Tie A Yellow Ribbon.

"I'm coming home, I've done my time,

Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine,

If you received my letter, telling you i'd soon be free,

Then you'll know just what to do, if you still want me..."

hee that's a lovely song, by Tony Orlando, kinda suits my mood now huh, i mean not that i've done time literally, but it sure the hell feels like it. can u believe it, 3 and a half years, and now i'm done. wuhooooo! did my very last exam yesterday, it wasnt all that good, but i did it, and im done <:-P

rasa mcm baru orientation week, hehe, nak clinical rotation dah...

ouh, my bff farah hanani is officially in her final year now! soo proud of u >:D<

sgt ramai yg dah grad, yg akan grad in a few months, yg tgh cari kerja (chaiyokk shimm), yg dah kerja, yg dah kawen! aishh seriously ppl need to slow down the marriage train jap, the pressure is on us single ladies ;)

anddddd i'm gonna be 23 in a couple of weeks!!!!! omg.

as an end to this post, i'll put down the rest of the lyrics from the song i mentioned earlier. just makes u smile at the end of it, no? :)

Bus driver please look for me

cause I couldn't bear to see what i might see

I'm really still in prison, and my love she holds the key

A simple yellow ribbon is what i need to set me free

I wrote, and told her please...

Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree,

It's been three long years,

Do you still want me?

If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree,

I'll stay on the bus, forget about us,

Put the blame on me,

If I don't see a yellow ribbon, round the old oak tree.

Now the whole damn bus is cheering,

And I can't believe I see.....

A HUNDRED YELLOW RIBBONS ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE =)

Taking Chances.

woww, this is my hundredth post :-> can u believe it, i've merepek in 99 posts. woww.

so just a few random thoughts for this 100th one.

i read back my diary when i was still in school, and i couldn't help but laugh at my silly self. and i came up with a few advices for 15year-old girls out there:
1. no matter how you feel, no matter how sure you are, no matter how cute the guy is, you are NOT in love with him. u're 15! u dont even know what love is.
2. if u ever feel like writing a note/card/letter to him, DON'T. trust me, at 15, u're probably write something stupid that you would regret later in life.
3. if he borrowed your stapler, it meant that he needs to staple something. it did not mean that he wants to move in with u.
4. when u're 22, u're probably join the "ewww i cant believe i liked you. what was i thinking?" group in facebook :))

i've submitted my thesis! Alhamdulillah. as useless as i feel this whole thesis is, i feel like it somehow taught us about team work and friendship and patience. i couldnt have completed my thesis without the help of my friends. thank you so much.

And i think this is such a sweet song:

"If you are chilly, here take my sweater,

If your head is aching, i'll make it better,

'Cause I love the way you call me Baby,

And you, take me the way I am"

-ingrid michaelson-

p/s: do you believe in second chance?

Isn't It Romantic?

so lately i've been watching back this 80's comedy, the Cosby Show.
there's this one episode called "Isn't It Romantic?"

In this episode, the dad, that is Cosby, and his two son-in-laws, made a bet on who is the most romantic husband among the three of them. They came to this bet because of Theo, Cosby's unmarried son, who said that marriage is like a graveyard, it is where romance go to die. So to prove him wrong, these 3 gentlemen bet that they could still be romantic and impress their wives by buying them a gift, but the gift should only cost them 25dollars or less.

so the three men set out in the search of a perfect gift for their wives. and this is what they bought :

son-in-law 1# : when his wife open the gift box, there was a single pearl on a necklace string. he said that he knew how much she wanted pearls, but he couldnt afford it, so he decided to buy and add on one to the string for each year of their lives together.

son-in-law 2# : in a time capsule box he bought, he put in a handkerchief which he used to wipe the lipstick off his lips the first time they kissed, and also a flower stem from their wedding day.

the dad : he started out with a story. he said, many many years ago, there was this teenage boy with his girlfriend, went to a store to share a soda. and the girl saw a wooden barrette (hair clip), with a glass stone in the middle of it. the girl loved it, and wanted it so badly, but the boy had no money then to buy it for her. so for today's occasion, he said, he made a few calls, and tried to locate that very same hair clip to give to his wife, and he managed to get it.

the wife, turned to him and said,
"u remember me wanting that barrette?"
yes, the husband said.
"u called long distance to get me that barrette?"
yes, he said feeling very much delighted.
"that's very sweet Cliff"
thank you, he said
"but i never wanted that hair clip."
o'oh.
"Eunice Chantily wore that barrette and i said it was tacky! what i wanted that time was a green plastic bracelet Cliff! NOT that tacky barrette!"

and then she open and took out what was in the box expecting to see that ugly hair clip in her hands, but guess what was in it instead?

the green plastic bracelet! :)

guess what they're trying to say is that you dont need to buy expensive gifts to impress or be romantic, it's the story and the thought behind it that counts. like for me, if someone just as much as remember and buy me my favourite drink, i would consider that as a romantic gesture.

so i told a friend, about how nice it would be like to have a romantic husband. you know to be in a romance filled marriage.

and what she replied made me think hard on the quality of men (and women) of today.

she said (and just for fun, read it in an african-american accent),
"honey," she said "in this day and time, you'd be lucky to just be in a marriage with a husband who does not abandon you in the middle of it!"

and that apparently, ladies and gentleman, is the truth,

and it scared the living daylights out of me.

The Way That I Am.

let me tell you something,

it is NOT easy to be me.

the first rule of being me would be

1. you cant express how you feel. because
A) no one would believe it
B) nor would they give a deym and
C) it wouldnt make any difference anyways


more rules later.

Reach.

this is a picture of me and my jentons.

i've always felt like i have 2 baby brothers. i said baby because they still act like one, up until today.

the middle one is going away this Sunday to Australia.

I, for one, cant believe that this is hapenning. that this cute adorable mischievious cousin, i mean kuzen, of mine is all grown up! *sigh*

im glad i cant be there this Sunday to send him off. i would flood the whole airport with my tears and the flight would have to be delayed or cancelled. actually, thats not such a bad idea.............

anyway, we had a cousin's day out on the 7th of February. and it was a good one. after coming up with so many ridiculous plans, we finally agreed on karaoke. we sang and dance, oh boy did we dance the night away. i can never listen to Reach by S Club 7 the same way ever again. but ive got to say the cherry on top of our kuzen's day out would have to be when a certain someone jatuhkan a plate full of salad on the floor. my brother is right, we're sooooo glad it wasnt us :))

im guessing after this it wouldnt be easy for me to see him again haihhh and i know when he comes back home for the holidays (IF he comes back), i wouldnt be able to recognise him anymore. i wont be surprised if he'll have a long beard (that he would dye blonde), and shoulder length hair (that he would dye blonde), with a blonde babe in his arms *rolleyes*.

although he would bug me, and tease me, and continuously call my name especially when i'm driving or about to fall asleep just to annoy me, and torture me by twisting my hand, and make pinky promises, and never giving me a straight answer (trust me, if u think im sarcastic, that is because i only learnt from the best), and always asking crazy questions, and draw watches on my wrist with a pen, and make it a hobby out of crushing my bones, and sooo much more, i shall miss him like crazy 0_0

haihhh u take care now, its okei, i'm only 2 flights away from u "_"

Broken.

there's this disease called Osteogenesis Imperfecta. Some (very rare) babies are born with this kind of abnormality, where there is some defect to the colagen which will cause the bones to break easily. Try reading a very touching novel by Jodi Picoult - Handle With Care. The bones are brittle and can break under the slightest pressure, even when sneezing! So if these babies did not die at birth, they will have to live with hundreds of broken bones throughout their lifetime. And i guess they will even come to a point when they dont even notice it anymore. Sebab dah selalu sgt kot kn, dh tak perasan. After a few moments, when the pain kicks in, baru macam eh its broken.

i think the same thing is happenning to my heart.

Please Forgive Me.

i feel like im not being a good friend lately.



i am back in malaysia, but i am only back for a week.



and i havent really contacted a few friends of mine and im sorry



i really want to



and god knows i miss you all so much



its just that i just have one week of home.



just one.





please, forgive me.