Life so far.. Finally after one year... IM back!

First of all, i was like "OMG!?" "Dafuq?" It's a year and sumting since i last blogged~ My Oh My.... Soooooooooooo many things happened. I fall in love, get rejected, fall in love again (I think i did)with two diffrent girl then cool down, my weight rise 14kg since last time (do the math =.="), 3 semester of real test have passed (crushed it~), miss eva left, come back with her boyfriend~, volleyball, badminton, outing, and my relationship (social) becomes much better... I love hanging out with new friends :D Well that's about it.. i think And oh yeah, i became JPP and worst of all i became the secretary (DAFUQ??!) ahahhah well, shit happens! and that's just life. LoL Well, i guess i enjoy my life atm.. I x wish for anything to change ( I mean, I dare not change it :'( sob sob sob) If changing means i'll lost what i have now and everything becomes akward.. i wont change. It's sufficient for me :) i mean "NOW" Let's see.. what else.. oh yeah, I become accustomed befriending G3 n G1~ & Me undi PKR pilihan raya 13 (yeah, im old.. so wat?)but ...... shhhhh (we're being watched, like hell we r ) :p I become a Taylor Swift fan.. I mean, its not like I x like Taylor before.. I do like her song.. but since past four months, her songs really becomes a part of my daily routine. I listen to her's everyday (at kuliah, while gaming, while manga-ing, n even now as i blogg) There's something about Taylor Swift that i can relate to.. Maybe it reminds me of "her" :$ (background music #Animal by Neon trees' nanannananananana~here we go again..) Oh yeah, that aside, we won! WAJA won the sports 3 years in a row :D and Im glad we did because i was elected to be the leader. But it's thanks to everyone's effort that we won. :) Im just an extra. Well, next year i will be running 4 x100m. I promise> :) (finger crossed) N the most important thing is that I actually studied?? woaahhh.. All thanks to my rumate whoms revelation shocked my very core. If i wana get 3.75 above.. I must get constant 3.8 from this sem onwards and i was like "Challenge accepted!" Well, I guess that's all for now :D Sayonara bye bye ~ Till next time folks~ I labiu~~~~:P wakakakkaka

Once upon my life... Reminiscence

Well hello..hello..hello to all my followers and guests who read my blog

* background voices; duhh? do u even have 1? Loser!!! ...
Argkhh.. Shaddap!! I kill U ;p (sound of knife stab on and on again)

Well as i was saying,... hello to all, thank you for visiting my blogs although it was mostly about my boring life... =.="

There's so much things happening inside my life and to be honest, i think i need to re-learn Emotional Intelligence all over again...
Ignorance, Insensitivity are 2 things that WILL EVENTUALLY cause Conflict...

Don't believe it? It's true!! Both of it was a recipe to a total disaster... so here's my advice... for ya'll

1) BE ALERT you may think what you said as nothing but it's always something to anyone else. What make things worst is when you heard it from other people because different people interprets things differently.
2)If u want to be Ignorance, do it IF AND ONLY IF you don't want to create trouble (to maintain PEACE ) but remember! Each action comes with consequences... so be prepare..not everybody can accept it when u suddenly change from being the person who meddles with problems that's not theirs into someone who ignore things whether it's completely or just slightly...

All of these my dear readers, will surely leads to CONFLICT. So there it is, the recipe for disaster. Ignorance+Insensitivity=CONFLICT

Once upon my life... Dream

Since 2 weeks ago, my life was totally messed up. My diet plan didn’t go as planned and I barely maintained my weight within 82-85 kg. Maybe the stress has finally accumulated enough to become depression probably... :’( well I don’t think so... ha.ha.ha. at least I still dreamed everyday.. ;-)
Dreams.. Is it fiction... or reality?
Nobody knows but...who cares?
Last night I dreamed of someone whom I might or I might not know.... but it was a very pleasant one for sure... :)

I dreamed, the two of us were on a vacation someplace where the beach’s sands was as white as snow and the waves was gentle.. the red and gold rays of sun radiance as we walk along the beach.. holding hands.. her delicate hands felt cold at first but it gets warmer as we keep holding hand as we stroll along the beach... the warmth of her hand felt real...very real..
She was wearing a dark green dress with white dots ... along with her nice white summer hat.. we continued walking down the beach.. still holding hands and suddenly her hat's blown away by the gentle warm breeze and it reveals her dark brown curly hair which waves in slow motion... She looked extremely beautiful... her eyes radiance as it

stared at me...
After stunned for a second, i went to get her hat and when I come back, we sat down on the white sands, watching at the sunset... She was clinging to my arm and her head was on my shoulder and we just sits there, watching at the sun

Suddenly it rained...her face was extremely happy when it rains and she was smiling as the rain drops on her face. I stood there..watching at her with joy on her face.. After a minute or two. the rain gets heavier and she grab my hand and we heads toward a hut ...taking shelter from the downpour... we were drenched and wet and her curly hair was sticking to her face... I could not resist my feelings anymore.. i reached my hands toward her face and as i stroke her hair to the back, revealing her ear... i kissed her and she kissed me back..

Oh, how I wished the time would’ve stop forever.. leaving just the two of us inside this fantasy world of mine...

Waiting = patience = torment

I can wait forever but i may not have the patience and waiting is truly a torment...

Once upon my life...

Lot of things happened. This past month had been a very busy months... First is the language camp; again lots of thing happened.. we played games, visits school (first xp as teacher) and does lot of lame thing as well but the most interesting one was talent time where we acted out in front of everyone)
Next would be the Macbeth drama...we have start preparing for it and though it kills me, im glad that i am the scriptwriter ( Though my plan to modernize Macbeth had failed 4 times, it was rejected by the senior lecturers who don't want things to change...sigh*) but finally after giving up the idea and worked with their suggestion, i present to you MacDepp... adaptation of Macbeth...Sabahan version..wakakaa (totally worked out, i can feel my soul sapped out for the last 1 week...fuhh...) I realised with 12 brains in the team, i only need their feedback so i can edit the text cause when the 12 of us do things separately, the story will be like... chaos....wkakakak
So with the previous text that we've done, i decide to do the editing all by myself in order to prevent that...then after i finished doing the editing, i call out all the leaders and scriptwriters to discuss..finally my work is done..all that's left, helping out the other team...

One drop of tear....

One drop of tear holds a million meaning behind...it may convey love, hatred or jealousy...one thing that's clear, it will always means something
its a part of being human as its a reaction from our emotion...

whenever i looked at tears, i will definitely feel bad...really bad...

i hate tears especially one that i cannot do anything about it...

i simply do not like standing while looking at them..
maybe it's because of my sense of empathy... or is it my pride? well i don't know....

i hate being unable to do anything whenever tears starts dropping from one's eyes....i really do...sigh*

Sometimes i wish this feeling will just vanish...leaving me behind with nothing but pride yet i do not want to let go of it, for it makes me human...being prideful doesn't mean that one has become unhuman..

it's just that for me...this feeling is precious for it help me to get closer to everyone...

maybe i'm naive but i love making friends...i really do... and when i does, i don't simply consider them as friend but as brothers and sisters...

that's why i will do everything that i could to get in term with everyone..to help them and help myself...

and that's also why its hard for me...

Oh~ how i wish... i can be prideful and still keep my sense of empathy at the same time....

One's pride or One's principal in life?

Being naive or standing up for one's pride, which do you prefer?
Well if it's me i'll choose to be naive if i am too live up to my principal which is; satisfy other first before yourself. Well it's not that i don't have a pride at all but one's pride can be keep inside when one's mind tell oneself too be humble. And if you're wondering whether or not people will step on you, then the answer is....YES!

Of course its human nature to step over things when given an opportunity especially when the one who's being step on is being lenient...Too lenient...sigh*
People may call it stupid and continuously stress upon one's naivety but is it simply naivety and stupidity?

It is hard to be naive when you yourself know what will happen; how they'll treat you,what's the risk of being one and furthermore will you stand living up to your own principle? For instance, when you are being too kind to others, they might think that you are easy to be manipulated but what they don't know is ONE is being kind with conscience and willingness..

Yes..its true that its not easy to be such person as at times, one will face doubt whether to continue being kind; satisfying other need before oneself or to be prideful and simply ignores them...

this applies to all sort of relationship...as a leader; when you become a good leader, then of course people will start to take light of you...and its hard to command them but the relationship are great...though it might be a double-edge sword; when there's problem in the society..the leader with highly sense of empathy will be feeling responsible for everything...sigh* so which one will we choose? being naive or being prideful? hmmphh...it depends on oneself...

How's life define by me...

Hello everyone...it has been a long time since i've blogged and finally today i have the luxury to blog...and today is also bloggers day so HAPPY BLOGGER DAY i bid to all blogger regardless the active blogger nor the inactive one... ^^

Well today i would like to blog about life; how's life to me...In recent mock exam, while i was sitting for Language Development paper, i came across an interesting quotation by i forgot who...hahaha but she's an ordinary women who sells vegetables at market but able to donate hundred thousand dollars to those who were in need.... She said "My principle in life is simple.When i'm happy, i know that i have done something good and when i'm not happy, i've done something bad...

Well i agree with her dor when im happy i know that i have done good thing bit i disagree that when im not happy i have done something wrong..To me life is simple..my first principle in life is

"Never HURT woman."

Having said that, I am proud to say that up to this day, I have live up my first principle...I NEVER hurt woman in life physically....i dont know if i have hurt them in other ways and if i did i am truly sorry.... T-T

Why did i said never to hit women? Well in my opinion, women are fragile but not in the bad way. They represent all the softness,kindness and as a man,It's our job to protect them from being harmed in any way and not to harm them for they are sacred! Who delivers you into this world? YOUR MOTHER! Women are filled with kindness even if they didn't show it directly they possess all the thing that soothes a person... Since little i was exposed to story that shows me how men supposed to protect women ( knight and princess, prince and princess) and as i grew up... i have assimilate with these way of thinking...

Having high sense of empathy or empathetic as well as high sense of caring towards people...i have developed another principle which is let other be happy though you yourself suffer...i will do anything in my reach and power to help those(people i care for) who are in need...Often people judge me for being too kind...for those whom i care it doesn't matter whether they end up hurting me or betraying me or what...cause I forgive them cause I care...It's alright if i get hurt because of someone cause the experience will help me grow up and evolve to become much stronger as an individual and as a member of society...I will help them as hard as i could and if i need to put myself in danger, its worth it..for friends help each other without expecting payment or thanks...

This is also an effect of growing up while reading many books and watching many movies which highlights friendship and sacrificing without expecting anything..I found these action as noble deed and i myself dream of helping my friends like those Heroes who are merely a man..nothing special...and sometimes unappreciated by 99% people who read or watch it but let me be the 1% who does appreciate them and inspired by their action...No need for us to force other to open their eyes when they are blinded by the world...its enough for us to be there for them and continue helping them in any way we can...for life would be better when you help other...Well, at least that is what i feel when i do so..i feel content and better...for those who agree try it...and for those who disagree...it's alright...we the 1% people will always be there for you..

Hi I'm Dusun....

Today as i carried (actually forced to) the woods (my brother's woods) to the garage ( rain season mah...), i remembered a question my friend asked me once...

"I'm Dusun Lotud from Tuaran and you are??"

Hmm.. at that moment I simply answered "Dusun Bundu/Ranau" but then i asked my mom this morning to what ethnic of dusun do we belongs to, she answered Dusun Tindal....well all this question keeps bugging my mind so i decided to do some internet research and wow...i found that these 3 dusun was actually different from one another which adds more to my confusion....

As i keep reading each and every single word...i saw the word kadazan and i remembered that i was once accused of being racist over kadazan when i used the word to differentiate my friends dialect....well before this all i know was Kadazan is the term people use to differentiate the status from other dusun as kadazan comes from the word kadayan which means shop or something similar? I'm not really sure about it...all i know was the different accent present...wakkaka

Then from my finding, it was stated that there was no word such as kadazan before 1950's and 1960's...and it also stated that kadazan was originally dusun tanga..cause dusun ethnic was usually divided from the geographical factor...such as dusun tindal(the land people) and so on..

So if you are a dusun, if u say u are kadazan then it's still right as you are referring yourself as dusun kadazan..
if you are a dusun and asked to what race are u? then u supposed to answer by your ethnic e.g. tindal,lotud,bundu,kimaragang....and if u do not know what ethnic do u belong to...simply say dusun followed by your district...e.g.dusun papar,dusun ranau...

but if you were asked by someone who is not a dusun..then simply say u are kadazandusun as it is usually known by people who is not familiar with sabah..

so im proud to say that i am Dusun-Bundu/Dusun-Ranau/ Dusun-Tindal cause it doesn't matter to which ethnic do you belong to...as long as you are dusun then you are part of the family...and to those who are not dusun...do not worry for we applied these term to the sabahan ( as long as u are from sabah then u are a part of family) and even to malaysian ( as long as you're malaysian then you are a part of family)..i wish that everyone in the world would have this kind of mindset (as long as you are human then you are part of the family) but i guess the world still have long wasy to go....

these are the mindset of dusun people for they are known for their high-spirit when it comes to helping each other (dusun's unity)....for we doesn't walk forward alone..we walk together even though it means we will be left behind as well...

Once upon my life...

I remember when I was a kid...I used to love reading so much, i spent my time reading everyday.. I remember the first book i read was Enid Blyton's fable, "The Faraway Tree" ...The moment i read it...I was like.... 0_0 I was mesmerized by the way she deliver her stories...
But as i grew up...all the experiences and the knowledge i gained;the painful one,the great one change the way i think...

Today as i look upon the sky, I wondered... What is my identity when it comes to writing??
How am I suppose to write?...

For the time being, I realised that whenever i wrote, i tend to write in a emotionally way whether it is a dark and gloomy mood or a bright mood and full of hope...

I wonder which is my real identity? Am i a person who wrote in a dark mood; questioning everything in life...believed that there's no easy thing in life... doubting..
or am i still the person i used to be? believing in God...believing in magical creatures...believing in hope,trust and friendship...believing that every single thing in life would be perfect...

I wonder whether i am still searching for my identity...I wonder who am i? Are these two thing a part of me?

I can only assume that the bright mood was a piece of my personality in the past; before i saw a glimpse of reality...before i began to loose faith in hope...which led to the dark mood; my current perception towards life...

I wish..I wish..I really wish that I can turn back the pendulum of life...so i can continue to believe and to hope...for hope was the thing that pushes people to their best;to move forward in life... but that was all but once upon my life...

Today in IPG...One of the BAD day

Today in Ipg Gaya...i accidentally ran into my friend when we played handball...i feel so bad about it...sorry fan~ aku nda sengaja bah...then it's ES..
"OH No!!! I forgot..today Miss Eva want to watch us perform the readers theater...i am quite ashamed of myself for coming unprepared... pronunciation and volume that's the most important thing that i must improved..

What really pissed me off was the Treasure Hunt event...Before anything, i want to stress that i am not blaming anyone for the problem that occurs BUT....I do appreciate if they understood that there's no such thing as perfection in this world...human move forward cause they are imperfect;pursuing knowledge to become perfect....

Do not simply let your mouth slip and accuse us doing a last minute work. Try putting yourself into our position,try doing all these thing that seemed very easy but in truth, IT IS HARD...
If you manage to do thing more better than us and if you think you can do all these thing in ease, then you can say that.

Do you think that planning the event was easy? Do you know that you must consider many factors in order to plan this event? Okay...If you said you were exhausted and feel cheated then how do you think we feel? Do you think that planning and pulling out this event was not exhausting???!!
Do you think it's very easy for us to redo all the thing when the planned venue was occupied??? To figure out how to use each and every resource we have..the place given to us..and try to make sure the objective of our game can be delivered into the society??

Hardwork, Patience, Unity, Preserverance and simply enjoying the games...that is the main objective of our game...to make you feel that you are a part of something big and not a part of your sad and pathetic life....don't take me wrong...Im not insulting you but each and every one of us live a sad and pathetic life..Our life only become something when you become a part of something... this is the truth..so live with it..


If you blame us for the technical problem then you are just wasting your time because you should blame your own incompetency as well as stupidity....if you are clever then you would have long realised that it was not us to blame cause we are all nothing but simply human..

weekends

Friday...Saturday..Sunday..

OMG..totally boring...i would like to sleep but my eyes wont let me...maybe it's because i took a nap for 2hours in the evening...my roommate jeff went back every weekends which means im alone at the room...last two week, i have company from haizat and depp..tee~hee this week they are sleeping at their own room..oo im alone..wakkaka

because my eye dosent allow me to sleep yet,,,i will be having anime marathon till im sleepy..yeah....!!!!
hopefully tomorrow morning, i will wake up early...planning to watch movie....

Once upon my life...

Since i can remember, I have always been a person who like to question things. For me,it is unacceptable to accept things the way it is without any proof. What is life? Who created life? Why do i live? These are among the question that pops out of my head as i grew up. I have been thinking about it since then and until today i still do...
My family have always taught me to be grateful because God has given me a chance to live in better times and places unlike them and my grandfather who strives in order to live in their times. My grandparents were a typical Dusun people. They lived and experienced how life was during the Japanese reign over Borneo. To them, Japanese people are brutal and savages. I do not blame them for thinking like that since they have only seen the dark side of the army; torturing people(their friends and families) by forcing them to drink soapy water and the worst there was, slaughtering and slicing their meat off alive till they died. If you think that was awful, there is more to it. The army drops off the meat at the victims family house and since at that time meat was a luxury...well just imagine what happen next...If all of these inhuman things happens at you, won't you be hating them as well? Hmm..i suppose i will hate those who does it but i believe not all of the Japanese are that inhuman.
Well afterward, the effect of the war to our country...and since in my mother time it was hard to support a big family( they have 9 people in family) , she was never given a chance to attend school since she have to work in order to help support her family from the age of 10. Every time i skipped school, she would be furious of me and start talking about how she who yearn to go to school was never given a chance and i, who was able to go to school with ease ungratefully skipped it. When she starts talking about the past, i can see her eyes looking sad, almost burst into tears and i will be feeling bad about myself. My mother is an incredible women you see, she has been working real hard and does a very good job nurturing her children since most of them have manage to go out into the society and able to live their life quite well...
It is not that i am not grateful to have lived in this time that can be considered quite peaceful.. it is just that i questioned what is life? what is the purpose of life? is it me or does everyone feels the same with me? it felt weird to live life without knowing what the purpose is...i still remember when i was little, before i know how to read, i have faith in god for i believe that he is the one who created life but as i grew up i began to lose faith on him. I mean, i do believe in him but most of the time, i argues about the fact in the bible...i mean aren't we suppose to not worship any statue or anything similar to it? but why does people worship god statue? these are the thing that i thought when i was 8 years old..then i learnt that those statue was a symbol of him, the cross symbolize his sacrifice for the human race...the symbol of pain and sin...but
Sometimes i felt that my life was programed, as if what i have done till now was staged...fake..but that change as i grew up...i first felt the taste of life when i found my first love...well its stupid but to me it was one of the most happiest thing that i can felt in life though it's short...if i can describe my feeling in term of taste then it probably was sweet and end with a bitter taste. I remember how she smile and how it captivate my heart..the way she shines with a glowing radiance..i say to myself..."She's the one" but sadly things don't go well as i expected..although it's sweet but good things never last...when i thought that i've found what life is...everything was back to square 1...for years i rebel..i felt the sorrow and rage inside my heart yet at the same time, i cant seem to face her cause whenever i see her..i felt the shame..the sweet moment..and the regret since i am not able to be with her...i feel traumatized by the incident and i am not able to love...im afraid of being heart broken..hahha...how pathetic...then years passed and i began to be able to love once again but sadly..this time i was the one who broke it..seems like long distance relationship doesn't suit me at all..well life goes on...though i haven't figure what it meant yet...

one thing for sure..for now...life is about living in IPG... spending each and every moment of my life to the fullest with my young friends... laughing with them.. crying with them... I wonder whether it's a blessing for me to have high sense of empathy..and sympathy... i feel great when people are having great time and i feel bad when people are sad (to the point that i can't sleep at night)...although i haven't found the meaning to life, simply being together with my friend, building a stable career and contributing to my family in the future will be the meaning of life to me at the moment....

The last thing that i want will always be the only thing i end up with...

As the title stated, "The last thing that i want will always be the only thing i end up with..."

Since i can remember, all the things that i labeled as my last choices will be the one that i end up with. In my young days, i used to say that i will never enroll into form six as at that moment i used to think that it's a waste of time and uncool but in the end, i end up enrolling into it anyway. I even decline the offer i get into the matriculation school which i was offered 2 years programs. Maybe it was just not my destiny since i only knew about it by the closure of the registration date. Most of my teachers at that time ran all over the school, chasing after me, trying as hard as they could to change my mind into going to matriculation school but all their effort was simply vain. By the time they meet with me, I had decided to just go with form six for transferring will likely be a hassle for me and hassle is the last thing that i want...(but it will always show up *sigh*).

Luckily my gamble turned out to be quite good as form six was not as bad as people think it is. I still have the leisure to relax and learns lot of new thing i never will if i had go to matric. Lets just say that it help me to become a bit more mature in dealing life.

Then there goes myself talking with my friend at form six about choosing our university. Knowing me, i simply said that any university will be fine by me as long as it's not in sabah or kelantan. With that said, finally few months after i said it, WALAH the result come out... i was offered banking at UMK which is located at Kelantan, the one place i don't want to be for some reason. ( Sorry to say but i don't favour PAS or most politic parties therefore NO)

As the result come out, i was shocked! My eyes felt as if they were going to pop out anytime, my body is sweating...cold and my hand was trembling...and there i goes clicking the refresh button...once...still the same
twice...same...third time..nothing changed...fourth time..sorry unable to proceed comes out...the line was busy anyway with thousand of STPM candidates across the country are online trying to check their application result...
"Oh my god...Is this really happening?" i said as my heart felt really heavy; as if the weight of the whole world was lifted by it. For days i cant eat well...i cant sleep well either....I was like a soulless being...a vessel without a soul...then i decide not to sweat about it as my sister has promised to help me change the university from UMK to UMS but i ask her to change to UMSKAL for at least it is not in Sabah. My days of calling UMK day by day to check whether my request for changing university can be fulfill and finally after almost three weeks of pressuring them, they give in to my request and i had successfully made a record; being the first student to change university without having to wait one semester.

As i enjoyed my day at KAL ( the day that i decided to check out the PTPTN ) , an unfamiliar number called me ( At that moment, i was waiting for my lecturer to register for the course ), its a number from KL or something like that. I answered it and it was actually from Kementerian Pelajaran Malaysia. The reason they had called me was to inform me that i have been given a chance to become a teacher. At that time i was shocked. Yes...I have tried to apply for it but i failed and Yes i have asked my sister to send a letter to KPM, begging to be given an opportunity to become a teacher ( used to say that last thing i will become is a teacher as well) but my sister forgot to send it...so i was feeling doubt whether to quit the international marketing program or continue...at last i decided that being a teacher gives a lot more benefit than studying at KAL..

Well you might call it a fluke or tada no guzen but be careful at what you might wish or said cause the last thing you want might be the only option you will have... Creepy isn't it?

Between Hate and Allowance

Between Hate and Allowance stands myself victimized by the situation, flicking the flame of anger inside others like the friction of two stick sparking flame when rubbed together. I look at their eyes and i saw disappointment, all the eyes that's used to be full of hope, now searching for something to channel all their rage and blame into one entity , truly saddening yet understandable that I can almost suffocate just by thinking about it.

What shall be done and what have been done, the more i think the more it all points to me.
"Oh God, what have i done and what have been done to me?" I asked.
I pray and try to listen but silence is all i can hear. Was it me or just my ego? I don't know anything at the moment as my mind keeps on spinning back and forth, wandering in the vast oceans of memories inside my thick block-headed brain.

Looking back at the incident,I asked them whether I shall fill in a new form or just do the initial and with ease they answered just do the initial. For listening to their instruction, I payed the price. I was asked to redo my form 3 days before semester break approximately 3 weeks after i submitted it with all the other student. Now, all of my batch will and definitely have been blaming me for not getting their allowance earlier for I am like a stone blocking the passage between their allowance and themselves which is now filled with hatred towards me.

From KAL to Gaya ,From marketing to being a teacher...

Is it just me or is life really a funny ironically...

When i was young a little boy,i found that being teacher is a troublesome job and too much of a hassle.These idea lasted until i went to form 6 and now I'm a teacher in training at IPG maktab gaya. don't you think it's funny?

Most of my family consist of teacher and that makes me know how was the life of those who're involved with this profession.Wouldn't it be much better if i just continue studying at KAL in International Marketing? Who knows?

This is the choice that I've made and I will keep on living up to it.Life to me are truly amusing...

the junction of life

It has been a long time since i blogged...

so many thing happened ...i went to MUNSYI test which was a qualifying exam for USM....

and well i got called for an interview for TESL although it's just primary school teacher...well i was quite nervous when i went to the interviews....

i saw many people...smart looking and well behaved so i assumed that most of them were better than me in English so i just sit around at the corner and watching people

(an activity i used to do when i was in a foreign place...),examining them,try to figure out as many thing as i could that i can use to strike a conversation but in the end i decide to be myself...

whenever i was at someplace foreign,i just keep my cool and shut up although i can strike a conversation if i want to...it's just that having a father that was too friendly kinda give me the impression that it was not such a good thing to do...just let the others do the talking unless it's necessary because to me listening to others give us an advantage...

and then we were called...got 30 minutes to finish up the INSAK test...kinda like MUNSYI...it was a logical question and it took me only 10 minutes to finish...i waited for the test to end as my stomach growls a bit...oops...havent feed the puppy i thought ...hehehehe

afterwords we were given a 10 minute break which was finish in silence as i was in the beginning..then it was time for the group interview....my assumption was wrong...not to be proud but all of the other men was not very comfortable to speak in english like me(thanks to four month babysitting my niece and nephew,im used to speak in english)

i tried as hard as i could to contribute for the group and myself...and it worked...yay...thanks to Md.Fikri,an ex-matriculation student who volunteered himself to be the head of discussion although i was the one doing most of the supporting part...when we're finished, all of the men comes to me and thank me for my support in the discussion and just like that we all became familiar with one another...

what a good feeling...contributing to others...and then it is time for me to have my individual interview as i was the no 1 in the name list...i was asked for many things which i can answer with mixed language occasionally such as "penganggur" because i kept remembering one of those guys word for penggangur which was "grape seeder" which makes me forgot that penganggur is in fact unemployed....LOL...

i was also asked about current issue and to my dismay , why oh why did i talk about the red shirt workers in thailand...i was going to talk about soccer actually....and when one of the interviewer comment that my view was weak that most of the english teacher nowadays are women so i want to change that presumption..my true nature was unleashed for a minute...i was debating with him and in the end he loss to me...take that for provoking me...lol

although i am very tired mentally and also a bit hungry, but i think all well ends well...he and she was smiling at me when i was finished..wah....hope i can get the job

hari yang sungguh malang

setelah lama sy x berblog tiba2 rasa macam mo berblog saja ni ari...butul2 malang nasib sa...tiba2 kena block account FB sa....sa sangat2 la sedih

an unusual day

last night i went to sleep at 10pm...feel so sleepy suddenly...hehehe
i felt relaxed but all the spm candidate must be feeling nervous & anxious ATM...hehehe

well,one thing that could make me tired today was probably the driving thingy...one thing i like about driving in kk is the traffic light but ironically that is also one of the thing i hate...2 hour of driving and it's one hell of a pain in the ass to keep on pressing the clutch...now i can understand my father, brothers & sister feeling driving in kk..zz

Missed Blogging

Ram Yun mee and Pizza Hut~







Inilah favorite bug sorang...Kutuk2




Time sorang masak french fries...






Halu evry1...long time no blogging aa...haiya..

So many thing's happened...eating...eating..cooking n spm result anouncement...oh yeah and i've started taking the 8 hour class...just finished 2 hour this day...waa..

i don't have problem with the parking and 3 movement's but i seem to have problem concerning the clift parking....i cant seems to park it right....weather it's passed the line or be4 the line....zzz

and when i'm going back my instructor ask me too keep on driving till home...waw...so good to be able to drive past gear 3...