It's A Work In Progress

When I'm not doing my assignments, or chatting or watching movies... I love to play around with my PC tablet... it's fun creating cool illustrations.. ironically, I haven't produce not even one... so I say give it a try...

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Final Look

I know it does not meet the standard of a decent illustration... I'll keep up the good work and hopefully, catch up with some of my friends who has mastered the art of digital painting..



does she look the same as my digital painting??? *gigles* XP

Get On Up and Try Again...

I know I should be doing my assignments now.. but it's been awhile since I blog about anything..

I know most of my close friends are in a lot of stress due to assignments, group work, submissions, even I'm depressed about the whole situation I'm facing right now.. sometimes we just feel like there's no hope for us and we let the situation get the best of us...

I've been hearing statement like "why do all of this happen to me?" or "This is the hardest part of my life yet!" lately...

For this post... I just wanna share something with you guys... If u think you've had worse.. well think again... I found this video as I was reading a blog of an acquaintance...






I hope that all of us can... well... get up and try again once more...

thanks to Pak Ngah for posting this video in his blog in the first place...

Mother knows best...

Ever heard of women's intuition??? apparently I have heard it like over a million times and I'm still gonna be hearing that term more and more...

Just the other day.. well yesterday to be exact... I went to see my mother and my aunt at KLIA... we had high tea together... at Burger King... *laughs*... does Burger King considered as high tea???

Anyway... a lot has happened this trimester for me... bittersweet... most of it are bittersweet... so, knowing that I'll be seeing my mom, I keep my composure and try to look happy for her.. I don't want to see her with a long face.. that's not a good way of saying 'hi' to your mother...


Well.. the three of us talked... just as I'm about to grab the onion rings, I gave a sigh... but it's normal to sigh I guess...straight away she ask me with her soothing voice "fiz, nape ni? fiz nampak lain je hari ni.... cam tak normal jer?" translation (what's wrong, you look, not normal..) I jokingly said that I had a haircut and I was wearing glasses...

Then she said "I noticed, but there's someting else... is there anything you want to talk about? You know you can come to me.."

suddenly my aunt joins "yup, mothers know best... and even aunties...*gigles*"

So, I told them why I'm so depressed... well most of it.. hehe. but then I realized that I have a group discussion... so I told my mom that I'll tell her the whole story when she got home...

I remembered that one time... I didn't do my homework when I was in form 1.. so I hid my work book... I told her I lost it... somehow, she found where I hid it.. I was so scared that I was on my knees saying that I was so sorry and promise not to do it again... good times



What I'm trying to say here is that, what you have with your parents is something special... they can actually connect with you emotionally if you give them the chance..for that, I'm glad... She's the only person in my life that I can really talk to...

Adnan bin Hussein and Kamaliah Hj Siarap, I miss u guys lah... I juz wanna say that I'm fine here..ayah, you're cool even though you're old and Ibu, no women, I repeat, no women in this entire world can eccept me, love me like you do..

Later I'll call you guys lah.. *smiles*

A fat boy’s promises….

Been so caught up with group discussions, assignments and yah... life... So it's just so hard to update anything... yup, I got a few interesting stuff to post, thank you... hihihi

As you all might now, I'm a very sentimental guy, so being the sentimental guy I am, I clicked my Alpha folder in my PC, there it was; a poem I did during my 3rd trimester in my foundation years as a creative multimedia student...

It was actually an assignment for my English subject... the poem is about how to express your love to someone you dear most... well, basically to woo the girl you like... hahaha....

so here it is...

A fat boy's promises...

Would like to be my boo?
And I shall drown you with Gucci bags and Jimmy Choo's shoes,
Not to mention Reject Shop's Ts and jeans,
And when you jump for joy, I'll Have you the trampoline.

There in the city we shall have our date,
In McD or KFC or even in front of your parent's gate,
I shall charm my way to your dinner plate,
I give you my love and you give me your bread.

Not only materialistic but charming too,
I'll sing to you with my guitar through and through,
Sedulously give you time, space and love,
So you can feel like flying as a white dove.

It's your quixotic charms I'm after,
Would love to YM and see you later,
Hopelessly want to be your mister,
Patch your sorrow like a plaster.

Heart is pounding, don't know what to say,
Just hoping that you won't say neigh,
If all these things pleases you girl,
Then, would u reply my love and rock my world.

The End.

It's lame... I know... i wonder who's that unlucky girl who is gonna get this poem...