God bless me....

What happened to me....
I did not miss him much....
What should i do le????

Just only visit Ben's blog....
So envy them...
So lovely.....

This holiday is so terrible for me....
No place to go...No money to go anywhere....
And that is why need to work....
Work from 0900 till 1800...
Sometimes work from 0900 till 2200....

Everyday remains the same...life 's boring....
Sunday...bored...Guitar class from 1000 till 1200...
Haiz...why...so...boring....

I miss my classmates...
I miss my friends.....
I miss my classrooms.....
But i doesn't miss the teachers....

If somebody ask me what is the most important thing to me???
I will answer...
My friends....
My true Friends...
My trustworthy friends...
My close friends...
My best firiends...

Withouts friends...
I think i'll die la....

The second thing i need for my life is my Family....
I had lost One of them...
And i do not want another of them leave me....
But i know that is impossible...
Living things doesn't live forever....
And that is why i am so appreciate them....My dear family...

Christmas is near....
I wish...
All my friends are blessed.....
I wish...
I can spend Christmas Eve with him...

Merry Christmas!!!!

晴天霹雳的天空....

他....
终于恋爱了......
知道他恋爱了......
心里好像很不舒服......
天空好像晴天霹雳了.......

与他相处了一年, 觉得他人挺不错的, 样子还蛮可爱的,待人又好, 有时还很幽默...
总是让人很想靠近它,接近他....

但是现在....
他好像恋爱了....

当知道他终于恋爱了...心里好像不是很滋味儿...天空好像晴天霹雳似的...不知应该替他开心还是....而自己也不知在犹豫什么...

刚刚上线时...他..
不知是不是知道我的留言板在指他......
唤了我...说道:" 我还是单身, still available, haha...."

我也假装不知道地回了他一个问号....
我也没问他关于他所说他还是个单身的事情....
还真搞不懂他在恋爱还是在耍我..... 讨厌死了...

此时此刻...我也不想去想关于他的事情了....
我只期待这星期五可以和他一起游玩......那就行了...

对于现在我对他的感情是怎么一回事...我看..只可以先搁在一边了....
但愿我们的友谊能长久....

The Exam......

This week is damn fuck up!!!! People outside the world having fun after exam but we are suffering here having the fucking exam.... hate the orang utan.....especially the fucking chemistry..haiz...hate the shorty...hate the pigs in the school.....now only let us take exam...along this week is damn damn boring and tiring...dunno exam for what ...hate hate hate hate EXAM!!!!!!!!

Im so anxious bout the day we will be going Sunway Lagoon....with the whole class...it must be lots fun.....hehe....Today so angry..get scolded from a Pui Kia....haiz...first time get scolded so loud from him....hate him....so kecil hati..i kena from him is twice hurts then him...scold me...kill him next time.....

There is another week to having the fucking exams....im gonna die......

HiHiHaHa...

Substitute Teacher

Walking through the hallways at the middle school where Sam work,

Sam saw a new substitute teacher standing outside his classroom with his forehead against a locker.

He heard him mutter, "How did you get yourself into this?"

Knowing that he was assigned to a difficult class, I tried to offer moral support.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Can I help?"

He lifted his head and replied, "I'll be fine as soon as I get this kid out of his locker."

The hard worker
One of my coworkers told me, “I’ve become so nearsighted I almost worked myself to death.”
“What does being nearsighted have to do with working yourself to death?” I asked.
He replied, “I couldn’t tell whether the boss was watching me or not, so I had to work all the time.”

Sweet Nothings…
An elderly gent was invited to an old friends’ home for dinner one evening.
He was impressed by the way his buddy preceded every request to his wife with endearing terms such as: Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, etc.
The couple had been married almost 70 years and, clearly, they were still very much in love.
While the wife was in the kitchen, the man leaned over and said to his host, ‘I think it’s wonderful that, after all these years, you still call your wife those loving pet names.’
The old man hung his head. ‘I have to tell you the truth,’ he said, ‘Her name slipped my mind about 10 years ago and I’m scared to death to ask her what it is!’

Pregnant
My husband and I had been trying to have a third child for awhile.

Unfortunately, the day I was to take a home pregnancy test, he was called out of town on business.

I had told our young daughters about the test, and they were excited.

We decided if it was positive, we would buy a baby outfit to surprise their father when he got home.
The three of us stood in the bathroom eagerly waiting for the telltale line to appear.

When it did not, my thoughtful seven- year-old gave me a hug.
“It’s okay, Mom,” she said. “The next time Daddy goes out of town, you can try and get pregnant again.”

Haiz...life are boring....if you got some free times should read some lame jokes to laugh for at least some seconds or you can also create some jokes too....im bored......the whole week we were playing in the class its really really playing crazy like hell.... haiz..but the final exam is on 3rd of Nov..it just drop on right after my birthday 2nd of Nov....haiz...i think sure boring wan this year's birthday...

Bored....Our story..

I feel so bored during this holiday....

Im so lazy to blogging too...Too lazy...
Tomorrow going Mid Valley with the whole class....

4C first outgoing...sure very fun....

me, kiran. boon kyan, zi yung, tiru, amelia, christine, celeste, eunice, jia-wen,yow tzen, pui yan....i was wondering what will happened tomorrow.....must be wonderful....

This year i really had lots of fun with my class..... 4C..4 Cacat......We are 24 cacat students in this class....we love each other...
I admit that we are really very cacat.... even lots of teacher complained bout us from the starting of the year till now....

I still remember starting of the year we still damn good cuz haven know each other enough...
When come to March...our Bio teacher she absent to school cuz need delivered...and our Bio class teacher replaced by a teacher..until now we all also what the hell is the teacher name.......we hated her so so so much....i am the first one who fought with her... i fought with her without giving her face...... the following is Rekha and Tiru..... This teacher is such a bi***.....she asked us to do the Bio notes without reading the text books.....what the hell??? We don't know what the hell talking bout in the book and that is why we need teacher to teach us...ok ok...she said no need to read the text....f*** her...no teacher teach us.. some more dun let us read the text...what is this??!! From that day onwards...we are so feds up with the teacher.......because she got a 'beautiful' face and we don't know her name we called as "buaya'...and because she relief our Bio class we called our Bio class as 'Buayalogy'...... haha...so damn funny... because we never respect her she also got feds up with us and go and complain with the headmistress...haiz....she hate us very very much....since the scene...she talk bad bout me , tiru, and rekha....but luckly...Pn. Valsala had help us....after the incidence...our class all are loving each other.....

Especially Tiru.... He is like our Hero...He is brave and helpful....but sometimes he cant control his emotions that why some teacher not really like him....but we love him so so much......i still remembered the day his birthday... our class bought him a birthday cake to give him a surprise....he was so so touching and nearly cry.....Before this..when during form 2 and 3...he always mixed with Prince, Nathan the gangs...in my memory he is a 'ganas' person....but when come to this yea...he changed a lots.... He is our 4C Hero!!!

Now talk bout Kiran.... haiz...dunno how to describe this big baby....He is handsome, tall, big ass, got strange fingers, funny, funny and funny.....our class without him will very very boring....He always bring fun and laughter to our class and teachers.... some teachers do not understand him will think that he is no manners... but he just follow his own personalities....funny ,funny. and funny....... He is so damn creative in making jokes using our classmates name or the person characters.....For example...he will create a love story between Teck Quan and Carin... He will sing Hindi song to described them....Haiz... he is so funny....i don't know give what nick name to him... but just a freaking funny guy.... We appreciate him and love him very very much.... Funny Guy in 4C!!!


Now i'm waiting for tomorrow out going with the whole class.....

4 Cacat story will be continue.....

The Flaming Curse

At two years of age my niece Pammy was an unusual child in many ways. Her bright red curls matched her personalities ans she was so intelligent she seemed older than her years. And she was a happy child – until her parents moved to a new home.
Connie and Dan are her parents. They had been delighted to locate a huge old house in Terre Haute, Indiana (erm… this place I also never heard before…but I think is real wan gua..hehe..),with spacious bedrooms to house their growing family. Pammy was the fifth child and another was expected soon.
On moving day Pam’s parents were alarmed to find a smoldering teddy bear in the attic of their new home but in the confusion of getting settled it had been promptly forgotten. Later events, however, made it seem like a significant omen.
In this house Pammy began having severe nightmare s and visions, which everyone put down to an overactive imagination.Often in the wee hours of the mornings, clutching her beloved rag doll, Pammy would come whimpering to her mother’s bed.
‘Mommy, he’s pushed me out of the bed again. He won’t let me sleep and he’s trying to take my doll!’
At other times in the middle of the day Pammy would rush into the kitchen exclaiming, ‘Mommy, he pulled my hair and pinched me!’ She could not explain who ‘he’ was but she sounded is if it always was the same person and never a female. Once she told us her pesky visitor was big and old like ‘Pappy’ (her pet name for her great-grandfather) who was about 70 years old.
At times these experiences were so upsetting that Pammy would be near hysteria; perspiration would mingle with the tears streaming down her face. At other times she passes ‘his’ visits off with a shrug of her shoulders and refused to discuss them.
Connie and Dan decided that Pam was overstimulated by television or perhaps playing alone too much. She needed more companionship to discourage such alarming flights of fancy. Their solicitude, however, did not keep Pammy from awakening terrostricken in the night.
Then, one sunny afternoon in March 1961 (quite long long time ago ho….), the unseen tormentor nearly killed Pammy. She was standing in the center of the dinning room when suddenly her panicky screams filled the air. Connie ran to her – to find Pammy’s entire tiny body on fire! The flames leaping from the hem of her skirt engulfed her completely.
She suffered horrible disfiguring burns over 75 percent of her body requiring months of hospitalization and many skin grafts. In her torment of pain and drug-induced nightmares Pammy never once cried – but often she repeated, ‘Please, Mommy, don’t let him hurt me again.’
Careful investigation of the room where Pammy stood revealed nothing to account for the blaze. But while Pammy hovered between life and death in the hospital I (ehy…not me ah…the writer heard a strange story, one that I believe explains the tragic occurrence.
I was working as a nurse’s aide in the hospital. In the small coffee shop there it was not unusual to share a table with a complete stranger. One day I was seated with an elderly nurse’s aide I had not previously met and as usually happens among hospital staff we were discussing our patients and complaining about the particularly nasty ones. I’ll never forget her words as she unwittingly disclosed the mystery surrounding my sister’s home (eh.. the writer’s sister-Connie) and Pammy accident.
‘Of all the nasty people in the world,’ she said, ‘I had a neighbor who had everyone beat-old Mr. Clayton. I’ll never forget the old man. He hated everything, kids most of all. In fact, he swore that if any child ever moved into his house, the parents would be sorry. He was very wild. If anyone could come back and haunt a house, it would be him. He died last year, a horrible death, and I think he deserved it.’ She paused to sip her coffee, then continued, ‘He burned to death in his bed.’ I felt a sickening lurch in the pit of myh stomach. I had to ask, ‘Where did Mr. Clayton lived?’
Yes, George Clayton had lived in Connie’s big old house! Further questions elicited the information that Mr. Clayton’s deathbed had been in the room Connie and Dan used for dining room, exactly where Pammy had been burned.
Could all this be sheer coincidence? Or did a bitter old man wreak vengeance from the grave?? Im wondering what will happen to me if I stay in the old big haunted house….I think it could worst than what happened to this little poor Pammy….
This true story is written by Judith E. Dixon on March 19...wow..it was long long time ag...that time even my dad only 17 years old boy....what a interesting strange but true story...

FATE

Psychological and motivational studies applied to publications have a lot of hokum about them, but i think you should both ask yourselves: What is FATE all about??
Im going to tell you what i think FATE is about.
I think FATE is a book of magic. When we were kids we believed in fairies and brownies and ghosts and hobgoblins and miracles. I think FATE shows, or should show, that fairies and brownies and hobgoblins and miracles exist today.
When we write a story about the mind, all the direction of that story and the efforts of that story should be in writing about the miracle of the mind - the magical accomplishments of that mind.
And that should be true of everything that appears in FATE.
In a world od materialism people have lost faith inmagic. Yet from that same materialistic world, some have re-created the basis for a new belief in magic. The science that destroyed magic has advanced to the point where belief in magic again becomes scientifically possible.
It is FATE's job not only to point this out but to create an aura of magical belief for its readers.I think we should reason this out most carefully. We should weigh everything in the magazine from this viewpoint.
An ancient civilization has magic because it shows what the mind of man has accomplished. The mind, everything we run are subjects for FATE only if the editorial slant is towards that of magic.
Webster defines magic as '' The art which claims or is believed to produce effects by the assistance of supernatural beings or by a mastery or secret forces in nature.'' I think our emphasis should be on the second part of this definition. We all believe that the magic we write about is produce by the secrets forces in natures.
As far as we concerned, we do not know what these forces are. But science seems to believe they exist (at least our science does) and i think that we all agree. Let's understand, then, that we are selling this kind of magic.
What is the importance of magic to FATE??
To the reader it re-creates the days of his childhood when he believed in magic. Usually the reader, at some time in his life, has doubted or lost faith. FATE can restore that faith and belief in magic. It is also magical to believe in spirits, in survival, in the healing powers of the mind.
Survival and its belief are ac much a part of magic as is religion. We do not emphasize religion very much; that is not our province. But from the purely scientific viewpoint, religion is magic.
Millions of people want to believe in magic. Somehow we've got to convince them FATE will help them toward that belief. And all of this points toward those most fundamental wishful thoughts that:

''My mind is all powerful; it can do anything.''
''Man survives; I survives!''
''The mind heals; it accomplishes miracles.''
''Many strange things are going on in the world which no one yet understand.''
''All these things enchance my faith, my powers, my chances of success and wealth and happiness.''

Haiz..... you guys understand these??.... hope you guys can understand it la... today is a tired day for me...i cried..so sad...but now recover ad lu...hehe...XD..

A GREAT STORY

A GREAT STORY

An Interesting Little Story

This is an interesting little story my mom mail to me.....not bad...

Hello There Nice Person

Did Anyone Ever Tell You,

Just How Special You Are

The Light That You Emit

Might Even Light A Star

Did Anyone Ever Tell You

How Important You Make Others Feel

Somebody Out Here Is Smiling

About Love That Is So Real

Did Anyone Ever Tell You That Many Times When They Were Sad

Your Regards, SMS, e-mail, caring....

Made Them Smile A Bit

In Fact It Made Them Glad

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For The Time You Spend Sending Things

And Sharing Whatever You Ever Find

There Are No Words To Thank You

But Somebody,

Thinks You're Fine

Did anyone ever Tell You

Just How Much They Like you

Well, My Dearest Friends,

Today Im Telling You

I Believe That Without A Friend You Are Missing Out A Lot!!!!

Have A Nice Day...

Im glad My Friends Are My friends.......

Anything i want to post today....

ok...this the day we went to the cochrane there for MSSKL handball match...those ppl hands up are we all...not really all la..my gang....lame...

Haiz.....too bad..i didn't bring my jersey for photograph session...

Firstly....let me introduce my school team....we are handball team...and forgot ad...my school is SMK Bukit Jalil....we just won for the kejohanan of KL wan la....eh...Both of our team got champion....hehe...happy...ok..from the left guyz...Mr Ng...which is our coach aka father of our handball team...then this blur blur de is Kaa Wai...and this guy..sorry ah i dunno who is this..if im not mistaken..he is handsome Eu Jyn..this photo not really clear...dunno which stupid de camera....ok..now this guy is Chean Wei aka Fei Poh...then now this wan..Fu-Yo!!! The under 18 guys captain Chin Jun Yew aka -DJ-Rave.....then now le this wan is the best player..Yeo Kong Cheng...very geng wan le...ok...now this wan is Boon Wah aka -DJ-Unstopable...he is a wing shooter...quite geng also la...with large momentum...and this wan is Phong...this wan...eh...i dunno him..the teacher is my add math teacher aka our guru pengiring.....ok...now girls turn...from the left...Yan Kuan..then our shooter Jia Wen...and this crazy captain..Lennie...and then our pivot Victoria...haiz..me lo...my hair a bit problem that day...hehe.. then this is Shan...Lilian...then Cheryl..Min Sze...Jo Vee...then Kah Ying...then Chee Wan..the last wan is Shir Hwa...it is my honour to be in this photo with the Gold medal and the piala....

ok...kaka..this is me and my friend... my luvly friend...we are freak...damn lame...this picture was took by us on teacher day...nothing to do..hehe...i know i look damn lame....but plz dun laugh at us....dosa...hehe...her name is lennie chong kuan hua...sorry lennie..i wrote your full name...plz dun kill me...friends forever...muackzzz....we almost spent our time to do those lame things...haiz..this is our life...although it is lame.....

Ok...yup..this is me....i think you guys don't really know what am i doing....im not writing on the blackboard..... actually...i did this crime on the end of the year last year....this call vandelisme...im not the only one doing this...but this picture shows me.... fine...i was conteng on the board which is ppl used to ceriakan their class on the back...usually they paste their karya..those subjects information...kaka...i and my friends use the chalks and draw these craps on ths sugar papers..hehe...quite fun... love this...you can see my name..lennie..shi zun..boon wah..jo vie...xiao meng...eunice...yan yan...lian..amali...zi yung...jia wen...and etc..... this is call fun...you guyz should enjoy your school life like this...this will be your sweet memory when you leave the school......

My another first time...

Gosh..this is the another first time i created my blog..dunno how many blog i created and deleted ad..haiz.. today is freaking hot day..and ah..boring day..and.. sad day.. im sad because of the china sze chuan's victims..haiz..GOD BLESS THEM....

I asked my mom yesterday night..''if i got chance to go china there and help those ppl..will you let me go??'' And she said '' you go la..'' i asked her why she let? she said you like to go then go lo... i was like..erm..=.= In my heart..i really willing to go there and help them..i feel very sad when i read the articles bout this scene..and when i saw those pictures shows the people there are buried under those buildings..dying beside the roads which is some more nobody bother those dead bodies...and also those parents crying for their childrens death....that is really pain in my heart..and WE ARE SO SO LUCKY TO STAY HERE..APRECIATE OUR COUNTRY...

Haiz..i know i cant do anything to help them beside pray for them....May God Bless Them....
i cant imagine the 7.8 earthquake happen in Malaysia and some more on schooling time..i dun wan to loss my teachers..my friends..my classmates...and milaron... if it really happen here..i rather die together with you , milaron...

Ok..talk bout other things la....this two weeks is my school exam weeks...darn..it is so unfortunately....haiz...one subject three paper...crazy wan..one day one subject..yhis give a conclusion.. Form four life cant study last minutes and form four is not a honeymoon year....
Haiz.... to all my friends that having exam also..plz pray for yourself...XD