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its really HaRd to Understand me....;p lalalala.... so, dun waste ur precious time to understand me coz ull feel the hardship to understand me..... hahahaha..... now u know, im also quite poning person.....hahahaha.... sumtimes, i dun even understand the words or the things that ive mentioned bout myself.... hahahahalalalalala...... things that i love the most... allah almighty, my dad, my mom, my siblings, my hubby;p, my frenz, my students, my degree n also my own self...... studying is alwiz be my passion, cant hardly wait to pursue my master....huhuhuhuhu..... im the kipas susah mati of Kurt Cobain.... Why? he was really hensem.... hahahaha... n the man who sold the world is juz like the lullaby that able to make feel like im in the middle of nowhere,,,,,means sleeping....hahahah talking bout my life's inspiration are my dad n mom.... without them....im not what i am now........ hahahahaha....... im really glad to be raised in a very happy n magnificent family....... lalalalala.... its me....... maybe i need to publish my life's biography......hahahaha

Monday, September 8, 2008

never send ur man to supermarket??? based on true story of mine.....kakakaka(date dec,2007)


hmmm…im so bored…n i dun know what 2 do….i need to do sumthing….or ill be bored to death in my office…..

issue to share with my fren in this blog thing….lalala

i was on my way to my office…(klang-sepang)…..as usual….sleepy, so i tuned in my fav radio station—> hitz fm…..huh…..the morning issue…was,,,,why women should never send their men to supermarket…….??why? the issue…really waking me up…..lol…..really interesting…….a lot of callers called up…mostly women……telling whole binch stories bout their experienced sending their men to supermarket….n all the stories….made me burst out laughing….gigling alone in my car…..kakakakaka….

hmmmm….me myself did experience it….kakakaka……a few days before the issue being discussed in the radio……

hmmmm…..my luvly man….kakakaka….we were on our way to the beach….n stopped at the petrol pump to fill in the gas….i asked him to buy bread for our sandwich….hmm….because i was really in hurry that morning….n forgot to bring along the sandwich…..without mentioning which brand of bread he need to buy…….as usual,,,,,i knew that he really, knew n absolutely knows that my fav bread’s brand will alwiz b the gardenia.but, instead of buying the G brand….he bought the High 5 brand…..

i was really mad (mad? juz for a loaf of different bread’s brand……women= particular)……n i asked him to change to my fav brand…huhuhuhu….but he neglected me n juz continue driving….huhuhu…..back to the issue…

my T already lowered,,,,, (T=temperature)…….i really keen to know why he got me the high 5 brand….huhuhhuhu…..

he answered me………with a synical smile…….because the high 5 bread has the fasha sanda’s face on it…..huhuhuhu……

ok women,,,,,the conclusion….never send ur men to supermarket…..kakakakaka……….because they really dun bother bout the qualities or the taste or the price of the things they gonne…..for me,,,,men (in supermarket) really judge the items by its cover….lol)…

end of issue…..

my reflection


Reflection
Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you’ll never know me
Every day, is as if I play apart
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I can not fool
My heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
I am now
In a world where I have to
Hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What’s inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don’t know?
Must I pretend that i’m
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
There’s a heart that must
Be free to fly
That burns with a need
To know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel
Must there be a secret me
I’m forced to hide?
I won’t pretend that i’m
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?