not nice meh?

my mak taught me ,if u got cirit birit ,bending ur beautiful body like this wont help u much!

follow the steps

1- masukkan tepung gandum dlm cawan

2-pour suam2 kuku ayaq

3-stirr

4-ready to drink

p/s pls consult the doctor once feel better.

after all,my bunda is the beh beh doctot ever

can we talk about ur new boss

the new boss come already.she can speed faster than Mr Jet.but there is a diff betwen both of them.evrybody keep on asking the standard question who is the best?or even better?i can give them the answer.its neutral again.but this woman has its own style that most of the time she make me to think like gates.what do u think is not the question to be answered but its a phrase that she wants me act.if u guys always have an extra hours to entertain ur laptop,i cant even dream of that.8hrs? 6 hrs she will look for me asking thousands of question.and the only answer she wants to hear are.1-done already 2-im working on it 3-just started 4-i agree 5-no issue.
.BUT but,i like the way she work.for example,if there is an urgent shipment need to be ready b4 evryobody keep pik pok pik pok at production ears she will seat at operators place and do the job.even me dont have such time to touch the board ,she will.-for the 1st week-.i think in this bloggie i talk a lot about my working place.i dunn o why..and the best thing to talk about is evry morning i will wake up,get ready for work and ask myself is this the field that i'll face for the rest of life?the answer can be NO and yes if i can seat on my bosh chair.see la how.

ok.have seat!and talk to me what has happened

Assalamualaikum dato blog
im goin to talk about what had happened to me these few weeks/month.i dun want u to hear but listen.after 2 weeks i got a permission to ride a scoot to my workplace i felt life is vr simple.wake up in the morning.heat up ur ngine n go like this vroooooommmm.i will only pray my suboh when i have extra minutes.u know how i felt.F R E E.i dun have to depend to my brot to send and pick me up after work.if i were to leave the production line after 7. i will go sumwhere else.for ex;to read newspaper at the giant foodcourt .then i'll go back and sleep.the routine is so not islamic at all.dont u think so.when weekend comes.i will leave my scooter at my sis hse.this is the sedih part.on monday,i go to get the cute scooter.jengjeng,i parked here.how come now missing.owh maybe sumone had ubah my moto.or else the sister took it for a while.BUT.all the answer were totally wrong.my scooter (which the owner is my brother) has been stolen.i din said anything.and to control the emotion.i din call anyone.then only after 20mins i inform this intel employee.not the owner of the scooter.then after 30mins the whole family started to kringkring me.what happen?where did u parked?i hav no answer.the only word i have is sorry.can u put urself in my sportshoes.i got what i want.then see what happen...i accept the fact.

then after 1 week,i felt like i really need a new motocycle.and i got it.


then,they follow.in this bad saturday,i had to go to kilang.after 1 junction,saya keluar encik polis,then saya tgk kereta jauh lagi.dan saya pon melintas,tiba2 saya rasa kedengaran org brake.tanpa disedari belakang saya mcm dihantam oleh batu yg besar.lps itu saya lupa sekatika.rasa mau mati pon ada encik JPJ.saya salah kah.Ya.sbb anda dikenakan kompoun atas kesalahan tdk memberi laluan.saya hanya mampu mengangguk.suda malas mau argue.tgn macam patah tapi tak.kepala mcm sakit tapi saya tahan.badan mcm nak lari masuk dlm kolam air panas.sakit hanyaAllah yg tau.saya berlakon mm mak me ok.takdak apa.

i need to ggo.i think my story can give u some good moral.u think about it.i knoe whats dat
may Allah bless us.dont forget HIM.or HE will forget u.