tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17075837115428780202024-02-20T23:34:42.030+08:00Fleur-de-LisTell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-32632695394631514882014-07-30T01:43:00.001+08:002014-07-30T01:43:03.996+08:00moved outofficially moved out from blogger to wordpress.<br />
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why?<br />
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simply because wordpress suits my needs better.<br />
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so anyone who still is in favor reading my craps, there goes below link.<br />
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https://izzatizz.wordpress.com/<br />
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who is not, adios!Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-92191784451172744422014-07-21T22:00:00.000+08:002014-07-21T22:00:08.866+08:00sleepy-ish!<div class="MsoNormal">
I am seriously deprived for good reads. Since Sophie
Kinsella didn’t come out with any new books after wedding night, or might as
well I’m not keeping myself in the loop of the recent-published books, I’m pretty
sure that she has not written anything new so yeah, I shall wait.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It came to a point to this day that I felt like my job has
taken its toll on me and usually I got movies to save me. but since it’s Ramadhan,
and people are rushing home for berbuka, the idea seems so not right and I just
had to settle with something else instead.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I dragged my feet down to the LRT Station, made mental
persuasion for tomorrow is a new day and it’s going to be better (or maybe
worse) but I didn’t give a flying duck because the moment I stepped outside the
office, I’m done for the day. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And all of sudden, the thought that I should at least seize
the moment for it still to be a good day to do some soup shopping for myself. Talking
about simple pleasure in life; buying perfumes/lotion/shower gel is definitely
one of it and worth every pence I spent. Hence, the new strawberry shower gel
on the toilet shelf, in my pink basket. Lucky me, I got to redeem the
lavender-colored shower sponge too, for only RM 5 extra. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Not a really bad day after all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I practically needed to force myself out from shower.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I will quit earlier to sleep than usual for tonight as I am
super sleepy and need the energy for tomorrow as much as I needed oxygen. Konon!<o:p></o:p></div>
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So till then for now and good night.<o:p></o:p></div>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-67574164496201784482014-07-20T14:47:00.001+08:002014-07-20T14:47:28.474+08:00tough news<div class="MsoNormal">
I just don’t get it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I really don’t.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just don’t see the point of pointing fingers to Najib and
the rest of the government clans about the tragedy MH17 and MH370. The one who
shot down the plane was a separatist from Russia or Ukraine. If these idiotic
people really, really wanted to blame someone, then blame the guy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Let me get this straight. I’m not a vivid supporter of UMNO
or Najib because truth is, I’m only standing behind one and only Malaysian true
leader (in my eyes) – Mahathir. So there, the defense I portrayed
abovementioned is solely because they don’t deserve to get any of stupid
comments. Don’t you think that they have enough on their plates to deal with? I
think they do.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I understand if you are pro-opponents because I understand
each of us has our own principles and stance when it comes to political views. It’s
just unfair to blurt out stupid comments like I read on facebook, more like
provoking type which does not have anything to do with the incidents. It’s just
plain stupid, really. Especially, these people regards themselves as mr/miss
know-it-all where in reality just a mere tin kosong. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There. It’s how I channel my anger.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My full support is still with MAS, only it has been a tough
year for all of us. I cannot imagine how the respective families of passengers
onboard must’ve felt when they received the news as me, myself understood how
it feels to wait for someone emerge from ocean of people at arrival hall- the
anxiousness to see them walking and smiling towards as they walk to you. Even if
they are 10 minutes late, I started to assuming maybe they got held at the immigration
gate or something. And paced a few steps to the notice board to see if EK or MH
has finally landed or not, and the feeling of relief to finally see them really
walking to you in flesh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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May all the passengers rest in peace.<o:p></o:p></div>
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MAS was and still is airlines that I’m proud of because it’s
Malaysia’s. <o:p></o:p></div>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-16039405450458194142014-07-01T07:33:00.001+08:002014-07-01T07:33:21.441+08:00;) updates<p dir="ltr">A month without a post. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I can really live without blogging right now. It feels like only yesterday how i was dissapointed when the author of my favourite blog who is also happened to be my senior back in highschool stopped writing after she started working. I guess that is part of the adult-life deal.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now we have entered the fasting month, hopefully every single deed that we do will be counted into our pahala bank, as preparing to meet our Lord one day. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Selamat berpuasa everyone. </p>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-61998134974313975572014-05-14T12:28:00.001+08:002014-05-14T12:28:11.827+08:00Excuse me?<p dir="ltr">Excuse me?<br>
<i>Yes</i><br>
Where is my key? I've been waiting for an our and half.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The receptionist stood there for a few seconds then started looking and asking his collegue who was supposed to call me an hour eerlier,confirming to me who has been waiting all sweaty beneath the hot windy air of east coast.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Here's your key miss.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr">He smiled politely to me and i darted him a look.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><i><b>I waited for more than one hour and yu did not call to inform me that my room is ready?what kind of service is that.</b></i></p>
<p dir="ltr">That was a sentence that i managed to put a halt before it slipped through my mouth. First,because i did not want to create a scene, second, because i'm just too tired for a small argument and leg it go instead.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Later on that night, what happened on the afternoon playing in my mind. Talking about the quality of how the receptionist might forget to tell me about my room relates to the daily routine where i put on hold my prayers for some small things along the way amd god seems to "argue" with me right there and then.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Allah does not take away my lunch or dinner when i often ignore the call for the prayers.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm not saying that it's okay to procrastinate our prayers, but have some patience if things don't go in our way. Human beings make mistake and of course we have to correct what's wrong. However do it with the right manners.</p>
<p dir="ltr">till then!</p>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-84763088020119911362014-04-20T16:25:00.002+08:002014-04-20T16:25:34.578+08:00Paris!.. and a few other places.<br /><div class="MsoNormal">
I’ve been missing Paris a lot lately. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Having said that, if I had enough cash and more of annual
leaves, I would’ve booked the very first flight to London Heathrow, spend my
time shopping at Harrods, walking around Hyde Park, staring London Bridge for
few hours, hail a cab and go straight to St Pancreas for my train to Paris.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I went to my highschool yesterday after almost 8 years to
find out that I still admired French classroom as much I did last time. The Eiffel
Tower made of cupboard is still there, standing tall. It was a deep moment
because for me, it was all just a dream
almost a decade ago and to have witnessed the beautiful Eiffel right in front
of my bare eyes was something I truly grateful for. Beads of tears running down
my cheeks and my sister pretended not to see and keep staring straight across
the road for a few hot French guys there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And we walked around the area with so many tourists like us.
I think that’s the thing I enjoyed the most. I practically limped because my
knees hurt for whatever reason that I couldn’t remember now. We walked through
the streets for hours, had nutella crepe while admiring the view of La Seine
and gigantic Eiffel Tower was right behind us.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Remembering that moment now made me realize that I have so
many people to thank for; for wonderful memories in Paris. Series of events
that happened last year and all the previous years; the ones that never wilted
my dream to see Paris.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was really a dream that came true.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So now I shall work hard for more dreams to be realized.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Let's repeat Paris!</div>
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..after these two, InshaaAllah.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somewhere only you and I know 1.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somewhere only you and I know 2</td></tr>
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which reminded me of conversations I had with my sister, earlier this week when she picked up the phone;</div>
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My sister: Hello..</div>
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Me: Let's Santorini!</div>
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My Sister: Jom! a few people had asked me to travel there jugak. let's go!</div>
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Instead of asking, "how are you or how your exam goes" it was how we show how we miss each other.</div>
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Ya Allah, permudahkanlah.</div>
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have a great week ahead, peeps!</div>
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Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-71846825387336340622014-04-20T15:55:00.004+08:002014-04-20T15:55:49.334+08:00sunday in the office<div class="MsoNormal">
I came to the office today, on a Sunday with only one sole
intention; to finish up my presentation pack.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stores in KLCC could be so tempting, sometimes. I just had
to stop by at San Fran to get my one and only favourite drink there; the Iced Caramel Latter, only to find out
later that it tasted less good than the one I had at the curve.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: blue;">“maybe, I should go to Curve and drive back here!</span></i></b>” thought
my stupid mind and endless excuses before really pacing slowly to the office.<o:p></o:p></div>
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No, I managed to resist myself from going through heavy
traffic to Damansara for a caramel latte that I might only sip a few times, or
maybe stuck at Curve browsing thru stores.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So here I am, safe and sound at my beloved cubicle and..
<b><i><u>blogging!</u></i></b> hehe<o:p></o:p></div>
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You know, things I would do to delay my progress just to
prove a point to myself how good I am working under pressure and last-minute
work. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Blueks.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I bought two Sophie Kinsella’s novel yesterday; The
Dreamworld of shopaholics and Wedding Night. I read few chapters this morning
from the Dreamworld of Shopaholics and it is really good. I really can’t stop
reading a book that good and trust me, besides Coach/ Michael Korrs handbags
that were prime topic of a discussion with Anis and Naddy last night, this
novel fills my mind. I do truly want to know what happened to Becky Bloomwood
next. Like, seriously. Soon, you’ll be seeing me writing on this novel.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And all of sudden, I miss writing essays. descriptive writing
was once I truly enjoyed doing and how us students crammed our mind within 2
solid hours of writing is something I admired the most now. I guess it’s very
true that focus is something we can really practice. Coming from someone who
practically knocked her head down to desk in one of a long meeting.<o:p></o:p></div>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-37857785686238431232014-03-29T21:51:00.001+08:002014-03-29T21:51:40.043+08:00Life as it is.<p dir="ltr">I'm enjoying life at its best right now.<br>
At this moment. At this minute, this second.<br>
My mom is bside me browsing thru internet while having her favourite ABC, and my dad is in front of me enjoying the lai chee kang.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Next year, at this time, maybe we are busy preparing my wedding.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just saying. Mom has been hinting the issue quite frequent now in a non-presurre way. For her being such understanding and supportive is beyond me. One of the main reasons to aim higher, strive harder, be wiser and live stronger.</p>
<p dir="ltr">;)</p>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-45207803763659604502014-03-28T15:01:00.000+08:002014-03-28T15:01:35.815+08:00Switzerland<div dir="ltr">
Risau kalau entry tentang ini dont do any justice to the content on what i am about to tell you.</div>
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Begini cerita permulaannya.</div>
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Aku ini mungkin banyak favourite nya, tapi percayalah untuk cerita yang satu ini, untuk filem Shah Rukh yang satu ini memang senantiasa menjadi pilihannya. Pernah tonton Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayengge? Mungkin the fact yang itu antara salah satu cerita hindi terawal yang aku suka, atau mungkin scenary yang tentunya cantik belaka membuatkan aku tertarik hati dan minat untuk selalu berangan ke situ.</div>
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Alhamdulillah. Eventho last minute planning, destinasi bertukar dari Prague ke Bern, segalanya Allah permudahkan.Alhamdulillah.</div>
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Sebelum pergi, adalah juga google tengok apa yang boleh dibuat sebagainya di situ. Since it was a quiet city, so i thought that would be nice to for mind relaxing. Udara pun segar. Itu expectation aku, mulanya.</div>
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Sampai di Bern, seeing all the top mountains along the way, okay. Cantik. Memang cantik Swiss. Tak dapat dinafikan. Cantik. But, biasalah. Hati ni memang tak pernah nak rasa puas. Rasa macam there is more Swiss could offer. There is more yang aku mungkin miss out. Then, sampai hotel selesai check in segala, we asked around. The locals suggest Interlaken. Quiet village, an hour train journey from Bern. and i was like, okay. Why not. Rupa-rupanya, dari situ ada tram boleh bawak naik ke top of Europe, Jungfrou.</div>
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Dari bawah kaki bukit lagi memang you can see Alps clearly. </div>
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At first, bila tengok cost tram and such, i said to my sister;</div>
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"We dont have to go all the way up. Nampak salji putih je pun kan. Pegi sampai first station pun ok" </div>
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She agreed. And we purchased the ticket to the Liuterbennen. Okay aku mungkin salah eja nama tempat tu. Boleh check google okay. So smpai sana ada air terjun cantik sangat. MasyaAllah. Cuaca sejuk nyaman tu. A small quiet village. Bila dah nampak Alps semakin dekat tu, mulalah rasa nak pergi dekat lagi.</div>
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"Angah, why dont we go up to the next station?" </div>
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Lagi sekali she agreed. And i purchased the tickets.</div>
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Tram pun slow slow naik gunung. Sejuuuuuukkkk. Then sampai satu kawasan ni, you can see the snow. Wow. Okay. Tram pun naik lagi tinggi. I was talking with my sister; the moment i turned left and see Alps memutih right in front of me. Masa tu, saat tu; subhanallah. I've never seen such beauty. So magnificent. Cantiknya tuhan saja yang tahu. Perasaan masa tu rasa macam mana entah. Sebab it was real close and it was reallly beautiful. Exactly macam canvas painting. Cantik!</div>
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Sampai dekat station atas, it was very cold. Kita boleh jalan ke bawah. Depends on you. So i choose to walk while absorbing the beauty. Sepanjang jalan tu teruja tengok keindahan alam yang cantik macam dalam lukisan. we talked, we laughed. i even tricked her to use the longer route so that we can actually see the kambing biri-biri closer.</div>
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truth is, there is not enough to discover Swiss in three days. i need more.</div>
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Ya Allah, permudahkanlah.</div>
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amiiin...</div>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-74622663417679672872014-03-02T13:44:00.001+08:002014-03-02T13:44:04.158+08:00They call it sappy, i call it melody.<p dir="ltr"><i>I know this is a sappy song.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>What is?</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Disaat aku mencintaimu - Dadali.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>This is one of my favourites from 2011. A song that accompanied me go thru doing works after working hours during PGSS. (PGSS: period where my collegues and I have to go home after dinner, basically. No further elaboration on that)</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>I'm fully aware the message of this song trying to convey-sadness that overwheled this man as the girl he loves leaves him behind. Come on dude, there's a lot more in shopping complex to be found and stared at. However, thats not my point of this entry. Read along and you will know.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>First, i'm kinda attracting to the sound of drums in this song. Really. Listen one more time and you'll realize the backbone of the whole nice-sounded melody is the drum tempo. From minute 1:30 onwards. </i><br>
<i>Hehe..</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Second, never in my intention to withstand of Dadali's ability tuning up this song, but for me, it's the girl's voice featured that adds more meaning into this son</i>g </p>
<p dir="ltr">......<b><i>Semoga engkau kan mengerti</i></b><br>
<b><i>Tentang perasaan ini</i></b><br>
<b><i>Maaf,ku telah terbuai akan indahnya cinta</i></b><br>
<i><b>Maaf, sungguh ku tak bisa untuk kembali padamu</b></i><br>
<i><b>Maaf,ku telah terbuai akan indahnya cinta</b></i></p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyone knows who the girl is?</p>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-62792506633851869592014-03-01T12:03:00.002+08:002014-03-01T12:03:34.961+08:00saturday thoughts<div class="MsoNormal">
I want it that way.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I love the beginning of the song where I can hear the plane
departs sound and a scene from the video clip when they were all dressed up in
white. There were a few lines from the song (but we, are two worlds apart, can’t
reach to your heart..) that I treasure
up till now. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Along the way from a young girl who was constantly waiting
for their video clip on tv to a grown up lady that has a job and pay my very
own bills, I would say that I actually interpreted and appreciate this one song
in a different way for each phase of my life. Good things do stay with us
forever, only the way I like it might be a bit different from time to time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I couldn’t remember when the first time that I fell in love
with the airport was. Airport connects people in so many ways. It might be a
funny thing if I say that one of the places I really wanted to see all my life is
London Heathrow. Seriously. All the fuss about how big it is, well it is really
big and we actually could spend hours there just to browse the stores. I went
to London in June last year, arrived at Heathrow the next day, and I cried
realizing that KLIA is actually up to that par. see I told you, I’ve always had
a thing for airports. My sister said Dubai Airport is also nice, but not really
caught up my attention just yet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I mentioned in the previous entry, this particular song reminds
me a lot of Ireland, which I have never been. I gulped looking at the beautiful
sceneries portrayed in the movie especially the cliffs; majestic view. <o:p></o:p></div>
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....and i think that is one of the reasons why Westlife's My Love never wears off from my eardrums. Just see the video clip, and you'll understand.</div>
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have a nice saturday all. </div>
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Dil kya Kare! #eh</div>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-5536264255387346132014-02-27T23:42:00.002+08:002014-02-27T23:42:24.400+08:00c'est la vie<div class="MsoNormal">
Often I hear about honesty is a good virtue. We are asked to
be honest; to others and also ourselves. The later part, sometimes, can be
easily forgotten. Hence, let us all be honest to our very own self so we can
appreciate every single thing we do. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This week is a hectic one for me. and of course, one of the
best therapy is after every settles for the day, I am all alone in my own room,
watching those studded stars on my wall before going off to dreamland. It’s one
of the best feeling, ever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reminds me how I shed tears watching Eiffel tower being all
colourful and beautiful right in front of your eyes. Love it!<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I made a little promise to myself, to visit Paris again,
inshaaAllah. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I shall visit Typo tomorrow because there’s something I’ve
been eyeing and saving for.Hehe<o:p></o:p></div>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-24479037125581746642014-02-23T23:33:00.001+08:002014-02-23T23:33:13.152+08:00kisah di pagi hari<div class="MsoNormal">
"Kisahnya begini. Suatu hari, aku sudah terlambat untuk ke
tempat kerja dan enjin kereta rosak. Lalu, aku membuat keputusan untuk menaiki
teksi sahaja. Pemandu teksi tersebut cumalah sekadar seorang pakcik tua. Aku berbual
sedikit sebanyak dengan pakcik tua tersebut mengenai keluarga, pekerjaan aku. Perkara-perkara
biasa yang biasa dibualkan, tidak terlalu peribadi. Sampai di tempat kerja, aku
bergegas keluar dari teksi memandangkan aku sudah terlambat. Tanpa aku sedari,
rupa-rupanya aku dompet aku tercicir di dalam teksi tersebut. Aku hanya
menyedarinya selepas meeting. Aku tidak keruan. No plate teksi semua aku tak
ingat, apatah lagi untuk mengingati nama penuh pakcik tersebut. Namun, tidak
lama kemudian, receptionist telefon memberitahu ada orang menunggu aku sejak
dari tadi di bawah. Hujan lebat ketika itu. Rupa-rupanya pakcik teksi tadi
sedang menunggu untuk berjumpa aku. Beliau tidak dapat masuk ke perkarangan
ofis aku kerana tidak mendapat kebenaran guard. Dengan sekadar beralaskan baju
hujan, beliau masuk setelah beliau Nampak aku keluar di pintu utama ofis untuk
melihat siapa yang mahu berjumpa aku tadi. Pakcik teksi dating dan menyerahkan
dompet aku. Itupun, dibalut dengan plastic kerana tidak mahu dompet itu basah
terkena air hujan."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ripped off from the conversation I’ve heard on the radio in
one morning, on my way to work couple of years back. I cried listened to this story.
According to the caller, he still is in contact with the cab driver and his
family. Sincerity. It’s such a big word to honour, not just to others but to
ourselves too. True love for oneself and others will fulfill us. :)<o:p></o:p></div>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-44464329044823787442014-02-23T13:33:00.001+08:002014-02-23T13:33:27.821+08:00songs<div class="MsoNormal">
Some irresponsible dudes had been singing all-night long so I
couldn't go to sleep as fast as I wanted to.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stretched my hand to the edge of the bed, and reached out
for my earphone. Plugged it to my phone and surprisingly<b> As long As you love me</b>
by Backstreetboys was on the playlist. I listened to the song and smiled to
myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Seriously.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s so true that certain songs are embedded with certain
memories that we have gone through for the past years and I couldn’t thank dear
Almighty, Allah more for what he has blessed me with. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Listening to these songs indirectly reminding me that there
are always more and more to chase in life and to know that hereafter stores
more happiness to us. My imagination travels around the world for every song
that seem so special.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Take <b>I Want It That Way</b> for example; when I close my eyes
listened to this last night, I think of Ireland. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Viva La Vida</b> has always transported me Scotland (Stardust’s
shooting location to be specific)<o:p></o:p></div>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-80543940722538598572014-02-11T21:03:00.001+08:002014-02-11T21:03:08.576+08:00Up up north<p dir="ltr">Where you wanna go this time?<br>
-chasing the northern light.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh, Norway. They say, sun never sets there on May thru August. It really is beautiful.<br>
-so i've heard. I can't wait to see Aurora dancing in front of me and that really is beautiful from the pictures i've got. But i adore sunset, hence i dont really appreciate the the second fact you've mentioned.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I like travelling. Haven't been in many places yet, just a few that really took my breathe away. I smile thinking about how the fresh air in Interlaken, the coldness of the weather and the smile of the locals to see that a tourist like me, who never really been anywhere,say, seasonal countries; seem so mesmerized by the beauty of it. I can't help but gulping hard looking at snow covered mountains when the train pulled at the Jungfrouyoch station, located on top of Alps. I teared of,course. I can't imagine something as white as snow could be so magical and right there and then, i fell in love at the first sight. I hugged my sister tight because it was so cold and we walk for hours down the mountain. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Pictures can never really depict the true beauty such that. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Subhanallah. <br><br></p>
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Somewhere near the afar past, I blog-ed about event. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Nope.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s more like routine. I blog-ed about my daily routine, as
in what did I do between classes, or what I had for breakfast. Or, how sleepy I
was in certain classes (read: reservoir modelling)<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have a lot to blog, really. Life is in the fast lane for
the past years with whirlwind shifting interests or some I would say, habit, between
this and that left me with nothing to speak in here.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And maybe, being an adult, with the insecurity of being
falsely judged by my own writing, fearing things will speculate and there, came
to a point that as much as I feel awkward to say it out loud, - came to a
point, I don’t want to reveal things that are important to me to the world
anymore. Secrecy and solidarity matter now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of course, bottling things up is never really a wise cure
for mind turbulence; be it on a cloud 9 happiness or dive-nose-first sadness,
but this is the age I know to whom I call for. Funny, how things changed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, the point is, keeping a journal is sort of essential
if you do too, own the idea of:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]-->1-<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Insecurity; readers don’t really understand what
you’re trying to convey. articulation, is important as much.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Frankly, I have this urge to delete this whole thing one
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But reading back the things I wrote, it’s kinda define who I
was or maybe still am and that, ladies and gentleman, is my certain kind of
joy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-77461119857443972352014-01-27T01:48:00.002+08:002014-01-27T01:48:45.984+08:00Happy Monday :)<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">somewhere only we know :)</td></tr>
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<br />Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-32338850946123518492014-01-22T01:12:00.001+08:002014-01-22T01:12:35.333+08:00French chick on the loose.<p dir="ltr">In all honesty and in deep frankly speaking, </p>
<p dir="ltr">I do truly hate doing presentation packs.</p>
<p dir="ltr">There! I said it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As usual, whenever my mood seemed to be off for the day, the very first place i think about would be my bed, pillows and the piles of books that are waiting anxiously to be read by yours truly. I don't opt for mundane verbal communication unless it's all about jokes on this very special day because trust me, you won't like my reaction which usually would be less interested in whatever stories we are talking about because of my mind cannot focus when i'm down. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I love my bed and my pillows. Now i have new addition to the family which my pink teddy bear; the one that i dont hug very much. Pity you.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So today's reading is about how habits arw formed in our brain theoretically. The book tells which part of the brain that creates habits. Very scientific information yet nice to understand and tell you what, interesting. Happy points for today :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">With the purpose to elevate my mood, one of the suggested ideas is to do things you love. Then this idea came into mind.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I used to love listening to french songs so much back in school since the only time i could was in the frech class. Youtube was still pretty much alien at that point of time, so bear my appreciation towards every opportunity given for that purpose. My french teacher introduced us tovLara Fabian, might be one and only french singer i adored for years before i knew to do some research myself for a few good songs myself. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Listened to the good french oldies for a few good hours and now ready to depart to dreamland. I discovered ne me quittas pas was not originally from Nina Simone. It was Brel's. Cant remember his first name. I'm aware that my next statement would make Simone's fans beg to differ but really one of Brel's live singing that particular song all the way back in 1959 was just too good. So yeah. Thats about it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Bonne soir! </p>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-64593014075015311212014-01-20T08:59:00.001+08:002014-01-20T08:59:26.332+08:00Before ;)<p dir="ltr">I take train to office. Sometimes, i sing along with the songs played on my mp3. I dont intend to reveal the tracks i listen to because well, it'll bore this post. Sometimes, i would silently sit and read, not knowing what happen around. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And today, just like any other i take train go office. My thoughts shifting from Before Sunset that i recently watched and liked of course and also to do some mental calculation for my saving to somewhere only I know, and thinking on how Cinta Antara Benua has indirectly impacted my life regards the way i see London and the urge of wanting to go back there again. Soon, i hope.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It's true how different people have different view and perspective on things. That point itself, might be the solid reason of why Before Sunset has really caught up my attention. It's just different. Eloquently speaking your thoughts,in all honesty, and for the end side to actually perceive and understand your point is something that i'm lacking of, hence the favor goes to Celine. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I have to say that my favourite os Before Sunset,<br>
1) the first movie of Before Trilogy that i watched<br>
2) the contents and context of their conversation itself that really suits me and made me think the most.<br>
3) Paris was the shooting location. You have no idea how i feel about Paris. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I've read once about how physical attraction is too common but the mental connection is rare. This movie pretty much sums it all. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Happy monday ;))</p>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-37059339895944530822014-01-03T09:03:00.001+08:002014-01-03T09:03:48.932+08:00Friday morning<p dir="ltr">This reminds me of 500 Days of summer when Summer would sit and stare the city with Tom.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Perspective.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Funny. 4 or 5 years ago, my view on Summer was so much different. I literally hate her for possessing such a fickle heart. And then, on the new year's eve couple of nights ago, i decided to watch the same movie again-out of boredom.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I noticed tiny details that i failed to realize before and that makes the movie is special and unique in its own way. It might be classified as just-another-american movie, a statement that is opposite of my personal view. There's more of if.</p>
<p dir="ltr">That is one of the reasons why i find the secret life of walter mitty is very much interesting. Frankly, my favourite scene of all; where my adrenaline rush gushing insanely- is the part where you would see Sean o'connell is actually standing on the small plane (whatever we call that) just to capture the scene of the volcano eruption. I love the idea of working hard, courage and determined. I always love that kind of attitude; values that i have yet to master.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Happy Friday!</p>
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<i>He waited for me near the coffee shop. the way he leaned
against the wall clearly showed that my unpunctuality had gotten to his very
last nerves and I could sense his rage from afar. As I walking towards him,
gradually, of which my steps seemed to be like eternity, I tried to figure out
what he was listening. Vindicated was the first scanty guess came to mind as he
was rooting on DB for few weeks now. Covertly, I actually did fall for the band’s
drummer who was a total dream, fitting just nice for a perfect crush. As much
as I wanted to put a defence to my high-built ego, I feigned dull and dreary
facial expressions for each time he brought up the topic. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>So I nudged, and he looked down.
Drenched from the afternoon shower while I was walking just now lessen down his
fury due to my lateness. Not a word was spoken between us as a sign I got a
free pass for making him wait. </i><o:p></o:p></div>
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So there, ladies and lads- my attempts to write as it turned
out to be a half-baked story. hehe<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was frying my brain to come out with a simple short story
but that’s all I got. Really.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That, put a big question mark on how we did really two long
essays and how writers do write. <b><i>Salute.</i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Ripped off from the news I posted on facebook and Instagram,
the one that I consider its need to be mentioned in here too; Daisy. Well, the
said particular movie was released all the way back in 2006. Had to admit that I
built crush on the sniper (who’s also the main character) in the movie. You
need to watch by yourself and go deep besides maybe trying to apprehend the
meaning behind. Love, sadness, faith all are clustered and successfully revealed
by acting especially from the actress. Frankly, I felt sorry for her as she left
the impression to be seen as nothing but fragile and hopeless girl. Speaking of
fictional epic of undying true love. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Kononnyalah. </i><o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally, love & misadventure is safely in my possession.
its maroon cover had obviously became one of the leading of some reasons of the
purchase, which seemed like essential. For
the cheifreason is due to the fact that I’ve been following lang Leav’s quotes
for quite a while now. suffice to say, since the beginning of my blooming interest
in tumblr. Frankly speaking, there isn’t much that I adulate at heart, to my
surprise because to in all honesty, I thought there is more to it. Expectation could
really be a plunged killjoy. Nonetheless, it has been a warm read through hours
on the flight to KK, last Thursday. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A poem entitled – A dedication, remains one of the brightest
highlights of all. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve always known of my doting towards the sight of sunrise
and sunset (preferably from the rigs/platform), which I envision myself doing
somewhere in the near future that is still impending by the way. That is a
hurtful, acidic bitter fact to swallow and live with whenever insecurity takes
over, once in a while. Suffice to say, that I love myself as a person a tad too
much hence soaking into pitchy melancholia is somehow never conveyed as an
option. Speaking of flecks of hope here.<o:p></o:p></div>
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(Dashboard Consfessional’s Vindicated is in the air)<o:p></o:p></div>
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After all, I do enjoy my job. The intermittent meaningless abyss
that lunged are the curios of my longing to feel what it is like in a different
environment. i think so. And for specifically that, I shall move forward,
levitating my efforts to the so-called aims.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Random fact: I miss strolling Paris during the night
overlooking golden and glinting Eiffel Tower. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m sitting alone in a café with iced cappuccino in front of
me and the duet from Indigo ft Juliana Banos on repeat. You can go figure that
particular song, if you want to. I can feel butterflies flying around in my
stomach. That’s annoying, really. I meant, this phase – the kind of phase where
you start to know a wonderful person in your term and you smile reminiscing
about his jokes over and over again. It’s like you’re standing at the edge of
the cliff, the kind of cliff that you can find in Ireland, and you almost fall
down but something called “rationale” is holding you back. </div>
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<b><i>Don’t rush into love</i></b>- whispers your heart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>I won’t</i></b> – you brain murmurs in a soft voice, only your heart
can listen to the sound of it. <o:p></o:p></div>
Syazana!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00713251326406186540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707583711542878020.post-27957208283841974062013-11-30T01:00:00.002+08:002013-11-30T01:00:39.593+08:00take five!<div class="MsoNormal">
One.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s good to be back using the old number. I went thru with
3 different phones with it. Some things are really meant to stay, thru thick
and thin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Two.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I smiled reading one of my friend’s wish on during my
birthday last month. That is definitely a quote I will always remember.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>“…….. I’ve had one of the best trips in my life with you
already”</i></b>. My eyes filled with tears right there and then. I love you too, babe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Three.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Today, I found out another one of many good reasons,
blessing in disguise for not having him in my life. Honestly, a couple of
months back, his happiness seems like a betrayal for me. The idea of someone
else will be holding his hands till the end of time seems so much for me to
bear, but being human I’m again being shown and led to the right track. And now,
I want nothing else but a pure blessed happiness for you and me. I meant every
word I said. We really should be with someone who inspires us, but the most
important is, the one we can inspire too. No wonder my one of my most favourite
scenes are from;<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u>One tree hill</u></b>; when Ravens won their basketball
championship. Lucas came to Peyton and said <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“ the one I want to be right next to me when all my dream
comes true is you”</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u>A walk to remember</u></b>; the moment Landon had asked Jamie to
stand between the borders and made one of her dreams come true.</div>
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Four.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The prettiest girl is the one who is happy inside and
outside.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have a great weekends you all.</div>
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<b><i>What makes you, you?</i></b></div>
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I remember asking a friend of
mine, what he would ask if he ever had the opportunity to talk to one of his
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<b><i>What makes you, you? </i></b></div>
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So yes, I did ask that question for
him, in front of thousands of audience in one of the talks I never failed to
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I was overwhelmed. I never knew I
had the courage to ask in front of the all the people, afraid if my question might
be sounding so stupid comparing to the others’ which related to the current
issues on economy and such. But I did, anyway.</div>
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I love this one quote from
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<b><i>Go to the direction of your
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That sounds firm and logical.</div>
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And now, let us define our dream.
The ultimate dream so we can work hard and focus and be discipline enough
towards those dreams. If they’re best for us, then i shall hope Allah make ease
for us towards them, and if it’s not, the all the efforts towards that will be
paid off with greater things that we've ever imagined.</div>
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