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.