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Crapbabblogy time.
Apakah itu?
Itu adalah syncronym or acronym *zaza menggunakan perkataan2 tersebut tanpa mengetahui maksudnya yea, just for the sake that they sound good . hehe *
Combination of crapping and blabbing and analogy.
So, crapping + blabbing + analogy = Crapblablogy.

Okay, the moment I am writing this, at 8.19 am on the 8th of July 2009... I have just woke up. Konon early shine shine lah kan, awal sangat. Truth is I don't have class today, so ...I don't have any idea to why I am suddenly in the mood of wanting to do crapblablogy now.

Here goes :

Parents are not just guardians of our lives, they are like the roots in the soil that make the plants grow.

Friends are not just companions in daily routines, they are like the gravity which without, makes us float aimlessly.

Love is not just for lovers, it is like air, which is everywhere,but no one seem to see it pyshically.

Hatred is like the stain. It is there, but washable.

Enemies are worth killing in war zone, but sometimes enemies make the best good friends.

Courage is like roses. With water, it blooms. Without water, it rots.

Jealousy shows the sign of love - people say. Too much, it becomes a poison and kills silently.

Patience is like a ticking bomb. When the time comes, it explodes and ruin lives.

Loyalty is like a sticker. When the glue wears off... it no longer can stick.

Discipline is essential like how plants needed water and sun to live. But it is like a car. No matter how perfect the body is, how smooth the engine runs, there will be at least time when it meets an accident or the car breaks down.

Boys are like rocks. They are hard. But sooner or later... The rain melts them down.

Girls are like the rain. It fertilisers the soil, allows humans to keep living. But when it comes along with thunder and lightning, it can be just as frightening.

Mothers are life. Fathers are concrete. No matter what we do, our mothers will always be the reason why we are here, today. No matter from which family background we come from... Rich or poor. With Merce or not, our fathers will always be like the concrete. Supporting the building from tumbling down.

Life is like a roller coaster (So like my teacher once said-actually banyak banyak kali, but just consider once lah xP) ...
Life is also like a plane. It can fly up high but sometimes, it has to keep low.
Life is thrilling. Life is troubling. Both ways, they are the LIFE.

p/s : Truth is. I am not even crapping. Well, in theory I might, but practically I am writing emotionally . LOL.