you mustn't quit

when packing stuffs to move from jb bek to sarawak, i found this in my drawer. dunno copy this from where....but quite nice 4 encouraging/inspiring ppl

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You mustn't quit

when things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high
and you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit,
rest if you must --- but never quit.

life is queer, with its twists and turns,
as everyone of us somtimes learns
and many a failure turns about
when hemight have won if he'd stuck it out;
stick to your task, though the pace seems slow ---
you may succeed with one more blow.

success is failure turned inside out---
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt ---
and you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you are hardest hit---
it's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit

Packing

After 5 years of tipu makan in UTM, finally it's time to leave. Had headache during packing coz i like to buy small and cute stuffs n also like to collect rubbish. My stuffs filled up 3 boxes of 15 inch monitor box, 3 boxes of double A paper box. Finally, i know where have all my money gone. hehe.....

Cute key chain and little stuffs gave by coursemates and frens in utm. (i'll take good k of them)





Hehe....then another short story to tell. Found the underneath postcard in the drawer. It was given by a air steward around 1 year ago. That time i took plane from kuching to johor. Then, that day i worn a shirt with 'half naughty half nice' written on it. I reached airport a bit late and appeared to be the last person who entered the plane. When i went in the plane, that air steward said, " half naughty half nice, cool words on ur shirt ya". i just smiled and quickily entered plane. Then, during the flight, i beh tahan and wanted to go toilet. I seldom go plane's toilet 1 coz macam weird to pang sai or make air kekwa in the air. Then, when i entered the toilet, the toilet door lock macam a bit weird. i pun cincai lock lo. When i had done my business in toilet, i came out and the air steward was waiting there, telling me that i didn't lock the door just nw. Luckily got him to help me jaga door. Then, we chit chat a bit lo. Then like normal i bek to seat liao. When the plane reached the destination, i walked out the plane. Then the air steward passed me this postcard. At that moment i didn't read the content of it and just took and walked away. When bek home, only read. Hehe....but i never call bek or sms bek....else my bf chopped me into thousand pieces and throw into sea for feeding crocodiles (u know la...sarawak a lot of crocodiles.....ahaah)

A full stop to PSM

sorry ar, kidnap again by alien. this time quite serious, missing 4 nearly half year. nw posting all the drafts (those stories wrote when got ilham, but half way ilham hilang n stop). Nw clear all the drafts 1st and update u all abt my new life soon ....stay tune....keke...hope i will be more hardworking n update blog

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13 April 2007, 4pm would be a memorable time for me. My PSM or final year project came to an end at that moment. In the morning presentation section, a panel asked questions bertubi-tubi (i think she asked at least 10 questions). My bullet proof shirt was nearly torn. But, fortunately, she didn't shoot questions, just asked questions in a nice way. Far more better than the department of Tikus (MICE). Department of benih dalam (INSEED) still better for org tipu makan like me. ahaha. Then , really quite lucky during demo session in the afternoon as the panels didn't asked much questions. After they knew the system was working then they let us go liao....ahaha...so happy now. Flying in the air. ahaha..............

I spent 1 year time in PSM and everything just ended in few hours. Recalling back the memory of PSM, it was filled with joy, upset, disappointed, excitement, pek-chek-ness and bla bla bla....

Still remembered the day when name list of supervisor for PSM students was out in front of Abdul Hamid's room. I was so shocked. [Txxxx Lxx Jun - Puan Ismawati Binti Abdul Ghani]. First thing that came across my mind was ---- walao, i'm under a fierce and strict supervisor.

Still remembered the 1st time i went to see Puan Ismawati. My hand was shaking when i open her door. Then, she was quite serious also when telling us the psm stuffs.......(lazy to write in details liao...just summarize la). After a few months under her supervision, finally know that she is a good supervisor. Although sumtimes she got a bit mood but i understand la.....(kekeke...i'm also girl...sumtimes will bcome weird a bit one). Still remembered the time she told us abt the printer story(which brand printer is good), harry potter story(for books which transform into movie, it's still more exciting to read the book than watching the movie), her anak-anak story(her son very smart in studying, her little daughter is cute).

Duri, ombak, raksasa, giant encountered in the psm journey
1. Bluetooth zai zai dun know how to talk
2. After zai zai know how to talk liao, but 1 speak in malay, another 1 speak in english, they dun wan to talk to each other
3. Finally, can talk liao, then start do hardware and fabricate pcb. who know portable unit punya size too big kena reject by supervisor so redo lo.
4. suddenly, phone rosak. after 2 phone spoilt ,only we know the root cause. luckily still cn inish everythg on time

Tada....end of psm story. Thanks 4 all parties which help in this project especially mr.lee, bee yong, ah teo, wing wing, s.tat, c.heng, and many many more.....


(sorry ar...this post is super rojak.....write in 120km/h)