There was a boy who works and study at the same time. He works at a cleaning company. Everyday, he cleans people's shits. The, the shits would be recycled to produce clean water - New Water. Even though he likes to recycle waste, he eats nothing but garbage. For your info he had graduated from SP.
On one brisk morning, the weather was fine and the atmosphere was chilly. The smell of the air was so fresh until a sewage pipe burst. Shits then scattered around and flew in various directions. As a result, all of the workers died except him as he had the ability to fight and withstand shit.
Out of the sudden, a Chemistry teacher passed by, carrying chemicals on a tray. He stumbled upon something and the test-tube carrying the chemicals fell on some puddles of shit. Gradually, it turns into a shit-monster. It smells like garbage. The smell made the boy hungry. Due to his hungriness, he wanted to eat it and ignored the fact that it was a monster. The boy was safwan.
To fight the monster unconditionally, he farted and farted until the monster became unconscious. He open his mouth and swallow the monster without even chewing. BURP!
Without him noticing, Akma came. He is the father of all villains. Not civilians. His jokes can cause people to laugh until their eyes became swollen, getting stomach ache and most importantly, get irritated.
Zhufar died the next day by the bus stop near Victoria St when a car dashed amd crashed into him (no link! haha)
Every second, Akma is getting more and more evil. Laughter could be heard all over the world. It's the laughter of pain. The shit boy tried to stop him but akma was too strong and too big for him to handle. Akma released his trademark finisher and made the shit boy laugh until the shit boy gave up.
Now, the hero was defeated! The question is who can stop Akma? And how can he be stopped?
While walking on the street, Akma felt scorching hot. It was as though he was in hell. The heat was caused by a hot guy. Akma then approached the guy and asked, "WHY DID THE THERMOMETER GO TO THE UNIVERSITY?"
The hot guy kept mum and only shook his head while flexing his muscle. After hours of thinking, he gave up and demanded the answer.
Akma answered, "TO GET A DEGREE!" hahahahahaha. He laughed menacingly.
*stay tuned as the story continues AFTER A BREAK
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more than words
by frankie j
saying i love you
is not the words i want to hear from you
its not that i want you not to say
but if you only knew
how easy it would be to show me how you feel
more than words
is all you have to do to make it real
then you wouldn't have to say
that you love me, yeah
cause i'd already know.
what would you do (what would you do)
if my heart was torn in two?
more than words to show you feel
that your love for me is real
what would you say
if i took those words away
then you couldn't make things new
just by saying i love you
(just saying i love you, saying i love you)
more than words
(just saying i love you, saying i love you)
now that i've tried to (now that i've tried to)
talk to you and make you understand
all you have to do is
close your eyes and just reach out your hand
and touch me
hold me close don't ever let me go
more than words
is all i ever needed you to show
then you wouldn't have to say
that you love me, yeah
cause i'd already know
(just saying i love you, saying i love you)
more than words
N O T H I N G
dancing to the beat :D
im craving for some things. alot. haha
im craving for some things. alot. haha
P R O F I L E
nazirul and mubin :D
nazirul loves sweets and cookie.
and and vanilla milkshake (:
the only son of abdul moen.
a talking machine haha.
he can talk the whole day without exhausting himself.
k ni bedek xD
has been breathing for the past sixteen years.
nazirul dislikes hypocrites. S E R I O U S L Y!
not to forget pretenders. i think its the same. haha.
currently studying in madrasah aljunied
and is in sec 4.
aspired to be a policeman and a teacher and a motivator and
I WANT IT
this should be useful
basically just famous amos,
double choc frappe, vanilla milkshake,
t-shirt, shirt
,
not forgetting my dreams (:
going to middle-east,
and live life to the fullest wee~!
C H A T B O X
cookiemonster likes famous amos
Part 1
8:20 PM - Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Superheroes in trouble
3:38 PM
"Teruna! Beri patik semangkuk darah sebelum darahmu patik korbani!" Raja Permata menjerit.
"Ampun tuanku, inilah darah yang tuanku mahukan," Teruna menjawab dengan senyuman yang berseri.
"Haha! Nice joke Teruna! Kau bagi aku hati ayam eh?" Raja tertawa.
"Haha! Pandai tuanku," jawab teruna sambil ketawa tersipu-sipu.
"Oh kau nk trick aku eh? Ambil ini!" Hiyaak!
Tiba-tiba, perdana menteri masuk lalu menjerit "Tuanku! Perang sudah tiba! Semua orang sudah tidak boleh membuang air. Sakit!"
Setelah menerima khabar itu, Raja Permata pun SMS Spiderman supaya menolong mereka. Malangnya, sedang Spiderman menghayun dirinya dari satu bangunan ke bangunan yang lain, dia disambar petir lalu jatuh ditimpa tangga.
Spiderman tidak sanggup lagi untuk menyambung amanah Raja Permata kerana dia mengalami cedera parah di kelengkangnya akibat disambar petir lalu tersangkut di celah-celah anak tangga. Dia pun mengambil keputusan untuk meminta pertolongan kawanya. Batman dipanggil untuk menyelesaikan masalah Raja Permata. Batman pun bergegas untuk menolong dan menyambung amanah yang diamanahkan raja. Tetapi, Batman terlupa untuk memakai tali pinggangnya yang mengandungi alat-alat mempertahankan diri. Dia tidak boleh berbuat apa-apa malah, dia dibaling taik kelawar tepat ke mukanya.
Berita itu telah sampai ke Hang Tuah. Dia mengamuk lalu menggambil shotgun dan menunggang basikalnya - ala-ala basikal 80-an. Dalam perjalanannya, sebuah lori mainan telah melanggar roda belankangnya. Hang Tuah pun jatuh tergolek dan di hadapannya terdapat durian yang timbul secara tiba-tiba lalu menusuk kedua tangannya dan dia ditewas dicucuk duri durian itu. Masalah Raja Permata masih tidak dapat diselesaikan.
"Ampun tuanku, inilah darah yang tuanku mahukan," Teruna menjawab dengan senyuman yang berseri.
"Haha! Nice joke Teruna! Kau bagi aku hati ayam eh?" Raja tertawa.
"Haha! Pandai tuanku," jawab teruna sambil ketawa tersipu-sipu.
"Oh kau nk trick aku eh? Ambil ini!" Hiyaak!
Tiba-tiba, perdana menteri masuk lalu menjerit "Tuanku! Perang sudah tiba! Semua orang sudah tidak boleh membuang air. Sakit!"
Setelah menerima khabar itu, Raja Permata pun SMS Spiderman supaya menolong mereka. Malangnya, sedang Spiderman menghayun dirinya dari satu bangunan ke bangunan yang lain, dia disambar petir lalu jatuh ditimpa tangga.
Spiderman tidak sanggup lagi untuk menyambung amanah Raja Permata kerana dia mengalami cedera parah di kelengkangnya akibat disambar petir lalu tersangkut di celah-celah anak tangga. Dia pun mengambil keputusan untuk meminta pertolongan kawanya. Batman dipanggil untuk menyelesaikan masalah Raja Permata. Batman pun bergegas untuk menolong dan menyambung amanah yang diamanahkan raja. Tetapi, Batman terlupa untuk memakai tali pinggangnya yang mengandungi alat-alat mempertahankan diri. Dia tidak boleh berbuat apa-apa malah, dia dibaling taik kelawar tepat ke mukanya.
Berita itu telah sampai ke Hang Tuah. Dia mengamuk lalu menggambil shotgun dan menunggang basikalnya - ala-ala basikal 80-an. Dalam perjalanannya, sebuah lori mainan telah melanggar roda belankangnya. Hang Tuah pun jatuh tergolek dan di hadapannya terdapat durian yang timbul secara tiba-tiba lalu menusuk kedua tangannya dan dia ditewas dicucuk duri durian itu. Masalah Raja Permata masih tidak dapat diselesaikan.
a help from God
9:19 AM - Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Help Me by ~izva on deviantART
i was reading my email when i stumbled upon this short story. well, im just putting it here to share.
Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma prayers, the Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature.
This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!'
His dad asked, 'Ready for what' 'Dad, it's time we go out and distribute these Islamic books.'
Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?'
Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'
Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go Please'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'
'Thanks, Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered..
He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God, the real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'
With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.
She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'
Next week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers, the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want to say anything?'
Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker.
'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband died few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, i was contemplating suicide as i had no hope left.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.
I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly....
I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!'
Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my hand.
As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.
You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'
There was not a dry eye in the mosque. The shouts of TAKBIR...ALLAH AKBAR.. rented the air.
Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated....
He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a father that was more filled with love and honor for his son... Except for One. This very one...
cas
7:15 PM - Friday, March 12, 2010
well, acad's cas were last wk and alhamdulillah i passed all (:
even though the marks weren't good. im grateful.
but, idk what happened to my grammar -.-
klah nothing to say.
even though the marks weren't good. im grateful.
but, idk what happened to my grammar -.-
klah nothing to say.
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