Mari kita bercerita mengenai Pepsi Kem Mega Kristal pulak haha.
Kem ni mcm penutup utk program Pepsi tahun ni. Khas utk darjah 6, SK Beranang. Berlangsung selama 3 hari 2 malam kat Dusun Contoh, UPM. Budak2 seramai 64 orang (kot) dan AJK serta fasi seramai 30 org (kot).
Bagi aku, kem ni seronok la. Best dapat buli budak2 kecik haha. AJK and fasi pun member2 sendiri so enjoy jela kerjanye. Tambah seronok lepas denda budak2 tu leh keluar tgok final Barca-MUFUCK. Tahniah kepada Barca, penyokong MU leh pg jahanam haha. Jangan nak nangis pastu butthurt penyokong Barca. Shut the fuck up and enjoy kekalahan team setan merah kesayangan korg tu ok?
In the end pape pn aku harap dpt join lagi untuk tahun hadapan. Nak buli budak2 tu lagi. Haha.
Thanks kepada semua yg bagi kerjasame:
Hazmi tuan besar/paling garang
Az puan besar
Kak Ieyka puan besar no 2
Acap syg masnie
Awe kaki marah budak
Jijie syg big papa
Bubu syg fatin
Ilham demam
Kema abg lawak
Fatin syg bubu
Fatin lg sorg kaki lawa
Ekim tudung gulung mamak maulana
Kakak final year 2 org tapi bdn mcm budak sekolah rendah
Andy sebab tlg aku angkat brg
Amad ntah xtau nak letak ape
Baidi syg sopea
Yaser kelisa
Sopea syg Baidi
Nana blur haha
Keyna ntah xtau nak letak ape #2
Din bos MTM aku
Kak EG bini bos MTM aku
& lain2. aku xleh nak pikir dah. Sori. And thanks alot guys muah muah <3
Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while in the warm summer sun I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great falling in 1916 Well I hope you died quick And I hope you died clean Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene
Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined And though you died back in 1916 To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen Or are you a stranger without even a name Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
The sun shining down on these green fields of France The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance The trenches have vanished long under the plow No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man And a whole generation were butchered and damned
Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride Do all those who lie here know why they died Did you really believe them when they told you the cause Did you really believe that this war would end wars Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing and dying it was all done in vain Oh Willy McBride it all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again
Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while in the warm summer sun I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great falling in 1916 Well I hope you died quick And I hope you died clean Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene
Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined And though you died back in 1916 To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen Or are you a stranger without even a name Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
The sun shining down on these green fields of France The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance The trenches have vanished long under the plow No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man And a whole generation were butchered and damned
Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride Do all those who lie here know why they died Did you really believe them when they told you the cause Did you really believe that this war would end wars Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing and dying it was all done in vain Oh Willy McBride it all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again
Did they beat the drums slowly Did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Nama: Zuhaili Sulaiman DOB: XX-XX-XXXX No telefon: 017-7XXXXXX
Ok malam ni aku nak cerita pasal kawan aku. Haha harap die x marah sebab aku nak ngutuk die ni.
1) Aku kenal die mase hujung form 4. Mase tu aku baru tukar sekolah. Awal2 mmg x rapat pun. Aku kan pemalu.
2) Now belajar kat UPM, same mcm aku. Bachelor ape ntah aku pun xtau.
3) Die sangat ganas. Suka pukul orang. Suka pukul aku tanpa sebab. Suka marah org. Suka marah aku tanpa sebab. Dgr citer, die gangster kat tempat die.
4) Best kalau gaduh dgn die. Haha.
5) Kopi O die. No words can describe it. Seriously, korg kena pegi umah die, pastu pakse die buat kopi O.
6) Die skrg makin comel. Err, makin tembam. Or makin gemuk.
7) "ad byk harsh words. some smpai ak kn istighfar jap. still ad byk idea. ant blog yg ak kdg2 suh kwn ak bc." her words for my blog. Ade pembace setia rupenye. Haha. Thanks li.
8) Jangan cube nak ngorat die. Sebab aku nak ngorat dulu. Haha.
Tu jela kot. Hope die gembire dgn entry ini. And aku akan usahakan untuk kuarkan lagi idea2 bangang dan carutan yang brsesuaian untuk blog aku ni. Yeaah.
"Saye baru balik kem. Kem itu sgt best. Saye sungguh berase seronok. Bukan seronok, tapi beronok-ronok sebenarnye. Eiiii~ gembiranye."
Haha yeah kem tu mmg seronok. Banyak benda aku belajar. Banyak benda aku dapat tahu. And thanks to my college for giving me this opportunity. I really appreciate it.
Sebagai tanda penghargaan, izinkan saya memberi pantun dua kerat.
"Dua tiga kucing berlari
Sekian terima kasih"
Aku malas nak tulis panjang2. Tak ade idea. Maaf takde gambar, handset kne amek dgn kem komanden. Ugh.
Untuk info pasal tempat kem, pergi la kat sini. Gambar tok wan pun aku cilok situ.
Post ini ditulis tnpa hala tuju. Aku saje2 tulis sebb pasni mungkin aku kena cuti menulis smpi bulan 9. Yeah exam dh nak abis, and aku kena balik rumah. Rumah pulak kawasan pedalaman, nak berinternet mmg mcm fuck la. Huh. Oh thy government, Najib especially, daripada hg dok perabih duit rakyat buat email 1malaysia tu baik upgrade dulu kualiti internet kat Malaysia ni. Bodo.
Random no 1: Semalam aku lepak dgn family aku. Dpt jumpa dorg, even kejap, dpt la lepaskan rind. Haha. Well dalam lepak2 tu aku brbual dgn ayah aku pasal satu benda. Politik. Yeah psl politik universiti. Bagi aku election untuk pemilihan MPP kat uni ni mcm x relevan. Ok kalau nak bagi kuasa memilih tu kat pelajar, and untuk memberi peluang kat pelajr2 yg terpilih tu menimba pengalaman. Itu mmg bagus. Tapi bila korg sendiri x kenal sape yg korg pilih tu, cmne? Korg tau ke dorg leh buat kerja? Setakat tmapal poster, letak manifesto ape lancau bodo tu bukan bermaksud boleh buat kerja. Aku pun boleh. Adik aku pun boleh. Wak Jabit pun boleh. Usop wilcha pun boleh. Anwar Ibrahim pun boleh. For me, mereka semua nak bertanding for power, not for the sake of other students. Yelah kalau ko ade kuase, even kat u ni pun. ko dh besar, ko ade power untuk mnentukan nasib org lain. Kroni2 ko pun ade dpt untung, kalau ade projek kasi dorg jela. Ko pun dapat komisyen.. Simple logic. Aku yakin dlm ramai2 nak bertanding tu hampir semua pikir kepentigan sendiri. Maybe not everyone. Dgn cerita gaduh ProM dgn ProA lg. Kalau ProA tu anjing HEP, ProM lak nak keadilan tapi buat benda bodoh x sedar diri. So kalau ade pemilihan lg, buat la mcm aku, lepak bilik tido je lg bagus. Antara perbualan yg serius dgn ayah aku setakat ini. Siap mencarut lg tu dpn die. Haha.
Random no 2: Tak lama lg cuti. Panjang lak tu. Maybe kebosanan aku x muncul smpai hujung bulan 5 sbb byk program kolej. Then, musim bosan bermula. Nak kerja ape? Pikir nak pg menyawit je, haha.
Random no 3: Ade org ajak aku pg persidangan blogger builan 6 ni kat pwtc. Haha. Aku ni buknnye blogger terkenal. Follower de 11 org, tu pun ntah pernah ke tidak dorg tgok blog aku. Views pun dh bape lame, ade la lebih sikit dari 300. Blog lain 300 untuk 1 hari, untuk 1 jam, aku? Haha. Blog aku xde letak gosip artis, xde cerita kopipasta benda pelik2, xde letak link video 3gp. Mmg pai bila2 la xde org nak bace. Well aku nk buat blog ni pun untuk isi mase lapang, untuk lepaskan geram, untuk mencarut puas2 hati, untuk cerita ape2 pasal aku, pasal hal sekeliling. Ok pasni aku letak gambar artis lawa2 eh bagi korg semua puas hati.
Random no 4: Cinta? aku x ready lg la.
Random no 5: Mereka cuma mechanism untuk aku escape dari perasan loneliness. Ceh.
Tu je. Sory lau byk typo sbb aku menulis guna keyboard smbil baring. Sekali sekale je aku pndg skrin.
