No hug

Miss Liza is so upset today. My loveli, Ivan, refused to give me a goodbye hug. I am so upset. He always gives me a goodbye hug. Today, he pushed me away. Boo hoo! I am so sad. Sad, sad, sad.

Don't leave me and tell me you love me

Can I please have a show of hands of those who do not mind having others make your life decisions for you? Come on, it's alright. No need to be shy about it. We are all adults here so let's be more open(-minded). No? No one? What about you there? No? Okay, okay. I'll get straight to the point.

This post is my two-cents worth on how I find it rather ridiculous that there are individuals, who indirectly tries to decide for another person and then call it sacrifice. It annoys me when I watch movies or hear some songs where the main character sacrifices his/her love for the other by leaving the latter. The common reasons that I usually hear are:

"I do not want to hurt you."
"You are too good for me."
"I am just not good enough for you. You deserve someone better."
Blah,blah,blah

Oh, come on! Spare us the emotional bullshit! (Pardon the harsh language) Who in the world gave these people the right to decide for the other? In what sense are these people at a better position to determine the right type of partners the other person should be with? Who gave these people the power of seeing into the future - of being able to predict that the latter will be hurt? If for whatever reason, you know you are going to hurt someone then jolly well, change your darn ways (for the better, of course). It doesn't make sense when you know what you're doing is wrong and you would want to keep doing it. Okay yeah, old habits die hard. Totally understandable. But don't you think that maybe the reason why you are given the opportunity to be with that person is so that he/she can help you to change your old habits? Have you ever thought of that? No? Well, it's high time that you do, don't you think so?

Oh bother..

Okay, okay, I have to something to confess. When it comes to the way I dress to work, I purposely dress down. My excuse: you have not seen my lovelies. They are mad! (but I looooove them sooooo much. I really do.)

Everyone around me always has a thing or two to say about my dress sense. (Okay, okay so I dress sloppily.) Just the other day, Mak commented on the sandals (did I tell how much I miss my Birkenstocks? Those darn shoe thieves!) I always used to wear them to school till they got stolen.

Anyways, that was Mak's two-cents worth on my footwear. Then just a few days back, a colleague commented on my dress sense. Apparently, I should be wearing earrings to school and put on a little bit of make-up. Shesh! I don't even put on make-up when I go out. Most of the times, not even lipstick. Yes, I'm that sort of girl. Of course, there are days I might want to just doll up for whatever reason. But mostly, I'm really, really simple. Argh! I know everyone gave the comments with much love but seriously, at times, I just wish that they would just shut their gaps - until their opinions are called for.

Should I even take these opinions into account or just chuck them my mind's trash bin?

Sacrifices

Ok, here's the thing. You see ever since I started earning my own money, I have been a bit of a miser. I now know how hard one has to work to get the cash. (All together now, "I told you so." Oh shut up, you lot!) So for whatever that I can save, I will try my absolute best to, especially for the monthly expenses. (Those darn bills!)

Anyhow, to cut a long story short, (everyone knows how much I can babble on and on and on..see what I mean??) my internet connections is on a budget as well. Unlike how it was previously, I will not have internet access 24/7. (Sacrifices have to be made. Boo HOO!) My home PC is connected to the world wide web only during the weekends. On weekdays, I have to rely on my school eMac.

So I apologise for the late tags and entries.

A poem from my past

If you see me walking the road with someone else,
It's not because I like his company,
It's because you're not brave enough to walk beside me.

If you hear me talking about him all the time,
It's not because he pleases me,
It's because you're too deaf to hear my heartbeat.

If you feel me falling for someone new,
It's not because I love him,
It's because you're not there to catch me fall.

If you feel lost, I too am nowhere,
I too don't know where the road is going.
Are we going to cross each other's paths?
Will we just let go of what we had or
Go to a place where love is bound?

Don't let me walk with him,
It's you I want to walk with.
Don't let me talk of him,
It's you I want to talk with.
Don't let me fall for him,
It's you I want to fall in love with.

He don't farking know. He has no farking idea.

Beautiful poem, ain't it? I stumbled upon it while I was cleaning out my room the other day. It's amazing what you can find lying around your room all this while - if you just look hard enough.

Non-blister heels..me like!

Heels make you feel sexy. It makes ME feel sexy. But heels coupled with blisters...nah ah! Hell no! Not sexy..at all! Painful. That's what it is. Painful. I was just wishing I could go home the whole time. Fortunately, he initiated it first. Thank God! I cannot imagine how much more pain I would be in if I had walked further. Madness....

She's so lucky

Your Luck Quotient: 59%

You have an average luck quotient. There's been times when you've been extremely lucky... but also times when you've been very unlucky. You probably know that you can make your own luck in life, if you're open to it. So listen to your intuition as much as you can. It's right more often than you might expect.

How Lucky Are You?

Oh well. You can't always have the good things ALL the time, right?

Blogging Personality Quiz

Your Blogging Type is Artistic and Passionate

You see your blog as the ultimate personal expression - and work hard to make it great.One moment you may be working on a new dramatic design for your blog...And the next, you're passionately writing about your pet causes.Your blog is very important - and you're careful about who you share it with.

What's Your Blogging Personality?

I couldn't agree more!

Seductive ME

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

You know I'm a sucker for quizzes like these - especially if they are true. You discover new things everyday *smiles*.

Tragic end

At a time when my heart was aching and I thought I was undergoing the worst situation that can ever happen to a human being, the tragic end to the life of an adorable two year old, Nurasyurah Bte Mohd. Fauzi, came up in the local newspapers.

I (secretly) hoped it was one of those missing persons cases where it turns out that the child was actually lost because she walked too far off from home. But I was wrong.

She was killed. Tortured beyond recognition. A child of only two years of age. She was dragged to the smelly bottom part of a flyover. With the intention to conceal his wrongdoings, the killer pilled rocks and any sort of rubbish that can be found nearby to hide the body away. The body of a two year old which he had killed for reason only ALLAH s.w.t knows.

To make matters worse, all that was carried out by her stepfather. A man whom everyone thought was as kind as an angel with his quiet nature. All I can do is just imagine how the deceased's father must be feeling right this moment. A child whom he was not able to see for two months due to a very busy schedule. A child who was initally thought to be lost but later found dead. Dead with the eyeballs out of the socket. According to the local newspapers, Mohd Fauzi (the biological father) was studying for his O levels and had to take a few days off school to search for his missing daughter. The hurt he feels right now must be beyond words. I remembered what my brother had to go through when he was separated by his beloved daughter for just two weeks. Masya ALLAH. I pray that Mohd. Fauzi will be strong and turn to ALLAH s.w.t for guidance. ALLAH tidak akan memberi satu cabaran yang tidak dapat hambaNya pikul.

My whole family was very affected by this incident. In fact, I believe that the whole of Singapore is outraged by this inhumane act. How can any sane human being be crazy enough to kill a fellow being? Being hot-tempered myself, never have I come to a point of wanting to kill someone. At the very worst, I would just sprout out vulgarities. But to kill someone? Masya ALLAH.

This piece of news affected my family so much because of Athirah Bte Alias, my chubby adorable niece of just eight months whom I last saw when she was just an infant of a few weeks old. Due to some circumstances, we were not allowed to meet her. At one point of time, my parents were not allowed to even hold their first grandchild. However, by the grace of God, in a few months time, everything will change. The whole family will be able to see her for the very first time. She will then be able to know her father's side of family, who adores her to death. Insya ALLAH.

Oh, the thrill of a motorcycle ride

The absence of the four walls that confines you when you are in a car,
Sound of the howling wind that is almost deafening,
The zooming of the other vehicles that are so close to you,
The fact that your legs can brush against the tyres of another vehicle,
Not being able to hold on to anything else other than the waist of the rider,
Cold winds piercing through your skin,
Oh, the fears from a motorcycle ride!

Scorching heat that results in uneven skin tone during day rides,
Cold winds piercing through your skin that makes you feel so alive,
The close contact between the "outside world" and you,
Helmet that feels so heavy on your head,
Jerking backwards might result in you falling off while jerking forwards may cause you to knock your helmet onto the rider (hehehehe),
How retarded you look holding onto the waist or shoulders of the rider,
The amazing fact as to how flat your hair can get when you take off the helmet,
Howling winds that substitues as music to your ears - sound of Mother Nature,
Possibility to touch the tarred ground during a corner bend,
How I can love it so much now but at the same time, fear it so,
How I dread it before but now am glad I gave it a try,
Oh, the excitement from a motorcycle ride!

Oh, the thrill of a motorcycle ride!
Oh, the thrill of a motorcycle ride!

Old isn't always useless

I was actually out on a quest for a new blogskin. When I visited the site, all that I saw were such emo skins or if not, too gothic. Nothing that touched my soul (Cheh bah!). Maybe I'll just stick to this one for now.

Wrong direction

"Jangan berharap pada manusia....menghampakan. Berharap pada yang menjadikannya."

Translation: Do not expect from human beings..it is often a dissappointment. Direct your expectations to the Creator instead.

Wise words from a very intelligent friend of mine, that is AizaSherry. How right on target.

My energy is often directed to the wrong target. Hence, the lost.

Humans being humans, we tend to repeat our mistakes eventhough we swear never to do it again.