Me, Myself and I
- Rean al ben yahya
- I know it is not perfect, But it's life.Life is MESSY sometimes..
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Thursday, November 24, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Spellbound.
Things that he do...
-took care of me when i'm sick..(horrible coughs..red eyes...no voices..)
*but he pat me slowly..feed me...put a wet cloth on my temple and massaged those sore limbs of mine...
-when I told him i need to go to the toilet...
*he quickly find me one (at past and present) (no matter where we are at...in a car...at the mall...at the R&R...)
*he'll waits outside and he gave me the sweetest smile as he stare at me when i'm finish. (like it was the first time he sees me)
*When I said I'm bored...He will looked me in the eyes and asked *did I bore you out?* (Every time he asked me that ...the answers for it will be *Bukanlaaa Fik.... and I will pout*
He will surely... positively replied me back by asking...*Keyh..Now what doyawana do? Or Where doyawana go?* with utmost enthusiasm...
*He buys me the whole cake (it's vanilla!) once...when i felt like the world hated me.
*We cried together when I'm sad...he hugged me tightly cause he knows it will prevent the hardening of this heart. (err ...every times i faced a problem..i would turned my heart stone cold..hee)
*Thousand of deeds has he willingly invested on me... I know that he just need my love in return.
For 6 years...he treated me the same...
No wonder this two years without him seems empty..
to the extent that everyone i'd met...i would compare the likes of them.
And those who have his qualities... subconsciously i bring myself near them.
No longer will I deny...the ache for him.
Now.
I admit.
I am spellbound by him.
Fikree Najib.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
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Friday, April 29, 2011
The Eng.Lit. club fav poem~
Poem of English
Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation's OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation -- think of Psyche!
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough --
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!
*Says who?* - Our beloved Mr. Daniel...heee
Thursday, April 21, 2011
sisters.
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
- Sheelagh Lennon -
P/S- Thank you Nera coz sending me this beautiful poem.
Love you...
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