tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91703502574563039142024-03-13T20:34:26.096-07:00Dazzlynoneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-27642190411862953892017-03-20T05:28:00.001-07:002017-03-20T05:28:53.251-07:00My Everything<div style="text-align: center;">
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my love, my soul,</div>
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to you I seek,</div>
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when all went sick.</div>
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my helper, my redeemer,</div>
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all my strength when the world seemed darker</div>
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oneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-51695185164484972722017-01-13T19:00:00.002-08:002017-01-25T00:46:17.468-08:002017First of all. Let's be thankful to God that we are still alive and survived 2016. It was indeed a good year. Not a great one but good though. So many things to be thankful for despite all the ups and downs. But try to see the glass half full. or try to see the water is even there despite half of it. Just don't merely focus on the bad things in life. But if our minds are occupied with negative, anger and sadness, try to reminiscence all the good things that God has made it good for you in the past. I believe God will give you some peace. :)<br />
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What do I hope for this year? I am ready for anything. I do not have any expectation. I can't control what will happen but I sure do control my emotions. I pray that God will give me strength to endure everything. Because only through Him, we will be strong. But what do I really hope for this year? Honestly, if I can ask myself what I really hope for, it'll be Faith.<br />
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I hope everyone will have a great 2017. I pray that we will love each other as we love ourselves. I pray that we will love our Creator with all of our hearts, and with all our souls and with all our strengths, and with all our minds.<br />
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A secret to a happy life? read Matthew 6:33. bye. oneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-15765821131455408102016-05-15T23:29:00.001-07:002016-05-15T23:29:09.361-07:00Be kind anyway<div style="text-align: center;">
Kindness has always been thought as being stupid and naive. </div>
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Especially in this world full of people who take advantage and fool you. </div>
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People say being sturdy and cautious is the way of living and to survive in this cold harsh world. </div>
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But being kind is different. Being kind has always been the right thing to do. It opens up the heart of others to accept and make believe that there are still good people in this world. Especially when you lost faith in humanity and the least thing to do is show others that you have not lost faith in yourself. </div>
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oneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-60088895741230692902016-01-01T08:40:00.002-08:002016-01-01T08:40:44.822-08:00Bye 2015. Hi 2016! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2015 was a great year although I think great is not the word to describe it. It was indeed a <i>good</i> year. I had so many things going on in 2015 but mostly it was work. I worked a lot in these past 3 years of working. I'm married to my job. 2015 was the year I turned 25. It is a great number, a number with great responsibilities. Honestly, many people have been bugging me about marriage. Marriage is not something that I want in the mean time and I have my own personal reason and justification on that particular matter. I am just not interested. Really. 2015 was the year I become somebody's Godmother, I got to go outside of Malaysia, I cut my hair short again for the 100 times, got fat, watched meteor shower, went snorkeling, I read the whole Harry Potter books, got my first iPhone, went on a hike, got obsessed with Astronomy... and I can't remember the rest. But it was quite an adventure. I'm grateful to God for giving us chance to another great year, another chapter closed indeed. I pray and hope to God that everyone be blessed with love and happiness in 2016. </div>
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Sometimes I wonder and think too much about life, it's crazy. </div>
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My mind often wonders the life I live and its mystery.</div>
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Why am I here on earth? Why am I created? What will happen when we die? Why I am Me? Does alien exist? Does the universe have an edge and a center?</div>
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Earth is not the only planet in our galaxy nor is the only planet in our solar system. But so far, is the only discovered planet that contains living things. </div>
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There are so many mysteries about life that we flawed human will not going to reach beyond that regardless of many many of research. </div>
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Some people believe in Oblivion after death. It's scary but I don't believe it. What will happen when we die? Nobody knows. </div>
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Some believes what their sacred book teach, belief and faith, heaven and hell. </div>
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We human are a curious creature, we have done so many researches, we've sent human to space, sent machines to deep ocean. </div>
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We've checked the list of whys but adding more into that list. </div>
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oneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-60556452217674824872015-03-13T02:52:00.001-07:002015-03-13T02:52:18.233-07:00Cleasing the soul <div style="text-align: justify;">
When I was 10, my dad took us, my sister and I to live with him and my grandparents so I had to change school again. I adapted fairly in my new school, made few friends and just overall being a kid. So at school we had this subject Pendidikan Moral and all of us non-muslims had to go to the other class as our class was used to teach Pendidikan Islam. In my first day of class of that particular subject my teacher wanted us to sit in a group of 5 students. I don't remember my group members quite well but I do remember this one student in my group who really hurt my feelings and made me felt like hell. He bullied me. Bad. </div>
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He was considered the big boy in our class and everyone was scared of him and out of many kids in my class he picked me, a small and scared little girl to bully. He called me names, making fun of my face, pulled my uniform and even though I cried he just didn't stop. And the bullying continue for a year. The teacher who supposed to teach us that subject wasn't there all the time and she had us do our own thing while she was out for hours. I never told my dad about this. I tried asking help from my other group members but they didn't dare to make him stop. There were times when I tried to be nice with him like giving him candy just to make him forget about bullying me but it didn't work. He made fun of my face and my appearance and made the other students to see me the way he <i>sees</i> me. </div>
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After a year I was so glad we were not in the same class and I made him invisible in my life until I went to secondary school. He went to different school and I never heard of him since. But until recently, I just heard from a friend that he died about a year after we all went to secondary school. Despite all the bullying, I had forgiven him long before he died and I since we changed classes never thought much about him and the bullying and just go on with my life. I really do sorry for his passing and I pray to God to bless his soul. </div>
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Forgiving others is just another way to cleanse the soul even though the pain is still there. Time does heal all wounds. </div>
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Adios amigos 2014. What a ride. 2014 has not been a great year to me or is it because Horse year is not going to be good to the Horse people? I was told. Nonetheless, it was okay. I really hope something good will happen to me this year. But I got to low my expectation because I don't want to get disappointed. Apart from that, I'm not going to make any resolutions because I know myself too well that I will not going to finish or do any of that shit. I'm just gonna go with the flow. Live the moment. </div>
oneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-8572817024185581312014-12-29T07:03:00.001-08:002014-12-29T07:03:22.057-08:00When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer by Walt Whitman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I heard the learn'd astronomer;</div>
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oneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-56536478609084252752014-01-02T02:09:00.000-08:002014-01-02T02:13:48.073-08:00First Day of School<div style="text-align: justify;">
I remember my very first day of school. I remember I wasn't afraid. I didn't even cry. My mom only accompanied me to school for few days. I remember looking outside searching for my mom and she just kept smiling and waved at me. I went to school in my hometown. Back then, my hometown was not that big and recognized. It sort of everyone knows everyone. I was 6 years old when I started primary one. I was supposed to have 2 years of kindergarten but then one day my teacher had all of us a spelling quiz, I was one of those geniuses who passed the quiz and I skipped a year of kindergarten and proceeded to primary one. At primary one, my teacher had us once again tested. This time, she wanted us to count from 1 to 100. Those who can count 1 to 100 correctly, would be put into the clever class. Counting from 1 to 100 was a piece of cake for me that time, but at the same time my bestfriend (She can't count that well yet) told me she didn't want to separate with me so being the nice me, I purposely messed up that test. Believe it or not, I didn't even regret being put into less-clever class because that class was the best I ever got into. Studies were fine, I was easily recognized as the clever kid in class, I had friends and I was a very happy kid. Until I reached primary 2, I had to skip school a lot because of my family problem. So I guess that pretty much messed up my studies. I changed school many times, went to live with my aunt, changed another school. I repeated primary four two times in two different schools. Until I finally settled down with my dad. Today is the first day of school, many of my colleagues went to work late because they had to bring their children to school, had them registered. I can't wait till that day I have a child on my own, when she starts her first day of school, I'll make sure I'll be there for her all day and whenever she needs me. </div>
oneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-3677295438442524962013-12-15T19:55:00.001-08:002013-12-15T20:01:48.380-08:00Christmas is coming<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">C</span></i></span></span>hristmas is coming super fast this year. I'm still here in Lahad Datu spending my last week of working then I'll be off for a week. A week. That's super short but I can't help it.. I need to sort things out at work, and honestly I can't help myself not to worry about work. Pretty much that sounds my job is my everything right now but don't get me wrong. I am definitely not a workaholic, if I had a chance to run away from it, I'd run but let's face it, we government servants don't really have that choice unless you have a fat bank account, you don't have to pay rent, loan, debts, you don't have relatives to feed and the list goes on and for me, I don't have that choice. So Christmas is coming. I don't know why but I dislike people spelling Christmas to Xmas. I mean why crossing out 'Christ' to 'X'? Christ is the main reason for the season right? So let Christ be the center of this merry celebration. So Christmas is coming... I haven't gone to Christmas shopping. I think I'm just gonna spend my salary for food this year. Thank God my family don't really follow the tradition of giving out presents. We just celebrate it, eat and maybe watch some Christmas movies. That kind of stuff. But since I am working and have my own money, why not. I have only my dad and my sister. So Christmas is coming so I need to sort things out a little. Bye. oneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-38639691743400675442013-05-19T20:30:00.000-07:002013-05-19T20:31:04.625-07:00Best thing on the Internet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tippi Degré they called her. And she has the coolest childhood memories everrrr!</div>
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All of her friends were among the African Wildlife and the African Tribes. Cool huh.</div>
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She's all grown up now. Y'll can read more of her <a href="http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/tippi-degre-growing-up-with-african-wildlife">here</a>. </div>
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oneheartyhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07383963480095622360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170350257456303914.post-58183787057426124242013-02-21T00:34:00.001-08:002013-02-21T00:34:37.375-08:00we are fine <div style="text-align: justify;">
For those who are worried of our safety here in Lahad Datu, I hereby declare that we are fine. Though hearing many news about the our state's safety and current situation everyday still do not shake our guts because there are so many speculations which no one here knows whether it's the truth or false. Just today in the late morning we received a news of evacuation and everyone was panicked even our dengue team had to stop their routine survey just because we thought there was an evacuation. Upon further investigation and research by our fine men clearly we had been conned. Everyone was pissed off. But sometimes rumors don't always false, there might be possibilities that it might happen. And still, no one really knows what happened, but we are advised to stay put and be ready to face anytime-challenges.<br />
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