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mari exercise!!

mari exercise!!

If you look inside a girl's heart

you'd sees how much she really cries,

you'll find secrets hidden, best friends, and lies,

but what you'll see the most is how hard it is

to stay strong when nothing's right

and everything's wrong.


[ unknown ]

Friday, April 24, 2009

tired.. penat.. letih.. tiresome

hari nih rasa penat sangat ngan sumer bende.. penat nak masak, penat dengan semua orang.. penat ngan segala benda.. tapi ade satu jer yang aku tak penat.. mafia wars.. tapi boring nak tunggu energy upload balik.. tapi, ade lagi satu.. tgk muvi2 nih.. tgk lelaki badan sasa yang bertatu.. u know, gentleman with tattoos..uuhh.. i can never get bored with them... ahaha.. aku tak tau nape, tapi aku suke betul ngan tough man with tattoos.. aduhh.. mario lopez mmg aku suke sangat2, tapi die tak ade tattoo.. tak ape.. sebab aku suke body die dan jugak rupa die yang kacak tuh.. eheheh


banak lagi nak letak gambar kalau ikutkan... tapi, hari ni patutnyer aku letak gamba budak2 kelas 2 luhur yang macam beruk tuh... ahahaha.. nanti2.. tak pegi sekolah lagi hari nih.. jumaat kan hari ni. so, kalau hari jumaat pegi kol 2.00... esoklah kalau aku boleh letak pon.. nanti aku update lagik.. ehehe

Thursday, April 23, 2009

brain freeze..

penah kena tak brain freeze? kadang2 bile makan ais krim or something frizzy.. macam kat secret recipe ade fruit frizz tuh kan... die blend the fruit with ice.. sedap... tapi sejuk giler.. bile sedut jer, feels like one part of my brain suddenly freezing and cold.. ahahah.. serious!

sebenarnye, saje jer.. mata tak boleh nak lelap.. skrg dah pukul 12.02am.. slalu time2 macam nih dah tido.. yer la.. kite ni skang maid dan cikgu sepenuh masa... pagi2 kol 6 tuh dah kene bangun.. ahahah.. tapi kalau malas.. harus pukul 7 baru sedar diri.. kalau tak pon, time yang boleh tido lambat sikit tuh.. kol 8 baru mata bukak.. heheheh... tapi, ape2 pon.. bangun pukul bape pon, yangpenting lepas bangun tido, baju kotor kene masuk dalam washer dulu... tekan, automatic jalan.. for 58minutes.. pastu, kuarkan ayam, daging atau anything i feel like to cook hari tuh.. tapi ayam kene ada hari2.. nanti bang cik tak makan kalau tak ade ayam... while waiting ayam, daging or anything to defrost, sapu sampah dekat dalam umah, luar umah.. bagi ikan2 dan ayam2 makan... kalau rajin siram pokok bunga.. kalau tak biler balik dari skolah baru siram.. pastu, masak2.... lepas masak2, sidai baju.. pastu ade la time nak main mafia wars... waaahh.. feveret skang game tuh.. husband yong adilah la nih.. ridha, die yang ngajor.. ahahahah tuh la yong.. dah aku tersatu geng mafia ngan laki hang..
so kol 12 boleh la pegi sekolah.... kalau ade hari tuh kelas 2 luhur, aku pon raser nak luruh jantung nih... menyampah betul dengan budak2 tuh skrg... lantak laaaaaaaa
biler balik sekolah kalau ade tuisyen, mak tolong lipat baju.. kalau tak.. lipat baju, kemas umah.. pinggan2 dan lauk2 nak kene simpan.. basuh pinggan.. kutip pinggan, cawan dan botol kosong.. ishk2.. kan ke dah jadi macam suri rumah tuh... kan.. kan..

aaa.. pasal 2 luhur... tadi ade kelas diorang.. waktu 6 dan 7.. 5.00pm sampai 6.10.. lama giler rasernye... kesian dekat ade la.. lebih kurang 10 org yang nak belajar.. yang lain? haram... nota yang aku bagi kat depan, agaknye salin la setengah.. pastu buat tak tau dah... ade yang tido.. lepas habis salin nota, aku suruh buat latihan.. macam biasa, yang buat latihan 10 org jer la.... yang lain dok main baling2 air la.. menari shuffle la.. aku punyer malas nak layan... senang2 aku buat bodo jer.. diorang dah main2 pastu nak ngadu2.. panggil2 aku, aku buat bangang jer.. malas aku nak layan.. biler aku ngajar, korang buat tak layan.. ni aku plak buat tak layan ngan korang... yang 10 org yang nak belajar tuh, aku suruh diorang dok depan sket.. senang aku nak cakap.. tak payah aku nak terjerit2.. buat habis suara jer.. diorang buat cikgu nih macam tunggul jer kat depan.. sedih kadang2... sebab macam cikgu jer yang semangat nak ajar.. tapi budak2 buat bangang jer.. ouhh.. kelas 2 luhur tuh, kelas last... bukan 2nd last.... satu jer conclusion yang aku boleh buat... PATUTLAHHHH!!!!
aku suker kelas 3 ilmu, dulu aku penah ajar diorang matematik ganti akak yang 'konon serba tahu dan best' tuh.. walaupon tak 100% dalam kelas tuh pay attention tapi aku suker gak.. ade lebih dari setengah yang okay nak belajar.. biasalah.. ade 1 group yang malas... normal la aku rasa... tapi yang best biler diorang nak belajar, diorang akan jadi serious.. pastu ade sorang, dua yang biler budak2 bising, diorang macam marah.. dan sebab bdk2 lelaki yang marah tuh agak taiko, diorng diam.. aku suker 2 org budak lelaki dalam kelas tuh... comel sangat.. tapi sorang tuh org asli.. ya Allah.. muka, nama macam melayu.. patut la tak penah bagi salam... yang pompuan2 pulak.. (except yang kat belakang dan cukup pemalas) sumer lepak2.. cool, best la.. boleh jadi member.. dan diorang pon kate, diorang suke aku jadi cikgu diorang.. buat seketika, aku rasa BANGGA & HAPPY JADI CIKGU... kelas tuh bukan kelas depan2.. kelas yang agak hujung.. tapi satu jer, diorang masih ade hormat kat aku ataupon cikgu... bile masuk kelas, aku suker jer nak berkawan ngan diorang.. tapi kelas 2 luhur macam tak allow aku untuk berkawan dengan diorang.. (macam bagus.. tapi tak pon).. poyo sangat2 kelas tuh aku rasa.. baru 14 thn, mak bapak tanggung makan, pakai, berak sumer tuh.. nak belagak samseng.. elok lah.. samseng taik kucing...

kadang2 aku pelik la.. kenapa diorang macam nih? mak bapak tak ajar ke adab sopan dengan org yang lebih tua? mak bapak tak penah ajar diorang hormat dengan cikgu atau org lagi tua ker? tak la kot eh.... aku rasa nanti aku nak amek gamba diorang yang buat perangai macam haram tuh.. aku letak kat sini... aku letak video ker... menarik ape... haaa.. esok aku ade kelas lagi ngan diorang.. nanti aku amek.. eheheheehe

don't give up...

dear all my frens..... please dont ever give up..
this is for me too...

Some days are a battle, a steep climb uphill,
and you think you won't make it and never will, but
don't give up!

When the money is low, and the bills are high
and you hang your head and want to cry,
don't give up!

Things will go wrong-- and they always will;
but try to smile when you get the bill, and

don't give up!


Life may be a pallet of gray skies and blue
but only storms can bring a rainbow to you, so
don't give up!

Even when your spirit's flying low and you're floating on doubt
and your whole life is suddenly turned inside out,
don't give up!

Let me tell you what success is all about,
it means hanging in there and sticking it out! So
don't give up!

When you're tired and you can't go on,
and your fuel is low and your hope is gone,
don't give up!

Remember your dreams even when they seem far,
because you never know just how close you are, if you
don't give up!

The tide will always turn when you're hardest hit,
So give it your all, but never quit! And
don't give up!


"Don't Give Up," written and designed by Bobette Bryan, 2002

Monday, April 20, 2009

bbq with para GSTT


okay.. last saturday night.. geng2 gstt kat smk gombak setia.. (my friends and i) ade buat bbq kat umah salah seorang my gstt buddy kat greenwood.. it turns out yang my gstt frens are very cool and nice..

ada ayam, sotong, udang dan hotdog.. besides, ade banyak lagi makanan.. mmg banyak betul.. sampai ade yang bertapau bawak balik lah... so far, as a teacher.. the environment is very nice... all my frens is soo nice too. irst am a lil bit afraid.. u know, i have some kind of problems working with malays... but hey.. the senior techers mmg ade yang gitu-gitu sket.. tapi kebanyakan cikgu2 mmg best.. sporting.. kawan2 gstt mmg la.. sumer muda2 lagi dan mmg best.. cikgu practical yang muda2 tuh.. sue.. dari upsi.. pastu cikgu tetap yang muda.. mmg seronok la diorang. sangat cool.. aku takut sangat memula jadi cikgu. yer la, aku ni panas baran.. tapi so far okay la.. tak lah aku nak marah tak tentu pasal... walaupon last week betul2 geram dengan budak kelas 2 luhur.. ya Allah.. 40 orang dalam kelas tuh.. aku ade bagi kerja.. bukannya tak tau.. dah bincang lagi.. diorang tinggal buat lagi 5 soalan sahaja.. dan cara kerja sumer aku dah bagi.. kelas nih mmg kelas 2nd last la.. tapi aku tak expect macam tuh skali.. aku dulu jahat gak.. tapi kerja aku buat... kot.... ahahhaa.. aku buat.. betul.. aku buat kerja aku.. aku suke ponteng kelas cikgu rahmah jer.. matematik moden.. sebab die slalu panggil aku bengong... huuuuhhh... so now.. aku ajar matematik.. history do repeated by itself....

hari jumaat aku tak masuk kelas tuh.. aku malas.. aku pegi lepak kat tempat lain.. pastu bile balik cikgu firdaus.. macam amrah jer.. sebab die terpaksa relief 2 masa... eheheh.. jangan lah marah kak firdaus... nanti saya belanja mcd.. huhu.. so, hari ni, hari isnin... aku demam la hari nih.. serious... hingus aku meleleh jer.. pening kepala.. sebab selsema, running nose.. kepala pon jadi sakit.. tapi emotionally pon aku malas nak malsuk kelas 2 luhur tuh... 2 masa pertama tuh hari ni.. its really really not good for my karma... ahahaha.. am i a bad teacher? am i? hell i dont give a damn.. like a care... lalalala~~~~

but please ya Allah.. let me make the best out of this mess.. give me strength, give me Your blessing.. tabahkan hatiku.. kuatkan imanku.. semoga Kau sentiasa menjaga dan memberi kebahagiaan kepada orang tuaku..

i sit & i think..


I Sit and Think

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,

of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen:

in every wood in every spring there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,

and people who will see a world that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,

I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.

JRR Tolkien

“My life is crumbling around me, and all I can do is watch the sand sift through my shaky fingers. Everything I touch is destroyed in a matter of days. I am a plague, cursing all those around me. I am scorned every waking minute of every blazing day. With a fake smile on my face, and tear stains in my heart, I make the best of each day. Less painful than the wicked truth. Life spiralling out of control . . . why won’t it stop? When will it end? The time is now. I must leave you. And never forget — I love you. No matter what.”

Sunday, April 5, 2009

dear all my friends..

okay.. got this email from 'jacques'.. it's nice...

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd.'
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. '
They really should get lives.
' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he ha d gone to private school before now..
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends
He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
' Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach..but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story.'
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
'Thankfully, I was saved.My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.

'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'

There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is a mystery.

Today is a gift.