tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199528502024-03-14T12:35:49.682+00:00underwater bargainThis is love: To fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First let go life. Finally, to take a step without feet - Rumifaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-40945927321768672652012-05-18T15:38:00.000+01:002012-05-18T15:38:41.103+01:00it's been a long timehello there!<br />
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it seemed no matter what i promised myself or what things i'd suggest myself to do to make sure that i blog regularly, i just can't bring myself to.<br />
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it's true what i said in the previous post. that i have so many things to share and publish. somehow though, when it comes to crunch time, i just couldn't be bothered. believe it or not i even encouraged a few friends to blog! but i myself don't do it. i got a few things written down in my traditional notebook that i'm hoping of publishing. God willing i'll be able to do that soon.<br />
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updates...where should i start first? it's almost been half a year. let's start where i last post an entry.<br />
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in the previous post there was a mention that i went for a jungle trekking trip. what i never said before was the fact that my legs, specifically my knees are not strong. it goes back when i was at school when i dislocated my left knee during sports - being young and reckless, i got back to doing sports as soon as the knee healed a couple of weeks later. a few years later, after i started work, i was still doing some sports, this time a spot of coaching, and somehow during practice i dislocated the same knee. again, being young and having an extremely high pain treshold i put my knee back in place and grin and bear with it. after a few days it was gone, though this time i dare not be so reckless. fast-forward to about seven years later, somehow i got into another trouble by dislocating my right knee. this time it was so painful (it went from front to back, not left to right) and i had trouble climbing the stairs - especially troublesome if your flat is in the second (british) floor and you work in a hilly-multi-terraced area. i went back to my hometown, went to see my dad's friend - a malay martial arts guru and traditional malay physioterapist - to fix my knee. he also had a look at my other knee and said that my left knee is going to give me more trouble, and told me to be careful and take things easy. again fast-forward to the jungle trekking last year - it was not a 'taking easy' activity! and as a result, it gave me more trouble. both my knee crackle and pop whenever i walk. if i am a pirate, i would be one of those who can predict how severe a storm can be by the stinging in my knee. because of that, i decided to finally go and see an orthopedist. to cut a long story short, i now have a bi-monthly session with my orthopedist, next month would be with the ortho surgeon, and a weekly session with a physiotherapist - whom i see literally pulls and pushes my legs around like they are chicken legs ready to be marinated for a bbq in the weekend. so, i'm healing slowly and nicely, but there is still the anxiety when i'll see the specialist next time. *sigh*<br />
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other than that, there's nothing much. i went to a few more courses, but nothing as adventurous as the writing course. equally or even more fun yes, but that's down to the company i have and what the course was all about. for a while now i think i probably have burnt out work wise - so many things to do, and so little time. i am hoping that in a couple of weeks time we'll have the two week semester break and i'll get to use the time to recharge and reorganize bit of life that needed to be sorted.<br />
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in the mean time, here's some photos i found on the net to give you some sort of ideas of what the physiotherapist does - trust me, they help me a lot, so if you have any pain in your legs or back go and have them check. it will help you a lot!<br />
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</tbody></table>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-44252288815702315372011-09-19T04:44:00.002+01:002011-09-19T04:52:15.593+01:00blogging...?...!sometimes all i want to do is blog<div><br /></div><div>but most of the time i don't have the time to</div><div><br /></div><div>i have the poems, the musings, the rants that i want to publish</div><div>i have the pictures, the photo, the doodles that i want to share</div><div>craft? i like craft. i have a lot of things i can put on, but i couldn't really</div><div><br /></div><div>i have this work monster chasing after me...</div><div>i try not to procrastinate - all the time</div><div>but work monster likes to send his minions after me</div><div>when i am done with one, there's another one hovering</div><div>while another one just around the corner, waving and saying hello</div><div>and that he'll be with me in no time</div><div>it's not the time to take a holiday or relax in the weekend</div><div>because work monster said he has a lot for more for me to be done</div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-31970322012159175702011-07-25T06:17:00.007+01:002011-09-19T05:51:12.006+01:00Three Things<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyR2pLJB_uXYFSQ-GxpKRBHSiqlbC4HGWFPbjo7KsT52YAxD0zdL-4Pwjt79zrabh_XTxlBLAK5knDvWx9zSiMTzN1EkMOf9oViiIqeRWMF4y1Wgz1yA-PRos3x-HK6has1SDfw/s1600/P200711_15.19_%255B02%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyR2pLJB_uXYFSQ-GxpKRBHSiqlbC4HGWFPbjo7KsT52YAxD0zdL-4Pwjt79zrabh_XTxlBLAK5knDvWx9zSiMTzN1EkMOf9oViiIqeRWMF4y1Wgz1yA-PRos3x-HK6has1SDfw/s320/P200711_15.19_%255B02%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633155286880978194" border="0" /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >(look at the teeny-tiny soaring eagle and the sea-spray the boat made - click on the picture to enlarge it)</span></i><br /></div><br />In order to make me write more often I'm going to start posting three things that I like or make me happy every..............fortnight. I'm inspired by <a href="http://http//cupcakesandcashmere.com/">Emily</a>, where she would post about five things every week. However compared to her, I think mine is less exciting and I don't have much going on every day.<br /><br />Anyway, I went for a creative writing course last week by the organisation I work with. It was held on an island in the north of the country and one day of the course we went on a jungle trekking trip - for inspiration and such. It was a three hour trek (climbing four hills!) but the way back was with a boat, which was hugely welcomed by everyone...I didn't take any photos during the trek, I forgot...I think I was busy trying to breathe and walk. I'll try to ask from my friends.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwme-UBcxyAKDXzA8NdwXC-qqEohX-w_quPszyuaWjmKasNPFEoPN4dP8KyS_S-IbdCEecluclQ-ehwPKrsgmQ54p8-CdOk1-8Z3W0AtdC9ny4FExtV5KpGa-92ZPR9T1ETxdcEQ/s1600/P230711_15.30.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwme-UBcxyAKDXzA8NdwXC-qqEohX-w_quPszyuaWjmKasNPFEoPN4dP8KyS_S-IbdCEecluclQ-ehwPKrsgmQ54p8-CdOk1-8Z3W0AtdC9ny4FExtV5KpGa-92ZPR9T1ETxdcEQ/s320/P230711_15.30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633159859812932994" border="0" /></a><i>(books bought at a bargain bookshop at more than half off)</i><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpt5wOcVImw2iJHyp4LYlWn7BamZO9Gu7tZ2QDsdAuwDc_XEv12rhMiAI71Q8xwZoFvITMNXzeZwzrNSwd4V2bvGeB84fj9JfmSbRKnekSfv2HP6iq0AnmN2C5215pEDxQSCRSg/s1600/P220711_08.42.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpt5wOcVImw2iJHyp4LYlWn7BamZO9Gu7tZ2QDsdAuwDc_XEv12rhMiAI71Q8xwZoFvITMNXzeZwzrNSwd4V2bvGeB84fj9JfmSbRKnekSfv2HP6iq0AnmN2C5215pEDxQSCRSg/s1600/P220711_08.42.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpt5wOcVImw2iJHyp4LYlWn7BamZO9Gu7tZ2QDsdAuwDc_XEv12rhMiAI71Q8xwZoFvITMNXzeZwzrNSwd4V2bvGeB84fj9JfmSbRKnekSfv2HP6iq0AnmN2C5215pEDxQSCRSg/s320/P220711_08.42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633159864060639410" border="0" /></a><i>(the light reflection from the glass and water that distracted me in class)</i><br /></div><br />hopefully I'll get to have more postings like this...definitely every fortnight, once a week if I have anything interesting....i'll try not to make it once a month (or two...). fingers crossed!faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-9271525937644645752011-06-06T04:45:00.002+01:002011-06-06T04:51:19.608+01:00something to think abouta sonnet by elizabeth browning...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sonnet 14 from </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Sonnents from the Portuguese</span><br /><br /><p>If thou must love me, let it be for nought<br />Except for love’s sake only. Do not say<br />“I love her for her smile—her look—her way<br />Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought</p> <p>That falls in well with mine, and certes brought<br />A sense of pleasant ease on such a day”—<br />For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may<br />Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,</p> <p>May be unwrought so. Neither love me for<br />Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry,—<br />A creature might forget to weep, who bore</p> <p>Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!<br />But love me for love’s sake, that evermore<br />Thou may’st love on, through love’s eternity.</p><p><br /></p><p>...makes you think about thing don't you think?<br /></p>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-47476998051760725302011-04-22T17:32:00.004+01:002011-04-22T17:41:03.870+01:00writing again?i love haiku. i think it's the only type of poem/literary writing that i can tolerate to write. especially as it takes little time. this is my latest fare (after a long hiatus).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbgZMIt8QuPz_fJvY6NYQJ-EwPPpirvv8hyyKQhX5_JQM7dN7UxH1S1jJt7Z8Zv4F-CcjvkuN7xgtvZrYMSRnYqYlwMhEldTl6CW3fU3qSUv01vhh3C83MR9DBnBTA8M-wNyQqw/s1600/sunny+day+haiku.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbgZMIt8QuPz_fJvY6NYQJ-EwPPpirvv8hyyKQhX5_JQM7dN7UxH1S1jJt7Z8Zv4F-CcjvkuN7xgtvZrYMSRnYqYlwMhEldTl6CW3fU3qSUv01vhh3C83MR9DBnBTA8M-wNyQqw/s400/sunny+day+haiku.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598447748585598930" border="0" /></a><br />originally i want to put this in another blog that i have (gasp!) together with some closest and oldest friends. but i didn't like the way it turn up in the blog. a bit smallish and i didn't really like the colour of the font there, so i ended just publishing the haiku there, and put this here.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-88880677020569356372011-03-16T13:00:00.003+00:002011-04-22T17:45:25.939+01:00i sometimes drink lattei found this quiz <a href="http://blogthings.com/">here</a> and so i thought i'll take it, because i'm not much of a latte drinker - straight up black coffee person, though sometimes my taste bud asks for coffee with milk - especially on a rainy day. and this is what the result say:<br /><br /><h3>Your Latte Says You are Sometimes Playful, Sometimes Serious</h3> You don't treat yourself very often. You find that indulging doesn't jibe with your very disciplined life. [Not sure about this one...everybody like to treat themselves]<br /><br />You can be quite silly at times, but you know when to buckle down and be serious. [Really?]<br /><br />You have a good deal of energy, but you pace yourself. You never burn out too fast. [wrong, i'm LAZY!]<br /><br />You're addicted to caffeine. There's no denying it. [Yup, tea being my number one addiction]<br /><br />You are responsible, mature, and truly an adult. You're occasionally playful, but you find it hard to be carefree. [Hahahahahahahahahahahaaha!!!]<br /><br />You are dramatic and intense, but you are never moody.[I"M ALWAYS MOODY!]faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-66398926052581226542010-10-06T13:56:00.003+01:002011-04-22T17:47:06.804+01:00resetright. where to start?<br /><br />a lot of things happened in two years.<br /><br />i've managed to get the transfer and posting that i wanted. i was happy. that is until the end of last year.<br /><br />a few major things happened towards the end of last year. i was in a bit of a limbo. my new colleagues were in limbo too. personally everybody was in chaos. mine included.<br /><br />the avalanche of events was a bother, but solutions eventually reared their heads. like it or not options were not given. it was do or die.<br /><br />but there were good things too! it's not all bad. but when good things comes after bad things you tend to rethink things. you ponder more.<br /><br />what happened at the end of 2009? well, the retaining wall that erm, retained the hill at the back of the school collapsed. how and why did it happened? a lot of contributing factors. one: the quality of the wall was not that great to begin with, it was good...but they didn't think of out side factors. what are the out side factors? that's number two and three. two: it was the monsoon season and the place is the third or fourth place in the country to receive the highest amount or rain. three: a couple of days before that there was a slight earthquake tremor 15km away from the school. malaysia is not an earthquake stricken country in the first place, but if sumatra is hit, the west coast peninsular would sometimes feels the aftermath....so all three factors put together and what would you get? a collapsed wall.<br /><br />we were told to move out within two weeks, which is ridiculous at that time of the year, and also 35 people looking for houses at the same time with a two weeks deadline?...fill in the blanks for your appropriate answers please...in the end i ended up living dangerously illegally with two other people/families for a month and a half while we found our own houses.<br /><br />and after we have found and settled in our houses, guess what. they decided that the whole school would be transferred to another new school 280km away, while they have a proper look at the current school. as it was still the monsoon season at the time, the rain was still falling and there was soil movement. and they cannot determined whether it was due to geological land movements or because the rain was moving the soil at the top of the fallen pile.<br /><br />so, off we go after about a month preparation. that's why all of us had to reset everything.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-76678491579577292832009-09-07T06:36:00.002+01:002011-04-22T17:50:41.949+01:00an on going hiatusbeen feeling kinda weird lately...not knowing what to feel (or even how?...). what happened in the past year will be (wishfull thinking!) relayed - i know how, but i'm not sure when and in what order.<br /><br />anyway, here's one of Rumi's poem for all. the one thing that has been easing the way i feel.<br /><br /><br />the Beloved<br /><br />When the rose is gone and the garden faded<br />you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.<br />The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.<br />The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.<br />If love withholds its strengthening care,<br />the lover is left like a bird without care,<br />the lover is left like a bird without wings.<br />How will i be awake and aware,<br />if the light of the Beloved is absent?<br />Love wills that this Word be brought forth.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-61302003342216299222008-09-08T07:37:00.008+01:002011-04-22T17:52:01.996+01:00kenapakah?apa <em>significant</em>-nya air dalam hidup kau?<br /><br />?<br /><br />kenapa "underwater bargain" pulak dijadikan tajuk utama blog kau? kenapa pulak periuk retak dijadikan balang ikan kau? tak adakah benda lain yang boleh kau guna untuk dijadikan konsep medium luahan rasa kau?<br /><br />"ntah. tak ada apa pun. <em>it sounds right at the time</em>" jawab aku balik.<br /><br />mustahil. tak ada yang 'semata-mata' dalam dunia ni. setiap sesuatu ada asasnya. tak kira betapa kecil. ada makna disebalik semua pilihan kita. huraikan pilihan kau.<br /><br />hampeh! sibuk jugak dia ni. lama aku pikir...dengan harapan sahabat aku seorang ini bosan dan berlalu pergi. tak jugak. lama dia mengadap aku, menunggu jawapan aku. aku pandang balik dia. kena jugak lah berikan penerangan nampak gayanya.<br /><br />waktu aku buat blog ni, aku kat rumah kat kampung. cuti hujung tahun. kau tahulah hujung tahun di pantai timur macam mana. musim hujan monsun. waktu aku mengadap komputer terpinga-pinga cari nama, telefon di rumah berdering. sahabat baik ayah aku. 'tempah' rumah untuk ditumpang kalau rumah dia banjir tahun ni. mak-ayah aku tadi pun tengok berita di televisyen untuk tahu status banjir satu Malaysia. walaupun jam pukul tiga petang, langit waktu itu gelap macam baru lepas maghrib. itu je.<br /><br />lagi?<br /><br />apa lagi?<br /><br />macam aku cakap, semua pilihan dalam dunia ni ada sebab dan makna nya. <em>what's yours?</em><br /><br />kalau aku fikirkan balik, seumur hidup aku, aku hidup dekat dengan air. waktu kecil, ayah aku bertugas di sibu, belakang rumah ada paya. kadang-kala aku dihantar ke rumah mak angkat mak di kampung air di sibu. di situ, sebaik 'dapat' kaki aku ikut budak-budak kampung main di dan mandi sungai. mak dan ayah aku memang pandai berenang. mak di sungai di langat, ayah di lombong di batu gajah, jadi secara semulajadinya aku memang dibawa berenang bersama-sama, cuma bezanya di sibu, mak dan ayah berenang di kolam renang. kemuadian ayah balik ke kuala lumpur, setiap hujung minggu mesti balik ke rumah nenek di langat, pangsun memang destinasi utama, kalau habis malas pun, jalan dalam 0.5km belakang rumah nenek dah jumpa sungai dan kolam air panas. tak lama selepas itu, ayah ditukarkan ke tawau, sabah. dia ibaratkan tawau seperti san francisco di amerika syarikat. kalau tengok gambar-gambar ayah dan di internet, ada sedikit betulnya. berbukit dan mengadap laut. selepas tawau ayah bertukar ke melaka pula. kalau nak diikutkan, sejarah aku dan kegiatan air aku sebenar-benarnya bermula di sini agaknya. rumah memang mengadap ke laut, turn sikit bukit depan rumah tu dah boleh berkelah. tak jauh dari rumah ada kelab aktiviti pegawai, antaranya kolam renang. bila ayah aku balik dari kerja, aku dan dia berjalan ke kelab itu, dia bermain tenis, aku berenang. mak aku, disebabkan sikap ramah-tamahnya berjaya mendapat maklumat mengenai kelas renang di kelab itu. walaupun kumpulan sasarannya lebih kepada orang dewasa, tetapi aku dimasukkan juga. "belajar renang cara betul, bukan gaya budak kampung berenang lombong dan sungai" kata mak aku. setahun di melaka ayah ditukarkan lagi. kali ini ke sungai petani pula. di sini laut ada, sungai pun ada. di hujung minggu, kalau ada kelapangan kami sekeluarga akan ke pulau pinang, paling tidak pantai merdeka berdekatan pekan, mandi laut. tetapi, dah memang tertulis aku akan berenang di kolam setiap hari, rumah dan kelab pegawai di situ seberang jalan sahaja. jangankan setiap hari, kalau di hujung minggu pagi dan petang aku ke situ. sampai semua pun tahu, anak <em>dq</em> kalau ibunya tak jumpa hanya perlu cari di kolam renang. lepas kena marah pun lari ke kolam tu. hantu air, gelaran yang mak aku sendiri berikan. setelah empat tahun, ayah berpindah ke kuantan. rumah dan sekolah berdekatan dengan teluk chempedak. balik dari sekolah petang, kami sekeluarga ke sana bermandi manda. di hujung minggu, aku dan budak sebelah rumah akan berbasikal ke kelab rekreasi di situ, untuk main-main main skuasy dan kemudian berenang di kolam. sampai aku habis sekolah. bila aku melanjutkan pelajaran pun, pekan tempat tinggal aku berdekatan dengan laut. tempat kerja pun dapat dengar deru ombak lautan atlantik. bila ada kelapangan aku dan kawan-kawan akan ke kolam renang, bereakreasi dan jamu mata, haha!<br /><br />lawak selingan tak jadi pula. serius sahaja mendengar. apa yang difikirkan?<br /><br />lagi?<br /><br />lagi?...lagi, tempat kita ni sekarang. hampir sebaik tamat pengajian aku dihantarkan ke sini. negeri asal ayah. negeri yang ditinggalkan sejak sekian lama setelah keluarganya sendiri bermigrasi tinggalkan untuk negeri lain. negeri lain yang ayah kemudian tinggalkan untuk penempatan keluarga dia sendiri, demi untuk kehidupan yang lebih tenang dan mudah. kampung kami sekeluarga sekarang. sekeliling tempat kerja kita apa?<br /><br />tasik dan sungai.<br /><br />tak ke air tu? itulah sebabnya aku kata, seumur hidup aku, aku tinggal berdekatan dengan air. dan walau tak selalu, disebabkan oleh jarak, aku masih lagi berenang di kolam. aku rasa, kalau aku habis tensi, kalau pergi berenang memang hilang serabut otak aku. tenang yang aku dapat dalam keletihan melawan air tu, entah macam mana dapat membuat aku berfikir dengan jelas. sejelas air dalam kolam itu. dari segi kerohanian pun, air memang banyak membantu. air sembahyang yang membawa kepada solah yang menenangkan. manusia kandungan badannya 70-peratus air, kita boleh hidup tanpa makan sepuluh hari, tapi akan mati jika tidak minum selama empat hari. ritual mandi pagi yang mengejut semua saraf yang ada untuk berfungsi pagi, bahkan jika kita letih, kesegaran badan dan minda dapat dipulihkan selepas mandi. segala-galanya dalam hidup kita air. air, antara kurniaan tuhan yang paling mudah dalam dunia ini. aku pun ntah kenapa, jika hujan lebat tu, tenang sangat aku rasa. selain dari deru air yang turun, aku rasa benda-benda lain dalam dunia ni seolah terhenti. dan aku suka saat itu.<br /><br />termangu.<br /><br />berjaya. jangan tanya lagi.<br /><br />kau macam ada <em>death wish</em> nak mati dalam air. lagi, <em>what's the deal with the crackpot and the bargain?</em><br /><br /><em>damn!</em> ingatkan dah lepas tadi.<br /><br />gila apa?! siapa yang nak mati lemas dalam dunia ni? malah, kalau tengok seksa mati, mati lemas lah yang paling seksa.<br /><br />gelak pulak. seronok berjaya buat aku gabra agaknya. atau dia memang betul gila.<br /><br />kau tak habis lagi...<br /><br />kalau aku tak cakap engkau tak akan lepaskan benda ni kan? alamat tu, macam aku cakap tadi, <em>it sounds good at the time</em>. tapi kalau ikut teori kau, bila difikirkan balik mungkin ada betulnya. kadang-kadang aku ibaratkan hidup ini macam dalam balang ikan. kecil dan terhad denga apa yang ada. cuma beberapa orang sahaja yang berani atau diberi peluang untuk lompat keluar dari balang kita itu, lain daripada beberapa yang terpilih itu, <em>they just go with the flow</em>. setengah orang kata kehidupan macam itu sempurna, tak perlu fikir panjang. pada aku, berapa banyak balang baru yang aku dapat, tetap tak sempurna. mesti ada rekahan di mana-mana. atas kita untuk cari dan baiki. atas kita untuk mengatasi masalah sebelum air dalam balang surut dan kering. atas kita juga untuk cari balang baru dan lompat keluar dari balang kita yang rekah itu. kenapa periuk? pasal kadang-kadang dalam pencarian kita itu, kita tak jumpa terus balang kaca lutsinar. kadang-kadang termasuk dalam periuk, bekas plastik, mangkuk ayan...atas kita juga lah to <em>make the best of the situation</em> walaupun kita tak berapa suka. bargain...apa boleh aku cakap tentang tawar-menawar ini? kau pun tau dalam hidup kena ada selalu tolak-ansur dan tawar-menawar, persoalannya. kau nak atau tidak? kalau tidak, kau diam dengan pendirian kau, tak kisah macam mana orang minta. kalau kau setuju, sekali lagi, atau kau untuk meminta atau menawar. meminta dan menawar itu pun dasarnya atas kau juga, banyak atau sikit. kalau kau seorang yang teruk, kau akan setuju tapi tak menawarkan apa-apa pun.<br /><br />senyap.<br /><br />puas hati?<br /><br />betul kata orang.<br /><br />apa dia?<br /><br />kau memang boleh berfikir terlalu banyak dan <em>over-analyse</em> semua perkara dalam dunia ni.<br /><br />kalau kena gayanya memang boleh. kalau kena gayanya memang kita perlu, pada pendapat aku. kalau kena gayanya memang aku hempuk kepala kau dengan meja ni.<br /><br /><p>cuak</p><p>aku senyap puas pantulkan rasa cuak pada dia, tapi dalam hati: siouts arr...</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244186223192470178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3yPbzuzRp9OUneeteDPBFxgaVKEMs4nq40wQZ3DghOJHMefRRGeuvBKpyGEpBofNcZCetoGi-X2O6dEuaOw_Jm7e_SnF7G7Gs12HQSBEUuv23qV4B-xdIw7J43XUlgl9BvSFzQ/s320/42-16667473.jpg" border="0" /></p>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-59248817365963366232008-07-16T08:08:00.003+01:002011-04-22T17:52:32.178+01:00forgive me for i have sinned...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9W0PuCHKDP7C6EVRqeVxku2UQ-yotZ1R15zFj1QCviUrtsi4Q1MvfT3jIDj-lNJMvIiFkRFX-fSdvn-_IC-m9FqiqPQQfEZWdlFrinBJ8m2KshBNyjyIk_DS8vEr2Etkf-aqdA/s1600-h/42-17792724.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223509117958116050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9W0PuCHKDP7C6EVRqeVxku2UQ-yotZ1R15zFj1QCviUrtsi4Q1MvfT3jIDj-lNJMvIiFkRFX-fSdvn-_IC-m9FqiqPQQfEZWdlFrinBJ8m2KshBNyjyIk_DS8vEr2Etkf-aqdA/s320/42-17792724.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>it has been 5 months and 22 days since my last entry.</div><br /><div>not for the lack of anything to say, but for the lack of commitment mostly...time being the essence bacuse i have too much things to do at the same time, too many ideas to put forward (and never brought to materialised), that whatever little time i got left i used it all up for rest and sleep...mostly sleep, because (i think at least) i lack it.</div><br /><div></div><div>i also promised myself that i'd never put in anything negative and vicious in, but anything i ever wanted to say (read: vent), is always negative. i hate this, i'm annoyed at that, i think it's unfair this, that person is crap, etc etc...it's never "i heart this and that so much that..."; i mean i'd like to have the opportunity to do so, but then again, happiness doesn't always make you want to rant about anything now would it?</div></div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-74504298312863003312008-01-24T01:15:00.000+00:002008-01-24T02:44:22.342+00:00a state of mindsit's almost the end of january and this is where i got to?<br /><br />from the first day of work everybody have been stumped. stumped that the new principal is SO NICE! stumped that the 2nd vice-principal has got it so much in his head that he can do anything. stumped that the new cafe operator cant cook but can charge a lot of money. stumped that we got a new directives from the 'hq', effective the first day of the year but apparently it was not thought out properly and now everybody is protesting at the difficulties it'll face due to logistics and stuff. so today all the principals are going to meeting to protest/solve the stupidity of it. go figure.<br /><br />things are looking up though, mainly due to the fact that the new principal is so nice. people are getting a little spirited in doing their work. maybe because of the fact that the principal is so nice. hoho!<br /><br />other than that we're basically left to our own devices. remember the mutiny that i wrote about in the last entry? it's on...not full-fledge yet but it's on. mainly due to the fact that she's so afraid of everybody (who's giving her the almost-hardtime-but-not-really treatment) and also because she knows that she's wrong and dont really know that much in order to become the head of unit, that she avoids us at all costs and approach with caution (and fear!) when directing (read asking politely) some tasks...hohoho! the unit is divided that way, our unit with everybody in it, and her unit - on her own. like i said, our department are the merriest lot, but we're the ones with issues.<br /><br />i need to get out of here...i'm getting more and more negative about lifefaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-13728027512324682662007-12-29T06:31:00.000+00:002007-12-29T07:08:48.885+00:00it's the end as we know it!the holiday i mean...and the year 2007.<br /><br />the month long hol had been pretty uneventful, on account of me not doing anything. mainly due to me being a lazy biatch, not having the extra mullah to consider 'disposable income' and me being the usual angry with the world type person. but mainly because i'm a lazy biatch. cant blame me for being lazy and deciding that i want this month-long-holiday to be just that, a holiday from the rest of the normal working routine. because i'm going back to it again the second day into the new year.<br /><br />no resolution whatsoever. except the usual make/save more money. i'm really going to work on it, as the 2007 year life programme had been the total opposite from the original idea...oh, and to eat healthier..i mean no amount of swimming will make it if i keep going back to munching cheese from the fridge as soon as i get out...and probably become less meaner...fudge! looks like a resolution to me...ah well...<br /><br />that's it i guess. this is probably going to be the last entry for 2007, unless of course i get struck by the blogging bug again before the year ends. will definitely spending the new year's day in the car on the eight hour journey back to where i work (dreading it already...)<br /><br />right. i'm going back to crawl under the blanket. happy new year people!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhpnZ_1fSfaJThFx_ZN_AbGy40kzebdEhiSY0_13N_6rTtN7NdqCjR26vOrJeY2BWCGEg2vDtPMI1J4GAd-daGK-xhuEmbj6hGjqHuZ2rWWWvND3u88PZ1Teg2CIRgLrM7XE8wA/s1600-h/42-19124405.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhpnZ_1fSfaJThFx_ZN_AbGy40kzebdEhiSY0_13N_6rTtN7NdqCjR26vOrJeY2BWCGEg2vDtPMI1J4GAd-daGK-xhuEmbj6hGjqHuZ2rWWWvND3u88PZ1Teg2CIRgLrM7XE8wA/s320/42-19124405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149286697055498130" border="0" /></a>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-31606252655149204562007-11-13T04:00:00.000+00:002007-11-13T04:34:01.076+00:00what can cause a mutiny<div align="justify">Now is the time when most people will start to discuss about their unit plans for next year's session.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Our unit however, is talking about a mutiny. Being the deviants that we are in school, we thought of going the whole nine yards to fit into our given stereotypes by taking the "wait and see" demeanour. What am I talking about? Well, in our unit we have this one lady who is the wife of our gud-fer-nuthing head of department. To say that she is the same or worse, I dont know, she likes to pass on her work to that hubby of hers. Because of one major thing that he did, and she had to consent to - it's like he owe her. Serves him right? Kinda. But we think she is really stretching it. Both of them are power mad and glory crazy. She's going to be our head of unit next year. By her own appointment. We didn't have any meeting like other units and department, NO, it's decided between herself and the husband. She didnt dare to tell us however, she told the younger ones...she's afraid...And she has every rights to be...<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">...because we are going to be hell for her next year.</div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-25627366358657259032007-10-24T05:19:00.000+01:002011-04-22T17:47:54.053+01:00i found thiswhilst last minute raya shopping.<br /><br />apart from the normal grocery list my mom gave me in preparation for the hoards of guests during hari raya open house are stuff to keep the bathroom/toilet clean and fresh. and among the things on the shelf, (kudos to abbot for noticing this) is this:<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124754911311574642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0x58t-HjoDX_R1sjUwYOysBR2V6ij0QtgLoUqlfmvNYYd_zmflWjykb0mR0i0qs89FstZ3cYZ6aqxdY9QPT0CxugVLWnnD0Bi692WwofChm6sQgyWE-bKI4v7B67BOmOpSd9Gng/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /><br />there so many things that i want to say about this at so many level, but i think i'll let it pass (no pun intented), coz i think, once i start it'll never stop (again, no pun intended...but i just cant keep away). PASSING MOTION! i'll never debate again! </p><p> </p><p>dont worry, i didnt buy it. it's not (thank God!) on the list.</p>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-7360188889646849662007-09-14T08:48:00.001+01:002007-10-29T04:53:09.298+00:00people just wont change.<br /><br /><div align="justify">so, a few weeks ago i had a new housemate. i got along with her just fine - though it's quite difficult to keep quiet coz she likes to talk (funny, she doesnt look like a talker at work). but this is not about her.<br /><br />i have this colleague, who when we just started work became one of my close friends. the had a fall-out because she thinks i am not a good friend because i dont want to hang with her all the time. the fact that i like to be friends with a lot of people is an annoyance to her. she wants me to just hang with her, and not anyone else (yeah! creepy!) but at least she's the one who decided to end it, apparently hoping that i'd be miserable...which i didnt, coz i get to hang with other people.<br /><br />so anyway, after a few years she got married. i was hoping that she'd change coz by now she had basically pissed and alienated almost three quater of the female workstaff here. why i say this? well, i got a friend who has a theory saying that single girls are pissed with the world until she got married and got some...then, they'll change and mellow out. is the theory proven? no, this lady manage to prove my friend wrong! then she got pregnant, but to some people she didnt admit it. later, you know what, maybe it's karma, maybe it's god's will saying 'since you're saying that you're not pregnant eventhough you are, then i'm going to take it back', she had a miscarriage. i know it's a bad thing, but some people here said that she had it coming. me? i didnt have any feelings towards her, yes, even sympathy. when she came back she changed. she smiled to everyone, talked to everyone and became friendly to everybody. and everybody is happy to be friends with her, hoping that she'd changed for good...and also because people here have grown-up a bit<br /><br />then a couple of days ago my new housemate and i chatted during dinner and we were talking about the girl who used to be my housemate but moved out because she wants to live on her own. and my new housemate told me that this friend -who had changed fore the better? - told her to be careful with me as i am very er, vicious...and apparently i once got rabid and threw a broom at the girl - i think i got angry, i think i was actually seething but somehow i wasn't surprise it coming from her.<br /><br />the next day i got some of the gangs together and ask if the former housemate had told them if i really had thrown a broom at her, just in case i have a selective memory or that i've became rabid and INSANE and threw a broom at someone. but they say they didnt know anything, i even ask a close friend of the girl if she told them, because to me, if anybody threw a broom at me,...it's a pretty big deal, i'm surprised if that person is still alive after that! - but then, that's just me. the close friend said NO. so i went to see the girl herself and ask, SHOCK HORROR! she said the incident never happen, and she is surprise and wondered why i even ask, and what happen - again just in case i got crazy. tempted though i was to tell her, i somehow still have the common sense (or not) to resist it.<br /><br />some people will never change, they just get to a new level of low.</div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-19224486350828353612007-09-11T04:35:00.000+01:002011-04-22T17:50:41.950+01:00thrown out the windowis the resolution i made earlier this year to have a more often blog entries. in a way compared to last i year at least i have almost once a month entries, but then again i should be a bit more of an enthusiastic blogger...<br /><br />the thing is i thought i was going to have less responsibilities this year, but it's exactly the opposite because though am not given 'formal' responsibilities i ended up being the one to have to do everything as the others (so-called) dont understand how to<br /><br />i also noticed that this blog has become a whine-fest. <br /><br />which i didnt aim it to be<br /><br /><br /><br />i better shut up now.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-89069750533719765652007-09-06T06:43:00.000+01:002007-09-06T07:08:02.317+01:00an unending pile of<div><br /><br />marking. yesterday the students finished their trial exam papers. i just finished their pre-trial papers a few days before...in between i utilised my time marking their homeworks. my workstation looks like a fort. oh the joy of being a working adult! can't wait for the holidays in er, three months time. in the mean time...</div><div> <br><br> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106968221991046242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvEqFmrdPtjyLpyjvnqbVFK2JOab0a-ClqjFGsSgb8VS5Wz_aJQnZWNPWAx_mqOrvpWdlx-fPhDwrbKusrwPFjcwaaD7CM7Amvf3ewjbANtqDa68f9XP6uMSbm9GTTYgtkes4Sw/s320/42-17987146.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-35723907166783210692007-08-14T07:20:00.000+01:002011-04-22T17:47:54.054+01:00clever lady!<div align="justify">this is one of the funniest thing i got sent to:<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">A little old lady went into the Bank of Canada one day, carrying a bag of money. She insisted that she must speak with the president of the bank to open a savings account because, "It's a lot of money!" After much hemming and hawing, the bank staff finally ushered her into the president's office. <br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The bank president then asked her how much she would like to deposit. She replied, "$165,000!" and dumped the cash out of her bag onto his desk. The president was, of course, curious as to how she came by all this cash, so he asked her, "Ma'am, I'm surprised you're carrying so much cash around. Where did you get this money?" The old lady replied, "I make bets." <br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The president then asked, "Bets? What kind of bets?" The old woman said, "Well, for example, I'll bet you $25,000 that your balls are square." "Ha!" laughed the president, "That's a stupid bet. You can never win that kind of bet!" The old lady challenged, "So, would you like to take my bet?" "Sure," said the president, "I'll bet $25,000 that my balls are not square!" The little old lady then said, "Okay, but since there is a lot of money involved, may I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow at 10:00 am as a witness?" "Sure!" replied the confident president. <br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">That night, the president got very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of a mirror checking his balls, turning from side to side, again and again. He thoroughly checked them out until he was sure that there was absolutely no way his balls were square and that he would win the bet. <br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The next morning, at precisely 10 am, the little old lady appeared with her lawyer at the president's office. She introduced the lawyer to the president and repeated the bet: "$25,000 says the president's balls are square!" The president agreed with the bet again and the old lady asked him to drop his pants so they could all see. The president complied. The little old lady peered closely at his balls and then asked if she could feel them. "Well, Okay," said the president,"$25,000 is a lot of money, so I guess you should be absolutely sure."<br /> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Just then, he noticed that the lawyer was quietly banging his head against the wall. The president asked the old lady, "What the hell's the matter with your lawyer?" She replied, "Nothing, except I bet him $50,000 that at 10 am today, I'd have the president of the Bank of Canada's balls in my hand." <br /></div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-88473790858592164072007-07-07T04:53:00.002+01:002011-04-22T17:50:41.950+01:00jumping in the bandwagon<a href="http://cachens.corbis.com/CorbisImage/170/16/98/81/16988147/42-16988147.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cachens.corbis.com/CorbisImage/170/16/98/81/16988147/42-16988147.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://uk.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0oGkuahG49GdMoAXkJWBQx./SIG=15abb2mal/EXP=1183870241/**http%3A//www.papermart.com/Photos/jpg_giftwrap/shamrock/M706n_small/Gift%2520Wrap%2520Patterns%2520PARTY%2520CELEBRATION%2520BALLOON%2520CELEBRATION.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://uk.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0oGkuahG49GdMoAXkJWBQx./SIG=15abb2mal/EXP=1183870241/**http%3A//www.papermart.com/Photos/jpg_giftwrap/shamrock/M706n_small/Gift%2520Wrap%2520Patterns%2520PARTY%2520CELEBRATION%2520BALLOON%2520CELEBRATION.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">just so i get to have a post on this date, haha! (i know, i used this opening before - shows you how often i blog)<br /><br />people are extremely hyped about this date, most citing the "once in a lifetime" event. eh, to the immortals they'll be to experience it again in 7th july 3007, so to the ones i talked to say that it's no big deal...unless of course another immortal hunt them down and cut their heads off, then...but that'a another story.<br /><br />back to the original piece...people are excited with this date because they they like the number 070707...so people are rushing to get married, giving birth and other stuff on this date. apparently it's an auspicious date...with the chinese saying that seven means success (i think, correct me if i'm wrong). apparently the registry offices are packed with people registering something. question: do people rush to get divorce or die on the same date? then they can also tell people that they had something going-on on the same date.<br /><br />tell you what...i like 20th july better...coz it'll be 20072007.</div></div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-71338872682503806412007-06-29T09:43:00.000+01:002007-07-02T03:18:19.221+01:00deja vu<div align="justify">this is going to be a very absurd post.<br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">all the departments sans the administrative and the support staff are placed in one large-ish room. two days ago the science dept decided to rearrage their tables around so that separated units will be able to be err, united. this trigger the restlessness in the foreign language unit to do the same because, well...they (read:we) have issues and they are a messy lot. they are also hoarders of not-going-to-use-but-can-be-useful-someday antiquities. so the head of the unit started barking (while lounging) his ideas around, and all the while saying "eh, cepat la...buat la oi", still at his table looking around drinking tea. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">this morning, he and the ogre decided to move things around because the ogre is afraid of the little aunty from social science who likes to park her butt and work at his work station. also because our little corner is kinda empty when the macho man of science had to sit with his department. new sitting arrangements were made. my glass cabinet is finally a foot away. it's a bit baddy-in-the-corner-of-buildingy, but i'm kinda happy. (no fire escape in case of fire for me though) little that we know that a storm was brewing...</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>9 a.m.</strong> chaos erupt. people dont want to sit with another person coz they are messy, dont get along with each other, has fake friendship (you name it, they have it) - this is not from the foreign language dept though, it's from the original people who started moving around. then, bean pole of the foreign language came in, and he decided that it's not fair that they holed him up, turned his workstation into a cubicle, and because he doesnt like his view of a concrete wall.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong>9.30 a.m.</strong> people came to comment on the new order. for example, not people friendly "ey, very unfriendly laa...why you all do like that?" and "don wan to make friends ah?" to bean-pole and i. so i said, "not our arrangement, people put their cabinets in our area, view so ugly so we have to rearrange around them cabinets. plus, it's ol'man jenkin's idea" they said, "you trying to say it's our fault ke?" "no la, dunno who's cabinets those are. leaving around sepah-sepah like that. over kawasan some more", "err,..actually nye kan, that's ours la...tak larat nak move around, so we leave just like that. marah ke?" "i tak marah, ol'man jenkin marah"...then they left. didn't offer to say when they are going to take those cabinets.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong>11.30 a.m.</strong> high octane banter between cavemen. i get cornered at my cubicly-workstation. get to see cavemen at work at giving ideas and moving heavy things about. finally understand what they meant by how monkeys determine their alpha male. cant say anything, am the only female in this corner of the world...and was told to stay away cause the men are doing the work.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>11.55 a.m.</strong> new arrangements. yeay! everybody is happy. wait...i think i've seen this arrangement before. where's my cabinet? bugger, it's five feet away!</div><div align="justify"></div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-23433885266364364322007-06-27T05:20:00.000+01:002011-04-22T17:47:54.054+01:00randomnessWhen I am with you, we stay up all night.<br />When you are not here, I can't go to sleep.<br />Praise God for those two insomnias!<br />And the difference between them.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-57110042766722725112007-04-16T06:28:00.000+01:002011-04-22T17:52:01.997+01:00questioncan you be too much of a perfectionist and control freak that you would not start work without all the proper requirements and thinga-majig thus resulting in the work not being done at all?...thus obviously beats the purpose of you being the perfectionist and a control freak in the first place...wouldn't it?...<br /><br />huh?faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-52456635975838081052007-03-19T09:34:00.000+00:002007-06-29T10:27:04.681+01:00of friends and ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlRV27dUtOcFaysu7RZz7VzNsdQatgVrbbfULcpIqJvEazhMqqM_pakAgwoHWuRrTn5qGBTsVeP5lsJiYl7JZJN528Mf9KnjRYOp44RA2swpIFsx1GPX9Loa4H7oEfsn4ugbtcw/s1600-h/musei+vaticani+vatica+city.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049483527080359730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlRV27dUtOcFaysu7RZz7VzNsdQatgVrbbfULcpIqJvEazhMqqM_pakAgwoHWuRrTn5qGBTsVeP5lsJiYl7JZJN528Mf9KnjRYOp44RA2swpIFsx1GPX9Loa4H7oEfsn4ugbtcw/s320/musei+vaticani+vatica+city.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div>i found out a couple of days ago that a close friend here is getting transfered. she only applied for it a couple weeks back after she found out the supposed person for the job didn't turn up. she swooped in, and she got what she wants...i am happy for her, tho cant help but feel a little "mweh...", cant actually describe it, but hey, i guess you know.</div><br /><div></div><div>two major events happen these past weeks. i get to hang with some friends,...and get to meet with some old-old friends as well. both things were great! we didnt have a proper hang session, but the bits of time when we're able to brings back memories. some people change , but it seems not much, apparently. heard stuff about them, that happened to them, things that they're going to do, places they're going...it gave me an avenue to ponder...it's been a while, a lot of things had happen, been achieved...people change but not much...most things that i saw, is that as we get older, we get more focussed...priorities are set...those are the biggest changes, but deep down, we are very much the same we were when we were still trying to look 'cool'...if before you're chasing your dream in becoming a rockstar, then you might still chasing it, OR you already are a rock star and is living the life, and focusing so that you still are and will still be years and years to come...</div><br /><div></div><div><strong>the new light of life</strong></div><div></div><br /><div>some people are saying that i'm happy where i am, that i'm contented, that's why i'm not going anywhere...when in fact, i'm dying to get out. it's not like i've never said it to anyone before, in fact the whole place knows!!! think that i'm going to say it at any chance i get everyday. anyhoo, the reason i'm saying this is because, coming back from the week-long holiday i get to pass by the new site, the placement that i want to go to (two hours from home, and hour from KL, and good damn 6 hours from this bloody place!!!)...there were rumours before saying that it wasnt going to be built, or that the site was taken over by a much larger, powerful and purposeful company. never had a 10 minutes drive been so wonderful than the drive along the new site...seeing it has brought a new sense of happiness and purpose for me (seriously, i'm not over-exagerating it). i cant wait for it to be completed and a letter coming in this time next year (hopefully!) telling me to move my arse and stuff to that wonderfully hillside placement...as respond to why didnt i get the move when they expected it?...well, obviously because the new placement is still being built, duh!...(although i suspect that some are wishing that i'd buggered off this god forsaken place, at least to have a little peace and quiet...)</div><br /><div></div><div><strong>shock of life</strong></div><div></div><br /><div>found out that a former student - who is only twenty-two - is married and has a child. i dont mind, i mean he was mature beyond his years, but damn! some of his other teachers are not married (including moi), or married but no children, or just got themselves bloody pregnant! (one or two has a child the same age as his son, or even younger)...that's the latest watering-hole gossip anyway!</div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-20416756132364892422007-02-12T05:02:00.000+00:002007-06-29T10:28:08.590+01:00life in shamblesi got given a major responsibility last month, but everything is in full gear towards the pending tournament in early march. bloody hell! i like life without any duty! nothing but the usual banal routine!!!...i dont like being trusted (and thrusted) with certain responsibilities. i like being seen as an incompetent so i wont be bothered with all the other stuff other people like to do so that they'll be in the limelight...i like obscurity. fine, certain people apparently "see" my potentials and want me to prove myself that i am who they see i am...i know i can do it, but then again, having lived a life of a carefree incompetent...errr, free-spirit (? hahaha!) is SO much fun.<br /><div>the evenmore lower downside, everybody that has requests, dissatisfaction, complaints, they'll come to me...eh, why? like i care? (i have to though, it's me job innit?)...i mean that's what the co-ordinator is for and i'm only the one to write the letters and distribute ...</div><br /><div></div><div>i'm a not normally a whinging ungrateful cow you know, sometimes i smile</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031028797766089074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9gJ__-GXbWWmD4ETX4Dtt7d0Hb0Xq_pvRs0i6dI-xGP4gQRZXknOCIxpVUqnNsjUysmePMIY7P-Hw96B_528jEwfAmdANZwkSoNW2d7Euk1WFINI9nGaLHMmGNCsEPHlCxXaGQ/s320/42-15684662.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div></div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19952850.post-84978801627876893462007-01-26T04:20:00.000+00:002007-06-29T10:28:55.670+01:00january post<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHW0BwWNxFz46_y1pHFUz0ehIY33sCYflSzJ8HVgQR-jsPK1CZT5P8wioaS0jFNiTXlBzrVBNQRoBxCZtdGm1RkFK3YnKsiXrguU5kDDUuHKfkjolBVTC_1b5gf6bZVQcxlty2OA/s1600-h/42-17035329.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031013615056697634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHW0BwWNxFz46_y1pHFUz0ehIY33sCYflSzJ8HVgQR-jsPK1CZT5P8wioaS0jFNiTXlBzrVBNQRoBxCZtdGm1RkFK3YnKsiXrguU5kDDUuHKfkjolBVTC_1b5gf6bZVQcxlty2OA/s400/42-17035329.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>this is the case of going blindly into the unknown - </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>and having a bloody great time at it!<br /></div></em></span><a href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-17035329.jpg?size=572&uid={de268873-46be-42dc-984c-"></a><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"><strong>just writing in so that i have a january post. haha!<br /></strong><br />this is a month of mixed feelings and emotions, a roller-coaster of such, if i may say so.<br /><br />coming back to work after being away for a month is a bit daunting. there are things that you can expect, and there are that nobody can. at least three friends wont be there, having gotten the transfer they wanted....i am happy for them, for finally they'll be able to be closer with their families; but at the same time i am a little bit jealous because i didn't, and the list which had my name in it among others was not approved by HQ....but, life goes on.<br /><br />there are things that i'm quite excited about...seeing <em>moi</em> students again. at least i get to goof off a little with them every now and then. this year, i aim not to play around so much, more work!....well, maybe just a little bit more work. i think they have it tough as it is already, and learning should be FUN! and it works when they're having fun learning. i dont care what the bloody thick minded dinosaur says...<br /><br />i've also discovered in this past week that when people keep pushing me to do stuff that i would close-up and ignore them completely</div>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844035970511900503noreply@blogger.com2