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Salam hari jumaat. Tetiba mood untuk berblogging kembali :) Mungkin pagi jumaat yang penuh keberkatan ini menyalakan kembali semangat mak long untuk menulis. Alhamdulillah. Pagi ini mak long sampai awal di opis. Semalam dah berjanji dengan Cik Jah dan Kak Maz utk bersarapan bersama. Bro As pun ade sama tadi. Cik Aj pula tak join sebab katanya dah siap masak nasik pagi tadi. Bertuah sungguh siapa yang dapat memiliki gadis kecil molek ini. Rajin memasak. (Ops, cik Jah, sukun goreng you not bad juga!)

Setelah selamat menhabiskan sekeping roti canai dan teh o suam, mak long agak teruja dengan status cik Aj di YM yg meminta mak long msg die dgn segera. Tanpa berfikir apa2, mak long lantas merisik apakah gerangan ceritanya. Innalillah, seharusnya pagi yang mulia sebegini kita disimbahi dengan berita2 yg menyenangkan namun siapalah mak long untuk memilih kisah yang indah-indah belaka. Tiada apa yg mampu mak long ucapkan, moga Allah beri saja petunjuk kepada orang yang suka memutar belitkan cerita. Biarlah orang itu mencanangkan bahawa dirinya di pihak yang benar, sedangkan kebenaran itu hanya Allah saja yang tahu. Langit tidak selalunya cerah...

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Breaking Fast @ The Coast, Alamanda Putrajaya

I was so excited that Sunday evening. Maklum la, lama tak jumpa member2 MBA. Really miss all those good old days with you guys. Most of us already completed the course and struggling with our thesis project right now. Ada jugak yg dah siap .. huhu caya la! Actually gathering ni dah beberapa kali ditunda sebab ramai yg tak dapat dtg before. Finally, everyone agreed to meet on Sept, 30. Reached Alamanda earlier than anyone else, I guessed. Nobody was at the restaurant yet. Sementara nak tunggu semua org datang , pegi la check our reservation dgn waiter kat situ Hmm .. menarik jugak . Nice and strategic location. 15 minutes passed. Started to sms those who'd confirmed to come. Mane sumer org nih? At the end, there were only 5 of us. Me, Kak June, Kak Gee, Maz and wife - Madiha and their little cute baby boy. Huhu kinda of upset but it's ok . We enjoyed the little gathering. Thank you Maz for treating us all :)

Manjalara: The End

Finally, abis jugak citer Manjalara @ TV3 tu . Sapa yang layan tu tau la... hehe . At first, I thought it was like a typical Malay drama yang biasanya stereotype jer jalan citernya . But this one, I have to admit it's quite different walaupun some of the scenes ada gak la yg tak berapa logik . For those yang tak tengok , cerita ni mengisahkan seorang gadis yang plain, sgt chubby and adorable by all people around her known as Manja , suddenly transformed into a beautiful lady, Lara but full of hatred because she believed she was betrayed by her boyfriend. At the same time she was planning a revenge, to defeat her evil aunt, Sahara. Sahara, who was happened to be her boyfriend's mom too, had killed her parents, aunty and all people who tried to protect Manja. At the end, things did not turn as what she had expected. Selain watak Manja , really love to see watak Auntie Zaza . Comel sangat .. notty but sweet! Moral of the story, free yourself from hatred

Women are stupid?

Woo woo..hold on girls. Don't get so emotional. It a question mark, not a statement. This topic actually came out of my head when I was watching Bulletin Utama while having my dinner this evening (Bad habit for those on diet: Eating while watching tv ). A girl, at K. Terengganu wanted to jump from a hotel roof after an argument with her boyfriend. This fellow scolded her for not telling him that she went back to her hometown ( Kes merajuk ler ni lepas kena marah ). Why arr...some women like to do stupid things like this. A 'self- destruction ' I would say. Why did she choose to kill herself instead of killing the guy that broke her heart? Kill him first la, then only kill your self (Ada berani ?). Huhuh ...I'm just kidding guys! Actually my point here is, why do you want to hurt your self. He won't lost anything. He could find another new girl friends. And you? Buried underground. I remember during my school time, my ustaz said, those who committed suicide

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