Wednesday, March 31, 2010
What a small circle of Friends
I was just looking around on facebook. I realised that many of my friends actually are the friends of my other friends. Even they are friends to friends who i have never expect they know each other. and when I saw my friends' friends, again, some of them are friends to some other friends. hahah is not that funny? it's like we actually know all Malaysians and actually are so much connected.
we can make friend anywhere and anytime, that's the thing, therefore, the possibility of being a friend of a friend is not impossible ;)
we can make friend anywhere and anytime, that's the thing, therefore, the possibility of being a friend of a friend is not impossible ;)
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Fireflies by Owl City
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A fox trot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball that's just hanging by a thread
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seems
Monday, March 29, 2010
A comment do make a difference.
I read this comment from Chedet posted by Mapax..
its a good comment.. it's simple but strong
it went like this
"Dear Tun,
1. When I was little, I used to make mistakes all the time, and my mother would give me a lecture. I would point out that someone else made the same mistake, and my mother would say this:
"I'm scolding you because you are my son, not them!"
2. In this case, the sad thing about it is that instead of trying to correct and learn from our mistakes, we justify ourselves by pointing out the mistake of others!
3. How are we to improve if we keep on doing this? Mistakes are acceptable as long as we learn from it! That is the natural process of acquiring knowledge and growing up.
4. I am sure a good number of people do not care about how contracts are given. The only reason that is an issue is because we have bridges on the verge of falling down!
5. And don’t take this the wrong way, the only reason for posting this is because I am a Malaysian, not an American or a Britain."
Are not you feel anything? ;)
Bye
its a good comment.. it's simple but strong
it went like this
"Dear Tun,
1. When I was little, I used to make mistakes all the time, and my mother would give me a lecture. I would point out that someone else made the same mistake, and my mother would say this:
"I'm scolding you because you are my son, not them!"
2. In this case, the sad thing about it is that instead of trying to correct and learn from our mistakes, we justify ourselves by pointing out the mistake of others!
3. How are we to improve if we keep on doing this? Mistakes are acceptable as long as we learn from it! That is the natural process of acquiring knowledge and growing up.
4. I am sure a good number of people do not care about how contracts are given. The only reason that is an issue is because we have bridges on the verge of falling down!
5. And don’t take this the wrong way, the only reason for posting this is because I am a Malaysian, not an American or a Britain."
Are not you feel anything? ;)
Bye
Sunday, March 28, 2010
A reflection
Good nite ;) Assalamualaikum
Just now, suddenly, the memory when i first left my family came to my mind again. Everytime i think about this, this small heart feel very sad. but the sadness does not make me feel even sadder, but more stronger. oh God, how i miss my family so much.
I never leave my family for such a long time before this, and now its almost 3 months already. I wonder from which part of my heart i saves the strength and I know that You lend me the strength. In KLIA that day, the last sight i had before i entered the plane will always stay in my mind. Forever. (oh.. tears falling from my eyes)
Let me just share some moments which the camera can catch...
For u there, i know someday u'll be in the same situation like i had.
be strong and cry when u need to.
bye assalamualaikum ;)
I miss home
Yesterday i am very happy because there is this one Malaysian man fetched us to Aldi supermarket. His name is Anwardeen (i will talk more about him in a later post).
I went there with my friends Atiqa and Amira. It was such a nice time to spend together ;) The purpose we went there was to do a lil' bit shopping in the Asian Groceries. but seriously, since its a chinese grocery shop, as chinese from China, i am always have something in my mind says 'hey! be careful of their products' i guess u know why if u are somewhat listened to the news. But that doesnt mean i am not doing shopping there lol.
But as i was walking and looking around for things to buy, i realised how i miss my family so much, how i miss HOME. doing groceries with mom, dad and my younger sisters and brother was really fun! Every time we went shopping mom and dad will buy something for us such as ice cream etc.. we did not overspent but just enough for my big family ;)
To mom and dad, i Love you so much, and i Miss you a lot. God bless you for raising such a naughty daughter like me and i'm sorry because i have to study oversea.
To my sisters and brothers, i miss u guys so much and i love u guys a lot. Akak ain will return Home when kak ain achieved success.. U guys have to study hard and smart and make our beloved super cute parents proud of us!
To my brother abg Faiz, only God knows how i love u, please return HOme when u are ready and may God saves you from bad things, really
To my sister Huda, i hope you will return Home, though you are Home, when you realise that life is not just about that. Everybody miss you.
To my brother abg In, may God gives you the best Jodoh and u'll live happily ever after.
Ameen Ya Rabbal A'lamin..
I dedicated the song Home by Michael Buble for every one of you in Home ;)
Friday, March 26, 2010
Professional Silly Girl
Hye =)
about 2 weeks ago, i had some conversations with my brother. (probably later you will realise that i talk about my brother a lot. i'm very close to him rather than my sis)..
i talked to him about my life as being a law student. i'm taking 4 subjects (contract, als, communications and reasoning skills)
well.. for law subjects, i have to memorize and read many case laws and statutes. last nite, as i was a case(which malaysian is one of the parties), its called Teoh's case. i guess law students should know about the case, its a very long case and i get tired reading it. It just hate the language the judges used in the case. It is very complicated and boring language...like a traditional and old-fashioned way of writing.
the function of law is to ensure social cohesion among the people in which the laws upheld and to ensure positive progression of the people.
that is why i wonder why are the people backdays used such way of writing to write rules and regulations. Rules and regulations should be understandable so that people can follow them exactly like the way they are written. Is it too hard to write simple things to avoid contradictions and misunderstanding?
well, i guess this question is to be asked to the judges and whoever, sitting on the bench who decided the matter.
luckily, things are getting better and writing is made easier by simple and objective words and writing styles. I'm glad and thank God for this. It makes my study even much much convenient.
Also, people can NOW understand the laws ;)
Till then, bye ;)
about 2 weeks ago, i had some conversations with my brother. (probably later you will realise that i talk about my brother a lot. i'm very close to him rather than my sis)..
i talked to him about my life as being a law student. i'm taking 4 subjects (contract, als, communications and reasoning skills)
well.. for law subjects, i have to memorize and read many case laws and statutes. last nite, as i was a case(which malaysian is one of the parties), its called Teoh's case. i guess law students should know about the case, its a very long case and i get tired reading it. It just hate the language the judges used in the case. It is very complicated and boring language...like a traditional and old-fashioned way of writing.
the function of law is to ensure social cohesion among the people in which the laws upheld and to ensure positive progression of the people.
that is why i wonder why are the people backdays used such way of writing to write rules and regulations. Rules and regulations should be understandable so that people can follow them exactly like the way they are written. Is it too hard to write simple things to avoid contradictions and misunderstanding?
well, i guess this question is to be asked to the judges and whoever, sitting on the bench who decided the matter.
luckily, things are getting better and writing is made easier by simple and objective words and writing styles. I'm glad and thank God for this. It makes my study even much much convenient.
Also, people can NOW understand the laws ;)
Till then, bye ;)
Thoughts
As i was reading my brother's blog, i found this article. An article which my tears falls and i learnt so many things from it. In this condition(last nite and this morning, i would say, i'm feel down), it heals me and it discovers my deep heart. InsyaAllah
Thanks abg in ;)
Beauty And The East - How Sara Bokker Found Islam
By Sara Bokker
I grew up near a small town in South Dakota. The only religions I was exposed to were various denominations of Christianity. My family and I occasionally attended a Lutheran church, encouraged by my mother, and I was eventually confirmed Lutheran. I did believe in God, but did not believe in all that "church stuff": singing, worshiping pictures of crosses and Jesus, and eating "the body and blood of Christ." It just did not make any sense to me.
For as long as I can remember, something was always missing. There was this hole in my heart, this great sadness and dark loneliness penetrating every cell of my body, mind, and soul. Nothing could fill that hole, and the pain would not go away. I turned to alcohol at a very early age to numb that deep, agonizing pain, but it was only temporary, and it always made me feel even worse after the numbness wore off.
My distance from my family and everyone else around me only increased as I grew older. I had so much disgust and hatred for myself, which caused me to be absolutely horrible to my parents. All I remember wanting was to escape — escape where I was and who I was. However, I found that no matter how hard I tried, I could not escape who I was. Therefore, I was determined to do what I could to escape where I was before I literally destroyed myself.
I became a slave to my looks. I was consumed by it all.
I dropped out of college and left South Dakota for Florida by myself when I was 19. Able to make a fresh start in an exciting new environment, I found a bit of happiness for a brief period of time. But it was only superficial. That pain and sadness, that hole in my heart, was still there.
I spent many years searching for something to heal myself. I turned to psychology, self-help books and tapes and exercise, all of which really did help me a great deal. I was able to gain some strength in order to go on with my life. I did get caught up in the Florida lifestyle though. My various jobs enabled me to gain some easy cash, so it left as fast as it came, thanks to a lot of shopping and partying. In order to keep up with everyone else, I got credit cards — a lot of credit cards — and found myself sinking deeper and deeper in debt, but not even caring since I was just living for the day. I was also caught up in my looks. It cost a lot of time and money to look good. I became a slave to my looks. I was consumed by it all: hairdresser, manicurist, gym, mall, etc. After all, I was how I looked, or so I thought. And I just knew I would be happy if everyone was looking at me, if I got a lot of attention. And I did get attention, but I hated it. It made me miserable. So what would make me happy? I was still searching.
I found love, and that made me happy for a little while. Then I began looking into religions, all types and kinds of religions. Interestingly enough, I discovered there to be some "universal truths" in many religions. It seemed the rest was different, but the essence was the same. My love for all of humanity and the peace in my heart increased greatly with my spiritual search and growth. I came to be most interested in "metaphysical studies," and some sort of Eastern-type meditation and yoga. I adhered mostly to these. However, I wanted more. I wanted someone to tell me exactly what to do and how to do it. I needed rules and structure. And I just could not get that as this particular field is very liberal, abstract, and free.
Eventually I went back to college, and that made me feel much better about myself. I developed a passion for international relations and after I learned the ugly truth about "American History" and "US Foreign Policy," I was horrified with all the injustice, racism, and oppression. It broke my heart. I was so saddened by the suffering in the world. I decided I must do something about it.
I was just too strong-headed to submit the way one must in order to be a Muslim.
I began networking with and educating local high school and college students about the injustice in the Middle East, and eventually I began organizing local activists to travel to Washington, DC, to protest the upcoming war in Iraq. During this process, I met an amazing man — a Muslim — who was doing this very same kind of work. I had never seen someone who had dedicated his life to the causes I cared so much for — justice and human rights. He had started his own organization, which I volunteered for so that I could learn from him and help in the struggle. As we worked together, he shared with me the stories of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), the Companions, and the amazing civilization of Islam — the only instance of a just society on this planet. I was shocked to hear these stories, as I knew nothing about this history. I became enchanted with Islam and read all I could about it, eventually reading the Qur'an.
I found in Islam the truth I was searching for. Finally it all made sense. However, I realized I had so many misconceptions and stereotypes I was not even aware of. First of all, I was not keen on the women issue and did not yet understand why they dressed so differently. I said resolutely, "I could never dress like that," as I still had the mindset that "how I look is who I am." So if people could not see how I looked, then I would not even exist. Also, what about "the woman stays at home and just takes care of the kids and the household and listens to her husband"? This was too much for me! There was just no way that I could understand why a woman would stay at home. Who is she if she is not "out there" climbing her way to that glass ceiling? And why should she be so obedient to her husband?
I did find the beautiful answers to these questions, which are very logical and amazingly functional. You see, Islam is not just a religion. It is a complete way of life. In it, you have the guidance and the answers to even the smallest of details, like how to eat and sleep. It is amazing!
However, I still was not willing to commit to Islam. It seemed too tough for me; it was too much responsibility and I was just too strong-headed to submit the way one must in order to be a Muslim. Then one cool January night in 2003, I was on the bus ride back from another antiwar rally in Washington, DC, I was at a crossroads in my life. I hated my job and had recently left my husband as we had grown apart. I had had enough of organizing the antiwar people. I was 29 years old and had no idea what I would do with my life. I broke down and started crying. I said to myself, "What can I do? What can I do? I just want to be a good person and make the world a better place. But how? What should I do?" All of a sudden, the answer came to me: Be a Muslim. That's it! A blanket of comforting peace embraced me. I felt so calm and sure and full of joy. All of a sudden I had a purpose in life, a reason to exist.
Life is still life: It's not easy, but now I have a guidebook.
One week later, I said my Shahadah (testimony of faith) at a public groundbreaking for a new mosque. As soon as I said it, two rainbows appeared in the sky! Everyone who witnessed it was very touched and all the Muslim sisters came up to me afterwards hugging me. I was crying from so much joy, as were most of the people there, happy to have me in the Ummah (community of Muslims).
The next day, eager to show the world I was a Muslim, I went to a local Middle Eastern store where they sold beautiful hijabs (headscarves) and dresses appropriate for the required Muslim dress. I bought many dresses and scarves, and from that day forward, I dressed properly. Ahhhhh … free at last! I had broken the chains of fashion and physical enslavement enforced by a superficial society. Honestly, I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I no longer felt the pressure to dress and look better than everyone else. I finally respected myself and no longer based my self-worth on the reactions and attention of others. While many looked at me strangely — some with pity, some with anger, and some with curiosity — I really did get so much respect like never before.
Al-hamdu lillah (all praise be to Allah), the wonderful man who introduced me to Islam married me exactly one month after I became Muslim. Since then we have continued our work together against injustice throughout the world. We have traveled throughout the Middle East and moved from America to Egypt to be with my husband's mother and to live in an "Islamic" environment. Al-hamdu lillah, I am blessed with a beautiful family, in addition to the larger family — the Ummah — I gained when I became a Muslim.
Life is still life: It's not easy, but now I have a guidebook, a structure, a foundation. My heart is complete. The sadness and loneliness are gone. I now feel I belong. I am somebody. And I am home, at least for now, in this millisecond we call dunya (worldly life), until I am in my final, eternal home, in the akhira (afterlife), in sha' Allah (if Allah wills), near to my beloved, the Creator and Lord of the Worlds, Allah, Glorified and Exalted is He.
(from: islamicinformation.net)
Thanks abg in ;)
Beauty And The East - How Sara Bokker Found Islam
By Sara Bokker
I grew up near a small town in South Dakota. The only religions I was exposed to were various denominations of Christianity. My family and I occasionally attended a Lutheran church, encouraged by my mother, and I was eventually confirmed Lutheran. I did believe in God, but did not believe in all that "church stuff": singing, worshiping pictures of crosses and Jesus, and eating "the body and blood of Christ." It just did not make any sense to me.
For as long as I can remember, something was always missing. There was this hole in my heart, this great sadness and dark loneliness penetrating every cell of my body, mind, and soul. Nothing could fill that hole, and the pain would not go away. I turned to alcohol at a very early age to numb that deep, agonizing pain, but it was only temporary, and it always made me feel even worse after the numbness wore off.
My distance from my family and everyone else around me only increased as I grew older. I had so much disgust and hatred for myself, which caused me to be absolutely horrible to my parents. All I remember wanting was to escape — escape where I was and who I was. However, I found that no matter how hard I tried, I could not escape who I was. Therefore, I was determined to do what I could to escape where I was before I literally destroyed myself.
I became a slave to my looks. I was consumed by it all.
I dropped out of college and left South Dakota for Florida by myself when I was 19. Able to make a fresh start in an exciting new environment, I found a bit of happiness for a brief period of time. But it was only superficial. That pain and sadness, that hole in my heart, was still there.
I spent many years searching for something to heal myself. I turned to psychology, self-help books and tapes and exercise, all of which really did help me a great deal. I was able to gain some strength in order to go on with my life. I did get caught up in the Florida lifestyle though. My various jobs enabled me to gain some easy cash, so it left as fast as it came, thanks to a lot of shopping and partying. In order to keep up with everyone else, I got credit cards — a lot of credit cards — and found myself sinking deeper and deeper in debt, but not even caring since I was just living for the day. I was also caught up in my looks. It cost a lot of time and money to look good. I became a slave to my looks. I was consumed by it all: hairdresser, manicurist, gym, mall, etc. After all, I was how I looked, or so I thought. And I just knew I would be happy if everyone was looking at me, if I got a lot of attention. And I did get attention, but I hated it. It made me miserable. So what would make me happy? I was still searching.
I found love, and that made me happy for a little while. Then I began looking into religions, all types and kinds of religions. Interestingly enough, I discovered there to be some "universal truths" in many religions. It seemed the rest was different, but the essence was the same. My love for all of humanity and the peace in my heart increased greatly with my spiritual search and growth. I came to be most interested in "metaphysical studies," and some sort of Eastern-type meditation and yoga. I adhered mostly to these. However, I wanted more. I wanted someone to tell me exactly what to do and how to do it. I needed rules and structure. And I just could not get that as this particular field is very liberal, abstract, and free.
Eventually I went back to college, and that made me feel much better about myself. I developed a passion for international relations and after I learned the ugly truth about "American History" and "US Foreign Policy," I was horrified with all the injustice, racism, and oppression. It broke my heart. I was so saddened by the suffering in the world. I decided I must do something about it.
I was just too strong-headed to submit the way one must in order to be a Muslim.
I began networking with and educating local high school and college students about the injustice in the Middle East, and eventually I began organizing local activists to travel to Washington, DC, to protest the upcoming war in Iraq. During this process, I met an amazing man — a Muslim — who was doing this very same kind of work. I had never seen someone who had dedicated his life to the causes I cared so much for — justice and human rights. He had started his own organization, which I volunteered for so that I could learn from him and help in the struggle. As we worked together, he shared with me the stories of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him), the Companions, and the amazing civilization of Islam — the only instance of a just society on this planet. I was shocked to hear these stories, as I knew nothing about this history. I became enchanted with Islam and read all I could about it, eventually reading the Qur'an.
I found in Islam the truth I was searching for. Finally it all made sense. However, I realized I had so many misconceptions and stereotypes I was not even aware of. First of all, I was not keen on the women issue and did not yet understand why they dressed so differently. I said resolutely, "I could never dress like that," as I still had the mindset that "how I look is who I am." So if people could not see how I looked, then I would not even exist. Also, what about "the woman stays at home and just takes care of the kids and the household and listens to her husband"? This was too much for me! There was just no way that I could understand why a woman would stay at home. Who is she if she is not "out there" climbing her way to that glass ceiling? And why should she be so obedient to her husband?
I did find the beautiful answers to these questions, which are very logical and amazingly functional. You see, Islam is not just a religion. It is a complete way of life. In it, you have the guidance and the answers to even the smallest of details, like how to eat and sleep. It is amazing!
However, I still was not willing to commit to Islam. It seemed too tough for me; it was too much responsibility and I was just too strong-headed to submit the way one must in order to be a Muslim. Then one cool January night in 2003, I was on the bus ride back from another antiwar rally in Washington, DC, I was at a crossroads in my life. I hated my job and had recently left my husband as we had grown apart. I had had enough of organizing the antiwar people. I was 29 years old and had no idea what I would do with my life. I broke down and started crying. I said to myself, "What can I do? What can I do? I just want to be a good person and make the world a better place. But how? What should I do?" All of a sudden, the answer came to me: Be a Muslim. That's it! A blanket of comforting peace embraced me. I felt so calm and sure and full of joy. All of a sudden I had a purpose in life, a reason to exist.
Life is still life: It's not easy, but now I have a guidebook.
One week later, I said my Shahadah (testimony of faith) at a public groundbreaking for a new mosque. As soon as I said it, two rainbows appeared in the sky! Everyone who witnessed it was very touched and all the Muslim sisters came up to me afterwards hugging me. I was crying from so much joy, as were most of the people there, happy to have me in the Ummah (community of Muslims).
The next day, eager to show the world I was a Muslim, I went to a local Middle Eastern store where they sold beautiful hijabs (headscarves) and dresses appropriate for the required Muslim dress. I bought many dresses and scarves, and from that day forward, I dressed properly. Ahhhhh … free at last! I had broken the chains of fashion and physical enslavement enforced by a superficial society. Honestly, I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I no longer felt the pressure to dress and look better than everyone else. I finally respected myself and no longer based my self-worth on the reactions and attention of others. While many looked at me strangely — some with pity, some with anger, and some with curiosity — I really did get so much respect like never before.
Al-hamdu lillah (all praise be to Allah), the wonderful man who introduced me to Islam married me exactly one month after I became Muslim. Since then we have continued our work together against injustice throughout the world. We have traveled throughout the Middle East and moved from America to Egypt to be with my husband's mother and to live in an "Islamic" environment. Al-hamdu lillah, I am blessed with a beautiful family, in addition to the larger family — the Ummah — I gained when I became a Muslim.
Life is still life: It's not easy, but now I have a guidebook, a structure, a foundation. My heart is complete. The sadness and loneliness are gone. I now feel I belong. I am somebody. And I am home, at least for now, in this millisecond we call dunya (worldly life), until I am in my final, eternal home, in the akhira (afterlife), in sha' Allah (if Allah wills), near to my beloved, the Creator and Lord of the Worlds, Allah, Glorified and Exalted is He.
(from: islamicinformation.net)
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Democracy: what is it ? where does it start?
The idea of democracy is said has started during the Greeks in the six century BC. It derives from 2 base Greek words which are 'demo' means the people and 'kratein' means rule by the people. So just looking briefly to the meaning, i believe that all of us should have sort of understanding of what it could mean.
The Greek ruled their territories under the system of democracy. dividing their civilizations into small city-states and all the men voted on all issues of government.
a well-known quotation that well represents democracy is 'a government of the people, by the people, for the people'
This is kind of some history lies behind the introduction of democracy.
i Would say mahathir's new post is one of the best way to explain the good and bad about democracy and of course he's referring his idea to what is currently facing by malaysia.
http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/2010/03/democracy.html
read this, i suggest to you
well maybe this is gud for you too ;)
Its thursday
I called it a day
i'm strong! well, about 2 weeks ago, we had to write an essay about 1200 words. enough to say that i was really putting lots of effort and attention to the essay. just now, i've just received my mark. believe it or not, i only got 65 out of 100. i heard in my class, average of us only get around 70-75. but knowing the fact that i only get 65 is really really disappointing.
well i know that i'm seriously not a good writer ;) as well as i'm not a fast learner but at least please give me something more than that..
listening to her advices, i knew that it was my problem and i could understand the reasons she gave me such a mark :(
( and i know that tonight will be a night to recover, but i'm not going to do something stupid as to waste my precious time )
have to start revising tutes week 3 and 4 for contractual liability. tomorrow i have discussions.
wish me luck ;)
i'll see ya then. bye
i'm strong! well, about 2 weeks ago, we had to write an essay about 1200 words. enough to say that i was really putting lots of effort and attention to the essay. just now, i've just received my mark. believe it or not, i only got 65 out of 100. i heard in my class, average of us only get around 70-75. but knowing the fact that i only get 65 is really really disappointing.
well i know that i'm seriously not a good writer ;) as well as i'm not a fast learner but at least please give me something more than that..
listening to her advices, i knew that it was my problem and i could understand the reasons she gave me such a mark :(
( and i know that tonight will be a night to recover, but i'm not going to do something stupid as to waste my precious time )
have to start revising tutes week 3 and 4 for contractual liability. tomorrow i have discussions.
wish me luck ;)
i'll see ya then. bye
A new post ;)
Assalamualaikum,
I will say gud morning to everyone though some of us may be in evening, or at night or in whatever the time is.
Previously i just follow people's blog (letting to know that my hobby is reading good stuffs from blogs), but now i'll be start writing my own posts. which i presume to be less quality than yours because .. hey, i'm new here okay!
well, i just want to write something and tell stories that u and me can share, talk about and learn from. ;)
I'm excited!
c ya then
I will say gud morning to everyone though some of us may be in evening, or at night or in whatever the time is.
Previously i just follow people's blog (letting to know that my hobby is reading good stuffs from blogs), but now i'll be start writing my own posts. which i presume to be less quality than yours because .. hey, i'm new here okay!
well, i just want to write something and tell stories that u and me can share, talk about and learn from. ;)
I'm excited!
c ya then
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