Den i said to my mum we should change specs.... She said ok... So snap...
Wahahaha... She didn't even realize the lens came off...
Been away to M'sia for a while with my mum... for like 4 days 3 nights... Miss pi... loads... Missed Yuyu's bdae... But we had a pre-celebration the other day... Just me and her... Like old times... Bought her new shades and we ate beef steak thingy that needed long massages and plan ride from turkey before it is being served... On our way home, it was quiet embarrassing.... I'll tell you why... We were at arab street... crossing the road to walk to the bus stop. From afar, we saw the bus 133... So we decided to run for it... like mad woman, we compete... i overtook her then she overtook me... then vice versa again... looping... but she won... Damn it.. haha... she always win me back in secondary school.. and now she still does... To yuyu: I WILL kick your ass one day.... haha... And oh... wen we reach in front of the bus, the bus driver refuse to open the door... Coz there's too many people... Leaving us sweating, red face banana... haha... Oh ya... n Yuyu finalie found someone that has something in common with her..
Wahaha... I couldn't resist not taking his picture.. But i somehow feel that he knows that we were laughing at him... Yuyu... you know... i know can already....
I suddenly remember this conversation that I had with one of my friend in school..
She’s from Myanmar…
We were talking about Cyclone Nargis...
You know the one that had attack Myanmar and had destroyed loads of life…
Well, my friend was telling me one of the stories that she heard from her friend…
and I would like to share it here…
A mum, dad and a little kid….
Running…
Running like everyone else…
Holding each other tight…
Afraid…
The wind is blowing hard…
Stronger and stronger…
The three of them ran to the nearest tree…
The dad with the little kid holding onto one tree
The mum holding onto another tree nearby…
The Cyclone hit…
Hard…
The dad and the little kid struggle to hold onto the tree…
The cyclone is too strong…
The dad could feel that the kid is slowly slipping away from him…
The cyclone is too strong…
The dad can’t hold onto the kid any longer…
The dad let the little kid go…
Fly with the wind…
He’s left alone holding onto the tree….
The cyclone subside a little…
The mum looks at the dad…
Asking where is the little kid…
The dad looks at the direction where the little kid had disappeared into…
The mum looks in the same direction…
The cyclone gain speed again…
The dad holds on tight to the tree again…
The mum loosens her grip…
Letting the cyclone to take her…
Wherever they want to take her…
Perhaps she might ends up with the little kid…
Her little kid…
Ps: The story might be a little different from the one my friend told me… but main outline of the story is still the same…
This is me
Shoes: Size 5
I Want:
Travel round the world..
Parasaling..Bungee Jumping..
Eat..eat... and eat..
I loathe:
Creepy crawlies...
Dogs that wants to eat me...
Irritating brothers