Missing your smile, Love (=

2009-11-23T20:41:00.002+08:00

Everyday I think of you. Whenever. Wherever. It just comes naturally. God only knows that I've never felt this way about someone like I do to you. And I just want to take this opportunity, to THANK YOU for being in my life. Big or small, it always bring such joy to my heart. Thank you sayang :) This may be corny but you are TRULY my soul, my other half, my best friend, and my partner in life. I pray for us to stay that way.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AMIRUL (:

p/s : I love you!

Here's a poem that I'd like to share with you

When I'm with you,
eternity is a step away,
my love continues to grow,
with each passing day.

This treasure of love,
I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you...
you'll never really know.

You bring a joy to my heart,
I've never felt before,
with each touch of your hand,
I love you more and more.

Whenever we say goodbye,
whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly,
deep inside my heart.

So these seven words,
I pray you hold true,
"Forever And Always,
I Will Love You."

- Chris Engle -

Hero Of The Hood by Paula Mcdonald

2009-11-10T22:11:00.004+08:00

Hey everyone :) It's been a long time since I post up something, but I've just been pretty busy. Anyways, I was reading Chicken Soup For The Teenage Soul, and I came across a story that was really sad yet inspiring. And, I guess, I need to share it with everyone here. So here it goes, "Hero Of The Hood" by Paula McDonald.

Hero of the Hood

By all odds, Mike Powell should have never survived. Addiction, drug pushing, prison or early death are the most likely cards dealt to street kids growing up in the jungle of South-Central Los Angeles- a violent combat zone of drug wars, gang slayings, prostitution and crime. But Mike’s young life had a special purpose. For eight years, he braved terror and brutalization to keep his family of seven kids together. Incredibly, during that time, no one ever discovered that the only real parent the family had was just another kid.

When Mike was born, his father, Fonso, was in Prison for drug dealing. Mikes fifteen-year-old-mother, Cheryl, dropped out of school to support the baby. Without you, my life could have been different, she later told Mike over and over again. It was the guilty glue that would make Mike stick with her through the coming years of horror.

Fonso was released from prison when Mike was four, but instead of security, the six-foot-five, 300-pound Vietnam vet brought a new kind of fear into Mike’s life. Fonso had severe psychological problems, and his discipline was terrible. For minor infractions, such as slamming a door, he forced Mike to do pushups for hours. If the little boy collapsed, his father beat him. Fonso insisted on school attendance so much that Cheryl had to hide Mike in the closet when he was sick.

Perhaps it was some dark premonition that drove Fonso to toughen up his young son and teach him self-reliance far beyond his years. Mike was barely eight when his father was murdered in a run-in with drug dealers.

Overnight, the protection and income Fonso had provided were gone. It was back to the streets for 24 year old Cheryl, who now had three kids: Mike; Raf, age four; and Amber, one year. Life was bitterly hard, and another baby was on the way.

It wasn’t long before Cheryl brought home Marcel, a cocaine addict who terrorized the family even more than Fonso had. When Mike innocently questioned what Marcel had done with Cheryl’s wages as a transit worker, Marcel broke the little boys jaw so badly it had to be wired in place.

Marcel soon got Cheryl hooked on cocaine and the two would disappear on drug binges, at first leaving the children locked in a closet but eventually leaving them alone for weeks at a time. Cheryl had convinced Mike that if anyone found out what was happening, the children would be separated and sent to foster homes. Remembering his father’s fierce admonitions to be a man, the eight year old became consumed by the need to keep his family together no matter what.

To make sure no one suspected anything, Mike began cleaning the apartment himself, doing laundry by hand and keeping his sisters fed, diapered and clean. He scavenged junk shops for hairbrushes, bottles and clothes, whatever they could afford, and covered up for his mothers absences with an endless litany of excuses. Cheryl and Marcel were soon burning through everything the family had to buy crack-even money for the rent and the children’s food. When their money situation became desperate, Mike quietly quit elementary school, at nine to support the family himself. He cleaned yards, unloaded trucks and stocked liquor stores, always working before dawn or late night so the smaller children wouldn’t be alone while awake.

As Cheryl and Marcel’s drug binges and absences became longer and more frequent, their brief returns became more violent. Sinking deeper into addiction, Cheryl would simply abandon Marcel when hid drugs ran out and hook up with someone who was better supplied. A crazed Marcel would then rampage through the slum apartment, torturing and terrorizing the children for information where the money was hidden or where he could find their mother.

One night, Marcel put Mike’s two-year-old sister in a plastic bag and held it closed. Without air, the toddlers’ eyes were bulging and she was turning blue. Where’s your mother? The addict screamed. Sobbing, Mike and little five-year-old Raf threw themselves at Marcel again and again, beating on his back with their tiny fists. In desperation, Mike finally sank his teeth into Marcel’s neck, praying the savage tormentor would drop the plastic bag and pick on him instead. It worked. Marcel wheeled and threw Mike through the window, cutting him with shattered glass and breaking his arm.

Cheryl’s parents, Mabel and Otis Bradley, loved their grandchildren deeply, but they worked long hours and lived a difficult multiple-bus commute away, and could see them only rarely. Sensing the family was struggling, Mabel sent toys, clothes, and diapers, never dreaming that even the diapers were being sold by Cheryl for drug money. Although Mabel’s constant phone calls and unconditional love became Mikes only anchor of support, he didn’t dare tell her that anything was wrong. He feared his gentle grandmother would have a heart attack if she learned the truth-or worse, a violent confrontation with Marcel.

The family was forced to move constantly, sleeping in movie theaters, abandon cars and even fresh crime scenes at times. Mike washed their clothes in public restrooms and cooked on a single-burner hot plate. Eventually, Cheryl and Marcel always caught up to them.

Despite the moves, Mike insisted the younger kids attend school, get good grades and be model citizens. To classmates, teachers and even their grandmother, the children always seemed normal, well-groomed and happy. No one could have imagined how they lived or that they were being raised by another child. Somehow Mike had managed to sort through the good intentions but brutal methods of his father, and blend them with loving example of his grandmother, to form a unique value system. He loved his family deeply, and in return, the children loved, trusted and believed in him. You don’t have to end up on the street, he told them. See what Mamma is like? Stay off drugs! Secretly he was terrified that his mother would one day O.D. in front of them.

Over the next few years, Cheryl was jailed repeatedly for possession and sale of narcotics and other crimes, and was sometimes gone for up to a year at a time. Out of jail, she continued to have more children, making the family’s financial situation increasingly critical. Hard as Mike tried, it was becoming impossible for him to care for three new babies and support a family of seven kids at the same time. One Christmas there was only one can of corn and a box of macaroni and cheese for all of them to share. Their only toys for the past year had been a single McDonalds Happy Meal figurine for each child. For presents, Mike had the children wrap the figurines in newspaper and exchange them. It was one of their better Christmases.

The young teenager now lived in constant anxiety, but still refused to fall into the easier world of drug dealing and crime. Instead, he braved the dangerous streets late at night selling doctored macadamia nuts, which, to half-crazed addicts, looked like thirty-dollar crack-cocaine rocks. He knew he risked his life every time he took chances, but he felt he had few choices. In the nightly siege of gang and drug warfare, the odds were against him, though. By age fifteen, Mike had been shot eight times.

Worse, his reserves of strength and hope were running dangerously low. For as long as he could remember, he had lived with relentless daily fears: Will we be able to eat today? Will we be on the street tonight? Will Marcel show up tomorrow?

And after more than forty moves, it seemed they had finally hit rock bottom. Home was now the Frontier Hotel, a filthy dive on Skid Row where pimps and prostitutes stalked the halls and drug deals went down on the stairways. The kids had watched a murder in the lobby, and Mike was now afraid to leave them alone or sleep. For the few nights they had been there, he had stayed up with a baseball bat to kill rats as they crawled under the door.

Sleep-deprived and overwhelmed by stress, Mike felt crushed by the responsibilities of his life. It was 2:00 A.M. His brother and sisters were huddled under a single blanket on the floor. Michelle, the youngest baby, was crying, but he had no food for her. The boy who had shouldered his secret burden for so many years suddenly lost hope.

Stumbling to the window in despair, Mike stood at the edge, steeling himself to jump. Silently asking his family to forgive him, he closed his eyes and took a last deep breath. Just then, a woman across the street spotted him and began screaming. Mike reeled back from the edge and fell into a corner, sobbing. For the rest of the night, he rocked the hungry baby and prayed for help.

It came a few days later on the eve of Thanksgiving 1993, shortly before Mikes sixteenth birthday. A church outreach group had set up a sidewalk kitchen nearby to feed the hungry, and Mike took the children there for free sandwiches. So impressed were the volunteers with him and polite youngsters that they began asking gentle questions. A dam deep inside Mike finally broke, and his story spilled out.

Within days, the church group was at work trying to find the family permanent shelter, but no single foster home could take all seven children. Advised that the family would have to be separated for their own good, Mike adamantly refused, threatening to disappear back into the jungle with the kids. The only person he trusted to keep the family together was his grandmother. Reluctantly, he finally told her of their life for the past eight years.

Stunned and horrified, Mabel Bradley immediately agreed to take the children, but the Los Angeles County social welfare system balked. Mabel was sixty-six years, retired, and the children’s grandfather was diabetic. How could the Bradley’s possibly cope with seven youngsters? But Mike knew better. He hid the children and refused to negotiate any alternative except his grandparents. Finally the social workers and courts agreed, and an ecstatic Mabel and Otis Bradley were granted permanent legal custody of the children. Somehow every child had survived unharmed. Nothing short of miracles it seemed, and Mike’s unfathomable strength and love-had kept them together.

Mabel has since returned to work and now willingly commutes more than one hundred miles a day, while Otis cares for the children. Mike works as many jobs as he can to help support the family, but smart, willing and honest as he is; only minimum-wage jobs are available. More than anyone, he realizes the value of an education and is working on his GED.

His dream is to someday start a small company that can simultaneously employ and counsel street kids like himself who are without the traditional educational skills to make it in the normal work world, but who don’t want to be forced back to street life because they can’t find work.

Mike is also dedicated to reaching other inner-city kids through his music. A talented singer and songwriter, he writes inspirational rap with his own unique message of hope. Having seen so many kids die in his young life; he wants desperately to reach those who might live. Surviving is against the odds, but it happens, and we have to get that message out. If a thousand people hear me and two kids don’t get shot, don’t deal, don’t die, then we’ve done something.

There is little time to sing right now, though, for Mike and his family are still struggling themselves. But Raf, Amber and Chloe are now steeping proudly into Mikes shoes to do their part at home. They are the tree oldest street babies he raised and taught to live with courage and hope.

They remember well all of Mikes words, whispered fiercely to them over and over during the bad times, during the many moves when, each time, they had to leave everything behind: Whatever you have, be grateful for it! Even if you have nothing, be grateful you’re alive! Believe in yourself. Nobody is stopping you. Have a goal. Survive!

Mike Powell will have his company for street kids some day. And there will be time, later, for the rest of his dreams, too. Mike is, only nineteen.

News!!!

2009-06-28T13:03:00.001+08:00

"The Administration has confirmed that the holiday is being extended to one more week.
The students are expected to come back to school by 6th July 2009, Monday.
The Medical Check up will also be postponed to 6th July.

spread the words~"

"To all MDians:
Please be informed that there will be a medical screening for Infuenza A(H1N1) early in the morning ASAP after you arrived in school on the first day of school reopened. "

2009-06-26T00:58:00.000+08:00

25th of June, last night at Berakas :') will post pictures up soon :)

define YOU

2009-06-11T00:38:00.000+08:00

Because it’s just like one of those random days where a heart warming text message would instantly wake you up and in return, trying to reply sensibly even though your brain is working abnormally slow with your eyes half opened,

Because it’s knowing that his arms will find a way to hold you at your weakest, eyes that will see you at your ugliest and a heart that will love you at your worst,

Because it’s realizing his love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes you reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds,

Because it’s making pinky promises that we’d always be around for each other,

Because it’s having him on your mind throughout the whole day, thinking what he’s doing at that exact moment,

Because there’s no point trying to explain when he knows how or what your feelings are and realizing the fact that putting something so beautiful and great into words is just impossible.

Boundaries by Kris Allen

2009-05-21T21:30:00.000+08:00

No Boundaries by Kara DioGuardi (”Kara’s Song”)

Seconds hours so many days
You know what you want but how long can you wait
Every moment last forever if you feel you’ve lost your way
What if your chances are already gone
Started believing that I could be wrong
But you give me one good reason
to fight and never walk away

Coz hear I am — still holding on!

Every step you climb another mountain
Every breathe its harder to believe

You’ll make it through the pain (or through all your aches and pains)
Weather the hurricane
To get to that one thing

When you think the road is going nowhere
Just when you’ve almost gave up on your dreams
Then take it by the hand and show you that you can

You can go higher
You can go deeper
There are no boundaries
Above and beneath you
B-reak every rule coz there’s nothing between you
and your dreams

Every step you climb another mountain
Every breathe its harder to believe

Wishing you all the very best

2009-05-20T20:29:00.002+08:00

Hey everybody :) Assalamualaikum :D

Updates : So far the exam has been good and I feel confident that I won't be disappointed, BUT for my EAS paper 2, I knew I totally blew it since I think I answered the question wrongly, and my grammar sucked, so whatever. NOW i just really have to do my best for my other EAS paper.

To everyone : Goodluck with your exams. Remember do not study on the last day, it'll get stressful. And clear any doubts you have with your teachers or your friends. DO NOT leave it alone, so take the opportunity before your exams to ask away. And most of all, BACA DOA. :)

Take care and wish you guys all the best.

Yours truly,
Wina

L-O-V-E By Nat King Cole

2009-05-10T20:50:00.001+08:00

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please dont break it
Love was made for me and you

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please dont break it
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you

2009-05-10T13:41:00.001+08:00

EXAM IS IN THREE DAYS

2009-05-09T22:16:00.003+08:00

Congrats baby on your win. I know how nervous you were this morning about the game. Hehe.. Majal benar lagi tu. Nah, see who won? Hehe.. Nwys, all the effort you put in was worth it. A medal is now yours. Congrats again syg :) Enjoy your celebration tonight :D You deserve it. I'll be faithfully waiting for you after all is done.

Congratulations to Sportivo for winning the title of CHAMPION on MD League 2009

2nd place went to HB and 3rd to Selingkuh

2009-05-09T14:01:00.001+08:00

EXAM IS IN FOUR DAYS

2009-05-04T21:27:00.003+08:00

Hey y'all, I haven't written in a while so I just decided to post one up before, well, before I get busy again. I'm doing my homeworks now, and I've realized (well actually did realized this days ago but I totally ignored and did nothing about it), MY FIRST DAY OF EXAM STARTS IN 9 DAYS!!!

Shoot eh adakah inda sedar :( Anyways, stuff has been pretty busy around here. Have been going back home quite late everyday, always something to do, totally crazy, and been busy with homeworks and tests, that i forgot about the AS which is typical of me. I'm scared as **** but i cant risk thinking too much about being scared, and should focus more on REVISING, so yeah, REVISE WINA!!!

Btw, today's match of spurtivo, well THEY WON!!! *woohoo* they have won four straight games in a row, so Im happy for them that they are happy. I'M SO PROUD OF YOU MI. But even if you didn't win, i will still be proud of you hun so don't worry, i got your back :)

So now since its pretty late, I'm gonna call it a night :) Take care everyone. And to AMIRUL, I'll see YOU tomorrow :) Goodnight and sleep well everybody =D

Yours truly,
Wina Walnut

woohooo

2009-04-03T00:53:00.003+08:00

Hey everybody!!!

I am terribly sorry for the lack of updates really, even turning my laptop on took some effort, but yeah, finally after one long busy day, Im resting and am just tryna do something for the blog, and well for the people who read it.

To summarizes what had happen in the past few weeks, well

I had my FIRST YEAR ANNIVERSARY with my sayang :D Even though we didn't spend the day together, we made up for it the next day as we held a BBQ with the guys, and I was really glad I came, helping him with the food, and well basically doing what couples do with each other, having fun. Hehe.. I went home quite late, but it was worth it :)
My family and I went to Miri 25th til 26th. It was just a one day holiday outside Brunei, we stayed at The Marriott, known as Royal Righa before it changed the name, dunno y. Nwys, I had my asthma the whole trip so I didnt enjoy esp when it was night as that was the worse for my sickness :S
During first of April, well, two days ago, I surprised Mirul with a birthday cake at school, now that was surprising as I thought he had already expected it hehe but he didn't. We had Chocolate Fudge Cake and the guys bought Oreo Cheesecake. It was such a happy day, after that, we went to my house to eat then went to Hua Ho Manggis to bought some stuff, presents for my baby :) Then went shopping for food supply after that went to the mall to again search for presents. Hehe.. I didn't regret spending the day with you, akhir kali ah balik :D So I spent like from 7am til 10pm with my baby, and I HAD A BLAST. Owh yea, during dinner, I asked Mi to try out this Lamb from Excapade, hehe, Mi was really enjoying it. He said it is the most best lamb he ever tried. So try it out aryt? Haha.. Ada tu Lamb Sashimi kh? Hehe.. I forgot the name but yea, its lke freaking delicious :P
Yesterday was my brother's 5th birthday, and we surprised with a cake and a car-track present. I became restless as my mum told me to do this and that, but, it was okay since I had something t keep my mind off a bit from being misserable, missing my baby :( and now I still do :(

ok ok, thats enought for tonight. I really feel soo sleepy :S Goodnight y'all :)

Lotsa love

Wina Walnut

p/s : I miss my AMIRUL HAMIZAN BIN AWG HAMZAH

2009-04-23T22:26:00.003+08:00

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABY :)

TIMES WITH YOU ARE THE BEST TIMES OF MY LIFE

*SORRY NO PICTURE, NOT USING MY LAPTOP

P/S : I LOVE YOU MIRUL :D

2009-04-26T23:51:00.003+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WINA :), HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME :D

I had the most wonderful day today, thanks to all my family and friends :) ONE IN PARTICULAR, AMIRUL HAMIZAN, who made all that happen. Thanks baby :D I owe you one :) and to everyone who came, thank you soo much :) It was a long time since we had that kinda gathering, so I was glad that all succeed.

Let's just say, Im too happy inside to tell all the details, but I HAD A GREAT TIME WITH EVERYONE :D especially with my syg, as he brought me to my first DPMM match :D Hehe.. Still bengang but yea, THANK YOU HUN.

And I officially have a keyboard now :D Yeay!!! Now I can practice all the songs that makes good music, well, after my exams that is :)

Since its almost 12am, I better go to sleep or my syg will get mad at me for being too sleepy tomorrow. Hun, for you, I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU FOR A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY EVER :) I swear this is my FAVORITE one yet :)

I LOVE YOU :)

2009-05-01T11:46:00.002+08:00

Good morning everyone :)

Shoot. Exam is like in twelve days and I haven't even studied that much yet ): crap. Wasted my time doing other things rather than doing something good for my future. Nwys, UPDATES :)

Mum asked us to pack some stuff of ours to be moved to the new house. Im not sure when though, but I heard its somewhere in June, which I still have my exam, so Im quite not ready for that yet. Hmm.. Maybe we should start packing now huh. Since I'll be pretty busy then.

OK MOTIVATION !!! "DO NOT BE LAZY WINA. YOU NEED TO DO THIS"
I need to do this. I need to be smart and not lazy-ing around again. Let's do this!

Haha.. Off to eat and go tuition now. Bye lovely people :)

P/S : I miss my Amirul and I need one of your smoothing words. I love you :D

2009-04-24T18:43:00.001+08:00

I miss my Amirul :( I hope that you do too, cause I sure miss you babe

This song gives inspiration to people who needs one :)

2009-04-04T16:50:00.001+08:00

The Climb lyrics by Miley Cyrus
Songwriters: Alexander, J; Mabe, J;

I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there's a voice inside my head saying
"You'll never reach it"

Every step I'm taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking

But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking

I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going

And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on

'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody's gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!

Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa

2009-03-17T23:10:00.000+08:00

Just wanna share a little something for my readers

“PUUUSH.PUUUSH,” I called out to my friend, but it appeared that there was no use in trying anymore. My car was stuck in the mud and I was on a double date. Being a 16 year old boy, I wanted to make a good impression on my pretty and intelligent date. However, hearing the motor rev with the car still stuck in the mud did not earn “brownie points” for my friend or me in the eyes of our dates.

We continued to push and push, but there was no getting my car “unstuck” from the mud. Sharon, my date, was revving the car’s engine while Jeff and I were pushing and pushing. Finally, I said, “Enough!” Embarrassed, I approached Sharon as she sat behind the wheel of my mother’s red station wagon. Before I could speak I noticed the gear on the car: IT WAS SET ON “NEUTRAL!”
I set the gear to “drive,” instructed Sharon to wait until I gave her the signal to press down on the accelerator, and then went back to help Jeff push the car out of the mud.

That was our first date. Even though it resulted in my getting mud on my slacks, Sharon caused me to have love in my heart. I was “stung” by the Love Bug.

Sharon and I dated seriously throughout high school. I went away to college as Sharon was finishing her senior year in high school. Our love, which was blooming, was only matched in size by our long-distance telephone bills.

The next year, Sharon joined me at the University of Texas. We were so happy. We thought we were at the top of the world. We thought our lives were set. That was true until that eventful evening when in a split second our lives changed forever.

On February 18, 1981, we were studying at the library of the University. It was late and Sharon told me that she had to return to her dormitory to go to sleep. We slid into my car and headed toward her dorm, but, unfortunately, my gas gauge was registering “empty.” I pulled into a nearby convenience store, borrowed $2 from Sharon, and walked into the store to pay for the gas.

Things do not always work out as one plans them. Unfortunately, the store was in the midst of a robbery, and one of the thieves forced me into the cooler. He followed me, pushed me to the floor, and calmly shot me in the back of the head — execution style!

The story does not end there. Yes, the criminal thought I was dead; thus eliminating any witness to the crime. However, when the thieves left the store, I still had a faint pulse.

Very few people believed I would remain alive much longer. That is why the police transferred my case to the Homicide division. That is also why the neurosurgeon when he was awakened at his home to see me at the hospital came quickly but returned home as he believed an operation would be futile.

However, when the doctor returned to the hospital in the morning, he was shocked to see that I was still alive. He told my parents that an operation was necessary, but he added that he would be surprised if I survived the surgery.

I fooled all of the medical experts and survived the surgery. However, the surgeon warned my parents that even though I was still breathing I would probably never be able to communicate with anyone or understand anyone who was attempting to communicate with me. Basically, the surgeon stated, I would be “a vegetable.”

Hearing those words, my father told Sharon, “Get on with your life.”

Sharon quickly replied, “Mike is my life.”
Even though we were not yet married, Sharon believed in the vows, “in sickness and in health.” She dropped out of college for one semester to be with me at the Rehabilitation Hospital in Houston where I was eventually transferred. Sharon was spending her time with her “drooling boyfriend in the hospital” while other college freshmen were spending their time at parties.

Eventually, Sharon returned to Austin to continue her college education. Once again we had enormous phone bills.

My goal was to also return to Austin, to the University of Texas, to be with Sharon. Eighteen months after no one thought I would survive, I accomplished that goal. One of the primary reasons was . Sharon; my love, who refused to give up or give in.

Four years after returning to college I graduated. For me, that meant I could finally propose to Sharon, my light at the end of the dark tunnel. She was the one who would always encourage me to look forward and not to focus on the past.

On a beautiful day in May, Sharon and I exchanged vows and were married. We were meant to be together. We had dated for nine long and eventful years, but I realized at the wedding that it was worth everything. Sharon was truly my soulmate.

We have been married for many years and we have a beautiful daughter, Shawn. We have experienced so much — some bad, but more, much more, good.

This is not merely a “love letter” to my wife. Rather, it is the story of a girl’s overcoming everyone’s “rational” thoughts to stay behind with her critically injured boyfriend. To me that shows what kind of woman Sharon is–a beauty both inside and out. Further, it shows the lesson of never giving up on one’s dreams. I give Sharon all the credit for my recovery–not me. I don’t know where I would be without her–definitely not where I am today.

Sharon, I love you so very much.

- Michael Segal

I love...

2009-03-10T22:02:00.002+08:00

I love today
I love how we didn't argue
I love how I could talk nonsense with him
I love how things went smoothly today
I love how his face looks like when he is annoyed by me
I love seeing his smile all day (not even one single sadness present)
I love how the usual thoughts that fills my mind, was not with me at all
I hope there will be more and more of today
I love how perfect today was, and wish and will work hard for more good days like this
I love how he didn't mind me wiping his face
I love how I ate my lunch and spend most of my time with HIM
I will hope to make him happy again tomorrow
I will not want to disappoint him again
I will want to try everything I can to make him happy
I will try
I love AMIRUL HAMIZAN and I will always have and will and FOREVER :)

My Sassy Girl

2009-03-08T21:01:00.003+08:00

I just finished watching a Movie called "My Sassy Girl". Gosh, it is a really fun and romantic movie with a very touching soul to it. I LOVE IT!!! :D Hehe.. As usual, made me cried like every sad part, omg, like, I don't know. Sometimes it makes you feel like you hate it, and at the end it softens you and wins your heart, its soo breathtaking. Well, this movie is, what we called Chick flick so Im saying this as a girl, generally. To guys, well, depends on what type of movies you are in to. :D Well, I recommend it if you need something to settle you down, and make you sit still for an hour and fifteen minutes. Trust me, this movie, is just the soul of what love means :)

Take care,
yours truly,
Wina Walnut (L)

A day out on the beach =)

2009-03-08T17:37:00.002+08:00

Hey y'all, oooohhh feeling soo tired :) Had the greatest times today, as I went out to Pantai Berakas with Mirul, his sister and her friends. Well, we took the oppurtunity to go out and meet up with each other :) Hehe.. Im glad you thought of the plan hun :) Well, i'll just tell a summary of what we did, and surely will post some pictures but not some time near as the pictures are with Amirul.

Anyways, I woke up like 7am today, haha, mann too early but WORTH IT!!! I get to see my syg :) Well, got ready and decided on what things to bring, after that waited for Mirul to pick me up and not long after, a miscalled from him showing that he arrived =) Got in the car, and we lalu Lambak since its really close from there, like 5mins from Lambak. Haha.. Well, something like that. As we arrived, there weren't alot of people yet but Kaka's friends were already there, well, some of em. Me and Mirul felt weird as we didnt know who these people were, and well, feeling awkward, we decided to go down to the beach and just play with the sand. Considering it was Mirul's first time, he said that this pantai was different than the others. I agree as it was a bit smaller and messier. They should really renovate some parts of the beach and just clean the area abit more from all the logs and rubbish scattering :S it was just pure, hmmm, unsafe? Me and Mirul decorate sand haha making volcanos, building and Mirul even made a cool pathway like a tunnel, it was very smart. Sadly we couldnt take a pic as our phones was way back at our picnic site.

Not long after that, we went up to change and eat some sandwiches to erase the feeling of hunger, man, the chicken BBQ was reeallyyyy FANTASTIC, its like, PERFECT, not too over cooked, not undercooked, u get what I mean here? Well, you wont know unless you've taste one so yea. I ate two and two sausages, sllllururpppp, hehe, i can still remember the taste in my mouth. :D alright weird much. Moving on, after everyone eat, we sit for awhile, and everyone suggested to go down to the beach and go to their friend who was "mengail" at that time, so we all agreed. We went til like the end of the beach where you could see abit of pantai tungku and the empire, the way there, was VERY HOT and we saw a jellyfish too, alive. Hehe.. Mirul carried me in his arms :P I was afraid that I hurt his hands since I feel like I was really heavy, well, I know Im not but i feel like it. It was a 15mins walk from the picnic area to where we were headed so yea, as couples do, we joke around, took some pics and some videos and yea, just having fun. We havent had that in a long time so i was really happy and thankful for that.

Upon arriving to the end of the beach, there were tall rock where you can sit while wait for the fishes to take bait, it was soo damn hard :( BUT fun nonetheless. After like just sitting, we decided to went back and Me, Mirul, Kaka and Ned went to the small pool of water where little crabs were. The guys picked them up and put them into a plastic cup, it was soo irritating and funny seeing them walking in their shells. Haha.. Kesian durang. But yea, thats life. Haha.. Apakan. During picking out crabs, we were left by the others so we had to catch up. There is this area, where its covered with water and all, and as you walk you're afraid that you might fall in. So yea that was the scary part. So we had to walk like really careful. Then we walked back again, the long, sunny and hot walk back to our picnic area. Time passed, and we arrived, and feeling exhausted, everyone just rested their feet. It was soo energy draining just walking on the beach as we have to dragged our feet like all the time, and it was heavy with the sand and all. And annoying for all the sharp things on the surface, like little rock and woods, like you wont know what you may fall into. Right? Ok whatever it was it was painful.

After an hour of resting, everyone went home and Mi sent me home. He got sunburn, poor him, and my skin just look a bit darker than before. I hope the massage I gave was really calming and not painful, kecian syg rsa panas :(

OK thats all for nw, feeling a bit tired still so ima go rest now. Take care and lotsa love, Wina Walnut :)

2009-03-06T15:04:00.004+08:00

Hey everyone. Had tahlil yesterday. Well, the night was okay. We went to Kumbang first and prayed and had tahlil. Syifa, my baby cousin, was looking very cute. Hehe.. She kept smiling, owh she looked really happy. Flashed smiles to everyone. Cute sadly I didnt took a picture. Well, I did but it wasnt very clear. Would like to show you how chubby she looks like, and white :D

Anyways, after some time, we all ate. I ate spaghetti and butter nun ;D

It was yummy and well, made me full coz the nun was really big than the usual ones. After that, well, we had to go to Lambak since dsna ada jua tahlil, so we left after that.

On the way to Lambak, mum told me a weird story, well cant post it up here so yea, it left me, I dont know, abit hatred about some part, and then annoyed. And amused. So yeah, lets not go there. We arrived at Lambak and it looked reallty dark and scary. (-_-) We thought everyone left. Haha.. Panat, rupanya dalam2 baru nampak all the cars. My mum and I went in and they already started tahlil during that time.

After tahlil, we went to the kitchen. I took Teh Tarik, wooo, it was soo yummy. Hehe.. Im sorry im making you guys hungry talking about food and such. Me and my cousins went to Thea's room, and we watched this DVD, called Practical Magic. Its this movie that I used to always watch when I was a little girl, its really awesome. Check it out on youtube :D

When Maria, the witch ancestor of our protagonists, realizes that her lover is never going to come for her, she casts a spell on herself to never fall in love again. Unfortunately, the spell goes awry and becomes a family curse: any man that falls for an Owens woman will die. And that's exactly what happens to Sally (Sandra Bullock) and Gillian (Nicole Kidman) Owens' father, causing their mother to die of a broken heart. The young girls then live with their two aunts (Stockard Channing, Diane Wiest), who teach them the ways of being a witch and how to deal with the ridicule that comes with the family profession. But one night when they witness their aunts casting a love spell for a neighbor, Sally decides she will never fall in love and dreams up a man that will never exist...Until one day she goes to town with her aunts and she meets the man she falls for. The next thing you know, Sally is happily married to Michael (Mark Feuerstein) with two daughters of her very own. Her sister, in the mean time, has been living in Florida where life is constant parties.But when the beetle of death sounds, Sally know it is only a matter of time before she loses Michael like her mother lost her father...and like all the Owens women have lost the men they love. It is only when the curse plays out that she learns her aunts cast the spell on her to fall for him in the first place. She allows her daughters to live with the aunts that raised her, telling them that her daughters are to never do magic.With Michael's tragic death, the sisters reunite and it's Gillian who presses Sally to forgive herself and move on. But tragedy strikes twice when the sisters again reunite, this time when Gilly calls because her boyfriend, Jimmy (Goran Visnjic), begins beating her. It is his accidental death that makes them toy with nature. Hoping to bring him back so they won't be arrested. They succeed, but are forced to actually kill him this time when he tries to strangle Gilly.Jimmy, however, is haunting them. And the aunts leave when the girls won't confess what happened. Which only becomes a bigger problem when and officer comes looking for Jimmy with a letter Sally had written to Gilly. Why? Because a woman has turned up dead and naked. But this one is special. He happens to be the man that Sally conjured up all those years ago and the girls realize it. Gary, however, isn't there simply because of his case. He fell in love with Sally's letter and now has to reconcile his duty to the badge, and arresting Jimmy's murderer, and duty to the woman he loves, the woman he wished for.Jimmy's ghost isn't gone. He's possessing Gilly and the only way to save her is to form a coven and banish him...which Sally does by using all the townspeople who have called her names for years. But only the love of the sisters can send him away...well that and a little magic. When Jimmy's death is declared accidental, Gary returns to Sally for that chance at happiness. And the girls embrace their magic roots. So maybe normal is relative...and a witch can have her happy ending.

Pact between two people

2009-03-05T19:02:00.001+08:00

Ok so we made a deal :) Me and Mi are trying to get things balanced in life, starting life in school, anything related. Social life, school work life, friends and all that stuff. We’re trying to do this to make life more, interesting or hmm I don’t know, independent? SO I hope that this thing could work. Well for both of us. No more misunderstanding, and no more of that empty feeling we get in the morning. Mostly, I know that it was my part for that. I suddenly seem lost this year, I don’t know why, maybe I’m not good with adjusting. Just, hope everything goes well.

And now, yes you notice I have Plurk. Haha.. Well, it looks fun to do so I’m gonna try that out. If it’s boring, then I wont bother. OK I’m off to go now. Two ceremonies to go too. Take care and I’ll write more later. Insyallah. OK Goodnight everyone. :D Peace and love, Wina.

I miss you love, take care and be well. :)

Superiority

2009-03-02T22:07:00.001+08:00

Well, today marks the first day for the lower six admission. We all could see the eager and “sakai” faces of the lower six students. Haha.. Some faces, were known, Mostly not though. Well, most of the students came from school in Bandars, and STPRIans were NOT ALOT. Some familiar faces from St George and St Andrews. Hahaha. Mirul said that they’re gonna pick some one to bully. Jahat kamu ani. Anyway, the orientation looks kinda long and boring. Haha. Cubatah ada yang macam D PTEB where we got to do like an Amazing Race version. that was one wicked orientation. Makes me miss PTE more. Haha.. Corny me but yea. I kinda admit, PTE to me is way better than MD but Im glad that I got to share my time and life with Mirul so its all worth it. :D Haha. To all MDians, pls do not be offended by what I say. This is just MY OPINION that i write in my blog so yea, THAT is the purpose right?

BTW, im off to chat with my syg 2100 :)

Hey Im back :) My baby is going working out in his room (”,) oooh im checking him out :P hehe.. he looks sexy in his shorties only :) sorry baby.. :D Jangan marah. Im soo glad that Im yours :D Hehe.. Well atleast im not posting a picture of him in his shorts, karang urang nampak (-_-) malas tah ku ingau lau urang mau liat. Ahh syg ahh. :)

Nwys, today was I might say very interesting. Hehe.. Didnt go to any of my class well except for Physics practical. Wasn’t in the mood really to study, Thank god no homeworks were given so i didn’t miss out on anything :) EAS and Accounts was officially a NO-HAVE-CLASS so i decided to use the extra time to do my Maths, Integration. It was very confusing. Later in the evening, I asked MI about it and he helped ALOT so baby, THANK YOU :D What I would do without you, baby?

OK, new assignments, SUPER assignments to be done by this week ;

1. Study for Accounts test this Thursday on Issues of Shares (have not revise one bit)

2. Read a book and write a review about it to be due on Thursday (note: choose a book that you really understand the concept and have read it too)

3. Practical Physics paper to be done by Thursday :S

As you can see, why am i posting my homeworks here? Cause I checked my blog regularly but rarely post on it, so Its a confirmality that I would check on my homework and remember about it from here :) and that, all is due on THURSDAY, THIS FREAKING THURSDAY 5.03.09 :( Alright, better go now. To much hatred towards homework nonetheless talking about it. Take care. And mind my randomness today as I am feeling VERY VERY SLEEPY.

Lotsa love,

Wina

p/s : Hey handsome :D