My SEJARAH teacher

My sejarah teacher is a braces-freak, I think. Do you know why I call her braces-freak, because first of all she wears braces, for your information she is subtitute teacher. Ok la, maybe her teeth got a bit problem so have to wear the braces, BUT she looks exactly like a form 1 student... Arh, I don't lie, she DOES look like a teenager, even her sound sounds like a girl's cute cute sound. If you don't believe you can come to my school take a look. Actually her braces and the teenager-look don't really irritate me, what really annoy me is the way she teaches us. Do u know how she teaches sejarah? DO YOU KNOW?? If you don't know, let me tell you. When she comes in the class, she will ask us to take out our text book, then asks someone read the text, after that people finish reading she will ask that person to choose another people to read and SO ON. So we probably can finish one chapter in two days. Perhaps form three sejarah is a bit hard for her, because of that she doesn't know how to teach, maybe she doesn't even study at home! Oh! I forgot to tell her handwriting on the blackboard just like standard three child's. A second OH! Do u know what had her done? DO YOU KNOW? One day, unusually, she asked us to take out a piece of paper. Then write there what we expect for our scoring for sejarah subject in PMR, and write one negative hobby we usually do and try not to do it so often for example play computer, and DRAW our parents faces on that paper, lastly write some phrases that can stimulate us to study... At first, I thought all these stupid ideas is our BELOVED GRANDPA asks us to do so, but I found out it's wrong. Actually all was her idea, and she wanted us to stick it on our study desk... I was like, OMG~~~ A third OH! Maybe she also starts to think that the way she teaches sejarah is a bit lame, so one day, UNUSUALLY she came into the class then write a few words on the blackboard, the asked us go back find out the meaning of the words... She thought she is teaching malay subject..*slaps forehead* So..that's my err...unusual or maybe weirdy SEJARAH teacher... By the way, I DON'T KNOW what's sejarah talking about ar~~~ Someone help me~~~ And I don't know why I feel supporting PKR!! They ROCK!! ooo...she had just left our school... gonna miss her... =D

Boring post

-Its raining buckets here, but I still can feel the HOTNESS.-

I'm trying to make my blog private and confidential, just friends can view my blog. You may ask what about my siblings especially that two little brat? Err...I will answer you, No... Definitely NO. Hoho... But, after that, think twice, what for?

-I'm listening Canon In D, it's relaxing, these classics are just too perfect to me-

These few days, I feel LOST. Don't know what things need to be done. Especially my homework and study. When my eyes or ears are on the Science teacher or Mr Ong's deep and dull sound... Slowly....peacefully....unconsciously I'll get into my full of colours and stories dreams...they're just so SWEET.... WAIT!! Get back into my science lurh... TT

-Can't we have other things to chat about? -

The tallness...

Whoa... I bought so many books, they cost me nearly 150... But it's worth as I bought SIX BOOKS that include novel and story and all are very thick like a mini dictionary. I only finished one book, that's Matilda, written by Roald Dahl. It is so nice that I read it twice!! I vow I will save up my money to buy his collection. I feel GREAT when I was devouring after one book and another with my hot oval tine by my side in my air-con room. Yesterday I started the second book which is also very NICE. THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HERE, by Cecilia Ahern. I'll write its brief story later. Let me tell u something, something I agree so much and I read it TWICE. Because I've been through that, and even feel bored of it. You know what's tat? It's a description that written by Cecilia Ahern.

"First, I'm six foot one. Ever since I was a child I've been towering over just about everyone. I could never get lost in a shopping center like other kids, I could never hide properly when playing games, I was never asked to dance at discos, I was the only teenager that wasn't aching to buy her first pair of high heels. Jenny-May Burtler's favorite name for me, well, certainly one of her top ten, was " Daddy-longlegs," which she liked to call me in front of large crowds of her friends and admirers. Believe me, I've heard them all. I was the kind of person you could see coming from a mile away. I was the awkward dancer on the dance floor, the girl at the cinema that nobody wanted to sit behind, the one in the shop that rooted for the extra-long-legged trousers, the girl in the back row of every photograph. You see, I stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone who passes me registers me and remembers me. "

She had described what I had experienced in my entire life. Her height is six foot one which means is 185.42 cm. It's much more than mine. I am 175 cm. But it can considered as TALL already. Many girls admire my height, but I always tell them think twice!!

=There's No Place Like Here= by Cecilia Ahern

Since Sandy Shortt's childhood classmate disappeared twenty years ago, Sandy has been obsessed with missing things. Finding what is lost becomes her single-minded goal--weather it's the sock that vanished in the washing machine, the car keys she misplaced, or the graver issue of finding people who have vanished from their loved ones. Sandy dedicates her work to find these missing people, offering devastated families a flicker of hope.
Jack Ruttle is one of those desperate people. It's been a year since his brother Donal vanished into thin air, and he thinks Sandy Shortt could well be the answer tho his prayers. But when Sandy goes missing too, she stumbles upon the place--and her loved ones and the home she ran way from so long, Sandy so resorts to her old habit again, searching. This time, though, she is desperately trying to find her way home...