the things i take with me: snapshots.

thank you kuantan for giving me these memories:

balok beach: cdo first sem.



tesl c day out: first sem.



trip to temerloh.





klpac: "a light in kl city".



tesalians trips to ipba & uitm shah alam.





GIA trip.






drama class :).







classroom moments.






annual dinner.






last moments. (T_T)














waaaaaaa! i miss those moments already. but, life must goes on and all i can do now is cherish those memories deep in my heart~

never forget.: a tribute to my friends...

i` m not the kind of person that easily befriend others. i`m shy and awkward. coming to uitm kuantan, i didn`t expect that i would fine such great, beautiful people- as my friends... they were the colours of my life here, they were the source of fun and joys, they were always with me through thick and thin, they helped me a lot, their advises and teachings were very valuable to me. they taught me a lot of things. i`m going to miss them:

izzat:


i like this picture a lot...hehehe.. thanks for letting us stay at your house just so we could get the memories visiting lanchang in temerloh. what a fine day that day was. huhu. i`m sure as hell that i`m going to miss the day when we gathered in A303 room and started to talk and laugh. and i`m not going to forget the thing that you did in that room (i`m not going to list it- too dangerous).. hahahaha

mustahfa:


tapa, remember the time when yo and i became close to you? you were in our room for 24/7 in the first sem and yo and i couldn`t stop make fun of you.. you were angry because we called you stopa so, we kept on calling you that name; we call you parameswara and firaun because we thought that you were so old-fashioned; and we also made fun of your sad voice.. hahaha.. don`t know why we did it, maybe because we just loved to see you mad, no hard feelings right? you`re a very good friend to me... i`m sure going to miss making fun of you~~ we`ll meet again right?

hanif aka yo:


yo, remember when we met? you are the first person that i talked to when i came to uitm kuantan. huhuhu. first i thought that i`m doomed because you talked a lot whereas i usually don`t have much to say. hahaha. but, i think that you influenced me to communicate more. plus, we were always agree on the same thing don`t we? except when it came to song- you`re so outdated.. hahahaha.. i like the time when we made the "grand prank", it was so successful that we`re hated by everyone for it.. hahahahaha..

nabil:


actually, at first, i didn`t think that i could be so close with you. i mean, we`re so different. you`re way too good compared to me. i`m so glad to have a friend like you.. you always gave me advice in a good way and we always spent our time together... thank you for that~ and i appreciate your letter very much.

subaidi:


subaidi, thanks for lightening up my days in uitm kuantan. you painted my face with endless smiles each day :). hehehe. you`re very talented in debate and you should be very proud with all your success- i was very amazed to hear your success story! truly, you should believe in yourselves more.

that`s the closest friends that i`ve had there. not to forget, "the nasyid group" hehehe



thank you for accepting me as your friends.. :). this is my first time that i befriending this close to girls. huhuhuhu.

and to the people of tesl c:



seriously, the best class ever!!!

The Pleasure of Books

William Lyon Phelps speech on The Pleasure of Books(1933)

The habit of reading is one of the greatest resources of mankind; and we enjoy reading books that belong to us much more than if they are borrowed. A borrowed book is like a guest in the house; it must be treated with punctiliousness, with a certain considerate formality. You must see that it sustains no damage; it must not suffer while under your roof. You cannot leave it carelessly, you cannot mark it, you cannot turn down the pages, you cannot use it familiarly. And then, some day, although this is seldom done, you really ought to return it.

But your own books belong to you; you treat them with that affectionate intimacy that annihilates formality. Books are for use, not for show; you should own no book that you are afraid to mark up, or afraid to place on the table, wide open and face down. A good reason for marking favorite passages in books is that this practice enables you to remember more easily the significant sayings, to refer to them quickly, and then in later years, it is like visiting a forest where you once blazed a trail. You have the pleasure of going over the old ground, and recalling both the intellectual scenery and your own earlier self.

Everyone should begin collecting a private library in youth; the instinct of private property, which is fundamental in human beings, can here be cultivated with every advantage and no evils. One should have one's own bookshelves, which should not have doors, glass windows, or keys; they should be free and accessible to the hand as well as to the eye. The best of mural decorations is books; they are more varied in color and appearance than any wallpaper, they are more attractive in design, and they have the prime advantage of being separate personalities, so that if you sit alone in the room in the firelight, you are surrounded with intimate friends. The knowledge that they are there in plain view is both stimulating and refreshing. You do not have to read them all. Most of my indoor life is spent in a room containing six thousand books; and I have a stock answer to the invariable question that comes from strangers. "Have you read all of these books?"
"Some of them twice." This reply is both true and unexpected.

There are of course no friends like living, breathing, corporeal men and women; my devotion to reading has never made me a recluse. How could it? Books are of the people, by the people, for the people. Literature is the immortal part of history; it is the best and most enduring part of personality. But book-friends have this advantage over living friends; you can enjoy the most truly aristocratic society in the world whenever you want it. The great dead are beyond our physical reach, and the great living are usually almost as inaccessible; as for our personal friends and acquaintances, we cannot always see them. Perchance they are asleep, or away on a journey. But in a private library, you can at any moment converse with Socrates or Shakespeare or Carlyle or Dumas or Dickens or Shaw or Barrie or Galsworthy. And there is no doubt that in these books you see these men at their best. They wrote for you. They "laid themselves out," they did their ultimate best to entertain you, to make a favorable impression. You are necessary to them as an audience is to an actor; only instead of seeing them masked, you look into their innermost heart of heart.

sIbLiNgS.

when people asked me how many siblings i have, i usually said that i`ve only 9 siblings(to avoid further questioning). but... the truth is i`ve a much more siblings
than that(as if 9 is not enough) hahaha.. here`s all my sibs with my dad:



how many do you count? quite a lot isn`t it? hahaha..

though, we`re many, but we`ve a quite good relationship. i mean, we`re not as close, but, it`s just nice.. and lives also become more unique and interesting~

except, when the small ones gather and destroy everything on its path.