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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

My Best Friend...

Assalamualaikum and hello everybody....
I want to introduce my best friends. she from Pangkalan Balak, Melaka. I call her kak Nad because she old than me one year. Her full name is Siti Nadiah Bte Babge. Now she is studying in Theology and Philosophy course at Faculty of islamic Studies,UKM, Bangi
Her birth on 18 March 1986.She is 22 years old. she has 4 brothers and one sister. Her ambition to be lecture (InsyaAllah).

She is a kind and responsible friend. Beside that, she is an active person such as in silat game (not silat sendeng) but silat Olahraga and also badminton...now she still tranning in tennis sport...(not bad hehehe)..Beside that,she can speak in other language such as English, Arabic and of course Malay..thats all..I hope our friendships maintain ever and forever...i love my friends..

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The Feel That I Wanna Share With...

The feel that I wanna share with.. this poetry in fact I gonna read during our farewell party but I has no courageous to pour out my feeling at that moments. Sad, deeply touched and melancholy sorrow mutually hold with one another become constraint. So in this opportunity I would like to hanging down this poetry here.

If I Had A Second Chance

If I Had A Second Chance
I'd stop looking and start seeing,
And treat everyone as a human being.

If I Had A Second Chance
I'd stop taking and start giving,
Stop hiding and start living.

If I Had A Second Chance
I'd do more listening and a lot less talking,
Enjoy the world and do more walking.

If I Had A Second Chance
I'd take my eyes off my watch and watch off with my eyes,
To notice the trees and the beautiful sky,
Better now than never, I'm just a bit too late.

If I had a second chance,
I would have erased all my past mistakes,
I would have turned all my wrong decisions into the right choices,
I would have changed the course of my life.

If I had a second chance,
I would have shaped my personality little better,
I would have controlled my stubbornness and anger,
I would have listened and respected the ideas of others.

If I had a second chance,
I would have reset the destiny of my life,
I am repenting my past for a moment,
I am wishing for an impossible second chance.

It's not the destination that counts in life
But the journey with the people we love
That's all that really matters...
Such a simple truth so easily forgotten...

I wish I had a second chance.

Asylum for the Verbally Insane

Just to share an activities that we've done during our EF class today (Friday,16th May 2008)
Our instructor Mdm Saripah tell us about certain words that wrote perfectly but its pronouns by muted first letter examples: hour become 'our, honour become 'onour, honest become 'onest but honey can't be 'oney, its still pronouns as HONEY. This is very interesting to me when we go through this today.

**If you want an explanation on this, ask your English Teacher. Hehehe

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England .

We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly,
boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?

Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?
If puns were a crime would I be charged with man’s laughter?

- Hjh Anne (Suzana Soon)

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

My Best Friend...

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