Feeling is Believing

Today i had my first free-Saturday morning after so many months of extra classes for my students. As much as i like the feeling of stress free morning-bed curling activity, i felt very much worried about my students in 5W. I thought things that i could have taught them in the routined 2 hours and i thought of their lost faces whenever i mentioned any a-bit advanced English words.

SPM is only about two weeks away and there is still so much to be done by me. I do not know why these students find it so hard to work something on their own but to be fully spoon fed or asked by me. Maybe they are too used to this. To be told, to be scolded and to be fully dependent on teachers in which i had not been taught to be familiarized with when i was in school.

Back in schooldays it was all about doing things that i felt was right. It was all about wanting to achieve my dreams, ON MY OWN.Extra class was a rare case and teachers who conducted extra classes even if it was just once were seen as someone who is very hardworking but guess what that makes me since i've conducted almost 5 extra classes per week including Friday and Saturday each week. It's not that i like or i'm addicted to teaching, NO but i have to help these people. And the passing percentage from previous year was too sad to be mentioned..around 35% kot? So i guess it is kind of my responsibility to bring a new light for these people here.I need to make them fall in love with this language and see the beauty of it.

Out of my hectic and depressing life, dealing with super weak students, i found a group of students falling head over heals with English. Their eyes sparkle and shine brightly whenever i taught them about any new tricks in continous writing. Their thrist for the beautiful words and writing styles in English are so apparent as they'd instantly scribbled down anything i said about essay writing. I'm sure it was not about exam only. They cheered and laughed hard when i wrote an essay which is full of surprises and has a tragic but funny ending as an example for an essay which should be ended with "...i wish i had never said those words".

Among them i found Norita the storyteller, a shy student with hidden talents and extraordinary creativity. Her essay is never boring and always surprises me that i become too impressed with her drastic improvement that i had to stop myself from praising her.

Being a teacher is weird. Sometimes you'd feel like quitting sometimes you feel like it's the best profession on earth. The truth is..there is nothing better and more fulfilling than to have a job which is inspiring and the one that gives you the chance to touch other souls like they've touched yours.

Keep believing. Keep having faith in whatever you do.

Alhamdulillah

NEW SHAWL ONLINE SHOP

Hey people i recently set up an online store with a friend out of curiousity hihi

For a start I'm selling shawls..nice one, the type that i'd wear at affordable price!

Here is the address, do visit my shop okay!see yaaa



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The Girl At the Window Saw a Thief

The girl at the window saw a thief;
When the sun set
When the sun peeped out from bed
She watched him strolled down the street
She watched him walked on her street
She watched him ate his lunch
She watched him stole her lunch too

The girl at the window saw a thief,
When the sun soared high
When the sun wore the invisible cloak
She watched him drove a stolen car
She watched him piled up the stolen goods

The thief knew she was watching
But he kept on working
Indecisively unsure of his luck

A few days later

The girl at the window saw no thief
When there were only moon and stars
When there were only roads he walked on
When there were only street lights he left burning

There was no sign of any thief
But she thought she saw him stealing again
Only this time it was her heart that he’d stolen.

Frida misses her El tigre <3

I Miss the ol days

I hate living around Malay-only surrounding. They gossip too much that my ears bleed.
And i can't count how many times i heard the same gossip all over again.
And i can't count how many times they spread rumours about my friends and myself (too)!
I wonder if they had any brain to just check and verify the news before doing the 'sharing is caring' activity.
I'm thinking that this is a very very very shallow and unintellectual place to develop myself.

I hope to have some friends to talk about stuff, things that i like, news that heard on TV, our nation that i care about, the outside world..

I think i miss IPBA and Macquarie Uni life :(

Wrong Turn or Wrong Thinking

I wonder if i'm in the right lane,
i wonder if teaching is really for me,
maybe it is...but i wonder why i feel like the school is the silliest, shallowest place i can be...
it's like a show

i am barely breathing
i am barely moving
i am only watching

it's supposed to be the place where intelects are made
why does it feel like a circus where clowns are made

p/s: i have had enough of gossip mongers and silly sensational stories~ who talks to who's husband, who's wife calls which teacher,which teacher is jealous of who...come on!where to run?

rarity

i never thought i'd end up feeling this way,
never in a million years,
not once, now that i do i dont even know what should i do

Kalopopi - the food paradise

In our lives we'd definitely want to dine at this Kolopopi fancy restaurant. This restaurant is like an ultimate destination for those who own a stomach. However Kolopopi restaurant holds a strict rule about the customer. They need to come in pairs and the price for even a simple meal can actually make you cry endlessly for two years in a row. But each year people never give up to be in the line to enter this exclusive restaurant for they learn from the anchestors and only Kalopopi restaurant would be able to unleaashed the thirst and long hunger from our stomach. A stomach which has never dined in there is a sad pitiful stomach.

The waiting process for our names to be finally called by the restaurant owner is unimaginable. Not only does the line is long, accidents always happen during the wait which makes waiting becomes a somewhat lethal process. In order to ease the pain of waiting, some choose to dine in other restaurants which are as well expensive (but of course NOTHING beats Kalopopi), some wander around the city and do some shopping and some even go somewhere which is even further than that city itself. But these people sometimes never come back in their queue for they have unconsciously emptied their pocket during the supposed-to-be-window-shopping plan.

However some do wait. They wait patiently outside the restaurant. They insist on not spending their money on any other stuff and refuse to ease the pain of waiting by doing something else as they know the evil power that the city has in smashing their dreams to the ground. They have heard too many stories of how a young couple who was supposed to be the next one to be called into the food paradise, being kicked out of the line as they have finished up their money around the city buying unimportant stuff.

For the people who are watching, deep inside they know that these people (those who wait)are definitely the ones who will survive the wait and finally enter Kalopopi. But they, themselves can't imagine the pain, and boredom these people are secretly suffering from.

Some of these loyal 'queuer' who are waiting, actually hope to take a break and wander around the city for a while before continuing their queue but most of them are stopped by their ambitious partner who refuses to let any go chances of letting off the dream of unleashing the hunger away. Anyhow actually no one knows how good the food is in Kalopopi restaurant for those who went in never come back. Wouldn't you want to walk around and enjoy the city first before entering Kalopopi?

I'd dine in a cheap restautant outside Kalopopi, i'd wonder around the city first, i'd buy what i want. I dont mind queuing up again because...i think it is not Kalopopi that makes your stomach full, it is the journey, it is the sight you see, the experience you gain and watch before you enter Kalopopi that makes your stomach full. What is 'delicious' when you are too hungry to even realize what you are eating.

p/s: poetic mood. guess the hidden meaning.

Perhaps perhaps Perhaps

i read something valueble from Anya's website
"treat yourself before everyone else"

and i will do it baby~

p/s:i miss Faa!:(

Pian Mengganas!

My student, Pian came to school and turned 5B into a beautiful garden yesterday. When I look at the pictures below i realize how pitiful and amateur we were without Pian hahaha. So, the picture says it all. And yes, there's actually more, 5 sarang burung (bird's nest) hanging along the corridor of our class. Hail Pian~Pian Mengganazz!

p/s: i want to learn how to moonwalk!

Of Pencuri Pokok and BubbleGum

I’m pissed off with some uncivilized people at school. This is the second time after yesterday. Somebody happened to cabut (pull off) our pokok which my students and I already worked hard for 2 days in a row (Friday and Saturday). We even went to Lubuk Sembil@ang (a waterfall) to gather some batu sungai and soil (we had fun sinking our happy feet in there!) just to beautify our class so that it is not only popular for being the naughtiest class but also to change it into something classier - ‘naughty but pretty’(it rhymes!). Why, why, why? I wonder who would do such thing. I mean, yes the plants brought to school were beautiful and colourful…but..huh cant type no more.

Lubuk Sembil@ng

Oh my dreams to have my own BubleGum (Cik Nu says that I need to have a more personal name for my car) is about to be shattered because there’s only a tiny bit of chances that N@za will be bringing in M3 by this year. Having the car next year would mean that I will be wasting one year reduction of the tax price. And what if I want to go out of the island, maybe lets say end of next year (example ONLY), then I’ll have to bear the high tax payment. Sheesh, tough decision! The thing is I don’t really like other cars but I need to get a car by this year, because I want to get the Kelis@ back to my hometown so that I can drive at home and not just confine myself in the house just because I can’t drive manual car.

Plus, it’s my mom’s car and my little sister might want to use it sometime so I guess buying a car for my own use is not only relevant but the right thing to do. Yes i know you might want to ask, Why these cars and why not M@laysi@n car? Well, it's simply because i'm in L@ngkawi therefore i want to take advantage of the affordable price for the 'toys' here. Buying national cars here, ironically is quite expensive since it is around a few k's cheaper ONLY than the price outside as compared to 30K and above for imported cars.

Imagine this EVO 10 is sold at 154k when the real price is 330K++ too good to be true?No it's true! 154K is like buying Honda Accord in Peninsular Malaysia~phew

Ok back to my strory, another thing is that N@za can’t predict the price of the new m3 in L@ngkawi because they haven’t got any news about it. See another blurry answer!~

This is sadddddddd .Very sad. Love is cruel. I don’t have any choice don’t I? If Lancer is of smaller size I might consider it as the second choice, but it’s BIG, HUGE, and…just Big.. excuses excuses.. nah because I just want the new m3 that’s all. My friend told me something like ‘oh maybe there’s a bigger plan for you’ hehe I said ‘yeah. Not buying any maybe!’ Maybe I should wait. Wait and see and just continue my daily driving activity as usual. I just loooooovvvveeee driving! :)

p/s: Bubble GUM!!!!!!!!!!

Heaven on Earth - Chen@ng Beach!

A bee isn't a bee, no?

As I concur that my slice of William Shakespeare’s poetic mind, Romeo and Juliet’s dreamy world is swaying away as I grew older, a part of myself still wants to remain the same person who I thought I was. But it seems that the paint that I’m having is not the same with the wall that I should be painting on. I trembled and I panicked in colouring this wall. I sometimes got lost and forgot the colours that I should use.

At times, I found myself hoping that the walls were of different base and motive which is definitely out of question. I wonder if I’m doing something absurd or am I being diplomatic or am I being an adult. I wonder if what I am doing is exchanging a pair of old slippers with a pair of Cinderella glass shoes or am I trying to force a cat to grow a horn.

Second guessing is never good, but I’m doing that. *thinking!
P/s: Watched Transformers and I didn’t know it was THAT good. ENTHRALLED. I want my own Bumblebee! Can’t wait to have a Beeeeeee. My lovely lovely lovely Bee

Banshee Season!

Yay!i’m done with my interview and I’m done with my English Carnival! That deserves another yay! I think. My students got third for choral speaking and third for public speaking and they are so surprised with their own ability in using English as a medium of interaction that they promised to come back next year with better plaque colour which is exactly what I was aiming for since this is only their first year and first try. Well objective achieved!! Yayyyy~

My ‘beg kesayangan’ is at its last stage of skin cancer. I can’t help not to feel distress and extremely annoyed as I was only able to watch and do nothing as its beautiful dark-toned skin striped naked layer by layer. I remember the time when I first fell in love with the bag. I was in Penang I think but strange enough I only got the bag when I was in Sydney around 4 months after that with a remarkably cheaper price. Super cheap to be exact! And now the bag is spending its last few months left to live with me around Kuah town. I will stick by her, until the last piece of her skin fell off the flesh. Uhuk! Will be missing you when you are gone~ *but secretly thinking of your replacement – forgive me I’m a weak human being*

Oh, we’re going to celebrate Jubli Perak this coming 23rd July. The events will be held for 3 consecutive days with the aim to collect round 70k for my school. My 5B students are so keen to build Rumah Hantu for that Jubli Perak Day to topup our class fund in which its progress stagnated for a long while that everyone thought that it does not even exist~ Our class fund is also at a critical stage because everyone is so ‘liat’ to pay anything so my monitor said that maybe we can skip the paying and do Rumah Hantu instead so that we can still have a proper and GRAND class party at the end of the year~ Hmmm I’ll think about this and I should ask other teachers first. Seasoned teachers maybe!

Alas, I have a feeling that it won’t happen. You know why? Only yesterday, my student Ika told me that we’re already in Banshee (pontianak/langsuir) season now so I should avoid going out at night and that her cousin had just intentionally brought along a Banshee home on his motorcycle last night. With a story like that, who will let you ‘buat rumah hantu’? *scratch my head! *Sigh!

p/s: I proposed that we do something like ‘Zoo- your wildlife experience!’. At first they said yes but then when I said that they are going to be the animals like monkey and giraffe they instantly said ‘No’. Not Cool?

Purdah hehe

One of my colleagues went for Umrah and i actually asked her to help me buy this for fun:

And i ended up getting it as a present together with another shawl.How sweet!

And this is how i look with the 'purdah'!hehe i didnt know that it's so much fun to be in one. You feel like you're free and invisible. Maybe like Harry Potter in his magic robe? How do I look?Nice?keke

The ONE

I want this car !!!!! This is the One that i want. Argh love hurts.Tensionnye! Boleh ke tak dapat nih. GRrrrrr

First Day in School

The First Day is always the hardest. But how hard can it be?

I woke up at 6.15a.m but i decided to roll on the mattress for a while to so-called 'ambik semangat' before waking up for morning shower. As hard as i tried to turn the whole situation into something positive, i failed.

I tried to imagine going to school smiling, i pictured my students, with stangely over-shiny faces smiling at me and studying religiously during my lesson but none of my wild imagination seemed to be able to make me feel like letting off my pillow.

While i took my long morning shower, silly questions started to spring from my half-cuckoo mind, Should i resign? Am i going to teach for the rest of my life? What can i become if i decided to put a stop on my teaching profession? Should i have a bakery? Should i start my business? Why can't i just stay at home?Later (by the end of my shower) i made a desicion to quit teaching. Yakin ni.

How weird, later in the afternoon i was already laughing my way to class and telling my students that i thought of quitting and they somehow found my story to be psychotically irrelevent. I knowwww that's what i thought too.

Guys, chill!It's ONLY a syndrome.