Saturday, November 22, 2008

i am poem*oh im proud of it*

'I am' poem

I am awesome, nice person
I wonder what people think about me
I hear these people talking
I see these people pointing at me
I want them to see the real me
I am awesome, nice person

I pretend I didn’t hurt
I feel as if everybody loves me
I touch their heart with my charm
I worry for this maybe just a dream
I cry when they talk bad about me
I am awesome, nice person

I understand people will continue judging
I say that I know myself better than them
I dream of a day when they will accept me
I try to bring the best in me
I hope they will see who am I
I am awesome, nice person

*i wrote this poem in my ldv class wit miss letch.we were only given a short time to finish our poem so i guess this poem could be better if we're given enough time.but somehow i just love my poem as it really resembles myself*nama pon i am poem*haha~n what i like most bout this poem is that i'v been given opportunity to recite it in class n miss letch said "good poem".owh im honoured to hear that..luv miss letch*muah2*

a boy's love part 2

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me."
I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, "What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?"
"Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough."
I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.
The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money."
Then he looked at me and added,"I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me." "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose."
"You know, my mummy loves white rose."
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rosein her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

a boy's love part 1

A good reminder: "Take time to appreciate what you have now." --Dont miss reading this one
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.
When I saw all the people there, I started to complain tomyself,"It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go.Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."
Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really pla ywith such expensive toys.
While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"
The old lady replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."
Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to."It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.
"No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this.

"My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister."
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket."


when will diz hols end?im damn bored in here.i need something thrilling 2 do,but this maybe-7-weeks-hols is not promising as ever.dun have anything 2do,dun allowed 2 do part time job,no frens 2 hangout,no movie 2 watch,no thing 2 giggles rather go for a whole week chaos doing assignment in skul than 2 hide behind dis screen dat i think started 2 ruin my eyes.oso rather get up at 7 for skul than to get up at 10 and still got nothing to do.owho~wut had happen 2 my life.i noe i'll be regretting it when im back in skul but 4 now,i really2 wanna go 2 killing myself due to boredom!!!!!!!

Thursday, November 20, 2008


ice cream time afta bio lab
choral speaking

aimie's befday*roti canai party*

ini 4 befday miss kala

rehearsal 4 annual dinner

friends are those who we could cheerish all our good and in blessed enough to meet with such wonderful friends along my 19 years breathing on this earth.n i cant afford 2 lose any of them*no FREN is an island*but my definition of friendship may differ from others.for me friendship is not about togetherness forever,its not bout who comes first or who cares most.its all about who came and never ma life id been facing this matter where my FREN leave me when i need them most.we ol noe dat friends for good time are everywhere,but when you're down?the one who stay n listen without even bother 2 give crappy advice is the one who v need.i owyz need sum1 2 stay beside me,listen 2 my talking without being bored and b ma shoulder 2 cry on.friends 4 me are family.iv been having my family fren since like..forever!id like 2 mention all but i noe i just cant.but hanx a lot 2 my beloved family.i luv u so much!h4p6 roxx!
*saleh-midie-afiq-wazir-tan-hafiz-huda-sarah-aimie-dil-khad-kak ema-kak ikin-kak ain-apple-mya-amelya-aisyah-zana-wanie-azedah*

start of sumthing neu~

owho now i got d chance 2 write..haha..but how im gonna start?hmm..let me c 1st k..should i introduce maself? lyana aqilah-19 years old-dob on 13th sept-ma hometown is in kota bharu-currently studying in tesl program-luv pink-ma interest revolve around music,movies,eateries,photography and hangouts-love making frens-ma status is currently undefined*sigh*-i cant b tolerate in sport-luv reading mags n novels,but ma fav are cecilia ahern's-now studying in ipp penang,doin ma foundation-fav movie is the lifetime a walk 2 rememba-fav song wud b unintended*sigh again*-im fragile n easily broken-but somehow im oso lil bit craze+ blurr+funny+outspoken+talkative+
cruel+hard headed+egoistic+friendly+stack up sumtimes+lovable*evrybody loves me*..haha..enuf bout maself..tis is a pic of me n my fren ridz as we'r out 4 theatre..