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'