tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41165501242939788072024-03-06T03:38:16.085+07:00Boo. Boo back.It's just another ordinary blog. Take a peek.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-30339840423625317442010-11-05T09:55:00.002+07:002010-11-05T10:08:38.080+07:00Nothingnesshey blog, its been awhile. i know i've been abandoning you...<br />im sorry. today i cry again. and yesterday. and maybe back then when i dunno why the hell i cry. its like an auto reflexes that i cant avoid. i know i always been a cryer in the dark but lately its out of control. even the simplest words touched me and tear jerked me! its exhausting me. making me feel like its going to be that way again and again. crying doesn't mean sad rite? it cud be a lot of other things but for me its for nothing. its like the reason to cry is when the deepest, softest part of me has been touched, has been disturbed. the bright side of it, it goes to show that i have feelings, im not feelingless like i thought i was. the darkside of it, someone somewhere thinks its them to blame. its not. maybe they trigger it but the rest, elaborating this part was entirely me. see me babbling nonesensely. i hate tis cuz i ruined everything.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-22003923291156318072010-07-26T20:18:00.004+07:002010-08-15T10:48:40.883+07:00speechlesshello blog. it's been quite awhile, isn't it?<br />wuuu, i've been happy, so happy with what i have right now. i've met him and being with him makes me the happiest girl in the world~ ^^<br />there's no word to describe how it feels but all i know it makes me feel better about everything. yes, i've waited long for this and yes, i am happy.<br />thank you Allah for this beautiful man you've sent to me. if its a little early to say, i hope he was created for me because above all, he always bring out the best in like no one else can do.<br /><br />Mohd Asyraf,<br /><span style="color:#000000;">i get it all, tall, dark, and handsome. :P and <span style="color:#33ccff;">comell</span>~ :3<br />kind, giving and understanding<br />patience, passionate and emphatic</span><span style="color:#003333;"> </span><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">it's when you scream, and he cal</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">ms you. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">when you slap him, and he kisses you. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">when you cry, and he hugs you. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">when you tell him you hate him, and he tells you he loves you</span></em><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">this is what you are that i know, i just can't ask for more and i hope it stays like this forever~ :]</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span>Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-18579179354927188032010-06-15T23:54:00.001+07:002010-06-15T23:58:01.231+07:00ive hated you before, you know...i knooowww i should have not been thinking about it but so much has happened and pretty much, i was force to think about it anyway. well, ok get this. all your life, all you have is yourself, then your real families and last, your friends. this is your comfort zone. through life, you will meet a stranger and get to know him and then finally get into him, generally. then you have to get to know his family, him to yours. so the problem is how would you, especially a girl get that golden ticket to enter the new family. just be yourself? boy, you are reading too many books and novels. pretending? not going to get you anywhere. ok, maybe a mixed of be yourself and pretend here and there would let you make it to the finals. well, its going to be a disaster. it used to scare me about this whole in law thing because i dunno, not very good with the people? other's parents usually never failed to scare me? and the family = a lot of people in it with different stories, different other family and yada, yada, yada. haha, of course i am excited to be part of a large, big happy family, if it is a big happy family where i used to own one before my grandmother died. after that, they are all just some piece of shit. don't mind that but today, i figure out, hey, i am going to marry someone else's son and for that i have to gain that permission whether i like it or not. there's no other way, everyone have the same problem and why would i not have the same right. it seems fine for everyone so i guess i'll be just fine even though im going to be scared shitless when the time comes. hahahahaha. <br /><br />but the thing that forced me to think about this is how a person with a wrecked personality would have gone through that. oh God, i knew this one person who have this problem and i was trying to figure out how she would...tackle the situation. the truth is, im sick of her already, she caused too many problems and know no shame. if she thought she had lost everything in this life, that's bullshit. there are alot of others out there who suffered more than you are. i don't know what more she wants because she had almost everything she wanted. the thing that pissed me off is the way my mom got the worst blow. my mother has done everything for her, absolutely everything, even more than her own children, but then you still thinking that you have less than everyone else. if only she could see that if she changed her ways, we could have loved you better and everything would be easy. and the things that get me, come on, you are all grown up, act like one. yes, i know you are mad with them but do come to your senses, the only way you could do is succeed in your life and show them what you are made of. but no, you can't see that and you don't want to see that. so what else? well, i'm sorry if you feel that way but me and family couldn't care a less too for you. we all have a better things to do than to just feels sorry for you. we do but if you continued to do things like this and acted like you are, i doubt that how you are going to do the in law thing because even us, your real family could not stand you. unless, with other people you pretend to be normal. well, that is so sick. you'll hurt the ones that you love huh? great. carry on, we'll see who get really hurt in the end.you really pissed me off and if i get a chance to fight you, i will make sure i would make the best out of it. and i mean every word.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-54670347759369410622010-06-13T16:48:00.001+07:002010-06-13T17:05:05.512+07:00too ordinary for the world...whatever that means. heh.sometimes i've wondered if other people have the same problem as mine. or i have the same problem as theirs. which whatever it is, i'm grateful for what i have. of course, as a human or more precisely as a girl, there was more that i wanted. much, much more than i should. i wouldn't say i lack of things, all my neccesities has been filled sufficiently by my dear parents...thanks to umi and abah. but there was more to dream, is it?<br /><br />well, maybe back then, i would say i wouldn't miss a thing if i don't have anyone to call my own but today, i know how good it feels to care for someone who cares for me back. <br />maybe back then i wish for someone who are gloriously perfect but today, i will accept them the way they are because that what makes them special. <br />maybe back then i would long for the extraordinary person but today, just by being ordinary would always bring that smile to my face. <br />maybe back then i have this huge dream that i wanted to achieve so bad but today i understand that nothing is more important than to make everything that makes me happy real than the far away dream.<br /><br />it's what i have now that's the one that i have to make out of the most. im not sure if im looking for something out there but for whatever reason, i am happy for what i have now eventhough i don't have them yet or soon or maybe even never. and to think back, everything in my life falls at the right places. sometimes it scares me that it was so...perfect. the life, the job, the love?<br /><br />what i have might not be something that people would look up to or let alone fantatizing for it, but for me, i have the best part of it, the most wonderful <br />and i am exactly where i wanted to be. you might called it an easy way out like i used to think but it's just the same. i had my own difficulties, hardship and obstacles. its in for everyone who went through this life and it never stops and i want to go through my life like i should, for the future is a mystery, for love has no boundaries and for life is too short. just be grateful to the bit of your life that remains and of coures to the one that has just get started. <br /><br />well, maybe back then i don't want to grow up, i want to stay in my 3 years old world but today i am 20, i finally see the world with my heart, with the help of people around me. <br /><br />haaa....the long holiday must have taken me into these all mushy stuff. for what its worth, i am glad that i am just an ordinary and living off my so called boring life...that makes me a happy girl :]Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-17779043345010343472010-06-12T19:12:00.002+07:002010-06-12T19:35:33.825+07:00dear darlings brat......you guys...kakngah, kaklang, abang zaid, kakak aisyah and ziyad, just so you know kaklong loves you guys so much. most of you guys are still small, still cute, still... well, shittin off the diapers, we will never know what's going to happen tomorrow, in the future but just don't let this thing that we had now, this brotherly and sisterly loves vanished just like that. there are 6 of us and this 6 of us will stay strong together. you guys know right how weird it feels when one of us went missing, away to some camp, even when im away to college...haha, then mum would talk about how would it be when its kakngah's turn away for college like its the end of the world...yeah, that's funny or like how kaklang is going to survive doing house chores without the other 2 big sisters... all those good talks and i want all of us to feel that way every time, all the time, even when you guys all grown up, have a life of your own or so, or having a family of your own. always remember that you once had a family growing up and no matter what, keep it in your heart always. the journey of life is a long way to go for all of us but always be strong and me, will always be there for the 5 of you, i might scream a little, bully a bit but hey, that's my big sister way for you guys and one day, you're going to remember and laugh about it and most of all, missed it and remembered me. i love you guys so much.<br /><br />*i'm saving it here until all of you are matured enough to know what this piece is all about. then i'm going to make copies to your email every freaking days of your life. haha. my big sister wayyy... :]Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-29945720845662347232010-06-07T18:30:00.003+07:002010-06-11T22:42:43.931+07:00what's with the extraordinary anyway?is it compulsory for us to be extraordinary? ok, maybe once we've thought about it right but really, does it really matters to have the power, to have the gift, the talent....and the way you chased them down is like obessessing over something unreal? i mean ok, dreams got you far but do you really need to be all that? yes, everyone wants to change the world, for better, for good. that is very needed right now. but how, may i ask you to change the world where you cannot even changed yourself first... and i'm not talking just about you, this goes to myself too. it seems like everyone got something to say, something to do, and the people who doesn't speak much about what people said is the one they called ignorant. well, the thing is we, the ignorant ones don't necessarily talks about it because it would only lead to bullshitting and in the end of the day, it was still nothing much to be done by you people who talks much now, is it? so let's not talk about why we don't talk about it as much as you are and start to do something useful for the world. we all have our own uniqueness and strong points to help the world to be a better place. instead of trying to do something too big, why don't we start with the smaller steps like correcting the wrongs off ourselves for we are not perfect. i really need to do that. then slowly build up for what you're believe in. then we can go for the next step and next and next. and no, you don't have to be extraordinary to do that. haaaaa, just something off my chest. :]Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-89682335837780044652010-05-13T22:27:00.002+07:002010-05-13T22:35:59.916+07:00when its raineveryone is chasing what they want<br />why haven't i?<br />why can't i go for what i want?<br />why didn't i admit it?<br />say it out loud?<br />the longer i hold up, the more pain i collect and the more its eating my heart out...<br />i need help.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-72673000452459902882010-05-09T20:46:00.002+07:002010-05-09T21:18:47.811+07:00oh my!it happened so fast<br />i wonder if its going to last<br />an old feeling over times<br />i wonder if it still just a crush<br />lately my heart beat a song<br />with smiles dance across my face<br />i would laughing a rhyme<br />whenever your face across my mind <br />when my head pictures you<br />wondering how it feels to be real<br />im having a hang over<br />it does feel like within my reach<br />but the truth is still in haze<br />exaggerating won't help<br />i've been telling<br />i've been missing<br />i've been feeling<br />i've been thinking<br />i never want anyone like this before<br />you've been so close and so near<br />but i still can't get to you<br />and i'm still waiting<br />waiting to let go and to love<br />waiting till you are mine.<br /><br />if i have him, ill be the happiest but is not going to be easy. wow, can't believe its happening too soon. yasmin, get a grip and pls don't tell him. ahahaha.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-86759787186139130952010-04-30T00:45:00.002+07:002010-04-30T00:51:22.088+07:00forgive meim sorry<br />for i'll never be good enough for you<br />i'm sorry<br />for the words that i've thrown away<br />i'm sorry<br />for my mindless mistake<br />i'm sorry <br />for im not a daughter you want.<br /><br />it's okay then, if you don't want to talk to me, maybe i deserved that.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-53242602966801744722010-04-17T04:49:00.004+07:002010-04-17T05:02:51.549+07:00Handcuffs by Bethany Griffin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV-qzqpR_VKk_UN5FT07KIApzrm6ZCHRgEXQ3B2Xk18UH24SeSk5Y7seq6mLLCZ-bo1QTv3kWU6_nhNBEMLV4SDO4-Lyj2_HMnCxWrO5iTC5c4c0RgIrkigFENnlpsIBq_PWJ_hX5SpLu/s1600/Handcuffscover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV-qzqpR_VKk_UN5FT07KIApzrm6ZCHRgEXQ3B2Xk18UH24SeSk5Y7seq6mLLCZ-bo1QTv3kWU6_nhNBEMLV4SDO4-Lyj2_HMnCxWrO5iTC5c4c0RgIrkigFENnlpsIBq_PWJ_hX5SpLu/s200/Handcuffscover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460858855160637858" /></a><br />my second book review<br /><br />i had to buy it because the title of the book is handcuffs. man, i am so sick! when handcuff is involved, i was expecting something close to porn but it is not. thank god for that. and it is better than porn and it excite me to read. <br /><br />its a story about a girl, parker prescott who is an ice princess, the boy who wants to thaw her, and everything that happens after they get caught with a pair of handcuffs. so busted but the moment was exhilarating and the moves, the question but the aftermath, sucks.<br /><br />i just love her sometimes twisted mind and how she is with her ex-boyfriend, its almost not normal. but the boy is considered charming and dangerous at the same time. nope, he's not a vampire, thank you. and i am crazy for the handcuff moment, it was oh so sexy and well, so wrong but so tempting? ah yeah, something like that. i wouldn't mind that happen to me. LOL. but either way, that was most about it. its a almost typical school love story, family crisis, school life sucks and girl-enemies, friendship fuck-up, just like the one i had, and that's pretty much are. <br /><br />but one thing i found very funny, parker blackmailed her neighbour and it works, like what? 2000$ dollars and she gets the money! LOL, its crazy but she got caught in the end. the thing is she did it for a good cause but stealing is still stealing, but she didnt get charged because the neighbour, Kyle, ex-friend knew who and why. <br /><br />and the reason parker and he boyfriend which has no name in the book broke up because he wants to have sex with her and she don't but in the end they did it without being in the relationship and when the guy wants to get back together, she doesn't want to. strange but i really like her. LOL. a good read.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-75805138377170774072010-04-17T03:49:00.002+07:002010-04-17T09:46:38.561+07:00please don't disturb me.i dunno what to do anymore. it seems so empty these days. i don't want to tell the story but i can't keep it burried there because its eating my heart out. even if the story have been told, no one would have the complete understanding of what or why and automatically, i am the victim instead of the predator. human. i wish they just say it even if it hurts. but i guess they just dont understand everything that happened, so i hope they would just forget everything that ive told like it was a whisper in the wind, swift and lost its way...yet, i want you to listen to it, of how disturbed it sounds.<br /><br />i drive and drive into the long heavy traffic, and with my break was merely working, waiting til the day its losing and not functionting anymore. if you want to die, its so easy, you can either unconciously let go of the steering wheel while you were speeding at a turn, i have that privilege which i am very afraid to use. often i wish to let go after i finished thinking and cry. being in the traffic, you have all the time in the world to see, to think, to scream, to cry, to get distracted or to even to talk to yourself into things because everybody else would be busy to get out of the traffic and won't notice you. i am really afraid of myself because ot the impulsive acts that i could pull while driving. sometimes it is involuntary, so far it was always almost to hit the divider but i managed. i keep having these urges, to see what happen if i finally let go, to crash and to no longer seen walking on this earth. <br /><br />Ya Allah, i am at Your mercy. Please don't let me lose it and only to You i pray and ask for protection in this life. but if it was meant for it to happen, i surrender completely to You. <br /><br />awareness is very important but i can't seem to have that anymore. i shouldn't be driving like this but i don't want to burden my mom with things like this as if she haven't have enough things on her mind to worry about. oh, don't tell her. i just hope my sanity would be strong enough to control me to get there safely and to still be able to let my mom knows that i am already arrived in one piece, everyday. to keep holding on to the steering wheel means a life to live for, i just have to keep remember that. i have a life to live for even it meant solitude and my family that i love the most. how can they cope without me anyway? haha, yeah they need me alrite. drive and keep driving till you can't drive anymore.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-68098590600573645252010-04-15T19:23:00.006+07:002010-04-15T21:07:21.731+07:00True Love by Lurlene McDaniel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJPCYOS-8HNZvxooVrn_fqcMMgN6JRyjC57lPQfTa5xBHf3CWbtVy4fb1w2IJj4MXnQmzJD6YQUjqw0ZyaI4Fhpg4eOBNektA9-eg6FQG4D-quRWV5IgKy7Qm8hzRy3HrWkjgnhW20EFD/s1600/true-love-three-novels.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJPCYOS-8HNZvxooVrn_fqcMMgN6JRyjC57lPQfTa5xBHf3CWbtVy4fb1w2IJj4MXnQmzJD6YQUjqw0ZyaI4Fhpg4eOBNektA9-eg6FQG4D-quRWV5IgKy7Qm8hzRy3HrWkjgnhW20EFD/s200/true-love-three-novels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460365078498659938" /></a><br />my first book review. <br /><br />like the previous one that i've read, <em>how do i love thee</em>, this book <em>true love</em> is equally good. like always, i tend to go for a good bargain, 3 stories in one thick novel with a very reasonable price. yup, imma sucker for that. <br /><br />the stories flow like this: Love, Romance and Friendship.<br /><br />Love: Don't Die,My Love<br />Romance: I'll Be Seeing you<br />Friendship: A Rose for Melinda<br /><br />my most fav is the 3rd story, the name reminded me of someone, kind of ironic or something. it was the most gripping yet out of the three. i cried a lot for this one. guess i saw how painful it is and the story was not written in the usual novel way. it was in the form of letters, emails, invitations, IM's, short notes and phone conversation. oh, and the diaries too. so you know it straight from the character's head. the others was ok, the first and the last involving death but not the second one. but for all the stories, it was worth reading.<br /><br />Lurlene McDaniel is good with love and death. but the foremost important elements that she's trying to convey is hope and faith for the ones you loved. no matter if you are still alive or dead, the love never dies. yeah, i cried, it was sad and depressing. but a very good read. i rarely dissapoint myself when i pick up a book to read, one or two maybe but so far, i like my collection. you might call me shallow but as long as i enjoy what i read, you should do the same and get off my case.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-27148393028443261342010-03-08T14:00:00.004+07:002010-03-08T14:14:27.725+07:00evanescence rox my sox!i love it. the melancholy of the mozart piece and the lyrics. amy lee is insanely creative!<br /><br />Out on your own <br />cold and alone again <br />can this be what you really wanted, baby? <br /><br />Blame it on me <br />set your guilt free <br />nothing can hold you back now <br /><br />Now that you're gone <br />I feel like myself again <br />grieving the things I can't repair and willing...<br /><br />To let you blame it on me <br />and set your guilt free <br />I don't want to hold you back now love<br /><br />I can't change who I am <br />not this time, I won't lie to keep you near me<br />and in this short life,<br />there's no time to waste on giving up <br />my love wasn't enough <br /><br />And you can blame it on me <br />just set your guilt free, honey<br />I don't want to hold you back now loveCikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-46301268713368277752010-03-03T16:38:00.002+07:002010-03-05T18:16:47.651+07:00Human and peopleoh ahoy! its been awhile now since...umm, awhile? hehe. so i want to..ehh, express something this time. it's about a lecturer of mine and his lectures. you know, he is a very exprience man and a good lecturer, there's no doubt about that but he's kinda confused me. i dunno if the other students were confused too but if you look a point of view, he's biased with things he said and his facts, they were kind of exaggerate. also, he told us that we can confide anything to him, problems and stuff, that i doubt very much, not because he couldnt keep a secret or such, i think he's pretty judging tho he told us he just going to be honest..well, for me, it's always been a good relationship with the lectures but when it comes to psychological, that's no child's play. i dunno why, but i have this feeling that he doesnt like me, yep. i swear i didnt literally and never done anything wrong to him, intentionally or unintentionally, so why? i always felt that he always try to provoke me and tell me indirectly that i have no personality. wth? maybe i am a bit of an introvert and i dun speak much in his class, i dun 'sparkle' him with knowledge that i have, i dun show off like the rest of them, because i am being me. that's me and the other lecturer are fine by it, why he has to do that to me? i dont see a reason why i have to go his way if i am not comfortable with myself rite? if he is an honest man, marks on the subject is untouchable and not going to be effected by his judgement. i often sit at my place and look directly to him in class and think about a lot of stuff about things that he said. and i come to a conclusion: i don't like him. that's it, he annoyed me and i don't want to give a shit about what he wants to say about me anyway. i know who i am and he is who he is, i am not going to be him and he's not going to get the best of me. well, i just hope i'll survive this sem and not going to see him again at the rest of the sems left. don't think i can't take that much anymore.<br /><br />next, on last wednesday, i had an appointment, what is it, you don't need to know. so as usual, i went to that place and i'll have an attendant to attend me. it's always Becky who attended me, but this time, it was Wei Wei. how different can the two people who work at the same place, supposedly doing the same thing everyday? very, very different and if i have to rate, i'll give them equally. i like both, how well they do their work and both has their ways to do things. so, why do we want to do things in other's way when we can do it our way? why do we have to be like the others while we have our own identity and who are they to tell you that you don't have a personality? so ok, i might sucks at giving first impression but you can't keep keeping me in your black list and telling what should i do this and that? so, everyone is different, accept it. and i'll try to fix me to be better, for myself, but not you. that, you have to accept, mr. you can tell on me anything but i'll never let you get the real me.Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-23052911581961508882010-01-15T21:52:00.003+07:002010-01-16T11:46:01.808+07:00self-reflection,self-realization,self-pity,self-depress,self-centered,self-mess,self-unwanted, self-release...today, i went out with my mum for lunch together and i was asking her about my childhood because i can't remember almost nothing about it. i mean, yeah i cud probably trace back every bad things that i've done as a CHILD...haha, mum said i was a bit of a problematic kid and it is not because of just me. i've done the unexpected because of there were factors involved. <br /><br />but mum told me one thing that really makes me taken aback. i was 5 i think, mum said i said something unusual for a 5 year old girl to say or even think about it... i was saying it to a friend of my mum's and then, she told my mum. i was like, woah, really, i said that? i can't remember a thing about the past as a child, i remember my mum ask the 5 year old me and my 2 years old sister to call her friend to come over because she was having miscarriage and my dad was outstation. i remember that very clearly of she was in pain, crying and probably blood and i was being scared as i dialled the phone for her...<br /><br />the thing that i've said, you wouldn't believe what because i was questioning it myself too. and now i wonder if that has anything to do with who and how i am now? does the childhood really affected you as a grown up eventho you can't even remember the pain that you have to go through as a child? yeah, i have that and i personally blame my dad, especially his family. period. mum said probably the reason i don't remember because it was too bitter to swallow. i was labelled as a bad child for the whole world to know, SHE said to my mum my dad wants a son for the first newborn, they treated my mum badly and i am not as important as the other grandchildren and all those sayings....maybe she's right, but i still have the sweet part of it with my late nenek and atuk. altho they have long gone, especially atuk, but i still remember when he brought me to kedai kopi kat kampung, and he would order teh tarik and pour some of it on the saucer so it would be cold faster for me to drink. that was the fondest memory i have of him and for nenek, i love her to death. i really, really miss them, and for me, i have no other grandparents than them who loves me for who i am. <br /><br />wow, i don't mean to offend anyone or trying to show the skeleton in my closet, but you know, things could have been differently if SHE who-shall-not-be-mention would be a little bit normal like everyone else and fuck off from destroying other's life. what the hell is wrong with HER? up until now, SHE's still as evil as SHE is eventho SHE's already near to death. how's that? God, i really hated HER, loathe, disgust by HER. SHE is the reason of why my dad who used to love me so much as a child like every other dad would as my mum told me, ended with the things that i've said. i probably have a painless childhood and could remember all those good things i've been as a child, but thanks to HER and i don't claim myself to be perfect either but sometimes i wonder if i was a good daughter to my parents and if i could do better than what i am now. i was embarrassed by this thing that a friend of my sister did for her parents. she is 17 now, her parents were into frozen food business, so the money depends on how the sales were. she knew this month is a slow month for the business so she decided to use up her own money she had and she's not working to pay the school fees and the tuitions fees and it was actually still not enough and she was embarrassed to ask her mum. me? i still took advantages of everything in my life and i'm already 20. i feel ashamed of myself, very. it seems that everyone around me has something to give, or to sacrifice for, something to give up for or anything. and i can't see anything from me. that makes me feel like a piece of a worthless speciment of a human being in this world, to myself, to my family and friends and everyone. i really wish i could do something, anything...<br /><br />as i grew up, i learnt to accept, to appreciate more, to love and to use my heart and brain. i was lucky that people that i have in my life is the one that would be my saviour any day. i have my bestfren who would ended up me hurting her hurting me because of who i am but still would stick with me till the end and my family, especially my mum. i am indeed very, very, very lucky to have a PERFECT mother. she is my everything, absolutely my everything. i don't know what i'll do without her. and its killing me knowing that one day she would have to go and i would never be ready for that. i got asphyxiated just thinking about it. and i am very fortunate to be her daughter and a part of her. my dad too would have been nothing without her. sigh. it drives me crazy just thinking about it, about all of this. a past is a past, but when the past is still living and still trying to destroy you, what would you do? i was used to listen to other's stories about their problems but i was unknown to my own and knowing it and more makes me feel useless and unwanted and i am not actually happy as i thought i were or as i cud be. and if this my future and the truth, then i rather would be better dead. please help me, Ya Allah.:[Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-21752158621193504372010-01-03T15:28:00.009+07:002010-01-03T17:31:09.296+07:00rainbow-NEW<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5p-CBqgIYKQKulT9FijRch_2Q_4yzWGW2hluqyPMO9UtogVsvj_Q9Agb3yA33t7E5LgjFc46rKn_F104Mlc8clf-KLs-AvE-a0Ggn96gGZc0dEQBi8aCzrX3Qu_KKPtVagbGVTWEQzacU/s1600-h/100_7607.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422428956096208162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5p-CBqgIYKQKulT9FijRch_2Q_4yzWGW2hluqyPMO9UtogVsvj_Q9Agb3yA33t7E5LgjFc46rKn_F104Mlc8clf-KLs-AvE-a0Ggn96gGZc0dEQBi8aCzrX3Qu_KKPtVagbGVTWEQzacU/s200/100_7607.jpg" /></a> 'Eearie Candy Tree' hehe its just happen!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlVqxrTpAvwhS8Q9nOnyYKscXIrtYOOi5-zwpzd5LwxyLFsS7KTvso9Aa6oubOdgX13U0id_6y2lWJoJpe8lAsNShBE55w4qxsMOdA46rsnlUaD5lSKKkFDmIWa2Zzv6jfNhRqYhPNT6aC/s1600-h/100_7618.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422428742233756130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlVqxrTpAvwhS8Q9nOnyYKscXIrtYOOi5-zwpzd5LwxyLFsS7KTvso9Aa6oubOdgX13U0id_6y2lWJoJpe8lAsNShBE55w4qxsMOdA46rsnlUaD5lSKKkFDmIWa2Zzv6jfNhRqYhPNT6aC/s200/100_7618.jpg" /></a> rainbow series<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMzKD1qiow7PXpJVBz_-1lySUdlttanLgFKoW4-tKxAUfsfa0tV_Fs4mGOZ6b2_ixlQZifIjPOJ2dv5qEY0ziwMPTWUL5zfwQUj-YKZCEUaoqWDu7lRr8oggsgbpfWo5p0Y0PBck-tjp-0/s1600-h/100_7613.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422428602200720578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMzKD1qiow7PXpJVBz_-1lySUdlttanLgFKoW4-tKxAUfsfa0tV_Fs4mGOZ6b2_ixlQZifIjPOJ2dv5qEY0ziwMPTWUL5zfwQUj-YKZCEUaoqWDu7lRr8oggsgbpfWo5p0Y0PBck-tjp-0/s200/100_7613.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>rainbow series</div><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422448701405129602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9L4ffMhl_PW8iwhqnuNbV1KFJIQLs1Bq3_Rt6tl4AgN8HKk1ZwU-k0x7i4DKJZCo40UHdpdLBlft5BOskmjoKHyjTT9zyKsR2VBqpa7M9Do5Q6PWUi3dsDsxU8bAgqhSxBCPqBV43Uxg1/s200/100_7594.jpg" />rainbow series.<br /><br /><div><br /><div>this one, seriously love it, love making it and love the result.<br /></div><br /><div>if want to see all of it in an album, click on my facebook link:</div><div><br />http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2047918&id=1198163510&l=e442fda9e6<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-90960391209985130322009-12-30T17:46:00.000+07:002009-12-30T19:34:19.862+07:0020(years old)10?hello my dearest blog with no reader. haha. i've been happy, depressed, alone, cheerful, having worst and better days this year. my parents were away for awhile, kinda miss them. oh, i miss them a lot. now, they have returned and i have never been happy! i have spent their money accordingly, i think. taking care of 6 siblings is a hardwork yeh. i had to cook, which i'm not very good at, but so far, everyone is alive. trying to keep the house clean is a challenge when you have your 2-16 years old brothers and sisters as the opponents. hah. and harrassment from the 'outsiders' never fail to make me feel like straggling them in very cold water. yes, yes, yes. for 1 month and 10 days, i have been a guardian for my little siblings. it helps me loving them a little bit more, makes me think about my responsibility towards others and just surviving this life trip and learnt the value of family and sticking together. you only have yourself and your family in the end when the others tend to do the same thing too. ok, enough about that. here's my 2010 new year resolutions that i've come up with. i've decided that starting this year, i want to have my list of resolutions according to my age. haha. with exceptations. hahah.<br /><br />2010 new year resolution<br /><br />1)improve my private life<br />-ok, this is bad, i may sound desprate but hey, a girl could always dream, right?<br /><br />2)more artwork<br />-probably working on sketch and realism, and also colourful painting on little canvas, a collection. so my house, one day would be so colourful and so awesome. wink2.<br /><br />3)buy and read 20 books and do reviews<br />-granted, turning 20, a big change, 20 resolutions, 20 books and reviews. i always got lucky with books i pick.<br /><br />4)DSLR camera as a birthday gift for myself<br />-i always get myself a gift on my birthday, huh more or less, but this year, an<br />expensive one. but if u want to suprise me, let me know. wink2<br /><br />5)celebrate for being 20<br />-hmm, this one, i want to do something, big maybe but i don't know yet. something make my life worth living after 20 years of my life.<br /><br />6)achieve something, anything big this year<br />-related, please see above<br /><br />7)i want to celebrate upon every achievement, even the smallest that worth celebrating<br />-brownies for breakfast, the most creamy, chocolest cute cupcake 3 days in a row, ice cream after 2 am with movies, if the next day is holiday. you name it, sweet.<br /><br />8)enjoy my life, my way, to the fullest<br />-life is too short, might as well enjoy it.<br /><br />9)give myself eveything that i deserved.<br />-DSLR camera, good books, enough rest, high pointer, happiness.<br /><br />10)broaden my horizon, open to new things and be positive with everything.<br />-this one, i always fail, misrably. let's try again.<br /><br />11)nailed my degree year 1 with highest pointer.<br />-well, i just have to work my ass off.<br /><br />12)need to get out of the house and start living like everybody else<br />-yeah, i still live with my parents and my little siblings, yeah, home sweet home. ok, maybe, probably, this year i'll try.<br /><br />13)Improve my way of life, change for better.<br />-this is between me and God.<br /><br />14)Go greener.<br />-i tried recycling and i sucked. this year, that and plastic bags no more.<br /><br />15)learn to ignore and said no.<br />-a weakness of mine. for having so much of compassion in the wrong situation.<br /><br />16)learn to accept rejection and cope with failure so it would motivate me to start again.<br />-haha. egoistical.<br /><br />17)learn to let go and get over those stupid things<br />-this one has giving me a hell of a hard time to move on.<br /><br />18)be a good teacher like mom.<br />-mana jatuhnya kuah, kalau tak ke nasi<br /><br />19)to always be there even if it hurts.<br />-it's a long process and it always makes me wonder if i was really there and why it has to hurt.<br /><br />20)i hope to get through all of these changes and still be true to myself.<br />-changes could be good.<br /><br />late enrty:<br />i haven't watch NEW MOON yet, boo-hoo, big deal. so, it came down to this. if i'm not going to watch new moon, so i will not watch eclipse and breaking dawn. yeah, well maybe one day, i'll go and buy the whole saga dvd duluxe edition, sit down with my homemade popcorn and watch the whole thing on my 55' plasma TV, alone. yeah, one day. or maybe, if this is possible, i want to rent a movie theater, popcorns and free time. hehe.larger screen. besar punyer!<br /><br />am i gonna jinx my new year by making my new year resolutions public? nah, i'm not that strict. lol. :]Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-51531772071626153222009-12-27T19:35:00.034+07:002009-12-28T12:00:26.739+07:002009!<div align="center">It's almost new year again. Time does fly faster, quicker, swiftly... oh well, there's nothing you can do anyway. so, i've been up with the usual. i've done all of these during my sem break for this year. let's just say, my time is well spent. and a few back then, when i was in my 2nd sem, i had to do painting and that frog for my english lecturer. this one has the funny story and i gave them names. hah. then there's sculpture for 3rd sem.<br /><br />for all of those colourful painting, let's just say i was experimenting with colours, subjects, positions, etc, etc, etc. i figured out how to use art masking fluid and love it! it did good and bad, but i managed to fix it. i'll show later with pictures.<br /><br />i like all of it, to be honest. not to be vain, but self-motivate. i enjoyed doing it, as it takes my mind away from things that i don't want to know. and its very simple, even you can do it. all you need is time, brushes, colours, paper or canvas and an imagination. each of it doesn't take much time, probably because im using small canvas, which is very convinient. most of it i finished it within a day, if i just stay put and finish it until i gain headache. lol. but it was fun and it satisfied me to see the result. well, it might not be van gogh or da vinci or picasso, but it's a starter. i do like art and painting is one of it. i would like to try new things, new method, new media like oil colour or pastel. or bigger canvas or paint on various surface.<br /><br />it seems that, these days, people paint or do artwork because it means something, anything, deep meaning or just surface. trying to express their opinion or thoughts through art and that's cool. but mine, all of these are just random, things? that i tried to paint. like i said, experimenting. maybe some of it has their own meaning, or maybe some of it just plain paintings. eek, i don't know, you'll be the judge. so, tell me that i wasted my money and time doing this, but for me, it's called self-learning and i'm learning something from it and i wish to produce more. so for 2010, expect to see more of these, maybe even better, as you learnt to be better and grew more experienced with time. maybe i develop my own style and flair in my artworks, or finally found a way to express myself through this medium and that would be awesome. haha.<br /><br />yeah, i figure out that if you just sit around and do nothing, you'll have nothing in the end. so here i am, doing things that i could do, my strongest point, mum was right. even though i like science and stuff, i just couldn't pull it through. while i can't mixed the chemicals, calculate the workdone, i sure can mixed the colours and get it bright and right and paint it done. umm, yeah. lol.<br /><br />a few that is shown here has already given as gifts to my love ones. that's the cool thing when you can be creative with things, you never died of ideas. i always love giving suprises to them but hate when it falls on mine. and another few of these will also become presents for them for next year birthdays. guess which one that you'll get. ok, so here's the pictures and enjoy.<br /><br />oh, note the sketches, it's still rough, i'm just not good at it, yet. i tried, the potrait of my mum, it's slightly different. how's the saying goes, practice make perfect, yeah, i'm working on it.<br /><br />like my lecturer, pn. shuhadah once said, there are people are born to an artist, some of them are train to be one. i wonder which one i am? </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420146254833705650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXEp4YVUHpe6S0648Yj8VbqA-UAHq04GRMxOEt130KWB7e10LWLApvtESiDGXrHCDMYi9zdP-wmabuDJwif4cfwBUn9PhLVNn481uiVnzIH4MStVU8aUKH5jJFYsscuaxl0hWdaHHPTh6/s200/100_6384.jpg" />'Terry' </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419969893107534114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyB12uLdCPxcpN7LjMap9OBtE6VfQKIBudzxXpNYt1IdzYuooQyF20xUM9wM4_MFM8P2gNQSI8OzRj26x6qZg1U3L47E_excxKWf1GRK5crgz8Yh8kSdvvadqqX_rgUcZD_dElDmAi3Atv/s200/100_7521.jpg" /> this is BEFORE, you see the messiness of the colours, that's the masking fluid. its prevent the colour from touching the canvas. well, sort of.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420002024688109570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfoqd_J_z9NI2N-cTBQ-eiG7VHeGezwbewCkfJuScEcAS-KZAVTrdj95_q3ktsxWLhtxNPxZBg7J4GRcEA7VySmtUBZPAtiMXEycjYLc7KL-jedH6azaO-eHR9P76-yF4kJoSIOJVtH6j/s200/100_7565.jpg" />'The 4th Season'</div><div align="center">this is AFTER, see no more smudges. with a little editing here and there, it becomes more refined. haha.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxAT8nGtmZJTQdetbT7hGhOWmFmTUcWmQYszgyWRqY8HM6nxAklHeznO1yViHE-pBhuljAo32zYbxjKNVgJ-FBfccPv3IcG_OLs5v0G5i_uS4vbOUAK0b45Rr94LSTylyoI7TNH4auito/s1600-h/100_7508.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419917141428394690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxAT8nGtmZJTQdetbT7hGhOWmFmTUcWmQYszgyWRqY8HM6nxAklHeznO1yViHE-pBhuljAo32zYbxjKNVgJ-FBfccPv3IcG_OLs5v0G5i_uS4vbOUAK0b45Rr94LSTylyoI7TNH4auito/s200/100_7508.jpg" /></a> trying to finish this up. gonna take quite some times.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2_QXKVodntfA6ExBwYyviButLPP-KSRpYgYfmLcxKPMmfuaURzbUQfNUtrKFDZukDsJNZXqFau_PqxNsZNh_hxZgH4tMgROAI4_NO6U1GEqZxYj2-kXTb5hqwlomS1-w4Bt1LthmBuFD/s1600-h/100_7505.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419916409722245938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2_QXKVodntfA6ExBwYyviButLPP-KSRpYgYfmLcxKPMmfuaURzbUQfNUtrKFDZukDsJNZXqFau_PqxNsZNh_hxZgH4tMgROAI4_NO6U1GEqZxYj2-kXTb5hqwlomS1-w4Bt1LthmBuFD/s200/100_7505.jpg" /></a>happened accidently. i was like trying to draw figures, but only could have them from the back. oh, it's a dream.</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3V5RDj3GrLMJhbqIetiV_mSKbf7mbM-xgeBMp_ovuEM_x3nnEWlbFvI2u1nPGDrTiA3bmUcAXe4Kz2x8ymJr6eGKsZRkSOwTorWS7kN9OsaLebzTDjo4YZPR_pqVk0HWmU1vtuekesTWR/s1600-h/100_7476.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419916197099025346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3V5RDj3GrLMJhbqIetiV_mSKbf7mbM-xgeBMp_ovuEM_x3nnEWlbFvI2u1nPGDrTiA3bmUcAXe4Kz2x8ymJr6eGKsZRkSOwTorWS7kN9OsaLebzTDjo4YZPR_pqVk0HWmU1vtuekesTWR/s200/100_7476.jpg" /></a> 'Mine'<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419911646297119362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmne425yHm0oEqJAbHhSBeJq1gzyh4wrVTfztCo74hW_pjCwc4XZAMHBOFRNlQwyYejdQXcnM7Rf6fp9JS8xPSd7x4ZV3ZxDmGAFi56TSmj382fVEWNO-riCfoR5ps6vbuw26rmcXB2BK/s200/100_7472.jpg" />'Colours'</div><div>playing with colours. end up looking like this, so i thought, hey,this is fun.</div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419911242783142674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kZssibjyDvECcbaIVde5qLv8gJEipSWiFwXQEBmNDhF7BfyJE4kqCHVq_ma26dHYMO2VJhGYsWWA1FQbLmy3PQXmegTI2UxQGz3qvphqPCW2evObFD0LdsvuR6i9UCXvLLII94vp4KGy/s200/100_7467.jpg" />'Tulips'</div><div>another masking fluid work. its sort of messy at first, then i managed to fixed it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDfMVLvCmguc9OexfmhWClxrr8bZ6WOPtyK6mCfqHaTWIvnXiD433_Ba4F3-SXycx314d5XvExx_u7S2esfqXR69mvxcdsKn3naBs9_XH7vOs2BAMPXrfPQoVlIa3QD67wfSSKji-DH5N/s1600-h/100_7458.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419908807309775410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDfMVLvCmguc9OexfmhWClxrr8bZ6WOPtyK6mCfqHaTWIvnXiD433_Ba4F3-SXycx314d5XvExx_u7S2esfqXR69mvxcdsKn3naBs9_XH7vOs2BAMPXrfPQoVlIa3QD67wfSSKji-DH5N/s200/100_7458.jpg" /></a> 'Grow'</div><div>this is actually the first one im using that fluid and this one for mum for her new office and her 44th birthday.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcvEZj8aDM7JMO4xdkyV-i46I5ljhW4toQSKDES-luVv02qEUoliE_t_qRVraXYaporWbjvSLN3IWawmgP2uwxdBxwKM3ugifnsUEUQiP5g56MHUSkS3nL-6ZxB1hEQvsM8TRRAhV3xhz/s1600-h/100_7448.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419907665571996498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcvEZj8aDM7JMO4xdkyV-i46I5ljhW4toQSKDES-luVv02qEUoliE_t_qRVraXYaporWbjvSLN3IWawmgP2uwxdBxwKM3ugifnsUEUQiP5g56MHUSkS3nL-6ZxB1hEQvsM8TRRAhV3xhz/s200/100_7448.jpg" /></a> 'Either Way'<br />yeah, this is for you.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjm7203Xwe5M5OYBQHIX4VP0USJ294WN8GqeAHz8u0ODBUrwsDDdZu2af2rpFj50f2E6U9gA8JsqvFghnwXA3Qm3MCNQOwtX7zWboeo_g90h0_2wFvco42CiRUj6WhLJrAxm6DaVXIYry/s1600-h/100_4215.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419904808954676578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBjm7203Xwe5M5OYBQHIX4VP0USJ294WN8GqeAHz8u0ODBUrwsDDdZu2af2rpFj50f2E6U9gA8JsqvFghnwXA3Qm3MCNQOwtX7zWboeo_g90h0_2wFvco42CiRUj6WhLJrAxm6DaVXIYry/s200/100_4215.jpg" /></a> yup, the frogs with names. done for my lecturer. i got to keep frankie. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGzl-GAh3dZErKKkgO-KLTi9FbmJ8IQiLNTiSrlGemUgWfTyjZRVup06MVXogQK_PKUfqYo4VzuKYCbIRjnf7UjG1mGxYQx741iWMIFm7ws-OoR6CdJErZqLjucKaHTA0gSdPeYiHXEEs/s1600-h/100_3458.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419902387471511026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGzl-GAh3dZErKKkgO-KLTi9FbmJ8IQiLNTiSrlGemUgWfTyjZRVup06MVXogQK_PKUfqYo4VzuKYCbIRjnf7UjG1mGxYQx741iWMIFm7ws-OoR6CdJErZqLjucKaHTA0gSdPeYiHXEEs/s200/100_3458.jpg" /></a> 'Roses for Van Gogh'</div><div>don't mind the tittle. i was exaggerating. i made this one for someone special before she left.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHx_049MkUfcsiOeh0S4LPe84PQzlrW3spI9KZHuylTYsiqdkhtGNMQ1z7zHz7xyiDLyBDM9q1z10zqEKbVGkDv8aUlkjdFVhJ2NLXAS7K1fWmYMJWNOZ7iR3H8BEEdv9NbzBkp8rPoSL/s1600-h/100_2579.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419902379537246450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHx_049MkUfcsiOeh0S4LPe84PQzlrW3spI9KZHuylTYsiqdkhtGNMQ1z7zHz7xyiDLyBDM9q1z10zqEKbVGkDv8aUlkjdFVhJ2NLXAS7K1fWmYMJWNOZ7iR3H8BEEdv9NbzBkp8rPoSL/s200/100_2579.jpg" /></a> isn't it so obvious?</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419900183732994978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_MiNmeS6aDIKzBxuZFZmdYwdEfaa11B2zvzcUKd-qcO4vKVotO6IxjjanFyMGuP1pdSs8vdINBQgGpynD6xxZplFN1BhsX5VWJFOuXLvFJNrJiJEexDJpwN-5mopIcKrkeeutsNsh3V2/s200/100_2356.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419900641837774674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxK20AySn9hFTnUc1Locf9LAOT2Lx28X7xdMskAq0FBCH18_hEEyal42_KE6hsWA_1y1tDiDmEfPfH3ZPhyphenhyphenlIaBJGSGw-7eeznJgTAXT_XpJhEPnOOvfLcCQ2hTStyAwhqSXnxUkYW_So/s200/100_2393.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419966916027041474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiagVPWQPRawZglL_nON4hBQ-S5e_alNqnFu7uXdCeRK-hWc7DLl-XZVkzHTenaA9ONzG70Q2isd5vFihMIDKrLKmFbuxtNm8piEctfrv-QJ4fDtyNRs11oMLj8M9YvgUKix3KsAuDFf0Bb/s200/100_7515.jpg" /></div><div>ok, the 1st picture was the one that's actually finished. the 2nd, after it was framed. the 3rd, the one that i have right now which i am pretty lazy to finish it. sigh. :] </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-84746286650592818882009-12-25T21:07:00.000+07:002009-12-25T21:08:02.331+07:00did you?you wanna know something about me? the truth? always hurt. <br />i am, not what i am. <br />i'm holding my deepest, darkest secrets and never let it slip away. <br />i am evil, useless and i don't deserved anything. <br /><br />if you only knew, <br />i am very much ashamed of myself. <br />i pretend and living in denial. <br />if you only knew, if they only knew. <br /><br />sometimes, it's too much, it makes me cry. <br />it's sinful and how i hate it. <br />who would have thought. <br />if you just knew, you wouldn't look at me at the same way again, i'm sure.<br /><br />it's a burden that i created, no one to blame.<br />but i am afraid to tell, or even to share<br />i cant' tell, i can't tell<br />some things are meant to be unspoken<br /><br />i wish for better, i wish i would change<br />i wish i don't have to tell you what it is<br />so please don't ask me again<br />i hope it would just end one dayCikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-37035315429774019312009-10-11T08:51:00.001+07:002009-10-11T08:51:47.925+07:00From all sorts of directionWow, it's funny how people live that way. I mean, some of it is ok, but some of them, it's just plain weird. I have been one of those people who other people turn to to tell me things that they cant't tell anyone. Me? A faithful listener as I don't have anything to tell. Yes, it is cliche and its about love. I wasn't lucky enough to experience that, yet but I'm sure sooner or later tho and I considered myself lucky and worthy because oh, I know it all and people trust me. So, I have listened to a lot of stories, experiences, lies and truth. Some are pure shocking and some are pleasantly suprising and some are just funny. I would say I did learn a lot from what I heard, that it makes sense of everything that happen, because of the action taken and the sequences. It always leave me smiling when I remembered about THEIR STORIES, blush suddenly when i think about THEIR STORIES if it was too...u know. It's cool, different people, different story to tell, different events, different emotions, different people involved, it's fun to know about secrets and dirty dishes. Haha. I didn't ask for it ok, THEY came to me and I accepted with open ears and open mind and heart. I am not the one to judge, tho I do make my own perceptions and views and keep it to myself. As far as you concern, I didnt say anything about taking them to the grave but you won't caught anyone knowing about YOU and YOUR STORIES because sometimes when the memory box and perceptions area has been filled and overflow, I need a release. I have to talk about it and share my views, just a little. But really, what gets me is how people live it that way. I always found that very disturbing and funny and lets me wonder a bit how am I going to be if I were in that situation. How can I changed it so it won't have to be that way or something? Heavy stuff. LOL. But it was refreshing and good, I guess. A nice way to put it. :]Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-43684496667811481252009-10-02T16:20:00.010+07:002009-10-02T18:12:30.181+07:00Scarborough fairScarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel<br /><br />Are you going to Scarborough Fair<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Remember me to one who lives there<br />She once was a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell her to make me a cambric shirt<br />(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />(Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown)<br />Without no seams nor needle work<br />(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)<br />Then she'll be a true love of mine<br />(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)<br /><br />Tell her to find me an acre of land<br />(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />(Washes the grave with silvery tears)<br />Between the salt water and the sea strands<br />(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)<br />Then she'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather<br />(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />(Generals order their soldiers to kill)<br />And gather it all in a bunch of heather<br />(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)<br />Then she'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Are you going to Scarborough Fair<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Remember me to one who lives there<br />She once was a true love of mine<br /><br />* * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br /><br />Scarborough Fair by Sarah Brightman<br /><br />Are you going to Scarborough Fair?<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Remember me to one who lives there<br />He once was a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell him to make me a cambric shirt<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Without no seams nor needle work<br />Then he'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Have him wash it in yonder dry well<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell<br />And then he'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell him to find me an acre of land<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyem<br />Between salt water and the sea strands<br />Then he'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />And gather it all in a bunch of heather<br />Then he'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Are you going to Scarborough Fair?<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Remember me to one who lives there<br />He once was a true love of mine<br /><br />* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br /><br />The Elfin Knight<br /><br />Are you going to Scarborough Fair?<br />Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme<br />Remember me to one who lives there<br />She must be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell her she'll sleep in a goose-feather bed<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Tell her I swear she'll have nothing to dread<br />She must be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell her tomorrow her answer make known<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />What e'er she may say I'll not leave her alone<br />She must be a true love of mine<br /><br />Her answer it came in a week and a day<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />I'm sorry, good sir, I must say thee nay<br />I'll bot be a true love of thine<br /><br />From the sting of my curse she can never be free<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Unless she unravels my riddlings three<br />She will be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell her to make me a magical shirt<br />Parsley, sage, rosemaryand thyme<br />Without any seam or needlework<br />Else she'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell her to find me an acre of land<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Between the salt water and the sea water<br />Else she'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell her to plow it with just a goat's horn<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />And sow it all over with one grain of corn<br />Else's shell be a true love of mine<br />And her daughters forever possessions of mine<br /><br />* * * * * * * * * * * *<br /><br />The Lovers's Promises<br />Scarborough Fair<br /><br />Are you going to Scarborough Fair?<br />Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme<br />Remember me to one who lives there<br />Always he'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell him I've made him a magical shirt<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Without any seam or needlework<br />Always he'll be a true love of mine<br /><br />Tell her she's found me an acre of land<br />Parslet, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Between the salt water and the sea strand<br />That makes her a true love mine<br /><br />Tell her she's plowed it with just a goat's horn<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />She's sowed it all over with one grain of corn<br />Yes, she is a true love of mine<br />And her daughter forever a daughter of mine<br /><br />Are you going to Scarborough Fair?<br />Parsley, saage, rosemary and thyme<br />Remember us to all who live there<br />Ours will be true love for all time<br /><br />*I can't stop humming and slow dancing to this song, addicted and wish I could have all the song's versions*<br /><br />Ohhh, this is so haunting.....me. A story. A curse, three impossible tasks to solve or I'll be yours to own without my consent?<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387944960275034418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASrdKAvXmlZFVXzbQDYg_Mwoizavy9wFiY_fAl2wmcny0haUOFTw0dhnAmzf_GuNYLqJ3usnQBonm7Yk89zuuhBXPHaYAwZRR-KvMInLxWt1yeA1xkhWipzc1Gs1Ti68ijdt9VMIGE0XY/s200/impossible.jpg" />Do read 'Impossible' by Nancy Werlin and do listen to 'Scarborough Fair'. I promise you a true love because that's the only thing that can save you from him. And true love it is... :Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-71175428756178098322009-09-27T18:21:00.016+07:002009-12-25T21:20:36.520+07:00Sculpture>conclusionI never promise you a rose garden.... but i do promise you this right? So, this is it. My metal s.crap, a sculpture. haih, not easy, but not impossible either. i spent it all right there, this baby. well, at least it doesnt turn out bad, it could be worse if, if ,if.... well, there's a lot of pictures but so little number of bars of my internet connection [slow stupid uploading moment] but oh well, enjoy. suddenly i do hoping of getting an big fat A'ss for this. Or else. I hereby, naming him Terry cuz i dunno, its kinda look like a Terry and the tittle would be 'Fallen Fly'.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 8px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 16px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386477972142348882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4F3F4iXauBOBZaxr8DpnWvhyys6WCes2IzhygQxtmaK4A0Bj-G0truVcMc1FmFhJM2HixvIFQoLVMVC5f0yaXb1sJT5nx5qviz5csZess8nFohd4jj5fm6j2XSvKoWO_OjPV2mvugWv0p/s320/100_6440.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386475771097395362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz_i_QtwIMXyTFBhQQmNoMI9uZ-mQxyXXVX_9HSFtvlMXT-6hCJHtjyI6GX5cd9kca6Q_0-NYNcHRrHfD3vMhJgaCjUFdAxjx5MthPAtNHUv9-E9auLwR3ircwgxff3eKnYaGUjHOJmXUK/s320/100_6421.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386475389509243490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6A7AyIfLEPmrHMUsn5w6-eAORjq5IxsqqJ4NXL1ts91jPTOZ9uJEeQzoGLAwY7jh4GvaSSOBh3Oezx61D0n4Odk_8PuF2IDRjOES8LJgmZsgscxDWok_DMpPuvLvGqbaEs9-dQdVpHY4/s320/100_6416.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386472757420306130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRlOVAgUeoa1SB29xGcT9k0jNDxp-rtGU1TU3668axxX2rCMhugYU8bUkgo9la-5j1vZnw5n2R5g533wDdG_7OuFbFKBM8D43XlB4bU2OOEeHO0Hlb8pqJnLykCKTvYNQ8MSkuOnLd5AAG/s320/100_6395.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386470001246895026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlypn4c6KWeA82VXkNAizKhRHJWpXolsdyvTDko_jDD1ozft1TZvVdBR_eM9Fns-CKheuOyc7h4tD3Ueh3IN101NVHMt6EoiFuPwgx_HPe13eXhfH0AWNDKBfLiMsTxiuVGyRe2EqzHqL/s320/100_6390.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386467172267544098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiETr-t1yaR2O3OgjXEN14s7oKHSUOtdyRi1u3dqY2RPtltvAvZ9eTvPBoOcXbUj_zJIK6LvCsvmtsxRLnNdbkfkg73OO0JKUTN4VQjvFu7wa6Rkqdff8Z5UF4FnvGX5Yvq1FjIcP5O5R8P/s320/100_6384.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386466438216673234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWwJJ0KW7oyAFAKtJTtw1FyOZ3iAeXrxdGg_uDvsfL0ObLsHW2k41BrfsrJ2w1YDzjqC_2tWKjtxd-tHG9ETQrPDidZjKu7V1IR32yqdmyTTBornD2R6xus4rp7xBwfy7J0LBRCom4aXn/s320/100_6381.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386474215473474738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzefa-OBPIm7frrmAaT1VQxqPenVrFCii70wl43RthMnMlXDNTGwxPkpGUEb87aMVN3XRL1jqv3pxrIA5ZAh111r3qKf8hSoLKjTmxsr0OXTmBE-WJURXt9btCY_X_UY-E6GiosONEWlE/s320/100_6398.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386477309039239154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicx4bCbThAQ8SBt8XDjFIrcrtNy9PtWLOB2Vyv9ZyvtUxtxTMwuH_FD6ZtCmCNgaqhtdh6KLfhzZmM8394Q9KV-JLomEbhh_9TFX2KddROFzmLwIYe48VBtgychfxTDXyIwRScjcoinhgi/s320/100_6439.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 9px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386478736004421234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-n707dkXCRoGhEWzgS2hB37bnoE312F9SN_Y5cP4bywXf8xTAfcGUpK7IIen35IVNWMQSGHpo62s2Av0TazXptm9dBFlE3LRiJZ0s-WhMDFh4E7rA8liCKhMoNSSZH1NX1EEP2jCUF1lM/s320/100_6441.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-28719859344705087832009-09-25T01:06:00.002+07:002009-09-25T02:05:50.978+07:00What am i doing still...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8MJHVOtq9pg38NpCsb0RTubMFXkPtwMTkxoGU0Vi3xYuGLPNc1fi5ynvEdiUkcZwiLZJfhQBAKRfCgP_JApMtyMLeXxCLsubrhq0m-tqYZ_ctYFdnhKbHNmMmstAxZBJKmi8t4hfPtNcc/s1600-h/thinking-of-you-heart-clipart.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385111909574402610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8MJHVOtq9pg38NpCsb0RTubMFXkPtwMTkxoGU0Vi3xYuGLPNc1fi5ynvEdiUkcZwiLZJfhQBAKRfCgP_JApMtyMLeXxCLsubrhq0m-tqYZ_ctYFdnhKbHNmMmstAxZBJKmi8t4hfPtNcc/s400/thinking-of-you-heart-clipart.png" /></a><br /><br />sigh. =[Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-65313150754235412782009-08-26T14:00:00.001+07:002009-08-26T17:08:48.099+07:00Sculpture>introductionSalam, oh yes. im on holiday but not so oh-holiday-yay! thing anymore. assignments bersepah-sepah minta diberi perhatian, ada arca yang perlu 'dihidupkan'. haih. hell-idays. oh well, i've been busy with what? What else? the freakin sculpture! ok, i have to admit, it was a worth well moment to see it grow but the prosess? my lady hands are ruined, [haha] surrounded by metals and aluminium and hard hardware. thank God i am still a girl at the end of the day. huhu. been taking pictures of me working my ass off for this thing to get A++++!!!! Amin. yeah, will be posting them from day one till the end of the week to see how it work out. i'll say, not bad. hah! :]Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4116550124293978807.post-31842106813764932442009-08-15T22:25:00.004+07:002009-08-15T22:49:02.281+07:00FictionateOk, this is something I've written for my group task, like a long time ago. Supposely, it's a group work, but you know how it is when working with people, so this was written out of the emergency so the lecturer won't burst our bubble. Haih, so we've been given a few words and name to work with[ the bold one].<br /><br /><div align="center">He Did What He Did Best.<br /><br /><strong>Yusry</strong> watched <strong>Faezah</strong> <strong>sleep</strong> peacefully <strong>like an angel</strong> besides him, soundless. Such a naïve brave young girl to trust a criminal, thought Yusry as he played with her hair. But she didn’t know that. And Yusry was this charming clever lad who would smile to every woman that he met and for that, they would face death. He lured them into his web with just an interesting conversation plus a gentleman attitude as the women fell in love with him completely, he would do what he did best.<br />* * * * * * * * *<br />Faezah met Yusry when she was dining alone for lunch at a restaurant 4 month ago. Yusry was only a table away. She did notice he was gazing in her way when she gave back a positive response to him. She smiled and Yusry headed for her table. ‘Hi, may I sit here?’ Yusry asked. ‘Sure, go ahead’, she answered, smiling. Faezah was checking out his features as he sat. His face was boyish with a nice high check bones and his body was muscular too. He must be ‘the working out guy’, thought Faezah. ‘I’m Yusry from <strong>Tenom, Sabah</strong>.’ Yusry said with a smile as he held his hand out for her. ‘I’m Faezah, from <strong>Kuala Lumpur</strong>. You are from Tenom, Sabah? Why, that such a long way down. Business?’ She asked as she took his inviting hand. ‘Kind of.’ Yusry smiled. They talked about lot of things over their lunch. Faezah showed interest to everything that Yusry said. Such a fascinating guy, thought Faezah. Yusry told her that he was a in a car business. ‘Really? Wow, this must be my lucky day, I wanted to buy a car. Nothing too expensive but as long as it can take me anywhere, I’m all for it.’ she said. ‘Well, you found the right guy.’ said Yusry, smiling as he take a sip of his drink. He could see that Faezah is starting to fall hard on him. As planned.<br />* * * * * * * *<br />Faezah woke up with the haze above her head. ‘Ugh, my head.’ She complaint. The sound of chain clinking together does not do any good to her head. Later, she notices that her hands were cuffed and her feet were chained to the bed post. ‘Morning sunshine, sleep well last night?’ asked Yusry as he light his cigarette. ‘Yusry, what’s all this?’ asked Faezah, showing her cuffed hands, confused. He let out a cold laugh. He walks toward the bed and sat beside her. His hands lingered around her soft skin, then he swept her strands of hair away from her face, making Faezah starting to feel uneasy. ‘What are you doing? Yusry, what’s going on? What this? Why are you doing this?’ Faezah starting to shoot questions like bullets. Yusry gave a chuckled ‘Sweetheart, do you really think….you know what, never mind. Let just get this over with.’ said Yusry, smiling and gave her a meaning look. ‘Get it over with what? Yusry, you’re scaring me.’ ‘Don’t worry, it won’t hurt as much as the others had, I’ll be gentle with you. I’ll do it as <strong>slow as a turtle walks</strong>.’ He chuckled as he open a bag on the table. In the bag, there were <strong>grenades and a rifle</strong>. Then, he was holding an object that cannot be unidentified by Faezah. ‘Don’t you dare touching me, Yusry or I’ll scream!’ threatened Faezah. ‘Scream for all you want my love’, he said as he came towards her. ‘No, please.’ begged Faezah. Yusry ignored her and did what he did best. </div><div align="center">* * * * * * * * *<br />After a long hour of the <strong>torturing</strong> scene, the making of the film is finally come to the end. ‘That’s a wrap!’ the director shouted to the crew. Everyone is cheering and clapping. ‘You did good, Siti. It was really convincing and hey, definitely an award for you.’ the director said to Siti. ‘Thanks Mr. Wong. I couldn’t have done it without your help.’ Siti said as he shakes the director’s hand. The director walks away from Siti to his producer to discuss about his next movie. ‘Its about a country that has no money to solve <strong>war</strong> against the plague that’s been carried by a giant <strong>mosquitoes</strong>. Yes, I know and I want to make….’ they trailed off.</div><div align="center">-----------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div align="center">Haha, we were supposed to present this in front of the class but I was to embarrassed to read my own, this one, so instead I asked my groupmate to read it and she screwed up. It was supposed to be read smoothly, with the right tone and all, but hey no one's perfect right? and I don't even had the guts to read it, so it's a no win situation. huhu. :] </div>Cikgu Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857471118910484204noreply@blogger.com0