T.A.L.K

A talk.

I loved talking and chit-chatting with friends, mak cik and pak cik that i come across at the kampung.

But to deliver an academic-style talk, with regards to LEADERSHIP...hoho..definitely not my cup of tea.

Should i talk about leaders in general...or just instinctively pick up any topic that interests me about leadership??

Or i just stick to the plain, academic lecture approach...tackling an issue in a one-way traffic that the backbenches will succeed in dozing off in style..

Im stuck...and you??

Home sweet home.......

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~Home sweet home~

There is nothing to compare with the luxurious, little time spent at home.
Working elsewhere, in not-so-healthy environment makes me feel like..urghh.
My little heart seems to murmur itself..

'Oh goodness, when exactly the bell will ring so i can make my escape ASAP to the campus and refresh back my little mind??''

Honestly, i feel very bitter. I hate being in the school because of 'that'. I hate to attend all the meetings because of 'that'. I despise to look straight at 'that'...anytime..anywhere...in the school because of 'that. I HATE 'THAT'.

HATE...
is indeed a scary virus that seeps through your head and eventually could make u feel very sick at heart...oohh..when exactly the time to forgive and forget would register into my little head??I find it is very easy to forgive the little tots when they turned into little 'devils' in the class..but in real-life, when your life is at stake..your heart is worried sick because of having no-roof-over-your-head...you had done all the consultations..you had done the calls...you had put your trust into that 'so-called-wise and trustable' person...you ended up with 'no-roof-over-your-head' on your way back to the place at 8PM from the campus..wearied and exhausted..via a selfish-sound-SMS!!

Guess what happen...after you read that SMS..wearied and tired..then being told you are NOT WELCOME because the house is kinda full and is not comfortable for an extra young girl to share a roof-over-the-head...via SMS...

I wiped off a swept of tears...feeling very bitter...towards the SMS..and then worried sick where to spent the night..

HOME is the best place. In my little head, i plan to travel back and fro (3 hours drive altogether), 3 days to the campus until 7pm..reach home around 8pm..next morning 5.30 am drive straight to school because of having no-roof-over-my-head...but thankfully, somebody is soooooooooo kind offered a place, a room for me to stay together with the parents.

I was SAVED and felt soooooooooooooo grateful with the offer.
They are strangers to me, whom i never know until late december last year.
Yet, they're the ones who have the BIGGEST heart which i could never repay...except for endless string of thanks...

Thank you so much for letting me to stay in a 'HOME'.
And thank you ALLAH,for letting me experience the road-less-travelled...for YOU know what is the BEST in-store for me. I believe these trials are hidden with wholesome significance underneath..which i never know. But YOU did. And YOU have save me. With a HOME over my head.

Ameen.

I can only smile....

I can only smile.

Looking back at the series of events taking place this late December had made me realized that over time, people could changed drastically. Including me.

I was brought up to live up to principle; a life principle that should in line with Islamic teaching.Years spent in Jasin Jr. Sc. College was my kick-start of the 'enlightment' process, which i felt truly grateful although tears were often wept in silence!At that time, i suffered a lot of confusions, while trying my best to cope with the regimented academic schedule (up until now, i still can't agree with the rationale!) as i wished to make my parents proud and happy. That was the only way to repay their absolute affection and care on me.

Later, during tertiary years..i was away..thousand and thousand miles away from home..in a FOREIGN land. I learnt the lesson of life; as well as a sidelong journey with few GOOD comrades to launch few exciting journeys to several Europe countries. Seeking new experience with 'aliens' from foreign lands was almost unbelievable to me, who once always feel inferior about meeting new people...
And now, i am about to SETTLE DOWN with a gentleman, virtuos and gentle....this coming March.haha..

Life is indeed strange..akin to a box of Chocolates...

400km's rainy-journey..

It was a 400km trip.

I was in doubt at first,whether i should car-pool with the other girls, or catch an express bus and overnight at the nearest hotel.
Thankfully, this ''persona" offered to drive and keep me company..LUCKY!!All the way from Mersing to Muadzam, the weather was pretty chilly. It was raining all day and the water rose almost immediately at certain places (i.e.Tg Gemuk, Rompin and K.Rompin). This was not a promising sign, but we crossed our finger for luck.

Anyway,
To the dearest persona, Thank you for not speeding. Thank you for the smooth driving. And thank you so much, for keeping me safe and sound, in one piece.

My half a day,400km's journey ended with a weary yet cheerful smile.Hehe..

foolish alibis??

Something to ponder about...and rhetorically question our code of ethics!


Call me irresponsible – call me unreliable
Throw in undependable too
Do my foolish alibis bore you
Well I’m not too clever – I just adore you

Call me unpredictable – tell me I’m impractical
Rainbows I’m inclined to pursue
Call me irresponsible – yes I’m unreliable
But it’s undeniably true – I’m irresponsibly mad for you

- Sammy Cahn (1962), credit to Saifulislam.com

Asam pedas..

-The steaming hot and scrumptious asam pedas-

Friday is always special, not only because it is the 'penghulu' of all days in Islamic Calendar..something good and fabulous seems to unleash coincedently on that day.
As usual, my impromptu decision to drive back home will take place on friday because of many reasons. And, i struck luck and double joy as mum called me that she had cooked scrumptious asam pedas at home!!

hehe...no need to stop by to fill up the grumbling tummy ..asam pedas special is waiting!!!!

What i do next is turn my focus on the road to speed up and reach home right before 1.30pm..nak salam mum and said thanks personally..ambik berkat Jumaat maa..

Mum,love your asam pedas very much..erkk..bila nak belajar masak asam pedas kaw-kaw macam ma ni??ouwww...

Me, the 'P' driver..;)

Through the misty, rainy days-

People once gasped at me when i confessed that i didn't have a driving license and got no slightest idea how to drive at all. Its not that i don't want to drive, i love to but study always keeps me busy, plus i hate to ask my parents to pay for the driving school fees. A glance at one school made my blood turns cold...whoaa..it is DOWNRIGHT expensive, almost to RM1K for a 'B' class license.Haha...from that day onwards, i promised myself that i would definitely get a license as i stepped into the harsh-working world.

Well, it sounds pretty cool yeah to work it off on your own, but hey...the stumbling-block for my case was quite...erm..complicated. I took MONTHS to finish off the 'L' successfully, adding extra hours because of my 'kura-kura' skills to catch up the manual-driving tricks..HAIYAAA..but still, the shed of tears, sweat and blood paid finally as i MIRACULOUSLY passed my driving test at 1st-take!!!

Alhamdulillah.......and kudo's to 'akak', who had patiently guide, preach and drill me to bloom now as a full-fledged DRIVER.

~As smooth as flowing water~

Erm..many thought that i would get a hand on a flashy, sporty, 4-WD-type of a car (a secret wish, that is!) but i shared brilliant moments with my dear buddies, who suggested that a 2nd-hand car is not a bad deal. Plus, it fits our meagre budget as a coming-to-be-M.A scholar and a full-time educationist whose payscale is ermm...so-so okay, but i am worried about savings..because it is hard to save with such little pay!

Well..u reap what u harvest...what i reap, i believe will turn out as a brilliant harvest in afterlife.Ameeen.......

After much thinking( and flipping over PAGES of autocars,for sure!) i come with a conclusion. I need a car that is :
-easily manuevered,
-mobile everywhere
-giving me a smooth ride,
-cosy and comfortable for petite drivers like me!haha..
-fuel-wise, economical in its maintainance

So my dears, i decided on this model as my 1st official ride of few years to come...tadaaaaa...Let me introduce to you my beloved 2nd home::A-MALAYSIAN-MINI-COOPER= THE KELISA!!!

p/s The 'P' tag is scandalous.I noticed that many male-drivers always overtake me RECKLESSLY because of my 'P'tag.Siap toleh-toleh masa overtake..sabar je..ishkkk