tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52072907266993596452024-03-20T06:16:57.940-07:00plausibleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-82926226431638574512015-06-01T09:21:00.002-07:002015-06-01T09:38:22.325-07:002/6<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Masyarakat kita</span><br />
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Talam dua muka</div>
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Identiti ganda dua</div>
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Si malaikat dan syaitan</div>
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pada lembaran yang sama</div>
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Hari ini dia sempurna</div>
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Menegakkan keadilan di alam maya</div>
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Esok lusa dia celaka</div>
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Menindas semua sama sahaja</div>
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Si pedofil dicela</div>
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Perogol dimurka</div>
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Artikel berjela jela</div>
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Tapi dia juga serupa</div>
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Bahan lucah berleluasa</div>
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Perempuan disiul digoda</div>
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Komputer riba jadi arkib dosa</div>
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Kerana bagi mereka apa salahnya</div>
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Punya nafsu sering ternoda</div>
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Kau fikir kau upaya</div>
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Mengubah dunia sedang kau menghancurkannya<br />
Menikam mangsa sambil menekan luka</div>
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Orang dah bertindak dia masih berkata-kata<br />
Dia ditegur, yang dimarahnya kita<br />
Dunia hancur, mana tidaknya?<br />
Perangai dengan hewan sama serupa<br />
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Hormati wanita kasihi mereka</div>
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Kalau demikian pun tiada</div>
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Walau dari senormal manusia</div>
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Apa kau fikir perogol durjana</div>
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Si pedofil neraka</div>
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Boleh berfikir serupa?</div>
shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-49847953468867050482015-04-24T05:13:00.004-07:002015-04-24T05:13:50.887-07:00Stop Tumblr<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'm not saying they don't do it for a strong reason, all i'm saying is that it used to be different. People didn't cut and bragged about it. Hell, people didn't cut, not in my surrounding at least. But the internet apparently has brought this trend into our society that cutting is a good way to divert the pain of their depression. This makes these people who are desperate to find a way out of their misery believe that this is actually a good way to do that. Believe me, I know people who cut and what they go through everyday blows my mind. Still, people didn't used to hurt themselves when they're sad. The only people that did were either crazy or under influenced. The internet's to blame for this phenomenon, tumblr, specifically who justifies the act of cutting, who popularizes self-inflicted pain, who puts harm in the center of attraction. It acts as a bait, waiting for those miserable people to nibble on it. Please do not hurt yourself or do not encourage people to hurt themselves, directly or indirectly. If you don't love yourself, fine then. But don't you dare take it out on the body that has been doing nothing but keeping you alive for all these years. This has to stop.</span>shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-39304565326924571032015-01-20T01:13:00.001-08:002015-01-20T01:13:46.088-08:00I still think about you every now and then. It doesn't help that I see you every day. Nothing's changed. Except for the fact that even when I do think of you, I no longer feel those butterflies that used to tingle in my belly. I no longer see sparks fly in your eyes or smile. I no longer feel the need to impress you because none of that matters. My life is too short to even be taking naps let alone to get worked up about someone just because you think you should, or other people think you should.shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-31174537622428123992014-09-23T02:04:00.002-07:002014-09-23T02:05:50.978-07:00On waitingI hate anticipation<br />
so much that this one time I went to the dentist<br />
to get my braces taken off- mind you<br />
it's been a year and a half since<br />
the last time the doctor told me to take it off.<br />
When I arrived at the clinic the doctor told me<br />
to wait until the end of the year.<br />
I was filled with so much resentment. Pissed to the core.<br />
I was holding my middle finger down like it was a gun.<br />
Holding my words back just so I wouldn't put<br />
that <i>bullet in his gullet </i>and Morrissey him to his end.<br />
But instead, I clenched my fist, said <i>okay</i><br />
and left.<br />
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I get disappointed by the littlest things like<br />
the third rescheduling of my dentist appointment<br />
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Now imagine how much pain I endured waiting,<br />
anticipating for you to come back.<br />
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<br />shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-505878760327611582014-09-11T07:55:00.001-07:002014-09-11T07:55:03.968-07:009/11Love is like<div>Your favorite place to eat</div><div>You want people to like it </div><div>But at the same time you want them to stay away so that you could have it all to yourself. Or at least shorten the queue to the counter.</div><div>But you choose to let it be because if people stay away the place would go out of business and would no longer be able to operate.</div><div><br></div><div>Love is not about doing what you want it's about doing what's best for you and the other person. Sometimes even just the other person. But that's love and that's what makes it so powerful.</div>shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-18038350289918180022014-08-31T03:55:00.003-07:002014-08-31T04:05:49.851-07:00ReleaseI've spent almost two years now dwelling on an incident in the past i know well enough i could never change. I still haven't found a perfect solution to the problem i've caused, but that's okay because it doesn't matter. I do not have the power to change what can't be changed. To undo what can't be undone. To try and unravel the twisted, the tangled tales of our past and try to make total sense of it. I can't do that, so I will bother no more. In time, I will surely find someone who will make me as happy as you did, or even better, happier. In time, I will surely find another friend as good as you. I still have a long way to go in life, it's a done deal. I don't blame you for anything nor shall I ever blame myself no more. I will no longer let you control my emotions even though I know you've never intended on doing that, I did that to myself. So long, friend. If our paths ever intersect in the future, be sure to say hi! I sure will remember you, you will forever exist at the back of my mind but now is where I will stop thinking of you, and eventually, loving you.shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-12757207951039645132014-03-25T04:21:00.001-07:002014-03-25T04:21:20.938-07:0025/3What good does it do me if I memorize the whole textbook and never benefit a single thing out of it, or develop common sense and critical thinking, or living life wondering what "the right answer" is to questions that have no exact answer? So tell me one thing, just one. If i succeed and get a dazzling GPA will i end up being smart and changing the world, or will i end up being like you half-assed big people who's playing everything by the book and can't even think what's right if it's not in it?<br />
<br />shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-61238597294152393292014-03-21T01:18:00.001-07:002014-03-21T01:18:33.189-07:0021/3Success is being able to eat a quadruple (4) layer burgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-55994276425426569152013-07-17T04:20:00.001-07:002013-07-17T04:20:42.884-07:00Revolution ContradictionAn incident happened today at school. A group of jerks decided to pick on this poor kid of the same age. It was going on when i entered the class. All i could think of is "the hell man fight back. Beat him to a pulp". Sorry to disappoint you but he didn't do that. He kept patient. Others just stood by and watched. Some even enjoyed watching the kid miserable, they laughed. Now these group of people are the kind that are rally-active and pro-reformation. Contrary to what they're fighting for (in the rally world), these kids couldn't care less about the oppressed in fact, they are the oppressors. This incident made me think; why the hell do these people join anti-oppression rallies if they're so into oppressing? Is it because it's the in-thing? The hypocrisy within them is just- wow. Wanting to change the world without wanting to change yourself is mere bullsh. It's sickening, really. If you could just see yourselves you'd feel ashamed. You're no different than any of the politicians. All talk, no walk.shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-84923461028141011372013-05-17T07:08:00.001-07:002013-05-17T07:08:45.419-07:00Political Rants So um I don't know where to begin.<br />
Let's just start by saying no matter how unclean today's politics are, get involved.<br />
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I have friends at school who couldn't care less and wouldn't even give a damn about politics. Well to them I say, hell. Do you know why there are so many legal voters and also politicians who are dumb as hell and so blind that I start to think the government should change voting policies to only be opened to kids under 21 and above 15, and making the parliament consist of only 20-year-olds. My hypothesis would say they didn't give a damn about politics when they were in school. To them it was something only grown-ups should be involved in. I partially blame this on the elders. I've been hearing so much crap from them from "Kau budak kecik kau tahu apa?" to "Ah kau kecik lagi tak payah nak sibuk politik. PMR pun tak lepas lagi" when they lose to a kid during a political argument. Exposure is really important. Exposing your kids to the political world is just as important as exposing us to the university life, marriage and sexually transmitted diseases. It's not that I don't see parents letting their kids get involved in politics, I do. It's just that when that happens, it's always the parents who are forcing a belief or interest onto their children. Sometimes it's just a kid's nature to believe everything their parents say or do and I don't blame them. One's mind must be kept wide opened to make room for more opinions and ideas. This is why political exposure should be done at an early stage. When you start to give a damn about politics, only when you turn 21, it'll make it hard for you to decide. You haven't seen what one side's done to the country. Naturally you'd just vote whatever your parents have been supporting for the past 21 years of your life. I know it's boring, I know it's complicated. Why do you think the government today is so full of crap? It's because of people who couldn't care less about the country and would just vote whoever the hell they want, thinking that one vote couldn't make any difference just because they thought it was too complicated to be comprehended. But what's worse is you joining all these rallies going against the government, pretending like you actually understand what's going on when all you know is the surface and that all you're doing is joining in with the trend which is revolution. Please don't you're making a fool of yourself.<br />
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Do <strike>me</strike> your country a favor and get involved in politics. Learn it. Understand it. For a better tomorrow.shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-46414721744680652102013-02-19T09:00:00.001-08:002013-02-19T09:00:54.023-08:00IntentionsI think the problem with society today, and the industry and probably the economy is the mindset of the people when they're studying. I see lots of people hating on school subjects and going on on twitter about how you don't need to know algebra to get a job you don't need to learn literature to be a doctor or about how much you don't need to learn about pipes cuz you could just call the plumber. But the one that just stinks all over is the statement-<br />
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"All they have to do is teach us how to make money. Studying is pointless, you'll forget about it soon"<br />
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Well, see, students are losing their objective. Their intentions have been side-tracked by the world itself. You don't study to get a job. I mean, you do, but that shouldn't be the sole reason. It shouldn't even be in number one on your list of "Reasons Why I Go To School and Study Stuff". Hearing all this bullshit from muslims makes me more sad. Dude, Allah did not command his servants learn to get a job and make money. He told us to learn so that we could teach people and help them. We should learn because He asked us to. We should learn so that someone else could benefit from the knowledge we have. When your one and only goal of learning is to be a billionaire or get money or what ever, you will not feel the satisfaction when you gain something new. Even your future company would be a flop if all you've ever done is study for the sake of money. Well why wouldn't it? You're going for the highest position but you don't know what the ones below you are doing and you don't know how they do it. Because you didn't study to be those people. You studied to be on top. As lousy as it may seem, that's reality.<br />
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Study, get knowledge for the love of Allah. Study because you love knowledge. Study because you want to help. Purify your intentions. The intentions that you start with, sets how the end of your track would be. Would it and at a proper magical wonderland station, or would it end horrifically with a broken track at a dead end? Like the one in the spiderman movie. <br />
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إنما الأعمال بالنيةshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-6076612212710736262012-12-07T09:57:00.002-08:002012-12-07T10:15:40.049-08:00Emotional RantsIn your life there's gotta be some point where you feel like it's just too much. Like the emotional rollercoaster has got to stop entertaining it's passengers. And when that happens people, specifically people like me, tend to push other people away and just hide. I know, it's pretty weird. You'd expect me to blow up and go cold turkey on someone but no. I have always been an open person. I don't mind telling strangers my problems, my worries or even sharing my secrets. Because I feel like life is too short to not share (does that make sense to you?). Or maybe it's because I just hate keeping secrets because it's painful lol. So when a situation like this occurs, I do the exact opposite. Just like any other human being on this planet would. I flip to the other side of me. But the problem is, it's really depressing because I tend to keep my problems locked up inside and the hatred is just... inexplicable. Reaching the climax of the emotional rollercoaster and pretending is like being on a real rollercoaster and shutting your mouth, holding back your breath just so people wouldn't hear you scream. It makes your heart literally fall out of place. It's painful. And the worst thing is, I don't know how to tell people my problems because I just suck horse shit at putting my thoughts to words- especially when it's all messed up up here. It's like for example.. I can't even think of one.<br />
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Any advice?<br />
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p.s, Happy Birthday Sharifah Miza Farhana. Love ya <3</div>
shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-43502176538637401702012-11-03T08:06:00.000-07:002012-11-03T08:07:29.455-07:00Missing SchoolPardon me for being late but SCHOOL'S FINALLY OVER!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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This usually feels a bit better. I'm not feeling happy. Honestly.</div>
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I don't get it tho I have been dying to leave that sick class, my sick and retarded classmates, sick and annoying next-door classes and sick people. I'd go look for a unicorn if you said I could leave 10 months earlier if I do. But all I feel now is school-sick. I miss school. It's only been two days but it feels like forever. I miss those monkeytards who'd generally piss me off and get on my nerves everyday. I miss my awkward girl friends. I miss that time when we shared our problems during ICT. I miss Munir and Tariq's weird couple fights (I admit it's pretty cute they look like a gay couple). I miss all the weird things that the boys and girls do. I miss hearing Sitam get mad at us for calling her Sitam. I miss hearing Adibah, Sabrina and Sorfina's loud laughters. I miss hearing Imanina's all-of-a-sudden-increased-tone-when-the-class-is-in-utter-silence. I miss being able to tell Ainin things. I miss giving awkward looks to Salwa, Khadeejah, Nasalia and Syuhada. I miss hearing Ashraf and Nabhan sing (to be honest). I miss those random meetings we have along the corridor. I miss walking around looking for books for the sake of killing time when I obviously have one under my desk. I miss trolling people around, doing weird things so that people will get creeped out. I miss those "I Knock, You Talk" situations. I miss seing Urwah and Safwan walk to the toilet (especially Urwah tho he'd go to the toilet, dry, and come back wet like he just took a shower). I miss Wasilah's mommy vibe. I miss Ainaa's random high fives and handshakes. I miss playing truth or dare with Imanina, Amirah, Miza and Aina. I miss teasing everyone when their crushes walk pass. I miss Pak Sako's famous lines. Imisswatchingmycrushcuzhessoweird. I miss those random hugs I get and give. I miss PJK and situations after PJK (weird things happen after PJK I'm telling you our boys are weirdos). I miss going to the teacher's room for no reason. I miss meetings at toilets (omg I made us sound horrible). I miss playing charades. I miss teacher Yus' weird punishments. I miss saying "Selamat Pengantin Baru" to random teachers with Ain and see them laugh :((((((</div>
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I miss everything and it would take me days to list them all down. This year has been very tough for my batch. We've practically been blacklisted by the entire school. But we got through it and that's what made this year the best. I love you guys. Each and every one of you. Literally. Ew I can't believe I said that. But I mean it tho. If I could turn back time I would do it right now. I would start the year all over again (counting out studying). I never want to leave this school. No matter how suckish it is, I've been with it since forever. I don't want to leave. Not now. Not ever. </div>
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I guess it's true what they say; You'll never know what you got til' it's gone.<br />
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p.s, to those who's names haven't been mentioned. I miss each and every one of you just as much as those people who have been mentioned. xx</div>
shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-65106662583379805082012-10-13T01:37:00.002-07:002012-10-13T01:40:56.610-07:00Ali<div>
52 Things about Ali</div>
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<ol>
<li>Born on the 1st of December in 2009</li>
<li>He was tiny when he came to this world. Very small</li>
<li>He had down syndrome</li>
<li>He came out earlier than expected so he had to be put in an incubator</li>
<li>He loved football. Or kicking things</li>
<li>His baby cot was his soccer pitch</li>
<li>He liked watching toys crash into walls and stuff. (mostly toy cars)</li>
<li>He was the world's clumsiest kid</li>
<li>He loved to smile</li>
<li>He liked eating olive oil on it's own. He practically drinks it</li>
<li>He likes to sit at the driver's seat</li>
<li>He liked giving flying kisses to everyone</li>
<li>He was very friendly</li>
<li>He couldn't walk on his own</li>
<li>He loved rolling</li>
<li>He called me Lita, Icha, Cha, Kak Ta, Kak Cha, Alita</li>
<li>He knew how to say bibik, mama, papa, kak ya, abang, bah and azhad</li>
<li>His favourite music video was an anime soundtrack. Brand New World (One Piece)</li>
<li>He loved watching Tom and Jerry and other cartoons</li>
<li>He had a special chair. It's yellow and it looks like a potty</li>
<li>He knew how to work the iPhone and the iPad</li>
<li>HE LOVED CAMWHORING </li>
<li>He was photogenic</li>
<li>He would cheer me up whenever I pretend to cry because he won't stop throwing toys outta his cot</li>
<li>He would blabber instead of cry when he's hungry or bored</li>
<li>He hated the Heinz baby food. I, on the other hand, loved it tho</li>
<li>HE'D GO CRAZY FOR KEROPOK IKAN</li>
<li>He preferred the bench at the dining table rather than his baby chair</li>
<li>He hates baby chairs</li>
<li>He had a semi fear of height</li>
<li>He had the cutest laugh in the world</li>
<li>He had fallen off the bed thrice (when I was watching)</li>
<li>He had fallen down the stairs twice</li>
<li>He ran into cupboards a lot</li>
<li>He liked crawling up the stairs</li>
<li>He loved talking on the phone</li>
<li>He'd sit right in front of the screen whenever we video call Kak Ya</li>
<li>He'd take the doctors' stethoscopes and pretend he was one by checking our heart beats</li>
<li>He's a quick learner</li>
<li>He had a chemoport in his chest</li>
<li>He had been a cancer patient for less than a year</li>
<li>He was the toughest kid I have ever met</li>
<li>He has went on a trip to Bangkok, Australia, Phuket</li>
<li>He wore a white jubah on his first and second (which was his last) eid celebration in 2010 & 2011</li>
<li>He loved everyone</li>
<li>He liked to give high fives</li>
<li>He was our best friend</li>
<li>He smiled through every single treatment he had to go through</li>
<li>He had a favourite plush toy called Bear Bear Berry</li>
<li>He loved the water</li>
<li>He died on the 4th of April, 2012. Around 3 a.m. On my dad's lap. Looking so peaceful</li>
<li>He is and will always be our little brother</li>
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shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10252121445290235472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207290726699359645.post-1712223082788538312012-10-08T19:28:00.001-07:002012-10-08T19:28:14.804-07:00Some boring entry about the Environment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm a Malaysian. Therefore, I live in Malaysia.<br />
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Malaysia, for the people who haven't heard of it that might, i don't know why, be reading this, is a country located on the equator. Which means, our rainforest type is tropical. Which also means our country is filled with trees. In fact, the whole country used to be a rainforest. Therefore, our country is very humid. Only the countries located on the equator has this kind of weather but apparently, Malaysians are taking this advantage for granted. When I'm on my way home from school, I see tons of plastic bottles and frozen yoghurt cups on the grass. (Just fyi, littering frozen yoghurt doesn't make the earth a cooler place) Don't they know that these things are non-biodegradable? Of course they do. Non-biodegradable things like this will start to kill the soil slowly. It'll intoxicate it. Therefore, it'll die and it won't be good for the trees. So if the trees die too they won't produce anymore oxygen for us. What happens when there's no oxygen? That's right, you gon' die. Plus, when there are no trees, mother earth would have to face global warming. The world depends on these trees and rainforest to provide shade and humidity and cool weather. And we're killing the chances of mother earth's recovery. When global warming happens (nauzubillahi min zalik), the whole world is gonna drown due to the meltdown of the south and north pole, Antarctica and the tundras. Now who are you gonna blame then? Oh yeah, start blaming the factories for producing too much CFC. Start blaming the trucks for releasing too much diesel. Start blaming your Prime Ministers and Presidents for not investing in eco products. When are you gonna start blaming yourself? You're the one who did not contribute to saving the earth. If only you had thrown that bottle into the trash can instead of the ground, you could've made a huge difference. Don't think that if you do that, it won't make any difference because you're the only one doing it. Because if everyone thinks that way then no one will ever start throwing their trash into the bin. No one will ever start recycling. So start today. Make a change. Contribute to the world. Contribute to Malaysia and let's not spoil the tropical climate that we have today for the children of tomorrow.<br />
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