A post with Adam's photo! A must see!

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Even a quick update is out of my reach now. Im running out of ideas and quite lazy to blog now. Please gimme some suggestion, otherwise you'll be seeing this blog in it's worst condition soon.

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And please mind the title of this entry. It's just Adam. Nobody is interested in him except more than Anis Hanani does.

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Take care :)

Once upon a time I was a loser.

When I was a schoolgirl, young and naive, I'd always wanted to be "in" with this group in my class. Because I was only a librarian and most of them were prefects, for sure I was having this feeling of inferior towards them. But they did accept me well, thanks for my brain that at least I could cope up with these "elites".pheww. So I was in, the group I mean. But when times flew by I realized that one of them, named XX didn't like me so much.And I didn't like her either. Perasan sangat. I now she was smart, but I'm in the straight As list too. Whats the different,babe? So while others were being so kind to me, this girl continuesly ostracized me until we finished school. We both succeeded with flying colors and we went to our own path without even having a last glance to each other.

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Recently, after quite some years, we were reunited by fate. Thanks to Facebook, I guess. Heh. So I was okay with her, (it wasn't me who added her in my friend list. She did, okay?) despite everything she had done to me. There were other friends too, and we settled up nicely and were so happy to finally gather again after a long time. And guess what? She's the only one who's never try to talk to me, even virtually, or respond to the comments I've send to our group members.What the heck, buddy? Am I invisible? Or I guess your insecurity comes back after seeing me, now?

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I'm in a good course. I earned the scholarship. I am going to further my studies overseas. How about you XX?

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Now we know who's the biggest loser here, right? Congratz!

You had put quite a show :)

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To all daddies :))

Conner Rhodes: Why does your father act like a retard?
Lucy : He is.

Conner Rhodes: Are you a retard too?
Lucy : No!
Conner Rhodes: How do you know?
Lucy : Because he told me.
Conner Rhodes: But he's a retard!
Lucy : It takes one to know one.
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Have you ever watch I am Sam? I watched it last night and God, it is such a good movie. I regret not watching it earlier, as proposed by a friend. What can I say is the movie touches my heart and it is truly the perfect definition of the word, father. Each and every line in the movie draws emphaty from the viewer, or at least me myself. I am not shame to admit that I sobbed a bit after watching it.It is not really a commercial movie, its what we call message movie. Highly recommended to watch by Yours Truly :)
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I am Sam is a movie about a man named Sam, whose mental capasity is of a seven years old. He solely raises up his child, Lucy since her mother abondoned them after she gave birth to Lucy. Though Sam is retarded, he is supported by his own group of similarly disabled friends and together they bring Lucy up. When she reaches 7, she surpasses Sam's mental disability. What moves me a lot is the time when Sam tries to read for Lucy, and he just can't. And Lucy, on the other hand, pretends that she also doesn't know the word, probably because she doesn't want to hurt her father's feeling. I love this movie because it shows what a father can do to give the best for his child even though it is beyond his limit, and in this case, Sam tries very hard to win over the custody of Lucy when the social workers take her away from him T.T
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Lucy: Daddy, did God made for you to be like this or was it an accident?
Sam : Ok, what do you mean?
Lucy: I mean you're different.
Sam : But what do you mean?
Lucy: You're not like other daddies.
Sam : I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm sorry.
Lucy: It's ok, daddy. It's ok. Don't be sorry. I'm lucky. Nobody else's daddy ever comes to the park.
Sam : Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, we are lucky. Aren't we lucky? Yeah!

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The best scene in this movie is probably the time when Sam, his friends and Lucy crossing the street with each of them holding a ballon, after they go to buy a pair of shoes for Lucy. It reminds me of walking with my Abah, holding his hands while crossing the street. I even do it until now :)
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All I can say is that we should be proud of our fathers because ours is undeniably the best of all. If the seven years old Lucy can accept that her father is different, why can't us? We should be unconditionally proud with our father. I remember one of my friends who doesn't like to introduce her father to people, saying that he is too old. WTH?.Sigh. She should be grateful :/
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Lucy: Why are men bald?
Sam : Sometimes they're bald because their head is shiny and they don't have hair on it. So their head is just more of their face.
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abah, i love you <3.

T o d a y

How was your first day of school sayang?Hope it turns out good :)

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It has been three days of staying in this college and still, I cannot accept the fact that I am now staying in the 2nd floor of Pala. Yes, I'm shifted 2 floors upward. No longer a groundfloor-er :( Why have they been this cruel? Last sem they sent me to Pala from my beloved Rambai, and now, they are giving the ground floor to the seniors. Dangg! Second floor is a bad thing, one thing I'm sure of. Away from tv room, away from the water cooler, away from the washing machine. Sobs T.T

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First day of school is quite good. Minus the fact that to go to our new classroom, I need to pass the 2-floors-stairs, climb up all the way to cafe, next is up the gelanggara, the slopy path to BA and head to our classs at 3-5. Huuh. And our previous class at Muhibah (that had been beautified) was given to juniors. Dangdangg! Minus the first lecturer mentioning about the coming assignments. Minus the second lecturer also talking about the next assignment in details. Minus the fact that I'm the new vice president of Tesol 1. Minus my extremely hurt feet walking back to my 2nd-floored room. Today was good, yeahh!

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Done with the negative energy. Btw, the result was out today.Ermm I am extremely relieved for it. I even thinking of buying myself a new pair of shoes as a reward (and also to make it easier to climb the stairs). I think a "thank you Allah, thank you mommydaddy and thank you friends" is not enough to say how grateful I am this moment. But not as overjoyed as my secondary school time, because I know this is just it. There's a lot more to face in the future, a lot more to learn for this "degree" title. It's not same with my previous life as a mrsm student where everybody was after a more than 3.50 pointer so they can get the principal's honour.Ohh how I miss the old time! There was one time, 3rd sem if I'm not mistaken, me and all my roomates were on the list! Yes, the 11 of us! We were so damn proud :) But now, everything has changed. I'm not as excited. Not as energetic. Not as positive. Maybe its because of the people :(

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I'm quite scared with the upcoming events. The new subjects and assignments sound scary. I don't know if I can cope with this.Sigh.Someone please help me. Someone.
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I'm HOMESICK!

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When you're alone coz I'm away

Don't feel sad, don't feel afraid

I'm gonna turn my thoughts to you

Like I always do <3

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Eh eh, nothing else I can say. The negative energy keeps on coming back :((