名古屋大学若手女性研究者のポスター発表
いい経験になりました。。(^o^)v
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
tag teman serumah ^^
1. Adakah anda kenal antara satu sama lain sebelum anda jadi teman serumah?
yup, sebab satu batch kat aaj. kenal jela, x rapat pun. x ingat pun pernah tegur die kat aaj dulu. bile masuk nagoya sesame baru rapat sket, then nak jimat punye pasal, kitorg pun duk same.
2. Apa yang anda fikir tentang dia ketika pertama kali jumpa?
dia cakap laju giler kot... cool~
3. Berapa lama anda ambil masa untuk jadi kawan dia?
ntahla, diluar sedar tetibe dah jadi kawan. maybe sebab kitorang saling memerlukan since kitorg je perempuan dlm batch kitorg.
4. Apa yang anda semua biasanya bertekak?
dia selalu bising bile aku x makan makanan yang die simpan untuk aku dalam peti ais.. tapi,nanti die jugak yang habeskan bende tu.hihi
5. Apa yang teman serumah anda buat yang buat anda terganggu?
bila dia terlupa tutup sliding door or tertinggal barang die kat bilik or bilik air. tapi tu dulu la. sekarang dah lali dah..
6. Adakah anda berdua mempunyai semangat yang sama untuk bermekap?
dia tiap2 hari makeup dan rajin beli brg makeup. aku, bile ade occasion je. tu pun die yang ajar kot.
7. Apa yang dia fikir tentang anda punya blog/tumblr?
fun katenye.. salah satu cara kitorg update pasal diri sendiri kat memasing.
8. Siapa yang paling lama bersiap pada waktu pagi?
selalunye die.
9. Apakah yang anda berdua tidak perasan tentang masing2 sehinggalah anda jadi teman serumah?
kalo die tengah sembang, die akan melupakan segalanya tentang alam sekeliling..(hyperbola sket,hehe)
10. Adakah anda kadang2 merasa bosan melihat dia setiap hari?
xpernah pulak ade perasaan tu. kitorg pernah je x bersua muke since masing2 bz. we will miss each other kalo x jumpe or x sembang.
11. Bagaimanakah anda mengelakkan ketegangan semasa tinggal bersama?
terima masing2 seadanya and bersifat terbuka dan jujur. no heart feeling. she complete me, I complete her.lol
12. Apakah peraturan yang anda berdua buat semasa tinggal bersama?
gilir2 masak. die tukang cuci toilet and aku tukang buang sampah.
13. Bagaimana anda deal dengan perkongsian bilik air?
xde masalah langsung. kadang2 kalo x tahan sangat, pegi jela tumpang toilet jiran kat bawah or atas kalo mase tu die tengah gune toilet tu..hihi
14. Adakah anda membuat makan malam berasingan?
selalunye x, kecuali kalo masing2 malas nak masak makanan berat, sekadar nak makan megi je, buat sendiri la.
15. Kewarganegaraan?
kami anak malaysia
16. Pernahkah anda menggunakan barang teman serumah anda tanpa minta izin?
hurm.. macam pernah, tapi x ingat ape bende.. (mintak halalkan ye ^^)
17. Apakah perkara yang anda gemar lakukan bersama teman serumah anda?
wat ape pun dengan die adalah fun...
18. Apa yang terjadi bila salah seorang daripada anda jatuh sakit?
kitorang x pernah sakit yang teruk pun, tapi sentiasa ada untuk memasing kalo ade pape.
19. Pernahkah anda terfikir untuk mempunyai binatang peliharaan bersama?
x kot, dah tobat dah nak bela binatang..
20. Apakah perkara paling lucu yang anda pernah buat bersama?
membahan kawan2...haha
p/s: bahasa melayu susah kot..
yup, sebab satu batch kat aaj. kenal jela, x rapat pun. x ingat pun pernah tegur die kat aaj dulu. bile masuk nagoya sesame baru rapat sket, then nak jimat punye pasal, kitorg pun duk same.
2. Apa yang anda fikir tentang dia ketika pertama kali jumpa?
dia cakap laju giler kot... cool~
3. Berapa lama anda ambil masa untuk jadi kawan dia?
ntahla, diluar sedar tetibe dah jadi kawan. maybe sebab kitorang saling memerlukan since kitorg je perempuan dlm batch kitorg.
4. Apa yang anda semua biasanya bertekak?
dia selalu bising bile aku x makan makanan yang die simpan untuk aku dalam peti ais.. tapi,nanti die jugak yang habeskan bende tu.hihi
5. Apa yang teman serumah anda buat yang buat anda terganggu?
bila dia terlupa tutup sliding door or tertinggal barang die kat bilik or bilik air. tapi tu dulu la. sekarang dah lali dah..
6. Adakah anda berdua mempunyai semangat yang sama untuk bermekap?
dia tiap2 hari makeup dan rajin beli brg makeup. aku, bile ade occasion je. tu pun die yang ajar kot.
7. Apa yang dia fikir tentang anda punya blog/tumblr?
fun katenye.. salah satu cara kitorg update pasal diri sendiri kat memasing.
8. Siapa yang paling lama bersiap pada waktu pagi?
selalunye die.
9. Apakah yang anda berdua tidak perasan tentang masing2 sehinggalah anda jadi teman serumah?
kalo die tengah sembang, die akan melupakan segalanya tentang alam sekeliling..(hyperbola sket,hehe)
10. Adakah anda kadang2 merasa bosan melihat dia setiap hari?
xpernah pulak ade perasaan tu. kitorg pernah je x bersua muke since masing2 bz. we will miss each other kalo x jumpe or x sembang.
11. Bagaimanakah anda mengelakkan ketegangan semasa tinggal bersama?
terima masing2 seadanya and bersifat terbuka dan jujur. no heart feeling. she complete me, I complete her.lol
12. Apakah peraturan yang anda berdua buat semasa tinggal bersama?
gilir2 masak. die tukang cuci toilet and aku tukang buang sampah.
13. Bagaimana anda deal dengan perkongsian bilik air?
xde masalah langsung. kadang2 kalo x tahan sangat, pegi jela tumpang toilet jiran kat bawah or atas kalo mase tu die tengah gune toilet tu..hihi
14. Adakah anda membuat makan malam berasingan?
selalunye x, kecuali kalo masing2 malas nak masak makanan berat, sekadar nak makan megi je, buat sendiri la.
15. Kewarganegaraan?
kami anak malaysia
16. Pernahkah anda menggunakan barang teman serumah anda tanpa minta izin?
hurm.. macam pernah, tapi x ingat ape bende.. (mintak halalkan ye ^^)
17. Apakah perkara yang anda gemar lakukan bersama teman serumah anda?
wat ape pun dengan die adalah fun...
18. Apa yang terjadi bila salah seorang daripada anda jatuh sakit?
kitorang x pernah sakit yang teruk pun, tapi sentiasa ada untuk memasing kalo ade pape.
19. Pernahkah anda terfikir untuk mempunyai binatang peliharaan bersama?
x kot, dah tobat dah nak bela binatang..
20. Apakah perkara paling lucu yang anda pernah buat bersama?
membahan kawan2...haha
special thanx to my lovely housemate.
あなたが私の同居人でよかった。
ye,aku tau aku sweet.. =P
p/s: bahasa melayu susah kot..
Monday, November 14, 2011
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
make me strong
I know I’m waiting
Waiting for something
Something to happen to me
But this waiting comes with
Trials and challenges
Nothing in life is free
I wish that somehow
You’d tell me out aloud
That on that day I’ll be ok
But we’ll never know cause
That’s not the way it works
Help me find my way
Waiting for something
Something to happen to me
But this waiting comes with
Trials and challenges
Nothing in life is free
I wish that somehow
You’d tell me out aloud
That on that day I’ll be ok
But we’ll never know cause
That’s not the way it works
Help me find my way
My Lord show me right from wrong
I know the road is long
Make me strong
Sometimes it just gets too much
I feel that I’ve lost touch
I know the road is long
Make me strong
I know I’m waiting
Yearning for something
Something known only to me
This waiting comes with
Trials and challenges
Life is one mystery
I wish that somehow
You’d tell me out aloud
That on that day you’ll forgive me
But we’ll never know cause
That’s not the way it works
I beg for your mercy
My Lord show me right from wrong
Give me light make me strong
I know the road is long
Make me strong
Sometimes it just gets too much
I feel that I’ve lost touch
I know the road is long
Make me strong
-sami yusuf-
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Thursday, November 03, 2011
its his birthday
to my bro Adam,
walaupun kita jarang bercakap. cain tau adam sayang cain. =)
maafkan cain sebab lahir awal sgt buat adam terpaksa menumpang kasih org lain masa mama beranakkan cain dulu. tapi kite still slalu same2 mase kecik2 dulu. main same2, kite main masak2 kat blakang rumah. adam buatkan kitorang nasi goreng,haha. pastu kite selalu gaduh sesame. k.rah slalu backing cain. ingat lagi kite gaduh, adam patahkan cainnye senapang, pastu cain nangis, pastu k.rah bengang (apsal ntah k.rah bengangkan utk cain,haha) k.rah patahkan adamnye payung kepala. kelakar giler kalo ingat balik. pastu dulu kite ade simpan rahsia same2, bile adam terpatahkan abahnye kayu urut, adam bagitau cain, pastu kite g sorokkan same2. bile abah tanye, kite dua diam je. sampai sekarang abah x tau.haha dulu mase cain darjah satu, adam tolong hantar and amek cain kat skolah gune beskal kecik biru. rindunye saat kite selalu same2 dulu.hihi bile dah besar sket, kite dah jarang bercakap. tapi cain ingat lagi, mase tu cain sedih sebab kene marah ngan mama, pastu adam datang pujuk cain. thank you bro.skarang adam dah kawen, dah nak dua dah anak. congratz bro. happy for you.
Semoga Allah sentiasa memudahkan apa jua urusan mu, dan memberikanmu kekuatan untuk menghadapi segala cabaran dan dugaan yang mendatang. ameen~
On Your Birthday
I just wanna wish
Happy Birthday bro
I love you
with all my heart
I'm glad I have you as my brother
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
you should read this..
dah pernah cite sebelum ni, tapi x betul sgt @ x ingat sgt..
cite ni panjang.. tp bacala.. i love this story very2 the much..
【 Marriage 】
「When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes..
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.
— At least, in the eyes of our son — I’m a loving husband...
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
-by sharing media-
cite ni panjang.. tp bacala.. i love this story very2 the much..
【 Marriage 】
「When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes..
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.
— At least, in the eyes of our son — I’m a loving husband...
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
-by sharing media-
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