Fantasia and me

I just came back from giant mall; I bought something that I left for two years.do you Still remember of advertisement that has been acted by Mawi and Amani? A perfume. FANTASIA is the name of Malaysia perfume. Fantasia is not just a normal name, but name of hall and glory for metrosexual men. A perfume I don’t know where they came from. On the perfume pack stated this perfume was made in and distributed by Malaysia Company. Maybe it came from Malaysia. On the perfume bottle also stated words I don’t know where it is. EAU DE TOILETTE is the word I just said. I don’t know what it means. Searching at Google translate just mentioned it as a toilet water…what??? Just forget the meaning. Maybe it has very special meaning.

Pack of this perfume also so attracting for guy who love an art. This pack only have two colors. Black and white. Simple for that pack. I cannot tell too much for this pack. Actually, I’m focusing on their smell-scent and product. The smell-scent can explain by men. Some man, prefer to use other perfume. Dunhill, Boss and so on. But those entire products are from other countries and usually used by men. As a Malaysian, why don’t we use Malaysia's product? FANTASIA is the one perfume that u should try. And for me, FANTASIA IS THE ONE I SHOULD OF PROUD OF. Yahh…because I WAS BORN in Malaysia…for those who want to give me a present for my birthday or any event, I prefer you to buy a perfume from Malaysia. …fantastic…

Airborne

"Listen, I'm an aviation mechanic and I'm here to tell you that there isn't any such thing as a perfectly good aircraft"

Airborne, all the way!

If you are lucky, you’ll death!!!

need...

When u wants me no longer need me, then I’ve to go,

When u doesn’t want me and u need me, then I’ve stay,

When u always wants me, but I’ve to go, please let me go,

When u feel little bit tired of me, but you find little bit love of me, hence u needs me,

If u really needs me, never say that u want me.

Because “want” doesn’t mean “need.”

you'll never walk alone

You’ll never lose in the way of war.

A STORY

A man fires a rifle for many years and he goes to war.

And afterward, he turns the rifle to the armory and he believes he’s finished with the rifle.

But no matter what else he might do with his hands, his hands remember the rifle.

Tribute to my father staff sergeant (R) Jumat bin Yusof.

dancing in the moonlight

"Dancing In The Moonlight"

We get it on most every night
when that moon is big and bright
its a supernatural delight
everybodys dancing in the moonlight

we get
everybody here is out of sight
they dont bark and they dont bite
they keep things loose they keep it tight
everybodys dancing in the moonlight

dancing in the moonlight
everybodys feeling warm and bright
its such a fine and natural sight
everybodys dancing in the moonlight

we like our fun and we never fight
you cant dance and stay uptight
its a supernatural delight
everybody was dancing in the moonlight

dancing in the moonlight
everybodys feeling warm and bright
its such a fine and natural sight
everybodys dancing in the moonlight

we get in on most every night
and when that moon is big and bright
its a supernatural delight
everybodys dancing in the moonlight

dancing in the moonlight
everybodys feeling warm and bright
its such a fine and natural sight
everybodys dancing in the moonlight

kerna takut ,semalaman tidak tido.

kerna takut,hampir semalaman tidak tido...pengalamn mimpi buruk yang cukup menangkap jiwa y kecil ini ke ruang ketakutan..ribut taufan yang datang ketika rehat didalam mimpi ckup tok mengenalkan bahawa manusia ini kecil dan kerdil...ketika itu,manusia ini hanya maMpu berkata ALLAH,ALLAH,ALLAH..mimpi ini juga mengingatkan akan mati y datang tidak berbau...bkn dapat dihidu atau dirasai mase nye mati..sebagai hamba, ingatlah mati itu hampir...cume lambat atau cepat dan sakit atau tidak tu je pengakhiran nye....

I HAVE BEEN FORCED...

This story is begun with the forcing from my special friend about the blog…no need to mention her name or we can call her KUNTUM..it has been almost 1 year that I don’t update my blog unless she ask me about the blog…I told her that no need to know about my blog. Only me can write comment and also laughing alone about my blog..kite tukar jadi melayu lak..payah nk tulis dalam English ni..mklum la BI tak power.kite sambung balik cite kita...dia ni kata cepat2 la update blog..tak kisah la cite pe..last2 ak terpikir nk cite pasal kna paksa tulis blog..ape ag..mlm ni gak ak tulis..ak dah ckp dgn dia,blog ak ni dah lame tk update n tkda followers..ak on blog ni just tok luahan hati sendiri tanpa org tau…hahahhah….last2 dia tau..tak jadi private la pasni..

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….

Dan si kuntum pun semangat nk bace blog ak..n dia siap bagi ak tempoh 1 hari.dia bg mase pun sebab ak tnye bila nk kna siapkan...tapi ak masih tiada idea tok di ceritakn….pe la ak nk cerita hek?? tKkn nk cite pasal peribadi kn..kan dah kantoi dgn si kuntum ni…tkut2 diketahui ramai….hahahaha..dan akhirnye ak memilih tok menceritakn tentang paksaan menulis blog…nk cerita tentang the confession of love tak syok lak…ak ni bkn jiwang sgt,so takyh cite pasal cinta2 ni..eeee….geli kot laki cite pasal ni..aku rase cukup la sampai cini…len kali ak nk tulis pasal the confession of love…khas tok sape2 berjiwa romantic..HAHAH..jumpa lagi ye…tata