I Miss Australia! Sydney, in particular. Last year, it wasn't this bad but now, the feeling of wanting to leap free and just be crazy is getting wilder.
Remember our late nights laughing at our crazy Indian neighbours? When I went out at 2am in only my kaftan to scold them yang memekak watching World Cup Cricket?
Remember the borderline suicidal coffee addiction? We would crank up mugs and mugs of coffee every day plus frequenting Marxine and Gloria Jeans?
Remember just chilling at Sydney Harbour? The bus rides on the bridge that we ultimately got the "whatever" feeling after a while?
Remember the constant careful with food concern? The compass we brought everywhere? The craziest spots we've prayed at?
Remember Hang Tuah? Dan O'Brien? Ilija? Verna (heh!)? Pamela? Darcy? Jean? Sue? Rod?
Remember all the walks in the parks we've enjoyed? All the dogs that chased us along the way? All the people who glared because we were different?
I do remember and it's all good looking back into it now. Let's balik, guys.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I Just Knew That...
* I am a walrus*
* All of the nutrients of the food I eat goes to my hair hence why I am still thin despite the amount of food I consume*
* I am short*
* I sometimes look like Freida Pinto, especially when my eyes get bigger*
* I look my best in high heels*
* I can find a surrogate mother*
* I should not buy a Satria Neo*
* I can be myself and still be comfortable*
Thank You for Letting Me Know and Be All These :)
* All of the nutrients of the food I eat goes to my hair hence why I am still thin despite the amount of food I consume*
* I am short*
* I sometimes look like Freida Pinto, especially when my eyes get bigger*
* I look my best in high heels*
* I can find a surrogate mother*
* I should not buy a Satria Neo*
* I can be myself and still be comfortable*
Thank You for Letting Me Know and Be All These :)
For S.A.F: A Note On Friendship
It sailed,
For distance that we could never have foreseen,
On the seven seas of glory and misfortune,
Where the tide rocks our world constantly,
Prodding us into a whirlwind of love,
Making us oblivious to the world,
The land of unwhispered dreams,
That we only dared to keep away,
Tightly sealed in the pocket of shame…
It sailed,
For seasons that we could have never framed,
In million eons of grandeur and austerity,
Where the clocks refuse to tick anymore,
Wheeling us into a cyclone of trust,
Making us naïve to the world,
The realm of craved visions,
That we adhered to in sleepless days,
Fulfilling the imaginary wishes…
It sailed,
And it will never stop sailing,
As we have stayed here now,
Even if we moved in different ways,
The wind and seas will conspire to lead us,
Into each other’s way over and over again,
For it sailed and sailed…
And Grammar Shall Prevail.
For distance that we could never have foreseen,
On the seven seas of glory and misfortune,
Where the tide rocks our world constantly,
Prodding us into a whirlwind of love,
Making us oblivious to the world,
The land of unwhispered dreams,
That we only dared to keep away,
Tightly sealed in the pocket of shame…
It sailed,
For seasons that we could have never framed,
In million eons of grandeur and austerity,
Where the clocks refuse to tick anymore,
Wheeling us into a cyclone of trust,
Making us naïve to the world,
The realm of craved visions,
That we adhered to in sleepless days,
Fulfilling the imaginary wishes…
It sailed,
And it will never stop sailing,
As we have stayed here now,
Even if we moved in different ways,
The wind and seas will conspire to lead us,
Into each other’s way over and over again,
For it sailed and sailed…
And Grammar Shall Prevail.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Bloody Vows
*Update Blog Everyday* (X)
*Finish Marking ALL Papers* (X)
*Finish Reading Glass Palace by Amitav Ghosh* (X)
*Buy the complete Pandu Puteri get up* (X)
*Spend or make time for everybody equally* (X)
*Buy more hijabs* (/)
I made a few vows for this school holiday (Refer to List Above). Only one tick out of 6? Loser...
Why is it so damn hard to stick to them? Everyone demands certain type of attention. It is quite arduous to ensure I get to live up to certain expectations.
Arrggh.. stop bitching already. I need to get ready to meet up with my fans in another 30 minutes (i'm in the land of Hannah Montana kot). Ciao~
*Finish Marking ALL Papers* (X)
*Finish Reading Glass Palace by Amitav Ghosh* (X)
*Buy the complete Pandu Puteri get up* (X)
*Spend or make time for everybody equally* (X)
*Buy more hijabs* (/)
I made a few vows for this school holiday (Refer to List Above). Only one tick out of 6? Loser...
Why is it so damn hard to stick to them? Everyone demands certain type of attention. It is quite arduous to ensure I get to live up to certain expectations.
Arrggh.. stop bitching already. I need to get ready to meet up with my fans in another 30 minutes (i'm in the land of Hannah Montana kot). Ciao~
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Addiction
addiction (n) devotion: great interest in something to which a lot of time is devoted
Microsoft® Encarta® Reference Library 2003. © 1993-2002 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
I crave for the sweet scent that vests your skin,
Of that languid eyes where you shine in dreams,
The little bubbles of joy people enjoy in scenes,
Where your hopes guides me in my deep sleep,
Free of all expectations and sense of beings..
I yearn for the after mornings of smiles abound,
Of the natural shrouds of vanilla happiness,
The inexplicable escape of the caged feelings,
Where your thoughts releases me from my worries,
Emancipated from all doubts and sorries...
And you ask me why I'm addicted to you?
When the answer is evident only in you.
Microsoft® Encarta® Reference Library 2003. © 1993-2002 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
I crave for the sweet scent that vests your skin,
Of that languid eyes where you shine in dreams,
The little bubbles of joy people enjoy in scenes,
Where your hopes guides me in my deep sleep,
Free of all expectations and sense of beings..
I yearn for the after mornings of smiles abound,
Of the natural shrouds of vanilla happiness,
The inexplicable escape of the caged feelings,
Where your thoughts releases me from my worries,
Emancipated from all doubts and sorries...
And you ask me why I'm addicted to you?
When the answer is evident only in you.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
36th HKSBP 2009
INTEK just participated in the English Debate and Bahas Bahasa Melayu Hari Kecemerlangan Sekolah Berasrama Penuh (HKSBP) held in the scorching hot SSP of Cyberjaya. We managed to win two motions but lost to Sekolah Sultan Alam Shah who represented Group I into Round 2. It was a great and once in a lifetime experience as next year onwards, HKSBP will be done in zones instead of nationals.
Whatmore, this year onwards HKSBP has adopted the UIAM style of debating where the motion and position will only be given an hour before the debate commences. So, INTEK will have to work extra hard to qualify and we're gonna start now. No point waiting until the 11th hour to create wonders if we can do it now. INTEK will be aiming to create a strong generation of future debaters with the help of our current debaters. Insya Allah, we can give a tough fight and establish ourselves as the better ones.
On a slightly different note, out of all the schools I've watched debating, my personal preference would be Sekolah Menengah Sains Seremban (SASER) boys. I watched them as the government debating against Sekolah Menengah Sains Muar (SAMURA) and they nailed the motion to their side quite amazingly (considering the motion was "Celebrities Make Good Politicians"). The second and third speaker (Muhammad Afiq and Megat Ridzwan, respectively) were especially good. For me, an efficient and good debater can be differentiated from the mediocre by the way they address the POIs. Unfortunately, they lost against SSP in the semi-finals. Daaaaarrrrnnnn....
So, until HKSBP Zon Timur 2010... Au revoir...
Whatmore, this year onwards HKSBP has adopted the UIAM style of debating where the motion and position will only be given an hour before the debate commences. So, INTEK will have to work extra hard to qualify and we're gonna start now. No point waiting until the 11th hour to create wonders if we can do it now. INTEK will be aiming to create a strong generation of future debaters with the help of our current debaters. Insya Allah, we can give a tough fight and establish ourselves as the better ones.
On a slightly different note, out of all the schools I've watched debating, my personal preference would be Sekolah Menengah Sains Seremban (SASER) boys. I watched them as the government debating against Sekolah Menengah Sains Muar (SAMURA) and they nailed the motion to their side quite amazingly (considering the motion was "Celebrities Make Good Politicians"). The second and third speaker (Muhammad Afiq and Megat Ridzwan, respectively) were especially good. For me, an efficient and good debater can be differentiated from the mediocre by the way they address the POIs. Unfortunately, they lost against SSP in the semi-finals. Daaaaarrrrnnnn....
So, until HKSBP Zon Timur 2010... Au revoir...
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Ship To The Moon
He had the opportunity to do something big.
Something like building the ship that could sail to the moon.
But he stirred away from the dream and wish.
Because someone told him that it was foolish.
He always listened to everyone else.
Everyone else except himself.
Something like building the ship that could sail to the moon.
But he stirred away from the dream and wish.
Because someone told him that it was foolish.
He always listened to everyone else.
Everyone else except himself.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Caring Too Much
A very wise person said that teachers experience burn outs during the first three years because they do not have enough time spaced out for themselves. That we are supposed to find our own self in the process.
I'm not entirely sure why but these few days have taken a toll on my physical, mental and emotional state of being. Burn Out and Hatred of Job!
I feel that I've failed sometimes, I feel that it is extremely hard to accept new opinions, I feel that I'm not really needed sometimes, I feel that I am placing too much pressure on them, I feel that I have not taught them enough and yes, I do feel under appreciated at times.
We, as teachers, are not supposed to crave for appreciation. True indeed and that is something I'm trying to deal with. Previously, I get acknowledged for my effort but now, it is sort of expected when in fact, we feel that we have given or are giving more than required.
Maybe what I need to do is sleep at 9pm like most teachers here. Lantaklah kau boleh bercakap or not, yang penting AKU cukup tidur.
I'm not entirely sure why but these few days have taken a toll on my physical, mental and emotional state of being. Burn Out and Hatred of Job!
I feel that I've failed sometimes, I feel that it is extremely hard to accept new opinions, I feel that I'm not really needed sometimes, I feel that I am placing too much pressure on them, I feel that I have not taught them enough and yes, I do feel under appreciated at times.
We, as teachers, are not supposed to crave for appreciation. True indeed and that is something I'm trying to deal with. Previously, I get acknowledged for my effort but now, it is sort of expected when in fact, we feel that we have given or are giving more than required.
Maybe what I need to do is sleep at 9pm like most teachers here. Lantaklah kau boleh bercakap or not, yang penting AKU cukup tidur.
Friday, May 15, 2009
When You Have A Bad Day
I had quite a bad day today... I couldn't speak to my colleagues, tried calling a few close friends but none was reachable. I felt quite disappointed and devastated, up to a point that I wished I could ditch everything.
Then, I had a chat with two boys. Quite close ones. We talked crap but I felt much, much better during and after that half an hour. I remembered my late night sessions at La Zeez with Nabil and Acap, sipping on pseudo-mochas. How we did the same thing but we could talk about anything for hours. I walked away from the scene with a smile and it lasted until late night. Yes, they probably didn't do much but somehow, it meant a great deal to me.
Apparently, I don't need to go far for comfort. I don't even need to ask for it. My source of energy can be found anywhere if I look closely. Sometimes, in the least expected places.
*a wave to Mr Analyst-Consultant, good luck for tomorrow. Hope you nail the job*
Then, I had a chat with two boys. Quite close ones. We talked crap but I felt much, much better during and after that half an hour. I remembered my late night sessions at La Zeez with Nabil and Acap, sipping on pseudo-mochas. How we did the same thing but we could talk about anything for hours. I walked away from the scene with a smile and it lasted until late night. Yes, they probably didn't do much but somehow, it meant a great deal to me.
Apparently, I don't need to go far for comfort. I don't even need to ask for it. My source of energy can be found anywhere if I look closely. Sometimes, in the least expected places.
*a wave to Mr Analyst-Consultant, good luck for tomorrow. Hope you nail the job*
Sunday, May 10, 2009
What Is Wrong With Me?
I am the kind of person who usually get what I want and I am so used to being pursued. I hate being terhegeh-hegeh. I hate chasing, I hate joining the run when I don't know about the end. I hate uncertainties.
But they say there comes a time in your life, when you suddenly change. Now, I feel like I'm in a pursuit of such and I kinda dread listening to my own thoughts sometimes. It's not exactly the most blissful thing in the world, to wait in vain. I don't really like the change and I'm afraid that I'll be bored of it. I sometimes cringe at my own actions, like.. enough already.
I need my girls in a conference now.. C'mon.
1 2 3 4 - Plain White Ts
But they say there comes a time in your life, when you suddenly change. Now, I feel like I'm in a pursuit of such and I kinda dread listening to my own thoughts sometimes. It's not exactly the most blissful thing in the world, to wait in vain. I don't really like the change and I'm afraid that I'll be bored of it. I sometimes cringe at my own actions, like.. enough already.
I need my girls in a conference now.. C'mon.
1 2 3 4 - Plain White Ts
Of Names
Those who are close to me know that I have a pet name among family members, Yen which actually is a shortened version of my original pet name (that will not be disclosed due to safety reason). It used to baffle people so much as it is seemingly an uncommon name. But heck.. What's in a name?
Much, I must say. For example, I feel weird of someone calls me Shirin. It might take me a few minutes to register that it is directed to or meant for me. Well, only Puan Roffini who taught me Maths in Form 3 calls me Shirin, reason being "Shirin" suits me better than "Ana" (yeah, gets to me too!). I still love Puan Roffini though because I thought she put in an effort to analyse what suits me.
So, in turn I remember Puan Roffini until now and often wonder what happened to her. In contrast to her, I used to hate teachers who can't remember students' names because I think it showed that they don't care much. NOW, I know how hard it is actually. Students now usually have 2 or 3 first names and I always ask them what should I call them. Usually, it's the second name that they are familiar with.
But imagine, in my Form 1 Astronomi class, we have 4 Hanifs. To make my job easier, we gave the 4 Hanifs nicknames which are Mr H, Abe, Anip and Iwan. In 4 Ibnu Sina, there's another Hanif who is close friends to Husni and you might have guessed by now that I always switch their names around. They are borderline redha by now..
But it's not just me who is having this problem. If possible, I want my students to address me as Miss Ana and these kids are finding it quite hard to change from Teacher Ana. People, it's wrong to call me Teacher Ana. We don't call an engineer as Engineer Leman or an accountant as Accountant Hamid. We call them Miss, Mr or Mrs. Why the sudden weird exception for teachers?
Another Malaysian culture that is die hard is the "Sir" attached to names. Addressing someone as "sir" per se is fine in a school context as it is widely used in UK and some parts of USA but we don't call someone as "Sir Khalid" unless the Queen bestowed the title upon them. It's a privilege given to a chosen few, not 3000 guys around Malaysia. Us, teachers should be more cautious about that.
So save me the pain and headache, call me Miss Ana. Not "teacher" because like how you want me to remember your name, I'd like it for you to do so too.
*okay.. trivia time.. who can tell what was the original name that my mum wanted to give me? I'd give you chocolates.. tempting, right?*
Much, I must say. For example, I feel weird of someone calls me Shirin. It might take me a few minutes to register that it is directed to or meant for me. Well, only Puan Roffini who taught me Maths in Form 3 calls me Shirin, reason being "Shirin" suits me better than "Ana" (yeah, gets to me too!). I still love Puan Roffini though because I thought she put in an effort to analyse what suits me.
So, in turn I remember Puan Roffini until now and often wonder what happened to her. In contrast to her, I used to hate teachers who can't remember students' names because I think it showed that they don't care much. NOW, I know how hard it is actually. Students now usually have 2 or 3 first names and I always ask them what should I call them. Usually, it's the second name that they are familiar with.
But imagine, in my Form 1 Astronomi class, we have 4 Hanifs. To make my job easier, we gave the 4 Hanifs nicknames which are Mr H, Abe, Anip and Iwan. In 4 Ibnu Sina, there's another Hanif who is close friends to Husni and you might have guessed by now that I always switch their names around. They are borderline redha by now..
But it's not just me who is having this problem. If possible, I want my students to address me as Miss Ana and these kids are finding it quite hard to change from Teacher Ana. People, it's wrong to call me Teacher Ana. We don't call an engineer as Engineer Leman or an accountant as Accountant Hamid. We call them Miss, Mr or Mrs. Why the sudden weird exception for teachers?
Another Malaysian culture that is die hard is the "Sir" attached to names. Addressing someone as "sir" per se is fine in a school context as it is widely used in UK and some parts of USA but we don't call someone as "Sir Khalid" unless the Queen bestowed the title upon them. It's a privilege given to a chosen few, not 3000 guys around Malaysia. Us, teachers should be more cautious about that.
So save me the pain and headache, call me Miss Ana. Not "teacher" because like how you want me to remember your name, I'd like it for you to do so too.
*okay.. trivia time.. who can tell what was the original name that my mum wanted to give me? I'd give you chocolates.. tempting, right?*
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
The Pressure Is On
100 days have passed since Barack Obama has been inaugurated as the President of USA and his performance, undoubtedly, has been scrutinised by all. It is a huge responsibility for the man as he has been eagerly embraced as an agent of change all around the world.
As far as I've read and am currently aware of, Obama has introduced quite well crafted policies focusing on a more human-centred health care programme that doesn't leave people as sickos, establishing security without inciting fear through the abolishment of Guatanamo Bay and inhumane interrogation strategies, a slowed down yet proactive economy system and a strong emphasis on green, new energy. These policies are developed and drafted by a think tank of carefully selected personnel who are either Democrats or Republicans traveled widely or spent their childhood outside America. It makes the government a United Nations in its own right, understanding and emphatising with people or issues they are dealing with.
Heck, the man even appeared on Jay Leno Show! Kau rasalah Dato Seri Najib Tun Razak nak tak masuk that AC Di Sini show? I think I can cut my.. errr.. my students' fingers if he did (Okay, siapa nak selamatkan maruah Miss Ana kalau terjadi?) He also quite rightfully paid a visit to Hugo Chavez, approached cheering crowds and avid fans (read: Sarkozy) all over Central Europe although he is yet to strike a note in Asia (exception to the rally down to Iraq and Afghanistan). However, do note that Hillary Clinton as the Secretary of State flew down to China and then Indonesia during her first trip, thus acknowledging the current government's awareness of what or who is important. China as its position as the next economy powerhouse and Indonesia as the house of largest number of Muslims (250 million and counting...)
Though I have this curious feeling that his election period was more engaging and promising than his current administrating stint. I wish that the Palestine-Isreal issue will be dealt with the same depth as the Afghans, that education policies can be clarified on whether teachers are rewarded based on merit or tenancy and more importantly, a serious look into the "No Child Left Behind" policy that has, as a matter of fact, caused a 30% hike on the number of dropouts since Bush 43's administration. Also a serious talk with Ahmedinejad. Yes, N.E.E.D it. Who am I to tell Obama what to do but I sure wish I could. That is a small hope but I'm sure that feeling is shared by a myriad of people who wants change to be a strong part of their life.
Obama has 1000 days more to go, so we are only at his first 100 metres of 1000 metres race. Only when he has completed the whole yard we can tell whether the man comes out as winner or loser. As with long distance race, we start slow and speed up towards the end. The race is still going on...
As far as I've read and am currently aware of, Obama has introduced quite well crafted policies focusing on a more human-centred health care programme that doesn't leave people as sickos, establishing security without inciting fear through the abolishment of Guatanamo Bay and inhumane interrogation strategies, a slowed down yet proactive economy system and a strong emphasis on green, new energy. These policies are developed and drafted by a think tank of carefully selected personnel who are either Democrats or Republicans traveled widely or spent their childhood outside America. It makes the government a United Nations in its own right, understanding and emphatising with people or issues they are dealing with.
Heck, the man even appeared on Jay Leno Show! Kau rasalah Dato Seri Najib Tun Razak nak tak masuk that AC Di Sini show? I think I can cut my.. errr.. my students' fingers if he did (Okay, siapa nak selamatkan maruah Miss Ana kalau terjadi?) He also quite rightfully paid a visit to Hugo Chavez, approached cheering crowds and avid fans (read: Sarkozy) all over Central Europe although he is yet to strike a note in Asia (exception to the rally down to Iraq and Afghanistan). However, do note that Hillary Clinton as the Secretary of State flew down to China and then Indonesia during her first trip, thus acknowledging the current government's awareness of what or who is important. China as its position as the next economy powerhouse and Indonesia as the house of largest number of Muslims (250 million and counting...)
Though I have this curious feeling that his election period was more engaging and promising than his current administrating stint. I wish that the Palestine-Isreal issue will be dealt with the same depth as the Afghans, that education policies can be clarified on whether teachers are rewarded based on merit or tenancy and more importantly, a serious look into the "No Child Left Behind" policy that has, as a matter of fact, caused a 30% hike on the number of dropouts since Bush 43's administration. Also a serious talk with Ahmedinejad. Yes, N.E.E.D it. Who am I to tell Obama what to do but I sure wish I could. That is a small hope but I'm sure that feeling is shared by a myriad of people who wants change to be a strong part of their life.
Obama has 1000 days more to go, so we are only at his first 100 metres of 1000 metres race. Only when he has completed the whole yard we can tell whether the man comes out as winner or loser. As with long distance race, we start slow and speed up towards the end. The race is still going on...
My Little 3 Days
I haven't had the opportunity to go back to KL and laze for more than 4 days. Even so, whenever I do go back, my days start as early as 8am and ends at 3am. Even worst than my working days, sometimes...
So during the long weekend recently, I have learnt to drive which is a pretty big deal to me (Aha! Aha!) And guess what? I love driving! I don't know what I was so afraid of. It's like a breeze through the air and I learnt to drive Nabil's manual Wira. It was a great one hour for me (I don't know about Nabil though, maybe he was crossing his fingers that I won't bump into a divider). Still have to work out on manouvering though, quite hopeless with it. Tried driving our auto Gen-2, it's definitely easier but I feel I get a kick out of manual cars (waaah, statement gitu!)
I also managed to go to 2 weddings including Acap's sister's. Kak Fakizah was soooo pretty that I envy her grace on that day. The parents looked elated too although I know they are extremely fatigued. Acap had to leave before the event ended as he had to rush to the airport because he had a test the next day. So we only had one and half hour to catch up and chill. So, that we did! We just sat at the Big Apple outlet in SAAS Airport and laughed our hearts out, basically talking about nothing over a dozen of donuts all sliced up into three parts as well as a cup of hot peppermint tea (obviously!). I say that is bliss, bois.
The Mother was quite busy during the weekend, a woman of her calibre is usually as such. I think she needs a PDA to organise her schedule. Yet still, she managed to find time to spring clean the house which ultimately resulted in the house being in temporary wreck. She was complaining that life was so much easier when I was around (yeah, mummy.. rub it in.. it doesn't sting). Now she feels like she has to do everything on her own. I wished my siblings were more understanding and could help out. Sometimes, I wish I could smack some sense into their heads. The middle child is always the best.. (What? No connection.. Still, I want to say it!)
Also met the darling Aimi after two months. Seeing her only made me miss my other girls moooooore. Durra was supposed to join us but some amuking hindered her from doing so. I shopped in Bangsar but didn't really find something I liked. Takpa, when we meet in June, we are going the paint the town red, yellow, green and blue. Got a hold on Joe Flizzow's President which was very hard to find either in Kuantan or KL. Hung out at Devi's, got free bubur kacang (maybe because regular customer yang dah lama tak nampak, kasih sayang melimpah ruah gitu) and then, head down to Chawan to have the unbelievably awesome nasi lemak bungkus.
I also did another thing I haven't done in quite some time, it was good to just let loose and be lost in it. I felt euphoric for that brief period (pardon the sudden indirectness, get the hint if you can... lalala). However, I didn't manage to catch up with MFG as we were both quite occupied and our schedule just clashed all the way. Owh well, next time perhaps.. June is drawing near... Can't wait to be back :)
So during the long weekend recently, I have learnt to drive which is a pretty big deal to me (Aha! Aha!) And guess what? I love driving! I don't know what I was so afraid of. It's like a breeze through the air and I learnt to drive Nabil's manual Wira. It was a great one hour for me (I don't know about Nabil though, maybe he was crossing his fingers that I won't bump into a divider). Still have to work out on manouvering though, quite hopeless with it. Tried driving our auto Gen-2, it's definitely easier but I feel I get a kick out of manual cars (waaah, statement gitu!)
I also managed to go to 2 weddings including Acap's sister's. Kak Fakizah was soooo pretty that I envy her grace on that day. The parents looked elated too although I know they are extremely fatigued. Acap had to leave before the event ended as he had to rush to the airport because he had a test the next day. So we only had one and half hour to catch up and chill. So, that we did! We just sat at the Big Apple outlet in SAAS Airport and laughed our hearts out, basically talking about nothing over a dozen of donuts all sliced up into three parts as well as a cup of hot peppermint tea (obviously!). I say that is bliss, bois.
The Mother was quite busy during the weekend, a woman of her calibre is usually as such. I think she needs a PDA to organise her schedule. Yet still, she managed to find time to spring clean the house which ultimately resulted in the house being in temporary wreck. She was complaining that life was so much easier when I was around (yeah, mummy.. rub it in.. it doesn't sting). Now she feels like she has to do everything on her own. I wished my siblings were more understanding and could help out. Sometimes, I wish I could smack some sense into their heads. The middle child is always the best.. (What? No connection.. Still, I want to say it!)
Also met the darling Aimi after two months. Seeing her only made me miss my other girls moooooore. Durra was supposed to join us but some amuking hindered her from doing so. I shopped in Bangsar but didn't really find something I liked. Takpa, when we meet in June, we are going the paint the town red, yellow, green and blue. Got a hold on Joe Flizzow's President which was very hard to find either in Kuantan or KL. Hung out at Devi's, got free bubur kacang (maybe because regular customer yang dah lama tak nampak, kasih sayang melimpah ruah gitu) and then, head down to Chawan to have the unbelievably awesome nasi lemak bungkus.
I also did another thing I haven't done in quite some time, it was good to just let loose and be lost in it. I felt euphoric for that brief period (pardon the sudden indirectness, get the hint if you can... lalala). However, I didn't manage to catch up with MFG as we were both quite occupied and our schedule just clashed all the way. Owh well, next time perhaps.. June is drawing near... Can't wait to be back :)
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
air asam
Teacher: Kak, saya nak air asam satu!
Canteen vendor: Air asam apa?
Suatu suara sumbang: Air asam pedas kot
I dare you! I dare you to drink it now... You can choose your favourite glass
Canteen vendor: Air asam apa?
Suatu suara sumbang: Air asam pedas kot
I dare you! I dare you to drink it now... You can choose your favourite glass
Monday, April 20, 2009
Maybe He IS Into You.
He’s Just Not That Into You?
Another addition to the book-turned-movie trend is the adaptation of the chic-lit “He’s Just Not That Into You” which I think would result in a box office as it perfectly casts the Queen of Owh-Dear-Imagine-The-Rejection-She-Has-To-Handle, Jennifer Aniston. Yeah, being dumped for Angelina Jolie does make good sense but if you’re bestowed with an abundance of hawtness elements yourself, it would be hard to swallow the fact that you can get dumped at all. I used to say to myself, three good looking people in a relationship is just too crowded (no matter what Vicky Cristina Barcelona is trying to tell me)
I don’t remember ever reading the book (yup, I’m pretty confident because I think I would have gagged myself to death going through even half of it) but I know about the most crucial knowledge that slipped itself into the knowing through this book. The getting rejected through 5 different technologies. That translated would be that he doesn’t reply your text messages, your facebook message, your IMs, your phone calls and your e-mails. Okay, missing one, two or three even might mean that the guy is terribly absent minded but ALL five? You gotta kidding me, huh?
But think about it, girls (pardon the directive pronoun). What if you get messages through 5 different ways to remind you that “hey, I like you… why don’t you keep in touch with me?” Wouldn’t you be in the slightest way, urrmm… afraid? Of course I would. Yeah, so I’m not a commitment phobic (heh!) but even I felt a tingle of discomfort. Don’t you think we’re being a bit unfair towards our opposite sex then?
Well, maybe it’s not his fault that he’s not just that into us. Have you ever reflected on yourself and thought how scary you can be? How crazy you sound with 5 different ways of reminding him of your existence?
I say, lay low ladies (errmm.. yes, only in one sense of the word, please)... Give your man a break. Maybe he is into you but you turned it otherwise with all those over-analysing syndrome that only we, women possess. Like what one of my girls used to say, Men are very simple creature, don't make them complicated for our sake :)
Another addition to the book-turned-movie trend is the adaptation of the chic-lit “He’s Just Not That Into You” which I think would result in a box office as it perfectly casts the Queen of Owh-Dear-Imagine-The-Rejection-She-Has-To-Handle, Jennifer Aniston. Yeah, being dumped for Angelina Jolie does make good sense but if you’re bestowed with an abundance of hawtness elements yourself, it would be hard to swallow the fact that you can get dumped at all. I used to say to myself, three good looking people in a relationship is just too crowded (no matter what Vicky Cristina Barcelona is trying to tell me)
I don’t remember ever reading the book (yup, I’m pretty confident because I think I would have gagged myself to death going through even half of it) but I know about the most crucial knowledge that slipped itself into the knowing through this book. The getting rejected through 5 different technologies. That translated would be that he doesn’t reply your text messages, your facebook message, your IMs, your phone calls and your e-mails. Okay, missing one, two or three even might mean that the guy is terribly absent minded but ALL five? You gotta kidding me, huh?
But think about it, girls (pardon the directive pronoun). What if you get messages through 5 different ways to remind you that “hey, I like you… why don’t you keep in touch with me?” Wouldn’t you be in the slightest way, urrmm… afraid? Of course I would. Yeah, so I’m not a commitment phobic (heh!) but even I felt a tingle of discomfort. Don’t you think we’re being a bit unfair towards our opposite sex then?
Well, maybe it’s not his fault that he’s not just that into us. Have you ever reflected on yourself and thought how scary you can be? How crazy you sound with 5 different ways of reminding him of your existence?
I say, lay low ladies (errmm.. yes, only in one sense of the word, please)... Give your man a break. Maybe he is into you but you turned it otherwise with all those over-analysing syndrome that only we, women possess. Like what one of my girls used to say, Men are very simple creature, don't make them complicated for our sake :)
Monday, March 30, 2009
Choose Love
Is it possible to have the same feelings for all students? To treat them all equally? I have been warned not to fall into the trap many, many times before by my lecturers who have noted this occurence especially among new teachers..
Easily identified as teacher's pets, students in this category is loved by certain teachers for their personality and attitude. For me, I find it very hard not to prefer students who thinks like me or share the same interest with me. I mean, come on, even mums have favourites among their kids. What more, me? The one who can choose between the hundreds here. Though, I tried not to make it too obvious.
Evidently, there are a few students whom I keep on mentioning in my daily conversation with The Mother. The Mother then warned me that I should make sure that no one else feels that I have this preference.
My students, I love you all although I do love some of you a teeny weeny bit more... Maybe it's your difference or your similarities with me but it's you being you that makes this bond special. There is no need to change yourself or be something else, your natural self is comfort to all of us.
(what's with the freaking philosophical ending? Myssteryyyyyy guy, you should know I'm actually typing this real late at night.. hahaha)
Easily identified as teacher's pets, students in this category is loved by certain teachers for their personality and attitude. For me, I find it very hard not to prefer students who thinks like me or share the same interest with me. I mean, come on, even mums have favourites among their kids. What more, me? The one who can choose between the hundreds here. Though, I tried not to make it too obvious.
Evidently, there are a few students whom I keep on mentioning in my daily conversation with The Mother. The Mother then warned me that I should make sure that no one else feels that I have this preference.
My students, I love you all although I do love some of you a teeny weeny bit more... Maybe it's your difference or your similarities with me but it's you being you that makes this bond special. There is no need to change yourself or be something else, your natural self is comfort to all of us.
(what's with the freaking philosophical ending? Myssteryyyyyy guy, you should know I'm actually typing this real late at night.. hahaha)
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Get It?
I have always listened to people saying that when you don't want or need something, that is when it all comes.
With the choices I have in hand, I only want that particular one. I need to re-assure myself again but until now, there's no harm in waiting. Tapi kalau lama-lama, let's turn a new page :)
With the choices I have in hand, I only want that particular one. I need to re-assure myself again but until now, there's no harm in waiting. Tapi kalau lama-lama, let's turn a new page :)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
What?!?
A list of shocking, unnerving and funny things that I've come across this few days
GPK 1 said this in the assembly
En A: Kalau main sepak takraw tu, elok-elok... bagi lipat. Jangan asyik lipat net pulak
A student passing by in front of koperasi and peeking into the room. Thinking that he might need something, I asked him this:
Me: What are you looking for?
Student: I'm looking forward, teacher (sambil jalan menuju ke hadapan membiarkan daku terpinga-pinga)
A student complaining that he is hungry
Me: Why don't you go and buy something?
Student: My money tertinggal..... (long pause) in the bank, teacher.
A student who is in my debate team came straight to me with a cheeky smile
Student: Is it hot in here or is it just you?
Guano! It will be hard to stay stoic and keep a straight face with these kinds of joke...
GPK 1 said this in the assembly
En A: Kalau main sepak takraw tu, elok-elok... bagi lipat. Jangan asyik lipat net pulak
A student passing by in front of koperasi and peeking into the room. Thinking that he might need something, I asked him this:
Me: What are you looking for?
Student: I'm looking forward, teacher (sambil jalan menuju ke hadapan membiarkan daku terpinga-pinga)
A student complaining that he is hungry
Me: Why don't you go and buy something?
Student: My money tertinggal..... (long pause) in the bank, teacher.
A student who is in my debate team came straight to me with a cheeky smile
Student: Is it hot in here or is it just you?
Guano! It will be hard to stay stoic and keep a straight face with these kinds of joke...
I Wonder...
I have been slumped with endless job since I've started working and the main reason behind all these extra work has been because "You are unmarried thus you don't have commitment yet". Just so you know, my plans to raid KL this weekend which I have been anticipating since last week has to be cancelled due to notice given yesterday that I have to handle a motivation camp for students. Jumaat nak buat, Isnin baru bitau... Yeah, I'm single so I surely have no plans or a life!
How ridiculous, no? I thought single people have more commitment and thus should be given more time to explore things (if you know what I mean). We only have a few years left before we are also chained down to the commitment they all speak of with fear now. If we don't socialise now, when should we? When we have 3 kids running around our tables every night?
I think this is an unfair treatment! I strongly feel that single people should have extra holidays! I will advocate this to NUTP!
Okay, I will mellow down now. I will just go and do what they ask me to do, including sleeping in tents even though I used to ask my mum to write exemption letters for me whenever I had to attend any seriously increduluous motivation camps while I was in school. You think my mum can still do that for me now?
How ridiculous, no? I thought single people have more commitment and thus should be given more time to explore things (if you know what I mean). We only have a few years left before we are also chained down to the commitment they all speak of with fear now. If we don't socialise now, when should we? When we have 3 kids running around our tables every night?
I think this is an unfair treatment! I strongly feel that single people should have extra holidays! I will advocate this to NUTP!
Okay, I will mellow down now. I will just go and do what they ask me to do, including sleeping in tents even though I used to ask my mum to write exemption letters for me whenever I had to attend any seriously increduluous motivation camps while I was in school. You think my mum can still do that for me now?
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