strawberry fields forever by beatles

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is I think it's not too bad.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Always know sometimes think it's me, but you know I know and it's a dream.
I think I know of thee, ah yes, but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

note: i'm going to strawberry fields.. it was my past. the melody feel the change now and the past.ahaha kalau dulu masa sekolah aku selalu merungut bila la dapat aku habiskan sesi sekolah dan tamat pengajian?tapi bila da menjadi matang, waktu kecil waktu bersekolah, waktu bermain, waktu membaca, waktu ponteng, itu semua menarik berbanding dengan kehidupan dewasa. Cuma waktu sekolah dlu aku terlalu nakal. hahaha mungkin ramai tak suka dengan perangai nakal aku masa itu. tapi tak hairan la nakal, masa muda aku cetek berfikir.

Hajar+Nazri engagement_part3

Hajar+Nazri engagement_part 2

Nazri+Hajar engagement

simple day

sabtuday, bangun pagi tanpa mandi berus gigi terus berjogging dengan fareha,nana dan kawan nana, sebenarnya terlalu lama tak berjogging, jantung pun macam tak stabil. Nikotin yg merosakkan darah,paruparu,jantung dan lain-lain. Masa jogging sembang dengan sorang polis sambil jogging, dia cerita pasal makanan sekarang. Makanan sekarang memang banyak racun, aku selalu baca juga artikel pasal makanan sekarang.

Walaupun sekarang senang dan canggih tapi tetap banyak kelemahan. Makanan segera, makanan ringan dan lain-lain memang merebak dan jadi trend.

semakin hitam semakin anggun

Penat tubuh badan, rasa macam nak tidur seharian dan jadi budak malas.
Kulit dah berubah warna dari sawo matang ke hitam secara perlahan-lahan.
kerap sangat aku main bawah matahari terik.

note: semakin hitam semakin anggun.

hiding

jauh dalam dia sembunyi,
masih dapat rasa sesuatu tapi masih samar.

stim kayuh basikal

Balik tg.malim sabtu ahad memang rilex. Pagi petang malam kayuh basikal.orgasm dengan mengayuh buat betis jadi keras.Dengan demam instax lagi buat huru hara sekejap, instax memang puas tp nafsu kena kawal sebab filem polaroid dia mahal, big size rm36 untuk 10 keping. Bocor poket.

hujan panas trailer

wayangworks' 'HUJAN PANAS' (Afternoon Rain) Official Trailer HD 2011 from nadiah hamzah on Vimeo.

SYNOPSIS

For the longest time, Zaki has dreamed about coming to America. He enrolls himself in a business course and finds himself in New York City – in an apartment with two illegal Indonesian immigrants; Ferdy and Mira, in Flushing, Queens. As he grapples with the harsh reality of living in the city, he finds himself slowly attracted to Mira. She helps him realize the possibilities of starting life anew – possibilities that are threatened by an impending marriage and his awaited return to Malaysia.

havin fun at port dick.

us nhs

politik,kuasa,wang ringgit buat manusia hilang perikemanusiaan,

orang lain tertindas dan yang tertindas makin tertindas,

kenapa buka tak buka mata lagi?

sampai bila nak tutup sebelah mata?

national health service,

percuma sebenarnya, percuma pada atas kertas,

realitinya ubat dibayar,segala memakan kos yang tinggi,

doktor pula mengejar kemewahan, janji seorang doktor hanya pada mulut,

orang berkuasa bagi dadah,sebar dadah,rasuah dadah,

dorang yang tahi pula kawal kesihatan kita??

bila kau sakit,kau tak ada duit untuk beli ubat,

dan kau akan terus sakit dan melarat dan mungkin mati,

politik kawal semua dan terus ragut wang dari manusia yg tertindas ini,

terus tertindas.

duit sahaja mampu mengubati penyakit manusia sekarang?

oh trend sekarang ke nih?

hahaha

Finding Marriage Without Losing a Self (modern love)

by Jillian Lauren

WHEN I met Scott, I was somewhere between the before and after picture — in a no man’s land called cosmetology school. We went on our first date on a balmy night in the early fall of 2003. I had met him the week before at a bowling party and he’d asked me what I did.

“I go to beauty school.”

“Beauty school is hot.”

“Beauty school is not hot,” I said. “Anyone who thinks beauty school is hot is a pervert.”

Scott was not deterred. “I’ll show you,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at beauty school and take you to Norms.”

Norms is a kitschy diner frequented by the senior citizen population of West Hollywood along with the occasional rock musician looking for a nostalgic breakfast. Scott, who plays bass for the band Weezer, was the latter. The invitation to a date at Norms was a nod to Frankie Avalon’s version of beauty school.

Scott saw beauty school as some kind of holding pen for gum-cracking bad girls who wore a lot of eyeliner and had recently dropped out of high school, which was not exactly accurate in my case. I was just desperately trying to find a career that would pay my rent, lend some stability to my days and maybe afford me some time to write in the evenings. I had only recently managed to escape the black hole of heroin addiction. I was entirely surprised to be still alive and even more surprised to find that I was nearly 30 years old.

So beauty school, in my opinion, was not hot. Beauty school was humiliating. Beauty school was penance. I definitely didn’t want any cute guys popping by to see me doing hot roller sets in my regulation white smock.

On the other hand, I’d have been a fool to say no to the most interesting date offer I’d had in a long while.

Scott arrived promptly at 5 p.m. and waited while I punched the time clock before ushering me out the door and into his shiny green Crown Victoria. The start of the date was flawless. He opened every door. He was inquisitive and polite. And I felt in my gut that he was that rarest of things: a nice guy. Moreover, he was my kind of nice guy — a blue-collar musician with tattooed arms and a gold tooth that glinted when he smiled.

And me? What was I? I wasn’t even sure yet. So I wore a dress that I hoped would compensate for my lack of other redeeming qualities and I prayed that the past wouldn’t come up before he had a chance to get to know me a little bit.

We made small talk in the car. Then as soon as we were seated in our two-top booth and had ordered our sodas, Scott looked across the table and said: “So, I heard you were a slave in Asia. Is that true?”

So much for getting to know me first.

“Where did you hear that?”

“My friend Dan saw it on some E! ‘True Hollywood Story.’ He said they blurred out your eyes in the picture but it was definitely you.”

It was true. I hadn’t given the show the picture, but I couldn’t deny it was me.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly use the word ‘slave.’ ”

And so, at the start of our very first date, it all came spilling out — my teenage years as a stripper in New York, my failed attempts at being an actress, the escort work, the years spent as a quasi-prostitute in Southeast Asia, my inability to make a clean break from the industry, my addiction, my endless attempts to change, the car crashes, the rehabs.

I waited for his reaction. My experience was that men generally thought a past like mine granted them permission to objectify me. I had seen it happen a hundred times. The moment I listed the catalog of my indiscretions, I automatically dropped a few pegs in class, brains and general worth. Time and again I had watched the relief in men’s eyes as they realized they weren’t obligated to summon their liberal arts college sensitivity training in an attempt to respect me.

Scott was different.

“You know, when I said beauty school was hot, I was just playing with you,” he said. “I know that place is crappy and mind-numbing. And I think it’s great that you do it anyway. I think you’ve got guts for trying to change your life.”

Jillian Lauren, who lives in Los Angeles, is the author of the recently published memoir “Some Girls: My Life in a Harem” (Plume).

note: link copy http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/27/fashion/27Love.html?_r=1&pagewanted=1&ref=modernlove

Taman Botani

Weekend, aku pergi ke taman botani dengan semangat nak cuci otak. Memang berjaya cuci otak dan berjaya membuat otot kaki jadi keras. Berbasikal kat sana memang penat dengan jalan yang berboobs. Environment kat taman botani memang hijau, dengan keluasan yg agak luas buat kaki lenguh, rasanya tak semua tempat aku redah.

Oh ya aku pergi dengan fareha guna kereta mak dia, dan dia terjatuh masa turun bukit kecik, ahaha. funny. Dia memang pelik sikit sebab terlalu hyper aktif masa tuh sementara aku pula lebih kepada rilex.

Balik je dari taman botani, aku dan fareha berjemur kat tengah panas ala white people at presint 3. Berlagak ala white people kesan dia buat aku da jadi hitam.

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