P.M.R

Life is just like a Rubik-cube, a solid of fate and destiny.
What colour to turn, what colour to match, spins beyond your fingers.
Our fate, our life, our whole being, lies in God’s hand.
Couldn’t change it.
Spin…spin…spin…
What is my next colour?
Blue? ( Celcom )
Red? ( Hotlink )
Green? ( Maxis)
Orange? ( U- mobile)
Or maybe yellow. ( DiGi, I will follow you )

Haha….

I don’t know what colour I have past through, and what colour will I crush next.
Pray, is the way to lead me out of the daily stormy sea…


PMR, stands for what?

Pandai
Membuat
Rajin


If you all angels don’t believe, check it out in my class.. 3B.
Almost all of the angels in 3B lost their head. ( cause they are studying diligently)
Ya! I am also one part of them. ( going to drown in the ocean of words )
Thank God, there are quite many St. Johners there in my class. ( rescue the drowned one, donate our CPR. But our precious process of CPR is a bit different for this kind of situation. We don’t give them our precious “kiss” and chest compression of course. We give them chest compression by … using our feet, jump on them, and will say:” wake up you guys, PMR is approaching us, stop acting like a crop so that you can escape from it!)


Especially you Fat Cat of 3B… ( always sing the same song in the class, feel no bored ?)
………………..uh… I “ beh ta han”!

Andrew:“ I’m a Barbie girl…. Live in a Barbie world…. Is fantastic…”
( Fantastic your head!!!)

Chuah:” ne……..ne ni ne ni pupu!! You can’t catch me!!”
( stop that spinning job in the class with all the white shirt blue tie boys lah! Act like kids, chasing all around in the classroom)