Hiccups in life

Is it good to judge someone based on first impression?

Or is it better to judge someone after knowing them?

Of course it is never good to judge,

But obviously the answer most people will give is the second one, after knowing them.

You see,

I get choose to know them first too,

Then I see the best in them,

Now I think,

No matter how well you think you know someone,

And when you actually see the best in them,

All can come crashing down,

You suddenly don’t think you know this person anymore,

SO whatever la,

No matter how well you think you know someone,

Don’t judge,

Because people change I tell you.

And if you have a principle in life,

Never judge other people, who may not have the same principle as you,

By saying repeatedly how much you hate liars for instance,

Because you never know one day when you will lie,

And when that day comes,

The person who will feel most humiliated is yourself,

Because now all fingers you pointed at,

will be pointing back at you.

Sorry for the rambling... I guess i had a bad day

Shoe rack malfunction

Today I went to class, and on the way there,

Something tickled my stomach,

A girl wearing pink furry BEDROOM slippers to class,

I wonder if she heard me laughing from the back. creativenya orang sekarang.

:-( nobody commented on my last post although my finger bleed. You all know it's fake or nobody cares about me.

akibatnya main stapler

WOW

I mean like literally wow.
As some of you know I have been working part time as a digi yellow army in mmu campus,
And when you go fuyohrizing and spread fuyoh to people,
You put on that yellow shirt and smile,
And repeatedly ask around people who pass by,
Are you a digi prepaid subscriber,

And these are the probabilities,

You get a smile.

You get a no.

You get nothing.

And worst of all, I get,

NO TO DIGI! MAXISSSS! HOTLINK ROCKS!!!!

-_-

I will follow you….

Don't talk about fulltime,
working part time also suck.

Sarah does not know what to blog about

NOOOOOOOOOOoooOoooOOo!!! I don’t know what to blog about.
Yesterday I was down with the flu bug, so I ate a pill and woke up feeling numb all over.

And my mum say when eat durian if you want to subdue the heat in your body, drink from the durian skin.

Ish.

I don’t believe la.
Think I don’t know, they say like that so we won’t use cup, then the cups all got durian smell.

I am smarter than a durian skin.

Crappy right. Told ya I didn’t know what to blog about.

Update!!

It has been pretty long since i posted anything, since class has started.

Just came back from Nandos, they sauce is pretty spicy I must say. I love their chips, they serve really fat and crispy chips.

I now do seven rounds everyday at my campus field with my roomie, for each round we walk half and jog half, so its not that bad. I must admit after not doing any physical exercise for so long, I’m not fit and out of shape.

I am taking 6 subjects this semester, and I think my accounting lecturer is from India due to his pretty heavy Indian slang.

That’s about it, chao.

ART

Having to spend nearly a week at home, facing my laptop, eating, getting fat and not productive,
My fingers quivered at the hold of some paint brushes,
I opened my drawer, and staring at me were my old boxes of Buncho paint,
and SNAP!
I knew I had to paint!

My passion for drawing and painting has always been there,
and it doesn’t mean when you’re passionate about something,
You’re actually good at it, that’s reality.
I NEVER EVER EXCELED in art,
But my passion has always been there, until now.

So I grabbed my pencil and drawing block,
An empty blank piece of paper,
I shook my pencil back and fourth waiting for some inspiration to kick in,
It started with a rose, a nose, a lady, and then some hair.

While painting, I was telling myself repeatedly,
Art is abstract; the beauty of it is in the eye of the beholder.
Art is not perfect; it’s the little smudges and blots here and there that make each art piece so unique.

And there you have it, my art piece. (dont u dare think it's ugly)

*beams proudly at own art work*
*maybe I should show it to mummy and let her admire my art*
*run’s downstairs*

“Mummy! Look at what I painted!”
“Herm, see!”
“Nice or not?”
“Apa ni, macam primary school drawing”
“………………… *muka monyok*”
“Not bad la, like Picasso, abstract art”
“You want to frame it up, we can hang it here! (Raises painting to the wall)”
“Tak payah frame frame”
“…………………………”

Repeats to self,
“Art is abstract; the beauty of it is in the eye of the beholder.
Art is not perfect; it’s the little smudges and blots here and there that makes each art piece so unique.”

“Art is abstract; the beauty of it is in the eye of the beholder.
Art is not perfect; it’s the little smudges and blots here and there that makes each art piece so unique.”

Actually I think its not bad what?