Hate it!

Everything turned into my directions until 7am today after full-9hrs laughing and giggling with my colleagues over something which I don't remember. But, I know for sure, it was damn hell funny. Haha.

Why until 7am?

The case began when my supervisor a.k.a lelaki-sexual-harassment came to office. I hate him so much. I may be sound exaggerate but I don't like people came to me and said "...Geram, geramlah" and "...kalau dapat untung ni" all the time with half-whispering-voice and he will stand as close as he can gets every time he want to talk. I'm not comfortable at all. It also happened to my other female colleagues. But, the hate part. I'm not sure. Maybe they like it. And maybe not.

Suffice to say, it happened again today. And I lost my temper. I screamed like I about to be raped! The whole office was stunned. But not him.

He said,
"I geram la, you chubby. I geram."

I said,
"Tak faham ke orang tak suka."

He replied,
"You nak kerja lama ke tak kat sini? Kalau kerja dengan I, kena ikut cara I."

F**k.

p/s: As right now, I'll be alone at office with him from 3am till 7 in the morning. Where the hell are my other colleagues? You all supposed to be here at 10pm!

Thinking of You.

Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed

You said move on
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know

Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes

You're like an Indian summer
In the middle of winter
Like a hard candy
With a surprise center
How do I get better
Once I've had the best
You said there's
Tons of fish in the water
So the waters I will test

He kissed my lips
I taste your mouth
He pulled me in
I was disgusted with myself

Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into...

You're the best
And yes I do regret
How I could let myself
Let you go
Now the lesson's learned
I touched it I was burned
Oh I think you should know

Cause when I'm with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Oh won't you walk through
And bust in the door
And take me away
Oh no more mistakes
Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay...

It has been a while now. But, I still remember. Bit by bit. Part by part. I still can't forget the whole him. I wish I can forget everything all at once. Everything. Every memory of him. I would like that very much. They say, memories will keep us going from past to present and future, later on. I can't even move. Not a step. Not a leap. No never.

They said,

"It's not good to hang to your past for so long, you know. It's not healthy."
"Apelah yang best sangat dia tu? Banyak lagi orang lain."
"He moved on. Kau bila lagi?"
"Forget him. You will." (sounds like Master Yoda. Huhu)
"Relax la. Single bukan berdosa."

He said,

"You will forget me. It just the matter of time."

How I wish it is that simple...

p/s: Why is it so hard to forget about the past? I don't wish for more. I just wish all will be the same, ever again. I know it's so much to ask... And I know my wish will never be granted. :(

Pelik Tentang Truth dan Rasa.

Truth. Rasa lega bila dah diluahkan. Rasa ringan. Rasa happy, tak jugak. Macam2 rasa. Semua yang baik2. Tapi, ada rasa bersalah.

Orang yang mendengar itu tidak rasa yang sama. Rasa tidak melegakan. Rasa pelik. Rasa bersalah. Mereka tidak boleh tidur. Restless. Kasihan mereka terbeban dengan truth itu. Kasihan kan?

Malam tidak boleh tidur. Siang memasak bagai nak kenduri. Raikan apa? Rasanya mereka sendiri tidak tahu apa yang mereka mahu setelah mendengar truth itu. Mereka tidak tahu apa sebenarnya rasa mereka. Rasa marah? Rasa apa?

"Diluah mati mak, Ditelan mati bapak," itu kata orang.

Rasanya patut ditelan je kot.
Rasa bersalah lebih teruk dari rasa sebelum ini.

p/s: Maaf sayangku. Bukan maksud membeban.

Just My 2-Cents About This.

And as civilians.

Actually, I'm not very keen in politics. And my knowledge about politics especially in Malaysia can be considered as lower than average. Way way too low. But, I can't help not to toss something that came into my mind after last night's Buletin Utama.

People, even politicians, are entitled to a measure of privacy within the confines of their bedrooms unless they are breaking the law. And it includes the usage of public toilets and hotel rooms too.

As for me, after knowing about something related to videos and pictures that have been taken in public toilets and hotel rooms make me not wanting to use these two facilities unless I have to, desperately. I always took an extra precautions by looking for cameras in hotel's bathroom because I don't want to end up in any series of public pornography of fat girls. Yucks! I know. But, we never know, right?

I'm so happy that they already taken some actions, legally, over some sick pervert who taken nude/obscene videos and pictures of girls/boys urinating, changing clothes, bathes without consent and distributed them to public. I hope others will then follow it as a lesson learnt and not taking people privacy for granted. We should respect others if we want the same thing in return.

Taken from GoogleImage

As the hot issue of Ms Elizabeth Wong's case, there doesn't appear to be an alleged crime. I don't know whether it had something to do with her position as Bukit Lanjan's Assemblymen. As for her moral misconduct, it is for the people who put her as leader to determine whether she stays or goes. Again, I'm speaking not as someone that on PKR's side or anything. I'm speaking just for the sake of privacy. It just a coincidence that this involves her.

If there is evidence of political involvement in this Wong's case, I believe those losers are more or less the perverts. It must be other ways, right?

It may be a new trend in Malaysian politics. But, I don't like this new trend. It's yucky. How about you?

How about violation of privacy of a girl who urinating in public toilet? She's on no one side. But, people still violate her privacy. People with no responsibility at all. It's so unfair.

p/s: Mahu sahaja hukum mereka yang tidak siuman itu dengan mengambil gambar mereka dan edarkan pada orang ramai. Tapi, ntah2 mereka enjoy jika diperlaku sebegitu. Buang karan saja.

p/s/s: I hate some of my colleagues that became pervert-in-the-making as they like to candid and videotaping in gents. Luckily our toilet is not for unisex. Sick!

Tag from IxoraNajira.

I've been tagged by Xora yang schweet. So, there you go...

The rule: **Use google image to search the answers to the first page of results and post it as your answer. After that tag 7 people**

the age of the coming birthday

plus another 13years. LOL.

the place I would like to visit

InsyaAllah. Kamu doakan yer. :)

the favorite place

rumah Bonda. :)

the favorite food

Sup sayur.
Tapi gambar ni cam x sedap je. :)

the favorite thing

nickname I had

name of my love

my hobby

my bad habit

my wishlist
Next on the line for this tag is...
YOU! I know you can do it.
Rite?

Mimpi Bercium.

Dari GoogleImage

Mereka kata mimpi itu mainan tidur. Betul ke? Mainan ke? Bermain sampai 3 kali?

Mimpi bercium. Kamu pernah bermimpi seperti itu? Tanpa diminta/mahu?

Hari ini, sudah 3 hari berturut2 dicium di dalam mimpi. Dan dalam masa yang sama, membalas ciuman tersebut.

Orang itu ialah orang yang dikenali. Nasib baik lama sudah tidak jumpa.

3 hari. Orang yang sama. Mimpi yang sama. Dan mimpi ini buat tidur tergendala dek panahan terkejut beruk sangat2.

Dalam banyak2, kenapa mimpi ini? Tidak minta pun.

p/s: Mahu sambung tidur. Sangat letih. Tidak mahu mimpi ini lagi. Nanti rindu. Huhu.

Tukang Cover.

Penat la jadi Tukang Cover (TC) ni. Macam takde keje lain je.

Tapi Cahaya selalu tak sampai hati. Camne tu? Kalau tak jadi TC, nanti ada je yang nak cari pasal. Takpelah, TC pun TC lah.

Sampai bila plak tu?

p/s: Nak tips nak elak dari jadi TC seumur hidup. Penat dah!

Love Story.

Thanks for all birthday wishes and presents. I had the fabulous birthday ever since I was in 3rd grade. Seriously.

I had a pre-celebration on Sunday with my family. A sharp 12 o'clock candle-blowing moment with my office mates and also a karaoke-get-together-party with my dearest friends and colleagues.

And at the same time, I received birthday SMSes and also birthday wishes over the net through Facebook, YM and this blog as well. Thanks a bunch. I've been blessed to have all of you to share this 28-year birthday moments with me.

Thanks to Ixora for my blog cake and special post on my birthday.
Mahu yang miow itu. :) Sweet lah Ixora ni.

Here some of my precious (you have to sound like Gollum in LOTR to pronounce 'precious') captured moments. Enjoy. LOL.

The Birthday Cakes. Huhu. Mane tak gem, kan?
My colleagues thought I'm celebrating my 26th birthday.
Huhu. Takpe, awet muda. Haha.

My family

Skully with macam-tahu-je pressie.
Thanks so much. I love JP and Cecilia Ahern. Yeay!

The Party. With dearest friends and colleagues.

This is for you guys. Love Story by Taylor Swift.
I love this song so much.

p/s: Thanks all. I love you. I had a great one.

That 16th February.

Last night. Early birthday bash.

I turned 28 today. Looking back on the past 27 years and 364 days of my life, I have only one question to ask.

What am I doing with my life?

One thing’s for sure though, I have done a lot of things. Good and bad or even a combo. But none are as significant as, like ending world hunger, volunteering for Gaza or getting the US to stop bombing innocent people all over the world in the name of fighting terrorism.

When I was a little girl, I always pictured myself in next 20, 30 or even 40 years old. At the age of 12, I've realized that I want to be someone, somebody rich and famous. I want to have a huge beautiful house and all money in the world. Money is everything for me at that time. I've pictured everything includes the husband, the very handsome-charming husband with 4 kids of ours.

When I reached my 18 years of age, I know I've all grown up. I was waiting for my SPM's result and at the same time got my driving license. My uncle of mine asked me to pick what car that I want to drive after my result come out. I smiled. I said I wanna have my first car with my own money, from scratch.

At the age of 24, I've graduated and working. I leave, run, and live my own life. I wanna my parents to let me be. I know what I’m doing. Friends be the most important things in my life at that time. I live life fast and relax later. I live life by my own rules. I wanna have everything, no matter what were the consequences. I live in the here and now. And worry about the future later or sometimes not worry at all. I just wanna be left alone with my life.

As for today, being 28 years old, I've learnt everything. I hope this age make me wiser. I really hope so. I know it is still long way to go. I will be better in every possible ways. InsyaAllah. Please pray for me.

Sometimes, one can’t help but wonder what are the priorities in life. Maybe this is the age where I'm considered mature but not old. Bright prospects but not overly rated/paid. Or maybe being 28 is when I'm considered stable but not comfortable in life.

This new age phase is the perfect time to try new things. I don't have anything in mind yet but your ideas are most welcome. Other than this, there are things that I need to put in perspective. Being a bachelorette that I'm, I began to wonder if 28 is the perfect time to settle down or should I wait 2-3 or 5 more years. I welcome all suggestions regarding what to do with my life from now on. I'm at all ears.

As for now, I’ll be perfectly content to just live my life like I should, one day at a time, slowly. Who knows, maybe new opportunities are just around the corner.

Until then, I’ll ramble through life at my own pace. With or without you. :)

p/s: Please don't judge. Huhu. I wish nak kawen cepat last night. Haha.

Saturday the 14th.

My name is Nur Sakinah which in Arabic means Cahaya Ketenangan. I’m going to be 28 years old on this Monday and I'm still unmarried. I don't like to use the term single because it sounds like you have no one whatsoever in your life. Although, it's true that I don't really have someone at this very right moment. Haha.

To tell you the truth, I've lost count of how many boyfriends or flings I had since I was young (I'm still young, okay). The thing is, I’m not good looking. In fact, I'll be in 'the not beautiful', if there's a category to it. My nose is too flat for my face (kemek kot, plus kembang). Then, my ear can be compared to flapping butterfly wings, which I always hide with my hair. And my eyes are actually too small for my own good (seriously, I want big set of eyes). And I should loose half of my current weight to achieve my BMI and beats Angie Jolie's body.

Haha. Sounds like not grateful at all, kan? No lah. Just my point of view and how I see myself through a mirror. Alhamdulillah as I was born with everything, cukup segala segi. :) Thanks Allah.

I don't actually want to blab or condemn about my physical appearances. As today is the 14th of February, I think it is sweet nice to talk about LOVE and something related, like my one and only valentine's experience.

I can easily fall in love with someone. Even the guy don't even have any feelings towards me, I keep on treating him like a boyfriend. They used to tell me that I am a very good friend and if it was under a different circumstance, they would have loved to be my boyfriend. Yeah right! In my dreams. Haha. *sarcastic*rasa nak muntah, kan?*

Among all of the guys that I fell in love with, there can never be one quite like Riza. He really got me into him when he quoted a line in one Malay movie at the night of 14th February 2006.

"Baby, 'you're the 99% perfect girl because no one is really perfect.' And I love you. You're perfect at my eyes. I don't care what others think about you." *The quote from the movie are the one in bold letters.* :)

Never knew that my life change after that 14/2/2006. We just walk around the lake of Titiwangsa that night. Hanya bersaksikan bulan dan langit. Chewah! We walked. We talked. And I can't believe that I can actually walk for about 10 rounds that night. Haha. Funny. When you're in love, it can make you do something that you wouldn't do when you're not. There's no fancy celebration. No candlelit. No gifts.

To me, love isn't flowers, chocolates, lavish praises and extravagant gifts.

It's someone loving you, warts and all.

p/s: The next day, we still had the normal V-day celebration complete with the works. Fancy dinner at KL Tower, a full dozen of roses with various colors. And.... Haha. :)

Back to Square One.

I don't missed William's TripleH, that's for sure.
I missed you.

I bet everyone wants to love and be loved. I want that too. Being in love is all about living in the moment. It does not necessarily for the feelings to be between a man and a woman. It also can be among the family members, friends, future lovers and between human. :)

I've felt it. It feels so good inside. Warm. But, it just so long ago. And I missed to feel that again.

I don't know whether the feelings from past few months was genuine. Is it just an obsession? Rebound? Conflict? Filling-the gaps? Or is it real love? I'm not sure. And I don't want to find out. None of it matters anymore.

Well, life is not without its challenges. What matter most now is what I have right now in front of me. My family, friends and work. I have to set my priority and targets. I need to stay focus. I won't let something called love to make me fragile. I believe in jodoh, that's for sure. InsyaAllah, if He lets me have it, I will get it. Please pray for me. :)

Tomorrow is Valentine's day. You may think I'm bitter or a loser for not having someone on V-day. But, it does not matter. I'm still me. I'm still last year big-fat-ugly-single me.

Back to square one. So what? Haha.

p/s: My mum will be in surgery this afternoon. Doakan yer kawan². :)

Almost Complete.

"Jangan minta pada manusia, minta pada Dia. Jangan bergantung pada manusia, bergantung pada Dia."

Ops! Lupa. Post ini tiada kaitan dengan post sebelum ini. :)

Pagi itu. Ahad. 6pagi.

Nekad. Minta pada Dia. Permudahkan urusanku. Tenang sedikit.

Tepat jam 7pagi. Logout. Terus ke kereta. Tak pandang kiri kanan. Meluncur 5252 ke Sri Gombak.

Sampai ke MRR2 area Batu Caves. Jammed sedikit. Thaipusam. Gagahkan lagi. Dalam hati, tidak habis² minta supaya urusanku dipermudahkan. Tenang semula.

Sampai di SG 9/8. Parking. 10minit di dalam kereta. Kumpul kekuatan. Minta padaNya. Nekad.

Keluar kereta. Buka kunci rumah. Semua ada. Sedang bersarapan. Tapi di wajah mereka, riak terkejut. :(

Salam semua. Seorang tak mahu menoleh mukaku.

"Maafkan Kak Nur."
"Korang nak layan, layan. Aku taknak!"

Senyap. Mak terus ambil pinggan. Kami makan sekali. Sekeluarga. Tapi dia taknak. Keras hati dia. Berkaca mataku.

Jam 8pagi. Buka mulut. Tiada penerangan. Ucapan maaf je yang keluar. Semua masih diam.

"Sudah la tu. Maafkan Ayah kerana tidak dapat beri apa yang kamu mahu."
"Kita sedar. Kita salah. Kita tak bersyukur. Maafkan Kita."
"Sudah la tu. Kami semua dah maafkan. Adik kamu, berilah dia masa. Dia malu."

"Hari ini jom keluar. Satu family."
"Kamu tidurlah dulu. Baru balik kan?"
"Jom lah. Dah lama tak keluar sekali."
"Ok."

Petang itu,

1Utama. GSC. Pink Panther 2. Chilli's.

Orang cakap, air dicincang takkan putus. Tapi boleh keruh. Susah nak jernihkan kalau masing² kepala lagi keras dari batu. Bukan mengalah. Tapi memang salah.

Sorry seems to be the hardest word. But I can't afford to lose them. I'm sorry.

"Berapa lagi?"
"Banyak juga."
"Berapa? Biar Mak tolong."
"Takpelah. Nanti kita usahakan."
"Minta tolong kalau perlu. Jangan tanggung seorang."
"Ok."

p/s: Terima kasih Allah. Terima kasih kamu. Masih ada 1 lagi misi. Doakan. :)

Balaci.

Sekarang ini ramai yang jadi Balaci.

Balaci itu lebih kurang sama erti dengan hamba, kuli, pekerja. Kot! Aku bukan kamus. Yang penting aku tahu apa itu Balaci.

Aku bukan cakap pasal orang kerja makan gaji. Aku pun makan gaji jugak. Yang aku pelik, Balaci ini tidak bergaji. Free. Bukan paksa rela. Memang rela semulajadi. Dasyat kan?

Sama ada sedar atau tidak. Dah pun jadi Balaci seseorang.

Tukang kipas tak bergaji. Tukang maki tak bergaji. Tukang segala la. Yang penting tak bergaji. Apa motif? Mengharapkan sesuatu ke? Nak kata gaji, memang la bukan.

Tapi, apa yer? Haha. :)

Pelik. Tapi terjadi. Benar.

Sudah sudahlah. Jangan jadi Balaci.

Betul. Duit bukan segalanya. Tapi, janganlah jadi Balaci.

Boleh. Tapi hanya Dia.

Derma dan Dermawan.

"______ telah menyumbangkan RM100k," berkumandang suara host Konsert Amal Palestin, minggu lalu.

Dah lupa nama host tu. Glamer. Tapi dah lupa.

"Kumpulan_______ telah menyumbangkan RM100k," sekali lagi berkumandang suara host glamer itu.

Setiap kali, hanya nama syarikat/kumpulan/jabatan yang bertukar, amount? lebih kurang sama je.

"Seorang hamba Allah yang tidak mahu namanya disebut menyumbangkan RM500k."

Terus pandanganku teralih ke kaca TV.

"Alhamdulillah," detik hati Nur.
"Berapa Nur?" tanya mak.
"RM500k dan dia tak pakai nama dia." jawab Nur semangat.
"Ye ke? Dia taknak orang tanya mana dia dapat duit kot?" kata mak lagi.
"Tak lah, dia ikhlas kot." boleh ke jawab macam ni?
"Kompeni lain tu pun, boleh claim income tax. Diorang sebut nama taknak orang mengata. Kang tak pasal² orang cakap. Eh, kompeni XYZ tak derma pun?" panjang lebar penerangan mak.

Betul ke macam tu? Ntah. Wallahualam.

"Pernah tak kita bagi sesuatu, kita tak sebut, tak cerita pada orang?"- Eddy

"Kalau nak derma… Tangan kanan bagi tangan kiri tak boleh tau pun.. Itulah ibaratnya..." - Arep

Aidiladha yang lalu,

"Kitorang pegi derma air kat masjid, kasihan mak, dia haus kat Mina," ujar KakMie pada Acu.
"Ohh, ye ke?" jawab Acu.

"Kakmie, lenkali kalau kita bagi apa² pun, kita tak payah cerita kat orang boleh tak?"
"Alah, aku nak share je. Takkan tak boleh?" jawab Kakmie.
"Yelah, kita tak tahu ape orang fikir, kalau terdetik kat hati dia kata kita riak, kan susah. Tak pasal² je dapat dosa."
"Lain kali aku tak cakaplah. Semua aku buat, semua salah. Aku tiap² malam jumaat derma kat masjid apa² masa mak ayah pegi haji. Korang ade kesah?" sambung Kakmie lagi.
"Kan baru cakap tadi, boleh tak jangan sebut, jangan ungkit!"
"Aku nak share je. Takkan share pun tak boleh?" tinggi suara Kakmie. Berdesing juga telinga.
"Yelah. Bukan apa..."
"I GOT IT, I GOT IT!" dah separuh menjerit.

Terdiam kami semua. Salah kot cara. Takpe, cuba lagi. :) Kalau diizinNya, insyaAllah dia terima dengan terbuka. Bukan menyalah. Tapi belajar. Sama².

Tol LDP, tapi hari² kosong.

Cahaya: u ada bayar tol tak baru2 ni.
Dia: knape ngn tol?"
Cahaya: ada x?
Dia: ade, knape?
Cahaya: perasan tak sesuatu yg lain?
Dia: ape ek? tk perasan pun.. maybe cadangan tol mesra pengguna tu kot. dah jln ke?
Cahaya: hehe. bukan la.
Dia: bih tul? ape? yg jage seme cun & hensem?
Cahaya: xde ape la. hehe. :))
Dia: isk.. ape da..
Cahaya: mane plak. i pakai touch n go. xde orang jaga.
Dia: la.. dah lame la camtu..
Cahaya: takde. i nak tahu u notice or tak.
Dia: i dah tahu setahun lepas. isk..
Cahaya: dah lama ape?
Dia: touch n go tade org tu la
Cahaya: hehe. bukan la. i nak tahu u notice ke tak ape yg i perasan. itu je. :)
Dia: tk paham la.. u perasan ape? isk..
Cahaya: ada la something. nanti u lalu tol u tgk la. almost semua tol ade.
Dia: isk.. gaza nyer tabung? dah sebulan dah
Cahaya: memang dah sebulan. u perasan x?
Dia: perasan..
Cahaya: u rasa ada org boh derma tak?
Dia: ada. slalu yg balance tol tuh.. dorang masukkan
Cahaya: u rasa org letak duit syiling ke?
Dia: i ade nmpk
Cahaya: ok.
Dia: ade yg letak lebih
Cahaya: ada satu kat smart tag. org sumer laju. camne?
Dia: ek? bole je.. hehe. betul.. serius boleh..
Cahaya: perasan x kalau u pakai smart tag?
Dia: trust me
Cahaya: u pandang depan ke tepi?
Dia: tk pakai smart tag

Bagaimana pun saluran derma, minta sampailah ke tangan mereka yang berhak. Menderma ada macam² cara. Sama ada beri secara ikhlas atau paksa rela, itu terpulang. Kalau niat ingin membantu, Alhamdulillah. Kalau sebaliknya, setting balik niat yer. Harap² kita semua tak tergolong di dalam orang yang tidak ikhlas dan riak.

Mintak jauh. Mintak simpang. :)

Tepuk dada, tanya hati.

Pandai ke komen?

Komen. Kritik. View. Opinion. Sama ke?

Cahaya pernah ditegur oleh seorang rakan blogger akibat tidak memahami apa yang ditulis oleh beliau kerana gaya penulisan beliau sangat 'tinggi'. Tinggi macam mana? Ntah. Mungkin sama tinggi dengan blog² yang dibacanya. :)

Ini semua mungkin kerana komen² Cahaya yang tak se'tinggi' IQ beliau. Perlu ke IQ yang tinggi untuk komen blog orang? Perlu ke? Ada orang komen panjang berjela. Tapi kopipes je dari internet. Tak patut! At least, ini pandangan hati Cahaya kan? (Actually, I don't want you guys to agree with me. Huhu)

Pada Cahaya, komen adalah 'view' dari pandangan seseorang itu. Mungkin penulis rasa tidak bijak bila kita tak 'sama' dengan apa yang difikirkan oleh 'dia' semasa 'dia' menulis. Tapi pada Cahaya, tak kiralah gaya tulis macam mana. Puitis ke, sajak ke, ape² sahaja. Yang penting pemahaman orang. Sebab orang lain pun yang baca kan?

Seorang penulis novel, harus memuaskan diri sendiri or puaskan pembeli novel tersebut? Kalau orang salah anggap, penceritaan akan jadi kucar kacir. Sama je. Tulis la berbunga². Kalau orang tak faham, tak faham jugak.

Tulisan juga boleh dianggap samar, tak jelas. Salah sape? Cahaya akui Cahaya bukanlah orang yang 'tinggi' ilmu. Dan Cahaya masih belajar. Kalau salah tolong tunjukkan. Dan bukan diam. (Bunyi macam tak puas hati je kan? Sebenarnya ok je ni. Hehe)

Cahaya teringin nak tulis² macam tu. Bila dapat komen nanti, kita tahu ape yang orang fikir. At least, what they can get from whatever we babbled here. Hehe. Ntah. Maybe. Boleh kot.

Tapi walaubagaimanapun, Cahaya suka baca blog tu. Boleh buat Cahaya fikir. Walaupun bukan sampai ke tahap fikiran dia. Dan Cahaya noticed yang sekarang ni dia hanya balas dengan :) sahaja. Smiley face sahaja. Komen 'tak bijak' lah katakan. Atau mungkin orang yang komen diblog beliau men'damba'kan komen² bijak dari beliau di blog mereka. Hehe.

p/s: Kat blog ni, sape² boleh komen. Cahaya tak komen blog kamu sbb mahu dikomen balik. Sekiranya tulisan anda menarik jari jemariku mengomen, kamu akan dpt komen yang berjela² seperti orang tak puas hati. Walaupun Cahaya ok je. Hehe.

Cahaya jumpa ni masa Cahaya bloghopping.
Chomel kan? Tak terfikir plak. Hehe.