I'm Gonna Do the Speech Tomorrow???

It's not today.

I'm going to do my persuasive speech tomorrow.

I was supposed to do it today but my friend, Nash wanted to do it today 

when she was supposed to do it tomorrow because she wants to focus on 

hafazan for tomorrow.

Urgh!!! 

So many work!!!

So I asked her to take my turn because

I was really nervous.

I was more nervous because today, all the guys

in my class had to sit in front which meant he had to sit 

in front too.

PANIC!!!!

Hehehehe...

But now I'm worried about my persuasive speech topic for tomorrow 

because it's very controversial.

Oh, why did I ever choose that topic.

I'm sure you all are wondering what is my topic for my persuasive speech, right?

Oh, well, the topic is "Men Vs Men (Men are better than women)".

Oh My Gucci!!!

I know it's a betrayal to all women out there.

An insult!!!

But please understand I decided to do this topic because I thought it would be 

interesting an very controversial!!!

Initially, I didn't really plan to do this topic like this.
At first my topic was "Women can do anything that men do and
they can do it better" but Madam changed the topic to "Men vs Women".
My friend said that it's because a persuasive speech topic should not show
which side that we're on meaning that my topic should be mysterious.
It should not tell people that I'm siding on women.
It should be remain unknown until I give my speech
so if my topic is "Men vs women", my audience would not
know which side I'm on until I give my topic.
At first, I wanted to side on women but then it won't be
as interesting as me siding on the men's side
because for a girl to take the men's side would be extra controversial
and far more exciting!!!
So that's what I taught.

This morning, I met with some of my friends from group 2E.
These two girls were arguing with Faiz because he made a very controversial speech
about the fun facts about women but all of them are negative facts.
OUCH!!! 

He said that it's just a speech.
That's right, Faiz.
Then I told him about my speech and he was like 
"See, a girl admits it. A confession from a girl!"
Hahahaha!!!
Great!
Now I'm known as the betrayer of all women kind.
Hehehe... =_="
Not funny, really...


I told my friends about my persuasive topic and of course
being the women that they are, they didn't agree at all.
One girl, farahafiza did say that that men were born first.
Good point..
And women were made from men, right?
So without men, there is no women.
Hahahaha!!!!
It's a fact.
What can we do?

I just hope they will support me tomorrow.
Well, I know that the guys will but as for the girls..
Hmmm..
Plus, the number of guys in my class are very small compared to girls.
Boy, am I in trouble.
I'm digging my own grave.
Not only that, the person grading me, my lecturer, is in fact a women.
Brilliant, Farah.
Just brilliant!

Nervousness (why am I like this in front of him?)

Persuasive speech?

Oh, no!!!

Is it today?

AAAAARGHH!!!!

PANIC!!!!!

NERVOUS!!!!

It's okay if I have to do it in front of the class.

I don't mind but I can't do it in front of him.

NO WAY!!!

Too nervous.

Urgh!!!

Why am I like this?

I think I can do it if he's not in the class.

Can you please leave the class when it's my turn?

Please...

Pretty please with the cherry on top.

What am I going to do?

Last time when I had to make a demonstrative speech

in front of the class.

I could do it because he was absent.

What am I going to do?

Ottokhae?

*Sigh*

Dilemma...

Men vs Women

Okay, so I as surfing the net to search for information for

my persuasive speech outline when I came across this 

funny and interesting article.

Warning:

Those under the age of 18 do not read this.

by Matt Groening

NEWS BULLETIN - Men and women are NOT alike. Sure, you thought you already knew that. But now we have proof! After countless hours of surveys and studies on the following topics, these facts have emerged:

Relationships:

First of all, a man does not call a relationship a relationship - he refers to it as "that time when me and Suzie was doing it on a semi-regular basis". When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life. A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total floozy. But I want you to know there's always a chance for us". This is known as the "I Hate You/I Love You" drunken phone call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need; alas, these classes rarely prove effective.

Sex:

Women prefer 30 - 45 minutes of foreplay. Men prefer 30 - 45 seconds of foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place as part of the foreplay.

Maturity:

Women mature much faster than men. Most 17-year-old females can function as adults. Most 17-year-old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school romances rarely work.

Hats:

Women look good in hats; men look like dinks.

Comedy:

Let's say a small group of men and women are in a room, watching television, and an episode of "The Three Stooges" comes on. Immediately, the men will get very excited; they will laugh uproariously, and even try to imitate the actions of Curly, man's favorite stooge. The women will roll their eyes and groan and wait it out.

Handwriting: 

To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken-scratch. Women use scented, colored stationary and they dot their "i's" with circles and hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in their "p's" and "g's". It is a royal pain to read a note from a woman. Even when she's dumping you, she'll put a smiley face at the end of the note.

Bathrooms: 

A man has at most six items in his bathroom - a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. The average number of items in a typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.

Magazines: 

Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked ladies. Women's magazine also feature pictures of naked ladies. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is hairy and lumpy and should not be seen by the light of day.

Groceries:

A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes to the store and buys these things. A man waits till the only items left in his fridge are half a lemon and something turning green. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter that the Clampett's car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the 10-items-or-less lane.

Going out:

When a man says he is ready to go out, it means he is ready to go out. When a woman says she is ready to go out, it means she WILL be ready to go out, as soon as she finds her other earring, finishes putting on her makeup...

Shoes:

When preparing for work, a woman will put on a Mondi wool suit, and then slip into Reebok sneakers. She wil carry her dress shoes in a plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her dress shoes. Five minutes later, she will kick them off because her feet are under her desk. A man will wear one pair of shoes for the entire day.

Leg warmers:

Leg warmers are sexy. A woman, even if she's walking the dog or doing the dishes, is allowed to wear leg warmers. She can wear them any time she wants. A man can only wear leg warmers if he is auditioning for the "Gimme the Ball" number in "A Chorus Line".

Cats: 

Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.

Mirrors: 

Men are vain; they will check themselves out in the mirror. Women are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface--mirrors, spoons, store windows, toasters, Joe Garagiola's head.

Garages: 

Women use garages to park their cars and to store their lawnmowers. Men use garages for many things. They hang license plates in garages, and they watch TV in garages, and they build useless lopsided benches in garages.

Movies:

For women, their favorite movie scene is when Clark Gable kisses Vivien Leigh for the first time in "Gone With The Wind". For men, it's when Jimmy Cagney shoves a grapefruit in Mae Clark's face in "Public Enemy".

Jewelry: 

Women look nice when they wear jewelry. A man can get away with wearing one ring, and that's it. Any more than that, and he will look like a lounge singer named Vic.

Menopause:

When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of complicated emotional, psychological, and biological changes. The nature and degree of the changes varies with the individual. Menopause in a man provokes a uniform reaction--he buys aviator glasses, a snazzy French cap and leather driving gloves, and goes shopping for a Porsche.

The Telephone: 

Men see the telephone as a communications tool. They use the telephone to send short messages to other people. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours.

Low Blows: 

Let's say a man and a woman are watching a boxing match on television. One of the fighters is felled by a low blow. The woman says "Oh, gee, that must hurt." The man doubles over and actually feels pain.

Directions: 

If a woman is out driving and she finds herself in unfamiliar surroundings, she will stop at a gas station and ask for directions. Men consider this to be a sign of weakness. Men will never stop and ask for directions. Men will drive in a circle for hours, all the while saying things like, "Looks like I've found a new way to get there", and, "I know I'm in the neighborhood. I recognize that White Hen store".

Admitting Mistakes: 

Women will sometimes admit making a mistake. The last man who admitted that he was wrong was Gen. George Custer.

Richard Gere:

Women like Richard Gere because he is sexy in a dangerous way. Men hate Richard Gere because he reminds them of that slick guy who works at the health club and dates only married women.

Offspring:

Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.

Dressing up:

A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage answer the phone, read a book, get the mail. A man will dress up for: weddings, funerals.

Nudity in Movies:

Every actress in the history of movies has had to do a nude scene. This is because every movie in the history of movies has been produced by a man. The only actor who has ever appeared nude in the movies is Richard Gere. This is another reason why men hate him.

David Letterman: 

Men think David Letterman is the funniest man on the face of the Earth. Women think he is a mean, semi-dorky guy who always has a bad haircut.

Cameras: 

Men take photography very seriously. They'll shell out $4,000 for state-of-the-art equipment, and build darkrooms, and take photography classes. Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course, women always end up taking better pictures.

Politics: 

Men love to talk politics, but often they forget to do political things such as voting. Women are very happy that another generation of Kennedys is growing up and getting into politics, because they will be able to campaign for them and cry on election night.

Locker Rooms:

In the locker room, men talk about three things: money, football, and women. They exaggerate about money, they don't know football nearly as well as they think they do, and they fabricate stories about women. Women talk about one thing in the locker room--sex. And not in abstract terms, either. They are extremely graphic and technical, and THEY NEVER LIE.

Laundry:

Women do laundry every couple of days. A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were hip about eight years ago, before he will do the laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul and take his mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the laundromat. This is a myth.

Weddings: 

When reminiscing about weddings, women talk about "the ceremony". Men talk about "the bachelor party".

Cheerleaders:

Female cheerleaders are cute, sexy, fresh, and all-American. Male cheerleaders are scary.

Socks: 

Men wear sensible socks. They wear standard white sweatsocks. Women wear strange socks. They are cut way below the ankles, have pictures of clouds on them, and have a big fuzzy ball on the back.

Toys:

Little girls love to play with toys. Then, when they reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest. Men never grow out of their obsession wih toys. As they older, their toys simply become more expensive and impractical. Examples of men's toys: little miniature TV's, car phones, complicated juicers and blenders, graphic equalizers, small robots that serve cocktails on command, video games, anything that blinks, beeps, and requires at least six "D" batteries to operate.

Plants:

A woman asks a man to water her plants while she is on vacation. The man waters the plants. The woman comes home five days later, to an apartment full of dead plants. No one knows why this happens.

Mustaches: 

Some men look good with mustaches. Those men are Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds. There are no women who look good with mustaches.

Nicknames:

With the exception of female body-builders, who call each other names like "Ultimate Pecs" and "Big Turk", women eschew the use of nicknames. If Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah and Michelle get together for lunch, they will call each other Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah and Michelle. But if Mike, Dave, Rob and Jack go out for a brewsky, they will affectionately refer to each other as Bullet-Head, Godzilla, Peanut Brain and Useless.

credits to: http://monster-island.org/tinashumor/humor/mvs.html

I Love You Guys

Yesterday was such a great day!!!

Wheee~

I felt like crying watching them laugh and having fun.

Last night was the first time we practised our final drama

with costumes and props.

I was a little sad that I didn't get to practise with them because

I wasn't feeling well.

I threw up because I coughed too hard.

My throat was itching like crazy.

So I had to rest for a while.

It was really fun watching my dear classmates playing around while they practised.

I really felt like crying.

I love these people so much.

They have become such an important part in my life.

They're more than just my classmates.

They're more than just friends.

They're my family..

It saddens me that the semester is almost over.

I think I'll cry when it's over.

I'm gonna miss them a lot. 

*Sigh*

I love you guys..

Muah muah muah!!!!

Hahaha!!!

Even though I'm tired, I am happy

Even though I'm tired, I am happy...

Why?

Because I have you guys with me, my classmates.

(Go, 2C!!!)

You guys are the best!!

DAEBAK!!!

JJANG!!!

To be honest, last semester was not the best time of my life

because I didn't like it.

I was not at all that close to my 2F classmates.

I just don't have that much chemistry with them, I guess.

I didn't feel like I belonged in that class.

I felt like an outcast.

So I was always alone.

I was like a ghost to everyone, I guess, since I didn't really

socialize with them.

Perhaps I didn't find it rather necessary. 

Hmmm....

Did I? Did I really?

Or perhaps I just didn't like talking to them?

Or maybe because it is in my nature to be a loner

because I find it rather annoying and frustrating if I cannot have a moment

to myself...

I need my alone time.

Yes, I am like that.

I like to be by myself at times.

it's quite nice to spend time with yourself.

enough with this nonsense, I am drifting away from my main point here.

So anyway, I'm very tired...

So many things to do, so little time..

With all the assignments piling up and all the presentations I have to prepare for...

Ah, and don't forget the final drama.

I like this project.

It is so much fun because I get to spend time with my classmates!!

Yay!!

I like my classmates for this semester.

They make me feel like I belonged in the class and that I am one of them.

They're really nice. They made up more nicknames for me.

Hahaha..

Sometimes, they call me, FaMun, sometimes, FM..

Sometimes, Mun, sometime,s Farah and sometimes, Farah Munirah..

I like all of my nicknames..

They're cute!

Hee~

Anyway, it has been a tiresome week..

I had to go to Kolej Meranti (kolej lelaki) after class for drama practice

and to make the props.

It was interesting entering a boy's college.

Heheh..

(dh la mlm lak 2 an?)

Speaking of drama, Yesterday I did my dramatising.

I had to act alone in front of my class.

It was terrifying!!!

I was so nervous but I did it.

It was rather quick actually and I talked to fast..

because I was too nervous.

But no matter.

I did it!!!

I played a spoiled girl having a phone conversation with 

her mother.

I had to act cute and manja2..

Hehe..

Can you imagine, Farah Munirah who as so passive since

secondary school act cute in front of other prople?

Nooo Waaayyy!!!

But I've changed a bit, dear schoolmates..

Yep, it is true that no I like to act cute in front of others..

I am sorry to dissapoint you..

       Bella, awk msti x cye an?

Well, my classmates said that I was cute hen I did my dramatising..

so then, maybe I am cute.

Hehe..

(Prasan jap)

Yep, it was definitely a tiresome week but I managed to go through it all.

Applause, applause!!!

If I Never Met Her (Part 2)

    Characters:

Gu Hara as Gu Soo Yun

Choi Minho as Kim Hyun Su

Lee Taemin

as 

Kim Junsu

The story:

'Hyung, don't you think you've been spending too much time with her?', asked Junsu. His face looked concerned and worried.

     'What?', I said. 'Too much time?. I don't think it's even enough'.

     'You've really fallen for her, huh?'. Junsu smiled at me.

     ' Maybe'

     'But don't you think it's kinda suspicious how she always try to change the subject when we ask her why she's here?'.

     I thought about how she would always change the subject whenever I asked her about this. It did seem very strange now that Junsu had brought it up.

     'Well, maybe she just doesn't feel like talking about it', I replied.

                                                                

***

     One night, as I was sleeping peacefully and without a care in the world, I became furious when Soo Yun interrupted my sleep but I quickly calmed down.She told me that she wanted to sneak out of the hospital with me and go down town to have some ice-cream. If she had said this to me two weeks ago, I would have probably thought that she was crazy. I mean, who in the right mind would be selling ice-cream at this time of night? Knowing her now, I got used to her crazy and wacky ideas. Without hesitating, I immediately agreed to sneak out. We got dressed and began putting our mischievous plan in action. 

      I didn't know how we did it but we successfully got out of the hospital without being seen.

I know. Amazing, right? We laughed uncontrollably as we walked down the street. It was nice getting out of the hospital for once and smell the air. I was glad that I agreed to sneak out of the hospital with Soo Yun but I was still puzzled by the idea of getting some ice-cream at this time of night. It was almost midnight! I mentioned this to her as we walked but she didn't answer me and laughed as if I had just told her a hilarious joke. Then she pointed up ahead. I could see not believe my eyes! There was an ice-cream shop up ahead an it was still open. Soo Yun laughed and said, "Why are you so surprised? Ice-cream shops usually stay open until midnight, you know. Where have you been all your life?". 

      We ordered two chocolate ice-cream with chocolate sprinkles and chocolate chips on them. Yum! My favourite. And apparently, Soo Yun's too. We sat on a bench at a nearby park and enjoyed our ice-cream. It was a beautiful night. The stars were shinning brightly and the moon's glow illuminated the night. It was certainly a beautiful sight! Soo Yun asked me when was my birthday. I told her that it was on sixtieth of September. 

       'No way!', she shrieked. 'Mine is a week after yours! September twenty fourth'. She shrieked again in excitement. She seemed so excited. I could see the sparkle in her eyes. I couldn't help myself from smiling as I watched Soo Yun clapping her hands gleefully. 

       'Wait a minute!', she shouted. 'Tomorrow is September sixtieth. What time is it?'. I stared at her, puzzled. She gave me an impatient look and grabbed my right hand. Luckily, I was wearing my watch that night. 

        'One minute 'till midnight! Come on, let's count together'

        As the clock or should I say my wrist watch, stroke midnight, Soo Yun shouted, 'Happy Birthday, Hyun Su-ah!'. Then she put her hand in the pocket of her jacket and to my amazement, pulled out a camera.

        'You brought a camera?' I asked her. She smiled and pulled me close to her. My heart jumped. I don't know why but I suddenly felt a bit nervous. 

        'Of course', she said coolly. 'I want to record this special moment. Now smile for the camera!'

        I found out later that she already knew when my birthday was. That was why she wanted to sneak out so late at night. It was to celebrate my birthday.

            

***

         A few days later, I checked out of the hospital. Soo Yun was saddened by my departure. She wanted to spend more time with me but she cheered up when I promised her that I would come to the hospital to celebrate her birthday. I had it all planned. We were going to have a picnic in the park where we had chocolate ice-cream together on the night we sneaked out of the hospital. Then I was going to surprise her with a silver heart-shaped locket that I customised specially for her. I put a picture of her and I in the locket and engraved our initials at the back. The locket was supposed to symbolise our new friendship. Then before her birthday ends. I was going to tell her that I love her. But unfortunately, I never got to and she never got the locket.

        It happened on her birthday. I thought hat I would surprise her by coming to the hospital early in the morning and make her breakfast in the kitchen with Key. As I walked down the hall smiling to myself, thinking how happy Soo Yun would be when I gave her the locket, a group of nurses and a doctor rushed pass me. Panic shown on their faces. I watched them carefully. Then a nurse shouted, 'A patient is unstable at ward 128!'.

        I froze. Ward 128? Soo Yun! I ran as fast as I could. Tears were streaming down my face as I ran. There was an uneasy feeling in my heart. For some reason I felt like I was going to loose Soo Yun. I ran faster at the thought of loosing her. My legs were practically screaming in pain and my lungs were bursting, demanding for air but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I had to get to Soo Yun as fast as I could. I need to see if she was okay. Oh, God, please make her be okay.

        I finally reached her ward and without hesitation, I quickly opened the door. There were a few nurses standing by Michelle's bed. Their faces were grim and dark which made me panic. I looked around and saw a woman sitting on a chair beside Soo Yun's bed. She as crying hysterically with her face buried in her hands. Then I saw Soo Yun, lying lifeless on her bed. She looked as beautiful as ever as the sun's rays from outside the window illuminate her pale face.

         'Time of death, nine a.m', said the doctor, looking at his watch.

         I lost my best friend that day. She was not just a friend. She was my family. And she was the first girl I ever loved. I will never be the same without her. Never.

***

          I opened my eyes and realised that I as still in the graveyard. The sky was pitched black now. I probably had been sitting here for hours. I noticed that my face was wet with tears. I was crying. I iped them dry with the sleeves of my jacket. I noticed that there was someone standing in front of me. I looked up and saw her. Her beautiful face illuminated in the moon's faint glow. Soo Yun? Is that you?

          She was smiling at me but I could see that she looked different. She looked much older and her eyes did not sparkle like Soo Yun's did. She was not Soo Yun. 

          'You must be Hyun Su,' the stranger said. 'I'm Soo Yun's mother'

          'Oh..,' I said and quickly stood up and bowed. 'Annyonghasaeyo'

          'Soo Yun told me all about you. Before she died...'

          Soo Yun's mother paused a moment, fighting back tears and continued, 'She wanted to give you this'.

Then she pulled out a small rectangular box and handed it to me. 

          'I'm sorry, I have to go', she said before bursting into tears. As she walked away, she shouted softly, 'It was nice meeting you!'.

          ' Nice meeting you too!', I shouted back. I looked at the box in my hands. I t was blue in colour which was my favourite colour, and was tied up with a red laced ribbon. There was a card slipped under the ribbon. I took it out and read it. I recognised Soo Yun's handwriting immediately. On the card, she wrote:

  Dear Hyun Su,

     I made this myself. I hope you like it. I know it's a bit too late for presents but I really wanted to give you a birthday present. Happy Birthday, Hyun Su-ah!

 P.S: I had to stay up late making this present so you better like it. And there's someting I always wanted to   tell you. I don't know why but I a lways get the butterflies when you're near me. I guess I'm falling in love with you. Hehehe...

                                                                                                                                             XOXOXO,

Gu Soo Yun

                                                                                                                                             

     I smiled. Although she didn't say much in her card but every word meant the world to me. I untied the ribbon and opened the box. It was a hand-made picture frame with sparkly glitters and rhinestones glued on it. Inside the frame was a picture of Soo Yun and me which we took at the park the other night. Suddenly, my eyes were filled with tears. i didn't try to hold them back this time. I just stood there and cried.

     I stared at Soo Yun's gravestone once again and for a moment, the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. For a moment, all my cares were gone. For  moment, I stopped crying. For a moment, my heart stopped crying.

      If I had never met Soo Yun, I would have never known what it was like to have a friend. If I had never met Soo Yun, I would not have been who I am now. If I had never met Soo Yun, My heart would have not ached this much. I stood by her grave and whispered 'I love you too...'