Yes, my people. This song is so nice, it’s worth to be published as one of the posts in my blog! Yea Yea people, listen to this song and sing to it! Will make you feel happier even life sucks balls in reality! Haha. Thanks to Kip.

Le video : noun masculin

That’s why my title is “I Love Him” (eventhough got some special meaning in there) haha

Haha, I’ve been tagged by Farah!

Rules::-

* Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
* Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog .

7 facts that best describe yourself (tagged by Farah)

1. A good listener.

2. A loner (sometimes).

3. Food lover = Big eater

4. Loves to make new friends, but will easily ignore people if they start to show their freakishness.

5. My family is my priority.

6. A book lover.

7. Music makes my my world go round!

You’ve been tagged also!

K. Nisah, Amy, Adnin, Ryan, Em, Idzrul.

Hello folks. Well, i guess this few months are the leaving months for me. Everybody left me. At first, it was the German students, they went to Germany to pursue their studies for a year. Even its only a year, i still can’t meet with them next year because i’ll be leaving when they’re back! Merdes. Then, Nadege, Miss Ho n Thomas went off. I don’t really care bout Miss Ho, because with her presence, we can do nothing also. Wahaha.. Evil Jessica. But, Nadege’s absence really gave me a big impact. What? I’m not as hardworking as before. That’s all. Ahha!

And, during Mr. Thomas’s farewell meeting, he actually cried. Sobb Sobb. And he gave each of us a book. And mine, entitled La Controverse de Valladolid by Jean-Claude Carrière. He put some ucapan also, and they said my ucapan is the longest. Hua~

Monsieur Le Professeur

Monsieur Le Prof, et mon livre! Merci Thomas! =D

His love letter for me. Haha. No la, his last words.. blabla..

Thank you so much for the book Thomas. =D (As if he’s reading).

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Let’s move on to the next topic. Few weeks later, there are quite a number of things happened. Well, weirdo is always bothering everyone, and that’s one of the stupidest thing that i would love to avoid. Weirdo weirdo weirdo. He’s so freaky i wished someone could just bang him on his head! Grr. Ok, i’m not going to repeat everything because basically, he does the same thing everyday. Heavy perfume, bla bla. Then, after the raya, there’s this Music Appreciation thingy and the music teacher is asking me to play. No, he’s not asking. Initially, he’s forcing me to perform! And i don’t even know what song to play. What, Jay Chou’s Secret Piano Collection? F* that. No one in IPBA can actually understand what classical music means, so if i play those songs, they’d just dose off or listen to their MP3s. Right. If those people can actually value these musics like the students in ‘High School Musical’, i might just agree to play. But, they’re not. Gah! *Come on gimme some ideas on what to play on the piano..*

However, for once, i am anticipating for the raya holidays, although i don’t celebrate raya. But who cares? Haha.

p/s : Okay, bout that performance thingy, i am quite shy to perform on stage, because i have never perform since, i was 17. Gosh! I’m dying. Can’t ever breath.

Tension sial, living in a place with all the craps you have to cope with. I really have to find something to make my life meaningful and happy in that place called IPBA. I love my studies. I want to continue loving it, but somehow, there are something that distract me from continuing what i love to do. I hate to be the one pointed as a bad example, even though i might look like i don’t really care. But its certainly a shame that people actually look at you from the appearance, not judging you for what you really are. And before knowing and noticing someone dengan lebih mendalam, you don’t go accusing that someone when you don’t even know who she really is. Guess what, i am that someone being accused. It definitely hurts, ok? Like Kip said “this sucks balls u know?”. (Thanks Kip)

Getting stuck in this so called kebabian-situation, i really think that i need some time to ignore all this kebabian and just move on with my life. Why? Well what is the use of mourning over all this problems we had, when some people don’t even want to care about your feelings? Wounds on your body; the pain goes away slowly but the scars remain. Wounds in your heart; the pains remain but there is no scar. So now, i am “si blessée, si stressée”. I didn’t choose to feel sad, but things that happened everyday are the source of my sorrow. ~~“Don’t be satisfied with high marks”, “Work in groups! Share your knowledge! Don’t bodoh sombong!!”~~ These are the phrases that keep haunting me everyday. Ada lagi : (when she asked the class a question, nobody would answer, and suddenly a weirdo answered it) ~~That is why your marks are low, you let other people voice out”~~ Heellllllooooooo????????? My marks are better than weirdo’s lah. Whats the use of studying to get high marks laaaaa kalau orang just know how to condemn you! Arghhhhhhhh…

Yesterday morning ’she’ gave us back our essay papers, (essay on corruptions in France) and ’she’ said ’she’ was not satisfied because we did not do proper research on that essay. ‘She’ demanded for some reports or citations from any organisation. Guess what, in my paper, i did write some citations and reports from SOFRES (Société française d’études par sondages) but ’she’ said “None of you have write what i wanted,” … So bayangkan how terasa i was yesterday. Why? Did ’she’ read my essay or not? Am i invisible to her?

And that weirdo also nak kena, keep doing weird things. I didn’t call him weirdo for nothing ok. Imagine someone sitting beside you, keep looking at you when you are doing things, and keep kissing the table, put on heavy perfume, blablabla. Tak nak la kutuk dia lebih lebih pula, i just ‘beh tahan’ with him, want him to ‘chau nia’. Chau from my table also good already.

These are the only problem that i wish i can solve because one of it really kacau me. The only solution is just go straight at ‘her’ face and say whatever so ’she’ won’t talk all that again, but ’she’s’ my teacher. I have to respect ‘her’. Gr. Now i regret for being a spoilt child when i was 17 and below. Hardly listen to mom. Study stupidly.

Chey chey and Ryan had been very sad lately because of Baby in Chey’s stomach. Ryan’s blog. I also cried when i read Ryan’s blog. I’m so sorry for what happened to Chey, Ah San Ko, Ryan n Baby. But, we can do nothing. Its all God’s will.

Haihz. I shall endure and endure until the day i leave Malaysia for France (i don’t want to leave my family!) And i hope ’she’ will stop all that and give me some free spaces before i do anything stupid.