·Joyeux Anniversaire·

Ilyana Johari Teh dearie,

• The pic says it all
  
• Have a boombastic one yah!! Mwah

xoxo,
Irna Izura Ishak Ismail

Happiness Is Not A Fish

This afternoon, I escaped one class just because of one darn CD. But I left all my notes in the room where the class is supposed to be held. So I can't get in to take the notes...Yelah name pon escape, x kan nk masok kelas tu lak...My next class is at 6pm, so I have wasted 4hours doing nothing. Not that I intend to, but because of this CD makes me didn't have any mood to do something beneficial. So I talked, and talked and went to their class but was listening to Azura's MP3..As time pass by, I felt sleepy. Then suddenly I didn't want to go to my 6pm class. In fact, I have started thinking of escaping many2 more classes as I think that my life of going to classes has finally bored me. So I went back home and sleep Wee~.At 545pm Watie woke me up and suddenly I want to go to class sebab takot nanti menyesal lak. It was a Control Theory class taught by Mr. Mathias. The class was interesting unbelievably!!!After the class, I realize that I am not gonna escape any of my classes anymore :) all thanks to Mr Mathias Foo Fui Lin

What do you think???

»Berfikiran demikian kerana hasutan syaitan .. Menggoyah iman memuncak dosa .. Berdosakah kanda jika kanda menyatakan .. Hati ini menyepi tanpa dinda .Jiwa ini bermimpi gelap gulita tanpa dinda .. Dan raga ini bagai berbudi tidak berbahasa tanpa dinda«

Current Mood: None
Current Listening: None
Current Watching:Monitor Screen

Dust-Free Zone

I really can't stand dust! It make me sneeze all the time besides other major health problems. And believe me, Cyberjaya is totally full of dust. And unfortunately my house in in Cyberjaya :( I am a student...an engineering student...plus, a MMU engineering student whom you know is extremely totally busy with assignments and well you know...study stuff!!!So I don't have much time get rid of the dust in my room [the whole rumah lagi la!!]And so you can guess how terrible the dust condition in my room :| But tonight, it is dust-free zone here...Finally Wee~

YadaYada

As I was looking through my tones of pictures in my computer, I came across this 1 picture which before this I haven't realize how beautiful and nice it is.Well now it's already be my wallpaper Heh. Anyway, I love this picture. I neither look fat nor thin, and so does he. The skin is still reddish white, not like I am now :(. And the picture itself look very happy and friendly and fun to look at. One because I'm in the picture [Oh!Well!!~]. Second because the scenary is nice. Third is because we look very happy and enjoy every moment of everything [Which we are :) and hope shall forever will be Chewah~]. And I really like his-everyday-quote. Instead of saying lempang kang, or cubit kang or baling kang, or sepak kang...he used "Miscall Kang"

Oh! & I L.O.L.O.L.O.L.O.V.E Richard Gere Mwacks~!

Puteri Gunung Ledang The Musical 2

How a Rm150 differ from a RM30:-

• You can even see the makeup of each actors/actresses
• You can hear every detail of the words, regardless of the echo
• You just sit back and relax and can enjoy the show instead of to strain your back all the time just to watch it
• You can see the conductor's hand :P
• The sound is SUPERB!!
• You've got to sit next to many celebrities and famous person Hehe...
• Unfortunately you cannot see Agus Rafiz Hashim in action :( ...FYI, he's my Mr. Timpani Guy :x

Yesterday, my friends and I were having lunch at The Manhattan Fish Market(Did I get it right??) It was fantastic. Lame gell Ok x jumpe derang sume. Asyik cite pasal kesah lame jela. Thanks to Umar Zayeed for the layanan. Thanks to Mak Salwa for paying the bills [Malu gile sebab mak die order air segelas je, kitorang order sampai 3 kuali :|]...

Puteri Gunung Ledang The Musical

PGL The Musical is da bomb!! From 1 to five stars, I'm gonna give them a hundred!!! It was really good. Everyone, even the extras were excellently brilliant. Their performances were superb. Adlin comel sangat menari!!! Anak Sultan pon comel nak mamp. AC Mizal was unbelievable. Bayan was pretty. Stephen Hughes was very fluent but has a very cute way saying "S" and he can really hold a long note veerrryy long & x pecah langsong. Tiara was undoubtly(??!) tremendous. The songs were very interesting. And of course the Timpani Player who caught my attention the most. I am totally in luv with U :*
Kesimpulannye, sape x tgk mmg rugi gell!!!


p/s: Dun buy the RM30 tickets. You won't regret it even if you pay RM150 each :)

Alone

Daddy, Mummy and lil sis went to Jelebu for a wedding and also visiting lil bro.
Other lil sis went to Gombak for her function.
I am here with no interesting thing to do or watch or listen or anything. Sigh~

Just Love This Two Pics :)

¤Touching Stories¤

As I was trying to find something interesting to do this morning, I saw the latest Reader's Digest. [Interesting ker?Erk]My father subscribes it every month and gave to me instead to read . So with tremendous nothing to do, I flipped through it. An article that had caught my eyes was of a picture of a girl, a very old fashioned picture titled Anna's photograph. The story was written by Michael Geisterfer, about his grandmother-Oma Jantje who had a best friend name Anna Drexhage. One day, Anna gave Oma a picture of hers telling that she's going away to Batavia in the Dutch East Indies, long before it became known as Indonesia. She promised to write to Oma, but she never did. Oma then pasted the picture into her photo album.
Anna was greeted by a handsome rich man called Johannes which soon later be her husband upon reaching Indonesia. Johannes was part of the Dutch elite who had ruled the Indonesian archipelago for nearly 300 years. They lived happily with 6 children. Then the Japanese invaded Indonesia and all the Dutch residents were rounded up and interned in concentration camps. The men were separated with the women. In the confusion of separation, Johannes disappeared and Anna never saw nor heard of him again. Later, Anna died of starvation but her children survived, although one just barely. His name was Aren, the third youngest, a thin scraggly boy who had asthma attacks almost felled him that everyone assumed he would be among the first to die,but he lived.
After the war, the orphans were sent to Holland. Aren made his living as a freelance photographer. Being a photographer, he travelled a lot when finally he settled at Edmonton. There he began attending their Sunday morning Dutch-language church services, sitting in the back row, letting the vestiges of familiarity wash over him. It was there that one of the church matriachs, a small, thin woman with long, luctrous hair tied up in a bun, first laid eyes on him. She did not know who he was, only that he was a photographer. With 6 children approaching marriage age, she would probably be requiring his services. "Why don't you invite him over for coffee?"she prodded her eldest daughter. But the daughter was not interested in this reclusive orphan whose hollow eyes and diffident nature kept most people at a distance.
Her younger sister Amelia, though was intrigued by Aren and extended an invitation. Later they began dating and soon get married.
Of all many times Aren drank coffee in the dark salon of Amelia's parental home, he never noticed the photo album sitting on the bookshelf above the tea cabinet. Never, that is until 1983 when he pulled it down and began leafing through it. That's when he came across the faded photograph of the young woman on the veranda.
"Hey,"he said. "That's my mother!"
"No, it isn't," Amelia's mother laughed. "That's my friend Anna, who went to Indonesia in 1925. I never heard from her again. Look," she said, pulling the photograph off the page and turning it over. Sure enough, there in still-legible handwriting were the words"Anna 1925".
"That's my mother," he repeated. "Anna Drexhage."
Oma Jantje stared at him, unable to comprehend this incredible twist of fate. Then tears welled in her eyes. She had always wondered what had become of her dear friend, and now she knew the awful truth. Her sorrow was tempered by sense of wonder: Anna's orphan was now Jantje's son-in-law, a fact that was no longer just dictated by law, but also by the mysterious winds of destiny.

A very touching story. Seems that the world is very small indeed yet I haven't discover it all.

Another touching story...a real-life story happened to my father. He was robbed yesterday night by a Chinese teenager. That boy took his bag, his everywhere-he-go-will-surely-bring bag. His IC, credit cards, quite a lot of money as he just withdrew them, his new handphone, some important documents all were stolen. Luckily he wasn't injured. Nowadays, you can see violence everywhere regardless of whom, who, where etc. To the innocents, do be careful next time, and to the villains, stop doing those crime. Come on la!!!New book meh!! Haiya...Sigh~