Thursday, November 27, 2008


It has been a boring day again~~~

i spend my day
>playing piano
>singing like a crow >.< (it actually rain the whole day today)-not sure whether is my fault or not >chasing flies away
>eating (chocolate,fruits,noodles,keropok lekur.....etc)---->all fattening stuff
>hitting mosquitoes
>reading magazine

if this type of life continue for another 1 more month, i cant imagine what will happen!!

here's mine and mum's dinner....
tada~ keropok lekur....and 1 packet of taufufah--->is this how we spell it?aha

ohya one more thing.....
If anyone found me sleeping like this, i think i will COMMIT SUICIDE!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

A Simple Story of True Love and True Care

I was checking my mailbox and i saw this story...A very touching story....Please read...

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have.
So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand. 'Who stole the money?' he asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, 'Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!'

He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said,' Dad, I was the one who did it!'
The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, 'You have learned to steal from your own house now.

What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!'

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear.
In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly.
My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, ' Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened.'

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did. Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's __expression when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my brother was in his last year of secondary school,

he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province.
That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, 'Both of our children, they have good results? very good results?' Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,' What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?' At that time, my brother walked out,
he stood in front of father and said,'Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books.'

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. 'Why do you have a spirit so damn weak?

Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!'

And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen

face, and told him, 'A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing.'

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left

the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans.

He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; 'Sis, getting into a university is not easy.
I will go find a job and I will send money to you.'

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me,'There's a villager waiting for you outside!'
Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar.

His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him,

'Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?'

He replied with a smile,' Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother?

Won't they laugh at you?' I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body.
And told him with a lump in my throat, ' I don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?'

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, 'I saw all the girls in town are wearing it.
So, I think you should also have one.' I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, 'Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!'
But she told me with a smile,'

It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand?
He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window.'

I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.
I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, 'Does it hurt? ' I asked him. 'No, it doesn't hurt.
You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet .. Even that could not stop me from working.' In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the village,they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He said, 'Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law.
I will take care of mom and dad here.'

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, 'Why did you reject the offer of being a manager?

Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?'

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, 'Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?' My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said,
'But you lack in education only because of me!' 'Why do you talk about the past?' he said and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, 'Who is the one person you respect and love the most?' Without even taking a time to think, he answered,' My sister.'
He continued by telling a story I could not even remember. 'When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.

Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home.
One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far.
When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks.

From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her.

' Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak,
'In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother,

' And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.

*Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life.

* You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!

New look ^^

just did some changes on my blog skin..guess what..i spend the whole afternoon wondering what the hell are those icons beside and how to put few pictures together...and i managed to get the banner done before dinner ^^..

P/S: i hope the banner is not too bad/ugly for a 1st timer...

Monday, November 24, 2008

something to share

to get to know me ya something....this is what happened to an ice cream in my hand...= =
and mum shaking head....= =

bored...still the same word from me....and see what i did....(prove that i am really bored)

STEP 1: sketch
STEP 2: colour
STEP 3: done
i am so bored....get me out of here!!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

new user in facebook...haha

i am so free this morning and i am so 'itchy hand' and dig out whatever is inside my study table which i used to study at when i was still in secondary school...

and tada~ i found thisthis is a box hidden at the bottom of the desk where i usually dump all my anger inside when i was still in secondary school...

and when i opened itsee the papers inside?yaya...last time whenever i feel angry, i will just pour out my feeling on that paper then i ll put it inside and into the desk...and until today i take everything out and have a look...and i smiled to myself...i just realized how stupid and funny i am last time...but, is a good thing that i forget everything already...throw away all the angry feelings makes me a QUITE happy person right now...hmm...this is a very good way to release your least, the box won't reveal what is in your heart...until anyone see it...i always hope,i can be a very happy-go-lucky person and have nothing to worry about...but when i grow up, i noticed i have more and more things to worry about...just anything...but..yeah i know this is what i have to go through...i will be tough...and i know i can just bear with it...really...hmmm....

ohya...i just help my daddy to sign up a facebook he can play whatever game he want whenever he is free...=)

step 1: look carefully
step 2: answer!
ok dad..enjoy yourself ya...hahaha

is time to go to bed eyes can merely open already...good night everyone~

oh ya...remember to wake me up and eat burger at 6.45am....remember ya!

Friday, November 21, 2008

end of 1st semester~~

followed daddy to KLCC this morning because there is a fish exhibition-'aquafair' inside there, i can actually see many fishes especially arowana in different sizes, different colours, different types, etc...and there are also 1 column specially prepare for people who participate in the fish competition...but too bad, i do not have the chance to go in...aiks

and here's the name tag...(i don't understand why we need a name tag to go's exhibition is open specially for dealers only) visitor wor...

wow i am finally back at home...lying down on the bed under my lovely thick blanket onlining and blogging in a very comfortable cold temperature...i have been looking for this for so long time already...i am finally home after i leave home after the raya break...

P/S: actually...i love my room in my college too...because i have a very comfortable mattress with 1 big pillow and 1 small pillow...but the most important thing good to have the chance sleeping on it especially without nyon hitting my butt and wake me up early in the morning and ask me to go for breakfast =.=

but...i kind of miss the time studying downstairs in study corner everyday from around 10am till 3am, have lunch at 12 noon, have dinner at 6pm and might go for supper too...suddenly appear to be so free now makes me feel so weird...aha...i just miss the whole study week and also the exam month...this makes me grow to love the college more...really...

oklar....three weeks holiday...i will try to do something more meaningful but not just onlining the whole day....jia you!