asal bulan posa jak aku mcm ni.. asal aku mcm ni, bulan posa datang...
asal aku mcm ni, bulan syawal menjelma... asal bulan syawal menjelma, aku mcm ni..
berkurun sdh ku menjebak kan diri dlm arena ni...
aku mo tgglkan tabiat lama tu pn susah..
sudah sedaya upaya mo kikis tapi bila terkenang bulan ramadhan beberp ari lagi, cis....
fiil itu datang kembali...
apakah fi'il ku itu?
ano bah?
que? kya? cosa? maaza?
**cik alyn, entry ini tidak ada kena mengena dgn fi'il yg anda sebutkan**
sbnrnya...
klu bulan puasa --terutama dkt raya--,
aku suka berpantun2 klu menjwb sms atau mengirim sms ucapan raya
**pantun yg aku reka sendiri, bukannya pantun pecah kaca pecah gelas yg dah berkurun tu**
best apa pantun2 ni... paling syok klu org yg aku krm msj tu,
pun balas sms tu dgn pantun... huhu...
okay la... trima la pantun merdeka dan puasa dariku...
ari2 mengonlinekan diri,
mengonlinekan diri bila2 masa,
ke 51 thn kita merdeka kali ni,
smga ngra diberkati, aman dan dilindungi stiap masa...
unsur kesengalan intipati utama blog ini,
bukan sngaja tp tersengal tnpa niat di hati,
1 ramadhan menjelma sikit wktu lagi,
ampun dan maaf dr ku bt smua yg membc blog ini..
sorong papan tarik papan,
yang ko dah sorong bt apa nak tarik lagi, kan?
marila kt berpuasa dgn penuh keberkatan,
entry mencarut, mengarut mari kita elakkan...
**pantun ini diberhentikan setakat ini.. Akan dismbg pada bulan puasa -- untuk mengelakkan penciplakan idea**
Selamat Menyambut hari Kemerdekaan Ke 51..
Dan..........
Selamat menyambut Bulan penuh keberkatan, Bulan Ramadhan..
Selamat berpuasa....
aiseh... tajuk bukan main..
pdhal entry langsung xda isi pun.. huhu...
A new day has come tu antr lagu fave gue, by celine dion...
kaitan dgn entry ni erm..
besok.. esok.. tomorrow.. bukas... manana... demain.. morgen..
aku akan lapor diri d tmpt keja baru..
nervous jugak ni... tmpt baru... community baru..
bos2 baru... kwn2 baru -- ntah ada nta xda kawan --
apa2 pn, smga byk benda yg aku pelajari d tmpt baru ni...
smga ari2 yg mendtg ari2 yg lebih bermakna..
smga hdp smkn ceria, riang ria dan gembira...
smga smuanya baik2 belaka..
smga byk ilmu yg boleh aku pljri dan smga aku smkin maju ke hdpn..
smga hdp lebih diberkati dan smga sntiasa d lindungi oleh-NYA..
amin...
nmpknya aku menipu dlm previous entry..
aku ada tulis, 3d art terhebat..
tapi bila aku carik lagi, ada lagi yg lagi hebat..
link2 kat bwh ni, sila klik la klu mo tgk yg lebih dr yg aku ltk dlm blog ni..
http://www.moillusions.com/2007/06/julian-beevers-sidewalk-rafting.html
http://www.moillusions.com/2007/05/interactive-pavement-drawing-illusions.html
http://www.moillusions.com/2006/03/3d-painted-rooms-illusion.html
http://www.moillusions.com/2008/07/kurt-wenners-3d-money-vault.html
http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/waterfall.html
http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/world.html
Baaaanyyaaaaaaakkk lagi yg lebih best dr gmbr atas ni.. sila click la link bwh ni..
klu mo lebih lg, sila google la sendiri ya.. hehe..
http://www.moillusions.com/2006/05/3d-chalk-drawings-category.html
Ya la, dlm dunia moden, serba maju, dan rkyt malaysia pn kebyknnya xda la susah sgt, tp klu susah pun, mampu jugak beli HP... masi boleh cr rezeki... hidup xla sesengsara penduduk di negara yang masi bergolak sehingga hari ni... Jd, aku copy separuh dr artikel tu utk tatapan bersama.. mgkin tatapan blogger --utk dijadikan tauladan atau perigtan, mgkn utk tatapan atlet -- utk dijadikan pembkr smgt dan sapa2 jak la..
Jadi kpd kt semua, renung-renungkan la....
tanda ***** maksudnya, aku pndekkan cerita...
Sumber : Yahoo! Sport
(sila klik utk mendptkan liputan menyeluruh mengenai artikel d bwh)
BEIJING – Samia Yusuf Omar headed back to Somalia Sunday, returning to the small two-room house in Mogadishu shared by seven family members. Her mother lives there, selling fruits and vegetables. Her father is buried there, the victim of a wayward artillery shell that hit their home and also killed Samia’s aunt and uncle.
This is the Olympic story we never heard.
It’s about a girl whose Beijing moment lasted a mere 32 seconds – the slowest 200-meter dash time out of the 46 women who competed in the event. Thirty-two seconds that almost nobody saw but that she carries home with her, swelled with joy and wonderment. Back to a decades-long civil war that has flattened much of her city. Back to an Olympic program with few Olympians and no facilities. Back to meals of flat bread, wheat porridge and tap water.
“I have my pride,” she said through a translator before leaving China. “This is the highest thing any athlete can hope for. It has been a very happy experience for me. I am proud to bring the Somali flag to fly with all of these countries, and to stand with the best athletes in the world.”
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She looked so odd and out of place among her competitors, with her white headband and a baggy, untucked T-shirt. The legs on her wiry frame were thin and spindly, and her arms poked out of her sleeves like the twigs of a sapling. She tugged at the bottom of her shirt and shot an occasional nervous glance at the other runners in her heat. Each had muscles bulging from beneath their skin-tight track suits. Many outweighed Samia by nearly 40 pounds.
The country of Somalia sent two athletes to the Beijing Games – Samia and distance runner Abdi Said Ibrahim, who competed in the men’s 5,000-meter event. Like Samia, Abdi finished last in his event, overmatched by competitors who were groomed for their Olympic moment. Somalia has only loose-knit programs supporting its Olympians, few coaches, and few facilities.
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When Samia cannot make it to the stadium, she runs in the streets, where she runs into roadblocks of burning tires and refuse set out by insurgents. She is often bullied and threatened by militia or locals who believe that Muslim women should not take part in sports. In hopes of lessening the abuse, she runs in the oppressive heat wearing long sleeves, sweat pants and a head scarf. Even then, she is told her place should be in the home – not participating in sports.
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While other countries pour millions into the training and perfecting of their Olympic stars, Somalia offers little guidance and no doctors, not even a stipend for food.
“The food is not something that is measured and given to us every day,” Samia said. “We eat whatever we can get.”
On the best days, that means getting protein from a small portion of fish, camel or goat meat, and carbohydrates from bananas or citrus fruits growing in local trees. On the worst days – and there are long stretches of those – it means surviving on water and Angera, a flat bread made from a mixture of wheat and barley.
“There is no grocery store,” Abdi said. “We can’t go shopping for whatever we want.”
“The stadiums, I never thought something like this existed in the world,” she said. “The buildings in the city, it was all very surprising. It will probably take days to finish all the stories we have to tell.”
Asked about Beijing’s otherworldly Water Cube, she lets out a sigh: “Ahhhhhhh.”
Before she can answer, Abdi cuts her off.
“I didn’t know what it was when I saw it,” he said. “Is it plastic? Is it magic?”
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Several days later, Samia waved off her Olympic moment as being inspirational. While she was still filled with joy over her chance to compete, and though she knew she had done all she could, part of her seemed embarrassed that the crowd had risen to its feet to help push her across the finish line.
“I was happy the people were cheering and encouraging me,” she said. “But I would have liked to be cheered because I won, not because I needed encouragement. It is something I will work on. I will try my best not to be the last person next time. It was very nice for people to give me that encouragement, but I would prefer the winning cheer.
“We know that we are different from the other athletes,” Samia said. “But we don’t want to show it. We try our best to look like all the rest. We understand we are not anywhere near the level of the other competitors here. We understand that very, very well. But more than anything else, we would like to show the dignity of ourselves and our country.”
She smiles when she says this, sitting a stone’s throw from a Somalian flag that she and her countryman Abdi brought to these Games. They came and went from Beijing largely unnoticed, but may have been the most dignified example these Olympics could offer.
Gmbr bawah ni antara pic yg terhebat yg aku jmp..
memg sgt menakjubkan...
apa2 pun, kamu tgk la sendiri...
Sumber : http://www.snopes.com/photos/arts/sidewalk.asp
Tom was born in Napa, California to Kristine and Melvyn Tom. Her father was a former NFL Football player. Though she grew up with her mom and brother in Salt Lake City, Utah, she spent her summers with her dad in Hawaii learning how to surf.In 2000, she became the youngest woman to ever be selected for the USA Olympic volleyball team at 19.
Tom attended Highland High School, where she set the Utah state records for career kills (later broken when Utah moved to five game matches, still second all-time)[1]. Tom also competed in basketball and track and was an All-state selection in basketball. She placed third in the state in the javelin as a senior and graduated with a 4.00 GPA and ranked first in her class.
She is of Chinese-Hawaiian descent.
# 2003 Pan-American Cup "Best Receiver"
# 2004 FIVB World Grand Prix "Most Valuable Player"
# 2004 FIVB World Grand Prix "Best Scorer"
# 2004 FIVB World Grand Prix "Best Server"
# 2008 Summer Olympics "Best Scorer
Olympic Games
Silver 2008 Beijing
World Championship
Silver 2002 Germany
World Cup
Bronze 2003 Japan
Bronze 2007 Japan
World Grand Prix
Gold 2001 Macau
Bronze 2003 Andria
Bronze 2004 Reggio Calabria
Atas ni info cik Logan Tom yg ku copy and paste -- maklumla, aku bukan saudara mahu pun sepupu sepapat beliau, jadi hnya dgn menggoogle jak aku dpt info bliau...
tp di perenggan ini (aiseh) pendpt ku sndiri mengenai saudari ni...
aku mula menyaksikn permainan beliau pd 2001, Montreux volley master..
ms tu bliau br 18 thn tp sdh cukup layak mewakili USA.. hebatnya bliau...
sejak tu aku minat bliau tp ms tu dia bknnla pemain Fave aku...
Dlm byk2 match, p4mance Logan yg paling dasyat d mata ku ni ms Final volley master 2002 lawan italy (my fave team, n fave player ms tu Piccinini, Paggi, Beccaria)..
Huh.. Dasyat toL kedua2 team mengganas mlm tu...
n til now, aku minat cik Logan... n skrg ni dia my Fave player...
Dia main sgt mantap Olimpik 2008 dari quarterfinal smpi la ke semi n final...
wlupun kalah -- dpt silver jak-- tp Kak Logan Tom ni Best Scorer..
kesimpulannya, dikau sgt ku kagumi.. sekian..
ye.. jwpn kpda artikel "Anda kenal jejaka ini?" adalah seperti di atas...
igt lagi Fantaghiro? igt cave of golden roses?
klu x igt, gi menggooglekan tajuk di atas...
ni watak2 utama citer tu..
Fantaghiro -- Alessandra Martinez
Ramualdo --Kim Rossi Stuart
Tarabas -- Nicholas Rogers
aku sgt2 simpati ngan peserta 4x100m pmpn dari Jamaica..
kesian sgt2.. semlm ms Heat, USA yg telepas baton..
arini final, Jamaica pulak yg wat silap..
Sgt sedih (ceh mcm la aku yg terlibat dlm situasi tersebut)..
Diorg ni Fastest team ni...
Klu x, bertmbh gak 1 emas Jamaica...
klu setkt team biase2, x kisah la...
ni diorg la Calon yg bakal2 no 1..
Cis... daku simpati...
--Malaysia dpt 1 Silver SAHAJA, daku tak simpati.. Coz aku jeles klu ada yg dapat emas, diorg dpt duit banyak--
Amplang merupakan spesies keropok...
berasal dari spesies ikan yg d proses menjadi seperti gmbar di atas...
Bahan-bahan yang diperlukan untuk buat keropok ni : Ikan Tenggiri, Tepung , Kanji, Minyak masak, Bawang Putih, Telur, Gula, Garam dan serbuk perasa yang dibenarkan...
Rasa nya sedap.. sungguh enak di makan begitu saja!
haha...
aku suka mkn keropok ni + sos chili...
sambil minum2 panas.. minum sejuk pun bleh jugak..
klu yg belum pernah rasa benda ni, biasa nya,
klu bagi je benda ni, confirm mintak lagi...
sebab tu aku x bagi org kropok amplang ni...
haha... Kepd cik Uly dan fizz, laen kali aku bagi korg...
rumah ni dari 8 org....
tggl 6 orang..
my sis 2 org kat gombak -- study..
pas tu sorang kat KK -- study gak....
dah tggl 5 org....
then my sis pegi Konvo....
disusuLi oleh my Dad n my Mom -- arini flight mlm g KL....
tggl diriku dan adinda ku yg bongsu....
aku online.... die main PS2....
aku buat keje...
die tgk tv....
aku makan.. beliau makan...
aku tgk muka dia....
dia tgk muka aku...
aku diam, encik tu pun diam..
aku tgk olympic, encik tu pun tgk.. siap bagi ulasan..
aku tgk tv... dia online...
aku tidur... dia tidur....
boring diriku dengan kesunyian rumah ni...
mangsa buli xda...
klu cerita2 pn,xla semeriah klu 6org adik beradik berkumpuL...
akibat dari kesunyian ini...
dari kemaren smpi arini aku mendatingkan diriku dengan
laptop ni untuk online setiap ms...
tapi dah kebosanan tahap 5 bintang ni...
-- x pa... aku akan cari mangsa buli untuk menginap d rumah ni seari dua--
calon --