i know you are reading this
no, there will be no sorry
and maybe we can fight over the phone AGAIN like yesterday
looking forward for your phone call AGAIN
and yes, i have the capability of being sad because i'm a human
can't wait for your call AGAIN
(ye mmg PMS maka perlu marah tak tentu-pasal. dan perhatian, jika anda merasakan entry di bawah berkaitan sayangi diri anda seperti sayangi sungai anda adalah untuk anda, besar kemungkinan anda salah kerana saya juga selalu ingin sesuatu yang saya tiada seperti seorang teman lelaki. kita semua mmg makhluk yang menyedihkan)
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
The stupidest thing on earth
In my honest opinion, hating oneself is the stupidest thing a human can do. Hating, degrading, self-depreciating; are all the biggest sins in the world. Especially when we do want people to like us back.
Imagine hearing one say this: I hate myself. I'm stupid, I have a miserable life, I am not beautiful and so on and so forth.
This is what I might think: ouh, she or he must not love themselves. Hence, it is ok for me to say hate them too like saying 'yah, you are stupid'.
(Usually I don't say that because I don't want to be the reason for someone to kill themselves or something. Of course I will say things like 'don't say that. You are nice')
I believe that everyone is nice inside. Regardless of how cruel one can be but I know they are something nice about a person. There were many examples of it. Even companies have Corporate Social Responsibility program because they want to give back to the community for things that they might have missed out. Even a bad person might feel pity for a kid and that is something nice too.
I know I don't read that much motivational books but I just want to take something from Don't be Sad by 'Aaidh ibn Abdullah al-Qarni.
' You think about what you do not have and are ungrateful for what you have been given' (page 29).
Now just stop and look at yourself for a while. Switch off the monitor for a while but this is not adviseable for those using laptop. What do you see? Ok even if you do not want to switch anything off and look into a mirror, look at your fingers. Can you move them? If you do, say 'I'm grateful for my fingers'. Now look at your wrist. Can you turn them this way and that? If you can, you are now free to say 'I'm grateful for my wrists.'
Now pinch your finger. Can you feel the pain? If you can, say 'I'm grateful for my working receptors'. Without realizing, the tiny little receptors are extremely important because they help us to note that the kettle is hot and the water is hot so we won't be burnt alive. See? There are at least three things that we can all be grateful of without even needing to go for a medical check-up. How can we hate ourselves that way?
There's at least one thing that we can love about ourselves. Sometimes we found ourselves being silly and hating it, being fat and hating it and being boring and hating it. Now remember that foolishness are not stupid. Sometimes they can turn out to be cute too. No, I mean it. Sometimes when you blurt something out like a kid does, it becomes cute. But if it doesn't make you cute, laugh at it because later, you will look back at the memory and laugh at yourself because it was funny.
I knew someone who accidentally claimed something about Bandar Planet when he was actually referring to Bandar Satelit. Some geography thingy. We both realised it was wrong and I know he was embarassed about it but did he push me onto an incoming bus just because I laughed at him? No, because he knows that we will be looking back at the memory and laugh at it.
OK I made that up. I didn't know if he will look back at it but at that moment, he himself laughed at his silliness.
Fat. So what? Would you want to be a model and be skinny and wear all the nice clothes in the world and live in constant hunger, having to stick your finger or your toothbrush down the throat after having macaroni and cheese? That's torture. If our body is not made as a skinny-sized model, let it be. I know I can't be skinny but heck; Real Women Have Curves (matilah curik tajuk movie). (note: not all models have to starve themselves tho).
Boring? Ok sometimes we can be boring but maybe, instead of trying to hard to become the center of attention, why not just listen to what people say. Stop and listen for a while (ok stop and stare pun bole but honey, it's rude to stare).
I know we can find something that we do like about ourselves. I know that I'm a good listener. I will try to stay awake during Pillow Talk (and when it comes to my turn, everyone fell asleep). And I know that is a very important attribute because it helps people to come my way as in being connected. That is my pride because too many times, people keep talking about themselves without wanting to know about the other person. So, I like that about myself.
Please ouh please, let us all try to be positive and a bit nice to ourselves. We are all special inside because God will never ever create anything without a reason. Some people say that you can do nothing with your wisdom teeth. That's a lie because I have one wisdom tooth on the upper gum and none in the lower gum, on my left jaw. I removed it five years ago because of some complications. And the effect was, my jaw ached for days if I try to eat meat, liat or not. Yes, that is my own experience.
And I think it is great to note that:
If we don't love ourselves, how can we expect people to love us?
In my honest opinion, hating oneself is the stupidest thing a human can do. Hating, degrading, self-depreciating; are all the biggest sins in the world. Especially when we do want people to like us back.
Imagine hearing one say this: I hate myself. I'm stupid, I have a miserable life, I am not beautiful and so on and so forth.
This is what I might think: ouh, she or he must not love themselves. Hence, it is ok for me to say hate them too like saying 'yah, you are stupid'.
(Usually I don't say that because I don't want to be the reason for someone to kill themselves or something. Of course I will say things like 'don't say that. You are nice')
I believe that everyone is nice inside. Regardless of how cruel one can be but I know they are something nice about a person. There were many examples of it. Even companies have Corporate Social Responsibility program because they want to give back to the community for things that they might have missed out. Even a bad person might feel pity for a kid and that is something nice too.
I know I don't read that much motivational books but I just want to take something from Don't be Sad by 'Aaidh ibn Abdullah al-Qarni.
' You think about what you do not have and are ungrateful for what you have been given' (page 29).
Now just stop and look at yourself for a while. Switch off the monitor for a while but this is not adviseable for those using laptop. What do you see? Ok even if you do not want to switch anything off and look into a mirror, look at your fingers. Can you move them? If you do, say 'I'm grateful for my fingers'. Now look at your wrist. Can you turn them this way and that? If you can, you are now free to say 'I'm grateful for my wrists.'
Now pinch your finger. Can you feel the pain? If you can, say 'I'm grateful for my working receptors'. Without realizing, the tiny little receptors are extremely important because they help us to note that the kettle is hot and the water is hot so we won't be burnt alive. See? There are at least three things that we can all be grateful of without even needing to go for a medical check-up. How can we hate ourselves that way?
There's at least one thing that we can love about ourselves. Sometimes we found ourselves being silly and hating it, being fat and hating it and being boring and hating it. Now remember that foolishness are not stupid. Sometimes they can turn out to be cute too. No, I mean it. Sometimes when you blurt something out like a kid does, it becomes cute. But if it doesn't make you cute, laugh at it because later, you will look back at the memory and laugh at yourself because it was funny.
I knew someone who accidentally claimed something about Bandar Planet when he was actually referring to Bandar Satelit. Some geography thingy. We both realised it was wrong and I know he was embarassed about it but did he push me onto an incoming bus just because I laughed at him? No, because he knows that we will be looking back at the memory and laugh at it.
OK I made that up. I didn't know if he will look back at it but at that moment, he himself laughed at his silliness.
Fat. So what? Would you want to be a model and be skinny and wear all the nice clothes in the world and live in constant hunger, having to stick your finger or your toothbrush down the throat after having macaroni and cheese? That's torture. If our body is not made as a skinny-sized model, let it be. I know I can't be skinny but heck; Real Women Have Curves (matilah curik tajuk movie). (note: not all models have to starve themselves tho).
Boring? Ok sometimes we can be boring but maybe, instead of trying to hard to become the center of attention, why not just listen to what people say. Stop and listen for a while (ok stop and stare pun bole but honey, it's rude to stare).
I know we can find something that we do like about ourselves. I know that I'm a good listener. I will try to stay awake during Pillow Talk (and when it comes to my turn, everyone fell asleep). And I know that is a very important attribute because it helps people to come my way as in being connected. That is my pride because too many times, people keep talking about themselves without wanting to know about the other person. So, I like that about myself.
Please ouh please, let us all try to be positive and a bit nice to ourselves. We are all special inside because God will never ever create anything without a reason. Some people say that you can do nothing with your wisdom teeth. That's a lie because I have one wisdom tooth on the upper gum and none in the lower gum, on my left jaw. I removed it five years ago because of some complications. And the effect was, my jaw ached for days if I try to eat meat, liat or not. Yes, that is my own experience.
And I think it is great to note that:
If we don't love ourselves, how can we expect people to love us?
i miss my friends
i really do
i miss them so much although i haven't seen them for like two weeks
ouh yes, if i were given the chance to maary them
i'd jump at one heartbeat
but they are girls (and angie rejected me thrice)
so i finished another book on nanny diaries. Pitt said it was made into films but of course, i didn't know it.
The book was about a girl who worked as a nanny at Mr and Mr X. unfortunately, she fell into a deep and rather not--so-nice trap as the family itself is struggling with their own problem. what with grayer missing both his parents and all the focus given by Mrs X at the wrong places.
Classic parents who have too much money, they tend to leave everything to the nanny and expect the kids to being accepted to some colleges at the age of 4. the result and reality was unnerving (although i do wish that it was not reality). When the kid was urinating in places that he shouldn't be, the mum was concentrating on where he should be peeing, not the reason why he was doing that in the first place.
Then nanny was shocked by the fact that there were someone else besides Mrs X when Mr X was at home. And she was somehow sucked into the problem.
in the end, those with money will always win. and that was really disheartening.
Ok so that was the review that I was supposed to do about last week. i know, I'm a great procrastinator.
i really do
i miss them so much although i haven't seen them for like two weeks
ouh yes, if i were given the chance to maary them
i'd jump at one heartbeat
but they are girls (and angie rejected me thrice)
so i finished another book on nanny diaries. Pitt said it was made into films but of course, i didn't know it.
The book was about a girl who worked as a nanny at Mr and Mr X. unfortunately, she fell into a deep and rather not--so-nice trap as the family itself is struggling with their own problem. what with grayer missing both his parents and all the focus given by Mrs X at the wrong places.
Classic parents who have too much money, they tend to leave everything to the nanny and expect the kids to being accepted to some colleges at the age of 4. the result and reality was unnerving (although i do wish that it was not reality). When the kid was urinating in places that he shouldn't be, the mum was concentrating on where he should be peeing, not the reason why he was doing that in the first place.
Then nanny was shocked by the fact that there were someone else besides Mrs X when Mr X was at home. And she was somehow sucked into the problem.
in the end, those with money will always win. and that was really disheartening.
Ok so that was the review that I was supposed to do about last week. i know, I'm a great procrastinator.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
I did it! I finished my cross-stitch project! I’m so happy. Ok not really because my back and my leg still hurt a bit. But hey! I managed to finish it.
My F----ing Birthday by Merril Markoe.
The book takes us through a journey of the characters birthday yearly, up to her 41th year. Firth, the mother was there and then she passed away. And her father dated other women while the character herself is going on a rollercoaster ride of a relationship, slipping in and out of one relationship after another. She had a bad relationship with an overly critical mother which did no justice on her self-esteem.
It is quirky, funny and the message is: you lead your life. It was seriously funny, I find myself laughing on the bus.
It’s recommended for girls who wish to have a good laugh on their singleness and take a look at what are they doing,’ am I really letting this guy walk all over me? Is this just lust?’ and things like that. It was cool to read something that sounded like self-development book (on how not to be a pushover) that does not sound so stiff.
Ah, well. Back still hurts. So, Angie and Brad, when are we dating again? Online I mean.
Next project: stitch something for Emak. And frame it, you lazy bum.
My F----ing Birthday by Merril Markoe.
The book takes us through a journey of the characters birthday yearly, up to her 41th year. Firth, the mother was there and then she passed away. And her father dated other women while the character herself is going on a rollercoaster ride of a relationship, slipping in and out of one relationship after another. She had a bad relationship with an overly critical mother which did no justice on her self-esteem.
It is quirky, funny and the message is: you lead your life. It was seriously funny, I find myself laughing on the bus.
It’s recommended for girls who wish to have a good laugh on their singleness and take a look at what are they doing,’ am I really letting this guy walk all over me? Is this just lust?’ and things like that. It was cool to read something that sounded like self-development book (on how not to be a pushover) that does not sound so stiff.
Ah, well. Back still hurts. So, Angie and Brad, when are we dating again? Online I mean.
Next project: stitch something for Emak. And frame it, you lazy bum.
Monday, April 06, 2009
it's a monday morning
no i'm not working and i woke up to the brush of soft fur at my feet
yes, it was a cat
i tot it was something else.
bliss
i love coming back to one place that'll accept me no matter what
and i eat
i honestly eat to my heart content.
ok mum is trying to engage me into a conversation
it'd better stop before she felt left out.
no i'm not working and i woke up to the brush of soft fur at my feet
yes, it was a cat
i tot it was something else.
bliss
i love coming back to one place that'll accept me no matter what
and i eat
i honestly eat to my heart content.
ok mum is trying to engage me into a conversation
it'd better stop before she felt left out.
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