Monthly Archives: January 2008

Bila tiada.

Posted on by under Emotions Revealed, Music to the Ears

Bila aku sudah tiada
Simpan semua laguku
Jangan di tangis selalu.

tQa,
Ampun ya, buat kamu menangis tadi. Tapi kalau benar-benar jadi, jangan menangis ya.

*EDITED

a t i q a h
01/30/2008 12:37 am

ke hadapan cik alin yang disayangi,

ade sesetengah pesanan yang tidak sesuai dihantar/diterima dan dibaca sewaktu kelas berjalan.In

i kerana ia boleh menyentuh sensitiviti hati/jantung/minda si pembaca pesanan.

sekian.
terima kasih.
😛

Reunion, Farewell and Joyride.

Posted on by under Out and About


So, on Thursday the crooked bunch of F2.4 (2004) had a reunion / farewell party in The Curve, Damansara. Crazy, it was. With the same familiar faces and the same familiar laughter but not quite the same size. It was good to see everyone again after 2 years of being abroad.

To Mdm Rozanna and Mdm Fazlinah, good luck in pursuing your PHD. All the best. Without you, we wouldn’t be where we are today. We wouldn’t be the crooked lot / crazy human beings who love each other. Though we are crazy, your laughter, our laughter keep us sane. Let’s keep in touch. Mdm Faz, there are lots of factory outlet in Portsmouth, have a great time shopping. Tumpang handbag satu boleh? Keh keh keh. Mdm Rozanna, I guess, I’ll be seeing you around in KL. I nak datang rumah u, ok.


P/s: I am a co-pilot tak berapa boleh pakai. Asyik salah jalan. Took a turn when you are not supposed to and miss a turn when you are supposed to take the turn. End up ber-joyride / merempit lah malam itu. Dari Damansara ke Gombak ke Jalan Ipoh ke Jalan TAR ke Dataran Merdeka and finally sampai IPBA lah. Sambil merempit, menyanyi kuat-kuat to Pupus by Dewa. Baru ku sedarriiiiiiii~~~

Neo naik truck.

Posted on by under Kindred and Lineage

I am currently in Shah Alam when I am supposed to be at home in Sitiawan. What happened was my sister’s Neo broke down just before Ijok and right after the Chinese graveyard. She couldn’t press the pedal, the stering wheel can’t be controlled and slowly the car stopped on its own. She called Proton Service Centre and waited about 45 minutes for Abg Proton. He came with his wife and managed to start the car. About two minutes after that the car broke down again and this time nothing can be done except to have it towed to Proton’s workshop. We waited more than an hour for the truck. My sister had already fallen asleep, I got bored of waiting that I counted how many vehicles that passed us by. From 12.44 am to 12.55 am, there were 59 wehicles including 3 motorcycles and the tow truck is vehicle nnumber 60. Abg Proton had asked another friend, Abg Proton 2 to send us to Shah Alam. On the way, Abg Proton 2 took us to Mutiara Damansara Proton Centre to wait for Neo and settled some forms. We arrived safely in Shah Alam at around 3 a.m.

They are really nice guys, including the Abg Proton On the Phone and Abg Insurans. I gave Abg Proton 2 some money, a treat for him and Abg Proton. Abg Proton even invited us to his wedding in March. Har har har. That was really nice of him.

Here’s some pictures of Neo in Mutiara Damansara.

Neo is still on the truck. The guy in black shirt and white pants is Abg Proton 2.

In the process of getting Neo on to the ground.
Neo is already on the ground.

Later today we’ll be heading to Sitiawan in Mak Cu’s Waja and will probably pick Neo up on Sunday.

To Abg Proton, Abg Proton 2, Abg Proton On the Phone and Abg Insurans, if you are reading this (I dont think you read this by the way), we just want to say thank you very much for your help. We really appreciate it.

Yesterday.

Posted on by under Emotions Revealed, Kindred and Lineage
This is meant to be posted yesterday.

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Today, 17th January 2007, marks the eight month since the day that Allah took Ayah’s life. Time really flies. It felt like yesterday that I received the news that he was admitted to the hospital. It felt like yesterday that I was allowed to go home to see my family, full expenses paid by Marjon. It felt like yesterday that relatives are afraid to tell me the bad news as soon as I landed. It felt like yesterday that I visited his grave for the first time and cried. It felt like yesterday that I visited his grave every weekend. It felt like yesterday that I helped Mama to placed the tombstone on his grave. It felt like yesterday that I helped to plant some orchids next to the tombstone. It felt like yesterday that I scattered flowers and pandan leaves on the grave. It felt like yesterday that I cried because he was not there to celebrate my birthday. It felt like yesterday that I held a tahlil for him. Everything felt like they have just happened just the day before. But, all these things happened in the course of eight months. I still have not visit his grave since I came back although this was the first thing that I wanted to do.I really wished that I had done so during the one week I was at home now that I’m missing him very much. It hurts when mama said that she dreamt of him sometimes. It hurts when Jaja said that he came into her dreams. He had never come into mine. If I had just one wish, I wish that he will come into my dream, even for a short while. I wanted to see him very much, for I am missing him dearly.

Lecturers say the darndest things:

Posted on by under Quoted Quotes

‘Focused skill is like having a boyfriend. You can’t teach two focused skills just like you can’t have two boyfriends at the same time.’ (on the teaching of four skills in English language classrooms)

‘Elaborate with examples. For those of you who lack of English, huraikan dengan contoh.’ (on Professional Development assignment)

‘We can work together because I’m an English educated man.’ (on collaboration/working together between the HEP and Cohort 2 students)

‘OK, your reading is not bad after all.’ (during Professional Development tutorial)

‘We have loss our statute and prestige because we have teachers like you!’ (on teaching being a profession)

‘Haa, yang itu, dah sampai Marjon.’ (during Islamic Civilisation lecture, of which I fell asleep)