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<br />dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-6122198139735093122012-01-24T00:49:00.003+08:002012-01-24T01:23:27.235+08:00Being In A Relationship<a href="http://allkoreandrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 512px;" src="http://allkoreandrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span><span >I had nothing important to do lately so I spend my time by watching Korean drama, Heartstrings. There was one part when the lead actress ridiculously chase for someone she loves. For me that is very stupid because it is obviously the lead actor loves someone else and he kept teasing her. And not surprisingly she realises that. Yes, I can say whatever I think is right but is it normal to do so when we really in love with someone? Because I never intended to do that plus I have never been in a serious relationship before. To me, I always see love (between man and women in this case, don't mix up with family or friend or whatsoever) with rationality. I dont know, do I sound very ego @ absurd? yes, I do believe love can turn someone head over heels which will lead us to act weird. I predicted that will happen in the early stage of relationship. After a while, we will get back to reality - my favourite part. Ok, I have nothing else to explain cause I am gonna continue watching the drama even the ending can be predicted. (am I that stupid?)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span ><br /></span></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-51857888952758155252012-01-09T00:58:00.002+08:002012-01-09T01:19:19.678+08:00Fast Track Asasibaru-baru ni ada kemasukan asasi fast track which means dorang ni akan belajar untuk asasi 2 sem je. selama ni asasi upm 3 sem or setahun setengah. dan dorang ni terdiri dari budak lepas spm yang excellent. kira masuk pakai result trial spm sbb result spm mana keluar lagi. kalau ikut info kt blog asasi, tahun ni jugak dorang akan sambung degree. perghhhhh, laju gilakan? padahal baru em.... 18 tahun. <div><br /></div><div>cuba bayangkan mak ko hantar masuk darjah 1 masa 6 tahun. lepas tu masa darjah 3 lulus pts. masuk darjah 5 umur 9 tahun. so, habis spm umur 15. masuk fast track, sambung degree umur 16. ambik pulak kos 3 tahun. maka grad umur 19. wow!</div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-80774455559497073462011-12-22T00:13:00.003+08:002011-12-22T00:23:47.854+08:00Random Post #2It's kinda hurt when people talking about you while you're sleeping and they didn't realise you heard it. I have experienced it many times. People don't understand me. They don't know how tired I felt as I have low metabolism. They were acting very2 nice in front of me. huh. <div><br /></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">p/s: lately I frequently blog about my disappoinment. If you are sick of it, just leave me alone as I am not gonna impress anyone here.</div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-49134124344702572652011-12-20T10:42:00.002+08:002011-12-20T10:46:45.831+08:00Random Post<div style="text-align: center;">My life as a student is getting tougher and harder. However I kept reminding myself to enjoy the hurdles and obstacles as it will be the best moment in my life ^_____^ </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">p/s: lately, I am addicted to watch Running Man. Maybe it can release my stress.</div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-62819946479037821282011-12-13T20:12:00.003+08:002011-12-13T20:45:49.922+08:00Everybody Is Changing<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">It is a title from Keane's song. Yes, everybody is changing by time. What I want to stress here is that lately I am acting differently / pretending because of people around me and I hate it so much. It is like I am not being myself. Telling people I'm okay with this and that but in fact I'm not. I will then do what I absolutely want to, behind them. It is not like I am faking it, it feels more like I'm pushing myself through it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span">I am afraid if I hurt them. In the end, I am the one suffering. Is it the only option I have? *sobss</span></span></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-4057209207653712742011-12-10T17:21:00.003+08:002011-12-10T18:36:27.745+08:00I REALLY HAVE TO READ A LOT<div style="text-align: justify;">After blogwalking to several blog like <a href="http://aididmuaddib.blogspot.com/">Aidid Muaddib</a> and <a href="http://anuox.blogspot.com/">Kahuna</a>, it emphasize my lacking at general knowledge. Yes, I already realised it that is why I said it EMPHASIZED. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last two week I was also awaken by this reading issue when I can hardly answer the Pesticide Science test where I ended up camparing two similar nozzle. I bet those farmers know better than me T____T In my opinion, reading should come together with passion. (my mind is translating the Malay thoughts into English and it is really depressing ;( Last Thursday, my classmates and I attendted a MAPPS Seminar where the genius people presenting papers on Good Agricultural Practices. I was amazed by the way they presented the papers. It seems like they know everything. They can easily answer all question asked by participants. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thus, I am now nurturing the reading habit by doing a lot of references for things I dont understand. As my supervisor said "google and google!" I have been wasting my time by surfing entertainment stuff. But dont simply believe all the information. Do some research, ask the experts. I hope I wont be as "hangat-hangat tahi ayam". Lets read, people!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">p/s: I find it is very hard to express my thoughts in this entry.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">p/s/s: Syadan must be laughing if he reads this post. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>lately he likes to tease me, effect of my bad presentation. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>no heart feeling ;) </div><div style="text-align: justify;">p/s/ss: please correct my english if it is wrong :)</div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-63575920903546039142011-12-06T22:44:00.002+08:002011-12-06T22:53:51.451+08:00I think I start to fall in love with weed science ^________^ but it is quite hard on the taxonomy as most of the grasses look similar. fighting!<br /><br />p/s: enjoy watching running man with room mates.dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-35268011193010689472011-11-26T21:01:00.006+08:002011-11-27T02:42:43.768+08:00FYP (3)<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>I just finished filling my pots with soil for my final year project last morning. Total up 143 pots. yes, it was tiring but I am not stress because I was guided by Mr. lab assistant.<div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFCYRj4jzr6AlQJBp4bTccvAMLBDn34pWKKSDy__VJq2yg4GiSrH7LJ9vp6DkC5dqoJ-_d-WljB8iOZOOUiZOyG4Ht1x2Hn3HMtk8p3CBcQ7oWvMLAnXjqkPWFwvtTbmhaZE2dHC-yEk/s1600/DSC05448.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFCYRj4jzr6AlQJBp4bTccvAMLBDn34pWKKSDy__VJq2yg4GiSrH7LJ9vp6DkC5dqoJ-_d-WljB8iOZOOUiZOyG4Ht1x2Hn3HMtk8p3CBcQ7oWvMLAnXjqkPWFwvtTbmhaZE2dHC-yEk/s200/DSC05448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679374439622151442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78yRbO6tQ9Y53odttRsdE6YSO0KiM_1NICP11DAoBqPHPiOGHl0AUaKRTIX_mnwbJ5dWkyFW9xgC3iMJE3mUif_r0A9ehhQ0VE__29EBL1oNOf77gRtFZ8ri6HOS2RGnmfrVm0mDvvtE/s1600/DSC05449.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78yRbO6tQ9Y53odttRsdE6YSO0KiM_1NICP11DAoBqPHPiOGHl0AUaKRTIX_mnwbJ5dWkyFW9xgC3iMJE3mUif_r0A9ehhQ0VE__29EBL1oNOf77gRtFZ8ri6HOS2RGnmfrVm0mDvvtE/s200/DSC05449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679374968365328130" /></a><br /><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>During my freshman years, I have heard the rumors, risk, the bad story of doing final year project. The cruel supervisor, the damaged plot, the hardship of report writing so on and so forth. Those stories made me afraid to be a final year student. But recently, my perception has changed. As my fb status;<span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><i><b>thank god i am blessed with kind people around me like prof dzol, kak wani, seniors and friends </b></i>:)</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>My supervisor has been very-very-very kind to me. Since he is a professor with many Phd student to be supervised, I thought he wont have time to guide me and I was totally wrong. He still try to make time to to check and correct my proposal and presentation slides. He corrected the slides by himself. I mean, he typed and backspaced my slides with his bare hands. I thought he was gonna tell while I corrected them. He also understand that I cant master everything after seeing me couldn't answer any of the question appointed to me during the presentation;( Seriously, I was touched. I was feeling guilty as I was disappointing him.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>K.wani is very kind to me as she thought me how to construct the phase diagram. She even waited an hour for me to come back to lab after lunch hour. Sorry, kak :( Last but not LEAST, she's willing to key in the data for the phase diagram for me since I cant make it before my presentation day. Auwwww, that was very sweet of you, kak. Same goes to other Master and Phd student like K.Ayu, K.Siti and K.Farhana. They are very helpful. While the lab assistant have guided me with the practical/field work. They didn't just left me <i>terkontang kanting. </i>Did I just sound like giving an appreciation speech after wining an award??? haha.</div><div><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFK7KPyQ6btydLhTuJgJmlIlNFXeo3m_2FfM-lYFNE4TucnQB15w3ybi1B9vj6P6hBlfWhazUUegnc5JLZ9o_ZpR7b9kkbpSfqJ8oSPuH742Nf2Od68VsP0ASOhSZS4mWvrjHs4OV_gU/s1600/DSC05431.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFK7KPyQ6btydLhTuJgJmlIlNFXeo3m_2FfM-lYFNE4TucnQB15w3ybi1B9vj6P6hBlfWhazUUegnc5JLZ9o_ZpR7b9kkbpSfqJ8oSPuH742Nf2Od68VsP0ASOhSZS4mWvrjHs4OV_gU/s200/DSC05431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679374949958040370" /></a><br /><div><div>See, doing a final year project for undergraduate student is not a nightmare. It only depends on you how to control the situation, solve the problems and make some time for it.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxz4AtRaagL9wL0MxFEp1m1gO6hoAa6V-m1R_d5YobTeC_EuGaBKhPksPaAWjmwQqR7CwzHkq3o4Iho7Jp8xXfRvTbWhFjr7I9T5TvAHsmemWXLReHDQxXD6ln_hcL8RC1zW6f8l8pa1o/s1600/DSC05436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxz4AtRaagL9wL0MxFEp1m1gO6hoAa6V-m1R_d5YobTeC_EuGaBKhPksPaAWjmwQqR7CwzHkq3o4Iho7Jp8xXfRvTbWhFjr7I9T5TvAHsmemWXLReHDQxXD6ln_hcL8RC1zW6f8l8pa1o/s200/DSC05436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679374954428376546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span">boring face expression in the lab</span></blockquote> </div></span><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><br /></span><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><br /></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-22968157909867935802011-11-26T19:36:00.003+08:002011-11-26T19:53:56.281+08:00A Friend Like You<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >All these while, I am being independent in my own way. I hate it when I have to wait for people and of course for them to wait for me. I feel burdened. But, sure it doesnt apply for all situation. I am not that cruel to leave people for no reason and sometime I also need accompany. </span></div><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;">Ok, according to my topic, recently I have met a lot of people (spesifically; my new friends) who cant go on their own way. Em. Let me give examples; they need someone to accompany the to meet the lecturer, to pick up their stuff at just 2 metres away and also to always sit beside you during lecture. As for me, those are all simple thing that you cant do without harming yourself. I believe that it was my Abah who tought us (my sibling and I) to DIY our own task since our childhood. Let say if he drove us to the post office, then we have to figure out all by ourselves which counter to go, what to say, how much to pay while he just wait outside. Can you imagine how afraid/nervous I was. (by the way, why do I have to be afraid?)</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These few friend I just met is kinda 'fragile'. They need people (which in my case, it's ME) to accompany them wherever they go. And I felt a little annoyed. I dont feel at ease to do it. You know to just accompany them and do everything with them. That is so gay, okay. Let me give a few examples; a friend even asked me to follow her to get her water bottle on the other table next to us. That was so ridiculous I'm telling you. Another friend of mine already saw the lecturer she wanted to meet, but with all her courage she called me from another building to accompany her to meet the lecturer. WTF? and there was also a friend who always want me to sit beside her in lecture hall. I was OK at first but after all, I felt uneasy. I felt like I have been controlled because these people will first persuaded you and after a few times when you refused, they kinda threaten me in a "mild" way as I said before, they are kinda "fragile". </div></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The only way I discovered to solve this uncomfortable situation is just by confronting and tell them how I feel. I did it last time but there will be an awkward moment where she want to ask me to do a favor but she knew I wont do it. And I guess she is furious and hates me all her life. emm..... I am in dilemma.</span></p>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-86239118549983495682011-11-24T20:41:00.002+08:002011-11-24T20:43:14.632+08:00oh god, i want this damn much. more than i need a printer, erk?<a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/27876_118759091490583_118759031490589_139169_5797049_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 590px; height: 590px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/27876_118759091490583_118759031490589_139169_5797049_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-76792303035452509332011-11-23T20:12:00.002+08:002011-11-23T20:28:10.311+08:00day by day, i am being MEAN to u. <div>no sorry. </div><div>yes, i am pity on you but i have to be strong. </div><div>day by day, i hated u more. </div><div>no sorry.</div><div>you made me fell annoyed.</div><div>as i always hate annoying people.</div><div>u like to complain and moan.</div><div>i feel irritated.</div><div>u always make your pity face to get attention.</div><div>i am sick of you.</div><div>u pretended not to know anything, but u knew.</div><div>i want tu punch u.</div><div>ARGGGHHHHHH......!!!!!!</div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-69304471048582517482011-11-11T20:03:00.001+08:002011-11-11T21:09:50.321+08:00FYP (2)Seriously, pening pulak kira2 formulation dalam lab and this is just the beginning. Argghhhhhh.dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-77287435188633117512011-11-09T02:45:00.002+08:002011-11-09T02:47:36.481+08:00FYP (1)<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Seriously, feeling like a genius calculating data in order to construct phase diagram of my formulation.</span></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-20669070860329435452011-11-04T01:57:00.002+08:002011-11-04T02:02:42.298+08:00friend<span class="Apple-style-span" >I just called several friends just now. Well, from my observation, there are two kind of them</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >1) Wei, knape ko dah lama tak datang jumpa aku??? bla2........</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >2) Dayah, sori, aku dah lama tak pergi jumpa kau. bla2..........</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I know which one I should appreciate more. Thank you, friends ^_______^</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-62227310086806241382011-11-03T15:53:00.004+08:002011-12-01T23:46:52.122+08:00I guess I'm addictedd updating about my FYP<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lets just consider this is my FYP report,hehe. This morning I met Kak Wani. She tought me how to prepare the formulation and do the phase diagram. But she cant show me the practical as the staff didn't know where the glyphosate was. Oh, by the way, my final year project will be about the effects of different formulation of herbicides. The active ingredient is glyphosate while the surfactants (chemicals that will differ the formulation) are methyl ester, organo silicon and alkylpoliglucoside. Which means I will mix those surfactants with glyphosate and see the effect on weeds. Yeah, saying @ reading sure is easier than doing.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> To be more specific, first I have to find the right formulation, do all the different measurement of chemicals to get it, get the well mixed formulation. If they are not, they will form 2 or 3 layers as they couldn't mix. The right mixture of formulation can also obtained from a software *thanks to the technology :) These stuff will be done in the lab. Meanwhile, I have to plant the weeds that will be tested with my genius formulation, haha genius? Feeling like a chemistry wizard or in other words, a scientist ;) Ok, lets get back to the topic. I choose to plant paspalum and diodia. hah, nama nak gah saje, padahal rumput rumpai je, hehe. lepas tu kena gelak dengan kawan sebab tanam rumpai grrrrr. Itsokay, no heart feelings.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So, now the testing part. When the weeds are mature enough, I'll spray them and wait for the effects. Effects that will be taken into the results are the properties of the formulation which are the particle size, surface tension and efficacy. Then I will compare my own formulation with existing products in the market.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>With all the explanation, I really hope everything will go smoothly. Wish me all the best. Now, I should start writing proposal and abstract. Bubbye ^_______^</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-12220275190924901802011-11-03T03:08:00.003+08:002011-11-03T03:23:16.580+08:00fokus.kan best kalau kita boleh fokus dekat satu perkara, endahkan perkara lain. supaya perkara yang kita fokus tu takda flaws. tapi tak boleh kan? sebab inilah hidup. takda cabaran kalau takda halangan. hidup boleh jadi bosan/kosong. sebab tu saya suka sibukkan diri dengan perkara lain. saya fikir dengan itu, saya boleh improve diri. boleh mencari diri. memahami diri. and yes, i've found the pieces of me. yet, not all.<div><br /></div><div>saya manusia biasa. saya tak boleh ingat semua benda. selalu terlupa. selalu terleka. saya tak boleh jadi perfect. tapi saya cuba. saya tak pandai fokus. selalu aja terhanyut. tapi saya cuba. saya tak pandai. saya cuba belajar. tak salah kan mencuba? tapi sampai bila? saya kena berubah. tak boleh asyik cuba je. kena act fast juga. macam panadol actifast mungkin. hmmmmm.......<br /><br />hari ini, saya rasa macam loser. saya bangun lambat. saya terlupa pergi lab (luar jadual). saya tidur lama-lama. saya online lama-lama. harini takda output. macamana nak fokus? okay, saya CUBA. *loser me</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-30258539858922806802011-11-01T23:28:00.003+08:002011-11-02T00:37:13.794+08:00thinking of him<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Still, after trying for half an hour, I cant even sleep. My heart keep beating fast. Yes, I am thinking of him. Of his perception on me, of my performance, of my attitude. All these while I was too shy to meet him and tell him of how I feel. Loser me. And now I am so nervous. I hope it is not too late to change. I want to prove to him that I can do it. But I am afraid at the same time. I guess, I am heading toward depression. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>He, who I am thinking is my project supervisor, Prof Dzol. from what I heard, he is a great lecturer who has contribute a lot in this agriculture sector, toxicology industry specifically. So, why should I keep worrying getting an awesome supervisor? I felt so tense to reach his expectation. Or maybe I should say, my own expectation. I don't want to look dumb in front of him at the same time I cant do it. I don't wanna look like a total loser. What the hell should I do? I am fucking worried at the same time, cant think anymore. woooowooo......sounds like very frustrating. True, that is how I feel right now. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Ok, Ok, thats life. To cheer things up, lets move to good news. Today, I just confirm my tittle (while some of my friends has finished writing proposal). And due to some problems, my department (Plant protection) will held the presentation seminar next two week. It is a total relieve for me. Even we have to submit the extract on next Tuesday, I cant just sit and relax because Prof will be away next week for seminar in Indonesia. So, after expressing my insecurities and doubt here, hopefully I am now ready to face tomorow!!! Grrrrrrr.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><u><span class="Apple-style-span" >Token of Appreciation</span></u></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A zillion thank you to my beloved Mother for the new and awesome laptop. To Anisah, thanks for the advises babe. It is simple but I really appreciate it. To Gedil, thank you for lending your laptop. To Amer, you have grown up, man. I am proud of you. To Mistake, are you hiding from me? </span></div><div><br /></div><div>*yawn</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-8748801843363678802011-11-01T18:22:00.002+08:002011-11-01T18:35:22.650+08:00chemicals are we!rd<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Since I am taking pesticide science and weed science subjects, plus doing final year project about herbicides, I have to deal with all the weird and hard-to-pronounce chemicals such as carfentrazone, <span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; ">pentachloronitrobenzene (PCNB), flutolanil, pencycuron, tolclofos methyl, propiconazole, flusilazol and much more. It reminds me of how do the pharmacy student (which is my actual ambition) learn about them. But anyways, I fall in love with chemistry since form 4, and will always love it no matter what ^________^ </span></span>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-32455136076788253922011-10-29T22:19:00.005+08:002011-10-29T22:31:35.643+08:00homaigod!!!I think I didn't do my very best as emcee for the talk program last week. I was down and really don't wanna think about it anymore. But, guess what? I just checked my email and I realised Dr. Rohani, the President of Malaysian Plant Protection Society emailed me: <div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: 'Default Sans Serif', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Well done as the MC, the only slack was we did not prepare lagu Negaraku, but we had to do the original way, nyanyilah. Been train as agric student, kita kena act pantas! u did great for counting 1-2-3 B4 singing. That was fun worrying but at the sametime funny!TQ for your assistance.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span><br /></span></span></span>one word: yeahhhhhhhh!!!</div><div><br /></div></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-2166659569450685602011-10-26T10:25:00.003+08:002011-10-28T21:10:50.449+08:00Happy Birthday Hidayah Hussin<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> I can now enter night clubs legally and vote for election, hehe. </span>Just kidding. I read Annas Easkey blog on how he wishes himself a happy birthday ;) but this is somehow a coincidence, I didn't mean to wish myself. Today, 26th of October, I am all alone at home. My parents and sisters went to my aunt's at Batang Kali. I was too sleepy to join them plus I bet there will be nothing interesting. My little brother may now has reached Chepor waterfall by cycling his Fixie with his friends. </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Talking about birthday, during the my Asasi years, I will remind all my friends about my becoming birthday one week earlier. haha. I enjoyed did it even I have no reasons for it. As for my family, celebrating birthdays is not our tradition. Birthday is just another day to us. We only got to celebrate it during our childhood with simple ceremony. On my degree years, i planned my own birthday potluck at Bukit Ekspo, UPM. Maybe the reason I did it because I never think people will remember my birthday and throw a party for me. No heart feeling, okay. So to make it fun, I take initiative to do it my self without burdening them for buying cakes or whatsoever. It was very exciting as it was random. I invited friends from Kolej 17 as we seldom meet them for their hectic schedules. oh, I miss the heyday. the end. (suddenly ending this story -__-")<br /></div><br /><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/67555_1528234685682_1229143683_31535809_4198134_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/67555_1528234685682_1229143683_31535809_4198134_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><br /></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-41785258008677274572011-10-20T01:20:00.002+08:002011-10-20T01:26:12.082+08:00random post #3<ol><li>rasa nak demam. dua kali bawak motor dalam hujan :(</li><li>weekend ni jadi emcee untuk program MAPPS. (atas request En.Z sendiri ;)</li><li>i miss my momma ;(</li><li>again, rasa nk demam ;(</li></ol><div><br /></div><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/69057_1528202724883_1229143683_31535773_598976_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/69057_1528202724883_1229143683_31535773_598976_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-72143382937354445832011-10-07T02:01:00.002+08:002011-10-07T02:04:56.480+08:00random post #2<div style="text-align: center;">I dont wanna be stupid. Like doing things that's obviously wrong! </div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div style="text-align: center;">-</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">but I did. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">T______T</div></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-67569087827182546502011-10-05T01:00:00.002+08:002011-10-05T01:15:46.403+08:00Random post<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in; "></p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol; "><span>©<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "> </span></span></span><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; ">Last week, I had fever for a day. Consequently, 3 friends of mine telling me that I’m losing weight ;)</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol; "><span>©<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; ">While organizing my stuff, I found my not-so-old diary. I read about my friend doing nasty thing to me and how I just be patient to her. Why am I that stupid????</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol; "><span>©<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; ">Went to my sister’s convocation at UKM. Their jubah colour is differ for each course. Can u imagine how colourful the convo day at UKM??</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol; "><span>©<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; ">I am starting a small business with Pian. We’re selling hotdogs!</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol; "><span>©<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; ">Still, not proposing my FYP title to my supervisor yet.</span></span></span><!--[if !supportLists]--><p></p>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753122912363911433.post-27892716810173263682011-10-02T20:57:00.010+08:002011-10-03T00:22:49.631+08:00my first attempt emcee-ing in english<div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="color: black; white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">During my asasi years, I tried to find an interesting stuff to do to fill my leisure time. The great thing I should be grateful about myself is that I can sometime be optimistic. I made myself believe that everything can be learnt, only certain things need talent. I like to try new things unfortunately I don't have chances (in terms of money and time. I was once a nerd during my school hood so I focus on studying). Seeing my friend, Fiza always offered to be an emcee urgently for any formal event, made me think why don’t I try emceeing? Fiza is actually a debater. I guess she doesn’t even has basic in this stuff (until MGP 2008 when Abg. Zul trained her). On 2008, when my batch was organizing a formal dinner for the Pusat Asasi to celebrate our seniors, I randomly offered myself to be the emcee. I arranged meeting with experienced people like Fiza and the multitalented and friendly Kak Kinah (she can sing, emceeing, dj-ing) to learn about emcee, mostly on the voice tone, body languages and gestures and so on. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudq1leGfJcaxAtfwCeb5wS-w3lEjjhT9Nm8W01b5nqaFinXkUFY5vVXbaE8Y-CdE-FpiyFwPvmIJITnbLC7RLqi8walm-e0DKPsFe2PeBkPA3vuctyPB9PtFpDJ0VmCNpeRGXcImIt-8/s1600/DSC02176.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudq1leGfJcaxAtfwCeb5wS-w3lEjjhT9Nm8W01b5nqaFinXkUFY5vVXbaE8Y-CdE-FpiyFwPvmIJITnbLC7RLqi8walm-e0DKPsFe2PeBkPA3vuctyPB9PtFpDJ0VmCNpeRGXcImIt-8/s400/DSC02176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658885706558332306" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">The after party picture with Syafik as no one will captured emcee picture during the ceremony </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Wingdings; "><span>L</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span">The first time I tried to be a formal emcee, back in 2008 during the Pusat Asasi Sains Pertanian annual dinner at The Mines Spa and Resort. There is one disadvantage of being an emcee. You will sometime be the very first or the unlucky last person to have your meal. For sure you have to control your food intake before the ceremony and get ready quickly and may already lost appetite at the end of the event. But it never fades away my interest in emceeing. </span><u style="color: black; "><o:p></o:p></u></span></p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><img style="width:400px;height:300px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2672/211/102/1229143683/n1229143683_30430974_7855493.jpg" /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Next, back in 2009, I was the emcee of my college dinner. This time, I also got a specific emcee lesson from Abg. Zul and my emcee partner, Nazri. They are both very experience in this stuff as they are the UPM emcee. They’ve got to host many UPM big ceremonies like Malam Tunas Budaya, Majlis Konvokesyen and etc. <span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><o:p> </o:p></span>After that, I still continue emceeing small event as hobby. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%; "><br /></p></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><img style="width:400px;height:300px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/313851_2416830901244_1265514087_2861380_741654187_n.jpg" /></div></div></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Recently, this was my very first experience emceeing in English. As part of the Program Planning Division of the third International Agriculture Student Symposium (IASS), I was told to host the exposure night of IASS among volunteers. And it will be held in ENGLISH!!!! I’ve never tried it. The first and foremost thing I am afraid is my pronunciations. <span> </span>We (Pradeep and me) practiced only 30 minutes before the ceremony. I was very nervous. Luckily, it all went well. (fuhhhh…….). Our advisor, Encik Zakaria Sidek even praised me in front of everybody for my sweet voice (ahaksss). I felt very relieved and happy. The night goes on and I’ll never forget it. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span">According to my story, there are a lot more I need to learn. And I have planned if I don’t have future in agriculture field, I’d like to try emcee profession. However, AGRICULTURE IS MY PRIORITY. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>dayahdayahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15971333900362458165noreply@blogger.com2