Hate~

I look tough
Act tough
And seem tough from a distance...
I admit,
I am tough...
But i never hate anyone if I can help it.
  I always think that hating someone is a waste of time. At first, I can simply hate anyone. Be a beggar lying on the streets, a teacher, or my own friend. But, someone told me that, hating somone needs a lot more energy compared to loving a person. I start to hate people less then. That person, is my aunt^^
  Whenever I hate someone new, I banish all the other haters I was hating at that time. Why increase high blood pressure by hating someone? My current hated person is "The Egg", but no one else. I hate no one, not even those berlagak sombong, or high and mighty or sourpuss-princess-spoiled type. Because hating someone, means you are no better than that person but to waste your time hating her.
  My remedy for hating people is mostly like this:

Think ways of making that person suffer.

or

Totally ignore her/his existence

  or

Make everyone hate her/him

However, I prefer loving people. I really like it when people love me. It amkes me feel wanted, like I am born to be part of this world. I know, it sounds really corny... Too bad that is how I feel~ Which is why I love school and try to have as many friends as possible. Because I crave love and affection from people. That is the only thing I ask from people. To give me some attention and to love me genunely, as a friend, or sister, or daughter.

To all the people that hate me (especially teachers) I am really sorry. I guess I shouldn't win your affection like how I try to win my friends' affection. However, I am really only needing love and attention. Please don't think too badly of me kay? everyone? '3'

** Hope you forgive me guys^^ and I hope this post is useful to you...**

Random...

" Heyyy!!1 look at that gorgeous guy!! he can carry 50kg weights, and a woman on top!!!!! AAAAHHH!!!! He's so damn HUNKY!!! and strong!!!!!" *faints*...
No one notice the thin, frail looking man cleaning the floor covered in sweat...
He has been doing it for umpteen years....
Yet, without the frail cleaner... 
The strong man will one day fall in his own sweat...
Then, what is the use of the strong man?
Shouldn't the cleaner hold a more important place in the society? 
"Mommy, i wanna be a garbageman when i'm all grown up!!"
"Are you crazy dear? Garbagemen are people that don't have n education. They're useless!"
With those words, the dreams of a little boy got shattered.
Yet..
If there is no such thing as a garbageman,
We have to live in a world full of garbage.
We say the garbageman do not know anything,
But do we knw how to get rid of rubbish?
All we know is that, when we throw rubbish, the rubbish will dissapear the next day...
It did not cross our minds that the garbagemen (MPSP) play an important role in the world.
"Honey, this chicken and cabbage casserole is delicious!! The cook must be very skilled!"
Not, "This farmer must be a very hardworking man to have grown and produce such succulent cabbages and chicken!"
We all think of the person that did something. But not the source. 
A statue made of pure gold can be remarkably gorgeous.
We praise the designer.
Yet, we did not think of the people that made the statue, the people tht work hard at their own risk to find gold everyday, and God...
God is the one that made all these things available for Man...

Willpower

  Running away from home is a common subject on the mouths of teenagers these days. I gotta admit, I talk about running from home freely with my friends at school. But seriously, I have never really thought about running away. Number one, I am the type of person that believes in god and karma. I never did things that is remarkably harmful or bad. Running away needs money, my savings are little, and I am not ready to steal. Number two, I have a strong sense of willpower that can help me overcome sadness and makes me think positively. Last but not least, I have my friends and family's feelings to consider. Even if I run away from my parents and hate them out of their wits, I still have to think of my friends and maybe even teachers. Someone I know ran away, her friends are currently fretting and worrying, some even crying about her. Naturally, her family is remarkably sad.
  Running away from trouble will just make the problem seem more difficult to handle. Have you ever thought? You can't go into running forever... the police is bound to find you. When you come home, what will you do? Say sorry? Plead for forgiveness and comfort? Ask for the help from friends? Not too late, but doing it earlier will cause more heartbreak.
  I'm glad God gave me a sense of willpower. For those who don't, go find help. God is like playing a game with us, don't you see? Not a bad game, just a game to test us, the strongest one survives, the weak ones loses. Gods play this game fair. The things that can help us pass the tests are around us. If we find it, we win, too weak and scared to strive... LOSE!!! duh...

  Anyhow, the person that ran away is causing her freinds to be sad and irritated. I hope she can come back and they'll give her a talk on...     

My thoughts...

  Things are not always as it seems... Sometimes, you are sure that that thing might happen to you, but it doesn't. You end up wondering why...
  For instance, I have always thought that I'm the bravest girl in class. I still am... But one day, someone will be born in this world and come to this school that might be better than me. My mum and dad always told me, "one mountain is bigger than the other". We sould never underestimate others, even if they are disabled.
  I hate people that treat the disabled as though they are different from us. They are not, actually. Some disabled are even better than us because they try. Try to do the things that they think they can't do. I can't swim. But that doesn't mean a person with no hands or legs can't... I wouldprobably learn faster, but I don't want to. Yet, the disabled wants to and risk drowning. That's what I salute about them, their ability to survive, never give up, and the patience to TRY. I treat the girls that are mentally disabled in my school likeI would treat my friends, except I don't actually communicate cause we're not really close. I hate it when I see a bunch of kids in my school bullying one of them. I also don't like it and reprimanded ny OWN friends for being scared of the mentally disabled kids in my school. I think it's unfair for them. They don't WANT to be like that.
  I think that fear is different for everyone. What seems like normal to us might be scary to others. For instance, I don't really mind cheeking the teachers or giving snide remarks in class as I know the teachers' boundaries and will not overdo it. But my friend, a potential prefect does not dare. She's afraid the teacher will scold her. When facing our worst nightmares, we may not be afraid of other people's nightmare, but our OWN nightmare may cause a lifetime dilemma.
  The love towards someone means you can do anything for that person. Your mind always jump to that person, no matter what you do. And you would always wanna see that person happy. When one of our love ones pass on, we should continue living. You may think that the deceased person will feel aggravated to see you happy when he/she is dead. But if that person truly loves you, he/she would be more contented to see you happy.
  I am the type of person that loves everyone and expect to be loved back. Unfortunately, sometimes my wish does not come true. How are you gonna call a teacher that is your favourite to love you?!*for example* You want to hug her in school and expects to be hugged back? CRAZY MAN!!!

My lessons of HORROR

I go to school, everyday,
With a skip in my step.
I keep my happiness all at bay,
Though I really wanna rap.
When class starts i'm like OMG!
I feel like I want to die,
Cause the teacher comes in with a grim reaper's face,
She's like, "you all are gonna be dead"(practically)

I start off the day with a whiff of BM,
Oh GAWD is that the worst!
What's the good of sitting like in horror camp,
In a hot class I'm fit to burst!
The teacher, my "kind" Pn. B,
Will say a pleasant good afternoon,
We all know what she is gonna say next,
It's, "pick up those rubbish! you baboon!" (cut the baboon part, s'  not true)

Then we put in some great English,
Which is kind of my favourite lesson,
However the teacher kicks me out of class.
And gives me a dimerit which throws me out of heaven.
My "sweet" teacher Pn. C,
Will joke according to mood,
This makes all the children suffer.
For mood swings is never good!

Add a bunch of Sejarah,
Which is intresting and really confusing.
The same name is used a million times,
How can we even think?!
Our pretty Ms. Pam is kinda alright,
Though I HATE the way she ask.
Questions and questions continually,
We don't have a chance to answer!!!

And then we have a pinch of Science,
With the wise and boring Pn.J.
Science used to be a lesson of intrest,
But now, I think it's so lame!
Microorganisms used to be fun time,
But now it is no more,
What happens when carbon dioxide collides with lime?
Oh! What a waste of time!!

Add all this and garnish with Geography,
Which is the worst of them all.
I hate having to learn the maps,
As for exams I fail the whole paper!
Luckily, i'm not the worst after all!
Still I hate it,
I wanna banish it,
And I guess, that's about all...

Place it on a plate,
And eat it with grapes,
Then see if you like the flavour...
Of a few teachers,
With the fun of a flea.
Teach the class,
Named 1 SUCI!

The
End ~hope you like it!! ^^

My soul...

  My soul feels like a bird... torn between two worlds. A bird in a cage... able to open the latch and break free... If the bird breaks free, the family and friends will be positively delighted. But the owner would be absolutely devastated. Which side should birdy go? Her brain is torn between confusion... The owner who cared and love her? Or the freedom and company of family and friends? What could she do...?

Be yourself

I hate people who acts like they are all good just so they can impress,

I hate people that curls up to teachers to get good grades,
I mutter angrily when someone dares not speak up,
And wonders crossly why people always give up!

I loathe people that says things behind your back,
Hey! If you hate me... say it to myface,
I don't like people who write things in fb like:
I hate v......, o...... and things like that.

I don't like cowards who act all sweet,
Then stabs you behind your back like a F...... creep,
People who sucks up to you are nothing but leech,
Humans who acts superior is nothing but SHIT!!!

The things I say I sometimes do,
Especially in a new crowd, I am hopelessly doomed!!!
But still I try, not to be a coward,
And be myself, because I like my style..

I AM special, i'm not boasting,
Casue that's what everyone's born out to be!
A champion, a star, a king, a queen,
Anything that you can think...
But remember, the most important thing
Is to always be YOURSELF!!!