berulang pegi toilet: rasanya dah seratus kali.
sejam = sepuluh kali.
bermula = sebelas malam semalam.
sehingga sekarang = tak berhenti, tapi dah kurang.
jumlah Oralites yang diminum = 2 peket.
jumlah Charcoal = 2 bijik.
jumlah teh keras = secawan, pahit nak mampus.
jumlah page yang berjaya di'translate' = almost six.
pening kepala = countless.
ah...i want yesterday! yesterday when i was feeling on top of the world.
now kena kensel latihan bola jaring HEA. sorry kak zam!
urgh..damn dining hall. kalau mcm ginila gayanya korang bagi makan kat budak2 U**M, memang sahla rosak kaum aku.
haram betul.i hope your cafe exploded one day, so that no other human would sakit perut like i'm having right now.
damn.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Kalam Allah.
Orang kata, kalau benda dah nak jadi, jadila.
Whatever will be, will be.
Today, out of the blue, my mum came to Dungun.
"Mok nok kelloh* nge mung la nih, bawok lauk sutong goreng pedas. Ya* gi la beli nasik." she said over the phone. (Kelloh = berkelah/picnic, Ya = nama manja, only closest family address me with that nickname)
Mak oh mak. I've just finished marking 3 out of 75 of my students' essays.
"Marilah. (Come-lah!)" Ape lagi nak cakap? She didn't come here for nothing anyways, she drove an hour and a half just to deliver me a letter from ITNMB.
Few weeks ago I sent an application to Institut Terjemahan Negara Malaysia Berhad for a translation project. After an email confirming my application, a bulk of letter came containing a letter (duh~~) and a six-page English text, waiting to be translated into Malay. A Test. Interesting.
Today, mother opened the letter on my behalf and called me, along with that message about picnic with her youngest daughter. (I never really agreed on this you're-not-home-so-I-open-your-letter-thing but what the heck. As long as it's not from a vampire or something. Must be written in blood eh?)
I.Am.Excited.
I don't know why or how did translation becomes a passion, but it does work to relieve some tension, plus that extra money for occasional trips to shopping mall!
So here I am, trying to perah this rusted brain for some ideas on putting forward the language skill that I have. (Read: SKILL~~)
Mak oh Mak. What would I do without you? An hour and a half drive from KT to Dungun for a job that I might (or might not) have?
When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother what would I be,
Will I be pretty, will I be rich,
That's what she said to me.
Que sera sera,
Whatever will be, will be,
The future's not ours to see,
Que sera sera,
What will be, will be.
Whatever will be, will be.
Today, out of the blue, my mum came to Dungun.
"Mok nok kelloh* nge mung la nih, bawok lauk sutong goreng pedas. Ya* gi la beli nasik." she said over the phone. (Kelloh = berkelah/picnic, Ya = nama manja, only closest family address me with that nickname)
Mak oh mak. I've just finished marking 3 out of 75 of my students' essays.
"Marilah. (Come-lah!)" Ape lagi nak cakap? She didn't come here for nothing anyways, she drove an hour and a half just to deliver me a letter from ITNMB.
Few weeks ago I sent an application to Institut Terjemahan Negara Malaysia Berhad for a translation project. After an email confirming my application, a bulk of letter came containing a letter (duh~~) and a six-page English text, waiting to be translated into Malay. A Test. Interesting.
Today, mother opened the letter on my behalf and called me, along with that message about picnic with her youngest daughter. (I never really agreed on this you're-not-home-so-I-open-your-letter-thing but what the heck. As long as it's not from a vampire or something. Must be written in blood eh?)
I.Am.Excited.
I don't know why or how did translation becomes a passion, but it does work to relieve some tension, plus that extra money for occasional trips to shopping mall!
So here I am, trying to perah this rusted brain for some ideas on putting forward the language skill that I have. (Read: SKILL~~)
Mak oh Mak. What would I do without you? An hour and a half drive from KT to Dungun for a job that I might (or might not) have?
When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother what would I be,
Will I be pretty, will I be rich,
That's what she said to me.
Que sera sera,
Whatever will be, will be,
The future's not ours to see,
Que sera sera,
What will be, will be.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
cermin.
5.45 am
woke up, look at the mirror and asked myself this question:
is this really me i'm seeing?
where has that old spiritful me gone to?
comb my hair and sigh *its long now, long enough to tie in a bun*
showered, get dressed, and go to work
7.00 am
yeah, that's how early i get to work today
just to help a friend who's going to be evaluated by her senior
why evaluate when we know she's good at what she does???
8.00am
get to class.my students are all in a bad mood today.lost in a drama competition
its ok, darlings. its our first.everything has to go through that "first time" thing
no sweat.
10.00am
go to kfc.dam stupid manager wont let us in even though its 5 minutes to 10.30. neva mind
"lets go to pizza hut" said a friend
oh rite, PH opened at 11am
sat in the car and wait
now.1.35pm
hanging around at her house
no, we're not skipping work
no more class today
just taking a bit of rest from an unrestful weekend
and still can't get my mind off HIM.
woke up, look at the mirror and asked myself this question:
is this really me i'm seeing?
where has that old spiritful me gone to?
comb my hair and sigh *its long now, long enough to tie in a bun*
showered, get dressed, and go to work
7.00 am
yeah, that's how early i get to work today
just to help a friend who's going to be evaluated by her senior
why evaluate when we know she's good at what she does???
8.00am
get to class.my students are all in a bad mood today.lost in a drama competition
its ok, darlings. its our first.everything has to go through that "first time" thing
no sweat.
10.00am
go to kfc.dam stupid manager wont let us in even though its 5 minutes to 10.30. neva mind
"lets go to pizza hut" said a friend
oh rite, PH opened at 11am
sat in the car and wait
now.1.35pm
hanging around at her house
no, we're not skipping work
no more class today
just taking a bit of rest from an unrestful weekend
and still can't get my mind off HIM.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
what doesn't kill you...
Aha…three posts in a day. Seems like I have a lot to say. Actually, I do. I have a million things to say to this one person. And what I want to say can be found in these songs:
1. Whitney Houston - I will always love you
2. Leona Lewis – Better in time
3. Katy Perry – Thinking of you
4. Mariah Carey – Always be my baby
5. Ramlah Ram – Ketentuan
That’s it. I am currently speechless. I mean, when I decided to be honest with my own feelings, I didn’t expect the outcome to be this bad. Not THIS bad. I didn’t expect to be feeling so devastated and the feeling of nothingness keeps creeping back at me.
I guess the sadness will go away with time. But I don’t think I could ever forget him. Not ever.
But if forgetting him means that I would learn to find myself again amidst the confusion, maybe I should try it.
Forget him.
Maybe.
1. Whitney Houston - I will always love you
2. Leona Lewis – Better in time
3. Katy Perry – Thinking of you
4. Mariah Carey – Always be my baby
5. Ramlah Ram – Ketentuan
That’s it. I am currently speechless. I mean, when I decided to be honest with my own feelings, I didn’t expect the outcome to be this bad. Not THIS bad. I didn’t expect to be feeling so devastated and the feeling of nothingness keeps creeping back at me.
I guess the sadness will go away with time. But I don’t think I could ever forget him. Not ever.
But if forgetting him means that I would learn to find myself again amidst the confusion, maybe I should try it.
Forget him.
Maybe.
Hati dia
Tulisan ini
Untuk dia
Bukan untuk orang lain
Kerana yang punya hati itu
Hati dia
Bukan hati orang lain
Yang aku sayang
Sayang dia
Bukan orang lain
Yang terluka
Hati aku
Bukan hati orang lain
Aku pilih dia
Bukan orang lain
Kerana yang mengerti
Hanya dia
Bukan orang lain
Yang menemaniku
Dia
Bukan orang lain
Yang selama ini aku tunggu
Dia
Bukan orang lain
Tapi
Aku bukan pilihan dia
Orang lain
Pilihan dia.
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