The Chronicles of Watashi Wa

Among all the delicacies available in Suasana Foodcourt KLCC, nothing beats the taste, the exhilaration, and the blasphemous feeling that this food has to offer. Seriously, it's "TERBAEK"! (the best) Not even the one in The Curve could beat this one. Nasi Ayam Penyet AP is better than Waroeng Penyet. It is undoubtedly the best. p/s: Best to eat when you are loaded with problems. It'll whistle all your tensions out! XD

I can't really say how Malaysianized I am. Being a Selangorian (and not a KLite), I hardly ever explore Selangor to say the least, let alone KL which is surrounded by it. So, when I got the chance to visit the famous attraction for the first time in my 25 years of living, I had to say I was quite ecstatic, albeit feeling deadbeat tired. I was so tired that I couldn't even finish my lunch, which was Spaghetti Napolitana, which tasted and presented quite..weird. Too gravy-ish. I had to say, though, that cronysm or conflict of interest did occur upon my entering the facility, when some hotshot granted entrance to these two visitors who were queueing behind me and my group of students. As hard-hearted as I am, not to mention my degree of DIVA-ness, however dormant it is now, though it can be awakened at any time, mind you *flips hair*, I didnt bulge an inch when the gatekeeper tried to stall my entrance at 1620 to 1640. As I told off to his face, "We demand to be admitted now&

Ever since I bought the new netbook, I kinda have the itch to make it as portable as possible. I thought that being lightweight and compact, it would have been no problem at all going online in the train or at Starbucks, to say the least. Little did I know that how mountainous the workload would be. More hours here, extra there, it was suffice to say that I hardly ever get the chance to even flip it open on my workdesk. Speaking of which, some colleagues of mine, whether they were bantering about it or they really meant it, they made remarks on my workstation as being 'homely' and inviting. Of course, with side jokes as well. *smirk* Now that I think about it, there were too much things happening. I guess I'll start picking up blogging again. I sure hope that the next entry will not be in months to come.

It has been a very long while since I last blogged. Sept 7, to be exact. When working was still a rising beeyotch and not drop-dead-ups-and-downs and minus the classes I have taught, seminars and workshops I have been to, and a few things which I have proudly bought with my own money, the money I earnestly earned from my salaries. After countless movie 'marathon' and dates with Tatie sayam and the students, the hangouts, the storytelling sessions, the blog-readings and all, I am still too numb to blog. Nevertheless, I've graduated with B.Ed. (Hons) TESL and am now looking forward to doing my Master in Linguistics. Universiti Malaya, here I come.

Hello again. Such a short dismissal it was, indeed. Haha. Even at the mentioning of the word 'indeed' reminded me strikingly to a wonderful colleague of mine. He is the epitome of funny, honest guy and to be able to be funny while being plain honest to be is wonderful. Here I am, in the solitary confinement of this nostalgic library, a stranger among the familiars. These past few months have taught me important lessons. The lessons which I would possibly not be having should I work somewhere else and not in an internationally-composited environment. I learnt that while other things being different (and not equal, economically and physically speaking), some values remain universal. The beauty of looking at people from entirely different walks of life, literally an entire world of difference, shows some promises that we are all one. Living under the same sky no matter where we are or where we are from, is such a relieving feeling. Initially, I was having doubts as to how much the

Well hello again blog. *Mode:Rustic* I have not been blogging for the past few months (not that I was an ardent blogger, mind you) and I definitely missed the time when I would get all hyped and pysched up to blog as if I'm Mr. Somebody. The reason is, work life has been quite a bitch. Okay, quite may be an understatement. Allow me to deliberate, to 'paint the picture', albeit grotesquely. First of all, I would like to extend my deepest gratitude to Allah S.W.T. for giving me this opportunity to have a career, and yes, to end up as a teacher. *Cue standing ovation*. LOL. Thing is, truth be told, I used to have a knack on teaching, but not so much anymore. Despite that, I was thankful enough to have a job soon after I completed my 4-year-long studies. Of course, the door was opened, by the means of the wonderful Dr. I (whom reputation is marvellous) who introduced me to this wonderful idea of this company with THREE-LETTER WORD. An acronym, to be exact. At first, I was excit

To quote from Miss Nina Azmi's wonderful potluck. As I submitted my thesis aka Academic Exercise (AE) this morning, it strike me into the feeling of 'THIS IS IT'. 4 years of dwelling in the Faculty of Education to get a Bachelor's Degree. Specifically, to get a Bachelor in Education (Honors) Teaching English as Second Language, otherwise known as B.Ed. (Hons) TESL. Me and TESL...what is the relationship between us? What's with all the fuss about WA and TESL, you ask? Allow me to reminisce in this blogosphere of mine. I know, and a lot of my friends know, that I am the one they call as 'Ratu REPEAT'. Not repeat as in repeating subjects that I fail or so, but repeating what I had been through over and over again, and with regard to TESL, this is no exception :D It all started back in 2003, when I first enrolled in the varsity in UiTM Lendu, Alor Gajah, Melaka. During MMS, I couldn't help but to notice this one group of 'active' and 'interesting

Bukan senang nak senang, dan bukan susah nak susah. Kan? Tak susah kan nak jaga hati orang? Jangan cakap merepek2 konsep2 tak sayang mulut. Jangan buat muka macam ko je ada muka. Jangan jadi talam. Jangan pura2 angelic depan setan di belakang. Tak susah semua itu. Tapi ada orang feeling2 nak nampak lagi baik, lagi bagus dari orang lain. Kenapa ek? Adakah dengan kelihatan sebegitu maka fungsi tubuh ko pon akan lebih bagus dari manusia-manusia biasa? Same je aku tgok. Fisiologi bagai. Takde pun ko tetibe jadik superhuman. Aku malas lah. Hidup dah puluh tahun (aku dah 25) tapi pi mai pi mai tang tu jugak. Di takuk lama. Feeling2 urban la, apa la, bercinta macam orang kampung jugak. Kecewa feeling terjun bunuh diri jugak, takde lak orang kampung wat camtu. Poyo tau orang feeling2 urban ni. Kalo ko makan tdo buang air same mcm org lain tkde beza pun. Bukannye kasta ko tetibe naik jadi urban hanj watver tu. Jaga hati ni lagi penat dari jaga lembu kambing. Lembu kambing leh tambat, leh hambat

Lately, I don't feel too good. Felt like the surrounding is giving off too much negative vibes. I dunno. Despite that, I try to be 'religious' on my exercise routine. I wanna shed off this 7 extra kilos I had gained after the practicum. That aside, I feel like laughing. HARD. They say that every story has its two sides. Like two sides of the coin. Now hear to my side of the story. I guess I pretty much couldn't care less about the criticism since as far i know of, I had bared it all. No reservation, open book that I am, despised, praised, I feel the same. Enough talking about myself. My point is, I don't get people who are reserved and suddenly blurted out things 'out of the blue'. To each his own is damn right. Yet to sound as if you're mocking someone else at the fact of their disclosure and you aren't and you take pride in it I think is just frickin twisted. You feel secure because you aren't judged because people don't see the real you. A

It occurred to me on a flash just a few while ago that learning is not about end result. Neither it is about the process. I realized that learning is all about oneself. Not about connecting to God, or connecting to others. Or at least that is what my epiphany told me of. It made me feeling quite melancholic thinking that hrmm, where does all the 'till death do us part, what are friends for" thingy kind of chants go to? It is confounding for me to witness how certain people who claim to have teacher-like qualities are the ones who actually deviate the farthest. Instead, I see a number of 'outcasted' people, branded as 'disgrace' and 'injustice' who actually fit the bill much more significantly and most importantly, HUMANELY than those who seem to be putting up the innocence persona. Today, I received the offer letter from the ELS company and was confused over the terms which state that the scholarship is for 12 months and that the amount is RM4,500 over

To me, potential is simple. It's challenging yourself over the limit you impose to yourself. Potential is triggered when you had experienced life-changing experience. To me, that happened after SPM, when I flopped badly I didn't even want to reminisce. It was from there, where I picked up the bits and pieces, of what's left of me, my pride and my dignity and from there, I started charting my life, particularly with another life-changing event that was applying to change program to Pre TESL. I didn't make it, it was heartbreaking, I failed to see the clause on loans and I served up my time in Lendu. I NEVER REGRET ANY SINGLE MINUTE BEING THERE. Because life has always been full with things that change your life in one way or another, I learnt a very important lesson of not being static and comfy with the status quo. Despite my shabby appearance, I want to say that I believe that I am highly competitive, but not to the extend of being a cutthroat. I peered at and poses qu

I'm going to talk about POTENTIAL and this post is going to be 'dedicated' to Nazri Jelani aka Nazz. I'm gonna need some time to put the bits and pieces together, though. 'Bear with me'! Ngee

A sense of revelation came to me. That I'd probably been talking more than I should be. That I'd been caring for more things than I should. That I'd been caring less for things I should be. What is this feeling? This epiphany? So I asked myself last night. It felt calm and yet quite melancholic at the same time. Is it just me? From today onwards I decide to revert into being the old me. The one that I know most of. The one that I identify with. The one that needs no identification to others. It had been tiring over the past month not so much on serious matters but on trivial things which could be avoided had I the courage and the will to put a stop to it. What is it in this life that I want to accomplish? What lacks? What is excessive? Where is the love? I need to find those answers. p/s: Tomorrow's the ESL internship interview. I've been disappointed for so many times that it matters little nowadays. I need a girdle ;p

Tadaima, burogu-chan. It's been a (month) while. For some reason, I don't really feel like blogging. And I pity those who did and suffer just because it happened that the WEBLOG which their daily lives were documented were scrutinized. VERY THE. We noticed how it went, but chose to ignore the passing of january, 2010. Hence, along came february. I was no exception. However, as much an 'ignorant' I had been, fortunately a few of my resolutions were achieved. For example, I went to Singapore with dear friends last Friday midnite till Sunday early morning and that was my very first experience of being 'oversea', or outside the border of the dearly motherland that is Malaysia. Being in Singapore, it certainly had liberated me from being too inward looking without me even realizing it. All these while, at the comfort of the nation and the status quo, we had the tendency into thinking that none feels better than at home. I beg to differ. Being in Singapore, such a sma