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So sad! Just as I was about to love this couple. Bye Cameron.

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Gosh I remember telling someone that words can’t explain how it feels like to not have ‘love’. Well, I just found the meaning.

And the feeling is not nice either. If possible, I don’t anyone to experience this feeling. Well, except for the asshole who stole my phone. Yeah, only him. And the rest of the assholes who steals people’s stuff. And criminals. And murderers. And felons. Yeah.

emzyana:

……….

Anyway.

I have been burning with curiousity lately.

I wonder, why do people have facebook? I feel like there’s a cold war going on where people compete who knows who more, who has more friends, who’s life is better, who’s the richer one, who’s the top in the social-hierarchy pyramid, which couple is the sweetest, who’s the smartest, who does what in their life, etc etc etc.. Why do (most) people expose so much of their life in facebook? What is the point?
Why do people have blog and talk about what they blog about? What is their point? What do they get in return? How will it improve their life?
Why do muslim women wear short skirts, reveal so much of their skin and their forbidden body when they are not suppose to? What do they get out of it? How does it improve their life?
(pardon me, I know I do not wear the hijab but I would just like to know why they do all of it, why they chose to ignore the law.. Im interested in what makes them that way. Not trying to discriminate them.)
Why are most Men lazy? Why are most men egoistic? Why is it that most men are not humble? Why do Men think they have power? Why are Men hot-tempered and why do they think they have a diplomatic immunity to their anger?

Basically, im curious as to why people do what they do. I really am. Im really interested in knowing.

Why.. Why.. Why…. That’s me. I ask too much and sometimes i wonder, what good will i get by asking all this. =S

hihihi. Hi Yana. I have your answers to the first two.

1. About the Facebook thing, I agree that all the quizzes and surveys are crap, but it’s their version of quench boredom. And I know you’re against FB, but it’s basically the only way to keep in touch with friends that we don’t see everyday. I mean, you might not find the use of it now, but maybe when we all have graduated high school and gone our separate ways, we’ll be to busy with our lives to keep in touch with everyone we know in our high school years. Facebook is a social networking site, and by definition of a social networking site itself means well, ‘social’. For me, in a year or something, I’d like to know what you guys are all up to. I’d like to see your photos and status updates and whatever. But those are the main point of using FB. Others, just misused it and I think in some places, cases like internet bully and stuff has been reported. Leading to my next point:
2. Blogs can also be considered as a social networking site. Blogging is like a place where you can freely express yourself. It doesn’t matter whether you have readers or not, but blogging is a good way to express opinions (like what you did in a few earlier and later posts). Also, like I said, in a few years from now on, I’d like to know what you’re doing. In blogs, we can say what we’re doing like, where we’re studying, what’s up with our love life or anything like that. You know, so that we stay connected. Basically, internet is all we have after we all have gone our own way later on.
3. About the girl in mini-skirts and stuff, I don’t have the answers or why they do it. Put aside religion wise, every girl wants to be beautiful and we know how men are perverted creatures. Girls just want to feel beautiful. Each different girl have different definition to beautiful. Most thinks that beautiful equals to more skin. Baring themselves meaning making men notice them meaning pleasure meaning happy. It’s simple math, really.
4. A simple answer: because women allow men to. Well, and also because men are naturally the more dominant gender and it has been written in the Quran (if I’m not mistaken) that men are leaders. All Rasul are men. Men are presidents and prime ministers or world leaders. They are the ones bringing money home to the family. They are the leader of the family. That’s how it’s suppose to be. But basically, it’s turning around. There are also women who posses traits like you mentioned above. Oh, and men are angry, it’s a men thing. Just like how sensitive and emotional is a women thing.

Excuse my verbal seizure.

Kalau lah aku ni larat. Aku ni Melayu. Tapi aku pelik apasal sekarang baru aku nak embrace that fact. Jadi, aku ni nak cuba berleter dalam Melayu. Tatabahasa aku ni tak payah betul, orang boleh faham, dah cukup.

Yang aku sungguh tak puas hati ni, waktu tadi. Aku pergi tengok Cuci The Musical sekali lagi tapi kali ni dengan keluarga aku. Waktu intermission, aku pun beratur nak masuk ke tandas. Dua orang depan aku ni, aku tak tahulah mak Datin ke Puan Sri ke Datin Sri mana entah, tapi aku pun tak nak lah prejudis dan prasangka tapi bila aku dengar mereka komplain, telinga aku rasa bingit betul.

Yang sorang depan aku tu cakap dengan slang Inggeris dia yang entah apa-apa tu, “I thought the show was a bit draggy. If without the music and humor, it’ll be a pretty slow show. Storyline wise, I mean.” Aku hormat jugaklah. pandangan minah Datin tu. Agak betullah dia cakap, tapi aku sebagai rakyat Malaysia ni bangga ada produksi macam ni. Lepas tu mak Datin lagi seekor tu cakap, “maybe because we’re used to the professional and the famous-famous shows like Les Miserable, Chicago, Mamma Mia” dan mulalah nama-namakan musikal-musikal yang lain. Haih minah-minah ni, kalau tak reti nak hargai hiburan nasional, pergilah duduk dekat England tu hari-hari boleh kalian nak tengok Mamma Mia. Memang tak boleh dinafikan Cuci The Musikal tak boleh nak tanding dengan musikal-musikal macam tu. Tapi tu memang dah hakikatnya. Si mat salleh semua tu dah berapa lama ceburi dalam bidang ni. Kalau tak silap aku, musikal macam Phantom Of The Opera tu memang dah berpuluh-puluh (kalau tak beratus) tahun dipersembahkan setiap malam. Dan orang-orang yang berlakon dan menanyi tu adalah memang professional theatre people bukan nya buat dua minggu macam musikal-musikal produksi tanah air kita ni.

Sebab-sebab orang macam ni lah industri hiburan kita tak boleh nak maju. Sebab kengkangan dan persepsi orang-orang macam ni. Tapi, bukan aku nak klasifikasikan atau memberi stereotype yang semua mak datin macam ni. Ada jugak yang boleh hargai dua-dua budaya.

Naik bengang pulak aku. Aku pun tak tahu sejak bila aku jadi patriotik sangat ni. Padahal, aku dengar lagu pun banyak orang putih punya. Aku hipokrit ke ni? Entah lah.

Tapi, aku bangga jugak. Malam ni, theatre penuh. Ramainya orang nak pergi tengok Cuci The Musical ni. Ada jugak yang mat salleh dan pelancong datang tengok tapi aku kasihankan mereka. Manalah mereka ni nak faham joke orang Malaysia. Aku rasa musical ni memang untuk orang Malaysia dan untuk orang yang selalu bertutur dalam Bahasa Malaysia pasar ni. Macam adik aku tadi, tak habis-habis tanya aku “kenapa semua orang gelak” bila aku tengah gelak. Adik aku tu dah jadi mat salleh celup.

Pak Lah dan isteri dia pun ada tadi. Waktu credits (ala yang dah habis, lepas tu semua pelakon keluar) tu, Hans Isaac dan krew memanggil Pak Lah dan Tun Jean naik jumpa penari, pemuzik, pelakon dan krew-krew lain. Aku rasa bangga lah pulak. Tengok Malaysia boleh maju dan harmoni macam ni. Pak Lah pun baik aja, salam semua orang. Haih, aku dah nak nangis dah. Haha.

Lepas tu, sebab ayah aku ni, ayah aku, Pak Lah kenal dia, kami pun jumpalah Pak Lah kejap. They are such nice people. Tak bongkak langsung. Lepas tu, ada satu perkataan yang keluar dari mulut Pak Lah tu yang buat aku rasa betul-betul bertuah dan bangga sebagai rakyat Malaysia. Hanya dengan satu perkataan, Pak Lah cakap, “Incredible”.

Orang pun mulalah nak ambik gambar dan bersalaman dengan Pak Lah. Kasihan jugak aku tengok dia. Nak balik pun 10 minit nak jalan ke kereta. Orang duk tahan nak salam. Tapi ye lah kan, dah tugas dia. Tapi kalau aku, aku naik rimas.

Dah, aku ni macam bunyi orang gila nak try cakap Melayu. Wahai kawan-kawan, kita ni perlulah ingat dari mana kita berasal. Bak kata pepatah, hujan emas ni negara orang, hujan batu di negara sendiri.

I’m so ready for my BM paper. I wish.

Sakinah Azman.

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Finally Zac looks like Josh in this photo! Because the other brothers looks similar. I think one of the brothers, Jonathan (I think) looks most like Zac.

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littlemiss:

The beginning is kind of like “wtf?” but trust me, keep watching! THE. COOLEST. THING. EVER!<33

mothereff this is so cool. give it a watch (:

Whoa, at first I was like, what the crap, the crowd is so dead and it’s as if the girl in purple is the only alive person there. And then, it’s so cool. This is what I like about music and stuff, it brings people together.

I wonder Malaysia can pull this off. I doubt so.

I like this word.

Reblog with a sentence with this word in it. :)

I remember watching an episode of the medical drama TV series, House MD, and one episode, Dr. House had this patient who purposely stuck a metal knife into the electrical power point. Obviously the patient went ‘out’ and later the patient described that 97 seconds when he was out to be the best 97 seconds of his life. Bewildered and curious, House tried it himself and he too, was ‘out’. But I couldn’t really remember whether House described that pain to be pleasure, because he is always in pain.

Anyway, the point of this post was, the same thing basically happened to me. Except I didn’t go into a 97 seconds comatose (if you can call it that) or any near death experience. It was 10:30 a.m. and I am rarely up this early if it wasn’t for school, and I’m not in school. I was basically writing an Incase-Of-Headaches list (yes, number one on the list being DRINK ICE COFFEE) and my table was dark and I decided to switch on the table lamp.

It was unplugged, and the fuse, the wire of the plug and whatever crap that’s in a plug was exposed. Me, being stupid, held the fuse and what not while the power point switch was on. When I pushed the plug in, abruptly, I could feel the electric running through me. Then I let out an involuntary shout and my maid who was in the other room asked whether I was okay.

I felt some sort of a tingling ‘frenzy’ (because I know I’m suppose to feel pain, but it was sort of exciting) at the tip of my fingers that was in contact with the metal part of the exposed plug. Then, the next thing I realised was my fast heart-beat. Being an informed Biology student, I know that electric shock causes the rise in heart beat rate. That’s why they invented those crash carts with pedals that doctors shock a patient in cardiac arrest. And they charge like a minimum of 300 or something, and put it on the patients chest and say, “clear” before pressing the buttons. Then, the patient’s chest will like ‘hover’ in the air or something. They will repeat the same thing and increase the charges until the patient have a steady heart beat.

Yes, I know that was unnecessary explanation of a crash cart, but I’ve always wanted to write that.

Then, after the realisation of the fast heart beat, I sat silently and looked at my fingers and pressed the palm of my hands to my chest, checking my heart beat (I prefer this method than checking my pulse at my neck, because I can never feel my pulse) and basically checking whatever else is wrong with me.

So, if there are anymore side effects I should worry about or things that I should effect, please tell me or something.

This is why I love science. I would love to be a doctor, but that decision was made when I dropped Chemistry and got a D in my Biology paper. But basically, I’m not dumb.

With so much love, 
Sqeen!

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World’s Youngest Couple

Every little girl dreams about her wedding day, complete with visions of a big beautiful white dress and, of course, the perfect man. But 9-year-old Jayla Cooper didn’t have a lifetime to wait for Mr. Right. The Southlake, TX, girl had been battling leukemia for two years, a battle that would end in just a matter of weeks. But what Jayla did have was a groom. He’s her best friend, Jose Griggs, 7, a fellow patient at Children’s Medical Center in Dallas. Jayla and Jose tied the knot in February 2009 to fulfill her final wish: Getting married in a beautiful wedding, surrounded by family and friends. From the flowers to the banquet hall, donations poured in to give a North Texas bride the wedding of her dreams.

Jaila died on Wednesday, April 1, 2009.

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I just totally cried.

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galvatron:

the more you didnt want to know

my heart just broke.

ganun pla un? wawa nmn ung baby. T___T

omg. crying.

In any circumstances at all, God forbids, that I’ll have a premarital baby, as shame as I am about the fact, I promise myself, I am never ever ever going to have an abortion. I rather cary the shame of having a baby before marriage then having to cary the shame of aborting an innocent child. How can someone do this to a baby?!