On Eagles' Wings

I was reprimanded the other day - very subtly, but not really - on the way I dressed. This semester was going to be the first time I had classes with my mentor in the Faculty of Education. We were doing Psycholinguistics, the combination of psychology and linguistics (which she mentioned in her lecture I think more than 3 times >.<) When I met her during our sessions (I'm using the plural here only cos I've gone to her like, twice), she seemed rather nice. I genuinely believed she was nice. She asked me about myself during our first session, and then subsequently asked me to write an introduction essay on myself and to hand it in to her ( macam real assignment jer ). I had this belief that it would be good to have someone to confide in while I'm here. Someone I can really come to for advice and help should I need anything. I guess, I thought it would not hurt to have someone on my side, you know? So I guess you could say that I poured my heart and soul into t...

I dislike last minute details. I really do. I dislike people telling me at the last minute that things need to be changed from what we have been preparing before this. It makes me nervous. And panicky. And few-beats-short-of-a-heart-attack-y. What do I mean? Oh well, perhaps something like the Timbalan Menteri Pengajian Tinggi showing up for our performance on Friday night? Darn him. Why does he have to come? As if he was interested in UKM first years' Malam Tunas Seni anyways. Why don't he just go back where he came from and leave us alone. All these orang besar-besar are such a pain in the *censored* 'Cos of him, we had to shorten ALL our performances. They even suggested cutting out our Varsiti Kita and Ilmu, Mutu dan Budi that the first years' have been practising in parts for the past four days! NOT an easy thing to do. They have been practising so hard. And the PCs and volunteers have worked our butts off to get them ready to perform those two s...

OMG. It has been ages since I last blogged. Did not seem to have the mood lately. I took loads of photos though, with the intention of posting them up. But....never did in the end. Don't feel like doing that now either. I am back in UKM, helping out with the first years' orientation, or Minggu Mesra Pelajar (MMP). Insanely tiring, and stressful. Gosh, looking back on those days during my MMP, I was oblivious to everything that was going on. Now that I'm a pemudahcara (PC) or facilitator - like, OMG OMG OMG. So many things to worry about!!! If ever I experience a moment of insanity and even mention ever becoming a PC again, I give you guys the permission to shoot me in the head before I do. Never. I just can't take the pressure. This is the first, and the LAST time. Anyways, too many things have happened. And I'm lazy to talk about it here. But, there was something that actually made me feel like blogging again! I watched Cinderella 3. Yes, t...

My first Teacher's Day present!! :) Awwwww. So sweet of you. Thank you, Yu-Chen. I really appreciate it loads!! It was so strange being wished a very "Happy Teacher's Day!" by students. Felt a sense of pride reciting the teacher's oath we renew every year on this special day, and also singing our song : Guru Malaysia Kami guru Malaysia Berikrar dan berjanji Mendidik dan memimpin Putera puteri negara kita Pada Seri Paduka Kami tumpahkan setia Rukun negara kita Panduan hidup kami semua Di bidang pembangunan Kami tetap bersama Membantu Membina Negara yang tercinta Amanah yang diberi Kami tak persiakan Apa yang kami janji Tunai tetap kami tunaikan Bangga :)

Pn. Poga, my mentor, had an English class with my brother's class, 5 Ixora, the other day. So I followed her into the class to observe her. And yes, I have gotten over the awkwardness of being greeted as "teacher". Just a little. :P After introducing them to two new poems ( O My Luve Is Like A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns and The Clod and The Pebble by William Blake) and discussing the meanings and interpretations with the class, she had them write a poem of their own. It could be themed love, or anything else. I have to say, I was impressed with some of the pieces they came up with in like, what, twenty minutes? Very impressed indeed. :) While they were writing, I wrote one of my own. I wanted to write about love. But I did not want to write about how great love is. Or how painful it can be sometimes. My poem's not much. And it's short. But oh well. I like it :) Here goes: What Love Is Like ~Lisa Kwan~ Like a reflection in the mirror Unreach...

My hero. Kris Allen. American Idol 2009. With a unique and special voice, he sings with passion, like he has given his heart and soul on a silver platter just for you. He has the funniest (and cutest) expressions when he sings! Him playing on the piano, or on his acoustic guitar, coupled together with his beautiful angelic voice - simply heaven :) And it doesn't hurt that he looks the way he does either. Super CUTE. :P Too bad he's married. Damn. >.<  His wife is one lucky woman. Shucks. Anywayyyy Congratulations Kris Allen! From the moment I first heard you sing you were MY favourite. :) Despite everything, you gave the final performance your ALL as you have always done. You deserve this win. Sigh.  Will you ever come visit? Please do.  I'm sure if you had met me before you met your wife it will be a whole different story.  Mrs. Kris Allen?  Me: Yes? Your husband is hot. Me: *grin* I know.

I celebrated Teacher's Day by going for a perkembangan staf meeting in school at 8.00am today. Yippee. How annoying. Like teachers are not tired enough working five days a week, they get you to come back in to school on a Saturday morning as well. >.<   Might as well get used to it now, right? There will be plenty more to come when I begin my teaching career. >.<  Anyways, it has been pretty fun so far. Every day, a different teacher will belanja me. One day was Pn. Vimala. Then it was Pn. Lee Mee Hong. And the next day was Pn. Tan Peik Lee. Okay, settle down people, settle down! Don't quarrel. ALL of you will have the honour of treating me to breakfast! So, who wants to treat me Monday? Pn. X? Perfect!! *perasan* I have learned a lot. Got many tips from Pn. Soo on handling problem children in class. But more importantly, she tells me of her pains from past experiences. Her burdens for the school. And I am saddened by the way the world is today. ...