tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867984846201959042024-03-13T20:02:22.298+08:00Ruqaiyah RahmanEnglish teacher. Wife. Mom Boys. 92. Pahang-BesutRuqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-74680441719404501632020-12-06T10:11:00.002+08:002020-12-06T10:11:17.144+08:00Flashback blogpost lama sambil tepuk dahi dan gelak guling guling<p> Well aku starting blogging 2010</p><p>10 tahun yang lepas</p><p>Ko rase macam mana pemikiran baru nak up mase tu?</p><p>Tapi aku biarkan je posting tu semua</p><p>Jadikan kenangan</p><p>Jadikan pedoman</p><p>Boleh lihat la logik akal aku dan dulu kini dan selamanya macam mana</p><p>Beza banyak jugaklah</p><p>Haha! </p><p>Enjoy your scrolling *ade ke?* </p>Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-40176425323614411102019-05-09T22:13:00.003+08:002019-05-09T22:14:25.905+08:00Who am I?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-38002007937972163632019-05-09T15:26:00.002+08:002019-05-09T15:26:39.603+08:00Living as an adult<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
An adult<br />
exhausted<br />
stressed<br />
workload<br />
cannot escape<br />
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I wonder when it will end<br />
why everyone seems happy?<br />
where did they got their strength?<br />
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I wish I was strong like them<br />
please lift me up<br />
where is my angel?<br />
where is my falling angel?<br />
<br />
Show me<br />
show me<br />
show me<br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-89176125890923455072017-12-18T22:26:00.002+08:002017-12-18T22:26:35.968+08:00Aku dah kawen dan beranak<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Short update and fast and furious.<br />
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Ya. Iām married and happy with my baby.<br />
Officially graduated from the IPG.<br />
Dated married for 1 years 9 months. Married on 13th March 2016<br />
Baby is 6 months old. Born on 9th June 2017<br />
Worked for 7 months, posted on 2nd May 2017<br />
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Daaaaaa... šš»</div>
Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-9861599522074681622016-09-27T19:58:00.003+08:002016-09-27T19:58:55.803+08:00Rasa Penat Tak? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Rasa penat tak?<br />
Rasa penat tak dengan dunia?<br />
Hari-hari ada je kisah dunia ni.<br />
Ada je dunia ni nak cari masalah dengan kita.<br />
Ada je masalah dunia ni.<br />
Kadang kita rasa penat nak hadapi dunia ni.<br />
Kadang kita naik angin dengan dunia.<br />
Kadang kita rebah tersungkur dengan dunia.<br />
Kadang kita padamkan dunia tu sebab kita<br />
Dah penat dah rasa penat.<br />
Tolong lah dunia.<br />
Bila kau nak jadi baik dengan aku?<br />
Bila kau nak jadi baik macam Akhirat?<br />
Bila kau nak jadi baik macam Firdausi?<br />
Kau tak penat ke jadi jahanam Dunia?<br />
Ok dah penat. Bai.<br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-10358076910788818232016-07-23T21:02:00.001+08:002016-07-23T21:02:09.797+08:00Another Update<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hi all.<br />
<br />
Just another update.<br />
Doing nothing for today.<br />
Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Eat. Cannot Sleep. Eat.<br />
and waiting to sleep.<br />
AR (action research) tak update lagi. Takde mood.<br />
Merely I'm on my final year of Teacher Training Institution or professionally known as Institut Pendidikan Guru, Kampus Kota Bharu.<br />
In those days we were so called Maktab Guru.<br />
No more Maktab Guru,<br />
but old folks that ask us will ask "Belaja mano?"<br />
and I replied, "IPG..."<br />
"IPD?"<br />
"IPG...Institut Pendidikan Guru."<br />
"Maketab? Maktab Guru?"<br />
"Yo..maktab guru. hoktulah. Tapi loni panggil IPG."<br />
"Oooooo...Mokcik tau maketab jah. Baguslah jadi cikgu dih. Cikgu gapo?"<br />
"Cikgu TESL."<br />
"TESL?"<br />
"BI...English"<br />
"Oooooo...Bi Air....baguh baguh. Bisola kecek mat saleh ni.."<br />
And so on so on...<br />
Aku layan jela.<br />
dan lepas lepas tu kalau ade orang tanye aku terus jawab maktab guru. sebab malas nak panjang cerita.<br />
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Eh...boleh pulak cakap melayu. Boleh je. Kadang kadang lagi suke berbahasa melayu. Tapi to make this blog internationally and as to brush up my English Proficiency, I will type in English.<br />If you lagi suke I type dalam melayu... Do comment ye!<br />
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Nak suh kecek kelate pon boleyh..well...dah 6 tahun menetap di Kelantan ni. And I senang mengikut bahasa setempat. Hakikatnya I bukan orang kelantan pon.<br />
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Details about me:<br />
Siti Ruqaiyah Abdul Rahman<br />
Trainee Teacher, IPG Student<br />
Staying in Kota Bharu, Kelantan<br />
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Thats all. Ciao.<br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-78667141128388154362016-07-22T20:48:00.002+08:002016-07-22T20:50:00.189+08:00Comeback after 3 years I think? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Assalamualaikum and Hi semua.<br />
<br />
This is a new post of my comeback.<br />
Now my blog back into public after I private it for a long time.<br />
And I thought I had deleted it.<br />
Thank God its not. Thank God its Friday.<br />
for the time being I'm lazy to write...<br />
So let me upload what I am now and then<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2009 during SPM result </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now makeup on</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now makeup off</td></tr>
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Analysis of my face:<br />
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Rounder face. More Sincere Smile. Haha.<br />
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Kbai.<br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-20024520702824306222013-04-07T19:09:00.000+08:002013-04-07T19:22:08.221+08:00Kadang-kadang aku rasa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Kadang-kadang aku rasa pelik<br />
kadang-kadang aku rasa<br />
English is harder than Malay<br />
Melayu lagi payah dari Inggeris<br />
<br />
Aku rasa pening bila belajar dalam Melayu<br />
Jawab soalan English<br />
Bila belajar dalam English<br />
aku kene translate ajar orang Melayu<br />
apakah perasaan ini?<br />
<br />
Aku dirojak-rajikkan <span style="font-size: x-small;">*ini adalah melayu susah*</span> oleh bahasa<br />
Bahasa telah memeningkan kita<br />
Begitu juga TITAS. <span style="font-size: x-small;">*ya, tak habis-habis dengan TITAS*</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Aku bukan minah sejarah."</span> rasa macam tajuk novel.<br />
Aku memang fail sejarah.<br />
Aku tak pernah buat nota sejarah.<br />
Aku selalu kena rotan sebab tak buat nota sejarah.<br />
Sampai rotan cikgu pun muntah tengok tangan aku.<br />
Rotan menjerit, <span style="font-size: large;">"Aku tak nak tangan puaka ini!"</span><br />
Tangan puaka yang tidak makan dek rotan.<br />
Kebal katanya. <span style="font-size: large;">Pelepah tamar </span>gelaran diberi guru Sejarah.<br />
dan dia pun sudah tidak kisah lagi untuk merotan aku.<br />
Aku dipulau. Cukup. Itu kisah lain.<br />
Dan minta maaf TITAS. aku tak sangup untuk menghadap engkau.<br />
Walaupun dateline nya hari ini, tapi aku nak hantar esok.<br />
Barangkali. Insyaallah.<br />
<br />
Aku<br />
Kadang-kadang rasa pelik.<br />
sebab itulah aku pelik.<br />
entah. Aku tak dapat merasa apa-apa ketika ini.<br />
aku cuma rasa sedeh yang amat. sedeh sebab kamu. ya kamu. aku tahu kamu ada di situ.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">you'll get what you did dude. </span></div>
Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-85908306634692177322013-03-24T00:06:00.000+08:002013-03-24T00:06:12.205+08:00Vacation Vocasyen Ohsyem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Staying at Lis Na Ree<br />
Just a 2 Star Chalet,<br />
ok laa ada air-cond, tapi tak sejuk<br />
nasib ade kipas.<br />
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Yang paling best,<br />
swimming pool duk depan bilik.<br />
dan damia pun mula, mulai merengek sehingga tengah malam,<br />
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"Nak MANDI!!!" walaupun badannya sudah belang-belang seperti panda diselar matahari.<br />
daripada hitam menjadi <strike>keling</strike>. *tolong jangan nak terasa*<br />
Gasak engkau lah Damia, engkau kecik lagi, tak kisah pun kalau muka dah sunburn.<br />
lain lah macam aku.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Muka hitam. Menggelupas. Gigi kuning. #bahana Bina Insan Guru (BIG)</td></tr>
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Apa lagi...aku lah yang meneman Princess (damia) mandi kolam sampai aku rasa lapar.<br />
yalah. dah pukul 2 p.m. belum makan nasi lagi. main air lagi. lagi lah berkeriuk perut aku.<br />
aku pun memaki-maki lapar dan damia juga berkeras untuk tidak naik.<br />
<br />
"Mia, kat sana ada kolam besar"<br />"tak nak!"<br />
"Mia, kat sana ada laut!"<br />"Tak Nak!"<br />
"Mia, kat sana ada sungai besar, ada ombak..."<br />
"taknak taknak TAKNAKKKK!!!" terkeluar anak tekak suara jantan damia.<br />
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dan terpaksalah aku call emergency.<br />
hadoi.<br />
Damia damia....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kusyuk tengok pink panther, doc mcstufin, ape lagi ntah. Khemah yang didirikan oleh aku, serah, dan wani. Oya jadi tukang bebel.</td></tr>
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Bakar ayam di tepi pantai.<br />
nasi goreng bekal dari rumah. *maaf tiada gambar makanan*<br />
dan, dedi membakar lalang...secara tak sengaja.<br />
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dan begitulah.<br />
makan malam di Ombak Restoran.<br />
hambar katanya.<br />
makanan lambat sampai.<br />
so-so laa katanya.<br />
mulai menggunakan "katanya" kerana Azwan Ali BIG.<br />
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dan sekarang<br />
mahu tidur.<br />
so daaa :)<br />
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#long time no vacation like this. treasure this memory. maybe for the last time. who knows what happen next. </div>
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Love.<br />
at first sight<br />
I've never been through it<br />
not really<br />
a crush on someone is not called love at first sight<br />
it was called INFATUATION.<br />
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Now,<br />
I've been in the first sight love of me<br />
*nampak macam koya*<br />
I think<br />
the first day we met is the first sight love of him to me<br />
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The first conversation thru the phone<br />
look like we've known so long before <br />
Do we've ever live together in life before?<br />
like a myth of once upon a time<br />
we've met in yesterday life<br />
but in present life we've don't remember any single thing of us<br />
have we ever been married together<br />
or you and I are the best mate ever!<br />
maybe this is like dejavu.<br />
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your SMS<br />
the words was beautifully type<br />
and i've caught a weird feeling when I read<br />
"Insyaallah...mana-mana pun boleh buat. Kita cuba sama-sama sampai boleh"<br />
just for a damn passport. <br />
like you have known me.<br />
but we've never meet.<br />
the word "kita" actually means a lot to a person like me<br />
when you count urself in to form the "us"<br />
"us" means important person we've include together in our life<br />
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just look into this words: <br />
there is no "us" in our relationship anymore, <br />
it's all just about you, you you you, <br />
and it's all about me, me me<br />
we're not in the same shoes *i love shoes please*<br />
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see, the meaning of "us"<br />
okay nevermind. just me being perasan.<br />
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then, I've shock a lil bit when we first met,<br />
I think you too feel the same way.<br />
and the awkward feeling, <br />
a stranger but too mesra, <br />
what that thing?<br />
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then u've wait me all the way at the lift,<br />
I walk so slow, I koya-koya when I walk,<br />
berangan ke Thailand at that time<br />
okay, maybe i've never been to the imegresen kinda thing,<br />
so you want to lead the way.<br />
BUT<br />
untill the way back you wait<br />
and help me with the passport cover.<br />
quite gentleman laa... *boleh puji*<br />
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that day was raining<br />
raining somehow somewhat can be so weird<br />
a weird miracle<br />
a romantic scene is happen<br />
a sad scene is happen<br />
a tragic scene also could happen<br />
what could I say about this scene?<br />
a dream, in the rain<br />
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I've just dont care<br />
I just follow all of your step at that time,<br />
but I dont depend on you<br />
then I cross the street<br />
in the rain I tiptoed, with my blue checkered umbrella<br />
"Ruqaiyah ni cute laa"<br />
I was like.....okay he's just want to puji-puji me<br />
no big deal.<br />
but I never take it serious<br />
takde orang pernah nak cakap macam tu at first time.<br />
even my own lover.<br />
then I thougt it just a joke.<br />
so I ignore that. <br />
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and many-many things after that,<br />
sitting side by side<br />
I just thought it usual.<br />
I dont know what it mean to you.<br />
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That whole day<br />
had give a lot to remember<br />
at first I just dont care<br />
but now, yes, it touched me.<br />
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and many things happen after that.<br />
and I still dont believe this thing.<br />
I am dreaming.<br />
pleasewakemeup<br />
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#love of a god-planned coincidence. zany.<br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-10170304354531531432013-03-14T12:00:00.000+08:002013-03-14T12:00:47.247+08:00Bola Katok itu Kami!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Bola Katok<br /><br />pernah main BOLA KATOK dok?<br />dok pernah? <br />guane ngat mung dok rajin main goni<br />feymes kot taim kecik-kecik dulu.<br />only 92's generation know how it was. <br /><br />aku main bola katok first mase umur 9 tahun, darjah 3. *betul laa tu*<br />PJ kat sekolah, dan sekolah di terengganu, SK SERI BANDI<br />mesti takde orang pernah dengar nama tu<br />ya, aku memang suka duduk dan bertapa di felda-felda, kampung, ulu, hutan bilantara belantara<br />masa tulaa aku baru kenal bola katok. <br /><br />Bola Katok diasalkan dari sofball, besboll,<br />Bola adalah bola lisut, bola tenis,<br />Katok ialah pukul. <br />"aku katok mu kekgi" = aku pukul engkau nanti<br />pengatok yang digunakan adalah <br />kayu bangku kerusi yang telah patah,<br />tiang rumah,<br />kayu basikal adik,<br />kayu plastik, *kayu lagi, plastik lagi, takpaham*<br />senang cerita, segala kayu yang keras dan boleh digunakan untuk mengatok<br /><br />dan kami ada selipar jamban,<br />selipar bata,<br />selipar jepun,<br />selipar fipper,<br />sebagai base untuk memijak ketika lari memutar padang.<br /><br />tengok ni.<br />
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<br /><br />4 penjuru mesti dipijak.<br />anda lihat? *google malay translation detected*<br />sama macam sofbol kan.<br /><br />dan baru-baru ini,<br />aku main bola katok dengan anak murid tuisyen aku,<br />the oldest, PMR, form 3, 15 tahun.<br />aku, 21 tahun, guru pelatih, kecelaruan identiti umur sebenar,<br />terlibat dengan kanak-kanak berumur 13tahun kebawah, 5tahun pun ada.<br />
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mereka memanggil namaku ketika aku ingin mengatok bola,<br />"Cikgu, cikgu, cikgu"<br />wah...rasa bersemangat hebat laa masa tu<br />tiba-tiba rasa macam bermain bola katok di peringkat kebangsaan.<br />
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<br />Abby cakap, "Cikgu katok derah doh, tapi....lari dok jijok slipar" =cikgu pukul kuat, laju dah, tapi tak pijak selipar.<br />Amar pulok, "Aku nak tunggu baju biru comel katok tu.....!" menjerit. <br />bila aku katok jauh, terus dia diam. <br />tergugat laa tuuu...pikir cikgu tak reti main bola katok,<br />see the hand laa main tenis ni...<br /><br />pada petang itu juga,<br />aku merasai my life is complete,<br />rasa sunyi, tapi ada anak-anak menemani.<br />aku juga dihadiahkan karipap.<br />Abby cakap aku suka makan karipap.<br />Memang.<br />
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Do you have a crush?<br />
Have you been crush on someone? *most of the time*<br />
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Getting a crush, sometimes it is annoying<br />
totally when they are psycho and maniac. *isn't it the same?*<br />
ya...like when u eat at cafe, there's someone at the end of corner<br />
will stare u...<br />
and lick their lips...it will look wet...<br />
and their eyes...don't tell me. u noe it.<br />
and they start to searching things in their bag....<br />
*why did I use plural subject? like I have so many crushsss...yeah...I'M HOT!*<br />
they start shivering...can't stop shivering...<br />
and...they...ACHOOOMM!<br />
he use the tissue he got from his bag. <br />he's not searching for his phone to take your photograph.<br />
<br />he just being sick.<br />
sick with flu.<br />
haha...gotcha. <br />
don't be so negative minded.<br />
No one would ever want to be my crush.<br />
NONE.<br />
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and this life.<br />
new life.<br />
I LIKE IT.<br />
Damn much. =_=<br />
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I like the way to be free<br />
Single and Happy.<br />
Like it when I can feel the sunshine shining on my skin...<br />
and not worry to let it burned my skin...<br />
no one will care why i'm so dark.<br />
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and when it rain<br />
I can run to the field<br />
and swim in the puddle<br />
puddle of mud<br />
and roll into splash of rain water.<br />
the rain drop dripping on my cheek<br />
the cold<br />
the breeze<br />
it hugs me<br />
like no one else can..<br />
and I can feel it untill I sick with flu<br />
because of the rain<br />
and no one will ever scold me for being sick<br />
and I love that.<br />
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I love myself and no one else can ever make me happy like I am.<br />
I want to marry myself.<br />
Ruqaiyah, I want to marry me.<br />
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<br />#Like the new single life<br />
#love the feel of being free<br />
#love the memory I had<br />
#still not searching for anyone<br />
#dont want any heartbreak issue anymore<br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-79055764255217883602013-03-08T00:14:00.003+08:002013-03-08T00:24:20.635+08:00Dear Cupcakes...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I miss to burned you so much!<br />
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*start missing home already.<br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-276426374455004812013-03-06T20:03:00.002+08:002013-03-06T20:04:09.692+08:00Wicky Wicked Week<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hye there,<br />
Assalamualaikum...<br />
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hey, my life is full of S**t...<br />
hahaha...<br />
no no no...<br />
just me being lazy...<br />
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SEE...<br />
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Cute desk isn't it?<br />
Fresh look in my library...<br />
small libro gardeno... *pandai-pandai reka nama*<br />
I want that table!<br />
so cute...girly...sexy...luscious...stop it. please.<br />
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Then...<br />
takde idea nak buat assignment...<br />
bundle of assignment...<br />
workload approve and receive...<br />
but..being ignored...<br />
pity assignment...<br />
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Oh Allah...help me being hardworking and enthusiastic fanatical trainee teacher...<br />
I want to get married now... *same lame excuses of quitting studies. HA!*<br />
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that's all bebeh...<br />the merapu lyric for tonite.<br />
I like being bolok. </div>
Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-41739689997596674472013-03-04T02:17:00.000+08:002013-03-06T20:08:41.089+08:00Terasa Dekat Debaran Itu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Desas Lahad Datu, Sabah<br />
benak ku berfikir<br />
aku rasai kehangatannya<br />
dekat denganku,<br />
sebagai benteng pertahanan kedua,<br />
Wataniah diriku.<br />
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Gentar, Chuak, Takut, Serabut perut,<br />
Aku guru,<br />
aku juga askar,<br />
kini aku terasa dekat<br />
ia memanggilku, "Prebet Ruqaiyah datang menerima arahan, tuan!"<br />
aku tak dapat berfikir dengan lebih jauh lagi,<br />
kerana ia amat kabur,<br />
jap, apasal nak kabur...<br />
bukan...aku dapat rasa yang panggilan tu dekat,<br />
macam dah sampai serunya...<br />
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Apabila ku lihat trak askar sebentar tadi,<br />
seperti ingin aku turun dan menggalas M16 itu bersama mereka...<br />
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ya...inilah benak hatiku yang berfikir.</div>
Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-1186320385174862312013-01-06T23:10:00.001+08:002013-01-06T23:15:06.800+08:00Minta Tolong SANGAT!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hei awak...<br />
Mintak tolong ye...<br />
<br />
Jangan ganggu hidup saya!<br />
I'm not even give a damn care about your fucking life...<br />
why did you ever give a damn about me!?<br />
and plz plz plz plz...<br />
go away<br />
get lost<br />
go die laa!<br />
penat lah aku nak kesah kan hidup orang lain nih...<br />
korang tak pernah penat ke eh?<br />
<br />
and btw...<br />
do you ever think that you are an angel?!<br />
maybe your are a bitch princess...<br />
but not a bitch angel!<br />
rase angel sangat engkau ye pompuan.<br />
takpe. aku tahu kau hormat aku kan.<br />
TERIMA KASIH!<br />
<br />
and yang buat gosip murah tu...<br />
tolong laa lelong harga tinggi sikit!<br />
tak laku ke cerita awak tu weh yang nak jaja satu dunia nih?<br />
sekali lagi...<br />
PENAT LAH AKU!<br />
<br />
dan lelaki jongos luar sana,<br />
apa kau pikir perempuan single tu beyotch ke ???<br />
perlu ke nak mention for virgin?<br />
rasa nak sedap je,<br />
tapi kawin nak yang muslimah.<br />
Bagus punya perangai.<br />
and love not meant to be force.<br />
Kalau tak suka tu tak suka laah!<br />
tak perlu laa nak mention cause and effect ke bagai<br />
<br />
Satu lagi nak mintak tolong.<br />
Lelaki buaya kat luar sana tu.<br />
Kalau hati engko dah kene pedih lada dengan orang lain<br />
jangan laa ko nak balas kat orang lain pulak.<br />
aku tak paham betul lah agenda korang nih kan.<br />
friend just friend lah.<br />
kenapa mesti nak fikir another step to something else....<br />
<br />
huh...life!<br />
<br />
<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anyway, still SMILING! :)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Tolong lah...<br />
Aku:<br />
tak pernah nak ganggu hidup korang, so jangan ganggu hidup aku<br />
aku tak mintak pun korang kawan dengan aku, so ikut suke aku laa kawan dengan sape pun<br />
hidup aku love life aku bukan ada sikit pun hal dengan hal gersang korang!<br />
plz leave me alone!<br /><br />END.</div>
Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-40410052813817765562013-01-04T21:05:00.003+08:002013-01-04T21:09:57.226+08:00Penatnya berlesen!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hallu Hallu...<br />
typical blogger... :<b> "Dah lama tak update blog nih...dah bersawang monster spider web dah, berkulat hingus hijau basi lagi melekat berkrim bertempek di blogku ini...."</b><br />
Adehhh....kelashh gituu kan Mek Yah berceloteh....<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">By the way...</span><br />
Tak banyak sangat benda yang yang berlaku di rumah....<br />
Cuma memasak,<br />
Bakar kuih,<br />
bakar Muffin,<br />
Bakar Baju... *tetibe*<br />
Sapu rumah...<br />
Mop Lantai...<br />
Jaga Anak...<br />
buat susu anak..<br />
Menaikkan <span style="font-size: large;">kilo </span>badan...<br />
menjahit..<br />
<br />
begitulahh rutin sehari-hari...tak banyak <span style="font-size: large;">PON!</span><br />
<br />
Hari ni secara penatnya saya ingin mengeluh...<br />
Mengantukknya <span style="font-size: large;">KELAS LESEN!</span><br />
at last...tercapai gak cecita aku untuk buat lesen MUTO KETA...<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> YA... M U T O!</span><br />
Muto tu Motor laaa...tapi Orangg Gganu suke cakap Muto...<br />
Say it! <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">M U T O . . .</span><br />
<br />
okay...good boy...bad girl... (maaf saya hanya menyintai lelaki)<br />
<br />
And the good news about it...<br />
total fees...<br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">RM 1040!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: blue;">murah giler kan...??? </span><br />
tu pun rejeki aku laa kot dapat murah...sebab orang lain semua kene dalam <span style="color: red;">RM1500</span> gituu...<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Untung Mek Yah!</span><br />
<br />
Aku harap aku dapat test JPJ cuti raya cina ni..<br />
dimana aku ingin tulis wish aku...<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I wish I can test my driving on 10th February 2013...</b></span></span></blockquote>
<br />
*harap-harap termakbul!*<br />
semua wish aku yang pernah aku tulis kat <a href="http://ruqaiyahrahman.blogspot.com/2012/07/i-wish.html" target="_blank">SINI</a> most of them are granted...YEAY! :D<br />
<br />
okay...nanti nak tulish wish 2013 pulak... <span style="font-size: x-large;">WOOHOO!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">
<b>Ruqaiyah Rahman</b></div>
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-88917275451628454042012-10-17T16:07:00.002+08:002012-10-17T16:08:17.190+08:00Home Back Rebellion First Timer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Since how long I didn't do any bad things<br />
How long I have not BREAK the rules...<br />
<br />
and this is it...<br />
I'm going home tonight...<br />
although we have class tomorrow...<br />
HAH!<br />
<br />
Nevermind...I just miss ma home...<br />
<br />
Damia!<br />
Maa Teyy misshh u... <br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-70425107801873105662012-10-08T21:11:00.001+08:002012-10-08T21:13:35.346+08:00Cerita Budak Sekarang<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tiba-tiba je teringat pada suatu masa dahulu.... (ada macam cerita kat Astro Ceria je intro camni)<br />
Biarlah....<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">pada suatu masa dahulu....</span><br />
ketika itu saya masih lagi kanak-kanak tadika... *oleh itu menggunakan ganti nama <span style="font-size: large;">SAYA...</span>sebab masih innocent masa ni*<br />
Saya mase kecik pergi tadika la....<br />
<br />
Tadika Methodist Raub atas bukit...yang tu je aku ingat.<br />
Tadika tu...semasa itu...saya masih lagi berusia <span style="font-size: large;">5 Tahun (1996 kot?)</span><br />
EH...kejap. Sekarang umur aku <b><span style="font-size: large;">20 tahun...</span></b><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">20 Tahun = 2012</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">5 Tahun = 2012 - 15</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> =1997</span><br />
<br />
okee...tahun 1997. hehee.... :D<br />
ya...1997...di atas bukit di belakang Sk Methodist Perempuan Raub, Pahang, aku bertadika...<br />
Waaahhh...sungguh manis ayat itu untuk dijadikan kenangan. <span style="font-size: x-small;">*okay, dah cakap aku. Bukan budak Innocent lagi*</span><br />
<br />
Ketika itulah aku belajar English dan mengira dalam Bahasa Cina.<br />
Menarik bukan. <span style="font-size: large;">Bahasa Melayu??? </span><br />
entah laaa...tak ingat pulop. Ade ke dok arr??? aku tak ingat.<br />
Senang cerita takde. Sebab teacher aku semua Chinese dan India je.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tengok tu...multi racial. Ce teka mane aku...mesti tak jumpa punya laaa.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: small;">Oleh itu, kerajaan telah berjaya menanamkan semangat <span style="font-size: large;">Satu 1Malaysia</span> sejak sekian lama dalam diri ini. </span>*tetibe patriotik*<br />
Ahhh...<span style="color: #cc0000;">ngaruk! </span><br />
<b>Balik smula citer tadi.</b> Atau dalam erti kata lain, sambung balik cerita tadi. Aku tahu tak ramai reti bahasa Terengganu.<br />
Time tuulaaa aku belajar English, mengira bahasa Cina.<br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Salah!</span></span><br />
Mengira dalam Bahasa Cina. Aku nak kira bahasa cina buat ape. Bukan aku tahu pun ada berapa bahasa cina mase tu. Sekarang ni pun aku tak tahu. Malas nak Google.<br />
<br />
Pastu...ari-ari kan mase rehat dapat makan biskut.<br />
Biskut ada banyak dalam tin. Amik ikut suke je.<br />
Aku suka sangat biskut bulat yang masin-masin kecik-kecik tu.<br />
Sekarang biskut tu aku tahu nama dia Ritz.<br />
Tapi aku takdelaa makan yang Ritz mase tu.<br />
Yang murah jelaa...kaya sangat laa Kindergarten tu nak beri biskut mahal.<br />
<br />
Pastuu kan satu lagi cerita kan....<span style="font-size: x-small;">*seriously macam budak-budak*</span><br />
Aku ... <span style="font-size: large;">emmm... </span>agak kotor cikit laa...<br />
Pergi laa membunag air besar di tandas tadika itu.<br />
Bangunan lama mana ade air...<br />
pastu yang ketika itulah pertama kali aku <span style="font-size: large;">berinstinjak</span> menggunakan tisu.<br />
Aku takdelaa kene ajar yang tu instinjak dah name pun cikgu aku tu bukan islam.<br />
Tapi sekarang laa baru aku tahu.<br />
Agak <span style="font-size: large;">sadis</span><strike> jugaklaa...</strike><br />
<br />
Tak lame tu aku berhenti tadika tu...<br />
Aku pergi sekolah pulak.<br />
Umur baru <span style="font-size: large;">6 tahun.</span><br />
Menumpang lah kiranya.<br />
Aku pun bersekolah di SK Methodist Raub.<br />
<br />
Pada suatu hari aku belajar tu,<br />
Cikgu kat depan tunjuk kad perkataan bergambar.<br />
Kad tu tulis<b> "CAT"</b><br />
aku pelik....ngape takde gambar kucing.<br />
Selama ni aku belajar ada kucing.<br />
<br />
Kitorang pun baca laa ramai-ramai,<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Cat, Cat, Cat, Cat!"</span><br />
<br />
mungkin cikgu tu sedar kot aku baca lain.<br />
<b><span style="color: orange;">Yelaaa..suara paling nyaring sekali kan kuat pulak tu. </span></b><br />
Dia pun panggil nama aku,<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Ruqaiyah, cuba baca." </span>cikgu itu berkata dengan sopannya.. Of course lah. Cikgu kan. Macam aku. Ihik!<br />
<br />
Aku pun baca, <b><span style="font-size: large;">"CAT!"</span></b> <span style="color: blue;">*cat dalam erti kata kucing*</span><br />
Cikgu tu cakap, <span style="font-size: large;">"Bukan, CAT!"</span> <span style="color: purple;">*cat dalam erti kata tin cat*</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">"CAT laa cikgu. <span style="font-size: large;">C, A, T,</span> kan bunyi Cat!"</span><br />
"Bukan...cuba tengok gambar ni. Ni gambar cat. Mana ada gamba <b>kucing</b> kat sini."<br />
"Cikgu salah. CAT laa. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Cat bunyi CAT laaa..."</span><br />
<br />
Aku pun tak tahu ape yang terjadi selepas itu. Mungkin cikgu tu minta berhenti mengajar sebab dapat anak murid cam aku. <span style="font-size: x-small;">hahaha! XD</span><br />
Tapi, bukan salah aku. Dah selama ni aku belajar <b>CAT kucing.</b><br />
Mana aku tahu ada<b> tin Cat </b>pulok.<br />
Tulaaa...ni semua salah Kindergarten. Tak ajar aku <span style="font-size: large;">Bahasa Melayu. </span><br />
Isk Isk...<br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-69628801887215685542012-09-26T18:24:00.000+08:002012-09-26T18:24:56.154+08:00Yupi Gummies, Tutti Frutti, Secret Recipe, Starbucks??? Saya takkan makan !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div style="color: #cc0000;">
Ini memang perkara berani mati saya akan katakan.</div>
Ya...<span style="font-size: large;">saya berani mati.</span><br />
Atas anda untuk menilai.<br />
<br />
Up to you.<br />
but when it comes to your food....<span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">ESPECIALLY</span> musleem....<br />
Muslim as we know that we cannot simply eat anything in this world...<br />
No <span style="font-size: x-small;">PIG</span>, as usual the most controversial things to be talked about.<br />
<br />
and we must avoid <span style="font-size: large;">SYUBHAH...</span><br />
Syubhah is when there are confusion in two different things, <b>Bad meets Good,</b> <b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Negative</span> meets </b><span style="color: #0b5394;"><b>Positive</b>, </span>then you should choose the good one. Which we have to <span style="font-size: large;">avoid </span>Syubhah!<br />
<br />
Then, what I want to say here that many of us would not know what they are eating now is actually contain Syubhah...and rather not its actually <b><span style="font-size: large;">HARAM...</span></b><br />
sorry to say that...but its true.<br />
but we have take it simply.<br />
<br />
Here...take this.<br />
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<br />there..you can read it by yourself. You can read more <a href="http://www.caloricious.com/product?id=12069" target="_blank">HERE!</a><br />
It was come from Yupi.<br />
What is<span style="font-size: x-large;"> YUPI?</span><br />
Have you eaten it all of this while?<br />
<br />
maybe you wanna take a lil bit glimpse at <b>these:</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feel like familiar to your daily life? yes...it is...<b>BOOM!</b></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Then...any other gummies... <b>Gummy Bear </b>or somewhat somehow...also <b>100 plus fruit gummy...</b><br />
hmmm...afraid that they also included.<br />
I dont wanna put they as haram here because maybe I can be wrong.<br />
but as we know that bones, is also haram for us to eat.<br />
So...as I say it again. Up to you!<br />
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Also you can read <a href="http://www.turntoislam.com/forum/showthread.php?t=75011" target="_blank">HERE !!!</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gelatin" target="_blank">HERE ALSO</a><br />
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and why did I relate it to <span style="font-size: large;">Tutti Fruti?</span><br />
this is because lately I had gone to Tutti Fruti..and I will never go there again.<br />
hmmm...What's the BIG deal?<br />
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YEAH...the big deal is the decorations for your yummy yogurt there has <span style="font-size: large;">GUMMIES!</span><br />
The same spoon, scoop, spatula, whatever it is you used for cedok those coco balls, and also gummies....<br />
hmmm...the contact between them.<br />
Don't you get what I mean, THE CONTACT of using same tools for those gummies and other nitties gritties...<br />
then...what would you say?<br />
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Okay now...if you still don't believe what I say maybe you should head on to nearest store,<br />
scan through the ingredients on all of the gummies.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">SEARCH</span> for these things:<br />
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<li><b>Halal Logo</b></li>
<li><b>Gelatin Ingredients</b></li>
<li><b>Bovine Gelatin Ingredients</b></li>
<li><b>Plant origin Gelatin Ingredients</b></li>
</ol>
and you hardly find the <b><span style="color: orange;">1st and 4th</span> </b>things. <br />
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And what more about <span style="color: #741b47;">Secret Recipe and Starbucks...???</span><br />
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there are secret story behind it.<br />
I rather not say anything because I don't have any proof. <br />
<br />but I don't eat them<br />
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Last word from me...<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Stay away </span>from Syubhah...its much better.<br />
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This is when I want to talk about<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Love, Cinta, Heart and Sayang.</span><br />
What is<span style="font-size: x-small;"> LOVE?</span><br />
Love, does it same to <span style="font-size: x-small;">CINTA?</span><br />
What Is <span style="font-size: x-small;">SAYANG?</span><br />
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<b>Sayang = Love?</b></div>
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<b>Cinta = Sayang?</b></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">Do them?</span><br />
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That's what I gonna talk about.<br />
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I just called to say I love you...<br />
I just called to say how much I care... <i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">*eh nyanyi plak!?*</span></i><br />
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The words I care there, it shows the different meaning of love.<br />
Then when we talk about love, many people <b>misconcept</b> it.<br />
I often said to my friends, <span style="font-size: x-small;"><strike>(yeah, I do have friends)</strike></span> that,<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">"I love you" </span><br />
but its <b>different </b><br />
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when I said it in <b><i>Malay,</i></b> <span style="font-size: large;">"Saya sayang awak"</span><br />
Although it was the meaning of sayang is love, but we know it different.<br />
How about <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>CINTA?</b></span><br />
<i>Cinta</i> also called <i>Love.</i><br />
Then, does <i>Cinta</i> same with <i>Sayang?</i><br />
Does it?<br />
I rather said that it was<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">TOTALLY</span> <b>different.</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">SAYANG</span> is<b><span style="font-size: large;"> not</span></b> <i>EQUAL</i> to <span style="font-size: x-small;">CINTA</span><br />
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I want to substitute the word SAYANG to HEART.<br />
HEART is also not EQUAL to LOVE.<br />
So, it shows difference of love in the two different situation.<br />
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When you fell in love, mostly on your teenage years...it is called love.<br />
A meaningless stupid blind LOVE.<br />
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When you grow up older, then you fell in love again,<br />
now its not only love. It is HEART.<br />
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When you become older, you have your spouse,<br />
and it is not LOVE, it is HEART. <i>something repeat here...</i><br />
LOVE is more to your lust...maybe .... yeah it is!<br />
Love is LUST! you know...I'll make it straight...its about sex.<br />
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<b> but..but but but but<span style="color: #3d85c6;"> butt... </span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">HEART </span>is about sacrificing, sincere and pure feeling towards your love one.<br />
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maybe nobody understand what I'm saying now.<br />
because its just a matter of words.<br />
The words which we see it like have the same meaning...<br />
which actually they are not...<br />
it means different to any single person in this world...<br />
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Next time...when people say <span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">"I Love You"</span></div>
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you must not take those heart easily...it just mean that he/she just care about you as a friend...<br />
not more and not less...<br />
it just it...simple as that...<span style="font-size: large;"><b>BANG!</b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <i>whats with those sound effect.</i></span><br />
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and more...which what that I would like and happy most is...<br />
the <b style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">HEART</span></b> that you give...<br />
I dont want your <b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;">LOVE...</span></b><br />
I just want your heart...which we can stay and live forever with our heart....<br />
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thus, I would like to say that<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">"I Heart You than I Love You"</span><br />
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<i>Ruqaiyah Rahman</i></div>
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-15211247980198045722012-09-25T21:31:00.001+08:002012-09-25T21:36:51.091+08:00Long..... way to go.............<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Huh Hah!<br /><br />Its to struggle now.<br />
Not much time left.<br />
Hmm...okay...my English is going to be suck...SEE?!<br />
After a long time no updating...<br />
and long time grounded with those bulking assignment...<br />
and long time not going home...<br />
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Since when I did miss home so much?<br />
yeah...since all of those fakap things happen.<br />
the needs to have those peace...<br />
the needs of your heart to be heal...<br />
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Food...food...food...<br />
I cannot eat much anymore lately<br />
maybe i dont have those appetite..<br />
those appetite already killed by those mada fakar things...<br />
which make my life a loser...<br />
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Yes... I'M A LOSER!<br />
Are you happy with that?<br />
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Thats all a lil bit ups and down had happen in these two months... (if i'm not mistaken)<br />
Ass...ignments, about 11 of them...all written essay...in two weeks to be done.<br />
more meeting and programs...exhausted weekend and not enough of those beauty sleep.<br />
spend of money on ridiculous things..like RM35 DINNER...yah...it was like uhhh...Fak! (sorry to say that...oppps!)<br />
and more stupid chocolate indulgence cake things...i don't eat those cake FYI !!!<br />
and more tempered MF classmates...which I will not see them next year...bye-bye!<br />
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maybe some good things happen..but I dont remember any of it...<br />
okay now I remember...<br />
which is...eating pizza for about RM50 on my own self... <br />
Lets say that I'm soooo stuffy for about two days...<br />
A small girl like me eating like a devil... :D<br />
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The final exam is around the corner...<br />
still not ready with that..<br />
a lot to learn and to revise up...<br />
more to brush up my language...<br />
and more to impress the examiner...<br />
or not I will be kick out of the institution.<br />
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hmmm...too many about me...<br />
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no more to say. K ciao!<br />
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Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-31823802983646226992012-08-10T21:14:00.003+08:002012-09-25T21:37:15.618+08:00Silence is better... :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you have problem just<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keep Silent!</span><br />
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because no meaning to talk when it useless...<br />
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The end...<br />
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<br /></div>Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-6394276570459148522012-08-08T17:03:00.000+08:002012-09-25T21:37:15.620+08:00Must Do Must Do!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hope I'll do it ALL... (#^^)</div>Ruqaiyah Rahmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08842461314424020858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286798484620195904.post-83668406574549914432012-08-03T12:15:00.000+08:002012-08-03T12:23:18.969+08:00I am a Somniloquy(?) a.k.a Sleep Talker and Madly Sleeping<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Have you ever know that...<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of course you don't know! </span><br />
that I<br />
<span style="color: cyan;">used to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">always to</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">permanently to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a Habit to</span><br />
its my <span style="font-size: x-small;">JOB</span> to<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">TALK</span> while I'm <span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: x-small;">SLEEPING!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ha!</span><br />
It is...<br />
not only <span style="font-size: x-small;">TALK</span><br />
I also<br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">mumble</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f;">cry,</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">I know its still normal yah...</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">shout!</span> ARGH!!!<br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">throwing tantrum....</span>okay let me make its simpler<br />
Curse someone who I cant curse that day, or any day in my life that I want to <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">curse</span> but I couldn't maybe I did not manage to curse him on time...<br />
in conclusion, the people I have a problem with...<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">now, do you think its normal?</span><br />
<br />
I used to curse like this,<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Oi <strike>babi</strike> bodoh, Mung nok gocoh ngan aku ke? Mari ah mari ah...."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: large;">errr.... (_ _").....</span><br />
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or should we laugh out loud (LOL) now?!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!</span><br />
<br />
I also used to sleep talking on person I adore...<br />
like this,<br />
<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-size: x-large;">"Abang, I love you!!!" </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">looks much more cuter right with the pink colour...HELL no!</span><br />
and it was heard by my roommate and she told me...<br />
and I am<span style="color: #e06666;"> <span style="font-size: large;">b</span><span style="font-size: large;">lushing....</span></span><br />
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also I used to sleep talking about my Ex-admire Teacher<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Cikgu, hari ni jom kita <span style="color: orange;">main!</span>"</span><br />
hey...no no no...its not main of "main"<br />
its a real main, like games...<br />
that time the teacher or should I call him Sir...<br />
is the most <span style="font-size: x-small;">KACAK</span> bachelor in our school...<br />
then when he married..<br />
the <span style="font-size: x-small;">KACAK</span> thing has gone...<span style="color: orange;">pffftt... </span><br />
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Hey, do you guys know what are the sleep talking is all about?<br />
<br />
NO...it is not sleep walking<br />
it is sleep <span style="color: #f1c232;">TALKING</span><br />
in malays we called it <span style="color: #cc0000;">MENGIGAU</span><br />
sleep walking is much more<span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"> dangerous and hazardous...</span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">where you can killed people...</span><br />
so I am still in the safe zone...<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I only talk,</span><br />
but the most <span style="color: #f1c232;">peculiar</span> thing is that,<br />
after I talk, then I will wake up,<br />
and I realised that I just talk,<br />
and It makes me wanna LOL in the <span style="color: #8e7cc3;">middle of the night</span><br />
but then my roommate will think that I am still sleep talking...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">haha...what a weird me...</span><br />
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>>>><a href="http://valleysleepcenter.wordpress.com/2010/05/05/do-you-talk-in-your-sleep-heres-what-you-should-know/" target="_blank">Here</a> are more about sleep talking if you want to know more about it...<br />
>>>> <a href="http://science.howstuffworks.com/environmental/life/human-biology/sleepwalking2.htm" target="_blank">Also here</a> are about sleep walking...<br />
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and one more sleep talking that I still remember and proud of it<br />
it is about me sleep talking about Biology Examination when I was in my Matriculation Foundation Programme<br />
I sleep talking:<br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;">"Neuron Synaptic Post Ganglion"</span><br />
Wah Wah...<br />
however none of the topic did come out on the test next day...<br />
Maybe that I was study so hard that night <span style="color: #cccccc;">*like I did*</span><br />
or I was so nervous untill the subject did come into my dream...<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Woah...</span><br />
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That's all I think...<br />
Tata!<br />
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<i>Ruqaiyah Rahman</i></div>
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