wish and sigh list

this is the worst thing about keeping a blog during working years. i got no time and mood to update.*sigh.

basically today was such a laid back day. i only got one class and it started only a few minutes before the procession of Prophet's Maulud. so i spent today settling my SKT form, helping Dana with HKSBP's tag and keep on pondering about my wedding plan. how i wish my fiance was here. *sigh..


i was still thinking of the best colour as the reception's theme. what i got from the net was exasperating. nothing really suit my taste and if it does, the boutique wasn't near to my place. how i wish ipoh is near, how i wish i had a lot of cash in my hand now. *sigh...

i'm so tired, and moodless, and idealess. my leg are so much in pain now. i need some sleep...
pffft...

out of blue

cuti just for one day
but i got to rush back to ipoh for the sake of choosing the invitation card. omaigod...
mak called. "shida, balik la ni jugak."
i didnt know that getting married is this tough.

waaaa... i miss my fiance like whatever :(
please come back soon baby.

cool. i know i am.

thank you Allah for gwen stefani. thank you gwen for this.

nostalgic.

:'-)

f-you

today i started a new activity with my kids - rubbish of the day. similar to what i did in SMK Tmn Hi-Tech, i'm gonna try with this group of students. see whether they can be as well discipline as my students before.

so while i was explaining about it, i suddenly remember about rubbish words, in which *some students of mine LOVE to use. fuhh, i was kinda shock reading their blog. they curse more than me. so i told the students "i only accept this F work of cursing - FART. any other F is forbidden."

ok. fart you! sounds so cunning but who cares. since fart is nothing bad but kentut.

*sigh. i wish making students love to write is as easy as picking nose.

perpisahan by anuar zain

dedicated to whom it may concern.
with love...

the one that got away...

Summer after high school when we first met
We make-out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th Birthday
We got matching tattoos

Used to steal your parents' liquor

And climb to the roof
Talk about our future
Like we had a clue
Never planned that one day
I'd be losing you

In another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises
Be us against the world

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other We made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you
I put those records on (whoa)

Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the Blues
It's time to face the music
I'm no longer your muse

But in another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises
Be us against the world

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The one(X3)
The one that got away


All this money can't buy me a time machine (No)
Can't replace you with a million rings (No)
I shoulda told you what you meant to me (Whoa)
Cause now I pay the price

In another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises
Be us against the world

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The one(X3)

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away

first

13th February 2011. 7.22 am.

welcome back to blogging world, Roshida.
this year will be a better activity. i hope i am sober and clean all the time.

loves...
peace y'all.