tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673270836711823552024-03-13T09:16:39.406-07:00Every Life Has A StoryAnd This Is My Story .Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67327083671182355.post-70291219340231276982012-07-26T06:06:00.001-07:002012-07-26T06:06:42.134-07:00Stranger that I know ..<div>
Kenapa dia macam tu ? </div>
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Aku tak suka lah cara nya yang sentiasa mengabaikan aku.</div>
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Sebab itu kadang-kadang buat aku down.</div>
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Orang lain dia okay je.</div>
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Tapi dengan aku?</div>
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Aku tak lah kesah sangat pun sebenar nya .</div>
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Tp bila sampai tahap aku punya mud bole down , itu aku tak bole nak tak kesah.</div>
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Walaupun dia langsung tak penting dalam hidup ku,</div>
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but at least, jangan buat macam tu kn .</div>
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Umpama aku ni macam penah buat jahat kat dia je . </div>
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Tapi aku heran juga. </div>
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Sebab aku selalu rasa ada yang tak kena ngan budak tu .</div>
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Entah .. Peduli lah .. Who cares kn .</div>
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Dah luah .. Lega sikit . :)</div>
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Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67327083671182355.post-58302842124438788042012-07-23T21:48:00.003-07:002012-07-23T21:48:40.380-07:00PaabOoo !!!Bercinta dengan 2 orang dalam 1 masa . <div>
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Curang bha tue !! </div>Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67327083671182355.post-62443707133704021282012-07-23T20:52:00.000-07:002012-07-23T20:52:38.283-07:00Over thinking kills me.I love doing things without thinking.<div>
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But when I started to think about my doing.</div>
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I started to concern about how people going to see me.</div>
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Negative thought is all I have.</div>
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I hate this part of me.</div>
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Over thinking is really killing me.</div>Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67327083671182355.post-15450865315067074222012-01-25T05:29:00.001-08:002012-01-25T05:30:36.463-08:00Forget & Remember . -.-"<div style="text-align: center;">Forget his name, forget his face </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget his kiss and his warm embrace </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the love that once came true </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember now there's someone new,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the love that you once shared </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the face that had once cared </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the time you spent together </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember now he's gone forever, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget you cried the whole night through </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget him when they play your song </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget how close you two once were </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember now he's chosen her, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget you memorized his walk </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the way he used to talk </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the times he was mad </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember he's happy instead of sad, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget his teasing, gentle ways </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget you saw him everyday </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget he made your dreams come true </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember now she loves him too, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the thrill when he walked by </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget him when he made you cry </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the way he spoke your name </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember now he's not the same, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the way he said he loved you </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the way he kissed and hugged you </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget all those nights when he held you tight </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember now he holds her tonight, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget all those sunny days </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget all those poems he made </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget those times through good and bad </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember he said he'd never make you sad, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the games he played with you </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the times he stayed with you </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget those cold, cold nights </div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember now he keeps her warm tonight, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget the way he looked at you </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget you kissed the whole night through </div><div style="text-align: center;">Forget all you dreams came true </div><div style="text-align: center;">REMEMBER, that he doesn't love you.</div>Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67327083671182355.post-89644078211170585662012-01-24T22:58:00.001-08:002012-01-24T23:25:26.824-08:00If Only ..<div style="text-align: center;">10th grade </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">11th grade </div><div style="text-align: center;">The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Senior year </div><div style="text-align: center;">The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Graduation Day </div><div style="text-align: center;">A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A Few Years Later </div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Funeral</div><div style="text-align: center;">Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.</div>Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67327083671182355.post-13011909159144158932011-11-28T06:25:00.000-08:002011-11-28T06:25:36.284-08:00This is awful . . Ughh ~ =.="And this is my story.<br />
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Ughh ! .. It really hurt me inside. Why me ?! . . Such an awful feeling here . Its sucks u know . Ha-ha. U know what, I lost all my favorite pic in my phone . Arghh !! I don't know how it happen but for sure i didn't even touch my phone at the time when everything is gone . Ouch !<br />
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Sucks ! I hate this feeling . Ha-ha .<br />
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Fuhh ~ =.="Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67327083671182355.post-45920309388095700382011-11-28T01:06:00.000-08:002011-11-28T01:08:16.508-08:00So annoying . =.="To my dearest follower ,<br />
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Even though u are not actually following my blog, but i think that i must tell u this. If u are using the Graha student wireless (especially for UiTM student), that means u may not see my button on the right side bar. Which also means that u may not see my product, article and such. Ha-ha. So, if u are not using Graha student wireless and u probably can see everything. Ha-ha.<br />
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Just For Ur Info. Thank you for your concern.<br />
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p/s : Trying to fill as much words as i can to complete the blog task. Ha-ha. 300 words huh. =.="Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67327083671182355.post-8296189289861081682011-11-17T06:01:00.000-08:002011-11-24T05:58:38.699-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><u><b>Pensel Dan Pemadam</b></u></span></div>And this is my story.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Pensel</span> </b>: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Saya minta maaf.</span> <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>Pemadam</b> </span>: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Utk apa? Awak x buat salah pun. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><b>Pensel</b> </span>: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">Saya minta maaf disebabkan saya, awak cedera. Setiap kali saya buat silap, awak pasti berada di situ utk membetulkan kesilapan saya. Tapi setiap kali awak memadam kesilapan saya, awak kehilangan sebahagian dari diri awak. Awak menjadi semakin kecil. </span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Pemadam</span> </b>: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Itu betul, tapi saya langsung x kisah tentangnya kerana saya dibuat utk membetulkan kesilapan yg awak buat. Walaupun suatu hari nanti saya tahu yg saya pasti akan hilang, saya berbangga dengan kerja saya ini. Jadi janganlah risau. Saya benci melihat awak bersedih. </span><br />
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:) . . Ingatlah, ibubapa kita juga boleh diibaratkan sebagai pemadam di atas & kita pula sebagai pensel. Mereka sentiasa berada di sisi kita, membetulkan segala kesilapan yg kita lakukan. Kadang-kala mereka terluka, akan menjadi kecil(tua) & akhirnya hilang(meninggal dunia) Jagalah ibubapa anda & balaslah jasa mereka dgn kebaikan.Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67327083671182355.post-35275520550462695412011-11-12T10:44:00.000-08:002011-11-21T04:25:40.333-08:00Some nonsense to talk about .. HA-haAnd This Is My Story .<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">This how the story of my life begins, my mum and dad met, and they get married. They give birth for 5 children including me and I’m’ the 4<sup>th</sup>. Compare to my other sibling I’m quite ordinary and a bit unlucky. Well as u know I had my face burned when I’m in primary six. And I get my face so ugly when one boy who took the same bus as me called me a monster. ha-ha! But I just ignore. I got big blister on my hand too because of the burns. I hate the smell of liquid inside the blister, it’s so foul. When I reach 15 I broke my leg and being a burdensome to my mother. She had to send and fetch me up from school every day. Plus, she had to adjust her scheduled to fit mine which is actually impossible without her partner cooperation. I’m sorry mother. I love you so much.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Ha-ha. Actually i want to put some picture about it, unfortunately i have none. Yea you know, we kinda hate the camera and I lie. Ha-ha. We just don't have one at that time. Plus, I'm ugly what for taking a picture. LOL! </div>Tifenny Cutehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279462679619781543noreply@blogger.com2