Langkah pertama.. tumis bawang dalam Rice Cooker.. ok Rice Cooker ye kawan-kawan.. bukan kuali T_____T kat ostel tak leh bawak kuali. sadis betul..

Tadaa.. siap sudeh Sardin tip top wa. ahaaha makan dengan telor bawah neh ha..

Pon guna Rice Cooker. heee ;p

Oh.. Finally leh legaa.. but not fully lega ok. Selesai sudah presentation Java pagi tadi walaupun terskip-skip tido sampai kol 8++ bangun nyer (suppose kelas kol 8) terbaik bukan?? ahaha..
sampai-sampai je sambil bawak mounting board CGI untuk submit arineh.
aku ingat present skali.. punya la berbaju kurung ehe ;p
tapi next week lak present nye.

tapi JAva tadi pon aku tak banyak bercakap..Azrin je ngan Ezat yang banyak bersuara.
Siyes la.. macam fundek sket la aku ngan Java ni T_______T
camne neh.. arghh fening pale aku. tak ske ar camni.
Bukan aku seorang yang suke bersuara ke waktu presentation.
Urgh.. mencik ar wat keje yang diri sendiri tak faham ni.
Allah huakbar!!

*eh tetiba.. -_-

takpe la.. korang layan lagu neh. tajuk dia 'Someone' by Stephani Sun. Tze Yin nye favourite song.. tapi aku lak da melekat ngan lagu ni.



My hair was long and shiny.. you said you can’t believe…
how could i walk out that door, or walk along the streets…
you told me i should, you know, do some bing bang curly wirly afro thing..
i took your word and did… looked in my mirror, “who’s that freak?”
Why does the world deceive?
Why do I make believe?
took my heel and made Achilles out of me…
still i would want to be
Someone who’d answer to me.

Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel—never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.

The vase beside my bed, it’s empty almost dead.
It’s for all the flowers I’m gonna give you,” he said,
and now it’s collecting dust instead

Why does the world deceive?
Why do I make believe?
took my heel and made Achilles out of me…
still i would want to be
Someone who’d answer to me:

Sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel—never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.