tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17216966326392550682012-01-01T14:12:10.485+08:00A simple life of a lucky girlreenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.comBlogger1011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-14889360552600167502012-01-01T14:06:00.002+08:002012-01-01T14:12:10.500+08:00have u ever wan something so bad...<div>that u know u're not gonna have it...</div><div>if.....</div><div>i hv it 1 day...</div><div>its gonna b like a dream cum true...</div><div>i think i would b a vegan if u grant me this wish... =)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1488936055260016750?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-36698272079345876122011-11-12T15:38:00.002+08:002011-11-12T15:53:17.306+08:00At first i thought i m not gonna post anymore....<div>but....i got my laptop back after 2 years....</div><div>as my brother get his new desktop.....</div><div><br /></div><div>i think i can be panic over small little thing....</div><div>working experience doesn't help much....</div><div>i panic when i know i gotto settle something that i don't know....</div><div>i panic when i cant figure out how am i going to solve the problem....</div><div>i panic when everyhting juz out of my plan....</div><div>and it end up... i m the therapist, i m the patient....</div><div>gotto talk to myself, convince myself, laugh at myself....</div><div>the simplest way is juz to "ASK"</div><div><br /></div><div>and thats my weakness again....</div><div>i can ask anything to anyone about casual thing....</div><div>but not when i know i nid some1 to do me a favor...</div><div>when i nid help....i juz don like to burden ppl....</div><div>i get phobia with the phone...</div><div>i will sit there staring at the phone </div><div>and think about how am i suppose to start a conversation</div><div>my hand sweat all over the phone after the conversation</div><div>then i will feel such a huge relief...</div><div>then i'll say...that was easy......</div><div><br /></div><div>honestly that was really damn easy</div><div>i don even know wat happen to me..............</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-3669827207934587612?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-23740960589796421032010-12-26T23:47:00.002+08:002010-12-27T00:34:40.714+08:00意外的惊喜。。。<br />失去联络的朋友突然在面皮书上碰面。。。<br />又好想回到过去了...<br /><br />原来工作已站了我人生的90%<br />公司突然shutdown, 我就不知道要干麻了...<br />想要找人出去玩也不知要找谁<br />一个人好孤单<br />人多的地方感觉更孤单。。。<br /><br />工作上一直想讨好人家<br />希望大家会喜欢我<br />我的部门有位超难搞的男人婆<br />因为她和其他人有误会<br />工作又得跟所有部门好好<br />弄得其他部门的人有点不爽我了<br />一直想补偿<br />想补救<br />想讨好<br />但好像太迟了<br />以前的我从不理会<br />现在因为工作要互相利用<br />就出卖了自己<br /><br />在plan 着2011 的list<br />虽然2010的还没完成。。。哈。。<br />希望明年会更好<br />虽然已知明年会更难<br />公司新的project<br />不知我还能呼吸吗。。。<br /><br />加油吧！！！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2374096058979642103?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-86840155522847328082010-10-24T19:57:00.003+08:002010-10-24T20:13:34.984+08:00有了选择<br />做了决定<br />却害怕结果<br />害怕改变<br />害怕一个人<br />害怕寂寞<br />但没有改变<br />就没有进步<br />想要进步<br />就要牺牲<br />我要往前进<br />要向前看<br />不相再想未来的事<br />不相再想过去的事<br />想好好享受现在<br />但，担心。。。<br />一半的我想留<br />一半的我想走<br />想留因为舍不得<br />想走因为想从新开始<br />不知该祈求上帝些什么<br />只好让他帮我决定<br />不想再想了<br />到时才解决<br />现在想也解决不了什么<br />唉，心烦理乱。。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-8684015552284732808?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-24921426109062276352010-10-03T19:53:00.002+08:002010-10-03T20:24:57.815+08:00i still remember laz year when me and my friend<br />were discussing about the dreams and targets<br />to accomplish in year 2010<br />cant believe its almost a year from then<br />and i m still at the same spot....freezing...<br />without moving or vibrating<br />no changes are made<br />again my plan failed<br />i know where the problem is<br />i juz feel unmotivated<br />i need some kind of catalyst<br />something that can control me<br />and change me, move me<br />i m juz like a sun<br />i saw earth came and passed<br />then comes jupiter hanging 4 a while then left again<br />they promise to drop by nx year<br />n same as mercury, venus, mars, pluto and the others<br />i m doing a heavy duty right here<br />shining out ppl lives<br />to make them happy<br />they come and go and leave me again<br />leaving me with their interesting stories<br />i hv heavy duties n responsibilities<br />and this is the excuse that i keep on giving myself<br />i need a new milky way<br />i wan to b a meteor...<br />no....<br />i'll rather drive my own apollo 7<br />and start my own adventure<br />with my own empire<br />and i own everything....<br />this will only be true in year 2090....<br />at dat time i'll be full of regrets<br />and start to build my apollo R...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2492142610906227635?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-27662838757165221562010-08-01T21:06:00.003+08:002010-08-01T22:02:37.642+08:00These masks start to stick on my face<br />i hardly remove them<br />especially in front of<br />new ppl, new environment<br />trying to build a new me<br />trying to be some1 every1 aspect me to b<br />trying to pretend to b some1 else<br />trying to be the best person i can<br />sometimes i dont evern recognise myself anymore<br />when i look into the mirror<br />my reflection is full of lie<br />then i stare at her<br />then i laugh<br />this life is a fool<br />don tell me changes are good<br />don tell me its a transition<br />don tell me wat is right or wrong<br />i juz cant absorb anymore advices<br />i don like my job<br />i don hate my job<br />i juz dunno wat am i doing here<br />don tell me my blog is always so depressing<br />blog are made to express<br />don tell me i m so pesimistic<br />i admit i m<br />don tell me to be grateful of wat i hv<br />i m very grateful<br />but ENOUGH never exist in my dictionary<br />i m having a back pain<br />feels like the sky is getting lower n heavier<br />on my back<br />engineer doesnt sound so good as its name<br />i m glad...<br />wen i learnt dat<br />my fren leave office later thn me<br />wen they tell me they cant cope wif work<br />wen they tell me they don embrace their job<br />don tell me i m selfish<br />i admit i m<br />at least i know i m not alone<br />yala..it seems i have everything....<br />but i feel nothing<br />i feel empty<br />after reading my blog<br />u muz be glad to know dat i m living in pain<br />bcuz<br />other ppl's pain makes me feel better...<br />yea...i m a psycho<br />watever....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2766283875716522156?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-6507312584452238832010-07-11T00:22:00.002+08:002010-07-11T00:46:23.758+08:00i wan a thing<br />i got it<br />then i let it slip away<br />by making a decision<br />a correct decision<br />to please everyone<br />choices that i made<br />place me here<br />at this point<br />right here...<br />this damn ass coordinate<br />now...<br />i will never ever get it back<br />is this something GOD trying to hint me?<br />or r u trying to prove something<br />or r u trying to convince me<br />r u trying to tell me...<br />don push away watevr thing i have??<br />if i don push<br />if i don make decision<br />will life be easier?<br />i was born to make ervyone happy<br />i was born to please ervybody<br />i never live for myself<br />bcuz i have a bigger mission<br />a bigger responsibility<br />trying to gv a lot of excuses<br />to cover up the decision i made<br />its actually a right decision<br />is juz dat....<br />i m gonna loose them....<br />n i hate dat<br />dat suppose to be mine.....<br />i said " i never believe in 'keep in touch' this 3 words"<br />it doesnt mean i don care<br />is bcuz i don hv faith in dat anymore<br />i m scared of making committment<br />n i m scared they will 4get me<br />dats y is better not to hope<br />is better to be selfish than sorry.....<br />although i don have faith in believing<br />i believe in fate....<br />i'll be waiting.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-650731258445223883?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-67017890312001464772010-06-27T12:39:00.002+08:002010-06-27T12:54:21.330+08:00听说人生要往前看<br />但<br />回忆就是如此扣人心炫<br />如此迷人<br />如此令人怀念<br />活在回忆里好像比较快乐<br />但<br />那是幻觉，假象<br /><br />周杰伦的回到过去<br />Time Machine<br />Time Traveler<br />Back to the Future<br />暗示了我不是一个人。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6701789031200146477?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-53793886594313318042010-06-20T22:46:00.003+08:002010-06-20T23:13:08.889+08:00This blog page is dying<br />trying to write something on facebook wall<br />but realize my supervisor like to supervise me<br />whenever whatever or whichever or whoever<br />he live nex block to me<br />so whenever i leave house n walk to my car<br />he will almost noticeable<br />really kanasai<br />make me walk really faz wenever wanna go out<br />where got supervisor supervise ppl till like tis eh<br />watevr things u write in fb he will know<br />n tell u the nex morning<br />SHIT!!!!!!<br />sick this shit<br />feel really uncomfortable<br />like somebody is spying on u 24 hours<br />if u wanna spy thn don tell ppl la<br />now i feel that he is a f@#$%^^ freak<br /><br />life have been work n work n work<br />beside work is still work<br />my leg cramp during the night<br />due to long standing in the line<br /><br />my technician is my teacher now<br />i call him triangle man<br />don ask me y<br />he is a little kid<br />will put watever emotion he is feeling on his face<br />when he is angry his face is shit<br />than when happy he will smile<br />thn when see any cute stuff<br />he will ask me to look at the bear or turtle<br />saying how cute it is<br />i was very si pek sweat honestly....<br />now after 2 months mixing wif him<br />he start to be harsh wif me already<br />no more treat me as a gal anymore<br />start to gv me pressure<br />my pressure is my fear<br />cuz my communication is still my biggest barrier<br />i need to communicate in order to learn things<br />and get things done<br />i dunno how to persuade my self to " juz go talk!!!"<br /><br />if u ask to me to talk nonsense<br />i can talk a lot<br />but in this working place<br />ervyday mix wif this 2 old ppl<br />1 is my supervisor<br />1 is this triangle man<br />feeling old evryday mixing wif them<br />no gal chat anymore<br />my mouth is getting heavy day by day<br />juz listen to their guys talk<br />feeling lonely there<br />i miss the time when i was teacher<br />at least i can express myself<br />i will die without talking n laughing<br /><br />but still have to move on<br />n look forward<br />for my future<br />for my family<br />dunno when only i can do things dat i wan<br />do things dat i like<br />although i still hv no idea wat i like<br />but at least<br />don do things dat i don like<br /><br />to make changes i hv to make choices<br />to make choices i need chances....<br />to hv chances i need to make choices<br />to hv choices i need to change....<br />its all connected<br />n it depend on how i think n act...<br /><br />no energy to think of this shit<br />monday again<br />why there is no eightday or nanoday???<br />haizzzzz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-5379388659431331804?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-17316301184525874412010-04-24T20:45:00.003+08:002010-04-24T21:14:33.472+08:00finally its saturday<br />at least now i hv time to really rest my legs<br />recently the car phobia thing is back<br />laz week raining n flood a bit<br />but i don care n drive through<br />thn when i restart my car<br />like wanna mati engine<br />can listen to the sound of water stuck inside<br />din care much about it press my oil pad hard<br />then ok d<br />thn ytd went out wif frens<br />wen back home late d<br />scared to park outside<br />dats y park inside which is other ppl parking lot<br />then........<br />teruk liao lo<br />the uncle park his car at my back<br />i cant drive out<br />so wait till he move his car<br />wen i saw his car is gone<br />i move my car immediately<br />remove the sticker on my car<br />n a note the uncle wrote me<br />thought wanna leave immediately<br />thn mana chai he is watching me<br />halt me n talk a lot to me<br />somemore there are other ppl watching<br />thn i apologised<br />the uncle oso shake hand wif me<br />sometime the truth hurts<br />wat he said to me<br />remain as scars<br />feel dat i cant even face my neighbours anymore<br />my supervisor who live next block away<br />know about tis<br />sound like i m famous d<br />very damn shit<br />since i know he stay here<br />i feel a little bit uncomfortable<br />like somebody is watching n spying on me<br />to track my actions n behaviour<br />thn after i move my car to park outside<br />when parking<br />the uncle's words is still on my mind<br />making me unable to concentrate on parking<br />so when reverse<br />knock others ppl car<br />but softly la<br />thn scared d<br />decided to park elsewhere<br />again.....i hit n hide...not hit n run<br />thn phone rang<br />listen to hp<br />wen wanna cross the road<br />giam giam kena hit by a motorbike<br />wat kind of day is tis??<br />this kind of car phobia feeling is back<br />like laz time i hit the indian's car<br />thn 4 months later car kena korek<br />kena saman<br />get drawn on my window screen wif liquid paper<br />it makes me scared<br />it takes time to make me realise<br />thn finally i realise.....<br />i m scared of my dad<br />he will be furious about this<br />n scold me wif his angry lion face<br />which is my phobia since i wan a little kid<br />my b my car numer plate is blacklisted already<br />so.....learn a lesson d<br />we never grow without a lesson learnt......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1731630118452587441?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-50672540993133042592010-04-18T21:38:00.002+08:002010-04-18T22:31:35.945+08:00thousand years din blog d<br />today view my blog<br />y there is spam or virus gv comment...zzz...<br /><br />a lot of things cross my mind<br />wanna share here<br />so i juz write watever cross my mind<br />juz now saw ah chris blog<br />his blog implies about evryone working life<br />seems like evry1 working<br />face the same problem<br />evryday wait for friday nia<br />then saturday then sunday<br />macam no point ane the life<br />so wanna enjoy a bit<br />ervy friday mesti go movie n hang out<br />ervy time be the first to leave<br />ervy1 like very hardworking n concentrate on work<br />except me....<br />so plan to concentrate on my work<br />mana tahu... saw ah chris blog<br />feel like wat i did is the correct thing<br />so....be it....<br />i m gonna enjoy my life<br />the end of world is coming<br />if don enjoy u r gonna die with ur money in bank<br /><br />then update a bit bout my work<br />my supervisor live nex block nia<br />dats y he hire me<br />i very wunai pun<br />the gal b4 me prettier thn me<br />a bit beh song liao<br />colleague mostly guys<br />ervyday c them, mix the, listen to them, eat wif them<br />no common topic<br />hence i keep quiet<br />till they ask am i very quiet laz time??<br />i said no<br />i explain now working nid to behave....<br />so ervyday c the same person for almost 10 hrs<br />the air con is cold like in north pole<br />once sit on my chair faster put on my smock<br />orelse i'll transform in to ice in 5 seconds<br />oh ya...another thing<br />technician there handsome pun<br />hahahhaha.....<br /><br />ervy wednesday nid to rush like hell<br />cuz i still have my tuition on hand<br />feel a little bit to gv up<br />but ervytime i see them<br />my heart melt<br />it will be terrible if i gv up on them<br />so bcuz of this english tuition<br />nid to do a lot of preparation n photostat<br />it all takes time<br />n lessen my time to enjoy<br />but...in a good way to see it....<br />i learn a lot of english<br />i mean A LOT.....<br />n the most important thing...<br />less time to waste money but earn money.....<br /><br />to get a job is a blessing from my honourable 'guan yim ma'<br />he will always love n support n help me a lot<br />but there r still a lot of things i need to struggle<br />he teach me how to grip<br />n now i m learning it<br />i need to learn to the highest level<br />TO JUGGLE<br /><br />although i do hv a job now<br />deep down inside my heart<br />there is still a missing hole<br />i know i still miss that feeling<br />something i want so badly<br />n i know the day will hardly come<br />but i still live with faith n hope<br />if it does come<br />GOD will be treating me too good<br /><br />there is still a lot of things i wanna write<br />but a lot of distraction evrytime i on9<br />plus....i nid to prepare my english tuition d<br />nid to check a lot of definition n translation<br />tml monday again.....<br />same target<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WAIT FOR FRIDAY.....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-5067254099313304259?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-44945038179543877972010-03-17T23:26:00.003+08:002010-03-17T23:43:20.231+08:00告诉自己不要再逃避<br />有些我成功做到了<br />很有成就感<br />有些不管我再怎么面对<br />都好痛苦<br />猜疑已变事实<br />很想很想<br />但<br />不肯不肯<br />可怕的事实<br />早已预料到<br />但<br />还是希望<br />我等<br />因为<br />等待也是一种幸福。。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-4494503817954387797?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-66416296154717900072010-02-25T11:52:00.002+08:002010-02-25T12:09:41.475+08:00wat i can do now<br />is hide<br />shut my phone off<br />dare not on9<br />dare not face anything<br />feel like flying away to iraq<br />at least nobody knows me<br />i quit my job<br />without any notice<br />i know it is selfish<br />but i need to gv myself priority<br />i every time will try to think for others<br />but tis is a total different case<br />i cant take it even one more day<br />when there is problem<br />i tried to be tough<br />n ask ppl how m i suppose to solve<br />they r all very good ppl<br />teach me a lot<br />its just too much for me to take<br />nothing wrong wif them<br />they r a very big happy family<br />its about me myself<br />its personal myself n i<br />wen i go in toilet i wil feel like crying<br />i have been living a very simple easy life<br />factory life is like 4 times my previous life<br />finally here i m hiding from the people<br />juz leave like tis sucks<br />but i cant take even a straw on my back<br />i want my life back<br />OT for meeting after work<br />rushing up n down to solve problems<br />i know u will say i m so unmatured<br />every work has its pressure n tension<br />so big d still cant take tis kind of pressure<br />wat have i learn for 23 yrs??<br />memang chiak liao bee<br />yeah u r right<br />but...<br />tis is me<br />i wan simple life!!!!<br />all i need now is some support<br />n i love my mom<br />she sayang me a lot<br />ask me to stop if i cant tk it<br />thanks mom...<br />....<br />..<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6641629615471790007?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-69868405668919407452010-01-31T21:49:00.002+08:002010-01-31T22:19:26.228+08:00i m a<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> chinese</span><br />but i seldom use <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">chopsticks</span><br />i love <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">chocolate</span><br />i love <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">chicken</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">chop</span><br />i love<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> cheese</span><br />i love <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">chips</span><br />i m <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">cheerful</span><br />but i only <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">chat</span> with ppl<br />who have same <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">channel</span> as me<br />i m <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">childish</span><br />but not<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> charming</span><br />i hope for <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">chances</span><br />i hope for <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">challenges</span><br />to make <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">changes</span><br />i dislike <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">changes</span><br />but i have to<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">choices</span> are everywhere<br />i hate to <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">choose</span><br />but decision have to be made.....<br /><br /><br />p/s: my surname is <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">cheah</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6986840566891940745?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-77181866867449241402010-01-20T22:00:00.002+08:002010-01-20T22:15:15.867+08:00Things had been complicated recently<br />feel like hiding<br />no more blog<br />no more msn<br />trying to fade away slowly<br />so dat ppl wont ask me the same question<br />sitting at home everyday<br />waiting for phone calls for interview<br />is very damn meaningless<br />y do every job nid an interview?<br />u cant judge a person<br />by juz meeting him for 15 minutes<br />talking about how great r u<br />how committed r u<br />promises r made juz to please the interviewer<br />everyone in my family is having a tense time too<br />i know they do care for me<br />i know they wan the best for me<br />i know they love me<br />n i love them too<br />bt when they start to ask about my job hunting stuffs<br />my mood will turn bad immediately<br />it is bad to behave like this<br />bt this is really tension n pressure<br />eating n wasting rice<br />i feel like i m disappointing them<br />dats y i keep on running away from this topic<br />don u dare to even start the topic<br />i will get mad<br />sooner they realise it n seldom ask me about it<br />bt still i know they care<br />bt still my mood will turn black<br />if u step my tail about job hunting....<br />i still believe everything happens for a reason<br />so pray n play hard since i have time now....<br />good luck to me......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-7718186686744924140?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-38988775578583303022010-01-08T23:07:00.002+08:002010-01-08T23:12:25.256+08:00don shit me out<br />disappointment<br />anger<br />fuss<br />mad<br />greed<br />everything devil is out for the first time<br />i m totally sure wat i m angry of<br />ME myself<br />ppl say<br />no matter wat happen<br />u can either choose to LAUGH or CRY<br />i choose to laugh<br />but<br />stil mad...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-3898877557858330302?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-10883626234184447942010-01-08T11:33:00.002+08:002010-01-08T11:52:22.688+08:00Jobless for almost a week already<br />before dat school holiday<br />went back to school sometime juz to help<br />not really work also<br />so all add up is already 2 months doing nothing<br />my mushroom is getting bigger n bigger<br />how long is this gonna b?<br />cny is around the corner<br />for the 1st time i hate new year song<br />its like the voices of devil<br />it sound like "so now where r u working?"<br />its kinda of pressure for me<br />wanna do part time job as promoter but mom resist<br />y izzit so hard to get a job<br />y izzit a degree holder cant be a promoter<br />wats so wrong wif the job<br />plus its juz a part time<br />i know they wan the best for me<br />n this really give me a lot of pressure<br />my capability is not as good as u think<br />i m not as great as u think<br />but in order not to let them down<br />i try my f@#$%^&amp; best<br />may b its juz not my THING<br />may b i was born to be normal<br />may b i was born to take up easy job<br />but still i wanna experiment new thing<br />but still i m curious<br />but still i like challenges<br /><br />WAR is happening inside me<br />it is burning inside n instead of exploding<br />it burnt my brain until now...<br />i m insane<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1088362623418444794?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-59504339311549551522009-12-25T21:33:00.002+08:002009-12-25T22:40:03.827+08:00就这样2009 年就要结束了<br />回头看看确实过得很充实<br /><br />年头进入大学最后学期<br />忙论文，忙考试，怕毕不了业<br />每晚都在排档房里忙写论文<br />累了就讲是非，就煮面<br />拍mv留念，笑到翻地<br />第一次呈现 final year project<br />紧张到肚子痛<br />最后也都成功结束了<br />梦美已久的毕业典礼<br />终于都到了<br />拼三年却八秒在台上<br />穿毕业服炫耀是以前的梦想<br />穿着它走来走去确实很过瘾<br />拍了一大堆照<br />拍拍了，就拍拍屁股<br />各走各的了。。。<br /><br />不过我们SHE<br />临时临刻就去pangkor岛去云顶<br />大家都很配合很珍惜<br />现在各忙各的<br />要约也要配合三个人的时间<br />唉。。。<br /><br />半年也就过去了<br />还蛮快的嘛<br />六月开始了第一份工<br />在一间规模小的学校教书<br />当老师确实让我领悟很多<br />最重要的当然是。。<br />原来我是漂亮的<br />哈哈哈哈！！谢谢。。。<br />虽然没学到跟学业有关的东西<br />但，学了很多让我成长的道理<br />as i can say is self improvement<br />学到的东西看起来很普遍<br />但要自己去领悟<br />真的就是要自己去犯错<br /><br />就这样一整年<br />真的是一眨眼就要结束了<br /><br />今年自己的改变也不少<br />变执著了<br />不想要的东西就是不想要<br />比较有自信了<br />比较自由了（因为有车，哈）<br />比较现实了（虽然一路以来都很现实，哈）<br />刚刚才发现<br />开始用华语写部落格叻！！<br />以前总是用英文的<br />都是那独中害的。。。<br />今年看到的学到的领悟到的<br />很多，很多。。。<br /><br />未来我还想学更多更多<br />想知道的还很多<br />好奇心很强<br />要勇敢去闯<br /><br />对于2010年<br />有很大的期望<br />希望找到一份可以<br />让我学到很多很多的工作<br />希望大家都出入平安<br />希望大家每天都开开心心的<br />我唯能做的是祈祷和期望<br />大家一起加油吧<br />人生是充满希望的！！！<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">HOPE MAKES THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE</span></span></span><br /><br /><br />ps: Merry Christmas to all of u ya.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-5950433931154955152?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-66762165770559856312009-12-13T12:13:00.002+08:002009-12-13T12:44:45.500+08:00每次人家看到我妈和我<br />就会说：<br />“哇！！好像姐妹叻。。”<br /><br />这是娘的天堂<br />我的地狱<br /><br />妈看起来年轻 ok 咯<br />我看起来这么老吗<br />真是够力<br /><br />每次人家这么一说<br />我的反应就是笑笑<br />心想又再来了<br />然后离开<br />娘的反应就是<br />笑到见牙不见眼<br />然后一直问：<br />“是吗？是吗？？”<br />是啦是啦。。。<br />拼命要人家重复<br />超无奈的<br /><br />新年听说要到了<br />Qbay, gurney 都有大减价<br />妈一直怕我乱花钱<br />叫我快去买那些有折扣的<br />还一直吩咐我：<br />“不要再买 shirt 了哈<br />你的 shirt 已经很多了”<br />我心想 “会比你的多吗？”<br />全家的三个衣橱<br />开起来都像土崩一样全倒下来<br />70%都是她的（我的衣柜只是其中两格）<br /><br />我之前已去了<br />最近找不到工所以就没心情买<br /><br />过后轮到他去了<br />去看看有折扣的货<br />结果都是烂货<br />到最后她自己买了两百多块的包包<br />不只是这样<br />自己还买了五件新衣<br />都不是便宜货的<br /><br />walao eh...<br />三番四次叫我买折扣的<br />自己就宠坏自己<br />买这么贵的新衣<br /><br />额娘啊！！<br />怎么可以这样自私<br />钱也是我自己赚的啊<br />不要再叫我省省了<br />最近衣服缩小了（是肥去了）<br />最近想还一还路线<br />最近大减价（拼命为自己找借口）<br />我爱怎么花就怎么花嘛<br />拜托啦。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6676216577055985631?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-10394047471861314372009-12-09T21:23:00.002+08:002009-12-09T21:26:42.536+08:00要怪只能怪自己笨<br /><br />金钱换快乐<br />金钱换满足感<br /><br />好好利用我吧<br /><br />这是最后一次了。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1039404747186131437?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-91415525683555061032009-11-30T13:50:00.003+08:002009-11-30T13:56:06.565+08:00after these long time<br />i thought i have forgotten<br />but it seems not<br />looking these pictures<br />really makes me remind<br />i still....<br />i cant.....<br />i juz.....<br />with these music in my ears<br />hate holiday for the first time<br />shit...i still....<br />helpless<br />if n only if...<br />....<br />..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-9141552568355506103?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-140276005257800502009-11-25T22:15:00.006+08:002009-11-25T22:55:57.239+08:00二十二岁在昨天刚过去<br />今年的生日比二十一岁生日更感动<br />本想今天快post上来的<br />但，答应了一堆年轻人<br />出去了一整天<br /><br />其实只是想纯粹清孩子们吃顿饭<br />当作最后的聚会<br />顺便过生日<br />怎么知道。。<br />他们好认真<br />买了蛋糕<br />买了非常贵重的礼物<br />我的天啊!!!<br />这些钱你们要何时才能赚回来？？<br /><br />那时也太兴奋<br />火锅也吃不到很多<br />一直在那里讲废话，闲聊<br />只有rw拼命的吃<br />其实有点后悔叫她来<br />丢她一个人<br />去应酬孩子们<br />更糟的是。。。<br />孩子们竟然以为<br />她是我的表妹（15岁的表妹）<br />天啊。。我看起来有这么老吗<br />真是的。。。<br /><br />生日蛋糕来了<br />唱了，许愿了，吹了，咬蜡烛了，吃了<br />就回家了（迫不及待要回家拆礼物了嘛）<br />拆礼物时心跳好快<br /><br />看到这些礼物<br />心里有一丝丝地感动和心痛<br />从来都不会买礼物送人的我<br />竟然收到了这么多的礼物<br />想想以后自己是否应该对人好一点<br />以前以为生日就请你吃一餐就好了嘛<br />原来礼物的含义和神秘感才是重点<br />心痛的确是<br />我对你们都没那么好<br />你们可以别对我这么好吗<br />有点不值得，替你们心痛。。<br />辛苦赚来的钱留给自己吧。。<br /><br />来看一看礼物。。<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sw08nK6aOpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UnvKTqfKpBs/s1600/Image1050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sw08nK6aOpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UnvKTqfKpBs/s320/Image1050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408045371183741586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />第一份礼物是<br />远方寄来的生日卡<br />我的室友<br />过海的卡片有点皱<br />更显示了它的意义<br />从来都不送卡片的我<br />唉！！我真失败。。<br />但也好幸福哦。。哈哈<br /><br />接下来包包是鬼班送的<br />他们应该认为<br />我带去的包包有点像去旅行<br />常常都说我去学校好像去一日游一样<br /><br />包包旁有个像我的松鼠<br />是buddy rw 送的<br />她每一年都送松鼠<br />因为说我很像（-.-lll)<br /><br />左右两边一边的锁匙圈和钱包<br />是两位美女送的<br /><br />最接受不来的<br />就是那个speaker (wireless)的<br />好神奇哦<br />从来都不知道有这样的一个speaker<br />本来以为他怎么那么无奈<br />带个speaker 来吃火锅<br />还解释一大堆给我听<br />当他说送给我的时候<br />好想好想把头躲进泥土里面<br />为什么要这么花费？？<br />不要对我这么好嘛<br />真得很内疚又感动<br />他们六人份送给我<br />一人都不知要花多少<br />之前都送我魔术方块了（那个像transformer 的）<br /><br /><br />要谢谢的人好多<br />sh n sy 陪我唱k ，谢谢！！<br />你们的礼物，谢谢！！<br />陪我吃火锅，谢谢！！<br />生日卡，谢谢！！<br />生日蛋糕，谢谢<br />妈妈送给我的一小片蛋糕，谢谢！！<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sw1Cf7OTOiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1fyjTVGfPwU/s1600/Image1055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sw1Cf7OTOiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1fyjTVGfPwU/s320/Image1055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408051843782883874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sms 的祝福，谢谢！！<br />msn 的祝福，谢谢！！（都是我逼他们的）<br />facebook的祝福，谢谢！！<br /><br />谢谢你们都这么有心，这么爱我<br />谢谢你们都对我这么好<br />明年我一定会更有心<br />好好回报你们的。。。<br />谢谢！！<br />我爱你们。。。<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />p/s: 孩子们都很单纯<br />我老派的都不会送礼物了啦<br />就是请吃什么的<br />看见礼物真的回想起中学那单纯的时刻。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-14027600525780050?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-75838412253000386612009-11-20T20:16:00.003+08:002009-11-21T10:11:30.317+08:00今天总算最后一天了<br />以为会因为摆脱而开心<br />没想到还是会依依不舍<br />校长今天也是最后一天<br />她在礼堂说了很多道理<br />老师的错，学生的错，自己的错<br />虽然骂的人有包括我<br />但觉得骂得很应该，很活该<br />说了老师应有的坚持<br />老师应有的态度<br />她越说越感动<br />让我觉得最感动的是<br />他当了校长，当了母亲<br />两样都做不好<br />最后只好放弃了学校<br />为学校付出<br />忽略了孩子<br />但却得不到大家的肯定<br />还在背后责骂他<br />付出了这么多<br />却得不到回报<br />给我我也一样受不了<br /><br />在这里虽然并没学到什么物理<br />可是，我却在孩子们的身上学到了很多<br />他们就像我的影子<br />从他们身上看到我自己<br />他们犯错，我劝告他们<br />仿佛在劝回我自己<br />说服我自己<br />他们的单纯，他们的天真<br />让我毫无防备的融入他们的一部分<br />虽然不会沟通<br />但我一直都在学<br />是他们给我勇气<br />是他们的主动打动了我<br /><br />最后一天的我<br />有学生送我魔术方块<br />虽然只是个方块<br />但，它的意义重大<br />因为我在乎，因为我重视<br />有学生感性得哭了<br />我还好只是眼红而已<br />会感动也是因为在乎<br /><br />想要离职的原因<br />是想要尝试新的工作环境<br />因为好奇心<br />其实另有其因<br />和校长说的一样<br />是因为学生。。<br />但并不是他们的错<br />是我们，老师们<br />带领得不够好<br />在这间学校的老师们<br />都非常的善良<br />处处为的都是学生<br />意见的不合而吵架<br />也是为了学生们<br />处处为学生们的老师有何错呢<br /><br />错是在于自己<br />我无法带领<br />我无法控制<br />连我自己都无法管理得好<br />那还有资格去教育我的孩子们呢<br /><br />我是很爱他们<br />但是爱到宠了<br />终有一天<br />他们一定会怪我<br />为什么当初<br />并没有骂他们<br /><br />但我并不担心<br />在那里还有很多<br />很棒很棒的老师们带领<br />只是得看看孩子们<br />肯不肯给他们个机会<br />也给自己一个机会<br /><br />短短的五个月<br />突破了好多好多<br />开始驾车，撞车<br />开始穿裙子<br />开始新的形象<br />开始沟通<br />但，又要结束了<br /><br />你看，又来了<br />每当一切开始顺利的时候<br />就是要离别的时候<br />同事们都对我很好<br />虽然有点内疚<br />因为总是帮不上忙<br />让他们都很无奈<br />孩子们更不用说<br />与他们的关系<br />是无法用形容词来形容的<br /><br />老师这一份工作<br />是我目前<br />感到最满足<br />最有感觉的工作<br /><br />对于孩子们<br />不要辜负我对你们的期望<br />你们要好好的加油<br />好好的享受学习时光吧！！<br /><br /><br />我会永远支持你们。。。<br />All the best...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-7583841225300038661?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-67206070547497610672009-11-07T21:04:00.002+08:002009-11-07T21:07:22.205+08:00事到如今<br />还是只有一件事<br />可让我<br />兴奋，开心的笑<br /><br />期待。。<br />我期待。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6720607054749761067?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-19238981612725857872009-11-01T10:23:00.002+08:002009-11-01T11:00:51.387+08:00昨天校务会议<br />校长说了些关于我的事<br />其实并没什么大件事<br />但不知为什么<br />自己一直生气<br />心情不好<br />回到家了<br />慢慢才了解<br />是在生气我自己<br />错得很多<br /><br />做事不认真<br />不喜欢责任<br />心里一直喜欢玩<br />对身边的事漠不关心<br />什么都不在乎<br />活在自己的世界上<br /><br />或许我妈是女强人<br />什么都懂<br />总觉得有问题她一定会帮我解决<br />不只是这样<br />她的事我看多了<br />就是因为她太厉害<br />什么事都要他去解决<br />其他人总爱利用她<br /><br />所以我并不想像他一样<br />有时又喜欢装傻<br />有时故意不像知道那么多<br />故意做得不认真<br />工作就不会增加了<br />常常爱说我不知道<br /><br />但昨天的事<br />好像闹钟一样<br />我醒了。。<br /><br />原来得不到大家的肯定<br />是那么的伤人<br />他们观察力都好强<br />难怪什么事都不让我做<br />本来应该很开心的<br />因为什么事都不用做<br /><br />原来我要的就是满足感<br />没有辛苦，没有付出<br />就没有收获，就没有满足感<br />这么简单的道理<br />到今世今天<br />才真正的了解<br />未免也太迟了吧<br /><br />好想从此就开始认真<br />开始负点责任<br />开始关心<br />开始在乎<br />可是。。<br />刚刚又被妈叫去扫地洗厕所时<br />那种心又来了<br />还是迟点醒好<br />躲起来就不用那么辛苦<br /><br />其实我知道该怎么做<br />我会分对错<br />只是并不想做<br />人马座就是这样<br />人的头脑<br />是是非分明的<br />马的身体呢<br />一直都很任性<br /><br />给我点时间<br />本性难移嘛<br />就从<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">认真</span>开始吧。。<br />。。<br />。<br />。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1923898161272585787?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-38671298974488359992009-10-27T15:46:00.003+08:002009-10-27T16:05:24.939+08:00my eyes were watery<br />the more they try to say<br />the more emotional i was<br />they cheated in the exam<br />copied the tips i gave on paper<br />brought it inside and copy<br />i cant accept this kind of cheating<br />u can look ur friend's answer<br />while i dint notice<br />but its juz too much to bring the whole paper inside<br />tried to lecture them<br />but i cant say much<br />as words stuck inside my mouth<br />when start to speak<br />feeling my tears will drop<br />manage to hold it<br />they hand me tissue<br />really stupid of course i wont cry in front of them<br />not juz their fault<br />is bcuz i m too cincai in ervything<br />dint realise they cheat in exam<br />its unfair to those who r hardworking<br />they turn me into this<br />i learn to more tough<br />no more 'whatever'<br />no more 'i dunno'<br />the gap between between us should be increase<br />no more friendly joke<br />some do come n apologize<br />but the 2 of them<br />who did most serious cheating dint<br />so i m sorry to say that<br /><br />i will c u as student<br />no more friend<br />n 1 more thing..<br /><br />我卑视你！！<br />。<br />。<br />。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-3867129897448835999?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-63282841995303990022009-10-17T23:23:00.002+08:002009-10-17T23:33:07.244+08:00sleeping is a routine<br />since i become teacher<br />afternoon nap is a must<br />coming back from school<br />sleep around 4 something<br />till 7 something<br />then slowly 8 something<br />9, 10 or latest 11pm<br />its getting serious<br />day by day<br />my mom everyday will call me up for dinner<br />n my face will be very black<br />saying i dont want to hv dinner<br />but in the end she will da pao for me<br />n finally she gv up<br />not to wake me up d<br />eating n sleeping time<br />start to change a lot too<br />wake so damn early<br />i eat twice in the morning<br />n eat late at nite<br />like today is holiday<br />i wake at 8 something<br />which is a world record for me d<br />then just now afternoon nap<br />till 11 only wake up<br />this time i even wake up<br />n sat at my bed for 30 second<br />to figure out wat day is today<br />wat time izzit?<br />izzit morning or night?<br />hv i taken my dinner?<br />dunno y it take so long to figure out<br />its crazy......<br />wake up early in morning is good thing<br />but wake up late is a very very bad thing<br />n i hv to sleep very very very late at nite<br />n hv to wake very very very very early the next morning.....<br />.....<br />...<br />..<br />.<br />.<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6328284199530399002?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-9400146186225377392009-10-06T22:00:00.002+08:002009-10-06T23:08:32.774+08:00Dealing with more than 3 people<br />give me nightmares<br />gossip, communicate, socialise<br />is still a barrier for me<br />trying to adapt for a long time<br />n its keep on improving d<br />but still feel kinda of weird<br />to replace socialise with gossiping<br />eventually i m becoming like sh<br />a lot of mixed feeling is coming back<br />jealousy, prestige, intimacy....<br />the only 2 things that cool me down are<br />music and dreams<br />hope makes dream bigger<br />i want something more<br />i want changes<br />i want chances<br />i want to be ME!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-940014618622537739?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-60870700142328228752009-09-22T20:45:00.007+08:002009-09-22T21:43:27.910+08:00Recently very wu eng<br />cuz raya holiday 1 week<br />everyday sleep a lot till headache<br />teaching eh life si song la got holiday<br />but wat is da point of getting holiday<br />but cant enjoy with frens<br />i school holiday they busy working pula<br />haizzz...<br />since so so so free...<br />i ma post some photo taken from de santia<br />although not very satisfy with the result<br />but still okok la...<br /><br /><br /><br />first picture...<br />of course my photo la<br />feel a bit weird wif this photo cuz without spec<br />i wan wear eh the photographer titi resist<br />wan can i do?? ma follow lo<br />if u look carefully u still can c<br />part of my spec is behind me on the table....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjIYjkzfrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rzivhkRiixs/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjIYjkzfrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rzivhkRiixs/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384273678713454258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ok..next picture<br />wait let me choose...<br />this 1 la...<br />my favourite<br />cuz i m back!!!<br />wif my spec.. yeah!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjJusnjsUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xkg8KJHQTxg/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjJusnjsUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xkg8KJHQTxg/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384275158609670466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />next.....<br />good!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjM0WPyyoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bDVyobJHz2Q/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjM0WPyyoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bDVyobJHz2Q/s320/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384278554218515074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />next...<br />this photo we enlarge hang it up<br />in the living room<br />i don really wan to choose this photo for living room<br />cuz mom is sitting the main chair<br />which means mom is making all the decision<br />which very true...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjPkE93LiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/L-xrIPgrAHI/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjPkE93LiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/L-xrIPgrAHI/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384281573236878882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />finally....<br />me n entao...<br />like this picture a lot oso....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjSrRGtVmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JzgIx5KLajY/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SrjSrRGtVmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JzgIx5KLajY/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384284995289175650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hor la....<br />upload picture here very ban...<br />so upload a few enough la....<br />still waiting to get our studio photo taking eh picture....<br />dunno wan wait how long...<br />titi cancel eh....<br />no convo mood d la..wait so long....<br />kidding la..haha..<br />juz bcuz miss the old days too much d...<br /><br />haizzz.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6087070014232822875?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-80856598965104458682009-09-20T18:27:00.002+08:002009-09-20T18:39:48.103+08:00好想快解脱。。 <br /><br />为什么有人就是<br />那么难明白？<br /><br />这种烂东西，臭东西<br /><br />你知道什么是互相尊敬的吗？<br />你以为你是万能啊？<br />经验多就要人家听你的，服从你<br />你想的美啦。。<br />只是给你面子而已啦拜托！！<br /><br />你还是滚吧！！<br />你不滚我滚。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-8085659896510445868?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-4752765614098421432009-09-15T23:00:00.002+08:002009-09-15T23:10:50.231+08:00这样是不是很不好<br />你不动，我去摇<br />你动了，我就走人<br />没有利用价值了<br />知道你还在乎了<br />被我玩了<br />甘愿了<br />就很有成就感<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-475276561409842143?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-34849488590131287532009-09-13T17:53:00.002+08:002009-09-13T18:04:54.586+08:00again...<br />hungry....<br />after giving tuition<br />wan go mc d buy fries makan<br />mana tau wen wan turn inside<br />dunno suddenly.. 'pong'!!!<br />all kind of bad word flash through my mind<br />not again gua...<br />this time is a motorist pula<br />he show dat 'sai la u' eh sign to me<br />thn i know da same thing is gonna happen again<br />he follow my back thn i cum down<br />lema eh...<br />all this so familiar<br />i went down my car lo<br />he said i turn in turn bo hor si<br />thn my fault lo<br />dunno how to explain la<br />thn say his hand 'cheng liao'<br />lema eh..<br />kana sai la<br />i see nothing oso<br />but he look sad n frustrated<br />thn whole scene i keep quiet<br />very kia but nt like laz time la<br />this 1 chinese ppl ma<br />thn after keng keng say gv him money<br />chai chai eh... gv lo<br />rm50 fly away..<br />wat a shit ass<br />this month already wasted a lot of money<br />on many different purpose d<br />haizzzz.... bad september<br />juz 4get to pray pray 'guan yin ma' nia<br />dejavu again...<br /><br />the conclusion is...<br /><br />mc d hates me.....<br /><br />-.-lll<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-3484948859013128753?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-9763979822986025592009-08-27T20:48:00.002+08:002009-08-27T21:27:35.168+08:00假期了，终于有时间整理一下情绪<br />之前忙着毕业典礼和准备考卷<br />邻居都说我瘦了<br />（自己是蛮高兴的，但妈就开始念我了）<br />短短的一个星期<br />头发剪短了，为了做些新开始的代表<br />（毕业是人生的开始嘛）<br />想了很多，整理了很多<br />觉得是时候认真想想未来的路<br />这次的认真，不是像平时说说的假认真<br />突然觉得好像浪费很多时间了<br />突然好想赚很多钱<br />突然好想继续master<br />总觉得degree好像不够似的<br />今天去了数学教学课程<br />总觉得大家都好厉害<br />都读了好多，知道好多<br />去了好多不同的地方工作<br />真的好佩服<br />自己就好像不能加入 （井底之蛙）<br />唉！！<br />所以就想继续读master了<br /><br />才发现。。竟然不知道要读些什么<br />怎么会失败到这样<br />想了想。。物理。。不行。。<br />数学。。太难<br />教育。。有点奇怪。。<br />到最后觉得MBA好像挺不错的<br />有个朋友又一直向我介绍<br />可是还是有点茫然的<br />弄得我整晚都不能睡<br />至从开始教书，就一直睡不好<br />以前总是睡到几点都不知道的<br />因为不去上课，不吃午餐，不读书<br />都是我一个人的事<br />现在，没有备课，没有准备，一时教错了<br />学生要 pay for it<br />觉得责任感越来越多<br />想要赚很多钱也是为了家里的负担<br />那天跟家人拍毕业照时<br />突然发现平时无忧无虑的老爸<br />多了银白色的头发..<br /><br />是时候换我了吧<br />it's my time...<br />才明白为什么妈每次都睡不好<br />因为压力和责任感<br />这种感觉真讨厌<br />好想回到从前<br />我行我素<br />自由自在<br />爱笑就笑<br />爱骂就骂<br />爱喊就喊<br />爱吃就吃<br />爱睡就睡<br /><br />我 。。<br />渐渐不见了。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-976397982298602559?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-5642013745691540972009-08-01T20:49:00.002+08:002009-08-01T21:34:14.058+08:00Real moody recently as its all mixed up<br />a lot of thing to update<br />first...work of course....<br />its getting better n better<br />juz dat sometime its out of control<br />they're busy with their stuff<br />let me talk alone in front of the class like a dummy<br />i m too kind with them already<br />actually is because i don even care about those rules breaking<br />they eat, i eat with them<br />some bring sushi n cakes n treat me i ma eat lo<br />nasi lemak oso got la<br />then they know i wan eat d<br />they will shut off all da windows n doors for me<br />they speak hokien with me<br />call my name, saying hi n bye wif me like frens<br />sometimes pull my hair<br />sometimes go out with them no matter lunch or dinner<br />breakfast oso got lerr, dim sum dat day<br />dat day bonodori oso went with them<br />like yesterday went lunch at gurney with them<br />birthday ma ask me treat lo<br />at school they keep on saying i like some particular teacher<br />ma play with them lo till i shout very loud<br />get scold by a teacher<br />although he juz scolded the student but nt me<br />but actually i know he is scolding me bcuz i shout real loud<br />before dat watever i do i juz nid to responsible for myself<br />but now watever i do erveryone is looking at me<br />my mistake will cause them to pay for it<br />sometime lazy to prepare teaching lesson<br />go in class then only start thinking<br />will make the whole calss a mess<br />then they need to redo the maths dat i did wrongly<br /><br />their exam is around the corner<br />prepare the test paper till i dunno how to prepare<br />my mood and feeling keep on changing<br />too easy will me look stupid<br />too hard will me them look stupid<br />so finally set moderate lo<br />some more titi give tips n repetition<br />but i am glad they still remember<br />may be its bcuz of this chapter is much more easier n fun<br />about those probability thing...<br />busy making note for them<br />till wan pengsan d<br />cant believe my life is all about them<br />stick around them, talk about them<br />think about them, talk with them<br />dream about them, laugh about them....<br /><br />the nex thing welcome back my laptop<br />let my bro take it to his hostel<br />then ko ai say my laptop lag<br />sai la.. i use so long din feel it's slow also<br />kesi kesi wan buy a new one<br /><br />then its about the graduation thing<br />my roomate is coming this coming saturday<br />clean up my room n table d<br />cuz.... walao!! !! my room juz like hell!!!!!!!!<br />the day i am waiting for so long is coming<br />waiting for the day to come n hao lian with da jubah<br />hahaahaa...laz time juz look at the paper bag<br />will make envy n crazy<br />say why those ppl like walking here n there with dat paper bag<br />but now.. its my time...yesssssssss!!!!!!!<br />my mom is even more excited than me<br />say wan go take wat whole package eh picture<br />got 3 set eh dresses la hamik la<br />rm 700 lehh my dad char mm tor wan pengsan d<br />haaa.. but may b wont take dat package la so damn expensive..<br />my student would like to come to my convo too<br />so... watever... may b they say say nia<br />do this kind fo thing leh<br />they very excited la<br />ask them study lehhh<br />"lao shi ar..beh hiao la"<br /><br />oh yaa.. they recently liu xing play the rubik cube<br />haaaa i already know how to play d<br />ma hao lian a bit lo.. thanks to rw..haaa<br />until like da whole school oso know<br />the other student i dint teach eh<br />ask me"teacher ar u know how to play da cube eh hor, i heard u very fast lorr"<br />i was thinking how can he know<br />the school eh gossip ar spread real fast<br />watever u did， tml they will know d<br /><br />one laz thing...<br />i miss studying a lot<br />looking at them playing around<br />bullying a particular student<br />hiding his shoe, hitting him with plastic bottle<br />then whole class laugh<br />may be they already form 6 d<br />they have been together for 6 years<br />n they gonna grad n seperate<br />everyone has their own way of life<br />juz like us...grad d evryone is busying with their own life<br />we have to move on right?<br />really miss the old days<br />the stdent who get bullied evrytime<br />ask me to take action with the bullies<br />but i keep silent.. haa.. let them play la<br />u guys don have much time...<br />enjoy it my dear friend<br />but don worry la he is oso siao siao eh<br />orelse they wont wan to play him oso...<br /><br />so now my mood is all mixed up<br />happy, sad, excited, anticipate, pressure...<br />crazy...<br />精神分裂。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-564201374569154097?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-63425913403529961462009-07-16T00:12:00.002+08:002009-07-16T00:52:54.779+08:00week after week teaching<br />this is the 5th week<br />the biggest challenge i face<br />is to communicate and socialise<br />no matter with colleague or student<br />i feel difficult to talk with them<br />a student told me "teacher ar, i hate maths"<br />i was shock n hurt<br />i've been thinking whole day how am i suppose<br />to change their mindset<br />then the next day trying to<br />guide them and communicate with them<br />but it doesn't go as smooth as i plan<br />because...<br />i get nervous!!!<br />i cant talk much in front of a table of student<br />i cant express much<br />cant't believe i will plan like a speech<br />juz to brainwash them<br />i can talk a lot<br />only when it left both of us<br />but of course the person must<br />at least has same channel<br />i can talk much including those philosophy of life<br />i have the whole bunch of theory to win<br />but in front of them<br />i am clumsy and often made mistake<br />slowly they have treat me as a friend<br />and slowly i am<br />a friend who knows their mistake<br />but cant find a way to guide them to the right path<br />i've cross the border line<br />its hard to take it back<br />the age difference between us is juz 5 to 6 yrs<br />i am trying not to just teach<br />but to educate<br />but without good communication skills<br />how am i be able to influence and convince them??<br />how am i suppose<br />to be a GOOD teacher??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6342591340352996146?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-28437785844605327342009-07-05T00:10:00.001+08:002009-07-05T00:14:24.153+08:00teach alone<br />angry alone<br />mad alone<br />smile alone<br />laugh alone<br />walk alone<br />drive alone<br />think alone<br />watch alone<br />talk alone<br /><br />i am independent<br />but...<br />alone<br /><br />things get worse when<br />the feeling is back<br />that kind of undescriable feeling<br />which i dislike<br />its really hard to do this alone<br />yesterday went sakae wf sh, rw n a fren<br />long time dint laugh like tis d<br />miss them a lot<br />why do all these things have to end<br />now watever i do<br />i do it alone<br />eat alone at canteen<br />think something funny and laugh softly alone<br />drive to new world park for teacher's day dinner<br />n back from there alone<br />its a big success for me<br />although it sound nothing to u all<br />and finally i talk alone<br />good.. i am psyco now...<br />i can talk alone<br />then bcum very very moody evryday<br />very pek chek very pek chek<br />a little bit of thing make me beh song<br />i wan scold ppl d<br />this is bad<br />have to change..<br />give me strength my dear lord..<br />its geting better now compared wif last week<br />but still i feel empty<br />wat i heard is only air no sound<br />yup tis is new me...<br />call my chinese name 可秀(ke xiu)<br />Miss Lonely...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2843778584460532734?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-21776519075304920222009-06-28T23:21:00.001+08:002009-06-28T23:24:29.401+08:00现在的孩子。。。<br /><br />我。。。<br />还。。<br />能。。<br />撑。。<br />多。。<br />久？？？？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2177651907530492022?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-24797703194908916312009-06-17T20:30:00.002+08:002009-06-17T21:57:35.758+08:003 days working nia tiok happen lots of thing<br />1st day work nia fell down<br />leg bruises d<br />then 1st day work get student bully<br />ask a lot of thing jin kaypo<br />lesser rules in their school<br />discipline oso not dat good<br />2nd day nia tiok start scold student d<br />then today is da worst day<br />whole day bo eat anything<br />canteen eh food kanasai<br />so ma finish school ki mc d lo<br />then mana chai da drive thru bo function<br />jin sai eh thn make me dunno ai park wer<br />then turn lai turn ki<br />reverse liao knock ppl car<br />sui liao lo<br />2 indian guy come down<br />bin cao cao ask my phone number<br />har ka wa ai lao jiu<br />then went back home<br />phoned mom<br />go c da foreman mom knew cuz scared they cheat ma<br />da car si modified evrything eh car<br />add tis n dat eh<br />i looked at da car juz a bit kemek nia<br />tot cheap eh mana chai rm400<br />cb nia..walao eh...<br />work to pay for accident ar<br />lema eh...<br />u know wat... i evrytime say<br />if ar u knock ppl car<br />muz faster push all those fault to dat person<br />but in the end<br />i was scared like a mouse<br />bcuz i know dat's my mistake<br />dad face like justice pao<br />really feel scared to drive d<br />got phobia since last time<br />now ko happen this thing<br />i lost all my confidence<br />recently always feel dizzy<br />dunno wat happen<br />bad start....<br />then shoe broken<br />leg cramp<br />real real bad<br />hope dat evrything will become smoother<br />as i go on...<br />please pray for me wen u do so<br />praying hard.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2479770319490891631?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-3568825545272120482009-06-06T21:38:00.002+08:002009-06-06T22:38:18.708+08:00Bck from gua tempurung<br />pain here n there<br />scratches on elbow n kness<br />but its really a good experience and adventures<br />juz dat in da beginning<br />walking up those stairs can really<br />take my breath a way as i hv heart prblem ma<br />dat time really feel like giving up<br />but later on wen it start to get wet<br />yesss!! thn oni start to get hot<br />as know da way n tactic d<br /><br />tis time eh trip is a real success<br />thx to all my fellow friends<br />it really look like a mission<br />all of us co-operate very well<br />taking care of each other<br />shud say dat they taking care more on me<br />thx to da organiser especially<br /><br />but there are a lot of things dat i learnt thru this caving<br />when i climb those stairs<br />i juz keep on concentrate on my steps as i'm afraid of falling<br />i missed out all those beautiful stones n stalagmite things<br />in life<br />when u take time keep on looking at ur step<br />u missed out ervything beautiful and intersting beside u<br /><br />the nex thing<br />i realise i cant walk thru my life by myself<br />i cant be independent<br />the whole journey i keep on holding ppl<br />asking ppl for help n to wait for me<br />even wen climbing up the slopy stone<br />i nid to do it by myself<br />i don really hv da confidence<br />untill i reach the top<br />keep on searching for hands to hold me<br />slipping down oso da same<br />keep on waiting ppl to hold me<br />how da hell am i suppose to continue my life alone??<br />i really cant do tis on my own<br />even da little kid is better thn me<br />nobody is holding him<br />n he can jump here n there<br />keep on saying dat nid to be indepent<br />but now i realise i cant really be independent...<br /><br />may be next time..<br />i will try to walk alone<br />i'll bring my torch light<br />i'll be more independent<br />its not dat dangerous actually<br />its juz me dat lack of confidence<br />i'll walk slowly<br />so dat i wont miss a single thing<br />no matter in caving or life<br /><br />i do earn a lot......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-356882554527212048?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-78713391218006221742009-06-02T21:49:00.002+08:002009-06-02T22:44:53.657+08:00为什么有些东西越看越喜欢<br />一开始觉得很普通<br />就像周董的新歌<br />越听越好听<br /><br />但为什么有些东西只有一见钟情<br />过后什么感觉都没了<br /><br />为什么机会来了<br />是时候改变了<br />但还不能做出选择<br /><br />为什么有些东西真的很明显了<br />但<br />不知是不懂还是不想懂<br />真得很累的<br />知道吗<br /><br />这一身中唯一<br />一见钟情<br />到现在依然很喜欢的<br />我想只有<br />林佑威吧。。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-7871339121800622174?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-13790456166498052692009-05-28T01:05:00.002+08:002009-05-28T01:14:40.873+08:00Finally.......<br />i did it<br />a simple layout changing<br />almost killed me<br />thx to danny's help<br />click here n there<br />save this n that<br />change here n there<br />i m exhausted<br />just wanna learn new things<br />as i m a computer nerd<br />luckily i din destroy everything<br />tml still got important things to do<br />gotta sleep early abo beh cher<br />recently always wake at 12pm<br />watch tv till mom is back for dinner<br />juz now went out with a friend<br />finally....<br />i laugh<br />long long time din laugh like this d<br />since everyday stay at home<br />n nt evryone is potential at making me laugh<br />as my laughing point is real low<br />thank you my dear friend<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1379045616649805269?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-14024163560659158122009-05-24T23:24:00.002+08:002009-05-25T00:13:05.757+08:00Long time din blog d<br />finding jobs here n there<br />asking ppl here n there<br />finally got fren kai siao<br />pass the interview<br />will be temporary teacher d<br />yeah!!! is the first reaction<br />after that gai liao<br />suddenly realise money is hard to earn<br />teach maths in chinese since it is a private skul<br />need to restudy all the maths in chinese<br />some more teaching form 4, 5 n 6 lerr<br />this will really kill me<br />then i get this part time tuition oso<br />nid to prepare notes pula<br />wtf?? since wen do we need notes for maths??<br />juz buy da fcking book n i will juz teach<br />but tis da rules there<br />no books shud be bought<br />haizzzz....<br />another home tuition<br />a pity guy, bad result, lazy, bad boy, form 4<br />add maths again..<br />he is worse till x+5=10 , find x oso dunno<br />guys.... can u tell me how am i suppose to teach???<br />money is really really REALLY hard laaa to earn<br /><br />but... luckily...<br />i am always so lucky<br />to have great frens who help me out<br />kai siao me tis n dat...<br />always tend to meet good ppl 贵人<br />really hope dat i will continue to meet those good ppl, good fren<br />they give a lot of advices n do really share n care<br />thanks to everyone of them<br />i will repay u in my nex life<br />n thank you n thank you.....<br /><br />but...i might not wan to be teacher for my whole life la<br />master perhaps.. but no more physics<br />so.. watever i have now..<br />juz do it first..<br />later then say..<br />one step at a time right??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1402416356065915812?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-66846460192379938112009-05-10T23:55:00.000+08:002009-05-10T23:57:57.559+08:00最后就只剩下我一个人了<br />我失去了一切<br />没有你们的日子<br />将会寂寞<br />将会孤独<br />没有笑声的日子<br />叫我怎么过<br />为什么要写下完美的句点<br />不想要结束<br />因为好爱你们<br />可以不要放手吗<br />虽然已好久没有这种感觉了<br />但我好像离不开你们了<br />可以永远都留在我身边吗<br />可以永远都保护我吗<br />没有你们也没有他们<br />这次是真的真的<br />只剩下我一个人了<br />一定会好好把我们的回忆都收藏好<br />只希望你不要把我忘了<br />其实心里还是充满希望<br />希望我们的缘分还未尽<br />还可以继续呆在你们身边<br />可不可以告诉我<br />你也和我一样<br />想挽留。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6684646019237993811?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-46543755965782298782009-04-28T14:39:00.001+08:002009-04-28T15:31:47.709+08:00In the morning receive sms frm my rmmate<br />suddenly feel like everything is gotta end<br />remember the first day we met<br />she was cool like an ice berg with a dark face<br />but slowly until now<br />i can tell her almost everything dat happen in my everyday time<br />she did the same thing too<br />she even talk more than me<br />no longer is da ice berg anymore<br />things changes<br /><br />i am a person who is very scared of meeting ppl<br />especially new ppl<br />with da gang of my fren i can be very rude<br />and do watever i want<br />but wif new fren its very hard<br />dat's y sometimes ppl will feel<br />i very beh cham<br />i'll rather have a small gang of real frens<br />rather than a whole bunch of frens<br />but juz saying hi and bye<br /><br />why it needs ending when things start to get better<br />this 3 years of studies with this gang of physicst<br />i think i learn a lot from them<br /><br />start from my gang da SHE group i say (hahaha)<br />in da very beginning i was very worry bcuz<br />both of them are from da same class<br />not dat close to anyone of them<br />afraid dat i cnt mix n click wif them<br />sh is like dai ga cher everything muz follow her<br />rw is like 'ah? dunnoo ah..' then jump here jump there<br />wat a channel<br />but now... a 180 degrees changes<br />watever we do stick togeter<br />wen ppl see us 2 person will ask wer is another 1<br />always get crazy n laugh like mad<br />sometimes i will feel dat frens will think we r a weird group<br />n very difficult to mix wif us<br />things changes....<br /><br />with those coursemate...<br />sowly start from da 1st sem<br />with junaidah wer we always talk about her clothes<br />which only have a few sets nia<br />with faouziah we call her 'chai cha'<br />like da aunt plucking tea wif da small tudung on her head<br />thn rosy with weird outfit like marry poppin with an umbrella<br />thn beck beck muttering<br />thn ah yoon who i think is cute in da beginning but scary now<br />thn prof fun with weird jeans<br />thn ah yam wif weird hairstyle<br />thn finally sohail witht weird spoken language..<br />slowly changes our friendship then...<br />where in da beginning everyone like very dao n qun<br />then slowly.. it nid some time where we have<br /><br />study group to score in those test<br />juz by looking at pass year answer<br />holiday trip to cameron wer cool things happen between sh n ts<br />thn start to try to appreciate things already<br />went to the beach, went eating at kim gary where i fell da glass of milo peng<br />want to have more time together so if can will have diner together<br />like yesterday went sakae<br /><br />slowly n now finally i can adapt already<br />but it has to stop now<br />things changes...<br />i start to think more, listen more, talk more n of course laugh more<br />than last time where i will talk without thinking<br />althogh now i m still doing but at least i am trying<br />these 3 years in usm pure physics course<br />i learn a bit more about physics (at least)<br />but i learn a lot about life<br />dat's wat it need isn't it?<br /><br />i really would like to thanks all my frens<br />who tolerate a lot with me<br />sometimes i talk n laugh really loud n make u all bo bin<br />really paiseh and sorry<br />thx for tolerate wif my laughter especially<br />thx for helping out wif my study<br />thx for being my fren<br />its really really nice to know u guys..<br />wish all of u da best of luck in future undertakings and take care<br />i juz want a ting..<br />plz dont forget me<br />because i wont.....<br /><br />frienship forever!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-4654375596578229878?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-39805977500058908812009-04-20T15:55:00.002+08:002009-04-20T16:16:27.497+08:00Long time dint come home<br />its actually did come home<br />but don really care about wat happen<br />in the house<br />busy with fyp, viva, exams<br />stress everywhere till my whole family<br />is afraid of stepping my tail<br />so watever chores just throw it<br />to my mom n brother<br />now everything is over<br />most of it at least<br />left 2 more papers<br />but i hv 1 week to rest<br />come back home<br />and realise i really do missed out a lot of things<br />my ee poh passed away i dunno when<br />my brother is going to ktar college<br />which is thought he wanted to continue form 6<br />he had his hand operation (small 1)<br />a lot of things they had settle without me<br />feel like i've been neglected<br />i am not blaming anybody<br />juzt dat at dat time i m too stressed out<br />now at home<br />need to do the house chores<br />again...<br />change the bedsheet<br />mop the floor luckily my bro help to sweep<br />then wash the toilet<br />long time dint excercise d<br />totally different as compared to hostel<br />at hostel i can wake up at watever time i want<br />no matter is lunch time or dinner time<br />at home better wake the latest 1pm or else<br />u know la... nag nag nag<br />sat nite slept at 6am<br />where my dad wake up dat time to market<br />he is shock bt keep silence<br />thn nex afternoon where i wake at 3pm<br />and watch series again<br />he beh tahan start nag liao<br />wat 2 do<br />come back home<br />no freedom but comfort<br />at hostel<br />freedom but no nice food<br />now sitting in front of the laptop<br />wondering when shud i start my 304<br />wondering wen shud i going back to hostel<br />wondering wat am i going to do after april<br />wondering wen am i going to die<br />nono.. i m dead...remember??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-3980597750005890881?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-50512017929840450552009-04-17T22:42:00.002+08:002009-04-17T23:12:35.239+08:00有点不知所错<br />这样对吗？<br />对只给大方的人<br />错给自私的人<br />因为自己的自私<br />自己的任性<br />选择利用<br />很矛盾。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-5051201792984045055?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-9365024926894578232009-04-09T14:57:00.002+08:002009-04-09T15:12:45.432+08:00alone make me think<br />it is the weather that i like<br />after the rain<br />soft wind and cool<br />alone in the hostel<br />thought to prepare my viva slides<br />but a lot of distraction<br />recently use too much of my brain<br />thinking a lot of things<br />lots n lotss<br />but yet there is still no decision made<br />plan this way<br />choose the hard way<br />but it always end the other way round<br />know its not right<br />but keep on playing with fire<br />may b not determined enough<br />its good one day everyone get burn<br />in the fire<br />yeahhh..<br />everyone is dead<br />oh yeahh forget to tell u<br />i m a zombie...<br />i m dead<br />then alive<br />living on earth without purpose<br />moving around searching for victims....<br /><br />p/s: feel like chopping down the fan in my hostel<br /> so f****** noisy.... arghhhhhhhhhh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-936502492689457823?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-64762856660320611982009-04-05T18:30:00.002+08:002009-04-05T19:01:05.090+08:00Totally lost my soul<br />i dunno since when i become so weak<br />dunno when i become so dependent<br />i cant do a thing<br />viva is around the corner<br />my brain keep on asking to function<br />my heart is trying<br />but..<br />i lost my soul<br />i dunno wat am i doing here<br />juz feel like ignoring everything<br />and juz fly away leaving here<br />don treat me too good<br />i don deserve it<br />then i will start to depend<br />treat me bad it will be easier for me<br />cuz i dunno how to treat ppl good<br />feeling sick<br />cried yesterday till head pain<br />a bit of cold, cant eat a lot<br />no mood in whatever things<br />totally want to shut down<br />like my laptop i always hibernate<br />its time to shut down...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6476285666032061198?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-9840941485709780572009-04-03T18:28:00.002+08:002009-04-03T18:41:47.565+08:00太阳快下山了<br />衣服快干了<br />树叶快落完了<br />小猫快长大了<br />快要毕业了<br />快要失业了<br />泪快流了<br />梦快醒了。。<br />我。。<br />不想醒<br />这场三年梦<br />就这样过去<br />好想回到过去<br />却不想重新开始<br />接下来的不再是梦<br />要开始独立<br />好害怕寂寞<br />要开始坚强<br />好害怕失败<br />是时候了<br />快要了<br />就快醒了。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-984094148570978057?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-79629673300023361542009-03-25T21:29:00.003+08:002009-03-25T21:59:09.923+08:00Plan to go eat 'shio hu' ikan bakar for dinner<br />cuz dat day saw ppl eat at bali bali<br />mana chai rw say gt other place eh ikan bakar nt bad<br />ma go lo..<br />mirror also gt join since she wan print draft<br />bt finally bo print tiok oso<br />then ma go d lo<br />wahhh!! the view very nice la<br />got sea view and penang bridge<br />we sit inside a hut made from dry eh leaves<br />then take picture<br />very hiao eh<br />mirror very luan<br />keep on talking like a non stop radio<br />later say hate cat very much<br />later say cat very cute<br />later say wan do this wan do dat<br />later shout ah!! nothing d.. -.-lll<br />blah blah blah<br />i don even care about her<br />keep on enjoyng my ikan bakar<br />let them talk then i can eat a lot<br />nt bad la da ikan bakar<br />bt mirror vegetarian<br />dunno y she follow oso<br />bt da orange juice sucks<br />like gt chao sui eh smell<br />then talk talk n laugh laugh<br />then.... finsh d....<br />suddenly...........<br />gt things 'pok' drop on my head<br />i heard da voice but dunno wat is dat<br />then ma wan drop it down lo<br />then realize is a lizard on my head!!!<br />i stay cool n try to make it fall<br />but it keep on hanging<br />then i use my 'jue zhao' full power<br />i shout and laugh and the lizard jump down<br />finally......<br />everyone laugh again<br />then go pay d cum back<br />sitting here lazy to start my fyp<br />ma blog lo<br />long time bo blog d<br />everyone busy wif fyp<br />seems like a lot left my fyp<br />bt seems like i did a lot d<br />dunno y still feel like a lot to go..<br />so keep it up reena...<br />jia you..<br />i am gonna continue my thesis d...<br />all my fren out there<br />don gv up and jia you oso<br />lets work hard together<br />then we can play hard!!!<br />yeah!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-7962967330002336154?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-89732016678530054132009-03-18T01:37:00.002+08:002009-03-18T01:55:54.082+08:00This blog is contaminated<br />sometimes when i want to write<br />i will think<br />will i hurt anyone writing like this?<br />then i will think<br />r they gonna find out wat i mean?<br />am i using da right word?<br />am i leaking out my secret?<br />that's why my blog is getting shorter<br />and shorter<br />scared to be seen through<br />scared to let ppl know how soft r u<br />scared to let ppl know ur world<br />u will never know who else view ur blog<br />view already keep silent act like nothing happen<br />actually they know wat's happening<br />now only i know<br />y some of my frens hide their blog<br />da only thing i will write in my blog will be<br />some frustration and dissatisfaction<br />personal stuffs...<br />i will prefer like the old days<br />diary...<br />the reason to post up in blogs<br />is to update my fren wat happen to me recently<br />hoping for their comment<br />at least i know they care<br />it has become some kind of bond to stick us together<br />but there are really a lot of things to write<br />its juz dat i've forgotten<br />how to write<br />my diary full of dust<br />may be i should go back to the old way..<br />i don even feel secure with my diary<br />in my diary i cant even fully express myself<br />i only can write on many pieces of papers<br />until my fingers pain<br />then i tear it and throw it into the dustbin outside<br />now u know how much i need to do<br />to protect myself<br />nobody is gonna enter my world<br />nobody is gonna fully understand me<br />except me<br />and only me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-8973201667853005413?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-23275105469663178752009-03-13T11:49:00.003+08:002009-03-13T11:57:12.095+08:00一只听着音乐<br />眼眶水水的<br />没错我是失败的射手座<br />要做的绝<br />我办不到<br />但非这样做不可<br />真的好累，好累<br />隐瞒不下去了<br />等， 我在等。。<br />一定可以。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2327510546966317875?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-34367097069865568252009-03-07T21:01:00.002+08:002009-03-07T21:14:40.822+08:00really dunno y i become like tis<br />its a no turning back<br />i nid balancing<br />don treat me so good<br />i will run<br />wen u run, i run<br />wen u stop,<br />suddenly i run back<br />wat am i thinking<br />again wat i like to say<br />i hate tis feeling<br />it feel so wrong<br />and it feel so right<br />really nid 2 run away right now<br />and hide<br />its like playing hide and seek<br />i thought u wan 2 play<br />so i run and hide<br />u run and search<br />din realise its a game<br />there will be a loser<br />may be i should juz quit<br />its so wrong and pointless<br />u scare me off<br />i knw i am an asshole<br />but its too much 4 me 2 take<br />its such a shit ass!!!!!!!<br />argh!!!!!<br />already a lot of things to do d<br />y r u still here<br />juz fuck off!!!<br />and leave me alone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-3436709706986556825?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-31740499903686248332009-03-05T20:04:00.002+08:002009-03-05T20:35:05.468+08:00she cried<br />bcuz of fyp<br />everything gotta start from zero<br />honestly if me i really dunno wat 2 do<br />i really dunno wat 2 do at dat moment<br />i really don know how 2 console her<br />wat i can say is...<br />"u gotta be strong and don ever give up!! "<br />u have ur family support<br />u have ur frens support<br />and my support<br />i dunno wat else 2 say<br />feel really wu zhu<br />dunno how 2 help her also<br />no matter wat it takes<br />dont ever give up..<br />EVER!!!<br />CHEER UP my friend....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-3174049990368624833?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-80053183431582042242009-02-28T12:01:00.007+08:002009-02-28T12:40:17.708+08:00Recently very very tired<br />tonnes of things to do<br />sleepless every night<br />juz this few days better d<br />sleep until headache<br />fyp, test, future plan,play n play since last year d<br />a lot of things to think, plan n make decision<br />mom was quite shock after i told her my plan<br />she wants me to be engineer since i 4get d<br />i dunt really know wat really so proud to be enginner<br />may be its more keng<br />n ppl will look up on u<br />but i really cant take the pressure<br />after doing my fyp at da factory<br />i m freak out with da environment<br />everyday communicate using laptop<br />social with laptop<br />everything in front on da pc<br />except 1...<br />go to toilet<br />i wan something not sitting inside da box<br />so plan to be a teacher<br />no matter success or not<br />at least i m trying<br />but mom is quite supporting after dat<br />she can see dat at least i know wat i wan<br />mom will always be there n support me<br />thanks mom...<br />k la..<br />since no heart to do my project oso<br />then post up some picture<br />since last year d oso<br />physics night picture<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai3wZkbncI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EVDVVCBdcLs/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai3wZkbncI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EVDVVCBdcLs/s320/DSC02075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307694202981424578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />first picture taken at the lobby..<br />everyone seems warming up nia<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai445KmWVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wYVt3TEes0o/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai445KmWVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wYVt3TEes0o/s320/DSC02151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307695448413591890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />finish dinner d but keep on taking picture..<br />sitting in front wif us is ah yun surrounded by pretty gals<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai4O3jrDAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RwEPNC4K3ms/s1600-h/DSC02127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai4O3jrDAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RwEPNC4K3ms/s320/DSC02127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307694726427380738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />our gang...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai-XKl2XLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/j6L0OKrn6wk/s1600-h/DSC02143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai-XKl2XLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/j6L0OKrn6wk/s320/DSC02143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307701466045504690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />n this da best couple.. tadaaa!!<br />baba n nyonya<br />my mom oso say they look alike..haha<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai7XJceanI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wJNWFk1xulA/s1600-h/DSC02126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai7XJceanI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wJNWFk1xulA/s320/DSC02126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307698167202867826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />original king n queen<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai7wZhhJyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IaN31zuKSgI/s1600-h/DSC02169.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/Sai7wZhhJyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IaN31zuKSgI/s320/DSC02169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307698601015715618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my favorite picture<br />fan ban queen but i like it.. haha<br />waving like da miss beauty..........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-8005318343158204224?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-53182457035717938712009-02-20T21:40:00.002+08:002009-02-20T23:41:54.025+08:00this few days i can say happen<br />quite a lot of things<br />keep myself busy until i don have<br />time to think about dat thing<br />on monday keep on disturbing my roommate<br />about all my problems<br />hope dat she can calm me down<br />n give me advice<br />i m much much better now already<br />thanks a lot<br />on tuesday i fell down for the 'first' time this year<br />it happen in the toilet<br />luckily no one was there<br />bruise on my knee d lo<br />it has been quite a while<br />from the last time i fall<br />at night leh<br />go cook mee in rw n sh room<br />then watch a show<br />honestly i like dat feeling<br />we always did this during 1st sem<br />but later on rw bz<br />sh nt staying<br />so ma like dat lo<br />then wednesday<br />go dinner n movie wif coursemate<br />i hate this word<br />friend is a better word<br />dinner at kim gary<br />drop a glass of milo<br />laugh like mad<br />get teased by fren<br />its really fun u know hanging out wif fren<br />i mean fren who has da same channel<br />then watched pink panther<br />laugh like mad<br />again<br />then thursday go clubbing<br />mois<br />first time went there<br />few ppl nia<br />cuz thursday ma not ladies nite<br />then drink n dance<br />realise a lot of things<br />no matter its aboout<br />clubs, alcohol,dj,dance and ppl<br />drink a bit nia<br />i very seng eh<br />later drunk d ah mahuan<br />like rw vomit pula<br />then we say wan help wei han<br />wash car<br />then friday liao<br />go shopping 4 dat physics nite<br />bought a dress d lo<br />waste money d only sim tia<br />haizzz<br />then go n eat da 1901 sausage<br />yeah!!! i love sausage<br />oh ya since now i am scratching<br />my lower back i full of "horng mok"<br />red patches on my back<br />result of yesterday alcohol<br />my ass is red!!!<br />shit nia...<br />so until now lo<br />write blog d tml wait da zemax key<br />n do da print screen dat ah chong wan<br />nex week will be another busy week<br />monday meet chong,tue test, wed factory,thursday test..<br />tml ko ai wake up early<br />got things to do ma... haha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-5318245703571793871?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-69488475970669499082009-02-15T17:10:00.002+08:002009-02-15T17:22:46.853+08:00why is it not to miss somebody is harder<br />than to miss somebody<br />a fren told me<br />if u cant forget then don force la<br />but everyday keep on like this<br />is not the way<br />sometimes why do we talk so much?<br />why dont we juz keep quiet<br />silent.<br />let silent talks<br />but it will look weird right?<br />why is this feeling so strong<br />i really hate it<br />i cant concentrate in watever thing i do<br />every single day<br />after i wake up<br />before i sleep<br />i study<br />i bathe<br />i eat<br />i breathe<br />every step i take<br />i think of the same thing<br />it has become the reason i...<br />laugh and cry....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6948847597066949908?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-21812972335290728022009-02-13T22:50:00.002+08:002009-02-13T23:05:03.596+08:00对不起<br />不是故意的<br />一定会改<br />如果你受伤了<br />只能祝你快点好起来<br />我就是这样<br />谁叫你那么不幸<br />遇见我<br />一定要这么做<br />很想改<br />但改不了<br />不要勉强我<br />好吗<br />不要生我的气好吗<br />可以回到原点吗<br />真的不玩了<br />累了<br />最讨厌这种游戏了<br />到最后<br />两败俱伤<br />何必当初呢<br />缘分吧<br />好像丢开一切<br />到外国<br />重新开始<br />重心开始<br />真的够了。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2181297233529072802?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-74275252070856189112009-02-12T21:31:00.002+08:002009-02-12T22:21:35.242+08:00after chinese new year<br />need to really concentrate on my fyp<br />before dat we din meet ah chong<br />for juz 2 weeks<br />which is the cny week n da week after<br />cuz still cny mood<br />so yesterday met him<br />n yes... finally..<br />we get scolded<br />i do feel that i memang padan eh<br />so long dint touch the project d<br />cuz cny around the corner<br />no mood also<br />actually it just an excuse<br />don't know how to do the report<br />dat's why keep on hiding n running frm it<br />now everyone knows dat time is ticking<br />no more playing and need to be serious already<br />some more today only i know<br />our factory supervisor<br />is mad at us<br />but he dint show it out or tell us<br />somebody ariel long so discover d lo<br />he was angry becuz we din even inform him<br />we r not going to the factory<br />for those 2 weeks<br />actually if i am the supervisor<br />i am surely will be mad also<br />but wat 2 do<br />this is me irresposible<br />if one day i meet someone like me<br />i will absolutely hate her<br />so finally everyone is mad at me<br />so now i've decided to be serious<br />no more playing n be focus<br />although its juz a few pages of paper<br />i dont know y am so stress<br />its not a big deal<br />its not the end of the world<br />so i am juz gonna have fun<br />who cares?<br />fail me?<br />watever..<br />am juz gonna enjoy the process<br />as for our supervisor ah lee<br />i am really sorry 4 watever thigs dat i did wrong<br />sorry for being silent evrytime u ask<br />"any question?"<br />sorry for dint inform u about our attendance<br />sorry for crushing into your life<br />and make u busier<br />sorry for always spoon feed us<br />this is really not my profession<br />i am really weak in this physics thing<br />arghh!!!! god....<br />that's y i nid to be spoon feed<br />i cant promise to make u proud wif this project<br />but i will put in effort<br />with the support of my freinds and family<br />i gotta be tough n strong<br />for them..<br />so i can graduate n not 2 let them down<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-7427525207085618911?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-13175728273894892042009-02-08T02:52:00.004+08:002009-02-08T03:38:16.048+08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Have u ever listen to a same song<br />again, again, again and again??<br />oh my god!!!<br />there is this girl name charice pempengco<br />A 16 year old philipino girl<br />she has this amazing voice<br />they say she can fight with mariah, whitney n celine<br />GAWD!!!<br />'i will always love you' and<br />'and i'm telling you i'm not going'<br />i keep on repeat n repeat n repeat<br />this 2 songs sang by her<br />fall for her really<br />she has da personality and<br />she was born to be a singer and entertainer<br />love to see her singing<br />never get bored listen to her<br />i could not express how juz..<br />go youtube and search for her name<br />'charice pempengco'<br />and take some time listen to her<br />with her not so good family background<br />where her father almost killed her<br />luckily been rescued by her neighbour<br />it touch me honestly..<br />she was found through youtube..<br />thanks youtube..<br />and charise..<br />u r fantastic<br />KEEP IT UP!!!!!<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1317572827389489204?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-36702978199010443322009-02-07T22:00:00.002+08:002009-02-07T22:29:25.344+08:00after finish the ob test<br />went for steamboat at rw house<br />not really know how 2 do also da test<br />as cant really sleep cuz thinking of something<br />the steamboat is a success<br />eat, laugh, watch, siao, take picture,<br />long pua ppl eh bowl,<br />dirty the house,<br />play the ps got senser eh<br />sleep at rw bed<br />mosquitoes so many<br />then came back home<br />think of the same thing again<br />today went out wif him<br />yeah its cool<br />talk and talk and talk<br />until no topic<br />its fun to talk about the old days<br />and it does make me forget about dat thing<br />i do feel better and start 2 laugh again<br />as recently there is only 1 thing<br />dat can make me smile<br />now back home d<br />start to think about da same thing<br />again....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-3670297819901044332?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-82422933505180730342009-02-02T00:19:00.005+08:002009-02-13T22:35:01.643+08:00A small single thing<br />make me laugh<br />make me happy<br />make me wonder<br />make me want more<br />at first nobody like<br />but bcuz of some reason<br />anything become possible<br />am so easily influenced<br />it might be nothing<br />but it means a lot to me<br />may be its juz me<br />may be i think too much<br />but it make me happy<br />then it is worth waiting<br />start to understand the lyrics<br />u don nid anything<br />silent is beautiful<br />God will plan<br />its fate<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-8242293350518073034?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-64645416943490133672009-01-31T20:49:00.003+08:002009-01-31T21:45:07.836+08:00So happy today<br />we went sing k<br />its juz dat it seems like<br />they are fighting 4 da loudest voice<br />where is da beauty of singing?<br />always cant hear my voice<br />1 of them juz follow the wording on screen<br />1 of them luan luan sing<br />1 of them sing very extremely loud<br />where i dont even hv a chance to listen 2 my voice<br />b4 dat i knew dat already<br />so purposely pick english song so dat<br />i can sing alone<br />but they know da song.. sigh..<br />but some other song they dunno i sing alone<br />ko scared they fell boring<br />ko not really know how 2 sing<br />so sing halfway nia<br />(next time m gonna choose tougher song n practice)<br />meet wif a long time no see fren<br />actually very scared 2 meet wif those long time no c fren<br />cuz dunno wat 2 say<br />but it turn out 2 b ok<br />i m such a watermelon<br />tough outside, say wanna met la, cum out la, gathering la<br />but inside, when everyone meet dunno wat 2 say pula<br />but its really great u know if we can still click<br />then suddenly realise tis fren is the ex-classmate<br />of my another fren<br />so they began talk bout their ex-classmate, teachers watever<br />its so amazing<br />its like bcuz of me they meet<br />they never met since primary school<br />u can say its fate, ming zhong zhu ding, tian yi or any words u can say<br />then keep on walking n chating<br />juz keep on round the whole gurney dunno doing wat<br />keep on teasing my other fren<br />n i laugh so loud until we met another gang of fren<br />they uncertain wif physics law<br />where light travel faster then sound<br />they heard me then saw me<br />wave then say hi n bye<br />later is da most interesting part<br />yest went gathering wif f6 fren<br />talk bout person u 'an lian' during primary<br />i talked bout tis guy<br />n today juz now<br />i saw him!!!!<br />i m so f****** shock!!!<br />i juz looked n i can recognise him already<br />i never saw him since primary<br />he is dtill da same i mean his look<br />but more socialable<br />my mood bcum extremely good d<br />then treat evryone ice cream<br />every single thing make happy<br />i love this!!!!!!!<br />its really a HAPPY chinese new year...<br />i f****** love it!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6464541694349013367?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-73448463206074220432009-01-28T17:56:00.000+08:002009-01-28T17:57:13.044+08:00什么烂新年的<br />小弟上班了<br />不想和家人去拜年<br />因为会像白痴一样<br />坐在那儿<br />他们说得有说有笑<br />我就坐在电视机面前傻笑<br />干脆自己在家看戏哈哈大笑<br />fyp不停的在脑海里飘过<br />我就不停的把他推开<br />把眼睛闭上<br />喊一声然后<br />把它推开<br />已安排好的一切<br />又毁了<br />明明有了<br />又要更多<br />在也逃不过<br />药我找到了<br />吃了才看见目标<br />才知道自己不是疯的<br />可是吃多了会有后遗症<br />不吃又对不起自己<br />还想要更好的效果<br />很贪心<br />明年我一定要更好<br />一定要想办法<br />一定要完成<br />画上美好的结局<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-7344846320607422043?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-44783593063996136102009-01-22T11:50:00.003+08:002009-01-22T12:31:56.858+08:00有时觉得让人觉得自己<br />不容易侵犯是件好事<br />自己往往都是<br />哎呀，随便啦，没关系啦，我无所谓<br />久而久之<br />人家就会觉得<br />哎呀，没关系啦，你应该ok的啦<br />reena不会生气的啦<br />自己的随便只是不想麻烦别人<br />买饭时老板都知道<br />我比较随便<br />就慢条斯理<br />其他令人讨厌的三姑<br />就可以得到他们所要的小要求<br />自己却在为老板担心<br />怕麻烦而不要要求<br />处处为人着想<br />人人却忽略你<br />一直想他人到底会怎么想<br />连那只可怜的大鱼怎么会被<br />关在一个没有布置的鱼缸里<br />他不会寂寞吗<br />所以一直都不敢养宠物<br />难道他们就没有自由的权利吗<br />看到蚂蚁就吹掉他<br />看到蚊子也让他钉<br />像这难道他没有活着的权利吗<br />就这样慢慢，慢慢的<br />自己永远排最后<br />好像说得自己好伟大一样<br />但我就是这么做<br />总觉得没有生气的资格<br />怕生气起来<br />人家会害怕<br />怕人家会说自己小气<br />因为自己很害怕人家生气<br />常常做不出决定<br />容易被人影响<br />没有原则<br />明明真的超不爽<br />还必须迁就<br />难道我就不会生气吗<br />别人生气<br />还要想办法斗他开心<br />现在比较不会了<br />以前的我更加离谱<br />人家生气了<br />还要我说<br />你生气了吗？不要生气嘛。。<br />回想起我真的好笨<br />干麻做这种事嘛<br />我生气时他才懒得理你<br />人家知道你随便<br />就爬上你头上<br />踏了上去<br />放屁还大便<br />人家说说几句<br />我就。。啊，好啊。。随便啦<br />不想看见人家失望的样子<br />很想装一下酷的样子<br />高贵一点<br />要求多一点<br />不要这么容易满足<br />很想偶尔耍点小脾气<br />把臭脸摆在脸上<br />要说我不喜欢！<br />我明天就要！<br />要学说不！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-4478359306399613610?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-52125870775758730572009-01-17T16:31:00.004+08:002009-01-17T21:11:38.277+08:00Watch a show recently<br />i have tis feeling。。。<br /><br />"GOD loves everyone"<br />no matter wat u did<br />HE will always forgive u<br />HE will give u another chance<br />HE will find another way for u<br />HE care<br />HE tries hard to save u<br />bcuz<br />HE wan to c u happy<br />HE want smile n laughter<br />HIS way of solving problem is not easy<br />HE need to solve every problem fairly<br />without offending the others<br />sometimes HE breaks HIS own rule<br />sometimes we complain bout HIM<br />but HE never keep inside<br />i dare not say HE made mistake sometimes<br />may be dat's the way HE works<br />let HIM do his job<br />i know HE is trying hard<br />i know HE is busy recently<br />with those wars between israel n palestin<br />millions of ppl need HIM<br />HE need to listen to millions of prayers<br />so when is my turn??<br />sometimes i think i lost HIM<br />feel so tiny dat HE cant c me<br />but evrytime<br />when things gone wrong<br />after sometimes when i start to forget bout HIM<br />suddenly it is fixed..<br />then i realise.......<br /><br />HE is always there....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-5212587077575873057?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-23447030406559763902009-01-10T21:05:00.002+08:002009-01-10T21:22:08.384+08:00Thursday management claz<br />dai lou n luis ask me whether my<br />'a big family story' post is real onot<br />of course its real<br />they said its very interesting n<br />ask me to publish a book..hahaha<br />but...<br />today i told my mom<br />n she is quite dissapointed<br />wif my attitude<br />she said 'jari at jib bo at chut eh'<br />means fingers grip inside but not the other way round<br />means family matter will always<br />be secret among family only<br />family always cum first<br />blah blah blah<br />she gv an ex:<br />u tell others u cum from a poor family<br />1 day a person lost his money<br />da first person ppl will think about the thief<br />will be YOU!!<br />u know wat<br />i get her point its juz<br />something i write is about da truth<br />y when ppl get older<br />they start to hide things here n there<br />berpura-pura n it make me feel so fake<br />its like actually i hate u<br />but in front of u<br />i kesi kesi act like i still like u<br />i didnt mean dat they hate each other<br />they r such a big n normal family<br />after quarelling they start to talk da nex day<br />like nothing happen b4<br />some more<br />i dint write bout my mom, dad or brother<br />i wite about some one farther<br />but 4 her its her family<br />dat's y she cant accept it<br />may be i m a bit over da limit<br />i really dunno<br />if it's like this<br />wat's da point of blogging?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2344703040655976390?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-46329967376902225052008-12-31T11:06:00.001+08:002008-12-31T11:08:32.713+08:00笑是一种礼貌<br />笑可以培养<br />耳朵有问题的我<br />都是用笑来替我沟通<br />听不清楚，就笑<br />想要有亲切感，就笑<br />从小看着阿妈都是笑着面对每个人<br />从陌生人，邻居，店员，亲戚，朋友，上司到长辈<br />就这样学到了笑的力量<br />慢慢的就从微笑<br />变成了哈哈大笑<br />认识我的人就觉得这女生很好爽<br />认识我的人有两种<br />一是会很喜欢<br />二是非常讨厌<br />不认识我的人<br />就以很奇怪的眼神看了一眼<br />然后<br />一是非常反感<br />二是跟着笑<br />往往都是一比较实际啦<br />这种笑都是不自在的礼貌<br /><br />真的感情是。。<br />看见宝宝，我会笑<br />听见喜欢的音乐，我会笑<br />看见阿妈笑，我一定笑<br />回想以前童年回忆，我会笑<br />看见朋友笑，我会跟着笑<br />知道他关心我，我会暗笑<br />看见人跌倒，我会哈哈大笑<br />一起讲别人的是非时，<br />讲得非常起劲时，<br />只有我们明白而已的时候，<br />我会狂笑<br />感动时，我会笑然后哭<br />看见朋友都是双双对对时<br />我不知要笑还是哭<br />压力时，我想哭<br />在报章上看见无辜的老人家被谋杀时，我会哭<br />害怕又无能为力时，我会哭<br />看见蟑螂，我会吓哭<br />吵架时，要哭了但强忍眼泪<br />心情不好时<br />压力大时<br />活得没目标时<br />活在这四方的盒子里时<br />又看着感人节目时<br />加上身边没有人时<br />我会狂哭。。<br />一定会<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-4632996737690222505?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-55934533367562097962008-12-31T11:04:00.000+08:002008-12-31T11:06:16.150+08:00作天不知为何死气沉沉的<br />没心情<br />不想笑<br />睡不着<br />没目标<br />好无聊<br />好无奈<br />厌倦了<br />只有<br />花钱了<br />就笑了<br />想起它<br />就笑了<br />电脑中风了<br />疯了，病了<br />很严重的那种。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-5593453336756209796?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-40504272013382484052008-12-26T22:43:00.003+08:002008-12-26T22:54:08.564+08:00Now only i start to realise the power of.....<br />SHOPPING!!!<br />went shoppping on wednesday<br />skip meeting ah ching n went shopping<br />is like shopping is more important than fyp<br />no la.. its bcuz cny around da corner d<br />some more got sales until 1st of jan oni<br />then ma faster buy n buy n buy<br />for da first time i don feel tired walking<br />da whole prangin<br />laz time i will sit evry corner my fren shop<br />i m happy when they went in shoe shop<br />bcuz there is chair<br />but dat day i m so high at buying<br />until almost rm300 n some more draw money ay maybank<br />only i know y gals like shopping<br />da feeling of spending money is wonderful<br />especially spend a lot make me even wan to spend<br />like a drug addict<br />wan to shop again<br />i m so addicted<br />spending money on urself is real fun fren...<br />come on!! lets go shopping!!!!!<br />buy watever without looking at da price tag!!!!<br />yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-4050427201338248405?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-4984870840449638502008-12-18T15:51:00.002+08:002008-12-18T16:04:43.232+08:00i cant take this anymore<br />shocking news make me wanna crazy<br />knew i was fooled 4 ten years<br />final yr project crack my head<br />hostel suddenly say may b wan move 2 bakti<br />so stress on da project<br />cant really take it anymore<br />din meet ah chong for almost a month<br />things get tough<br />evryone in da factory has da same expression<br />stress on work<br />no fun n anticipated for friday oni<br />friday wan go sing k<br />doing da project<br />zemax software<br />rw keep on sayinng y beh absorb<br />supervisor mood oso no good<br />everyone bo mood<br />monday school start d<br />things stack on n on<br />i wanna fly away!!!<br />leave here!!!<br />juz get salary bt mood still da same<br />no mood<br />i juz wan......<br />wan.....<br />to......<br />EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-498487084044963850?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-13962562814337329772008-12-03T08:58:00.002+08:002008-12-03T09:04:46.943+08:00Dint go to work today<br />cuz gotta do my yearly check up<br />on my heartnot really yearly<br />if it get worse got to go in 6 months time<br />quite scary went to da check up alone this is da first time going alone<br />i think soeverytime mom or friend will acompany<br />da general hospital system<br />shock me actuallylast time appoinment 8am<br />will finish in da afternoonnow appt 10am finish at 12pmits<br />really good like this<br />the people can save time, save energy n save money<br />gone for my echo testthere is always a nurse<br />when da echo test is doneas they scared the ppl doing da echo test<br />will take advantage on the patient.. haha..<br />yeah.. luckily she is there<br />same question same answer<br />i am juz fine<br />thx GOD<br />it maintain<br />it will never recover either maintain or worsenoh<br />yeah.. the name of the problem called:<br />mild mitrael valve collapse<br />i don like to use the word diseaseas it sounds scary<br />then going back doing nothing<br />watch dvd from my bro's fren<br />there is a show 'the mia'is a thailand show<br />and it is da worse action movie dat i ever seen<br />its not actually actionis about 2 gang of gals<br />1 is first wives gang vs da mistress gang<br />2 gang fighting using weapon gun<br />and it is ridiculousthey missed every shot<br />then keep on dancing avoiding the bullets<br />oh god.. u gotto watch it urself then u'll understanthen<br />juz now went 4 dinner<br />dad n bro quarrel bcuz of the stupid 'beh dao'(horse beans)<br />having a headache nownearly punch dat mercedez juz now<br />thinking bout my fyp<br />tml got to work again<br />it really make me tired...<br /><br />(posted on wed morning)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1396256281433732977?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-66117170496302130892008-12-01T00:43:00.003+08:002008-12-01T00:55:03.558+08:00There is a big family<br />with ten brothers and sisters<br />7 girls and 3 guys<br />they had a big dinner to celebrate<br />their mother's bday<br />everyone attend except the youngest<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the eldest:</span><br />he is a man with a happy family<br />he is the most normal<br />a bit of stingy<br />protective of his son and daugters..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the 2nd (girl):</span><br />the eldest among the girls<br />she is da 'dua ji' (big sister)<br />everyone has respest 4 her<br />listen 2 her<br />scared of her<br />as she is always rite<br />she went 2 da dinner earliest<br />but end up getting mad as evryone is damn late<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">**the 3rd (girl):</span><br />this the thing dat i wan to write<br />she is da most most selfish person<br />but the most protective and generous mom i ever seen<br />shark fin is served<br />there is still another bowl left<br />she quickly said<br />"oh.. this 1 leave 4 js"<br />everyone keep quiet<br />as she treat for da dinner<br />even she is not da one treating<br />she wil also act da same<br />the fish is served<br />she picked best and biggest portion for her son<br />then another big portion 4 her another son<br />finally her other siblings and relatives<br />ate the rest dat she left<br />she talks without thinking<br />a lot of fight start from her<br />housewife married wif rich husband<br />everyday stay at home<br />no communication skill wif ppl<br />dat's y she became like this<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the 4th (girl):</span><br />she is da only girl still single<br />her mom always kuah beh ki her<br />bcuz she is still single<br />she put other ppl b4 her<br />she is not rich<br />but always has da heart<br />rich inside..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the 5th (girl also):</span><br />she is da hottest girl among all<br />mini skirt, tattoo, high heels..<br />her daughters follow her steps too<br />sexy hot young lady (but younger than me)<br />her husband look like a hak seh wui dai lou<br />he wears earing on his right ear<br />(i wonder whether he knows wat it means)<br />the whole family is like WOW!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the 6th (girl):</span><br />married with a performer<br />her husband is a carpenter and performer<br />always get to perform at hotel or any function<br />her husband won da malaysia tv show "chan ku yi ding"<br />he is kinda of star when he attend da dinner<br />her daughter follows her dad<br />become hyperactive<br />as u know a performer u nid to very confident<br />and brave to perform<br />so she sing, dance, jump, run, acrobate..<br />watever action u can think of..<br />(i feel like a bit hao lian, bat ji so wai)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the 7th &amp; 8th (boy &amp; gal):</span><br />they are twins (long fong tai)<br />but they don look alike<br />the guy still single<br />he is a plyboy<br />always think of a way to know gals<br />then use her money<br />no matter young or old<br />he used 2 bathed an old rich lady<br />(shhh.. don say so loud..)<br />a lot of stories from him<br />very talkative<br />he knew a prostitute<br />and tell da story to his siblings<br />n evryone laugh<br /><br />his twin sister<br />talks very soft but<br />is very fierce when somebody step on her tails<br />talk without thinking<br />make her separate wif her husband<br />but now..<br />the r back together<br />after 10 years perhaps<br />happiness is clearly on her face<br />on her daughter's face too<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the 9th (girl):</span><br />married wif a very matured guy<br />her son is like cacing or monkey god maybe<br />very naughty n mischievious<br />her daughter is da youngest among all grandchildren<br />juz a normal family<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the 10th (guy):</span><br />this youngest child is the family's diamond<br />the father n mother like guys more than gals<br />plus he is da youngest<br />so he got everything he wants<br />he is ver smart n genious may be<br />very hardworking<br />study till phd at US<br />wat course? physics.. haha..<br />study, study, study till...<br />until......<br />he is mad!!! (shhh.. again they will kill me)<br />(juz pretend u dunno)<br />the mom n dad hate ppl call him mad<br />they will say:<br />'if mad how can study so far? har?<br />can u do it or not?'<br />then evrone keep quiet<br />he is till at US so he din attend da dinner<br /><br />such a big family<br />big problem, big quarrel, big happiness<br />big story, big secret..<br />everything is big<br />when the mother get sick<br />10 children gotta share the responsible?<br />no no no...<br />da richest gotta pay more for da hospital fees<br />da poorest can juz keep quiet<br />evryone know u cant afford<br /><br />i am the 2nd daughter's daughter<br />being da third generation<br />seeing those life<br />i can do nothing<br />keep silent<br />watching, analysing then learn<br /><br />(if anyone of them seen this page<br />i am dead<br />but this da truth<br />hope u can forgive me if u read this..)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6611717049630213089?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-23843333532147823682008-11-19T23:09:00.000+08:002008-11-19T23:13:05.776+08:00long time din post d<br />cuz exam<br />no la..<br />its bcuz using home conection<br />very ma huan<br />need to take out laptop<br />fix da charger<br />fix da connection<br />as i said i wan simple<br />but now exam over d<br />so need to play a while<br />cuz later need to concentrate<br />in something more important d<br />which is da final year project<br />dat wanna crack my head<br />cuz till now i still know nothing<br />juz a little little thing bout my fyp<br />and some more we nid to<br />know how to use da software<br />by this sem break<br />and somemore nid to show it<br />to ah chong<br />which is da scariest part<br />where i always dunno how<br />to answer his question<br />everytime.. almost..<br />so its not a honeymoon sem break<br />for me..<br />hopefully we can complete<br />this project with no problem<br /><br />oh ya..<br />about my last post<br />"wat make me mad"<br />the next morning<br />my hp sms rang<br />he sent me message<br />"sorry 4 wat i hv done yest night"<br />unbelievable!!!<br />he apologise da nex day<br />i already forget when i wake up<br />i m always like dat<br />will forget everything<br />after i sleep<br />dat's y i like to sleep<br />when my mood sucks..<br />haha.. and so i forgive him<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2384333353214782368?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-12539891167042905462008-11-01T01:59:00.002+08:002008-11-01T02:04:59.928+08:00wat made me mad was<br />he dint apologise<br />i don wan n hate to let<br />ppl use my laptop<br />but since my house computer<br />exploded for about 2 moths ago<br />my family need to use my laptop<br />i mean laptop is a very personal stuff<br />it's not a pc u know...<br />and he install his stupid game<br />ok, i allowed after he keep on<br />disturbing me<br />later on install dunno wat also<br />save his picture dat his fren sent him<br />fine i bersabar<br />until finally..<br />he dunno pull all da icon to somewhere else<br />n pull it back until my whole desktop<br />is full of icon!!!<br />i was mad i scolded him<br />i really cant stand it anymore<br />he fight back<br />saying dat he click it right<br />wat da f!@# la!!<br />if u do it right<br />y is tis stupid icon on my desktop???<br />he then pulled all da 2nd copy<br />to da recycle bin<br />all my fyp things is on my deskstop<br />and i m worry he might delete da wrong thing<br />i said: if u lost my thing<br />i m gonna slap u<br />u know wat he said?<br />oh.. scared lo..<br />u know how dat feel?<br />u juz need to say" i am sorry"<br />is dat so f!@#$%^ hard?<br />he said" i hate ppl scolding me"<br />i said" u did the wrong thing<br />of course i m gonna scold u"<br />he act like he did nothing wrong<br />wake up u shit..<br />he juz don get it<br />i get really frustrated<br />i don like to let him use<br />i don like ppl to touch my things<br />mom will not let him use<br />as his spm is juz nex 2 weeks<br />but i let him use<br />bcuz i m soooo stupid..<br />no, is bcuz i pity him<br />wat's da point of being belas kasihan?<br />is wat i get right now<br />thought wanna study<br />but he disturb my mood<br />so now..<br />still very mad and watching<br />martha stewart show<br />arghh......<br />i m so shit..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1253989116704290546?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-29708972105680457892008-10-22T20:58:00.002+08:002008-10-22T21:07:30.257+08:00cant help it anymore<br />my heart pound juz looking at your picture<br />i think i like you<br />never bored of your picture<br />never seen you for so long<br />then suddenly we met<br />watever you said<br />like every part of you<br />i rather look at you<br />far away<br />wish u da best<br />your style<br />your passion<br />your smile<br />your every single thing<br />i'll never forget<br />music in my ear<br />make me think of u<br />eyes are wet<br />we will meet again<br />when there is a chance<br />we will be together<br />when there is a chance<br />wish i can tell you<br />but..<br />give me that one single chance.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2970897210568045789?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-90778318064547409162008-10-21T21:22:00.002+08:002008-10-21T21:45:46.413+08:00thought i wanna do better in<br />my spanish oral test today<br />as my test scored 60 something only<br />performance in class not dat good<br />but today the test was horrible n terrible<br />profesora gave me n my partner a tough topic<br />while others get an easier topic<br />this spanish oral test make my day crazy<br />my mood get high and low easily<br />everyone seems like my enemy<br />看不顺眼（kan bu sun yan ）<br />sh keep on wanna make me laugh<br />suddenly i can laugh very loud<br />in the tv room<br />and later everyone left the tv room<br />(keng leh.. its a coinsidence la)<br />later think of the test again<br />keep quiet and went back my room sleep<br />still cant make me feel better<br />after dinner at tv room again<br />look at ppl's pic in facebook wif sh<br />then laugh very loud again<br />evryone left again<br />spanish spanish keep on flashing in my mind<br />later after class<br />laugh very loud again at the bus stop<br />after imitating a gal talking<br />but his time nobody left the bus stop<br />walking back<br />think again<br />sad and pain again<br />so now..<br />blogging with<br />“through the rain" and "u gotta be" songs<br />in my ears<br />make me better<br />its not really a big deal<br />come on!!<br />rebeca..... haha..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(p.s: i wore black shirt today<br />dat's y i seldom wear black<br />dark black luck on me..<br />haizzz..)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-9077831806454740916?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-88310749450366685312008-10-19T21:52:00.002+08:002008-10-19T22:22:31.213+08:00she keep on nagging non stop<br />she keep on asking us to do house chores<br />she cant stand those environment anymore<br />she keep on searching for bad things<br />she thinks a lot<br />she is not satisfied about almost everything<br />she seldom smile<br />she likes to worry<br />she is a perfectionist<br />she is getting OLD...<br /><br />i hate doing house chores<br />i hate ppl keep on controling me<br />i hate ppl instructing me<br />i hate ppl search through my cupboard<br />i hate to hear ppl keep on complaining<br />i hate ppl disturb my sleeping<br />i hate ppl disturb my watching tv<br />i hate ppl comparing me with the others<br />i hate ppl trying to change me<br />i hate ppl trying to judge me without knowing me<br /><br />BUT..<br />i swallow everything down my stomach<br />when she did all the things that i hate<br />i hate it but i never hate her<br />knowing she is trying to do the best for the family<br />trying to keep the house perfect inside and outside<br />she...<br />is my MOM..<br />she is getting old<br />dont know since when she behave like this<br />i get fed up but i still do wat she said<br />looking at her gray hair growing<br />from her right parted hair<br />make my heart sorrow<br />its hard when she ask me to dye her hair<br />u might think it is nothing<br />but for me<br />its like the gray hair is the result of her<br />putting everything in for this family<br />putting all her love onto this family<br />and i knew it, mom..<br />thanks...<br />and..<br />i love you..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(p.s: i know its err xing saying those 3 words..<br />but i do mean it.. sorry ya.. haha)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-8831074945036668531?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-55215554500026683822008-10-13T00:46:00.002+08:002008-10-13T01:05:41.101+08:00thinking dat ppl using me make me angry<br />especially to my beloved ones.. my family<br />went to cameron last week<br />not really wanna go but mom keep on forcing us to go<br />it feels like going there to be ppl's servant<br />we need to carry all those cooking utensils up there<br />the raw food, the oil, the everything dat needed to cook<br />then cook breakfast, lunch and dinner<br />wash the dishes..<br />everything...<br /><br />i told mom dat y r we doing this?<br />but they seem like nvm<br />i don get it<br />they r using us<br />i mean although they do help us carry something up there<br />but i juz hate it looking at my mom cooking in the kitchen<br />and the others do help but doing all those little things<br />like plucking the stupid vege, cut the stupid vege..<br />then the dishes i need to wash to help my mom<br />when eating they eat the best part<br />the couple ate 3 drumsticks out of 4 i suppose<br />how can u be so...<br />i dunno the word<br /><br />now coming back i need to burn a cd for them<br />the photo dat we took there with our camera<br />our cameraman, our evrything..<br />i told mom y u all wan to do so ma huan eh things?<br />she said: if i know, i will never ask u to do already..<br />wat kind of answer is dat?<br />its not dat i don wanna help<br />its jz dat i wan to protect u all<br />i don wan ppl to take advantage on u<br />i don wan u to suffer doing all those thngs<br /><br />i hate being used<br />better don take advantage me<br />i'll never let it happen on me<br />BUT..<br />i like to take advantage on ppl<br />a better word,<br />i need to...<br />yeah..<br />i know i m selfish<br />wat if i comprimise a bit<br />u can take advantage on me but not my family...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-5521555450002668382?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-21484925678577092292008-10-09T22:32:00.004+08:002008-10-09T22:50:25.939+08:00Today got marketing test<br />yest study till 2am<br />today wake up early at 9 to continue study<br />9 is considered early for me d.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haha</span>..<br />so tired now but wanna celebrate for myself<br />so ma online lo<br />the test ah not really know how to do<br />the terms used is difficult to understand<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dat's</span> y... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">haizzz</span><br />but i feel great and there is no regret<br />as i really put in my effort this time<br />not like last time for my management exam<br />don know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wat</span> am i doing here<br />i fell down again at the stair case at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">fajar</span> cafe<br />always n always fall<br />but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tis</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sem</span> better d la<br />i fell twice only<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ceh</span>!! touch wood!!<br />dunno y i always fall<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span><br />here or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cheh</span> there oh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cheh</span> （<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">blackgreen</span>)<br />they say falling is good as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">tis</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">da</span> sign <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">dat</span><br />it already help to block all the bad things<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">hah</span>!! funny let fall and see then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">u'll</span> know<br />this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">sem</span> wanna finish <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">liao</span><br />so fast.. but dunno this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">sem</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">wat</span> have i learnt<br />except for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">spanish</span>..<br />tomorrow wanna go company again<br />dunno <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">wat</span> to do again..<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">dat</span> day met ah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">chong</span> to report bout our project<br />then only realise i don really know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">wat</span> am i doing there<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">wat</span> is the very first purpose of this project<br />i say nothing<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">rw</span> said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">evrything</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">duno</span> this dunno <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">dat</span><br />always dunno dunno and dunno<br />keep on trying to tell myself must try to<br />answer every question <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">dat</span> been asked<br />but i always like to say..<br />i don't know..<br />oh ya..<br />bought a new handphone d<br />dad suddenly get bonus<br />then said:<br />gia.. lets go prangin and buy hp<br />actually he promised to buy me a hp<br />last year for my 21st bday<br />mana chai.. money not enough..<br />money spend on buying new house at seberang prai<br />yes.. i will be moving there<br />but dunno when la<br />need to wait for my handsome brother finish his study<br />oh ya.. i try taking photo using my new hp<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SO4XvYEGrJI/AAAAAAAAADE/eOsanz4i8LI/s1600-h/Image0009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SO4XvYEGrJI/AAAAAAAAADE/eOsanz4i8LI/s320/Image0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255163917868903570" border="0" /></a><br />my room.. haha<br />paiseh la..<br />so untidy..<br />my wewe poster, laptop on my bed,<br />shirt on my chair, samsung plastic bag for my new hp,<br />my bag on the chair,<br />2 dictionaries.. (aiseh.. hardworking oso la.. haha)<br /><br /><br />dunno wat else to post..<br />so until here la..<br />tomorrow will be a good day!!<br />明天会更好!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2148492567857709229?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-80604754438136342932008-09-28T22:23:00.000+08:002008-09-28T22:24:04.262+08:00开始害怕了<br />原因只有一个<br />是自己不忍心<br />心里的矛盾<br />害怕失去<br />开始害怕以后的生活<br />工作的生活<br /><br />害怕适应不来<br />没有空闲，无聊的时候<br />没有上课的时候<br />没有疯狂的时候<br />没有朋友聊天的时候<br />没有朋友的保护<br />没有朋友的埋怨<br />没有声音，没有笑声<br />再也没有天真单纯的世界<br /><br />一切回到原点<br />从新开始，从心开始<br />新的环境，新的朋友，新的人生，新的目标<br />或许说旧的不去新的不来<br />可是<br />拥有得太美了<br />所以不想失去<br /><br />亲情，友情，爱情，事业，健康，金钱<br />哪个比较重要？<br />时间可改变选择<br />三十年后会选择健康<br />二十年后会选择金钱<br />十年后会选择事业<br />五年后会选择爱情<br />现在，这一份这一秒，<br />平时把亲情放在第一位的我<br />选择了友情<br />唯能做的只有珍惜<br />珍惜如此熟惜的字<br />却那么的陌生<br />因为我不懂如何<br />没有人曾教过我如何珍惜<br /><br />你可懂吗？？？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-8060475443813634293?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-76783117454798249002008-09-28T22:22:00.001+08:002008-09-28T22:22:55.575+08:00一样的眼神<br />一样的笑容<br />一样的气质<br />一样的害羞<br />一样的坚强<br />一样静静的自信<br />一样都没有变<br />这次的从遇<br />让我觉得<br />感觉回来了。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-7678311745479824900?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-24659036566004902242008-09-26T09:21:00.001+08:002008-09-26T09:21:28.177+08:00when there are many ppl<br />i like to keep silent<br />like to think and observe<br />when there are few ppl<br />i like to talk in a limit<br />when there are two ppl<br />i like to talk a lot<br />and very emotional<br />when i am alone<br />it come back to the same thing..<br />i think a lot<br /><br />that's why when i hang out<br />wif a whole gang of friends<br />either i will remain silent<br />or form group and talk<br />that's why i like to talk wif my roommate<br />when there are only two ppl<br />that's why when i am alone<br />i like to write blogs<br /><br />I LIKE PEACE AND QUIET..<br />我喜欢宁静。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2465903656600490224?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-66394791736378885432008-09-24T19:30:00.002+08:002008-09-24T19:48:22.086+08:00两年半的时间<br />是你变了<br />还是我？<br />仔细想了好久<br />才知道<br />自己变了好多<br />讲的不是外表<br />环境的影响<br />把我变成这样<br />室友说改变是件好事<br />我可不知道<br />确实比以前更快乐<br />以前的我<br />总是我在讲<br />朋友在听在笑<br />现在的我<br />总是朋友不停的弄我笑<br />朋友都很关心我<br />知道我不行的事<br />都会特别保护我<br />总觉得像个长不大的孩子一样<br />我变了<br />当我再次回到以前朋友身边时<br />再也没有人在讲话时<br />再也没有人弄我笑时<br />要我像回以前的样子时<br />我办不到了<br />因为我变了...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6639479173637888543?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-25261330587480460612008-09-21T22:45:00.004+08:002008-09-21T23:17:28.221+08:00i hate waiting (but i like to be waited)<br />but sometimes there is nothing i can do except wait<br /><br />i hate destroying life<br />but sometimes they are juz so annoying<br /><br />i hate to be compared (but i like to compare)<br />but sometimes comparing help to improve myself<br /><br />i hate it when a person act pro<br />but if u act stupid ppl will believe through their eyes<br /><br />i hate to read or write in mandarin<br />but mandarin is the most beautiful language for me<br />a single word can tell the whole story<br /><br />i hate discrimination<br />but i do always on the side of chinese and woman's right<br /><br />there is always a BUT for everything<br />there is nothing like forever or always<br />there is nothing that is always true<br />except one......<br />....<br />..<br />.<br />there is nothing 100% sure in this world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2526133058748046061?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-61443020034896682772008-09-20T23:33:00.003+08:002008-09-21T00:55:41.151+08:00View back my last 2 posts<br />i really wanna apologize for my bad behavior<br />i seem like writing when i m drunk<br />really need to take care of my image<br />remember when i worked in the kindergarten<br />i was joking wif fren<br />i said: eii!! u don memburukkan nama saya<br />suddenly my boss who is the principal said:<br />its already contaminated la!!<br />then all of us laugh<br />miss them a lot.. a looooot reallyyy....<br />trying hard to take good care of my image whenever i go<br />BUT.. whenever i go<br />yeah.. i cant change<br />my supervisor already kew i am a laughter maniac<br /><br />yeah.. posting blog can also let ppl know<br />the other side of a person<br />thought wanna jaga imej through blog<br />mana chai bcum like dat..<br />haizzzz...<br /><br />oh ya.. juz now went to the singing competition<br />wahh saiii...<br />cc n sy's sister get 3rd place lo<br />siao siao..<br />although they don sing dat great<br />but to hv dat courage to stand on stage<br />is already a wow for me<br />congratulation cc!!!<br />throughout the competition<br />i keep on telling myself<br />i can sing too.. and even better u!!<br />hahaha.. but the courage is huge..<br />so.. next time la..<br />if there r chances..<br /><br />talking bout my blog<br />and other's blog also<br />make me realize everyone likes to write<br />bout bad things i mean the negative things<br />rage, sadness, hope, regret....<br />actually my mood was disturbed juz now by my best fren<br />but now batter d.. nid to learn to control..<br /><br />write bout bad things in these blogs<br />doesnt mean ur life is miserable<br />juz dat...<br />WAT U CANT GET IS ALWAYS THE BEST<br />dat's y u keep on writing ur insatisfaction<br />for me.. actually...<br />i am a very lucky girl<br /><br />i am very lucky as i hv my mom<br />who is my everything and i will do watever to make her smile<br />she is the greatest thing dat happen in my life<br />i m very lucky as i hv my dad<br />his curry is da best and helps da house chores sometimes<br />be our driver whnever we want<br />i m lucky to hv my brother<br />our relationships r good and<br />we can talk bout almost everything(except games)<br />i mean ppl seldom hv great brother n sister relationship<br />but i do..<br /><br />i m lucky to hv great friends<br />i m lucky to hv rw as my fyp partner<br />she was born to be a physicist<br />i m lucky to hv sh as my human encyclopedia<br />she knows about everything except 1..<br />which is........ physics... sighhhh.....<br />i m lucky to hv my roommate<br />who i can really talk to<br />i m lucky to stay in fajar<br />where i can wake up late<br />i m lucky to study in malaysia's best university<br />i m lucky to hv the factory project<br />i m lucky to hv a good supervisor<br />he is kind n patient to us<br /><br />i m lucky i m not ugly<br />i m lucky i m not fat<br />i m lucky i m not stupid<br />i m lucky i m not disable<br />i m lucky i m not poor<br />i m lucky ppl around me can accept who am i<br /><br />i m lucky to live and study in penang<br />where i wont be starving<br />as there are wonderful food<br />i m lucky to stay in malaysia<br />where there are no natural disaster<br />looking at the news in the paper<br />will really let u know how lucky r u!!!<br /><br />ppl keep on complaining<br />about life, money, love, study, politics, work n etc..<br />rather than complaining<br />look around....<br />we r much more lucky than others<br />rather than complainig<br />y don we appreciate wat we hv?<br />sometime i feel its really funny<br />its a crazy world making crazy ppl bcum crazy!!!<br />wake up my friend..<br /><br />my grandma always say dat i m very lucky<br />yes indeed it is..<br />and i m sure everyone is<br />it depend on how u think<br />when u feel bad about ur life<br />think of others who r even worse than u..<br />then u will realize....<br />........<br />.....<br />...<br />.<br />.<br />this is wat we call LIFE!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6144302003489668277?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-61715921466256398112008-09-19T17:31:00.002+08:002008-09-19T18:00:29.798+08:00nid to write another long post?<br />mai lahh..<br />cuz its really toooooo long 2 write<br />went to work and engineering campus today<br />realize lots of thing<br />first thing i wan to mention is<br />our supervisor.. ah lee..<br /><br />he likes to softly until i korek my ear shit<br />also cant hear him<br />in the car rw sit in front<br />i ma sit at the back lo<br />wahh lao ehhh<br />i nid ti bend my body near to them<br />especially ah lee<br />to really listen to wat he say<br />my back very pain la fren..<br /><br />then i lazy to listen liao<br />wanna rest my back<br />mana chai ah lee sudenly laugh so loud(nt as loud as mine la)<br />then bend again listen..<br />it go on and on for quite sometime<br />finally i surrender<br />listen to the music..<br /><br />ya talk bout music<br />the ah lee<br />cant cant stop playing wif his fingers<br />change the volume of radio,<br />change channel,<br />percik the water then wiper,<br />press the window button,<br />change direction of the air cond,<br />he keep on repeating the same thing....<br />nt dat i am exaggerating<br />its the truth<br /><br />go to eat<br />finally he cant finish his rice<br />a cat beside him<br />talk bout his love life<br />LOVE life?<br />wahh lao ehhh<br />he is our supervisor la...<br />belanja us eat again<br /><br />then reach engineering cam d lo<br />hamik campus lai<br />so damn boring eh<br />no ppl there<br />juz grass, thin eh tree (rw said like sh.. don tell her...)<br />bicycle, all 1 aras eh building<br />BUT no human?<br />where r them?<br />mm chai..<br /><br />then go c the dr.chow in bahan &amp; sumber eh campus<br />he boh eng ask us to wait<br />ma wait lo<br />ah lee wait at a plce where all the plants are dying<br />then we go explore<br />explore tiok all the lonkang gt grass eh<br />arggghhh,, rw keep repeating :<br />y the long kao gt grass eh?<br />wa mana chai?<br />plz la.. gt grass ma gt grass lo..<br /><br />then 3 pm liao go n meet the dr.<br />wahh his room very chinese<br />gt cny eh card, chinese word eh zhao chai jin bao<br />gt a big poster gt many rabbit eh(dunno y choose dat)<br />some more gt star chart lo.. wahh saiii<br />then 2 of them discuss using very down tone about the processing<br />we sit there listen but dunno wats going on<br />heard the door creetching,<br />sound of cricket or the air cond also dunno la<br /><br />finaly they finish then bring us go n chan guan lo<br />wahh saiii!!!<br />the machine 150k!!!<br />to produce hamik plastic<br />using hamik mold la<br />i also dunno<br />then go to a getah makmal<br />inside like cake makmal<br />baking round shape eh thing<br />some more gt like making roti chanai eh machine<br />wat i beh tahan is dat<br />gt student wear the white long coat<br />like the doctor wear eh<br />wahh laoo ehh<br />don hao lien la<br />walk here walk there wif pretty clothes..<br />BEH KUA NIA!!<br /><br />oh ya..<br />b4 dat.. the ah lee n dr. chow<br />they look like smuggling drugs<br />as the product to produce the plastic<br />come in some kind of flour.. a big pack eh<br /><br />then finish smuggling<br />ma go back liao lo<br />again dejavu<br />bend my back again<br />cant hear again<br />listen to music again<br />mistaken wat they said again<br /><br />then come back liao<br />write blog..<br />now nid to rest liao<br />very tired<br />actuallly lots of small particular things<br />but feeling tired<br />n wanna da pao my things go back liao...<br />adios.. sayonara.. bye.. zai jian.. selamat tinggal....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6171592146625639811?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-69770349914803890332008-09-18T20:23:00.002+08:002008-09-18T21:44:23.934+08:00Dont know why i can remember<br />every small single thing so well today<br />it keep on repeating and repeating while i sleep juz now<br />maybe i m tired n feeling like wanna sick d<br />start with morning.. no afternoon<br /><br />i woke up cant c my roommate's clock (i wear glasses remember?)<br />so i switch on my hp<br />wah saii 1.04pm liao<br />then go brush teeth<br />then force myself must eat something b4 going class<br />decided to eat maggie mee<br />rw told me there is a new heater at pantry<br />so try use the heater to cook my maggie mee<br />itik flavour eh( my favourite)<br />not bad.. the heater din let me down<br />very HOT!<br />then come back room change clothes<br />decide to wear yesterday clothes<br />as nid to leave 1 suitable clothes for tml<br />(the factory project project muz good image)<br />then eat the itik eh mee<br />wahh good also<br />dunno y rw gt bad image bout the MAMEE brand<br /><br />then 1.45 liao din wash my bowl<br />leave it at basin then rush to bus stop d<br />(only remember i still leave it there)<br />walk very fast<br />a purple bus in front of me<br />i told myself i can never catch the bus<br />regret after that<br />its jz in front of me only<br />REENA!!! WHY DON U RUN?<br />i should hv run<br />nvm i wait<br />finally a yellow bus reach d<br />again the uncle (who always open the front door only)<br />reached<br /><br />reached sk1 liao<br />search 4 rw n sh<br />they turn back and saw me then sit together( of course la)<br />the first thing.. GOSSIP!<br />walao ehhh!!<br />somebody gt gf liao lo<br />still diam diam<br />finally let our CNN know<br />u cham liao la<br />then sh describe the whole scenery<br />how she caught them<br />finish gossip then concentrate lo<br />zct 206 about the flip flop<br />hamik flip flip la<br />dunno wat is he teaching<br />keep on asking:<br />can u understand? (bout 5 or 6 times)<br />then at the end somemore<br />gv worksheet let us do<br />nid to pass up pula<br />draw the wave form output<br />dunno how to draw<br />finally<br />cin cai draw a nice PATTERN!!<br />haha.. pass up.. mission acomplished<br /><br />then go marketing class<br />rw follow oso cuz no saiko(physco)<br />then sae lz waving then ma sit with lz and kw they all lo<br />sh wan copy the 307 rw pun on her laptop<br />thought wan do our factory project eh ZEMAX<br />mana chai open once nia<br />play game liao<br />me leh dunno doing wat<br />then suddenly.......<br />i saw my name on the big screen<br />REENA CHEAH KHOE SIEW 93335 T<br />wat the heck is dat?!!<br />gai la i put my marketing in unit TERAS..<br />wtf??<br />how can i made such a mistake?<br />take out my slip n realise i really list it under f****** teras<br />wat to do? (this is dr. chong quote)<br />then talked bout the marketing product<br />my group do the cooler tumbler<br />rw said it already has such product<br />hamik la..<br />don care liao<br />kesikesi dunno dia punya kewujudan<br />then talk bout ching ching going final singing competition<br />wahhsaii..<br />can u imagine? cc singing on stage!!<br />feel like wanna go supprt her ma<br />she n soon ying's sister will sing "yuan dian"<br />nice song but i wan see them perform<br />then at the back of my row<br />the thien sing keep on repeating the same sentence<br />"i wan 2 study semicon liao"<br />or "aiyo cannot, i muz study liao cannot shu hor chun siong"<br />alost 5 or 6 times(i cant stand thing keep on repeating i get frust)<br />at the end of the class he still saying dat<br />then i said:<br />enough liao la y u keep on repeating the same thing?<br />sh said wat i told her dat day:<br />keep on repeating can get old.. haha<br />ts then replied:<br />i wan copy kp ma<br />walaoo ehh... wu yan.. (it means nothing to say)<br />then saw his hp and he said rm300 nia<br />who the hell will believe dat?<br />a slim nokia hp wf camera n mp3 eh worth 300 nia?<br />he is so confident saying:<br />if 300 arn chua? (again keep on repeatingggg)<br />arghhh.. i wanna siao kii<br />sh said:<br />if 300 so cheap then gv to me lo<br />better still<br />haizz.. very long ah the conversation<br />my fingers tired liao<br />wait 4 sh finish her 307 notes<br />then go to physics school<br />wanna ask the stupid minor unit lo<br /><br />reach physic school<br />the pejabat as usual<br />beautiful lady sitting at their small comer<br />dunno wanna ask who<br />the i ma cin cai said:<br />excuse me..<br />ask liao she said go chancelori (dunno how to spell)<br />then go down wanna meet ah chong<br />(dr.chong.. we already cum to da stage dat<br />can call him like this.. haha)<br />he boh ti..<br /><br />then go bus stop to chancelori wif sh<br />sh said she gaduh wif her mom yest<br />they din talk for whole night<br />but finally she win also<br />her mom called her to wake up this morning<br />then she wan eat moi and her mom cut the giam nui 4 her<br />wat kind of pergaduhan is this<br />finally she explain is not her fault<br />ok la ok la..<br />don wan listen to her explaination<br />then bus some liao<br />again purple eh bus<br /><br />up the bus then down the bus<br />say bye bye 2 sh<br />she then sit in front of the bus<br />u know the 1 seat only dat above the sampah tang eh<br />yeah.. she sat there<br /><br />then went to the chancelori<br />wahh lao ehhhhh!!!!<br />they keep on pushing me from here to there<br />i went 1 place the lady ask me to do downstair<br />i went downstair the lady ask me go 5th floor<br />go 5th floor she ask me go downstair!!!!!!<br />WAT THE FUCK IS THIS?????<br />wat kind of system is this?<br />nobody can really gv me a satified answer<br />finally gv me pink paper<br />write down the things<br />somemore need to gv the dean sign<br />then gv it to them<br />so mahuan eh things.. i hate so much!!!!<br />wat to do? (again ah chong eh quote)<br />din settle yet<br />very tired d so decide to do it nex time<br />keeping the pink paper dat time almost4.45<br />so pejabat wanna kam diam<br />so din go settle d lo<br /><br />then stomach crying liao<br />go eat<br />rw wan go red house eat<br />ma go lo<br />on the way we drop ny on the pool<br />wahh saiii..<br />nice pool!!! (yeah i know i veli sampat)<br />never been there b4<br />touch the water liao<br />satisfied d<br /><br />then go to eat<br />i ate chicken n toufu<br />the fat lady gave me 2 pieces eh toufu nia<br />not enough lo<br />but i keep quiet<br />finish eating not full<br />i order again<br />bring my plate there and she looked at me said:<br />har??<br />i said:<br />wo yao jia fan ( iwan add rice la.. stupid)<br />then i ate a piece of fish and lam the gulai chiap nia<br />rm2.20<br />juz now 2.80 thwn 2.20<br />walao ehhh<br />rm 5 eh economy rice<br />i mean it not expensive<br />but y am i eating like this?<br />then rw told me bout the<br />'money not enough' eh story<br />vely funny n touching eh story i heard<br />so she ma told me lo<br />she keep on saying<br />the movie 3 brothers eh mother always said:<br />"chi chut hee hor kua, yi eh simpu chin pai si, yi eh gia boh loh yong"<br />saying this show is nice, the doughter in law very cruel<br />the children is very boh loh yong...<br /><br />finsh hearing and eating then walk back lo<br />walao ehhh!!!<br />walk up the hill<br />kill me la...<br />then finally reach hostel d<br />home sweet home<br />i was super tired<br />reached my room<br />put down my bag,<br />take out my hp,<br />change my clothes,<br />i jump on my bed<br />sleep.. zzzz....<br /><br />then my roomate back d<br />she aas always ko chai study<br />i still sleep<br />she very nice la<br />juz on her table lamp nia<br />scared wake me up ma<br />i bu ren xing then wake up<br />on the big light 4 her<br />then go to bathe<br />after bathe wanna write today boring eh journey<br />but my roommate<br />wanna tell me her things<br />bout her fyp la<br />her ah teh la (again is dr. teh)<br />get mad liao<br />our conclusion is:<br />never ever make u GUY get ANGRY<br />wah lao ehh<br />wat happend to guys nowadays?<br />so sensitive eh<br />now very liu xing all look like girls face eh guy..<br />beh guai la their attitude also keep on changing..<br />hahahaha (kidding nia la.. like dat oso angry)<br /><br />then wat?<br /><br />ya.. write blog lo<br />wanna study my ZEMAX 4 tml<br />tml ou boon kheng(supervisor)<br />wanna bring us to usm engineering school<br />to visit dunno wat la<br />good la.. anticipating...<br />wanna study the ZEMAX eh<br />ut on latop nia..<br />can on9 ma bcum like dat lo<br />then on the TT player<br />listen to the first song<br />xu ru yun eh lei hai..<br />then start to write untill now lo<br /><br />is it very perticular today?<br />yeah.. i feel it too<br />bcuz my fingers very tired now<br />ok la till here nia la<br />wanna stdy my ZEMAX liao<br />wahh lao ehh<br />cham la<br />i repeat many time ZE...<br />I HATE REPEATING!!!<br /><br />what a DAY!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-6977034991480389033?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-54912627348118540592008-09-16T22:56:00.002+08:002008-09-16T23:44:07.822+08:00most of the time<br />we speak to express ourselves<br />but that don really works on me<br />i like using words to express<br />no matter letters, sms, or blogs<br />some people draw to express<br />as pictures say a thousand words<br />some ppl sing to express<br />through lyrics, musics or rhythm<br />some ppl art<br />through designs, colours, textures or shapes perhaps..<br />some use sign language<br />for those less fortunate<br />some rather take an action<br />to show whatever they want to they express<br />even babies cry<br />juz to express their insatisfaction<br />but at the end<br />still feel dat to speak<br />is the best way to express<br />as sincerity can be felt<br />i once apologize to my mom<br />not juz cin cai apologize<br />like saying: sorry la...<br />i said:<br />sorry ya, juz now i.......<br />after apologizing face to face to her<br />her mood was 180 degree change<br />she changed from banging things to smiling<br />can u imagine that?<br />that feeling is wonderful<br />although i made mistake<br />but i feel so proud of myself<br />then only realize..<br />sorry is not the hardest word...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-5491262734811854059?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-41779985804966122002008-09-16T21:53:00.000+08:002008-09-16T22:17:25.965+08:00记得有首歌<br />好喜欢歌词的一部分<br />唱着：<br />“~~就该随身带着一把剪刀<br />把所有我不爱的画面都去掉<br />至少我会更好~~”<br />真的希望可以去掉不想看到的画面。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-4177998580496612200?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-15187287176436859152008-09-14T22:30:00.002+08:002008-09-14T22:49:45.049+08:00突然<br />一切停止<br />那美丽的曲子<br />反复听了几遍<br />感动了<br />感觉好自由<br />没有了包袱<br />飞翔着离开这里<br />到哪里从新开始<br />好久没有这种感觉了<br />好轻松<br />好自然<br />好像在世界的另一端<br />想哭<br />但还是吞回去了<br />看见了希望<br />如果机会来了<br />一定会作出选择<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-1518728717643685915?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-23282210879118339692008-09-12T17:44:00.003+08:002008-09-12T18:00:12.550+08:00i start to scared although is the 2nd time<br />going the company d<br />i only get tense when i am inside<br />although its juz a small company<br />then suddenly all the things dat ppl say about working<br />flash through my mind<br />they put us in small meeting room<br />can still remember how they look at us<br />keep on shaking hands and nodding head<br />until i cant take my breath<br />i m so blur and confusing about wat actually we nid to do<br />and i picture it on my face<br />until the HR manager ask me:<br />r u all rite? u look confusing..<br />he asked twice and the 2nd time i told him:<br />i am always like dat<br />different ppl gv different response<br />some r so 'dao' and don even hv time to bother u<br />the R&amp;D manager is a french<br />wahh saiii!!!<br />i feel like so little compare to them<br />everyone is busy doing their thing<br />and rw n i dunno doing wat there<br />but watever also need to muka tembok<br />and continue the job<br />gotta start next week d<br />hopefully everything will come suun suun<br />and go suun suun...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2328221087911833969?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-43422917363829981832008-09-11T22:42:00.004+08:002008-09-12T18:01:09.302+08:00It happened yesterday<br />yesterday no mood so dint write it<br />my roommate's school bag had been stolen yesterday<br />how can this happen?<br />the story is:<br />she had test at the library 2 there<br />and the bag is left on the rack as usual<br />then when she came out the bag is gone<br />some ppl's purse are gone too<br />then go 4 a report as there is a cctv<br />luckily there is a cctv as we can know wat actually do happen<br />then they went inside the cctv room<br />and for the thief<br />finally...<br />he came and find a target<br />which is my roommate's bag<br />he assume that is his bag<br />and kesi kesi chatting on the phone<br />then start to touch and search for purse in other ppl's bag<br />then throw everything inside 'his' bag<br />that is how it happen<br />jabatan keselamatan ask to wait for 3 days<br />but i think there is no need to wait<br />as they cant capture him<br />my roommate saw him wearing a formal grey shirt<br />cant even have a clear look on his face<br />wat kind of society is this<br />no more justice<br />if like that i will go and steal<br />as i know i will not be arrested haha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-4342291736382998183?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-37465444272523022502008-09-11T00:23:00.002+08:002008-09-11T00:31:28.952+08:00Lies is a no for a buddhist<br />lies make everything look perfect<br />lies make things easy but it end up in a mess<br />lies create more lies<br />i lied<br />lies make me lost<br />lies make me suffer<br />it has come to a stage where it's hard 4 me to lie anymore<br />but...<br />i still need to lie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-3746544427252302250?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-3516968845976470712008-09-11T00:21:00.000+08:002008-09-11T00:23:42.986+08:00Music makes me think a lot today<br />something wrong with me<br />the same thing keep on repeating in my mind<br />that feeling is back again<br />after i decided to give up<br />that feeling is back again<br />feeling like crying<br />its hard to live live inside this box<br />wish to spread my wings and fly away<br />to anywhere without destiny<br />without any worries and responsibility<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-351696884597647071?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-1011771215219138312008-09-10T00:29:00.002+08:002008-09-10T00:51:05.194+08:00A small single thing can make me think<br />a small single thing can make me happy, sad or angry<br />people will not notice it when they did the small single thing<br />we too will not notice it when we did the small single thing<br />juz a small glance will make me happy<br />juz a small yell will make sad and angry<br />it might be some kind of balasan that i did during the old days<br />i feel like pinching but they might feel like punching<br />now it has come to me<br />becoming more and more sensitive<br />ppl might feel like nothing<br />but it disturb my mood<br />dragging me from the highest point to the lowest point<br />although its a small single thing<br />its a major big thing that really hurt<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-101177121521913831?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-27429534327967140882008-09-05T00:02:00.003+08:002008-09-05T00:31:58.935+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SMANMRRrRuI/AAAAAAAAABM/5ou8EVc7Bfw/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rbt06ahwO9o/SMANMRRrRuI/AAAAAAAAABM/5ou8EVc7Bfw/s200/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242204470706390754" border="0" /></a><br />without those dot<br />its not a polka dot anymore<br />juz like life without something bad<br />its not life anymore<br />juz like human without those imperfection<br />its not human anymore<br />may be u'll say u rather want a life without those dots<br />as there are no downs in life<br />then u wont know how to appreciate life anymore<br />may be u'll say u rather want to be a person without those dots<br />then its not u anymore<br />dots are not always ugly<br />it juz depend on how u see it<br />imperfection make human a human<br />imperfection make human learn to appreciate<br />imperfection make human keep on improving<br />imperfection make human perfect...<br />as we said :"不完美中的完美”。<br />juz as the polka dots<br />without the dots its not perfect anymore...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2742953432796714088?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-28186454202808459182008-09-04T02:42:00.000+08:002008-09-04T02:54:48.434+08:00Suddenly realize that ppl are not like wat we see<br />cant believe that a person like him can bahave in such a way<br />so sentimental<br />are guys always behave like this?<br />they don like to show out their feeling or express themselves in public<br />but actually inside they are soft and weak juz like the girls!<br />is that the way for u to stay macho?<br />i know ppl are very stupid<br />they see with their eyes<br />whatever they see they'll probably believe it<br />realize dat watever a person do inside only do matter<br />but human will make a decision by the outside<br />juz like packaging<br />u'll never buy something dat look unconvincing<br />i admit too dat i also see with my eyes<br />keep on asking myself to see with my heart<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-2818645420280845918?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-7370963633255859082008-09-03T21:24:00.000+08:002008-09-03T21:44:39.016+08:00After resting for a few days<br />feeling like become lazy a lot cuz no more test or assignment or lab<br />that make me lazy going class<br />it can be seen that my performance has drop<br />a lot now compare to year 1<br />during yr 1:<br />8 o'clock class i wake up at 7<br />yr 2:<br />8 o'clock class i wake up at 715 or 720<br />yr 3 (now):<br />8 o'clock class i wake up at 745<br />cant believe wat i've done!<br />waking up at 745 is such a hurry and going to my spanish class by bus<br />and of course late la<br />but i can reach there at 8.07<br />its a record...<br />it seems dat i am declining n bcum really lazyyyy<br />wat bother me a lot is dat<br />beside lazy i EAT a loooot<br />i seldom eat breakfast<br />but at diner time my stomach is like a sponge<br />he absorb watever i throw inside<br />after finishing a meal i am not hungry anymore<br />but i can still eat, eat and eat non stop<br />shu hua said when somebody eat a lot there r 2 reasons<br />1st reason is u r pressured<br />2nd reason u r too bored n hv nothing to do<br />mine might be the 2nd reason<br />am so afraid i will look like my dad if i keep on like this<br />he is thin when he is young and look really like a super star<br />but now... bigbig size..<br />its a nightmare if this thing continue happening to me<br />i am back to normal for not sitting in front of my laptop for long hours d<br />cuz i've found other ways..<br />which is bad idea again....... haizzzzzzz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-737096363325585908?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721696632639255068.post-92050645298209082522008-08-29T12:24:00.000+08:002008-08-29T12:45:54.046+08:00Since my room can online<br />i used to be in front of my laptop and 0nline<br />until very late at night<br />although usm hotspot sucks as it block some of the website<br />want to watch some online movie also cannot.. haizzz..<br />but i still dont understand why i can hang on it until so late<br />looking ppl pic's, ppl's blog, surfing some cool website<br />really need to stop all tiz<br />this make me lazy to go go to class as i m tired cuz on9 till v late<br />hate myself for being like this<br />for the whole week i use to e going to class once which is yesterday<br />yesterday went to visit the company, iq group<br />its a small company<br />and wat make me worry is that<br />i need to start driving again as i need to go there everyday during the sem break<br />what can i do with that?<br />driving seems to be nightmare for me<br />hate all those feeling that make me afraid of the future<br />always get to dream dat i cant sempat to break my car and accident<br />i always get to mati enjin and my driving skill sucks<br />but ireally need to have more confident and faith in doing wat m i suppose to do<br />dont juz keep on saying that i need to change<br />but at the end i don even move<br />juz give me some time i'll stop using the net<br />i need music when i study and my cd player spoilt d (y choose now)<br />so again i need to open my laptop<br />again juz gv me some time i'll learn driving frm all ovr agin<br />Hate this feeling when need to start frm zero again<br />war between my brain and heart always happen<br />the heart want to online<br />but the brain say u nid to stop it already<br />the heart is scared to drive again<br />but the brain say u hv no f****** choice<br />ppl always say we need to follow the heart<br />but wat about me?<br />we always need to the RIGHT thing.........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1721696632639255068-9205064529820908252?l=reenacheah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13774051345014112825noreply@blogger.com2