changes?

people change.
i change.
you change.
maybe now.
or later.
we just don't know when.
we do not ask for it, but the changes come.
it comes without any invitation.
without any warn.
no matter how hard we try
it can never be avoided.
so
if i change
for good.
then don't question me anything
but
if i change
in a bad way
please.please.please
correct me.
show me the right path.
i'm begging you.
because i know
that you know better

Somewhere over the Rainbow

One of my fav songs that can definitely turn negative feelings to positive...

Hold strong on your dreams and let them bring you up sky-high...enjoy~~~

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

There's a land that I dream of

Once in a lullaby

.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Skies are blue

And the dreams thats you dare to dream

Really do come true

.

Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far

Behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drop

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me

.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Blue birds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow

Why then, oh why can't I?

.

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow

Why, of why can't I?

.

What's wrong with falling down???

You can always stand UP again~

Too Busy For A Friend

A story to be shared. Thanx emosah!!

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

One day in an english class, Miss Siz asked her students to cut some A4 paper into 19 similar-sized pieces and write the name of their classmates on each paper.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

Miss Siz told her students to write the nicest thing about their classmates on the back of the paper and fold them up.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed the papers.

The students took their time and some even make jokes while writing. "I'm watching you", said a student while thinking of the nice thing to write on his paper. This had cracked a laughter in the class =). At the end of the class, the students handed in their papers to Miss Siz. Having few more minutes before the period ends, and with the request from the student themselves, Miss Siz picked few papers randomly and read the contents out loud. Somehow it brought smiles to the whole class.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a seperate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

In her own time, Miss Siz arranged all the pieces of paper according to the names and put them into envelopes with the particular students names on it.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and "I didn't know others liked me so much", were most of the comments.

On the next class, Miss Siz gave each student his or her envelopes. Before long, the entire class was smiling. Some even laugh. Everyone was happy and cheerful. The atmosphere in the class was very positive.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplish its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

The students never discussed about their papers in class again. Little did Miss Siz know that some of her students did discuss about the papers with their bestfriends. However, it doesn't matter to Miss Ika as long as everyone was happy.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

Several years later, all the students are now pursuing their studies in medicine in different geographical area, with million miles seperating them apart. And of course, nobody was killed so I'm not writing anything further.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a alst walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "Yes". Then he said : "Mark talked about you a lot".

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

"We want to show you something", his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that", Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said,"I still have my list. It is in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Chuck's wife said, Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too", Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me all the times," Vicku said and without batting and eyelash, she continued, "I think we all saved our lists.

Yep. I still have my envelope in the drawer, together with my other 'harta karun'.

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we dont know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are speacial and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

And one way to accomplish this is : forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. But it's up to U to fwd this one.

Normally I hate forwards messages, but I can't resist this one.=)

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what i need now is a total, inside out makeover!

honey bee

a bee in his colony, always helps around...doing this and that without being told to...and i want to be like one...it's like..what's the point of life it it's not making others' life easier?
in doing something, we need to be sincere(a reminder to myself)....never expect any rewards (aside from pahala) and never regret doing it...do something with your heart..this apply in my life, especially in my studies..i always doing it for the sake of other people..to please them, to satiesfy them, to make them happy...and sometimes..with my hard word (not really hard pun..really) i expect to get good grades and pass with flying colours....(oh...nmpak sgt blajar x ikhlas~) and sometimes i regret taking this path and kept thinking of the 'what if's...this habit is not very healthy and yes, i need to change

So..lets be a honey bee(you can also be a red ant if you want to...or any other animals that you can think of)

MMMmmmmm.......

M is for the million things she gave me

O means only that she's growing old

T is for the tears she shed to save me

H is for her heart of purest gold

E is for her eyes, with love-light shining

R means right, and right she'll always be

Put them all together,

and they spell MOTHER

A word that means the world to me.Wishing all the mothers in the worldA blast and blessfull Mother's DayBeing a full time mother is the highest salaries job....since the payment is pure love.

Mildred B. Vermont

*Poem by Howard Johnson

cuz of you ibu, i 'might' go home this summer...

marah (part 2)

kenapa kite marah???
sbb manusia ade perasaan..and marah is one of the perasaan that we have. kita akan marah bile something yg x best or yg kite x suka happen and menyakitkan hati kite..

tu intro...seriously, da mls nk post kt blog ni..why??more readers, especially yg dikenali...so xbest la nk kasi you guys bace bnde mrapu2 or lagha...kene la tulis something yg berilmiah sket...or at least something yg ade moral value ke...and to write something like that, i have to think and think and think...

honestly, what's with the previous post??
hurm...ntahla...fikir2 blik..pelik gak cmne ley nek angin smpi cmtu skali...maybe disbbkan stress...stress blaja, stress environment, dan mcm2 lg stress kt sini....probs die kecik je..klu cite pn..mst kene gelak...cuz mmg x msuk akal n agak klaka klu fikir blik..tp dah namenye time tu tga stress, maka terhamburlah sume2 bnde yg ntah pape tu...since i'm a girl, probability utk ungkit-mengungkit tu amat la tinggi...setinggi mount Eyjafjallajoekull itu...

so...the moral of the story???
ntah la.. i didnt think much while writing this...tgok la..language pn cm rojak...but i think marah is something negative, something that can drains off ur energy.and klu x silap syaitan suke tgok anak adam ni marah2...cm cite habil dan qabil tu...yela..bile da marah, kite hilang pertimbangan diri... tend utk maki hamun, mengumpat, mencarut, pukul2, hempas2 barang and doing things yg mmbawa kpd keburukan n dosa..

x best la kn buat sume bnde ntah pape ni...bile marah da reda..cnfm mnyesal...rase diri sndiri cm bodoh je wat sume bnde tu...ape la...lg xbest bile musuh kite(syaitan la..) happy smacam je tgok kite tga marah...so, pasni,(refer dri sndiri) sila la cntrol urself...