Borneo trip

Why oh why

Dear diary,
Tomorrow is May 20 which is the beginning of Kem Bina Insan Guru.  A program that will test the ability to withstand life discomfort which is purposely created. Somehow I try to make myself understand the relevance of all this nonsense requirement but who am I to question or to put myself at loggerhead in opposing the tradition. Poie yo lah.. Pasrah T.T. I cannot imagine how to survive with millions of leeches in the lake. If it is written that I will die because of leeches breeding in my body, be it. If not, come la whatever gene of leeches. I will hit all of u sharply, add some stir fry sauce.. And come everybody have a taste!!
OMG I could foresee myself screaming like mad. Mcm jerit dlm lif disakat oleh Rol. Or perhaps louder than that...

self-esteem, why are you being so poor?

Dear diary,

This is my blog. The place where I can simply throw words and write about emotions of my own. I feel bad, I feel so bad. There is this one guy whom I do not like and do not care about his existence but he seems to be interested to know me. Then, just now he sent a message asking my friend's hp no. This is not the first time. Few weeks ago my student saw me walking with my friend and out of nowhere my student approached me for the intention of getting my other friend's hp number..When I was in form 4, yes Haziq asked for Afifah's number and well in form 5 there was one handsome guy in my batch who were quite close with my own elder sister..then again my own teacher requested to get to know my sister too..huu sape lg..I never give a damn to such thing..but tonight it makes me think, too many times that I have unofficially appointed to be the source of the beautiful people's contact no. My name is Ayuni and I am half human half instrument for some guys. too many times count.This has been happening for years. Do not blame me for being unhappy!

"Everyone is beautiful in some way" said by the most positive person on earth.huu ye la sgt. I have a problem of poor self-confidence because I never once comey. I am UGLY. I am UGLY. UGLY I am..huu huuu..~I feel shy with how I look while my friends around me are born with what is considered pretty and cute by the society. I am the ugliest in my family. My sister is fair and petite like my mom. She has almost everything. Of course I cannot stop from getting jealous, but I never harm anybody..It's just that I feel so intimidated..Yadai yadai "At least you have 10 fingers, at least you can walk, at least you don't look like niggars"..this thoughts never help. Semua adalah satu pembohongan, more or less like the previous PRU. Opps..back to my case, I am not getting nearer to gaining confidence or embarking my day by exclaiming to my own reflection that I look good. It is very hard...tsk3.. One question! Is it possible that if I make my life beautiful, then I can feel the same? Betul ke tak betul? Confidence hilang..lenyap secara tiba2...and it is incurable at the moment. Ya Allah!

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Every cross matters

Who deserves my vote!!?
Diluah mati emak ditelan mati bapak..
Bapak suruh pangkah yg ni... Tv ckp yg tu... Internet ckp mcm ni... Risalah dpn rumah ckp macam tu... Article 10 minit dsai ckp mcm ni... 50dalil anwar xlayak jadi pm ckp mcm tu..
org yg sumpah ckp tu... Tertuduh ckp ni.. Mahathir ckp mcm tu..
What a wonderfool world

>.<

I'll bring a coin this Sunday

Selamat panjang umur

Happy birthday ma -26.4.2013
Kalau la yuni mewarisi at least 5% drpd sifat keibuan mama..ada kemungkinan yuni da bergelar puan skrg.. Eh ehe eh >.<
Mama.. Kito jupo weekend dpn

Goodbye kids

Dear diary
It's 4am and i'm still in the study room working on my final lesson which will not be executed because tomorrow is my final day of practicum. I just cnt imagine that my final days in smktp turn out very beautifully nearing to the final stop. For God sake, I will remember my students, the choral speaking group, my super understanding and supportive cr, my father-like principal, and the whole school. The exhausting nights and duties are paid off today when the principal rewarded us with cert of excellence service in the school throughout the 12 weeks. The surprise pot luck head by kak sofiah, and also the pk hem who never fails to make me laugh and add more calories in my body with his home made cendol. The gift from english dept, the teddies... And of course a teddy from one of my boys who seemed to admirer his teacher very much. (Terasa la hot sekejap):P.. This morning was the best, the cs team were loaded in my car like sardines and i had to drive for a few trips to bring them out, drinking barley.. What else.. Fahmi's joke, zulhelmi's over acting.. And the scene where me viki fahmi zinil and anis were in my car and i attempted to hit aliff who was walking like mak nenek.. ..memorable.. all the things..Anis najwa's laughter, faralisa, kak syahida's appreciation.. Semua lah.. Semua :') I had a perfect life as a practicum teacher, indeed. And the best part of all, now i can get my heart convinced that this career suits me best. I can officially erase my past failure of not be able to do medicine. No more doubt. I love teaching. Full stop. One final day tomorrow. See you guys!