May The 16th.

When I was a little kid, I always imagining myself standing in front of the class, holding book in one hand and a cane in the other, watching over my students, tapping the cane onto my desk when they make mistake, throwing out my voice, loud and clear enough to be heard, recite the lesson and the students repeat it after me. 

7 years ago, I was in doubt, because my future was full of uncertainties. I was afraid that I might turn out not to be the person I always wanted to become. Walking down the road of contradict evaluation between my own judgment and other’s somehow depicted the question of : How am I going to shape myself into someone that can be considered as noble? 

Teaching is always become my passion. Remembering the saying: It doesn’t matter what kind of lamp may lit the darkness, it’s the light that matter. 

As time passes by, I’ve became clear and aware that my dream can be achieved, only it claims greater sacrifice and endless enthusiasm that sometimes I lost it along the way. What more can make my tear rolls down my cheeks, than realizing I have already achieve my greatest victory? Those faces that always getting on my nerves, strangers that they were once, yet now have become so noticeable, so sincere and so close to my heart. What else that matters than seeing those smiles on their faces, their joy and laughter, their purity of the heart, and on top of it, they have shown their appreciation towards your tiny effort? 

I may have said that I’m the strongest of all, nothing can touch my heart so deep… I have just assumed that I was totally wrong… When I held the roses in my hand, when they reached out their hands to give me their priceless gifts, those sincere words of 'Thank You' and 'I Love You' that took my soul away, at that moment I was already crying in my heart. My desk was full of gifts. And my heart was full of pride.

16th of May is my day. It will always be. Thanks to my students for those gifts and wishes. And my ex-students too. I am so touched. There is nothing that I can promise to give, except for this knowledge that will continue to grow and bloom. Behold my students… Behold. Happy Teachers’ Day to all the teachers out there. 

A simple wish from me : BE THE TEACHER TO CHANGE THE FUTURE.

I love you. Yes, you ! ^^

Assalamualaikum 2013. Please Be Nice And Don't Bite

Assalamualaikum. In just a couple of hour we will be welcoming the new year and so long 2012. Just like that. Puff! Be gone. In short, 2012 has taught me a lot of things. Seriously. From tears to laughter, joy and pain, ups and downs in my everyday life, and sometimes miracles did their part too, in one way and another. I find it amusing and confusing at the same time. But thank to Allah, He never let me astray. Still in the same path and direction, searching for the real me.

Oh there are so many things happened in 2012. There are handful recollections of memories and good things to be remembered. To be yearned at cherished for a lifetime. Those new faces I got to know, shining my life to its ultimate bright. Oh Allah, I shouldn't asked for more. There are few who walked into my life for purpose. Be it to hurt or to care, they are all the same. To teach me some important value in my life, which seriously I'm going to treasure it for the rest of my life. Thank you people.

For this 2013, I will hope for less and work for more. I want to be a good wife, a good mom, a good daughter, a good teacher and of course a good servant of Allah. InsyaALLAH. Allah, please guide me. Don't let me go astray. Keep me safe and sane. ><,

Happy new year to all.  Be a good person, and Allah will be good to you in return.

Now I am ready. Okay 2013. Bring it on!

Pillow Talk

Assalamualaikum , We had a great chat just now . At 1 in the morning . We were all so serious and stressed up . Not because we were fighting over stupid things like always , but it was more to a pour out session . I was actually pouring my burden to you . And you , like what you always did everytime I need you , you lend me your shoulders , your ears , your anticipation , your patience , and your two cents of thought . I love to hear your advise , your words , your cynical remarks over my stupidity , your cunning words and acts . And above all , I just love to sit and be there with you . I don't need any other excuses to be with you . I just love the feeling to be wanted and needed by you . And most of the times we were just killing time by talking nonsense and picking on each other .

You always taught me new things . And I am all noob and naive around you . You are good with words . You just know the perfect timing when to use it as your lethal ammo . As much as I hate it when you do that , I am pretty much adore it at times . You always fascinate me , although you always say that you are a walking boredom . Nope . Not for me . You are one of the most fascinating home-sapien I have ever met in my life .

I love this pillow talk session we have . It's like a ritual before we both hit the sack .

I love it , you know .

So let's do it more frequent . Until we run out of time .

><, Thank you , HB !

Letting You Go

I guess , sooner or later , the moment will come .

Friends

I miss the moment where I can talk about anything under the sun with my best friends. I miss the moment where we can hang out together and spend the rest of our day worrying about nothing. Like we used to do when we were teenager. Like we used to do every time school days end. Hey, we didn't bother much about the world right? We have the world of our own. All that matters to me is you, and all that matters to you is me. I miss that.

As we are growing up, we skipped some rituals in our friendship. Less meeting up, less texting until late up night. I guess we moved on with our live. We met with new peeps, building up new relationship and get too busy with work and so forth. We are no longer the coolest person in each other life. In these five years, how many times do we call each other?

Right. None.

I'm not ready yet to let go of my teenage memories with you.

Do you?

Good Friends.

We are definitely going to need them in our lives. Not only to entertain us and be part of our social development, friends also the peoples that will shape you and support you and guide you and things.

I don't have many friends.

She has sworn by her mother's life that she will be fat with me. Never leave me alone.

(Smiling)

Man. Read This.

I Am Pretty, Aite?

Fat.

Yeah. There are so many places that need something to be done with. I can no longer tame my appetite. It’s gone wild and it scares me too. My clock is ticking by stuffing my mouth full. Picture this; as soon as my eyes are open then there goes the eating regime. Unhealthy food I must say. A late night McD chicken set is something unbearable. Worst, if you icing it with strawberry sundae + oreo Mcflurry almost every night.

My husband is very cool on this. He said I’m at my best looking like this. Excuse me, a pregnant lady who isn’t pregnant at all? And you call this pretty? God, men are weird. Most of them are flaunting themselves to death if they have skinny girlfriend and super-skinny-wife-who-have-just-gave-birth without extra fats clinging on their muscles but my husband. Because his wife is ain’t like that.

I pity my husband. I know he just don’t wanna make me feel hurt. But it hurts, when deep down inside, you know that somehow, he wants to see you like before. Slim and slender. Pretty and drop dead gorgeous.

But after all, I'm thankful.


Really God, I promise!

Paranoid.

You are paranoid woman!

Man, If You Have The Power Then Don't Misuse It. You Might Be Questioned.

Yaeh, it's a freaking long title. But who care actually? As long as the message is conveyed then it's fine.

Bye Bye Black Bird

I have this habit of saying this phrase if anyone is leaving for good. I don't know why. When my friend took off to Illinois last year, I said the same thing to her "Bye bye black bird" Same goes if someone is getting married and settling for good me also will say the same phrase. Some of my friends are puzzled as they didn't know the exact meaning of the phrase. Me also have no idea why I'm saying it smoothly without hesitation. It's spontaneous.I guess, black bird has something to do with me in my life before this. Well today, I have someone leaving me again for good. I'm gonna miss him. My very true friend, indeed. And he is away now. Without me having a chance to pat him goodbye. Bye bye black bird.

You Don't Have To Be Stupid To Look Pretty. Trust Me.

As for me, I prefer simplicity. I have once try to put a lot of things on my body just to fashion. And I looked like a walking drag queen. Or perhaps like a peasant during the crusader's age. Totally oblivious! Yeah, it was failed on me. So that kind of thing is out from my list now.

I admire how some bloggers and real life people (not saying that blogger isn't very much alive. Ha-di-ha!) carry their looks. Some of them guiltily fashionable and some of them are totally a dustbin. May I suggest - that some of them really like stupid too. But still,they gained compliments from people whom adore them. Oh this may sound very hypocritical and suicidal, but sometimes, I don't know, whether they are complimenting with sincere or it is just another form of  deceiving art?

Just, don't be a hypocrite.

Ouhh I Don't Get It!

Bad thing happens to good people. And vice versa. Yeah, like me. I've been mistreated for so many times. Yet, I still am able to smile like the world is just the greatest place to be. Last week was the most hectic week as school holidays had come to an end. Skip that. We don't wanna talk about my ability to juggle workloads. You don't wanna hear me curse. But towards the end of the week, I've been arrowed by quite a news. One of the greatest teacher in my school was transferred. And may I say, without any good reason. Hell I know this chap quite much because we used to have this lengthy conversation about works, life and so forth. But most of the times we were spending times bitching on drama kings and queens and bla bla bla. So yeah, we were bonding. Until, I was moved to noon session. But still there were times where he used to come on the evening and we were chatting just to kill some time. That guy, he was transferred

Rumor has it that he was trying to go against the stream. That he was twisting his own rope on his own death row. That he was unable to teach properly. That his skills was inadequate. Well, that's the biggest bullshit I've ever heard. I have seen how fond his students to him. How they adore him and enjoying every second he has been spending in the classroom. I just don't get it. Seriously, who are they kidding? Who are they toying? Rumor has it that he was just a pain in someone else's ass. Someone just couldn't bear his/her eyes to see his face shine and alive everyday. That he was just as much as like a broken compass. A helpful tool but no longer appropriate at service. That was what I heard. A news from the wind.

As for me, I would say it's a planned conspiracy.

No More Goofing Around!

Yeah, you read me! No more goofing around, no more fooling around. You are going to be 28 and you should act like one. (sigh) Why do age has always intertwine with the way we behave? Can we skip that? So we can always behave like a five year old without even noticing how old we actually are? Oh happy new year by the way. Same old same old. Always the same resolutions though this year there is an additional one. Loosing weight. Yeah, that's should be my priority for this year. Being fat make me an old grumpy lady. And kind of having an internal crisis and suffering from a serious low self - esteem. Plus the pimples. That somehow helps in contributing already-have misery in my life. Ohh yeah, life isn't always about joy and laughter. There are tears too. And cursing. And yelling.

Happy New Yearrrrrrrrrr!

Sharing The Happiness With Peeps You Love!

Well, it's more to 'husband got some extra $$$ left and the wife spent it 'wisely' over coveted stuffs'. Yeah, that's more like it. Though I wasn't buying it for myself, the satisfaction of 'buy and go-crazy' was never less. It's the rules of spending! (banyak la kau!) Oh I used to hate 'buy and blog' thingy. And now I'm constantly doing it (T__T) Yeah yeah call me pathetic. Serve me right!

Mummy's. Hope she like it!

Sister's. The eldest one.

Mine!

It's a good bargain when you are shopping during YES!

Sometimes I do hate Carlo Rino. The stuffs didn't match the price! Luckily it wasn't my money to weep.

Fashion Victim

Yeah. I'm one of those kinky misfit ladies who desperately try to fashioned. And have failed. Pity me pity me. I hold grudge towards skinny ladies who can wear whatever they want without even bothering extra lumps and bumps mingling on their body. Pathetic I must say, when you try a pair of jeans and it can't fit you! The feeling is like you have sinned! A big one!

Oh I have seen girls putting over-sized ribbon on their head. It looks so cool and pretty awesome too. And when I tried it on my head, I was looking like a crazy old spinster! Where is the justice! Life has been unfair to me!

I always adore girls who dress to impress and succeed. And they are many!

Unlike me, I'm the reverse version of fashionista. Fashion don't fits me. Fashion hates me. We didn't get along quite well.

To say I'm a fashion victim!

The First

Hey darling buds, may you all blossom!

This is the place I talk rubbish freely and go crazy without anyone abusing my privilege. I wanna go crazy! I wanna go super duper quirk and spare no place for normality! I wanna go freeeeee!

Yeah. That's me!

Oh by the way, before I'm creating this blog, it was formerly my husband's blog and since he's no longer fond in writing and babbling and such, he handed down the platform to me (without me deleting the followers, is that okay with you guys?)

Be right back!