Labels: i did it

HHAHAHAHA!!I am on track with this girl!WOOT!!

EYECANDY.COM!!HAHAHHA!!! Wow, very confident that he is the one for her.Well, so far so good~palui eh, distracted ne karang...

note to self:Libraries.

gila basar rationya atu, mcm, you can practically put these boys on sushi conveyor belts for you to pick!(yes, a mental imagery appeared in my mind)well, the bearable looking ones, that is.

But *sigh* very tall men =( in shorts.Ok the latter bears no significance but 'Very tall men' sounds very intimidating.Like hello, i can barely make my height on par with my exisiting taller(not tall, just taller) friends even in 3 inch heels!

There is no way i am gonna wear 5 -inch platforms to lectures, risking my waterface if my body decides to go klutz on itself.Jadi lipas saja.scurry pass people until tpijak.

but imagine mcm if these anglo-titans talk to me from a skyview height, both men and women.I mean, my world would be filled with constant echoes and bellowing vocals from a height impossible for me to reach without the ridiculous 5 inch disco platforms mentioned above.And besides, disco is dead.

hehehe, i gets you mahnn..i think he asian.

oh oh!Banar tuuu =_____= karang ada tu this scrawny dude yang perasan hot tah jua like =______= and the boys would be hoolingans..everyday of the week.

pasal kau bida kan?

so yeah, uni reviews are always fun to read.There would always be parts on night life and boozing which find very mmmhmm, manasaja kamu.

It just hit me that i would have to make new friends.FRIENDS!OF THE RAINBOW COLORS!!Not that i discriminate*insert silence here* but gahhhhhh, okey,i do admit that i sometimes do come off a bit cold and introveted but thats because I AM COLD AND INTROVERTED =_____= and i'd have to project myself on assignments and classes of which i didn't previously.Cultures are different,aren't they?macam okey, i give a scene ah

if anak atu bjabir dalam kelas..apatah saja ia jabirkan

a)teachers here would think that we have this insatiable thirst for attention(pasal tani ganya yang menjawab and urang lain diam)

but

b)teachers there would expect you to shout out all the thoughts you have.Basically, bjabir all you want and there would be standing ovations all the time.Ok i exaggerate but there is some truth in what i say, as ignorant as i sound.

i know

both sides do have valid reasons; here, we appreciate silent speeches and meaningful long thoughts before saying it alound, just to hear if they do make sense,the thoughts i mean.

but

there, spontaneous, raw ideas are more appreciated as it shows how quickly a student think upon a matter, how brave a person is in giving opinions, how americano a person is.

To put it simply, rice is good but a big Mac makes a better impression.awu.

hahahha, tapi aku tatap makan nasi!!!

i'm gonna bring a tribal outfit and 2 rubber duckies IF i do get this thing.Get back to earth, girl.

i find the extract below very inspiring so i'll end with that so it could(if it does make sense) inspire something as it did to me.=)

p.s: The images used are merely for exhibitional purposes only, i get no money from distributing and editing them. yes.

Labels: eye candy.

Labels: polyvore, trampoline

hello sunshineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

well, i feel better today, after a long sleepless night..i think i am suffering from a mild case of insomnia but soon to be confirmed.So i have been missing my friends lately;everyone, in fact.It's understandable that they are busy at the moment making up for the time lost/memory lost/ climbing to a higher dream/ mopping up a murder scene so i'll just be patiently cementing my butt to a position which still enables me to see my laptop screen.well until i feel like showering or one of them calls me up and plan a day out soon, or something.I'm quite hungry at the moment.

and i haven't taken my leaving ceterficate.Is that a big deal?maybe.

time of the month.

Labels: laptop

its that time of the month again.





that time of the month when the underarms have no restrain upon its secretions.
why, you ask, of me-why do i need to state this..here?

pasal i stank up the whole building last sunday and any form of cleansing rituals was out of my capabilities.

ok, let me just describe the situation-so i was standin there, passionately teaching these form sixers some differentiation and suddenly my armpits were feeling passionate too.Oblivious of my own...smell, i whiffed it up and thought to myself 'whoa, someone forgot to apply the goods'

so i was standing there thinking...dari mana kan bau atu?presistently having this notion that i was not the cause.

5 minutes after that, the einstein in my head decided to wake up and pfffhh....it was all too late.I searched for my daily spray and turns out that it was one of those lucky days that i decide to leave it at home.Smart.

So i continued for about half an hour, trying my best to conceal any sense of guilt....or any affirmation of the B.O, clamping as best as i could whilst moving my hands and limbs in the sanest way possible.Mind you, I tried my best.

i mean why world why?why rexona?

why did you fail me down??

i thought we had something special.

an everlasting partnership.

i guess i was wrong,

and i admit,

i do have,

too much rainbow under the great big skies of

my armpit.

i.love.these.coats

is this a coat?antah.


yes, aku iski for nothing.

Labels: hippie, rainbow armpit

Labels: hunkydory

i salute this guy for being upfrontal with his emotions.

Labels: i believe i can fly

because it is a sexy song nevertheless.

I was out with the family the other day; a soto night out you might say. And since mum was too tired to cook, it was a befitting 'eat-outing' on a cold, rainy night.So we arrived at a restaurant near kiulap and seated ourselves comfortably behind a round table inside the building, sheltered from the pouring rain. All was well; bowls of hot soup steamed lazily in front of our faces, generating warmth in contrast to the chilly atmosphere.Then a slight disturbance was heard from a table nearby- a small boy being questioned of his basketful of homemade cakes and such. "apa namamu lai?" the woman asked while taking out a couple of dollars from her wallet. The man seated across her stopped eating for a while and examined the boy- exhausted, clothes wet and only a songkok protecting his head.

As the little boy answered her question in the most timid voice, the woman pressed on with a few more curious inquiries: where he was from, where are his parents, was he alone.

I only caught a glance of the little boy;not that i was arrogant or ignorant of his presence, but more of how i am familiar with the condition he is in.

As far as i know,everyday, he would walk around the shopping centre near the Berakas School, hanging around the restaurants and any eatery nearby. While others busily order food as they please, he attends to opportunities to sell, with only thin pair of slippers, flimsy shorts and a well worn out soccer jersey.

He knew me; he knew my family-a silent conformity that people have upon a few chance encounters.Those encounters were located so far away from where he was that night.How he even got to the soto restaurant was shocking for me.

He left as quickly as he arrived, without approaching our table.My mother pointed that out in the midst of me anticipating his meek voice, in hoping that money could be made. The situation had left frusturated on a number of levels.

Why did he deliberately avoid us?

Did we look that menacing?

Was he that embarassed?

It, i think, the decision he made, was due to dignity and respect-neither random strangers nor helping hands.He was polite in that sense which breaks my heart further.

I have pondered upon how it would be in his shoes; to face people as he was, bleaching away his pride, his sense of self, his purpose in life. Would that be it until he grows up?what can he do with no education?

i had once placed all my anger upon his parents for shouldering such burden alone at such a tender age. But who am i to judge their situation which i scarcely know of.

It was just unfair to me how his chance of being whoever he wants to be, the time and experience to see who he will eventually be, is stripped away from him forever.

While other children munch up fast foods, he gulps down his own saliva when his tummy rumbles; while some children have bubble baths hours on, he sits under a shade to protect him from the scorching sun of the midday sun; while some dreads school, he imagines how it would be like to just sit in a classroom, be taught by teachers, have homeworks and music lessons.

So every now and then, i do reasses my thoughts, the position i am in. I am lucky. I may not have mountains of money or people at my disposal but i have my freedom.Freedom within limits is still freedom. I can be who i want to be, knowing that i just have to take the step further.

The rain poured down like a symphony as i crawled into bed.Blinking a few times while reciting my daily Doa, I felt very thankful of what God have given to me. I went to sleep with hopes of a new day for me, and especially a better day for him.

Labels: His dignity

googling saja-saja, i find that googling stuff is actually worthwhile XD and yes, i facebook every minute of the hour so what does that say about me ey? ahhahah

so I'd like to go to Disneyland if i am granted the $30, 000 per month to further me studies to you-know-where.( si mas iski...awu wah, aku iski jua.X))))

so yeah, thats about it. =)

Labels: etc, facebook, rogut