Sunday, April 20, 2008

dust of wind

maybe im worrying for nothing. ive got to know that this dream is not shared. and its only mine. i do agree sometimes im living in my own world, wanting to be fairies in the skies. but its nvr gonna be in the world of harsh reality. sometimes i felt like speaking up but afraid that ppl are just too busy with their lil petty things. y are ppl too selfish and dont divide themselves equally. they are greddy asif it made them feel like giant. materials are materials and they're nvr gonna last unless u placed them beside you in grave. but a soul will stay within you, no matter how many decades or centuries after your death. its still sad when ppl dont appreciate others around them.

tell me how m i suppose to breathe with no air. my current pick up of song!

Posted by this other girl at 4:49 PM

its just the beginning

i managed to survive the first week somehow. felt pretty bonded w my three classes alr. enjoyed it even thou the hectic schedule. i always pray that things would be fine for me as well as others whom are closely related. if others are still searching for some reasons to condemn me, watever.

ive learnt to sweat, lose voice, sore my throat and be very very patient. the key is, to learn and nvr stop learning till the day my contract ends.

Posted by this other girl at 2:26 AM

Thursday, April 17, 2008

how fascinating

its not easy. thats all i have to say. but i love the respect gained. =)

Posted by this other girl at 9:03 AM

Sunday, April 06, 2008

one more day

for one thing i know, i have only a day left before i start to work. sounds sad, but this has to be if i wanna be a shopaholic. hohoho. few days back were well spent and especially today thou i was tied down with everlasting nervousness. but its also amazing that im feeling relieved and happy rite now after meeting the family tree.

in another week, my teenage ambition is realised. insyallah.

ok, i want to sleep but i dont think i can.

oh anw, i believe in both of us.

Posted by this other girl at 1:36 AM