tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28877835118296840242024-02-20T05:59:21.369-08:00much fun insideNIK MUHAMMAD EKRAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02830696482976570204noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887783511829684024.post-54420896307201934842010-07-30T21:43:00.000-07:002010-07-31T06:23:00.482-07:00"The Last Time I Cried"<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I almost forgot when the last time I do crying. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The last time I cried was when Im at the secondary school. That time I felt very sad. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It is because I have to lost one of my best friend ever. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Everybody must got atleast a best friend right? So I do. I know him since we're in primary school. We start being such a good friend when we has been in a same classes for a few years. Then after being in secondary school we have been in a separated class but that not the reason we could not be a good friend like before. Because we have been in a different class we becomes more likely to be together. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He is the only man that understands me. Almost all the things we do together. No matter what. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I know him for such a long time ago. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He has to move on to the other place that time because he has to follow his family. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How hard that time that I have to let he go. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I never let my tears goes down before but for him I let my ego behind. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Im crying at the moment he hug me. Hard to say goodbye. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've never see him again after that. I do love my friend. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is not about heart feeling but its all about friendship. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I never gone to found somebody like him. </span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If he is reading this I want to say that I do miss the moment when we together.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></b></span></div>NIK MUHAMMAD EKRAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02830696482976570204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887783511829684024.post-91766012381977163742010-07-04T10:08:00.000-07:002010-07-30T21:41:19.950-07:00myself :)<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>My name is Nik Muhammad Ekram . </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>Staying at Kota Bharu , Kelantan .</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>born in 27th of May 1991 .</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>I was studying at Politeknik Sultan Haji Ahmad Shah, Kuantan .</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>Furthering my study in Diploma in Land Surveying .</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b>I was the first son in my family. </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b>I do have a brother and sister.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b> I take it as a responsible to take care of my siblings.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b>Both of my parents was working.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#006600;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#006600;"><b><br /></b></span></div>NIK MUHAMMAD EKRAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02830696482976570204noreply@blogger.com1