Battlefield..when the guns crossed the roses +_+

Don't mind the tittle..I'm just feeling a bit light headed right now..so I had to let some steam out of my foggy brain..haih..that's better..if you are still wondering what the tittle had to do with this thing I'm trying to write now, I remind you not to mind it..it's just there for the show..now, here is what really happen today..I went P.A.I.N.T.B.A.L.L.I.N.G..hehehe ^^

"waiting for the briefing"

that was the first time ever I played this extreme game..I only saw it on the web or the TV before this and been wanting to join it for so long..but never had the chance..and finally, today came..hurray for me =)..the game I played was exhilarating, suspense, thrilling and also can bring some pain once in a while..I myself sustained three minor injuries to my fingers and a small bruise on my left arm..all my the other parts remain safe and intact..those injuries came from taking shot upon the unprotected areas..ouchie..but hey..no pain no gain they always say..for those who can afford to leave a mark on their fragile body, then I advise you not to join this game..or if you are rich enough, get a full plate armor..other than that, GAME ON!!!

"trying to strike a pose here"

diabled T_T

no..I'm not disabled person except for my emo-less side..other than that of course I'm as healthy as always..well, the problem is my notebook just broke down..for the past 3 and a half years, it had been my sole source for entertainment, information and surely in working..now that it is unable to operate, how am I going to do all that by myself..still, until it can be fixed I guess I had to run this life as a one man show..I never realized how attached I became with that thing really..haih..so smell u guys later..

A breather..

this past few days..I've been really busy with asignments..so much have been done yet there seemed many needs to be done..hehehe..take a pack of assesment, put in some drops of traditional play, mix them with with a hearty cup of creativity show flavour..finally, blend it together with the hours of the night..there you have it, my diet for exhaustion..hahaha..after a couples of sleepless (less in very short) finally my fellow comrades and I can finally get our well-paid rest..or maybe not..huhuhu T_^

a very toughtful story ^^

This story had been with me for such a long time..I often read it and then imagined how it will happen in real life..those vivid images ussualy felt very warm and touching..and so, here it is..the story which I didn't know its title..

John Blanchard stood up from the bench straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.
His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes pencilled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.
During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. 
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognise me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.
I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably, I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell.
She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. 
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.
This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

so..what do you think..pretty nice isn't..hahaha ^^

c&p IV

belasungkawa 

alfatihah untuk bapa kepada Faezah Hanim yang telah pulang ke rahmatullah selepas isya' tadi. semoga rohnya ditempatkan di kalangan hamba-hambaNya yang beriman. semoga Hanim tabah dalam menghadapi ujian Allah ini. kami sentiasa bersama kamu.

amin.

alfatihah.

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