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.
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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-