why it is so hard to talk to each other

WHY IT IS SO HARD TO TALK TO EACH OTHER?

Life has brought us far from each other. A mother is no longer telling her bedtime stories to daughter and no father is able to give his advise. ‘Talk’ is not only supposed to be literally; it can be in the form of letter or even e-mail. [ I’m actually talking too right now,aren’t I? ] What happen to our human race? Should we blame education on our own weaknesses, again? What make it so hard for us to talk?

Here goes my first point, family conflict. Frankly speaking, because of our own mistakes, we have lost the most precious thing in this world, the love of a family. Broken family is like virus that spread out and we are acting as if we do not have the insulin for it. The result is, there is no more even a single conversation between the family members. To make it worse, no party make any initiatives to cure this ‘disease’. Once the communication is abandoned, the bond will break and this will lead to a very weak society in the future. We have seen a lot of youth that is lost in their lost land where they cannot find back the light to go back. Everyday we blame the education system whereby the educators do not play their role as the guiders. Have we ever point the blame on us instead of others? As parents, have we have spend enough time to spend and talk with our children? As a sister or brother, have we accompanied our siblings when they need us regardless when they are happy or not? Prevention is better that cure. Hence, let’s hold the love and talk.

Furthermore, the language barrier that we have to encounter when communicate with a person of a different country. Like what we can see in the movie of Thousand Years of a Good Prayer, Mr Shi was having a difficulty whenever he wanted to communicate with people in the USA. To make them understand he used key words to send the message. From his body language too people can understand what is he trying to say. Fortunately, the character has shown a good quality which no matter how old are we, education never left us. He always recorded any vocabulary that is new to him to make him learn the language better. Compared to us, we often making excuses and delaying work that should be done quick. If we have the same attitude, the language barrier is no longer a problem when we are willing to learn other languages.

HOW TO BREAK EMOTIONAL WAR?

I only have one solution which I can think in the moment. It all started with our own attitude and mentality. When the patience is there, we can deal with any emotion that makes us depressed. The problem is we do not have the stance to control our anger towards an annoying matter. We also have to change our mentality in life. Be optimistic even when we are facing the worst difficulty in life because every cloud has silver lining.

the lost

Study Log 9211 has lost it's life for few weeks now. I have abandoned my own room due to other comitments that are never going to end.

Summer Camp 2009

Everyone is still in Dusun Eco Resort even though it has end a week ago. Why? Because it was a fantastic experienced for all of us. To breathe in the jungle, hear the songs of the flowing streams, run under the hot burning sun and enjoy the most delicious camp's cousines..

No Words to Describe

The birds are singing,
The clouds waving at me joyfully,
neglecting the hot burning sun,
They can still smile at me..
The roar of the truck struck our attentions
Welcoming us to it's la la land..

There's another world far far away
from my sight,
Promise us with bright days and beautiful nights,
Prepare us in becoming a strong knight,
to face with all the challenges that strike..

3 sunny days, 2 cold nights
We spent every little seconds in our life
to forget about the cracking brain days,
and to heal the minds with clean air..

We are tired,
We are exhausted,
but we never regret...

old and new

Hye again..

Frankly speaking, I really don't know what to write on this week. I'm bloody empty with ideas. pity me. so, I went online and ting! I got an idea. Why not, I write something about picture. Ok, I'm not fond of writing a review( I'm totally bad at it), but that's the best I can come out with!

I found this picture on Devian Art. I forgot to look at the name of the photographer and I'm so lazy to google again. Sorry, mr/miss photographer.

what I can see from this picture is the difference in thought. Modern and Classic which are reflected by the building and the woman. The castle(I guess) is showing how strong it can stand in this new world which is full of technology and pollution everywhere these feet would carry. It's not even feel awkward when surrounded by this new air, instead it looks better and has it's own charisma that we can't say in words. I found that old building is something that should not be forgotten. Some people can't see the beauty that lie beneath the rock and the 100 years old woods. Speaking about appreaciating the old one, from the woman perspective, I can see that there's still someone out there who has the same thought as I am. Never neglect the old, keep, care and love them as the new one. She is enjoying the fresh environment. Sitting near the castle giving her a new life. She can smile even though there are so many issues in today's world.

My objective of writing this opinion is to evoke my thought and to appreciate art. It's kind of fun doing this.

That's all for now..

THANK YOU..

P/S: art is a reflection of life..

the best

I still remember the first day I walked in the cold new land. Alone. I didn’t with whom I can dependent on after all my strengths had gone to their own world. They were far away from my horizon. For some times, I had been thinking whether I can survive in this place. A hand grabbed me one day, gave me her beautiful smile and shared everything in the world with me since then.

we were just finished CHEMISTRY PAPER(SPM '07)

We walked together in every way we took and never forgot about each other, more than a lover. She never let me cry alone and always give me strength to stand up again. Yes, she’s my strength now. Everyone in the school can see how close we were and always labelled us as the lesbians. That made us closer each second, each minute, each hour, each day, each month, and each year.

Gossips on boys, seniors and teachers were our normal hobbies. Watching the cute seniors from the class windows was our routines. Talking on the phone for 1 hour until the bills rose up to RM100++ even though we didn’t actually have the specific idea what to talk on.

on our graduation day

How I miss all the moments with her. Funny moments. Cute moments. And not to forget, the bad ones.

Now, we are so far apart. Still the light is there because I know she will always be there for me if I need her. So, do I. I still need her shoulder when I weak. I still want to share every little thing with her. I miss her so much. And today(10th April), it’s her birthday. I can’t celebrate it with her like we used to do. I miss her so much. I feel like going to her place this second. I MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY!!!

Last Wednesday, she sent me these two cute messages to tell me how much she misses me right now. I MISS YOU TOO,GURLFREN! I think she’s a bit stress this week because she’s going to have her final exam next week. This reminds of the time when we were having our PMR and SPM during our school years. We studied together and I always scolded her because she’s so stubborn. That’s the way of me showing my love ,babe. Thank God, both of us are now in a good track and I always pray for the best for her.

HAPPY BITHDAY, GURLFREN. I WISH YOU WILL HAVE A GOOD RESULT FOR YOUR FINAL EXAM AND CAN BE THE BEST MARINE BIOLOGIST ONE DAY. INSYAALLAH. DON’T EVER DARE TO FORGET ABOUT ME, OK? MAY ALLAH GIVE HIS BLESS TO YOU IN EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO DO. I LOVE YOU,FOREVER.=)

p/s I MISS MY PARENTS AND CATS TOO

ACA-nomics

I don't actually good at writing an academic journal which full of those pretentious words, I think. Here goes the role of my beloved thesaurus. I think I'm not going to write fully 'academic'. I try..

My journal for this week will be examined on education. To be precise, it's about someone who had cherished my Economics world. To be honest, I never liked Economics last year. I H-A-T-E IT!!! In fact, Economics WAS the NESCAFE time not only for me, but for the whole class. To addapt with the new subject was not a pleasent experience for me and I feel sorry for the lecturer because he/she tried so hard to make us understand. Result, a failure.

This year, we were hoping for a new, fresh lecturer who can knock our head with all the theories of Economics. On the first class, we met her. She had shown a good signal when she started the class with activities that made us enjoyed applying our Economics knowledge( even though it's not so much compared to what we should know). From that time, we don't need any NESCAFE and felt so fresh during the class. She just knew how to tackle her students and made everything simple and easy. Economics text are not two or three lines but pages and pages. To make it worse, the languages are not English at all( not literally).

Three months of pleasure have passed and we still imagined ourselves in the class with her. On one fine sunny day, she told us that she is no longer going to be teaching us Economics. She has been promoted by the National Bank. We can hear the thunder in our hearts. We are already in a good track, and now she's leaving us. In fact, she's already gone.

You don't how much we appreciate you, miss. You made me love the bussines cycles, the principles, the head cracking graphs and datas. Now, you are gone. Thank you so much for everything. THANK YOU, MISS JESRINA.

=(

P/S: THANK YOU TO YOU TOO,MR DERICK

what should i do more?

What should I do more?
I always ask myself why am I so dumb and the worst student in my class. Why? Yes, I’m so badly depressed right now because of my study. Why all my marks are decreasing in every test? I’m tired. Why my friends who watch anime almost every night can score better than me? Why? Should I watch anime too? I will not feel as bad as now if I didn’t study. Unfortunately, I did study and do all the works. I woke up early everyday even though my class start at 1.30 p.m. so, I can do my revision in library. I spent lots of time to write again all the notes at night. I feel like all my efforts are useless!

I don’t know what else to do with my performance. Every test is a depression injection for me and I really want to find the cure. I’m afraid if my performance is keep dropping, I will get bored with this whole thing which I don’t want. I cried almost every day recently. In my heart and sometime I cried at the roof top where I can be alone. Now, I’m still at the same place writing this post. Crying and crying. My tears are the one who’re typing this post not my fingers.
Every time I want to move on and keep fighting, there must be something that goes against it. Why I can’t get a 100% mark like them? Why am I so stupid??!!!I feel like killing myself now but that’s not the best solution.

My friends are much much better than me. If not the best in Physics, she’s the best in English and if he’s not the best in Chemistry, he’s the best in Applicable Mathematics. What about me? NONE! To those my friends, who got high marks, please don’t ever say that you are bad because you just made me feel even worse. I’m sorry because I feel this way. It’s not your fault and don’t feel bad about it.

I don’t how long I can get through this. I feel so bad towards my parents. They’re hoping the best from me and I’m just so stupid and can’t fulfil the only thing that they want.
I AM SO DEPRESSED!!!
Sorry, Mr Derick because you have to read about another depression.

p/s:
Kill me.please.

~my lover~

my life is all about you,

my day is all about you,

not even a second,

I want to erase that smile

Never..

you are everything to me..

everytime I hurt you, it kills me..

everytime those tears drop

because of me,

it makes me a wilt flower,

waiting for its time to kiss the earth.

please, don't cry..

God,

Please give them the best in everything,

I don't want to paint sorrow of

your life, my love..

how I wish I can paint rainbow

for you

every second,every minute, every hour of your life..

promise,swear

it's the only hope I can give

please don't lose faith in me..

my love to you is the most sincere thing in my life..

my care to you is the biggest thing I can give..

I want to give yo everything,

Mak...Abah...

I love you..

In my life, besides friends, my parents are my best friends. I don't have sisters to play with or brothers to wrestle with. I only have them. My parents. They always there for me when I need them. When I knew that I hurt them, I cried because I made them cried which I never wanted it to happen. I'm sorry for being such a bad daughter.I'm sorry for not giving what you want.I'm such a bad daughter.

They had sacrificed a lot for me, and this is the time for me to lessen their burden. Even though this journey is still long and tiring, I have to face it with courage. Everytime I depressed, I cried and cried at the balcony so that I would released all the pain for them. I can't be weak now. Not until I can achieved what I want for my parents. They are my lovers. No man can replace them.I love both of you..eternity..

p/s

I LOVE YOU

~Figurative Futsal~

The birds flew away as the gloomy sky chased them from its land. The sun annoyed because the bright flames of its heart had been dominated by the moisture of the wind. It was a war that morning. No one dare to go out and enjoy their life except the one who really appreciate such blessing. The trees and the earth were not only jumping joyfully but it was like a feast for them, not a war. The blood of strength flowed through their veins, gave a new meaning of life to them and the babies were crawling out from the dark, cold hole to breathe in this world. From the window, I watched it as a melancholy drama in this box of thinking. Everyone kept blaming the poor sky for what happened because they could not see the tears dropped from its eyes. The sky was crying because we are destroying this land. Every tear is the cry for help from the nature.

There goes my figurative language for the nature.

____________________________________________________________________
WAIT!!

THERE'S MORE!!

Mr Derick, I feel like writing more this week. So, I think I’m going to write about our class activity last Friday night.

It’s all started in Pizza Hut. We were having our dinner there when Izzat came and told us that we can’t play bowling that night. All lanes had been booked by TV3!! So, he said why not we play futsal instead? Are you serious?? That’s my dream! Actually he was joking at the first place and never thought that we would want to play such sport. Can you imagine a girl who always wear high heels in class ( Hani and Nad) is kicking the ball? Can you imagine a small, cute girl ( Jihah) kicked a ball like Torres? Can you imagine a girl who always with her high marks ( Tira) as the goalkeeper? Can you imagine a quiet and whose name is always pop up from the name list (Mia) tackling the ball from a boy?? Can you imagine a girl who always with Twilights and pink stuffs ( me! ) fell 3 times and still laughing?? Imagine them and they are not just imaginations. They were, and will once again be a reality. Believe it guys. We are not that girly as you think. Kick it!

My advice is for girls who always afraid to show the other side of you, don’t be. There’s nothing to lose. Just enjoy your life and be who you are in everything.

p/s: my toe and feet still hurt..

THE WORST WEEK

The worst week ever! I never felt as depressed, discontented and tired as this week before. The test is a second, third or fourth problem. There was a thing that stabbed me straight into my mind and killed me! I think I’m going to be a bit emotional in this post, but I don’t care as long as I can feel a bit satisfaction in this week by letting all my sorrow to fade away.

The story began on last Thursday. ‘Thanks a lot’ Mr Thursday. We had our Applicable Mathematics test on that day and speech as well. I felt like two lorries were on my head that day. I did try to calm down during the test but once again I want to ‘thank’ to my ‘beloved’ calculator for dying when I was just answering the third question!

Titt! Titt!
Warning: Low battery!

Thank God it didn’t lower my heart beats too. No, it’s even worst! It’s beating with the maximum frequency until I can’t breathe! Breathe in. Breathe out. I closed my eyes and try to calm down. I can do this! (I was just saying it to comfort myself during the tense moment) So, I pressed the ‘OFF’ button with the hope that it will be a last fighter too. I blanked! I didn’t know how to answer the following questions. Oh my goodness. What should I do? I felt like crying. I never thought that this will happened to me and the test was really an important thing for me. I can’t afford to fail. I was so sad because my days doing all the works and revisions were not helping me when this kind of problem occurred. I was still in the shocked mood even though the test had end.

Then, here comes the Chemistry reports. They gave me a headache! They are harder than doing the experiments in the lab. We had no idea on how are we supposed to present graphs. I mean, whether it’s a curve or not. From theories, they suppose to be straight line graphs but they end up being crazy graphs. As the result, I just followed the points and there. I got a curve graph for one of the graphs. It looked better that the previous one which was so horrible.

Here comes the holiday! Finally. Thank God. I can relax a bit and I can’t wait to see my babies!!

Till then, thank you!
=)

The Architecture Spirit And Bowling For Columbine And The Paradox of Thrift

THE ARCHITECTURE SPIRIT

Come on future architects,
Hold your knuckles, touch others ( future architects only!) and say ‘hai’( like what Hiro will pronounce it if he wants to agree on something).
Yes, it’s ‘the architecture spirit’ what me and my friends called it and we will do it when we feel tired and stress with our studies ( AUSMAT to be specific). Maybe some might say, ‘ What the heck?’ or it means nothing and does not affect their emotions. Lucky for us, we found that this kind of ‘activity’ does HELP us. So, every morning or before we start the class we’ll do it to make us fresh and eager to study. There were days when we felt so tired and didn’t have the mood to study.

“uh”, “ah”, “haiyaaa” ,“die la”

Those were the only words that we kept repeating over and over.

Suddenly, my friend ( Athira) said, “ Hei, no wonder we felt really weak and bored because we didn’t do the ‘spirit’ thing!”

So, “HAI!’ we go.

BOWLING FOR COLUMBINE

We are going to do a review on a FANTASTIC, DA BOOM documentary; Bowling for Columbine. I never felt so in touch with any documentary before but I do with this documentary. It’s mostly questioning about the gun shooting issues in the USA among students. The main focus is on the Columbine massacre. I did some researches on the two boys, Eric and Dylan, who committed the crime. The killed 12 students and 1 teacher and before they killed some of the victims, from what I found on the net, they asked them whether they believed in God. The policed Now, every time I heard their names, I will feel sick and thank god they are dead because I will kill them ( no way..It’s just an exaggeration) if they are still alive! At first I thought that this kind of massacre only happened in the USA but it’s also happened in AUSTRALIA in 1996! Now, I’m scared to go to Aussie. Thanks to the ROLE OF MEDIA, it creates FEAR in me.
I’ve been thinking what if there is Bowling for KBU?? With all the tensions and pressure, pressure, pressure, suddenly one of the AUSMAT’S students shoots everyone in the cafe and library?? Oh! I don’t think that he will do the gun shooting in library because he’ll be freezing while killing people in there. What am I talking here? I’m not giving anyone the idea of doing any massacre, am I?
So, don’t pressure yourself too much. Go shopping!

THE PARADOX OF THRIFT

This is the best part. I’m not going to write about any paradox as what we study in English, ok? Here goes the application of economics in my daily life. Engineers, grab an Economics book now! Well, as we all know, our level economics activity is now in the downswing (‘thanks’ to the Land of ‘DREAMS’), so as what the paradox of thrift suggested, we have to shop to help the economy. GOOOOODDD.. Hence, the last Thursday my friends and I went to IKEA to shop! They are having SALE now so we cannot resist it and eventually more of our friends went to there now (they are in IKEA now when I’m writing my post). We are very influential and I think IKEA should take us as their product speakers. How much will they pay? Hmm..money! =D Now I sound like a materialistic girl.

That’s it for this week. I have speech to complete!
Bye!

questionsssss...

This week I want to talk about the world. To me this a simple piece of idea that I have but it do means a lot to some people, I hope. To give opinion, is not an easy thing to do and I don’t usually like to express it. Tragedy after tragedy has opened my eyes and I WANT TO SPEAK. I cannot just sit back and see the whole bad things going on nowadays in this beautiful world that God had create for us.

One question that I want to have the answer.

Why don’t we just keep the world as it is?

People are not satisfied with what they have. Power. Wealthy. Blind the politicians and cause pain to the whole world. They don’t think about the others as what they should be doing. The citizens chose them because of the trust that they have towards the politicians. Why would they want to bomb other country if they already a rich country? Why would they want to colonize a country that doesn’t even belong to them? What do they get from the war? Dignity?

The answer is simple.

Suffer and anger.

They would create a new generation that will only know about destruction and revenge. Have you ever imagine a little boy holding a gun to protect his little baby sister? How sad would it be if the boy ends up to be dead in such a young age when he can play and study for his future. If he is still alive, the only goal of his life is to have peace and revenge for the death of his family and community. The war is not only destroying the country but the whole world.

There will be no more a bright and cheerful kids in this world when everyday what they see are guns and bombs. Their Barbies are the bullets and their PlayStations are the riffles.

The war is not only affecting the people who are being attacked but us. We experienced the effects now. The economics is fluctuating and inflation is getting higher. Don’t we realise that? This problem will not last for two days or two weeks but for years if the world is still a fan of war. Politicians have to think about this deeply and not just being selfish. Don’t blame and accuse innocent people if the problem is actually caused by you. Would you be happy if you, yourselves are having the difficulty to move and have a good sleep in your own home and motherland?

Peace is the only simple thing that they are asking for. Just leave their country and let them carry on with their lives. What if the whole tragedies happened to be in the US or other European countries? Do they feel happy about it? Oh yes, my son holding a gun and my dad is dead. Yipee! No,right? So, stop the war and give them peace. Stop the bombing and shooting. Paint back the dreams of the kids and give sun to the people for them to survive.
Lots of questions that I have thrown in this post. I ‘m not seeking for the answers but the actions.

Please save the world before it gets angry.

Thank you..

sorry week

Second month. February. The clock is still moving. Wait! Stop!

Haih..I was having a bad week for the last 5 days.. Before I start begging for sympathy, I would like to tell about a happy and inspiring experience that I had.
Last Saturday, I met some of my seniors who had their flights to Adelaide in KLIA. I went there at 5.30 when they were actually departure at 8.00 pm! I spent hours and hours lingered in that astonishing building. What I saw there were the faces of satisfaction and it’s not happy because after a year struggled in AUSMAT, they finally achieved their goal. They are such great seniors and very helpful in terms of giving us advise and supports as brothers and sisters. Good luck and all the best to all of you in Aussie. I always pray for the best for you guys and miss you so much. Be strong, Kak Aween(thanks for all your help), Kak Pika(take care, cute sis), Abg Afifi( thanks for your support), Abg Luqman( thanks for the books) and Haf( study until you die,bro!)

So, the suffer part begun when I fall sick on Tuesday. I had a bad fever until I cannot concentrate on my assignments and experiments. I almost burnt the Chemistry lab! Sorry Miss Prema.. Thank God nothing broke, or else I’m the one who will ‘break’ at the end. That’s not the end of my bad week. During my Applicable Mathematics class, I cannot solve any question. For Goa sake, even the simple transformation I could not remember! My brain had Z-E-R-O function and useless when I was sick. Moral of the stories, don’t get sick.

Today, I had my EALD test and I made a BIG mistake. I forgot the title of the film that I reviewed. How can I forget about it?? It’s on the cover, Izzati. My brain was really screwed up and I need to fix it. Sorry, Mr Derick. Don’t be mad, because I also want to kill my brain. So, it has suffered enough. That test was really pressuring me and friends. It’s all because of the 10% ! It’s a lot..

Well, the sick case is not end with me. Almost all my housemates are going through it right now. Sorry, friends. This is the third time I said sorry in this post. So, please forgive me,ya? My housemates and friends are totally true friends. They helped me in everything. I’m so touched. This make me love them even deeper. Thank you, my friends.

This last paragraph, I would like to dedicate to my cats. Ok, no more the bad week. Actually, I miss them so much and want to hug them now. They are my siblings, my lover and my life. They complete my life all this years. When they sick, I fed them. When I sick, they accompanied and licked me to show their care. Their eyes are full of honesty and they can never make me mad at them even though they are so naughty.

I have to log out, because more homework is still waiting.
Till next time..

study until you die

“Study until you die!”

Yeah, I am dying right now. The AUSMAT crashed my comfort life and brought the army of tension and enervation. We have loads of assignments, quizzes and tests each week and month. Can you believe that we have Physics quiz every week??It’s a good effort actually though it’s a torture because I got a brain cramp in every quiz! Shaking, sweating and unbreathable! Everything comes at the same time. Only me and my friends know how does it feel except the genius, of course.
This week, I had the most frenetic days of my life. Mia and I were doing our collage assignment about Boy Tales of Childhood from 6.00 pm until 5.00 am!!! We were kind of over excited doing the assignment until we forgot that it’s already morning. The worst part is that, we made a mess in the living room. Sorry, friends. There were lot of colour papers, pens and scissors scattered around the floor. Everywhere!
We have to put a warning sign on the stairs to avoid any heart attacks in the house after seeing the mess. If we didn’t do that, they might be thinking that someone broke into the house in the middle of the night or maybe the guard sneaked into the house to grab some foods. Huh??
Today I just realized how hard it is to be a reporter. People, please appreciate the reporters and especially the cameraman. We did the first shooting of our documentary which is another assignment for us. The reporters for the day were Athira Azmi, Fara Amilia Mat Isa and Ainin Leong whereas me as the camera‘girl’. I prefer girl than man although there’s no such thing as cameragirl in this world.
We tried to catch as many victims as possible.
“Hello, miss. Can we interview you”
“Hye sir, do you have some time so that we can ask you a couple of questions?”
Some of them are great, fabulous by giving us responds and informative. To be exact, they have brains. Not like some people who appear cool but had nothing enlightening to say to us. We really thank to those who had really helped us today. This documentary thing is not over yet. We are going to continue it next week. Where? Sg Wang! Yeah! The scariest place for me. I hate the place! Help me!!

I’ll see you next week if I can survive in that scary place..

N-O-M-A-D

Hello readers,

How’s your week? Well, I’m still having my holiday right now. I’m going to start my blog for this week about my ‘nomad life’. Yes! N-O-M-A-D.

It’s begun since last Saturday when I went back to my hometown in Rompin, Pahang. During my visit, the house was still under renovation. Major renovation. The living hall was no longer there, the rooms vanished. Where should we sleep? We even cooked and had our meal outside of the house on a ‘bangsal’ ( a huge hut where people store things on it). One of the best things is that the cost of all the renovations is not exceeding RM50k!! Can you believe that? Here, to do a little renovation in kitchen almost costing us more than RM30k!!! Leech..

Now, I know where I got the architect genes in me. My family members are doing the all the plans and renovations ourselves. Yeah! Cool huh? We are the owner, architect, quantity surveyor, contractor and labour. It’s a great thing to do together where we can really appreciate the final result of it later because it’s the effort of the whole family.
I think, I still did not explain about my temporary life as Waris Dirie.
I’m exaggerating things, aren’t I?

Before I start, I have to tell you that I will not reveal any name because it might be a sensitive thing. I don’t want to get caught! I just want to write my blog!
Ok, to be honest I was not having an awful life as Waris Dirie. Instead, it’s more comfy and civilised. My father took me and my mother to a hotel in the town of Rompin and spent 2 nights there before got back to KL. It’s a budget hotel but I didn’t know that is really that ‘budget’ until our beds had no proper wheel and legs. For instance, they used bricks as legs for my bed! My parents’ bed is much more pathetic; when I tried to sit at the end of the bed, I thought I broke it as it moved down.

Actually...
It had neither leg nor wheel or even bricks at the end of it! At least, my bed had bricks. Yeay! ‘Lucky’ me!

Kring, kring, kring

My cousin called my father from KL to tell him that we cannot use our toilets in our home because the contractor had started the works. They were supposed to leave one toilet as the way it is until the other two are done. Unfortunately, that ‘brilliant’ guy was extremely hardworking that he took off everything and removed the tiles for all the toilets.

Again. Hotel.

First,it’s a budget hotel. As a budget hotel it’s not that bad. Comfortable and the beds are great. There is not much to talk on Selayang Hotel. So, we move on to my next ‘home’.
It’s quite a big hotel.

Well, don’t get too excited and say; Wo!

It maybe used to be ‘grand’ back then, but not now. I have never seen such an old lift as what they have here. IT IS OLD! I think, it’s older than me. The lift’s door made sound when opened and closed.

Crouk, Crouk, Crouk

Creepy! Try to think that you are alone at night and using that lift with the lamp went on and off.

Bang!

A door shut.

But there’s no one there. Only you, is it?

Ok, stop with the crime fiction and onomatopoeia.

Until today, I have spent my nights in three different hotels for 7 days and 6 nights! I only slept on my soft and comfortable bed for ONE NIGHT!!

Moral of the story, find contractor who has lazy workers so they won’t do the whole works at once!

Hopefully, it won’t happen again. I’m freezing here in my hotel room. I think, I have to stop here for this week. See you again in a more normal condition and temperature.

Thank you!=)

how pathetic!

I'm home!Finally.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!

This week nothing unusual happened in class. We were still the silence cropse. How pathetic! BE PROACTIVE( in your dream, Izzati). I don't know whether we really don't know HOW to be PROACTIVE or it's just the fate of our class. To be the 'good' one. hopefully, we'll be the 'bad' one (in a positive way,of course). When? Don't ask me.

Holiday is not really a 'happyday' for us except we don't have to wake up early and rush for the van in the morning. We had 'gifts' from the lecturers. Thousands of them(uoh, that's a bit hyperbole). Anyway, we still have to do them. By hook or by crook, I have to cramp my brain and fingers for the assignments. So, ALL THE BEST!


Actually, I'm lack of idea right now to write my blog. Nevermind, we proceed to the next thing.

Film is always a good entertainment for me and I'm sure everyone will agree with me too.Right?Yeah, You noded your head.That's good! Sadly, I found no interest in watching Australian's movies. They are so perfectly, completely, 100% B-O-R-I-N-G! I watched Japanese Stories yesterday. OH GOD! My comment, BAD. First, the plot was so slow and again boring. To make it worse, the original sountrack was not so good which made the film look so dull. Last but not least, it's a warning. Close your eyes! They showed everything. Everything. Uh!

Basically, this movie is a romantic movie and domination of the western people. In this movie, the woman character controlled the japanese man character. It's like a vice verse in the real world. Frankly speaking, I was embarrased by the way they reflect the domination of a woman towards a man. You can't imagine it unless you watched the movie. The woman was s strong and tough. Whereas, the guy was so weak and felt amazingly happy when he succeded to make their car to move again. It's a man job. How pathetic!

It was not the only Australian movie that we have to watch or should I said, force to watch. They are more.More.More.More. God,Help me!!Please give me some strength to watch all of them. To be awake and 'LOVE' them.

That's it for now..Till we meet again..

hobby or passion?

Hello again.

How are you readers?

I took approximately 2 days to choose my topic for this new post. Wow! This blog is really making my life exciting as I have to decide what to write something that is not ridiculous but at the same time can attract people. Tough.
Finally, I decided to talk about my hobbies. Well, I rather called them as MY PASSION. To me what I love to do is not only the thing that I like, but they are all related to me. My story is in them. My passion is my life. Why I choose to define them as passion? You must be wondering. What is this girl talking about? Well, let me start with the first passion and when you reach the end of this post, you will know why.

1) POETRY
You must be thinking that I am not that old to be in the ‘freaky community’ of poets. When I was in primary education, I used to think that poets are crazy people with long hair and talk about thing that I don’t know because I didn’t understand a single word they said. I was too young to appreciate the ‘artzy futzy’ things. Now, I almost drown into it. I can feel the juice of expressing myself in every poem. I can scream, cry, laugh and talk bad about ‘something’ in a good way. I love to write but not recite. There was one day, when my teacher asked me to recite a poem. This was happened in my secondary school. After I finished the ‘torture’, she said, I had the feel but my voice is TOO SOFT to be a poet. How pathetic. Since then, I just write and will only recite if it is the sake of my mark in ORAL. Thanks to my lecturer, Mr Derick( who is reading my blog now), for taking us to the Annexe Hall last Wednesday. It was the FIRST poetry performance that I have been to. To be in that place was a pleasure for me and I felt like an artist when surrounded with the arts people.

2) PAINTING
My mother is the person who always supports me in my painting world. Holding a brush is like holding a new world in my hand. I can create anything that I like and somehow they give me some space to know that there is a peace place in this world, MY PAINTING. Even though they are just my imaginations, I feel like they are true and nothing can be truer than them. Not all people love to paint especially when dealing with water colours. It is hard, tiring and need patience. I can spent more than 3 hours to finish my masterpiece without break. I can hear my bones scream and curse me from inside because they tired. Sorry bones. I have another story about my painting and drawing. It happened last year, in class. One of my friends felt really sleepy and was struggling to fight with her eyes. During the break, I sketched the scenery on a beach. She was so mad at me because she said, my sketching just made her felt sleepier and she warned me not to draw something like that anymore. Pity her because I just love to torture her eyes. So, I keep doing it.

3) READING
If you want to address me as a bookworm, you better want to think about it again and again and again. Why? First, I am not a worm. Second, bookworm is usually a nerd and I am totally not a nerd. I am normal. Throwing myself in each story made me feel several of feelings and emotions. I know that some of the stories cannot be real but it is real in my mind. The imaginations just fly in my head and direct me to breathe in a new world. Magic, Romeo and Juliet, talking animals and even VAMPIRES are no longer impossible. At least in my mind. I can spend the whole night and day by just reading IF the book catches my intention.

These three things are my WORLD as you can see. I am not being omnipotent when I said; I like to create my own world. It is just the way I tell the story of my life without saying a word. Pen, brush and paper are my best friends. You cannot take them away from me as my heart is in them.

That's the end of my 2nd post. It maybe simple, but simple is not easy to be appreciated and complicated is not always worth to be appreciated.

Thank you.

new start

Good morning,
Good afternoon,
Good evening,

to everyone who is reading this blog.

Supposedly, this blog is an academic blog for the EALD in the AUSMAT programme that I am doing presently. If you do not know what AUSMAT stands for like all my friends and family who scratched their heads whenever I told them about this programme, as if they have lots of dandruffs on their scalps. Well, AUSMAT stands for Australian Matriculation. This programme is like any other matriculation programmes in Malaysia but the difference is all the syllabus are from Australia. As a start, I will briefly introduce myself. My name is Izzati Nadiah binti Jailani. I am currently a college student in KBU International College which situated in Bandar Utama which they said as 'The Golden Triangle'. For the next few paragraphs, I am going to answer some of the questions that have been given to all of us.

Opening a book is like entering a new world that we might never know whether it will be interesting or just wasting the time with the bunch of boring articles. Some might say, place to spend the time on reading is not crucial. I did have the same thought before which I used to read in any place without thinking that it might affects my reading. Different people, have different choices of places to utilize their little time on reading. As for me, I prefer to read in my room if it is a novel which can evoke my imagination because of the peace environment. When reading a novel, I need a relax and cosy space where I can sit back and read as it is the only time for me
rest and do the thing that will not need me to crack my brain with formulas or a mountain of equations. Whereas, when it comes to study it is the time for me to be a thinker as well as the researcher. Hence, library is the best place to get all the reliable materials in various fields of study.

I find night is the best time for me to read as there is less noise and most of my free time is at night. Sometimes, it will drag me to read it until late at night when it caught my interest. Well, to be honest, I cannot look all the words especially the academic materials for more than an hour. My brain's battery needs to be recharge with something more entertaining or else it will go blank and hang like an old computer.

Noise,noise and noise. I cannot bear to hear a bit of it at all as it is distracting me. I feel sympathy with the source of the noise because I am going to curse for their help in retarding the level of plessure in me. The second distraction would be the innocent technology, Internet. My eyes will not stop looking at the desktop if the internet is running which then will make me to turn my body facing my beloved black laptop and start to google. How I wish I can resist myself with this unpleasent attitude. Food. Get it away from me! It will always be a succumb to temptation for me when looking at the food in front of me when studying. My hand will not stop taking it, my mouth will not stop chewing and swallowing even though my brain wants them to stop.

So this is the introduction of my study log. Before I click on the 'publish post' I will write my example of figurative language. I do not know whether it is ok or not but it is the best that I can think of for this week's post. See you in the next post which I hope will be an interesting piece of idea.Thank you.

'study is like building up an empire'