SPM & after

I only need to survive this 3 days of stress. After that, it's freedom, movies, TV, computer, shopping, shopping, shopping and more shopping. Then, i need to work -.-" (mum doesn't want me to rot at home for 8 months) But for now, it's one more day of "study accounts whole day" and nothing else. -.-" I need to make sure that I'll at least get one A.God at least, please give me an A1. I need it a lot. I'm desperate! I'm not a good student, so yeah, I'll be happy with one, no wait... may be 4 A's but definitely an A1 for accounts. Now I'm currently finding for a job for after SPM. I need one, or not I'll have to work in my mum's office. *faint* I so, so, so don't like that idea. It's like a parrot in a cage. The parrot need to follow whatever the owner(my mum) says and do. -.-" I don't think I can live like that. All cage up without freedom and liberty of speech. Will it be too early for me to find a job now??? May be yes, may be no. Anyway, i just need to make sure i get a job before January. It's my deadline, or not.... I'll have to suffer in silents. *sobs* Can anyone remand me a job? I don't mind the venue, there's always train and stuff. I also don't mind the salary, as long as it's not too low paid. I can work, part time or full time. So someone please tell me if you have a space for a new worker. I don't mind being waitress =)

Cooking...

Well, i just finished cooking lasagna. Most of you might be suprise to know that i cook. Well, to tell you the truth, i don't like cooking. Not even a single bit. You know why??? It's becasue it takes hours just to cook a few dished. And after cooking, you'll only eat it for 15mins. And after that, it'll all be gone. Vanished into our stomach. Some people may say it's worth it... but too me, i'm more of the food critic but not the cheft. Anyway, back to the topic. After the microwave beep, while i was walking to the microwave, i could smell the of cheese and all the meet. So i thought i was a successful attemp. But when i open the door of the microwave, it was hopeless. It looked like a bowl of slime. I was pretty upset. But then i told myself, may be it'll taste good. Can't judge a book by it's cover. After that, I ran upstairs and asked mum whether she wanted lasagna or not. But she didn't reply. So i brought the whole plate of lasagna to her. She looked at it for 5 seconds. Mum: I'm not hungry dear. Me: But just try a little bit. Mum: Nevermind, i'll try it another time. Me: Just a tiny bit. Mum: I've already brush my teeth. Me: Okay, then never mind. I was sad. Definately bumped. But well, it's my first try and most propeperly my last. Sob sob :'(

FISW - Think before you talk!

There once was a little girl who had a bad temper. Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as she learned to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. She discovered that it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the girl didn't lose any temper. She told her mother about it and her mother suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was able to hold her temper. The days passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother that all the nails were gone. The mother took her daughter by the hang and led her to the fence. She said, "You have done well, my daughter, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a person and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Sometimes it may even hurt more. Moral of the story : Think before you talk! FYI : FISW means "found it somewhere"

Unreceived Love (Cinta yang tak terbalas)

How can love make one feel so happy but also sad at the same time? Happy because that they have finally found that someone that they love with all their heart. But at the same time, she/he knows that impossible to be together. But still… she/he keeps dreaming and fantasying about her/him. Hoping with all her/his heart that one day, her/his lover will finally realize that he/she loves her/him and is willing to give up everything just for their love. Why is life so unfair? How can one love the other but still watch him/her go to another’s arms? Why does love make one feel painful and cruel? As if someone has just stabbed their heart, pull out the knife and put salt all over the wound. And after all that, why do we still fall in love knowing that one day, we will get hurt all over again? Is it because we need a companion throughout our life? Or is it because we were born out this way? Falling into the same hole again and again.

Lie and truth

Have been going to kl lib for like 3 times this week =.= At first i thought that I'll be able to study here, but then guess what, it's almost the same as studying at home. You know why? Cause i always want to sleep. The other say, i read this article, It's about teenager and their hormone. It's said that teenagers are usually more active at night. Don't get me wrong with the word active. It just simply means that they are more awake. I told mom about it, she said it was nonsense. So i asked her to read the article. And then she was like... Mum: This piece of paper is definitely nonsense. How can the be such things? It's definitely a lie Me: Mum it's the truth. It's printed on the news paper. How can it be a lie. And they even did research on it. Mum: I bought the new paper is for you to read informative stuff. Not stuff like this okay. Me: But this is informative. Mum: No buts, go and study! Now! Haih, i don't know what to do dy. Sometimes when i tell my mum the truth, she thinks it's a lie. But sometime when i tell her a lie, she thinks it's the truth. =.=' By the way, FYI Sui, i still don't know how to tag, and i don't understand a thing about the settings of blogger. Sorry la, cause I'm a computer illiterate =)

Luther Vandross-Dance with my father

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I’d play a song that would never, ever end How I’d love, love, love To dance with my father again When I and my mother would disagree To get my way, I would run from her to him He’d make me laugh just to comfort me Then finally make me do just what my mama said Later that night when I was asleep He left a dollar under my sheet Never dreamed that he would be gone from me If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him I’d play a song that would never, ever end ‘Cause I’d love, love, love To dance with my father again Sometimes I’d listen outside her door And I’d hear how my mother cried for him I pray for her even more than me I pray for her even more than me I know I’m praying for much too much But could you send back the only man she loved I know you don’t do it usually But dear Lord she’s dying To dance with my father again Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

Hola!!!

It's my first blog here. I hope that you will enjoy reading my blogs here. I will also be posting some lyrics for the songs that i personally like. Hope you will like it. tHANKS fOR rEADING tHIS bLOG!!!