg lalu:<br /><br />july-1 entry<br />august-1 entry<br /><br />takan na biarkan september pon 1 entry?<br /><br />teruk gila performance penulisan dlm blog ni! mcmane ni? ape sudah jd? kalu blog ni bleh berckp, die mesti da ckp," malas gila tuan aku ni. tulis sket pon tamau. malang btol aku dpt die sbg tuan." lalu aku membls," kalo ko rajin sgt, ko tuliskanlah blog utk aku. byk ckpla ko ni en. blog!" hoho. it's not that i dont have anything to write about. it's just that what i wanted to write hasnt been wrote. leh ta? haha...<br /><br />bukan. tangan ni la, malas menaip. harus dipotong br tau. haish....<br />gimana nih? help me!<br /><br />noktah.<br /><br />me>aimanaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-48344050447051944122007-08-10T09:48:00.000-07:002007-08-10T09:55:25.344-07:00A new entry!Life is tougher now,<br />Maybe it's because of my studies concaving to its sophisticated part,<br />Or maybe it's just me myself and i getting lazier,<br />haish...<br /><br />I wish to rewind the time to the good old days,<br />Days when everything was easier than it looked like,<br /><br />So days...if you hear me,<br />Please come by now,<br />Again...<br /><br /><em>me>aiman</em>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-82892800938155175632007-07-29T23:30:00.000-07:002007-07-30T00:18:11.109-07:00a one month entryit has been 4 weeks of class including this week. and still, i have only one testpad and that's it. no notebooks, no buku tulis skola menengah dulu and all. so, during these 4 weeks of coming, not coming, sleeping, paying attention and memonteng classes, i wrote everything in this one and only testpad. imagine, all seven subjects in one test pad. soo many knowledge inside this test pad (knowledgela sgt!). drawings, ta puas hati dgn lecturer pn kutuk dlm ni, a manual chatting room that me and adam conteng to communicate during lectures, and even tic tack toe tables when i play if the class gets extra boring mcm boleh mati. but everytime i write, i would write the title of the subject and date on the right top of the page, being a little organized minus the fact that everything is jumbled up in that very one notebook la tp. hehe<br /><br />it has been soooo loooong since i post my last entry. so much to write but my feet just didnt bring me to the lab(a dumb excuse from a hero with a thousand excuses!). but hey, here i am writing an entry kan. my ungs3 class was cancelled (hooray!) so a made my way to this lab.<br /><br />this past month, i didnt have time to go home:<br /><br />1st week: pi perak to attend kakak zool's wedding<br />2nd week: pi pangkor dan navy menimba ilmu dan pengalaman<br />3rd week: pi skola anjurkan program motivasi<br />4rd week: pi pwtc pameran international islamic fair mecari sponsor for my trip to ethiopia or egypt or mali<br /><br />there.<br /><br />this week i am forced to take part in this debating league for my curriculum things. and the week after that. klaka kan? i have never debated before and they told me that i have to take part in a british parlimentary debate league against teams for singapore, mmu, um, upm and all. crazeeeeeeeeey!<br /><br />i havent found a partner for the debate thing. asked a friend already but no positive replies yet. everyone doesnt want to team-up with me because im going to make us loose. haish... whateverla. merepek gak CCAC ni kengkadang.<br />solution: i'll team-up with myself.<br /><br />and that's that.<br />noktah.aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-12499266361814154392007-06-22T00:14:00.000-07:002007-06-22T01:13:03.768-07:00He was too young to know that i was the world's no.1 superhero!My cousin came to our home that night. he, his wife and their 3 1/2 year old child. it always has been an ongoing affair for him to come by every now and then.<br /><br />i was reading the newspaper on the sofa when suddenly hasan nain (their child) came to my legs and started to shook them calling my name with his crisp voice," uncle nyah, uncle nyah." it was supposed to be 'uncle ngah' but he was pelat. i felt like mak nyah plak seketika. hehe... then i put the paper aside and brought him on my lap," achan na ape ni achan. beratla achan ni." he wasnt that heavy before. or it was me yg semakin lemah akibat malas bersukan. hehe. then he said," achan na main nyonyok-nyonyok." What? what the heck is that? i gazed at his mom searching for explanation. and she said," achan na main nyorok-nyorok." and he wanted me to nyorok first. where can a creature my size hide?!<br /><br />haish...<br /><br />so i told him to count to ten and he started counting," catu, dua, tiga, spuluh." what? that's not ten! that's four!!! hadoi. berterabor mengira! i told him to count again...<br /><br />when he started counting, i ran out of the house and bursted myself into the car, the only place a fat creature like me can hide fyi. hehe. then a few minutes later, my little achan came out and called my name with the loudest yell he could muster ,"uncle nyah!!! uncle nyah!!!" i can see him from inside the car but he couldnt see me because it was dark.<br /><br />and about ten minutes later, he suddenly cried because he thought that i was lost or kidnapped as i was no where to be seen. he was too young to know that i am the world's no.1 superhero.<br /><br />haish...<br /><br />so i went out of the car, dukung-ed him and took him for a walk in front of my house. it was kind of chilly but achan was alright, i guess. i carried him in my arms until he stopped crying and we just walked and walked and walked enjoying the night...aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-76964044216427060902007-06-17T19:20:00.002-07:002007-06-17T19:57:20.478-07:00Datang Waktu<span style="font-family: georgia;">barangkali inilah<br />satu detik dalam waktu<br /><br />ketika kita harus<br />jadi penentu<br /> : mengubah atau pasrah</span>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-36031987005883923362007-06-14T19:16:00.000-07:002007-06-14T20:00:07.372-07:00sesuatu di antara waktu<div style="text-align: justify;">suatu masa dahulu, aku ada bygknkan apa yg akan berlaku bila aku besar nanti. aku bygkn yg aku akn tamatkn pembelajaran aku semana yg termampu di menara gading. susah, aku tau. bukan senang-senang je. tp kena. aku ada bygkn yg sume kwn2ku akn msk universiti juga. jumpe kwn2 kat universiti plak. dan byk ar kwn2 aku mase tuh. aku ade bygkan yg sume kwn2 ku baik kwn ms skola atau universiti akn dpt keje. keje yg baik2. kat syarikat2 yg besar kalu yg engineer tuh. kalu doktor tuh kat hospital2 yg tersohor. selamatkn nyawa org. ade juga yg akn sambung belajar lg ke tahap yg lebih tinggi. sampai phD barangkali. slalunye yg cerdik2 tuh. aku bygkn lepas keje, sume kwn2ku aku kawin. kawin dgn pilihan masing2. yg memahami diri dorang. hidup berkeluarga. susa senang bersama sume. hidup, cinta, hormat, kasih sayang dan tanggungjawab. mendpt anak2 yg comel2 dan baik. dan akn menjalani kehidupan yg gembira dan bhgia. itu yg aku bygkn. itu jugalah yg aku doakan.<br /><br />ade sekali tuh, ms skola rendah, aku beborak dan kwn aku sorang ni kat atas bukit. umah aku kat kawasan bukit dlu. dr situ nmpk sume umah2 yg kat taman perumahan aku. afiq nuraiman name die. kwn baik aku. hari2 pi skola same2, blk pn same2...<br /><br />' man, ko na jd ape ble besar nanti?' die tanye aku.<br />' aku tatau lg. tp kalo org tanye aku jwb je aku na jd ustat. sbb ustat baik.' aku jwb. kebetulan dulu aku na jd ustat.<br />'ko plak na jd ape?' aku tanye die blk.<br />'aku na jd cikgu mcm mak aku...'die kate<br /><br />itu dulu. aku bygkn dulu.<br /><br />tp aku lupe, ape yg aku bygkn kengkadang ta berlaku. dalam pd aku mencari erti hidup ni, ade di antara kwn aku pergi dulu tinggalkn aku. pergi. pergi ta kembali. pergi selamanya. aku bygkn SEMUA kwn2 aku akn belajar, hidup, kawin dan keje di tmpt yg elok2. SEMUA. rupenye ade yg pergi dulu. aku bila lg?<br /><br />yg sedihnye, kwn aku yg bername afiq tuh, yg aku borak ttg ms dpn tuh, pon dah pergi. pergi tinggalkan aku. aku ingat lg. die na jd cikgu, mcm mak die. lepas mandikn jenazah die aritu dan pimpin jenazah die msk van, aku jmpe mak die. dan setelah 9 taun ta jumpe, mak die msih knal aku. ingt name aku sebaik sj renung mata aku. mak die tgk aku, dan nangis. ibu mane yg ta sedih, ank die tinggalkn die. blum pon bekerja. aku pn sedih tgk mak die nangis. 'sesejuk airmata ibu.'<br /><br />'i'm not worthy for God's heaven, yet not willing to be in His hell.'<br /><br />bayangan tinggal bayang-bayang.</div>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-56946956589043863422007-06-13T20:11:00.000-07:002007-06-13T21:35:20.038-07:00Aiman's Law of Logistics<div style="text-align: center;">You don't have to hold a degree in engineering to solve transportation problems...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdKaF0A4fJUHSDpyXyGIKSu3uRjKOIJY30nsx5-F7_1Co1YyAwF2SXouoOqROLaIvsAnVTJjsHv45hO9eXbQNG1dlWNq80oyqguNQDNNR-9VrFoXuSNAFkyQ3_PUG-up_HPgCdA/s1600-h/lords_of_logistics_21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZdKaF0A4fJUHSDpyXyGIKSu3uRjKOIJY30nsx5-F7_1Co1YyAwF2SXouoOqROLaIvsAnVTJjsHv45hO9eXbQNG1dlWNq80oyqguNQDNNR-9VrFoXuSNAFkyQ3_PUG-up_HPgCdA/s320/lords_of_logistics_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075757835294814802" border="0" /></a>who said 3 was maximum? can ride upto 90000 people more what. gila.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLldsxwp_yFNuc8kvRS-lW60zXpnOe8uY9YhnIWFA-a3jt7GFHz90YBaV999CKABtieTL7oUEMxgbZQoUwuovzqX6OBwCfCAy42NngTv6dAVABEEeprLccNwoF_7XWpSXo-poxZg/s1600-h/lords_of_logistics_56.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLldsxwp_yFNuc8kvRS-lW60zXpnOe8uY9YhnIWFA-a3jt7GFHz90YBaV999CKABtieTL7oUEMxgbZQoUwuovzqX6OBwCfCAy42NngTv6dAVABEEeprLccNwoF_7XWpSXo-poxZg/s320/lords_of_logistics_56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075757839589782114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">who can draw the free body diagram? dr kassim pn pening beb.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nYFDF26ufhjWNj-jLjJM2yokSxYexVok896dcwNxr0O4LYwpVP4BXulLtCEgxq1uloPOSxhyHdb8E_ihE4UCZ1C2vt2UBUkPK2g5UPa0ghGQYEEBOK4YQYeO89AspTlUVC91Rw/s1600-h/lords_of_logistics_63.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7nYFDF26ufhjWNj-jLjJM2yokSxYexVok896dcwNxr0O4LYwpVP4BXulLtCEgxq1uloPOSxhyHdb8E_ihE4UCZ1C2vt2UBUkPK2g5UPa0ghGQYEEBOK4YQYeO89AspTlUVC91Rw/s320/lords_of_logistics_63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075757839589782130" border="0" /></a><br />who said that you can't drive the vehicle when one tyre blows? use brainla weih. huahaha.<br /></div>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-91250708343533192062007-06-12T21:42:00.000-07:002007-06-12T21:53:49.448-07:00The best there is!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6scEhwuuxcs8lP26fg7CBZEcXXnZDo7eg5h16ahgRCBrqpImcnLtG6Odi1BVTL9LH5met8G93klsRlym7mpNk2PGB5LCR2gAAkQz9zg6c_apRuc65Qdos2N3bLm05yp5HSgAI6g/s1600-h/DSC02491.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6scEhwuuxcs8lP26fg7CBZEcXXnZDo7eg5h16ahgRCBrqpImcnLtG6Odi1BVTL9LH5met8G93klsRlym7mpNk2PGB5LCR2gAAkQz9zg6c_apRuc65Qdos2N3bLm05yp5HSgAI6g/s320/DSC02491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075405596436935234" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">There. The four best ping pong players at my <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">alma</st1:place></st1:city> matter, al-madrasah as-sanawiyyah al-wataniah ad-diniyyah maahad hamidiah, re-met. The sun, moon and stars menjadi saksi of this most anticipated event, <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">THE CLASH OF THE BEST PING PONG PLAYERS AT SCHOOL YEAR 1998-2002.</span> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Well, straight to the results. I ended up like Federer, world number 1. Fyi, I was <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">school number 1</span>! \(^-^)/ Although I played fantastic ping pong, my opponents just had pure luck. Hahaha. I played 4 sets, won 2 and lost 2 somehow. The sting that I once possessed was gone away. Far far away. But where’d it go?</p>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-51570739624469468842007-06-11T18:00:00.000-07:002007-06-11T18:33:34.671-07:00Tenage Mutant Ninja Turtle PizzaIt has always been a weekly grandeur occasion for my family and I to go out and have pizza, clinching the same motion every time we go: EAT! Hehehe… Now, holding to the same spirit, we aspire to continue this hallmark tradition of excellence but this time it wasn’t the usual ordinary pizza hut that we habitually go to, we decided to go have our pizzas somewhere else, <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">San Francisco</st1:place></st1:city> pizza. Still in <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Malaysia</st1:country-region></st1:place> tanahairku tercinta of course. \(^o^)/ We didn’t have to go all the way to the land of freedom and opportunity to get ourselves the pizzas. Enough of the blabbering. Just let the pictures talk.<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTIKzLM3sGVBLjlMqMT8IzRdVz-kPX7sg0xqjVKTbTn075dqtVMdC2xWFUkpuWYz1TyM0sOi6CLCDKzFl8sYKOnzWFpGpbU0OaxDB8l0m5a0gLDyRapBVqpgNPZAP4eIAwlhub8A/s1600-h/DSC02490.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTIKzLM3sGVBLjlMqMT8IzRdVz-kPX7sg0xqjVKTbTn075dqtVMdC2xWFUkpuWYz1TyM0sOi6CLCDKzFl8sYKOnzWFpGpbU0OaxDB8l0m5a0gLDyRapBVqpgNPZAP4eIAwlhub8A/s320/DSC02490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074978565018563090" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">You guys didn't think that I could've ate this whole pizza myself, did you? Then again maybe i did. hehe...Sedap gila. gamba pon da kenyang.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfue-6fqrF9E1I8myb0qncO_oIklblHbdB-L9geCPyyPILK2Q8Ae3UnuhJaUqaDUPqNMJwHR5EtKsSyv6w36Iru1Uw5Sg8jcGf16_Qv0xXZQDU1-qwxRxUxMODzAWI88wQY6UDlQ/s1600-h/DSC02489.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfue-6fqrF9E1I8myb0qncO_oIklblHbdB-L9geCPyyPILK2Q8Ae3UnuhJaUqaDUPqNMJwHR5EtKsSyv6w36Iru1Uw5Sg8jcGf16_Qv0xXZQDU1-qwxRxUxMODzAWI88wQY6UDlQ/s320/DSC02489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074978569313530402" border="0" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">Tataula air ape. But I had this drinkla.<br /><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Kw9vMocUGpeDeM51wxgeg5EudzC63JmftPoPb3xxUxVveo-rVQEbz4RE2DJURTCOKAEPCQQj_iLfaQAqDhqL4wLtA1l_bKAynGmneHKqF3jI23msUpaIOCZn4jQKcrPNURzTIQ/s1600-h/DSC02488.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Kw9vMocUGpeDeM51wxgeg5EudzC63JmftPoPb3xxUxVveo-rVQEbz4RE2DJURTCOKAEPCQQj_iLfaQAqDhqL4wLtA1l_bKAynGmneHKqF3jI23msUpaIOCZn4jQKcrPNURzTIQ/s320/DSC02488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074978573608497714" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Byknye! Raksasa planet Nameck? yeay!</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal">There. Now you guys know what this body's made of. hahaha...</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal">And that's that.</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal">Noktah.<br /></p>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-48692369170632337152007-06-10T19:36:00.000-07:002007-06-10T20:33:40.687-07:00TAGGED<p class="MsoNormal">I’ve been tagged. So here goes nothing…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">[a]- Available</span>: Busy<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [b]- Birthday</span>: Everyday! So get me a present or bake me a cake. Now!!! Go, go ,go… Wait, the cake has to be a blueberry cheese cake. If you want to give a cake la. If you want to buy me a car also fine. hehe…(Demanding <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">kan</st1:place></st1:state>? I should be. I AM the birthday boy!)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [c] - Confused about</span>: How lazy can you get?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [d] - Drink you last had</span>: Teh Susu<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [e] - Easiest person to talk to</span>: Rachel, Emily, Joanne and Stephanie. Ntah sape2 ntah…Hahaha</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [f]- Favorite music group/band</span>: Awang-awangan<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [g] - Gummy bears or gummy worms</span>: Apebende ni? Merepek!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [h]- Hometown: <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Sy org KL</span></span>. Hehe…Kampong Dato’ Abu Bakar Baginda<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [i] - Instrument</span>: Does snapping my fingers into a very melodious, harmonious and euphonious tone count?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [j] - Juice</span>: Jus Mentibang Laut<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [k] - Killed someone</span>: I’m innocent! He was threatening me!!!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [l] - Longest car ride</span>: not far but it sure felt very loooooooong. Pusing a roundabout near matic pj 10 times. Got dizzy. My friendla gila. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [m] - Milkshake flavor</span>: Mahal<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [n] - Number of pets</span>: 90 juta ekor nyamuk<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [o] - One wish</span>: Wishing you a happy new year!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [p] - Person who kissed you last</span>: Puan Laily Paim<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [q] - Quiet</span>: YES, duuhhhhhhh!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [r] - Reasons to smile</span>: When the lecturer/teacher asks me a question that I can’t answer. Then smiled la so I won’t get screwed. Everyone does that.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [s] - Single</span>: Singular Plural Adjective Noun Verb Past Continuous Participle Participants Participation<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [t] - Time you woke up</span>: Frankly speaking, before azan Subuh everyday since I made my first debut from my mother’s womb.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [u] - Underwear</span>: Superman wears his underwear outside his pants. He’s wearing Renoma.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [v] - Violent</span>: Kill, Kill, Die, Die. Yeah!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [w]- Worst habits:</span> None<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [x] - X-rays you've had</span>: Hey mase na masuk matric, I went to Hospital Putrajaya to take my x-ray tau. And the doctor was a UKM practical student. Cun gila. She came to me and said, “Aiman, tlg bukak baju.” Then ran away in shyness. So I myself pn jd malu na bukak bj utk x-ray. Hoho… But it went well…hehe</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [y] - Your favorite animal</span>: Tazmanian Devil<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> [z]- Zodiac sign</span>: <st1:place style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Venezuela</st1:country-region></st1:place> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m tagging:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Azimin</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tim</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Azim</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Murni</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Acap</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kye</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nawar</p><p class="MsoNormal">Ryhn<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And whoever wants to get tagged! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And that’s that</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Noktah.</p>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-43290789929339690062007-05-27T21:52:00.000-07:002007-05-27T21:56:11.388-07:00Which position paling best duduk dlm class?I like to sit in the last row for each and every class I attend (not much laa.around 2 or 3 classes/week. Ponteng lagi!). It’s not because I came to class to sleep and the lecturer can’t see me sleeping when I sit behind, or because senang na tiru kuiz, or so I can talk talk talk in the class.<br /><br />It’s because of the pride. It’s because of the pleasure. It’s because of that particular undescribable inner feeling. Or it’s just because I usually come late and the front seats are full... Haha…<br /><br />Bayangkan masuk class dan dpt dok blakang skali. Bayangkanlah…best gila!<br /><br />It’s actually because I feel comfortable back there. I can see everything that happens in class. Those who sleep (when I’m awake laa of course), those who eat, those who copy assignments, and even those who are maximizing technology by smsing whoever they want during class time.<br /><br />And oh yeah, I used to seat blakang skali in class during form 5. And there was this one time when the person in front of me didn’t come and the teacher told me to fill up his empty place so I went like, “ Kalu duduk blakang pon masih dipayungi malaikat. Sayap malaikat besarnye dr timur ke barat. Masih dipayungi.” Fuh, slamat… taya dok depan. Huahaha... (Melawan guru adalah amalan yg tidak baik yeee...)<br /><br />But the scenario is different sket kat International Islamic University ni. Everyone is aiming the back seat. Ade this one time when I came late and the back seats were already full. So I had to sit in front. Depan muka lecturer. Sungguh ta selase! Ta boleh bergerak. Agaknye, degup jantung pon lecturer dengar. And on more thing, if you sit in front, you have too give that face where you have to look as if you understand everything single word that comes out of the lecturer’s mouth.<br /><br />So, duduk blakang la best.<br /><br />And that’s that.<br />Noktah.aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-72067582273776349032007-05-21T18:19:00.000-07:002007-06-11T19:17:32.400-07:00Far Far AwayWe needed a time-out. Me from my internship program. Tim and Juan from their jobs. And the others from their studies. We had to go somewhere that can connect us to nature, something which i haven't done for a long long period of time. Somewhere that can bring us far far away from the ordinary usual surroundings, a place where everything doesn't matter except having FUN, FUN, and FUN!!! ada ke? Ada la!<br /><br />Well, thanks to Farhana, we were walking on the beautiful white sand of Pantai Kelenang, located somewhere in the outskirts of Banting, fyi. I won't blabber more on the beauty of the beach and ocean, instead i'll let the pictures do the talking.<br /><br />walking along the beach.<br />talking and laughing our brains out all night.<br />stargazing with the sound of water hitting the shore as the background music.<br />with of course very cool friends indeed.<br />a complete definition of having FUN!<br /><br />And thanks to Zool and Din, the barbique was superb! Anyway, on to the pictures. And take note of the picture where everyone else were wearing sunglasses except me, it was 8 in the morning for God's sake! And we're not like in Africa or something...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpbmhP4FDtETvy3-C7jc_ZkONrsi47M_Mrw-S9D3B2St3iqj_ttKPpy1hcLc6tZ0EGQzW-phElYkfzFzm1SleeUFNdK6tiOpmAc2BjQLDk_FzETmUWWFa_TT1OZe-Z4OGJPJ0IrA/s1600-h/DSCN1853.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068157922693476018" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 237px; height: 195px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpbmhP4FDtETvy3-C7jc_ZkONrsi47M_Mrw-S9D3B2St3iqj_ttKPpy1hcLc6tZ0EGQzW-phElYkfzFzm1SleeUFNdK6tiOpmAc2BjQLDk_FzETmUWWFa_TT1OZe-Z4OGJPJ0IrA/s400/DSCN1853.jpg" border="0" height="252" width="348" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhk1jiiLQGh0a9kmzhlAyYvEbMMtJKN_P-UPesIxLfPh07jcuVooMysAgNIP-q6kwDn7UwX1rL8ZIOZgDtgL44c2v3NGhCgndELu8qj74pRPmU5du12lhX8nHynK1yGm2kDW7QNw/s1600-h/DSCN1837.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068161676494892770" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 258px; height: 196px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhk1jiiLQGh0a9kmzhlAyYvEbMMtJKN_P-UPesIxLfPh07jcuVooMysAgNIP-q6kwDn7UwX1rL8ZIOZgDtgL44c2v3NGhCgndELu8qj74pRPmU5du12lhX8nHynK1yGm2kDW7QNw/s400/DSCN1837.jpg" border="0" height="301" width="356" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068156470994529938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRX01Ks_zHCC3e961vwAxWpmNiD-w2878peZk25YARunNp3aZ-DOn6B-iynI-aQ03k7nV5Xx3m_BQTQJ-N9vSLOS9j9G8vRZUoCwcWL3m8EiaG6CKG-4ssELMiyOHf2_swNfdeeg/s400/DSCN1880.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><br /></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5zhSVX1QY20f7QBSVD2RBOtIIdONmqBuGw0t6xw49QnM5RzDdB7Y3Y6IeJTEzB8bbAJiZugl3uvRcrPSh4Antpp04C2qjBp4tT8wSH6hTQ_c4VyUvzldxHc8X5EkDuLO5wDp9g/s1600-h/DSCN1815.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068160753076924114" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 230px; height: 206px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5zhSVX1QY20f7QBSVD2RBOtIIdONmqBuGw0t6xw49QnM5RzDdB7Y3Y6IeJTEzB8bbAJiZugl3uvRcrPSh4Antpp04C2qjBp4tT8wSH6hTQ_c4VyUvzldxHc8X5EkDuLO5wDp9g/s400/DSCN1815.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSVALi1pGAD2hmlgFQ5CJ3fDRakUdam-szDCoIaYuSX74k0MKL5hlJxepAKZP2y59sb1UU-eXWHG6O6x-xkIYG4nsTxnihihUjoqVW4KMSfLl8JApFehojH52gUJTOTvzocFh-A/s1600-h/DSCN1814.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068159825363988162" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 260px; height: 209px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSVALi1pGAD2hmlgFQ5CJ3fDRakUdam-szDCoIaYuSX74k0MKL5hlJxepAKZP2y59sb1UU-eXWHG6O6x-xkIYG4nsTxnihihUjoqVW4KMSfLl8JApFehojH52gUJTOTvzocFh-A/s400/DSCN1814.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>And that's that!</p><p>Noktah.</p>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-48283621381356171932007-05-14T20:21:00.000-07:002007-05-14T20:28:11.487-07:00TEARS OF THE SKYUp above from the skies<br />u come,<br />As drops of joy<br />As drops of sorrow<br />As a shower of blessings from the heavens.<br /><br />I'm listening to the rain<br />Alone in the middle of the day<br />As it drops to the Earth<br />As it keeps falling on my head<br />And I'll just listen to the rain falling from above<br />Rain falling from the skies...<br />And rain falling from my eyes.<br />So I'm listening to the rain<br />And listening to how sad it sounds<br /><br />It is a gloomy day<br />It rains<br />And it rains<br /><br />So rain<br />Please go away<br />And come again another day.<br /><br /><em>by dira_jh</em><br /><em></em>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-76020113675505942052007-05-14T19:31:00.000-07:002007-05-14T20:47:14.206-07:00lucky<span style="font-size:100%;">Fuh, nasib baik pass…<br /><br />This is something that I have to state here and let the whole world know (like everyone on the globe reads jek. LoL).<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">I PASSED MY SEMINAR 2!!!<br /></span></strong>Let me repeat the statement, <span style="color:#993399;"><strong>I PASSED MY SEMINAR 2!!!</strong><br /></span>Once more, and everyone on my count, 1,2,3! <strong><span style="color:#993399;">AIMAN PASSED HIS SEMINAR 2!!!<br /></span></strong>Thanks for your cooperation. Appreciated.<br /><br />You must be saying,” What’s the big deal? I passed too! Everyone passes it.” But there is a big difference in terms of the satisfaction even though everyone passes it. I passed with pure quality. LoL… There was a big tendency for me to fail this course due to the unsatisfactory of my attendance. My failure or should I put it as disability to attend to class was because…urm…Yes, because I believe that Friday afternoon isn’t supposed to be filled with any formal educational activity (Good stance huh guys? LoL). You know what, I only came <span style="color:#993399;"><strong>ONCE</strong> </span>throughout the semester…Yes, a big fat <strong><span style="color:#993399;">1</span></strong>, satu (Malay), wahid (Arabic), uno (Spanish), eek/ik(Chinese), ichi (Japanese), il (Korean)…Yes guys ONCE!<br /><br />Itu pon masa presentation! LoL.<br />And I passed!<br /><br />I did very bad for my presentation. And I mean really really extraordinary BAD. One of the lecturers commented and asked me during the Q&A session,” This is ridiculous. Why didn’t you just presented on how to bake a cake?” He insulted me in front of everyone. Luckily hatiku tabah menghadapi ujian hidup yang getir ini…<br /><br />Whatever pon,<span style="color:#993399;"> I PASSED MY SEMINAR 2!!! </span><br /><br />And that’s that!</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Noktah.</span>aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26083624.post-29275732412166661832007-05-08T20:35:00.000-07:002007-05-08T20:51:05.143-07:00sukatilasigh...<br /><br />there was like a having-lunch-together session after the meeting...like any ordinary meeting of course...and the food was irresistable (sbb sy ingat na luch kat umah memule)...makanan melayu; nasi putih, crabs, ayam paprik, kangkung goreng belacan, and sambal udang...<br /><br />but the lunch wasnt that great eventhough the food served was delicious...<br /><br />why?<br /><br />coz this one guy was...hmmm...ntahpape!<br /><br />"pakaila sudu ngan garpu!!!"<br /><br />and he was using a spoon and a fork producing so much noise that i felt like eating at a contruction site...ta reti mkn pkai sudu dan wat bising is a bigger problem than me using my hands la...at least i'm not annoying...<br /><br />and the noise was going cling-clang-cling-clang like the ice cream seller who goes around the neighbourhood on his bike, lgla obnoxious.<br /><br />who is he to interdict me using my hands? it's not like it's illicit or something... plus, i was eating extra quixotic and i didnt make any noise or disturb others...<br /><br />pastu tetbe the director of the cluster, masuk. and joined us.. suprisingly, the was using his hands too...yey!!!<br /><br />"pi la tegur bos... die makan gune tgn..."<br /><br />hahahaaa...<br /><br />padan muka kau!!!aimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07334714544402929195noreply@blogger.com3