Is against me...

Erm...Suddenly felt like i am turning into a bad boy slowly since i skipped the physics class in the early morning and i have broke the record for the first time because i never skip physics class start from my first semester and today i just did it.Please forgive me!Ahaha...It was because of the caffeine which makes me can't fall into sleep.In order to pass the time,i went out with my friends and watched the football match between MU and Barcelona.The match finished at around 5am and i am super exhausted at that moment.I quickly fell into a deep sleep once i get back to my room and since the physics class is at 8am and i had chosen to skip it.Argh...Because of the guilty feeling that kept bugging for the whole day,i took all my stuff and went to library to revise physics and i thought i was going to spend my time at there until dinner time.However,the librarian said that library is going to close at 6pm.What the...Hmm...Luckily i had spent at least 3 hours there before it's close.With that,at least i won't feel guilty anymore.I hardly turn myself into the study mode yet the library is making me to turn back into the lazy mode.Ahaha...Funny,funny...And i have being asked by a friend to accompany him to the library on tomorrow morning and perhaps i can once again generate the study mode.I think i will spend my time at there from morning till evening.Haha...That's it dude...xD

Keep On Singing
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.
They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy.
The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes, every minute. But complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?
Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst."
Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby now they plan a funeral. Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says.
Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive.
She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed. The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.
"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"
Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray..."
Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady.
Keep on singing, Michael.
"You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away..."
The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr.
Keep on singing, Michael.
"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..."
Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her.
Keep on singing, Michael.
Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."
Funeral plans are scrapped. The next day, the very next day, the little girl is well enough to go home!




BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS BY GREEN DAY

I cant find the words
to express how i feel
i know this is love
and i know that's its real

my heart is burning
for the love that you've giving
you gave me a chance
a reason for living

my baby my love
the girl that i trust
i have to be with you
this is real and a must

dreaming about the way
the sun touches your hair
i love to be near you
for once in not scared

i love the way you smile
the way you taste
how you smell
your innocents drive me wild
you are my dream
girl i fell