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Jan 3, 2010

Car


Where are we going?
Are we there yet?
Why are we turning left?
It is raining, close the window
How long this quietness going to take?
You look tired, let me drive
I’m sorry for the questions
Should I turn here? Or should I go straight?
This quietness is getting louder
Can you turn on the radio?
You’re hungry?
I’ve packed some sandwiches this morning
Turn left here? Okay
This is a cliff, look at the sun
The horizon is blushing, it is beautiful
We come here together
That’s what matter most

happy new year.. wish everyone a great year ahead..
sorry for not updating..

Sep 24, 2009

That Space



That space is vacant,
It used to be filled with furniture,
Your mahogany table of patient
Your bed of love
Your chair of comfort
Your closet of fear
Your satin curtains of grace
Your flowery wallpaper of anxiety
That space used to be full,
Now you gone and left me empty.
I tried furnishing it
I remember mimicking the exact position
Yet empty is still the main colour
I renovated everything
Keeping the memory but changing the decoration
It feels good
Knowing I can move on
Knowing I can love others
Different it may be but
It suffice knowing
That somewhere you were treated
With love and kindness

p.s - Have a good day everyone,
know that holiday is coming to an end,
prepare for the worst.

Aug 23, 2009

Poet In The Making..


I wake up in the middle of night,
Tonight it feels cold,
The weather seems to be cruel lately,
The clouds parade by trying to comprehend my midnight anecdote,
I tell my story with my eyes
The poignant fable attracts the moth
They seem to understand the loneliness
Cause they attracted to things they should not be too
They know it is hurtful
Yet still they fly to the flame
You’re my flame and I am the moth
I want but I can’t have you
The air feels heavy tonight
I can feel them caressing me
Comforting me, trying to lull me into the night
I breathe them in,
And the stirred emotion came to a halt
The sun peeks in the night giving its light
Telling the moon hope is always there
And one day they will meet again
Wish I could be the sun,
Filled with zealous faith
Waiting in joyful hope
Of the coming of someone special,
Who awaits me in the dark like the moon,
And she will light up my night
So I don’t get lonely anymore
... been taking up poetry lately to pass of my days ...
would like people to give title on it please..
and tell me what u feel..
p.s - happy ramadhan to all muslim and those who aren't happy holiday. Sungkei pwas2 kat bazaar.. huhuhuhuh


Aug 2, 2009

aku marah giler ni!!!

Have you guys done things that you guys put so much work on n people spoil it?

u must have.. xkan x pernah nye la..
This week I am ticked off by almost everything in sight.
1. cadar tilam ku yg ku jemur disiram org atas. Nak kna bunuh org tuh. tak pasal2 ak kna basuh blik kan. Da le buat bnde tkutuk tu lari trus tak nak ngaku. Imagine this, tgh2 rilek kat blik rehat tetiba dgr air tersiram dari atas. Bunyi bkan main kuat lag. Cheist!! rupe2 nye ak nye cadar tilam kena siram. WattaFak!!!
2. Ak tak tau la nak marah ke tak kan benda ni. Bus ak TUNGGU dari kul 8 pag x sampai2. Punyala bengang ak. Pakai teksi, Abang, sikalang a, mo peg itu kl sentral pun sudah rm20. ni lagi la jusco. 15 la bang. sya kasi murah. Swine flu btol la. It's like obvious m always going to where i always go and that taxi guy charging some nonsense prizes. Hello ever heard of METER? kami pun nak idup gak.

Oi oi oi!!! minggu ni minggu brape? 4 ke 5? x pasal2 ak kene marah kang x prepare tok public speaking..

Jul 6, 2009

Third times the charm..

dalam byk2 bnda ni gak yg ak promote. huhu..
Borneo Cultural Festival atau in short BCF nih cam celebration je. nothing more than that.
Its where people come every year and flock together to celebrate their difference with others. Though I only get myself just the tip of the iceberg of the excitement hapening during the festivities, (I went on the opening during 3rd July and goes back on the 4th) (-.-) still they are very satisfying though.
i posted it like that because i have been missing the action for three years already and thank goodness third time always a charm and i finally get to enjoy parts of the festivities. Indulging myself in the crowd with some mouth watering delicacies. (yum-yum)
nothing much happend actually except there is speech by minister. opening acts by some local choir, dancing here n there, etc2.
this website says much if you are rajin enough to surf internet cos i didn't get to snap any pic.

http://borneoculturalfestival.com/
some info on it.
www.sixthseal.com/events/borneo-cultural-festival
this blogger has all the fun he had during the festivities.
http://borneotip.blogspot.com/2009/07/borneo-cultural-festival-2009-sibu-town.html
here another guy who talks about borneo and borneo itself.

whenever people ask me what sibu has compared to other?
i probably would answer them that sibu is just sibu. you can't say anything unless you experience it yourself. i won't underestimate sibu neither expecting too high of it. sibu is just a nice feel good getaway holiday. Wanna come to sibu?

Jul 1, 2009

TidAK!! NOOooooO.. (o.O)'''

Next week new sem will begin.. Tie me up. Bury me down under. I don't wan't to back to kl!!. Sibu... m gonna mis u.. (T.T) Lama da cuti.. Best nye.. lama x update.. kering..

nothing much happen time holidae.
xcept... Gawai, which was hell of a celebration anyway.
In case you guys responding with WTF is Gawai.. lemme explain.


Every year, iban people planted their rice for food. so they plant and yada yada yada..
The rice is ripe during the 6th month of the year. this time they harvest it with friends and family. finish harvesting. one guys had an idea. "maybe we should celebrate this day. especially after all the hard work being put into it. hm..." The idea was first thought to be just a simple family gathering turn into tradition which is celebrated until now. heheh. to put matters into mo precise and simple words. so that i will not confuse those delicate minds.


talk about celebration.. this is my long house..
it's a long longhouse. 100++ families.. Impressive huh..



waseh..


Jauh...
nenek tua si bongkok tiga siang mlam bejaga2..



heheh.. so on the 1st of June we iban people in Sarawak celebrate it of course. and to the neighbouring state Sabah, happy Kaamatan (theirs on 30 july). Sorry me not sure how to say it in Kadazan Dusun. eheheheehhe.. Long story short i always waited for june. it's my favourite time of the year. (till i forgot to update my blog) sowe..

So.. See you guys after the break.. and all..

May 19, 2009

That Seven Days..

For our special semester programme we are having seven working days of SOP(School Orientation Programme). It was a new experience for us future teacher cohortV IPIK. Lots of things have happened but first sorry for not updating my blog for a longggGGggggg time. To be frank, none of us were expecting what for the sop, especially since it include the preschooler. How the hell we are to do things with the preschool?? We haven't even been taught the methodology of teaching. Nak ngajar? Bahasa pon x btol? after dozens of explanation. La.. it was just observing.. Lega.. btw, the experience was one of the kind. sk bndar bru sri petaling 1 was just simply stunning. they are of course a great school. (Bangga le tu.. (",) kishishishi) people said that pic was enough to tell everything. so here are some of them.










the one in the middle with yellow shirt mama Siti (kitorg kak siti je)


Yg ni.. aKsi memberus gigi.. Dari hujung.. Haiqal, Kar-Q, Raj, N Atikah Balqis. brus smpai putih..

The Quietest of them all.. choong soon you.. Snyum pon nak kna pksa ckgu gak.

Ni nma dia Sabrina.. Sori ye kat sebelah bkan adhwa.. hehhehe Yg sblah alif... playboy kelas..

Wahyi Hidayat.. Suka bwat muka.. Nakal.. Kaya tu.. hobi dia main golf..


Future teachers.

ni yg dtg time tu.. kalu ikutkan kar-q, soon you, n aisyah x dtg..


sekian. Pas ni mesti dorg cari cikgu.. hahahhahahh.. conclusion? Sop open up eyes.. mula mmg xnak.. da cuti pastu mcm xnak habih plak.. kishishishis.. will miss all o' 'em..