How to beat Monday Blues.

I could not help but feeling so lazy to go out to class this morning. It’s not because I wanted to  continue sleeping. It’s just that I felt like be cocooned in my house. Dear lecturers, can we get exception going to classes if we had to finish our assignments? Doing assignment alone is taking up more than the contact hour with you so why not? kan?

I am now lazing around, it’s lunch break and having Nasi Ayam made me thinking of bed.

Urgh, okay lets get back to my main point. I have yet find a way to beat the wanting-to-just-stay-at-home feelings, but I found out how to cheer myself up, with hope that if I am cheerful, I will have the semangat to go to classes.

Try to watch this, and surely you will laugh till your heart stops. (okay hopefully not la, but I laughed till one of my lungs is about to collapse)

I have been introduced to Cikgu Shida by my ex-roomate and the roar of laughter are still echoing in my ears when I watched her lip-syncing.

As a TESL student, we have taken up drama class which one of the requirements is to lip-sync. How I wish I have been exposed to Cikgu Shida when we were about to lip-sync. Haha. It was hilarious considering that we were given one day to berangan being an artist.

Not only that, our performance was recorded by the faculty technician and I am sure my lecturer will show it to dearest juniors to expose them how to lip-sync. (Malu!)We were given a microphone to hold and God, it felt like the mic was shaking all the way to finish the song.

Oh ya, the song I lip-synced was Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. We did not have the opportunity to do as Cikgu Shida is doing. Female students can only mime/ lip-sync to female artist song.

I am not her fan yet I am not her hater as well. In this case, I’d rather be ambivalent.  Well, to her haters out there, chillax la. If you hate her, don’t watch her. If you hate her so much, keep it to yourself. In terms of her profession, I don’t think she’s doing anything against what Ministry of Education has outlined. As long as she does her job than she deserves to be a teacher. That’s just my take on this issue.

Anyways, I still laugh whenever I watch her videos.

I could listen to this all day

Today I had classes only till afternoon, and as I planned earlier, right after lunch I will start doing my other assignments. What happened later was that yours truly dozed of like a baby. There goes my plan. I need to get started yet I don’t have any semangat to do so. I feel like going out, to Sunway perhaps before resuming my pace to do work. I am so damn terrified for this semester. Every day is like another day during final exam. So to unwind, I have been watching this video.

Comel, aren’t they?

From a father to a daughter.

Today is my childhood bestfriend’s birthday. I would still love to call her my bestfriend as I used to promise her to be one for life, but as distance grew us apart, circumstances have changed, we no longer confide in each other. Nevertheless, she is always dear to my heart, and so I hope I will always be dear to hers.

Anyways, as I wrote a birthday wish on her Facebook’s wall, I came across with her father’s wish, which I am smitten by. Such sincere and simple wish, which someone else’s daughter can relate to (in this case, yours truly )

So here is the wish ;

Setahun telah berlalu, it mean satu tahun telah berkurangan umur kita, so penuhkan sisa yang berbaki dengan amalan dan bekalan untuk kealam yang kekal abadi, anyway selamat hari jadi, insyallah will deposit to your TH’s account RM5k for… as per promise.

p.s. Oh ya, scratch that RM 5k gift. If it’s not in Tabung Haji’s account I can get her to belanja me lah. Hehe.

I love thee, not for thy perfection but for thy flaws

Coming up with such title is by far my first attempt to incorporate Shakespeare’s language in my life. I have been assigned to analyze a sonnet and I anticipate my final work, but for the time being (as the analysis is still on progress) here I embed the sonnet.

SONNET 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

If you are interested to know more, or to learn its translation, please click HERE.

Happy reading, and digesting

I am not smart.

I am just smarter more experienced. I think my bestie has mistakenly believe that my intention of nagging about her being so timid is to prove that I am smart. No. I am not smart la. I am just finding her way to ease her worries. Nevertheless I am still guilty for using the irritable approach.

Instead of telling her nicely, I resorted to use abusive words. Not abusive words, but abusive tone. You know, just when your mom started nagging. It always feel like if nagging was a sport, they (the moms) already win an Olympic and I think, I, too have won an Olympic. She nearly ended up in tears as I could not stop my babbling.

twenty two

 

There is something I have yet to tell you..

There was one time when I was in library, I left my access card in a photocopy machine and before I left, there was a guy calling for me behind my back. “Sorry, miss ,you left your card” – Before I turned back, there was one brief second I was hoping it was you. But he was not.

There was one time in my faculty, I distinguished a scent of your perfume, and  I felt like following the person who I thought was you. And for a moment, I was hoping it was you.

I am now going to meet my friends, and I am hoping you will call me saying you’re in front of my door. But I know you will not. Nevertheless, I am still hoping.

And with that, smile your sweet smile, for knowing you’re close to my heart.

Happy birthday and I wish you will get what you wish.

I love you.

Things are meant to be broken..

Things are meant to be broken, so are my drive shafts.

Things are meant to be broken, so is my heart.

Things are meant to be broken, but they can still be repaired.

My heart is broken, but it will take a long time to heal.

My car had produced annoying sounds for the last several months and it was getting even more annoying starting this January. I have been telling my dad to come and see what is wrong with my car, since I know nothing about car. He was so busy and I was too lazy to go to Perodua service centre to check what is wrong with my babe.

Then my patience had come to an end and I finally had time to repair my car. Which cost me a large sum of money. Not to mention, it was the money my mom gave as my birthday present. There goes my retail therapy. :’(

I can still earn money, or in my case, pretty much of asking my dad’s. Do you really think I can get money that easily? My dad recently has involved in a business so there is no money coming yet. We are financially unstable.

And I cannot help but feeling like a burden to my dad, as well as my sister.

I am blaming no one but me for being so stupid and let others drive my car. That’s my biggest mistake ever. Someone please stab me in my heart for I have been repeating my mistake – to trust someone so easily.

I am still low, thinking that trusting someone has its price. Now I am shedding my tears regretting my past days when I trust someone will take care of my car. Yet I am helpless thinking that it is not his fault because it was me who let this matter worse.

Sighs. Why I always be hard on myself. I need to give myself a break and stop blaming myself.

Now I vow not to fall into that trap again and will learn how to say NO. NO is the hardest word to utter when someone asks me for something but it will now be my mantra.

And yay, I just updated my planner with all important dates as I need to get back on track, my focus for this semester is to achieve a DL. So why wasting my time thinking on the past. Grr.