A Poem I Read

I read a poem from an old magazine, malay magazine, u probably nver even heard of it b4: Kuntum... It reli tched me, ya no tt? Read it, n u may regret wat u hd done 2 ur mother b4 u read dis...

M is for the million things she had done for me,
But never will I know or ever see.
O is for overtime she spends looking after me,
Never asking for payment yet working like a bee.
T is for the tears she sheds alone at night,
When I am disobedient and naughty outright.
H is for the heart that is so tender and good,
Ever ready to give and forgive as much as she could.
E is for the eternal debt of gratitude to her I owe,
The bigger the debt the older I grow.
R is for the right things she teaches me to say,
Whether at home, in school or at play.
Put them all together and they spell 'MOTHER',
The woman whom I will never exchange for another.

U like it? Well, I did...

Long time no blog...

Tooooooooo long I didn't blog lah~ Everyone's blog all different already, some r even missing!!! http://spitfire-22.blogspot.com/ n http://shunyi0131.blogspot.com/ dunno go where already............ Juz no got one new http://strangepeace.blogspot.com/ on the web............ Haizzzz, im lost alrite.............

Tuition Terror

It was Friday, the first day of our Year 6 tuition, the worst day of our lives. It started to rain. It was leaking through the ceiling. The door slamed by itself. Is it a ghost? Is it? IS IT? IS IT?! IS IT, I ASK U, IS IT?!(crazy...) A girl started to 'ding zui'. The teacher next door is teaching Year 2 English: "Goooooood morning, Sarjit. Hello, raju." It is terrorfying. The whole class laughed like demons. Wat's happening 2 dem? R dey infected by the terror? Oh the TERROR!