The things i hate.... the things i love

i am currently experimenting on the impact of using negative and positive words....

lets start with the i hate....

i hate that i have to sms you everyday,
i hate that i have to listen to all your complain,
i hate that you always need my attention,
i hate that you believe in fairytale,

i hate that you always criticise my feelings,
i hate that you always want to know what i am doing,
i hate that you are always lonely,
i hate that you always depend on me,

but you know

i hate you more if you don't remember me at all,
i hate you more for not sharing your problem,
i hate you more for letting me be the last to know,
i hate you more for not believing in love,

i hate you more for not noticing my feelings,
i hate you more for not believing that you can depend on me,
i hate you more for loving other things more than me,
i hate you more for not letting me part of your life.


how about that?

now lets try the

i love (positive)


i love that i have to sms you everyday,
i love that i have to listen to all your complain,
i love that you always need my attention,
i love that you believe in fairytale,

i love that you always criticise my feelings,
i love that you always want to know what i am doing,
i love that you are always lonely,
i love that you always depend on me,

but you know

i love you more if you don't remember me at all,
i love you more for not sharing your problem,
i love you more for letting me be the last to know,
i love you more for not believing in love,

i love you more for not noticing my feelings,
i love you more for not believing that you can depend on me,
i love you more for loving other things more than me,
i love you more for not letting me part of your life.


sounds a little bit sarcastic.

The Simple pleasure.

i am still in my pajamas. i have been wrapping myself in blanket. Its still cold.

walking down to the kitchen to look for breakfast and then i saw a posted note.

" don't stay out too late. love mum and dad"

hehehehehehehe

mum knows that i was going to spend time with my girl friends today. we will be chatting the whole day, scope cute guys and catch a movie. i plan to not spend money too much today, i know that my friends will be but i'll try to keep it down. i just want to hang out.

Doing nothing... talking about girl stuff no more study stuff. a splendid plan i must say.

Calm

Its raining. i can hear the dripping, falling upon the roof of my house. Sound of water gushing through the drain. very pleasant. the air felt moist and cold. Crickets were chirping, either singing or mating.

A month ago, i wouldn't notice the magnificent sound of nature. i was busy with assignment, packed with models to built and cramming for exam.

When a friend told me that i could enjoy the rain. i paused to wonder if what he meant was literally playing in the rain.

I was wrong.

He told me to stop and listen. i closed my eyes. As i was immense with the rain, my head felt relaxed and light. I was stress free. all the thoughts flushed with the flowing water. i felt extremely calm. My inside felt cleansed and blanked.

i smiled. i told myself that i was satisfied with what i have done.

so now, i could take a break.

P/s: i am going to watch kickass tomorrow with a couple of girlfriends.

Ready Set Go

i have worked and strive to prepare for this day. I am glad that i get to do this once again. completing a circle of semester. Nature has taken its course and like it or not the time has come for me to embrace the education system.

i am not the only one sitting for this test and yet i feel that examination is a one to one battle. physically, emotionally and mentally will be part of the test.

I will look back to this day and remember that i am a step closer in reaching my dream.

temptation.

i feel like i want to eat waffle with ice cream on top. strawberry and chocolate flavour... to be precise i feel like going to A&W. tomorrow will be my last test, should i wait till after the test? but its too tempting. i ate Gardenia bread but it tasted like waffle and i even smelt waffle on the way to the kitchen.

i think i am going to be sick if i don't get waffle. is this a sign? am i having symptom? am i about to break?

i think i am sick, addicted and damage.

i should focus on the fact that there are people starving around the world, where having gardenia bread would be festival. waffle shouldn't be a problem of temptation. i can control myself.

self control. self control. self control.

not working. its too alluring. just thinking makes my mouth melt with saliva. i will have waffle today and none shall stop me. ha ha ha ha

p/s: Its the final exam stress its not about the waffle. i feel ashamed and weak.

Thank You friends...

Token of appreciation.


I think i am blessed in a way.. i have friends that have kept pushing me to feel better. you guys are wonders. i think i did pretty good in the exam... hehehhee (ok i don't want to jinx it) the secret is not to do last minute cram (not much of a secret eih? :P). Despite all the things that happen, i am feeling really good now.

To all who have listen to my stories, you should know that i am in debt to you. New and old friends i really appreciate that you have somehow let me be part of your life. For the readers who have been inspired to restart and start writing i will keep pushing you. Let us grow together. The journey of a writer is really a fun thing. Don't be sad by the fact that some people may just don't appreciate your writing, its normal.

Unless your persevere the fruit of success will definitely be yours.

a few direct comments that i want to share

Personal

"i think i can relate to what happen to charlie with my life... sad but its true"

"diaorang tuh remaja.... si perempuan setia tak bertempat...si laki bodoh teramat"

Writing

"i want to write something too.."

i could only smile when i can inspire you to pursue writing and learn english...

Love and hugs..

-ina-

how can i ever hate you?

i wanted to hate you but,

you never really hurt me,
you never really betrayed me,
and you never really abandon me,

its just that

you never really did do anything to me,
so how can i ever hate you?

p/s: too tired.... i promise to make it longer..... next time i hope...

Mourning Morning

Good morning everyone.. i am sure that most of you are having your finals today, and some of you would have the Monday blues on your way to work. Happy examination... to those who are having your finals...and to those who are already at work... may you always be happy....

Last night i have posted something which is very personal for me. However as i have kept detail of the particular person confidential , i guess its not going to affect anyone. Sorry for the cursing though.

Ohya i have not told you guys about the vanilla cake. The cakes smelled great, but the taste of the cake hasn't reached to the minimum requirement (tasteless) hehehhe . While baking the scent of vanilla was all over my body and i end up running to my pc most of the time. A friend told me that i should taste the mixture of the cake before baking it in the oven. -__-" (ouwwwhh..) how should i know that i have to taste it first? but i think i couldn't do that. i never liked taste-ting raw eggs. its something which i really feel uncomfortable. (yeah...i'm pretty bad with kitchen stuff).

Its good that i decided long ago that i don't like cooking because i really sucked at it... hahahahhahaa

But you know, all the trouble my mum took to get me to learn baking, wasn't really about her wanting me to learn how to bake, It was more about her wanting to spend more time with her sister. I am sure about that as she did not look disappointed at all with my end result of the vanilla cake.

So after all i was a pawn in her game. hahaha cunning.

Drama....again its happening...

When i was about to get my sleep, Charlie's ex called . I hated that i accidently picked up the phone. He was calling me to check how Charlie is doing (what the hell right?). I told him that she is getting better now and there is nothing that he should be worried about. I didn't want to have the long chat with him. I know that anger was definitely how i was feeling at that moment. He told me that he stumble upon a picture of a trip they took at Pangkor, that picture reminded him of how happy he was at that time. The reminiscence of the past suddenly made him feel unsure of what he was doing, and he even feel like he wants to patch up with Charlie.

The moment that he said that, out of conscious i said "no..no...NO!, enough is enough... this is not something that you should think about any more... how could you do this to her? You can't...you should have think it through when you decided you want to end it with her" Charlie 's ex paused " i know..i know i did a mistake..and" before he could even continue "and? you did a mistake? you called that a mistake? that was a disaster, she loved you.... she loved you so much that she even forgot that she was hurting herself.. she embarrassed herself that day" (suddenly i cried)

" i hated that i have to be there... i hated that i have to witness you and your selfishness. Is this a joke to you? are you that low ? " .... " but ina you should know that she was suffocating me" he tried to reason with me.. "what? no..no..no.. i have been there when you guys were not yet serious..and when you guys decided to be in a relationship i was there,,and i have also witnessed how you spit at her face... lets get real the reason why you wanted to break from charlie was because of Sh*** " Charlie's ex paused " i didn't know what happen to me... i didn't know that i would even pushed Charlie that day.." ..my tears was running wild i'm not even sure but somehow i felt how hurt Charlie was that day... " you messed up her life, and you knew that she would not be able to concentrate for the finals... you knew that this would happen.... you knew... you are so heartless...." and then i hang up the phone..

i know that i was uncool.. but thanx to him finally i have the opportunity to give him a piece of my mind.... asshole..there finally i have cursed... you even ruined my night.

Morning... ngee

i woke late yet again..... heheheh this is my second day waking up late. My aunt is pretty angry as she thinks that i am not serious with learning how to bake cakes (i was forced to learn how to bake by my mum because she says i need to be more ladylike T__T). Yesterday was the "i only see what you are doing but i don't know what you are doing" and today is the practice what you have learn. (i'm going to make a fool out of myself) Since aunt's kitchen was kind of like a mess so today she decided to make a mess here (in my house) only this time its with me.

wish me luck as i think i am going to need it a lot. hopefully the cake will not be dark ...if you know what i mean. i'm going to stay close to the fire extinguisher hahahha joking

i'll be near to the back exit . hehehe i'm planing to make something which will taste like vanilla.. hopefully

later...

you are worth the trouble

My passion throughout the years for writing has been like Jenny in The Click Five. Its like today you want to be a writer and tomorrow you don't. Its not that i have problem deciding whether to write or not write but more to the fact that a serious writer is a lot harder than i have ever pictured. Let me share with you a piece of my complicated mind, to be a serious writer you have to select a certain genre for a specific target of readers you wish to impress. Let say you pick the romance genre. you still have to decide what age range of reader you want to write for. You have to do research on whats hot and whats has no longer appropriate, slang that is still in trend and relevant, similarity sense of style that need to be used and yet you have to be unique , and many many more (not as easy as it seems eih?)

Next comes the question of plotting, whose gonna be the hero/heroine , whose gonna be the bad guy, what surprise have you plan for your reader. Structuring the idea is also important, may it be too predictable? will your readers understand the idea that you are conveying? and plus will they ever like your writing. Will it be a master piece or a piece of shit? (i know its a lot of drama)

Before writing, one must also decide on how thick you want the writing to be. Do you want to write as novel; long winded with many sequences or do you prefer short and simple. And Grammar.. aAAA don't start .

But you know, i think i want to work hard for this new interest i have. I want to spend years writing as writing is a way for me to speak to other people. I want to offer my best at writing for the reader to get a simple light reading for relaxing. I know that i'm far away from that, but all the trouble will be worth it.

have you ever feel strange?

strangely

when i look into your eyes,
i feel warm and cuddly,
safe and secure.

when i hold your hands,
i feel strong and bold,
dignify and clear.

when i listen you speak,
i feel being valued and blessed,
enthusiast and happy.

when you smile at me,
i know that i am ok,
i am doing the right thing.

but strangely

it is not enough to know bits about you,
to know more is what i need to stand straight.

it is not enough if you smile without laughing,
you can fake a smile but it is hard to fake a laugh.

okay is just not good enough,
i want you to be happy.

have you ever feel this way?
do you feel the way i feel when you look at me?
do you want the same for me the way i want for you?

Pillow talk

last night when i was just about to sleep a friend of mine sms me and we talk about the girl in my 1... 2... 3.. post, Charlie.. and to my surprised that he said and i quot

" tkt tadek org nk jadi bf dia" i wanted to reply his sms but my credit has just expired. i agree perhaps in these few months no one might want to take Charlie out and all. But i don't think she will not ever get a new Boyfriend.

I have been getting lots of respond since the day i post final chapter that charlie is dump and pathetic and some even told me that charlie is just like a kid ,spoiled in a sense. I really can't have much say in what you guys are thinking but just to be clear, most of you would have done the same if you were in her shoe (begging). However, I must admit some people are more prepared for this kind of things. But no matter how strong you are, when it cuts, it is going to hurt.

early birds catch worm

its normal for me to wake up early in the morning nowadays. i remembered my school days which i despise waking up early as going to school wasn't something i look forward. The dreaded morning mood swing and my eyes will look like it was swollen from crying (but of course i didn't cry just stayed up late).

But the days are changing for me now, i want to wake up early not because i have something to do but because i wanted to catch the early scent of morning. There is something special about the rising sun affecting the climate. You'll feel cold and yet the sun is shining brightly.

However if you wake up in the middle of the day, its just too hot and most of the time i feel dehydrated . Its a simple pleasure but it is worth it.

So good morning people......... may your day starts with a blast.

English lesson for today

me: how do u say taik telinge in english eih?
master of blogger: ear wax la i guess
me: korek taik telinge?
me: dig ur ear wax?

master of blogger is typing a message.
master of blogger : maybe, cleaning ear wax would sound nicer, hehe

hehehehehhe

final chapter

I’m sorry that I have not been updating my blog as frequently as I used to. I was still in shocked by what happened two days ago (besides the examination). Charlie (since this is the third time that I write about her, I think its time to give her a name) called me last Saturday as she wanted help for her relationship problem.

I wasn’t that surprised that she has come up yet again with another impossible plan to reclaim her boyfriend. She decided that she wanted to remind her ex-boyfriend of the moment which she calls as sweet memories. I wanted to stop her but God knows that she was unstoppable. So I decided that I will just stand by her side without judging.

We drove to her ex-boyfriend house. (Pretty extreme I must say) She brought a teddy bear that was given to her as a gift of their third anniversary. When we reached to the ex-boyfriend house, we saw that his car was there and so we waited. After half an hour, Charlie decided to ring the bell. Eventually her boyfriend came out. He was shocked and wasn’t happy with the fact that Charlie was standing in front of his house. Charlie and her boyfriend talked for a moment. I didn’t know what they were talking about but when her boyfriend threw the teddy bear I know for a fact that the mission was really an impossible one. I knew from the beginning that this was not going to end well. Charlie was begging him to reconsider while he was trying to push her away. I witnessed that painful moment and I almost cried as it has come to this stage where Charlie doesn’t even recognise that her life is worth more.

The time was right for me to pull her out of this mess. I knew that I had to persuade her to leave that place and so I did. She was crying, and the strength that used to make her look and feel calm doesn’t seem to work anymore. I realise that words could no longer describe how she was feeling and experiencing.

Later that night, it made me thinking how much people have sacrificed for love. Some of my friends have worshiped the ground that her lover walks and some would even go to length that is beyond my imagination. It wasn’t a very good day. But there is a lessoned in all that is written for us. To understand what the lesson meant some would have to fall to the lowest.


p/s: Charlie is recovering and swallowing the reality as I write this post. Wish that you get better.

hanging out with the broken heart.

Remember the girl who just had her heart broken? i went out just now with her. I tried to cheer her up but she doesn't seem to need it. (maybe she is really ok or maybe i was overprotective).

Everything looks normal but here is some signal which i find contradicting to the okayness that she is trying to fool everyone around her.

1. Starring and pausing a lot
2. Accidentally tell the "ex used to bring me there..."
3. The tired eyes of lack of sleep
4. Avoiding and rolling the eye when she is asked about what happened.

I am proud that she is being strong. However does being strong means that you don't let your self fall? isn't that like not being a human being. (cewah)

Despite all the deceiving, i am keeping an eye on her. Maybe i should let her be the way she needs to be.

how are you

i know that i ask how are you like a thousand times and you replied " i am ok ( with a :- ) ) " you said your ok every single time people pour you with that question. It doesn't even sound like a word anymore because you know you are not.

you are always there for me. you helped me when i was not worth saving. you let me in your circle when no body else wanted to have anything to do with me. you heal me trough your honesty and your friendship. So i will do the same for you. i will pretend that i acknowledge that you are ok and when you are ready i will be your saviour.

let me pay my debt to you for i know i can never repay the way you did for me. Girl, i know that you are hurt.

you are vulnerable and in pain,
i know cause i have been there.

you said you have plans but in fact you are isolating yourself,
i know as i have done that.

you cried in the bathroom alone,
i know that crying alone will hurt you more.

you think that the world is ending,
i know i feel that way sometimes.

you crack your head thinking of how to get him back,
i know that you don't realise you will lose your integrity doing so.

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p/s: turn to me.

Break

Once in a while you will need a break, a break from studying , love , even from fun. Drama ,if you want to say it, also has TV commercials. Why do we need a break? Its giving your body and soul a time to chill, relax.

A friend told me that he is not ready for a relationship. Perhaps past relationship has stranded him in a web. In his mind he is trapped in a time warp where it doesn't moves , static. He told me that a few weeks ago and today he is in a relationship. he he he he (well wound sometimes does heal all the sudden) but my point is even great people takes a break. My mum for instant ,she is taking a break today and she smiles more than usual too ( yeah..yeah...yeah.. it maybe because she is doing shopping and she starts as early as 6.00 am ).

maybe we should ask ourselves 3 question.

1. how long have i not taken a break?
2. how do i take a break? (swimming, fishing or karaokeing?)

and finally the most important of all.

3. how do i decide when the break should be over?

An artist who toke a break from her singing ended up not singing ever again. A writer who says he is taking a writer break ended up not writing ever again. same goes to all the guys that are having an exam. they say they wanted to take a break but what they actually meant they don't want to study anymore.

The question lies deep in our inner selves to decide whether is it just a break or have you given up already? ......

p/s: For the friend who has just gotten into a relationship and you are reading this. My wish is that you will be happy and i hope its not another drama. cheers

Pasar

Today started with my mum waking me up at 6.00. The sky is literally dark but my mum wanted me to drive her to pasar (my mum actually can drive, she just wanted someone to carry the groceries) . she is not working today. Beside pulling out teeth mum also try her best to be a good housewife.

(mum's cooking skill is one of those skill i didn't inherit) Her knowledge about the fishes is astounding. She would tease me in my lack of knowledge of the food stuff. it used to bother me, but not anymore. Every time mum cracks a joke about them i will just say that its not that i have no interest but my boyfriend is a good cook (yes i am lying.but i have to say something right?). Mum would laugh and i would try hard to smile.

Me : Mum can i ask you a question?

Mum: what about?

me: why didn't you get a husband who could cook?

Mum: daaa... then you wouldn't be here. ha ha ha

me: -___-" (yeah its a pretty stupid question anyway)

The thing about pasar is that at the end of the day you will smell just like it. no offense, i still do enjoy going to pasar with mum .

Sotong masak lemak today..... well that is of course if mum doesn't change her mind.

you are you.

The other day... i met you down the straits. call me crazy but looking at your face was just a gift from heaven.

when you smile my heart was full of calmness.
when you laugh it was enough to make my day.

The fact that all this is happening is due to the fact that you look so cute. Words could never describe the joy i felt when we stumble upon each other.. My heart would melt and eyes would stop blinking.

However, I don't want to know what kind of person you are. As i am afraid that if i know the magic would stop. i don't want to know that you cheated on your girlfriend, or the fact that you are just a spoil rich brat living on you father's fortune. That you never kept your promise to your friends. And never believe in love.

It will tear me to pieces. It will not be pleasant. so i don't want to know. Let me remain in the dark not knowing who you are. So that the magic would continue and i could get to smile every chance i meet you.

Let me adore you while i am still single.....
Let me be like a kid who have crushes on every cute guy i meet....
for when the time is right...
i will only have one in my heart...

for now let me be the girl with a naive heart. you are you and i am me. you are the stair guy and i am your secret admire.

a Chelsea fan

My dad have been buying me a hello kitty doll since i was 5, every time he returns home from a work trip he would never forget to get me one of those doll. In a way it is his way of appologising to me for the time taken being away from me.

When i was much younger, i used to be my dad's best buddy. We always go fishing together. Dad would argue with my brother about football scores and boy stuff and i will always stand by his side even though it never made any sense to me. When mum scold me for misbehaving i would run for him and he would safe the day.

I constantly cry with the fact of being apart from him. The only way dad could do to cheer me up is get me a hello kitty doll . Its something every girl my age would want to get as a present. (i mean in those days of course) and it worked for a few years...

It has been years since we have that tradition. The reason for that is that I grew affection on other stuff. Dressing... makeups... friends.... and some other girl things. When dad pops up with a hello kitty it doesn't surprise me any more. so eventually dad stopped buying the hello kitty doll.

i guess in way you could say that i have become complicated.

i just realise a few years ago that dad could no longer hide his grey hair. He is getting older and time seems to take his dark hair little by little. That is why i started becoming a Chelsea fan. I'm always at home trying to cheer him up and make conversation.

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Today i would really love to get a hello kitty doll from dad... Studying have stressed me to the max...

Dear dad..

You will always be my knight in shining armor.

love

your one and only daughter

Introducing...Peanut

from now on, i'll be giving nicks to everyone who comment via chat to chat...this comment is an insult as well as a complement...

From peanut.....

hehe----i have 2 person that i noe who have blog....u and my sis....if im bored then i check la

ps:peanut melts me most of the time.........
i think peanut will be around to comment more...stay tuned....

i am not blind but i do not see,,,,

i know that u are hurting....
but i mask the truth that i see...
i hear your scream...
but i do not listen...
i sense your present...
but i ignore you....
i know your weakness...
but i do not tell you...


who am i to you?
i am no stranger to you
i am the man in your mirror wall...

the blunt knife

they say...
the cut is too deep....
the pain will subside...
time will heal....

what they don't say....
your life will never be the same....
the pain never really goes away....
it will always be part of you...

which should we believe?

studying for the finals....

today i went to a study group and i was wearing my study face .. if u are wondering how it looks like...

its definitely like this <-__->

Frankly speaking, i was bored.

the studying......
the repeating....

from point A to point B then to C

what a dull thing....

then when i was just about to stop...

this guy walks in front of me...

he wasn't that cute...


my heart stopped for a second...

then i hear voices.....

he.... is.... the.... one....

he ... is...the... one....

he..is.,..the..one...

(people if u ever hear of this voice when u want to study... it is called setan)

all the sudden inside me i was wishing for him to take me with him..


my friends was looking at me like this...---> 0___0"

hahahhaha

oklaa i'm joking... i'm not that stupid dove....
so lets get back to study....

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travel through time...

kids....

a cotton candy could make us smile....
laugh at jokes that tickles our heart..
sweat and play around...
treasure the littlest charm..

teenager..

become very picky...
hate part of what is written for us....
fight for what we belief is right for us...
want to change and we force for it....

adult.....

realise that not everything is meant to be...
know that we can never say yes all the time....
learn that there are time that good bye is a must...
see dreams as just as a dream.....

when we are wiser.....

could no longer laugh at the jokes we used to...
start talking about the past....
wished that time could turn around....
wanted to redo and rewrite our journey...

God...............

i pray that

i would never wish of wanting to redo
never want to rewrite the past....
never want to stop laughing...
never want to think that dream is impossible...

let this path be worth of a life ....

1st review from one of the blogger master and many more

i do like the direct comment from an experienced blogger..... i have been getting a few but you have to read this.....

me: :)
me: so
me: over 10
me: what would u give my blog
me: hehehehhe
me: i can take the hit
me: no problem
master: maybe a 7, since there are no dead people in it
me: hahhahahaa
me: but seven is already kind of good (moral up)
me: hehehhe
me: i was thinking like three or four (trying to be humble but i wasn't humble at all)
master: well i'm no pro, haha, but i did read everything, so thats good
master: at least i didnt stop after a few lines, haha
me: hahahhahaa (ouch)

p/s: me laughing at myself so uncool.... -_-"

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more reviews

master of english: hye
master of english: sorry was a bit bz juz now
me: heheh its ok
me: hey i just decided to blog
me: gara-gara nk impove english
me: hehehehehe
master of english hahahah
me: hehehhe
master of english :yeah i've already read it
master of english :heheh
me: really?
master of english :yeah
master of english :"a dad who always drink alcohol"
master of english :"well u can just say "a dad who drinks "
me: hehehhe
me: ok
master of english :cause ppl can understand already
me: alrie
master of english : hehehe.. btw nice one
master of english : ur good
me: hehehhe
master of english: why dont you also putthe details bout his brother's dreams
master of english: heheeh
master of english: btw i hope that linda gets a better life
me: hahahha
master of english: heheheh
me:: u nih
me: macam ada maksud tersirat ajek
me: hahhahaha
master of english: its actually depends on how u take it
master of english: hehehe

---i love comments---

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and one more which hits right at the spot...

close friend : masalahnye tajuk blog ina pn da cam lain je
close friend: wahahaha
me: ha ha ha (tak ikhlas T______T)

Putting linda to rest

Three years has passed and wishful thinking doesn't seem to help Linda anymore. She finally realise that no angel was going to come and take the suffering away so she called the social service.

.........

She is free at last. The nightmare that haunts her every single day is no more. However the lost of one of her eyesight is permanent and she has to deal with it for the rest of her life.

If only she called the social service before her mum hits her on the head with a baseball bat.

the end...

i was thinking of ending it in a more dramatic way but i am too lazy to do so. My message is pretty simple to all the 'Linda' out there, take control before you lose your eyesight.

You can take your time by being positive but you will lose part of you if you wait too long.

daaa...

XoXo

Fire up or get fired

The topic seems to be too much of exaggeration. T-T

Here goes a story.

Linda is a very nice girl. She had always been nice to everyone around her. people always compliment how pure and kind her heart is. They imagine what wonderful family she must have to raise such a well mannered young girl.

little that they know that those words tears her heart...

..........

The truth is, she has a mum who always beat her when she is in a mood swing,a dad who always drink alcohol and a brother who only cared about his dream. Needless to say, she has been growing up in a not so perfect family afterall.

She is being positive all the time. Hoping that someday angels would come down and take all the pain she is going through.

so she smiles...
and she hopes...
that everything will get better....

the end...

......................................

Not satisfied with the story ?

Do me a favour and ask yourself

are you Linda?

yeah...

if the shoe fits

tale as old as time....

this time .....

its now or never.....

all about writing ...extreme English stuff

let this blog be as old as time,

gheee.. i am so full of my self now. -_-"

anyway everyone has to start somewhere..

wink~wink~