FICM Good Old Times~

Yesterday class is kinda nostalgic,when it is back to the FICM time whereby only 3 sampat guys in the class.
It is about 2 years ago when all of us come into Taylor's College with those dou deng naive naive,stupid stupid look and now all of us really change hell lot.
(after looking at the picture on the ADV attendance lists HAHA)

I am kinda happy with our class because all of us are sampat.
haha.
sampat people are fun to be with and i wont feel stress with them.
and the 3 malay,indian,chinese guy who is in our class make them seems more 'precious'.
*puking* hope they dont read our blog =p

of cause not forgetting through all the semester how we try to 'manja' with those lecturer and ask them give tips larh (especially Mr Boon from economic class), getting those event done, the first time present in front of the class, getting the bring-it-on spirit when in CRR class.
and then meet new friends in degree programme,mafia and all,
more sampat-ness in the class that make us so popular with noisy-ness.


oh my,i do grow up a lot.
and i started to like the way i live my life,
and how i am fated to be in here.
(or not i supposedly will be UCSI wn swt)

ok~
sudah happy express my thoughts to the world~
back to assignment time~~
YOSH!!~ gambate!

Lazy Bum

Call me a lazy bum or anti social freak,or maybe facebook jakun -_-l

When i got the sudden syok-ness mode oli will update my blog.
and errr....a few days ago i only realise we can do chatting on facebook omg!!!
its like i just saw a magic but actually the whole world know about it earlier.(reali swt).

anyway,m.i.a again.
and currently i am addicted to plurk!!

look at the right side of the bar then you will see it.

deng deng deng   --->

(if anyone interested in knowing my current status la,in case i got admirer HAHA *daydreaming as if it will b real =p *)

it is the second year of my degree and assignments are coming,and
i guess everyone know that we have to be more hardworking and add more substance in terms of writing our assignments.
ya,writing again,damn shit.that's why a bit sot sot right now.
write for a year,and then now start writing again T_T

in a way it is good larh,as in the brain juice will terpercik faster compare to last time when comes to writing =p.

ok,going back to assignment mode.
jia you people!
aza aza!!~~
will go slaugther the assignment asap and i am eagerly waiting for my $$ to shop HAHA.

my boots.
winter wear.
gloves.
sundressy.
*blink*

(slapping self from thinking and focus on assignment dulu!!)

Ah Sam Hou-Stress-Ah Day Out

I got myself a new hair cut!!!!!!
Ya,i keep xing fen-ing with people and now i am still looking at the mirror 23123213 times a day and figure out how dou deng i am if i ever wear T shirt jeans and go out swt.
Went to Damansara The Curve and had a really good time there.
sam pat ness in uptown,yup,something new =p
Winter Warmer Release Stress Day,plus 3 jakunS
ya now we have grown up and turn out to be 3 bimbo(with brain and intelligence wn ok,not that kind of real bimbo) walking and as usual try all the clothes annoy people and yup,a new MNG bag..AHAHAHA

in Winter Warmer,nice place for afternoon tea,ya,and this is the daydream-of-prince-charming-look

two 'princes' of mine wtf

drama acting time.

NG when we try to pretend the royal palace scene. =p =p

good take ^0^

shopping girls (ya,we evolve from lala shopping bag to bodyshop and MNG)

sorry for the ss-ness,am happy for the bag i bought =D

ngo mei shan sifu

senior ngo mei shan dai zi

dou deng ngo mei shan dai zi

the lcy who always prepare to pose with whatever things that are reachable!!( will make a video next time. ahahahah)

me and the miss m.i.a,plus the rm25.90 platter that make us want to puke with so much of cheese and potatoes -_-ll

my beloved beaniez. *love*

end this post with an unkown aunty posing in front of Nike,and following unkown stranger again swt.

MoMo the emo

this is momo the emo,my new family tree member,he makes me smile with his big mouth,and my mogi still alive ok! (for those who miss mogi hehe)

I love to crap, but sometimes when i open this browser,my mind is busy and multitasking until i forget what to blog,ended up closing this again and again.

I think i did this a few times??
but guess that my blog really dying because of my lazy ass-ness.

sorry people,i am feeling emo on the first day of college.
..
.
.
dotty.
cause uncle simon is not here already T_T

my sandwiches for 2 years T_T
the uncle who always have a friendly smile and make me feel at home,secure although i am in a college that seems so close yet so unfimiliar sometimes for me.
i remember a lot of things that he taught me,really.
about life,reality.
when i was so naive,and he is somehow there for me to listen to my whining,providing me free fruits and make me paiseh.
and the carnival stall thingy.
sigh,there goes the memories.

3months,
and everything in college changes so fast.
no more fimiliar faces,
i guess really kemelesetan ekonomi,
earn a living is hard,yeap.

me myself,
i also can see the changes,
and i am kinda shocked too,
however,
i think people keep changing but we are not realising it somehow.

what i can say is,things keep happening.
good or bad things,
at least now i am handling it carefully without pouring too much of emotion in it,
suddenly think of the song sings by Pussycat Dolls “When I Grow Up”
(aiyo can they dont sing this song so sexily anot,make it emo a bit marh!!blaming their sexiness pulak swt).

Mr Zulkiflee(i hope i spell it right gua..) talk about the introduction thingy,and i just make it a KISS.real KISS.
and it reminds me of my introduction back to FICM.
really omg, i change a lot, in terms of myself, and the way i think,my maturity.
i was a little girl back then.

but now i dont think i am.
for 3 months i have been meditating and hibernating.
although i miss the chance to gain experience in working,
but i guess what i gain is better than what i gain from work,
i am walking up to the life monarchy whereby self realization takes place

so,
as a result,the 3 months meditation works well when my temper is not that bad anymore.
no more ganster hsl,no more hsl the bully,no more hsl the girl who always fan toi.
i remember the poem i read last time named "If"
and the verse that keeps running in my mind.
   If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,"

When i can think for myself when the world doubt me,
and i can stand clearly for what i want,what i dream of,what i aim for.
We must know how to love ourselves before we want to love others,
care for ourselves before we start caring for others,
and things come around goes around,
fair and square.


this poem gives me a different meaning when i am in 20,and i hope those who read it will feel it too.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

-by Rudyard Kipling-