I Am Really Hurt

My teacher said, if you really want to improve your English, don't even shy to speak in public. You hurt me man!

And even you don't understand what I'm saying, you can ask me to rephrase or correct my grammar or whatsoever, don't even dare to humiliate me.You hurt me girl!

And even you think that I might not understand your 'high-standard' English, you can change the way you are talking, don't you ever underestimate me. You hurt me friend!

Tae-kwon-do Couch

One tragedy that I'll never forget. We lost our couch on 26th January 2010 after an accident. He's been couching me for almost 2 years since I entered UNIMAS. This is my 4th sem, and our very first meeting (only for the committees); one of the topic was 'finding new couch' ... Why I always felt guilty? I'm not the one asking for this. The reason why we have to find a new couch is because we don't want the current couch having difficulties and having so much worries about us. He has his own job in UNIMAS. Yes, he's the Head of the Security Unit ... the guy from the student council said that we have to find a new couch as soon as possible. I know our performance was very bad. I mean look at me myself, don't have to point it at another members. I know our Taekwondo Club is one of the famous club (so called), but maybe because we don't give so much effort on this, just working so much on the proposal yet we forget about build up our stamina and strategies. Couch, when you're together with us, you always raise up our spirits to improve and to move on. You always mention about my legs. Yes, that was my biggest fear. Now you're gone. Allah had taken you back. Alhamdulillah, Allah had lend us a great couch like you. And I will never forget what you taught us. And when you talk about life, I realized, there's so much things in life that I must treasure.

Bitter Love Story

It’s bitter when I have to set you free

Let other people lay beside you

Create more space between us

And I can just see you from far

Far and far away from me

I thought there’s nothing between us

Yeah I mean nothing for you

But you had taken half of my spirit

When I’m awake and chased you away

I realize that it’s a little too late

I can see there’s no way out

Seeing you hurting me so much

I hope I can forget everything

But the memory keeps hunting me

The fact that there’s no exit to escape

Somehow I feel that you have the clue

And keeps avoiding me make me sad

To call it love I felt so ashamed

Seeing myself as a fool

Is a part of my bitter love story

~"Can someone handle their bitter love easily? If you can, share with me..."~