Memanglah dah jadik resam manusia ni dengki mendengki, tapi Tuhan dah larang, kenapa nak diteruskan jugak??!

here and there, human can't stop being jealous, ok being jealous is normal, but y must u mess up ppl's life by talking bad bout em? telling other ppl dat she did wut she never did?

eversince i was a kid i'd witnessed ppl lie to other ppl for just a li'll bit of thrill and attention. and eversince then, i thought 'twas a very dumb thang to do. not just witnessed, but i was (and is) also a victim. THE person who's being stabbed at the back, THE person that has been put on bad rumours on. and normally, it would take a while for me to realised that i've been a victim. and this time, it's been almost 2 years!

today i just got to know dat one of my hubby's cousin's wife (ok, my sepupu ipar, heh) has been tellin' ppl back here at sabah bad things bout me. not my hubby, not my in-laws, but ME. she's been tellin ppl, i'm typical lazy anak orang kaya who dunno how to respect older ppl, my goodness i dunno what else she's been tellin ppl. she must be outta her head. she's suppose to be the prettiest (now after delivering her 2nd baby she's jest as gemuk as i am), got the mahallest hantaran, n the longest menantu stayed n keje kat semenanjung (well here ppl really see 'sumthing' in semenanjung ppl). well maybe eversince i came into the family... she's a li'll bit tergugat la kot... ek?? yela i'm suppose to be budak semenanjung, payah si Boy carik bini cantik kat semenanjung (well to my shock, as gemuk as i am ada jugak kan orang nak pk aku lawa kan sampai jealous, gila ke apa), supposed to be payah nak dapat la kan, beranak pulak anak comel lote macam jazzmeen (she got anak perempuan osso, named farra who ppl say jazz looks like her a bit, well of course jazz's a lot cuter), i'm suppose to be... well i dunno wat's in her head but she really thinks my marrying her cousin Boy is just to gugat her place in the family. crazee. adaka? wat u think i dun haf a life like u ah? go here n there tellin bad things bout ppl like a mad woman. laki dia dating dengan betina lain pun aku tak kepoh kat orang. dun this ppl have nuthin else to do? get a life! i dun even bother bout hre until i get to know this. rupa rupanye this ppl haf been waiting to see me just to prove that SHE WAS RIGHT. than one of azam's makcik who's a bit rapat to me confide in me and told me she's sorry that she termakan jugak cakap org gila tuh. now that she knows what kinda WOMAN i really am, she tobat tanak percaya lagi. i swear, i didn't know a thing and i didnt realise that she's been doing it for almost two years. then she told me to ask my sis-in-law if i wanna know more. as a NORMAL human being, in d car going back home from her house i did asked my sis-in-law and told me so many things i couldn't believed she said and made up and that i should ignore it. she said that lady memang tak senang duduk if tgk ppl got more than her, in any way. i said i'd be crazee to bother, but i do haf feelings. i haf feelings and i care for my feelings because i dun want to end up sakit jantung in result of makan hati. dat's why i'm typing this now. but to balas balik wutever she did, that's not wat i'm gonna do. i'm not stupid, i'm not crazee, like her. after all, i'm a MUSLIM. citer pjg lagi sebanrnya tp lantaklah, malas nak layan. wek wek.

while we're on this topic... i could recall so many occasions similar to this i had in my life. when i was in primary skool, sekolah kampung, SK Bt 9 Cheras, i was appointed a librarian by a teacher (who thinks i'm her daughter's BIG rival) so dat i couldn't be a Prefect and be the best student. 'twas proven my own teacher. in fact she was caught in the act of changing her daughter's marks for the best student's award. then i heard while i was in MOZAC, successful n happy that her daughter only got 6As, 1B and 1C for PMR while i got 8As. one occasion.
when i was in high skool i was set up by a group of ASPURI's bandits (macam pengebom berani mati punya citer nih). they 'ajak' me berbuka puasa @ pizza hut and persuaded me go return late to skool and then all of us kena gantung skolah for a week. and i was the only girl prefect in history kena gantung skolah, until now. so many teachers was so frustrated in me that they were so mad in class and perli perli stuffs like '...unlike some people, they let us down when we believe in them' and gave me 'the look'. till now the story's told by some of those teacher's in their class as an example(their students emailed me tellin they're tired of hearing it). two occasions.

so the above matter was only one of those occasions. so i think i can bear it. ahh leganyaaaa dah let out. PEACE.