Thursday, November 27, 2008

Exam Week

Assalamualaikum bloggie..

My students are about to sit for their final exam next week. Crunch time for them with MKK and last minute ass-saving assignment or extra credit works. Hmm...tiring. I am on my annual leave for a week, and it didn't feel like all. First, I miss work. I miss the food at the cafeteria!(my god...hahahaha) I miss my daily hu-ha at the office, and the phone keeps on ringing... Have I started falling in love with this place??!!! (nooo......hmm...?)

Anyway, I managed to stay away from some of you know-who :) Pa, u knew ..i told u remember? think again ...But it's kinda hard to not notice his absence...'coz he's forever more..PRESENT! adoii....dugaan sungguh i crazy ...sheesh....

and there u-know-who again as I'm writing this. ascending the throne...of my misery hahahahah apa aku merepek ni ......aiiigghhhh does it have to be that obvious sha ? hahahahaha ...masak aku ..masakkkkkkkkk!

hari ni aku kejam. any of my students who has disciplinary problem is barred from checking their standing grades. muhauhauhahaha...evil....hohohoho...

and am listening to archuleta's crush....aii kene atah batang idung sungguH!

Monday, November 17, 2008


Assalamualaikum bloggie..

I came to work and forgot my bag. adoii....i only have one red pen with me. what to mark? the papers are all in The Bag! uwaaaaaaaaaaaa....

SO i decided to check my portal. to my disbelief .......there they results....OH MY GOD....ALHAMDULILLAHHH YA ALLAH.....thank u thank u thank u ......the comments were surprisingly positive...and I was crying ...terima kasih Ya Tuhan...If I can Hug You ..I'd have!

I was jumping joy. And I am still smiling ...Allah SWT ..sudah terlalu banyak Memberi...Alhamdulillah Syukur...

To my friends ....thank you for being my life........Semoga Allah Limpahkan Blessings ...and Love to all of Y.O.U

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Down Memory Lane..

Assamualaikum bloggie,
this is one of my favorite poems when I was in college.
By Elizabeth Barret Browning
"How Do I Love Thee"

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth
and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need,
by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely,
as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely,
as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion
put to use
In my old griefs,
and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love
I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,

--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Assalamualaikum bloggie....
aiighh...past few days have been hectic with nothing. I recovered my sleeps. I reunited with my motivation and I found bliss in submission. Fate is faith. Deal with it a.c.
Last night I dreamed of Cherng (yes...The Cherng) after months of ...his nupz, I have decided to move on without him. The dream was sad. He came to me crying in my arms, even in my dream, I still LOVE him! *sigh...* then again ..a dream is just a dream...i'm not into magic ball or tarot card....all I know he's ..gone....

Luckily, I woke up fine. The dream didn't affect me. May be my subconscious zone is telling his love will never die. His love remains... (isn't it pathetic..hehehehehe)
I came to work smiling. Looking forward to my days. No turning back. I have chosen this path. The journey has begun and I shall continue to thrive...

To fish, you are a Nemo I will never forget. Your presence sparks my day. Unfortunately, you are not meant for my aquarium. You're a passer-by send by Allah SWT to cheer up my days...He knows I'm lonely without not-so-many good friends around with superb sense-of-humor and brain like you do. We speak the same emotion and laugh the similar joke. It is beautiful. Life is beautiful, and yeah.. You are remarkable. Your presence is felt and duly noted. Like the Wind, you too will pass...I can only feel your breeze, yet I cannot keep you....

L OVERS, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cage yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.
( Robert Frost )

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Cold-Blooded Sapien

Assalamualaikum bloggie..
I had a long month... a tiring and about to lose my temper-day. Today, my colleague has been very cruel towards me. What have I done to deserve that? I do not know what is in his mind. But i am really offened by his behavior. His sayings in the forum about me were just hurtful.
I cannot even look at him. Fish, tell me what should I heart aches...even when writing this eyes are watery....I had enough. My life has been ripped apart infront of me and now you too...did this to me?

How COLD BLOODED can you be ...