Sunday, July 27, 2003

I DUNNO WAT TO PUT HERE:

today's momma's berfday... HAPPY BDAE MOMMEHZ!!! MUACHZ! hurrhurr.. i just got back from madrasah.. daddy n momma picked me up and dropped mir at the mosque.. then we went to heartland mall d delifrance for breakfast.. heehee.. had d tuna crossoint n daddy go n buy the potato thingy... =) for the first time, after 3 wks.. breakfast was purfect then after breakfast we went to the spectacle shop to get momma's rimless specs... wah seh.. we go there the shop was packed.. n then by the time momma's specs was settled, we were the only ones left... and tt excludes daddy's half-rimmed specs... talalalalalalalalala

woot... shafiqah just logged in.. msn nick:eat well. stay healthy. die anyway.... lolx.. neway.. i woke up late for madrasah... make tt ard 7.50 like tt.. hurrhurr.. and it starts at 8.. so i rushed here n there n got there at ard 8.15 like tt... neway, there were 2 octogan tables fer d girls.. the first table wif asyikin and adila on it was already full so i was forced to sit wif the lisa gang... soooo d kecohx... dunch like.. btw, *REMINDER!*, next week the madrasah wld be at the new, or rather old, location.. haish.. no hap aircon... sooo blardie sianz....

i dunno why but these days i dun sleep well.. maybe becoz i keep on waiting for gege's call but he never call me at nite nemore.. so frustrating.. esp when he makes me wait for dunno how long n then when he calls back he says he wanna sleep... then mite as well dun bother me rite..?! haish... Relax.. Relax....

heehee.. i just ended a conversation wif ct d brader.. hurrhurr.. jocko suhardi or sumthing like tt the name.... he kept making this "...-.-" sign.. so kiutz... anyway, he said tt im sooo malay.. OH PUHLEZE! he doesn't noe me very well.. haha... if i'm so malay then i wldnt be lauffing whenever i speak my language... haish... thx to my momma, i'm so english orientated... but... its ok.... rather than so malay... So MiNAH... *eww....*

sumtimes i wonder what i really wanna be when i grow up... i was thinking of being a businesswoman, contributing to the fashion industry but hor.. now i feel like being an optician or opening a chain of restaurants... haish.. some of my frenz say tt me dreaming to be an entrepreneur is very vain and it's sumthing that they don't think i am serious about.. but i really am... i don't want to be someone else's employee.. i wanna be an employer, not an employee.... cos i think being ruled by somebody else sucks to the core.. neway, i still cannot get my scanner to scan... i mean the scanner's fixed to the comp and stuff.. but i dunch noe why the friggin programme cannot import "twain 32".... haizzz.. its sooo frustrating at times i can just kill myself... x)


died-ed at 1:27 pm
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Saturday, July 26, 2003

A DAMN GOOD STORY:

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw
a kid from my class was walking home from school. His
name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his
books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring
home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a
nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football
game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I
shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward
him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his
arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses
went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten
feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible
sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and
as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw
a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said,
"Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked
at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where
he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him
why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private
school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid
before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some
of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I
asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my
friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the
more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my
friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the
huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said,
"Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles
with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and
handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best
friends. When we were seniors, we began to think
about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be
friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He
was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business
on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the
time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for
graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and
speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He
was one of those guys that really found himself during high
school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was
nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back
and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me
with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and
began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped
you make it through those tough years. Your parents,
your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly
your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I
am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the
story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill
himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had
cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do
it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from
doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular
boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same
grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With
one small gesture you can change a person's life. For
better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
in some way. Look for God in others.


died-ed at 1:03 pm
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Wednesday, July 23, 2003

What the babes say: Kita betol- betol tak suka when you show us how to lift weights. We think it means you think we're fat.
What the dudes says: Huh?? Maner ader fat??? Kata nak badan macam Demi Moore pat dalam criter Charlie's Angels tu??

What the babes say: We don't like it when you suggest going out to eat at a healthy restaurant, for the same reason.
What the dudes says: Nak makan pon nak gadoh ke???

What the babes say: We don't consider kissing another man cheating. But if you were to kiss another woman, it would be cheating.
What the dudes says: Wah wah wah.. banyak cantik you nyer muka???

What the babes say: Unlike you, we want to hang out with your family.
What the dudes says: You nak duduk bawah ketiak my mother pon bole..

What the babes say: If you are responsible for our cat running away, the relationship will end shortly.
What the dudes says: Abih kalau I yang run away amacam??..

What the babes say: We want something on Valentine's Day, even if we said we didn't.
What the dudes says: We really want that new car/bike/computer/toy, even if we said we didn't, kita cuma eksen jerr..

What the babes say: The more you know about pop culture, the more we love you.
What the dudes says:The more you know who plays for Spain/Barcelona, who drives for McLarens/BMW, who rides a Honda CR 250/Kawasaki KX 250, and what Counter-Strike is all about, the more WE love you!

What the babes say: We think it's gross when you stick your tongue in our ears.
What the dudes says:We know, but tu kita peh suka ah!!... hurhurhurr..

What the babes say: There really is something reassuring about your body odor.
What the dudes says: Huh?? BO?? You biar betik??

What the babes say: Any friendships you have with other women freak us out, even if we say it's fine.
What the dudes says: Eleehhh.. tak payah jeles laa.. dia tu kan cuma my fren ajerr.. kita tak pernah buat aper aper.. betoolll... serioouusss...


NOTE: sorry to those who dunch understand.. but according to my mood rite now, i dun give a damn


died-ed at 6:58 pm
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Tuesday, July 22, 2003

We live in a greedy little world
that teaches every little boy and girl
To earn as much as they can possibly
then turn around and
Spend it foolishly
We've created us a credit card mess
We spend the money we don't possess
Our religion is to go and blow it all
So it's shoppin' every Sunday at the mall

All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store

[Chorus:]
Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
It's such a beautiful thing--Ka-ching!
Lots of diamond rings
The happiness it brings
You'll live like a king
With lots of money and things

When you're broke go and get a loan
Take out another mortgage on your home
Consolidate so you can afford
To go and spend some more when
you get bored

All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store

[Repeat Chorus]

Let's swing
Dig deeper in your pocket
Oh, yeah, ha
Come on I know you've got it
Dig deeper in your wallet
Oh

All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store

[Repeat Chorus]

Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
You'll live like a king
With lots of money and things
Ka-ching!


Ka-Ching rawks my ass off!


died-ed at 9:57 pm
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