Salam.
This is a scheduled post to tell all of you guys out there that I am along with my lovely fiance and BFF, Yda bebeh here at the Putra Indoor Stadium Bukit Jalil, Kuala Lumpur waiting for the appearance of WESTLIFE on stage!!!
Agagaga... macam budak-budak. So what?? I just got back my childhood dream so let me be the one for once... heee...
Will be updated later once I get the internet connection... ^__^
Oh, here they are! Got to go!!!
Nicko~~~ I love you~~~~
Shane!~!!! Marky!!!! Kian~~~~
I'm in Zero Gravity!!
Salam.
Peace.
Frank McCourt : Teacher Man
Instead of teaching, I told stories. Anything to keep them quiet and in their seats. They thought I was teaching. I thought I was teaching. I was learning. And you called yourself a teacher? I didn't call myself anything. I was more than a teacher. And less. In the high school classroom you are a drill sergeant, a rabbi, a shoulder to cry on, a disciplinarian, a singer, a low-lever scholar, a clerk, a referee, a clown, a counselor, a dress-code enforcer, a conductor, an apologist, a philosopher, a collaborator, a tap dancer, a politician, a therapist, a fool, a traffic cop, a priest, a mother-father-brother-sister-uncle-aunt, a bookkeeper, a critic, a psychologist, the last straw. - Frank McCourt: Teacher Man


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