Malam ni aku tidaklah bercadang nak menulis sebenarnya. Saja jek… sebenarnye nak buat benda lain alih2 termengadap komputer ni plak… so bagi mengisi masa yang tak berapa banyak sebelom tido ni aku tulih le barang sepatah dua kata. Korang kalo nak baca lebih banyak sikit pegi le kat blog myspace aku, http://blog.myspace.com/yatidin k! Ciao
Beautiful is a subjective thing. My definition of beautiful may be different from you… So why don’t we respect it. I guess "don’t judge a book by its cover" is right…I don’t know if I’ve talked wrongly or acted wrongly to you guys, I do apologized. I never meant to… anything or everything i do or said. Actually there was somebody sending me a message saying that some sort of I am not that pretty to befriend to the Yahya’s family. I admitted that I am not pretty at all but my heart is beautiful. I am a human being so do you and the Yahya’s family. No big deal. I never even care of their appearance or other people’s appearance. My friends are not only them, I have loads of full foreigner’s and mixes friends here in Malaysia and overseas. 
And not to forget my beloved MALAY, INDIANS and CHINESE friends. I do not ONLY send my testi to the Yahya’s family but to all my friends. I don’t have to stated one by one here because you don’t even know them….I know I am older than you so I don’t like to fight. It’ won’t do any good to me and to you. I apologized if I’ve hurted you unintentionally.
Oklah enough of that. I don’t to spoil up my and your day. Have a nice Sunday because tomorrow we will be working again. Ciao!
Vanessa Williams - Colors of the Wind
Song - Colors of the Wind
Album -
Think you own whatever land you land on
Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
Think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn things you never knew
You never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers
And the heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
or let the eagle tell you where he’s been
How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down, then you’ll never know
And you’ll never hear the wolf cry
To the blue corn moon
Or whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
To paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still all you’ll own is earth
Until you can paint with all the colors of the wind
OMG! This week is a very hectic week for me!!! I never thought that I would be this busy!!!!! I would say I am real busy managing my life, my weight and stuff, my bla bla bla.. there are so many things to cope! Anyway, I never be any happier than this week. First of all I learn loads of new things yeah besides my French class… I learn how to play futsal. Hahaha… Well yeah thanks to Mr MKJ for inviting me to watch the tournament last Wednesday. Even though I arrived late but uhh I managed to watch you play. i dunno whether you noticed me or not but I am there to watch how people play the game hahahaha! Anyway, that’s my first time seeing you live!!! THought it kinda easy to play the game but when me myself played it last Friday (yeah I was forced to!!!), damn! It is really tiring and require loads of stamina. I have no experience at all playing futsal!!! If not because of Mr MKJ’s invitation I would never step my foot to the place where people play futsal. But thank God, I always watch World Cup especially my favorite team Italy hehehe Fabio Cannavaro, Maldini, Del Piero, Gattuso, Inzaghi teach me well how to play the game somehow And owh not to forget my Ronaldinho and Zidane. And umm my french is getting better and we are enrolling for the second level next month. I love my teacher Miss Caroline Baril. But she’s going back to her hometown, Lyon next 2 or 3 months…. ANyway I promise her I’ll learn French by heart, don’t you worry my dear teacher. Bon Chance et Bon Journee to you. Life is getting better lately and Iam happy. Day by day I experience and learn new things and I used my experience to manage my life. Hope to reduce sadness and increase happiness. And umm… before I forget, I bought new comics by Benjamin last Friday and I love it!!! And at my French School there is a painting exhibition which include painter from Malaysia, France, Thailand and… They are very creative and they paint by heart. You already knew it when you look at the painting and you touch it. I don’t know about you guys, but I always see things different from how people see it not even my parents. That’s what make me success today I guess, daring to be dare! Yeah you go Girl! combining all of the icons you’ll find me!
Tidak biasa disembunyikan hati ini. Tatkala petang menanti malam dua minggu yang lepas, aku terlihat di dada akhbar yang terkemuka mengenai idola ku semasa zaman tumbesaranku dulu yang kiranya bertahun jua tidak kedengaran barang sepatah dua mengenai beliau. Kerana beliau telah mencorak-carikkan serebelum dan seberumku ini. Walau karya yang lucu namun ia tidak memesongkan. Aku belajar berkarya dengan beliau tanpa beliau sedari maka tulisan ini sedikit sebanyak hasil didikan tanpa sedikitpun beliau mengetahui maka selebihnya itu daripada ayahandaku sendiri. Sesungguhnya Allah yang Maha Mengetahui kekagumanku terhadap beliau. Maka diketahui kesusahan yang menimpa beliau aku jua turut sedih…. "Usahlah diragui kebijaksanaan Tuhan yang Malim sembah yang Satu itu" kataku, katamu jua….Aku yang seadanya ini masih lagi kagum dengan beliau, sampai mana pun beliau mahupun sampai bila pun beliau…. Itu jua suatu riwayat hidup ini….
Kedua, tersebutlah alkisah, jua Tuhan si Malim Pelita dan aku berkehendakkan aku bertemu dengan Alfonso d’Albukaki ini… Aku tiada sedey mahupon terlebih gumbira cuma seadanya aku. Riwayat pertemuan ini sangat lah tiada kelogikkannya kerana ia berlaku secara spontan lagi tiada sempat diambil masanya menggunakan jam randik. Adanya sahabatku sohibati yang semaktab sehostel tapi tiada sealiran denganku telah mengirimkan nasihat supaya menjadi tatapan dan iktibar kepadaku. Tetapi lumrah manusia yang alpa lagi lepak sepertiku ini tiada membuka surat kirimin petigurin tersebut… Setelah sedepa dekad berlalu, barulah disedari akan surat tersebut didalam peti surat sebelah kanan rumah bapa saudara sebelah ibuku itu, lalu dibaca dengan penuh iltizam dan azam jua ilham… Lalu tanpa disedari daku terlihat nama yang aneh lagi pelik… "Macam pernah kulihat nama ini, tapi dimana ya?" Pankreasku bertanya. Roda otak mula berputar setelah mendengar persoalan pankreas itu, lalu secepat kilat berdentum surat diutus kembali ke alamat yang kelabu-kelabu asap muncul di dada screen spek mataku…. Namun tiada jua kedengaran sayup suara si dagang pak banting sebelah gunung semanggol yang masih hijau itu…. Selepas seharian menunggu, keesokkan harinya setelah mendengar barang seceloteh tiga si murai mengembangkan sayap di corong lorong yang lohong itu, lalu balasan diterima maka benarlah ia sbenar-benarnya. Namun tiada kepastian kenapa balasan diterima dan mengapa kiriman dihantar, hanya Yang Satu itu sahaja yang bisa menjawabnya…. Sekian coretan tangan ku nan sebatang…. Sehingga karyaku dilain batasan, inilah barisan kita yang sedia berkorban, untuk ibu pertiwi…
Alkisah satu dugaan yang tiada besarnya menimpa sang hamba yang kerdil. Penimpaan dugaan itu dirasakan seperti sebiji batu yang dilontarkan oleh sang kelembai ke atas kepalanya. Ya Allah perit sekali, walhalnya tiadalah apa-apa hal yang sedikit itu, tatkala Yang Esa lagi Maha Kaya itu meringankan beban bahunya itu, dia terus terlupa diri lagi dan lagi dan lagi… Tidaklah diketahui mengapa ini terjadi, adakah tidak difahami hukumnya atau sengaja tidak difahami hukum itu. Aku malu lagi walau sudah berkali aku malu namun aku tidak malu untuk terus malu lagi. Err itu aku?
