Pretty Girls = Drama Queen

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CikMelati don't know what's there to worry about Industrial Training. I mean, come on, easy measy!

And what confusing me more is what my girl friends worry about:

"What should I wear?"

"Should I wear heels?"

"Do I need to put on makeups?"

"Do I look like a schoolgirl if I don't lilit-lilit tudung?"

LMAO!
Laugh My Armpit Off

It's hard to be a girl. The super self-conscious attitude is in our DNA, so we can't help it!


And for men, you don't have the right to call us silly and ridiculous, coz the judging-the-opposite-sex-by-appearance attitude is in your DNA. So we're even.

LOL!
Lovin' Orange Lollipop

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Anyway, a friend said something that makes me want to laugh, coz she meant to praise me but my rotten brain translate it as "somehow offensive":

She said: "I envy how your makeups look natural on you"

My rotten brain translated: "You wear a lot of makeups but to no effect."




Haha.

Cara semak status tajaan MARA

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Baru2 ni CikMelati baru je terjumpa satu page yang sangat cool untuk pelajar di bawah tajaan MARA (yang dapat loan pun dikira 'tajaan' juga ye).

www3.mara.gov.my/ebaki1
(yes, it's "www3", not "www")

Page ni membolehkan korang:

1. Semak status tajaan MARA
2. Semak berapa banyak korang dah berhutang so far
3. Semak jadual bayaran balik (available lepas setahun tamat belajar)
4. Buat mental reminder untuk work hard, lepas tersedar yang hutang korang menambun

In case korang sengal2 bahasa, tak reti camne nak proceed, meh sini CikMelati terangkan. (sila klik kat gambar kalau tak jelas)

1) Buka www3.mara.gov.my/ebaki1

Dia dah kata, "bagi pengguna baru, sila klik di sini". Sila jangan buat2 tak paham bahasa. Klik je situ.

2) Register



3) Ta-daa!~ Korang dah ada page sendiri, camni:

Klik kat no akaun korang tu okeh. And enjoy your new page.

The confession of a broken heart (Letter to dad)

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I'm so emotional now. It's creepy.

Maybe it's the midnight breeze... and all of the sudden this song played on my player.



Emotionless, by Good Charlotte.



I used to like this song because I originally thought I can relate to the lyrics. Then I heard the part "I miss you", and all of the sudden the song is not in my fave list anymore.

But now that I'm 22, and I've learned that anyone have their own potentials on being jerks no matter how angelic they can look like, I totally approve this song.

I'm imagining I'm sending a letter to my dad exactly like this.

Exactly like this.




*****


Hey dad,
I'm writing to you
Not to tell you that I still hate you
Just to ask you how you feel
and how we fell apart
How this fell apart

Are you happy out there in this great wide world?
Do you think about your son?
Do you miss your little girl?
When you lay your head down
How do you sleep at night?
Do you even wonder if we're all right?

But we're all right
We're all right

It's been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
You broke my mother's heart
You broke your children for life
It's not ok, but we're all right
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
Now, I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive

The days I spent so cold, so hungry
were full of hate
I was so angry
Those scars run deep inside this tattooed body
There's things I'll take to my grave
But I'm okay
I'm okay

It's been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
You broke my mother's heart
You broke your children for life
It's not ok, but we're all right
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just a long lost memory of mine
Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive
Now, I'm still alive

Sometimes I forgive
Yeah, and this time I'll admit,
that I miss you
said I miss you


******


Ironic, that I used to hate him so much. But now, how I wish he would call, even if that means my scars will bleed again...