. : Creative Dissembled Flowers Art

P/S : Some Great Ideas for Part 1 Graphic Students - Texture Project :)

. : Cheritera Chenta 7 : Cuma Dia

"Naz, betul ke kau dah nak bertunang?"

"Hah! Siapa cakap kat kau ni?"

"Eh, aku main agak je.. Hehe."

Bertuah betullah member aku yang sorang ni . Buat aku teringat pulak masa hari orientasi diploma dulu , dapat text ni dari si dia :

"Ira, lepas habis study nie get ready tau."

"Kenapa?"

"Jadi tunang orang."

HAH? Gila punya excited baca sampai tak perasan Fara yang duduk sebelah aku pun dok curi-curi baca text aku jugak . Cheh ! Sibuk je budak ni . Haha . Jangan mara yea Fara :P

Bila aku fikir-fikir balik , tak pernah pulak ada lelaki yang serius dengan aku sampai macam tu sekali . Tak pernah jugak ada lelaki yang berani jumpa mama aku terus terang cakap nak serius dengan aku macam dia buat . Cuma dia :)

16 Oktober 2011 bersama dinasour saya yang kacak . Credit to my brother .

Okay , malas nak bebel panjang . Kitorang memang kurang ada gambar berdua pun . Haha . Err , over excited pulak .


Sorry la Mr Soulmate . Rindu sangatlah kat awak .

P/S : By the way kenapa entri aku yang nie macam makin naik je ? Aku masih ada stalker lagi ke ? Ups , nasib laa kat siapa-siapa yang rasa geli tu . Well siapa suruh baca , kan ? Kwang kwang kwang ~ ! Tapi seronok jugak sebab trafik aku yang makin naik . Hihik .

. : Nail In The Fence

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. 

His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. 

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. 

Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. 

He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. 

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. 

He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. 

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. 

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. 

He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say "I'm sorry", the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."