The heat is just rising as I type this entry. Maybe that is the reason why I am not able to sleep soundly the past few days.
I am so sleepy I can go on hibernation for the rest of my life (okay, exaggeration.)
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Just Dandy
Tired of staring at the screen on my mobile.
Received less remuneration due to new employment status.
Stomach growling non-stop because I skipped breakfast.
Sweating profusely (I blame it on the weather).
Then my ex-lecturer rang...
Received less remuneration due to new employment status.
Stomach growling non-stop because I skipped breakfast.
Sweating profusely (I blame it on the weather).
Then my ex-lecturer rang...
Miss J (MJ): Hello, Liz.
Miss Liza (ML): Hello, Miss J. Wassup?
MJ: I am sure this piece of news will make you very happy.
ML: Oh really ah? Eh tell me lei. Hehehehe
MJ: Out of the 3 speakers for that career seminar the other day, my students were VERY impressed with YOU. They even thought you were related to me. They also thought you were very good. You spoke very clear, confident and good English.
ML: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOODNESS! THIS REALLY IS GOOD NEWS!
All it takes is one phone call to brighten up one's day. That was the phone call I needed. It made me realise my potential and put everything into perspective once again.
Alhamdullillah.
Miss Liza (ML): Hello, Miss J. Wassup?
MJ: I am sure this piece of news will make you very happy.
ML: Oh really ah? Eh tell me lei. Hehehehe
MJ: Out of the 3 speakers for that career seminar the other day, my students were VERY impressed with YOU. They even thought you were related to me. They also thought you were very good. You spoke very clear, confident and good English.
ML: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOODNESS! THIS REALLY IS GOOD NEWS!
All it takes is one phone call to brighten up one's day. That was the phone call I needed. It made me realise my potential and put everything into perspective once again.
Alhamdullillah.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Tell me your favourite song..
I have to say merci to Suzie for suggesting this to me. This is the perfect song to accompany me on this mission of mine.
It will take me about a year before I can finally say whether or not my mission is a success. One year is a long wait, seriously speaking. I am just afraid that I might give up half way on my mission. Oh ALLAH, grant me the strength.
However, I don't think I need to worry on that. That's because I know I have my friends who will smack me and wake me up should I ever choose to give up half way. Heh. Alhamdullillah. I am blessed to have such lovely buddies. Woo Hoo!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
HeartBreak Hotel
It's definitely the break-up season. I am certain of that.
Everybody is breaking up. She is breaking up. So is he. And then she is breaking up as well as she and he and she and she and he. Gosh! Too much heartache is going around. I think, like fever, heartache is contagious.
I wish I could take the pain away from these people. They may or may not be people who are dear to me but I still wish I could take the pain away with the wave of a magic wand (Which seems to be missing at this moment). But wait a minute.....No, no, no. What was I thinking. Shesh! No magic wand is needed. In fact, nothing else is needed to take the pain away. No magic potions, no magic wand, no magic at all. All you need is YOURSELF. All you need is to make a choice. Choose wisely, my dears.
Personally, I believe that we all have choices in any situations. How we feel afterwards solely depends on the choices we make NOW. The early stages of a break-up are definitely the hardest. You are getting used to not being with that one person whom you are very used to. But healing takes time. There's where you will be at a crossroad - where you will need to make a choice to stay heartbroken or making the effort to heal your heart and ultimately, yourself.
Even after one makes the choice to heal oneself, that does NOT guarantee that one will feel better overnight. Come on, be realistic. It does not just go away with the blink of an eye. It takes time. With determination, belief and a strong faith, you will be healed. I strongly believe that ultimately, ALLAH s.w.t will allow you to meet your soulmate who is meant for you and who will definitely be better than the previous person.
Everything happens for a reason. We may not know the real reason initially solely because we are not able to think straight - our minds are clogged with the pain and sorrow of the heartbreak. But with constant prayers and trust in faith, we will eventually be able to. Insya ALLAH.
So my dear friends, do not despair. I know that the pain can be so unbearable, it seems to suffocate you at time. But it will go away and believe that ALLAH s.w.t will not burden us with things we cannot carry. Have faith, my dearies.
As for me, well....I am healing. The pain lingers but I have made my choice and I will stick to it. I am making effort to live my life and be all that I am. I am even putting myself up for blind dates. Oh gosh! I cannot believe I just typed that on the world wide web. Heh. But hey, that's okay, right? I am single and am on a spree to meet new people. Hehehehe...I think the new number by Stacie Orrico basically sums it all up. YOU are always on my mind but hey.....just listen to this song by Stacie Orrico? I don't think there will be any need for words then. d;D
Everybody is breaking up. She is breaking up. So is he. And then she is breaking up as well as she and he and she and she and he. Gosh! Too much heartache is going around. I think, like fever, heartache is contagious.
I wish I could take the pain away from these people. They may or may not be people who are dear to me but I still wish I could take the pain away with the wave of a magic wand (Which seems to be missing at this moment). But wait a minute.....No, no, no. What was I thinking. Shesh! No magic wand is needed. In fact, nothing else is needed to take the pain away. No magic potions, no magic wand, no magic at all. All you need is YOURSELF. All you need is to make a choice. Choose wisely, my dears.
Personally, I believe that we all have choices in any situations. How we feel afterwards solely depends on the choices we make NOW. The early stages of a break-up are definitely the hardest. You are getting used to not being with that one person whom you are very used to. But healing takes time. There's where you will be at a crossroad - where you will need to make a choice to stay heartbroken or making the effort to heal your heart and ultimately, yourself.
Even after one makes the choice to heal oneself, that does NOT guarantee that one will feel better overnight. Come on, be realistic. It does not just go away with the blink of an eye. It takes time. With determination, belief and a strong faith, you will be healed. I strongly believe that ultimately, ALLAH s.w.t will allow you to meet your soulmate who is meant for you and who will definitely be better than the previous person.
Everything happens for a reason. We may not know the real reason initially solely because we are not able to think straight - our minds are clogged with the pain and sorrow of the heartbreak. But with constant prayers and trust in faith, we will eventually be able to. Insya ALLAH.
So my dear friends, do not despair. I know that the pain can be so unbearable, it seems to suffocate you at time. But it will go away and believe that ALLAH s.w.t will not burden us with things we cannot carry. Have faith, my dearies.
As for me, well....I am healing. The pain lingers but I have made my choice and I will stick to it. I am making effort to live my life and be all that I am. I am even putting myself up for blind dates. Oh gosh! I cannot believe I just typed that on the world wide web. Heh. But hey, that's okay, right? I am single and am on a spree to meet new people. Hehehehe...I think the new number by Stacie Orrico basically sums it all up. YOU are always on my mind but hey.....just listen to this song by Stacie Orrico? I don't think there will be any need for words then. d;D
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Mission Lizzie's Childhood Reality Dream
DETERMINATON
In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.
Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.
Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.
The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.
"We told them so."
"Crazy men and their crazy dreams."
"It`s foolish to chase wild visions."Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.
He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.
It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.
He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.
For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances.
It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.
Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.
Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.
Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.
Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.
I am working towards realising one of my many childhood fantasies. I attempted it once but I failed. Nonetheless, I was proud of myself because I took the first step by plucking up my courage and throwing myself into a world that was so foreign to me but which I envied from afar.
However, things are improving now. Alhamdullillah. Eventhough the improvements (in myself) does not guarantee the success of making that fantasy a reality, I am willing to give it another try. The people around me are doubtful. I made a mistake of asking for their opinion - on whether they think I can achieve it. Despite the dissappointing answers, I believe in myself. I will try my very best to make it through this time.
Just like Roebling, I am certain that the journey will not be smooth sailing but I am strong. I am certain too that there will be circumstances as well as people who will try to break my dreams.
I really hope that I can achieve it. Besides the amount of efforts I shall put in, I will continue to pray to ALLAH s.w.t and hopefully, HE will guide me through this - whatever the outcome may be.
I guess it was a blessing that YOU came and went. The strength I am finding in myself now is what keeps me going and will get me through this mission of mine. Insya ALLAH. Wish me luck, my dears.
Friday, June 16, 2006
No LAUGHing matter
I was online and experiencing writer's block yesterday night. So when I was chatting on MSN (One of the wonders of the WWW), Kidrah suggested that I blog about...why people laugh. Initially, I thought it was a rather dumb idea (Sorry, girl). It is such a simple question but quite mind-boggling if you sit down and really try to find the answer to the question.
I decided to ask myself that question. The first answer that comes to mind would be: to release tension. Whoever created the saying, laughter is the best medicine, is a genius and a real happy one at that. I absolutely agree with that saying.
Laughter is the exact antidote for my down moments. I feel extremely better after a good chill-out-laugh-till-menonggeng laughing session with the girls (or guys). It's not running away from my problems. But sometimes, you need to step away from the tension and forget about it for a while. Most of the time, I became more focused after the chill-out. Personally, laughing does the trick for me.
Frankly, above was the only answer I can think of. So how else can I get the answer? from the world wide web, of course. I decided to post the exact question on ask.com and I got a whole lot of results.
I decided to click on the very first result, which happened to be an excellent choice because the article answers my question down to the core.
So there you go. Problem solved. The world is good again. Hehe.
I decided to ask myself that question. The first answer that comes to mind would be: to release tension. Whoever created the saying, laughter is the best medicine, is a genius and a real happy one at that. I absolutely agree with that saying.
Laughter is the exact antidote for my down moments. I feel extremely better after a good chill-out-laugh-till-menonggeng laughing session with the girls (or guys). It's not running away from my problems. But sometimes, you need to step away from the tension and forget about it for a while. Most of the time, I became more focused after the chill-out. Personally, laughing does the trick for me.
Frankly, above was the only answer I can think of. So how else can I get the answer? from the world wide web, of course. I decided to post the exact question on ask.com and I got a whole lot of results.
I decided to click on the very first result, which happened to be an excellent choice because the article answers my question down to the core.
So there you go. Problem solved. The world is good again. Hehe.
Personality pop test
Okay, okay. I was bored so I went on a personality test spree for a while. Check out some of the test I did and the results I got.
Only 40% girly? That's not even half! Should I view that as a good thing or otherwise?
| 1) You Are 40% Girly |
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| 2) You Are a Passionate Kisser |
 You are the most likely type to kiss a sexy stranger Your kissing style is unpredictable and free spirited You could kiss anyone at a drop of a hat It's all about where your passion leads you |
Hehehehe...I like this one. True? Hmmmm.....
| 3) You Are Boyish Sexy |
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Now, THIS is my kind of sexy.
| 4) Your Vibe Is Somewhat Sexy |
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At least, I'm somewhat sexy. Heh.
| 5) You Attract A Good Amount of Guys |
 While you may not get the most offers in the room, You've got a good thing going - dating wise You could flirt more and dress up a bit to attract more guys But in general, you are doing just fine! |
Phew! Good to know I'm doing juuuust fine.
| 6) Men See You As Choosy |
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Choosy? Yikes!
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Today is the day I chose.
Today I am sick of feeling down when I think of YOU,
Today I have had enough of feeling sorry for myself,
Today I shall not bother the people surrounding me with my woes,
Today I will smile without the tears behind my eyes,
Today I will not fool myself into thinking that I am fine,
Today I view the world with positivity and not otherwise,
Today my life is a blessing and not a curse,
Today I learn that nothing is certain in this world,
Today I woke up with hope in my mind,
Today I am learning to let go of what I believe in,
Today my trust in FATE is stronger than ever,
Today I am learning to get up and wipe the dust off my shoulders,
Today I will pick myself up after I fell for YOU,
Today I shall learn to trust again,
Today I shall learn to love again,
Today I shall appreciate the smell of the flowers and the fresh air eventhough you're not with me,
Today I learnt a lesson about me,
Today I learn to trust myself again,
Today I chose to move on,
Today I was sorry,
Today I shall really feel the rain on my skin,
Today I am letting LIFE in,
Today I gotta be...Me,
The real ME. The ME who is strong and will get through the ups and downs of life. The ME who will always care for YOU but still learn to love again. The ME who will accept the truth with grace, and understanding no matter how hard it is. The ME who was mislead but now am found. The ME who was hurt but now stronger.
Today I am letting YOU go,
For we need to let go of the ones we love and if they are meant for us, he/she will come back. If not, ALLAH s.w.t will replace them with someone better. YOU told me that.
I am letting go of YOU,
YOU were my drug, my marijuana, my ganja, my fatal addiction, my Mr. Tour Guide, my Mr. Potential. I shall not chain myself to the memories of us or what we could be.
I have never doubted my feelings for YOU. What I said was true then, is still true and will always be true. Maybe love is too huge a word but my feelings for YOU were more than just words. I am sorry that we never had a chance. I forgive YOU and I understand YOUr predicament. Thank you for everything.
I am learning from this experience and will strive not to repeat my mistakes in the near future. I hope YOU will do the same and never, ever hurt another girl as how I was hurt because I don't think that they are as strong as I am.
I care for you so much and I will never stop caring. I hope ALLAH s.w.t. will allow our paths to cross again and maybe, just maybe...maybe we can then realise what it would be like being together. Insya ALLAH
But today...today I realise, for now, we are much better off as friends. The future is unpredictable and vast. We are not certain of what FATE has in store for us.
But whatever it is, only 1 thing is for sure; you will always be my friend - today, tomorrow and for the rest of time. Insya ALLAH.
Your friend forever,
Lizzie
Your friend forever,
Lizzie
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
BareFOOT
Who would walk down town barefooted? ME! Seriously, I would.
Frankly, I don't see any harm in doing that. My feet hurt like crazy. Don't get me wrong. I love wearing heels and but I was in so much pain after all the walking in my favourite pair of shoes. So I decided to just walk around...barefooted. Then I was asked a question,
"Liz, would you go barefooted like this if you are out with a guy?"
I replied, "Why not?"
Seriously, why not? I really don't see the reason why I should continue bearing the pain just so I will not look stupid when I walk next to a guy. By the way, who has the right to say that walking barefooted along Orchard Road is stupid? Not YOU, you or me. So who cares?
Let's turn the tables around and this time, the guy whom I am walking next to goes barefooted when we walk downtown. Okay, how would I, as a girl, feel about that? Frankly, I do not mind it at all. I am not saying this to justify my point earlier. Seriously, I don't mind.
That shows how secure he is with himself. That shows how comfortable he is about expressing himself. That shows how oblivious he is to the opinions of others. I am all for self-confidence, behbeh!
I love a man who is comfortable in his own skin. Someone who knows what he wants and goes out and strive for it. The whole world can disagree with his thinking but because of his determination, he WILL make it through and prove others wrong. Now I find THAT sexy!
Frankly, I don't see any harm in doing that. My feet hurt like crazy. Don't get me wrong. I love wearing heels and but I was in so much pain after all the walking in my favourite pair of shoes. So I decided to just walk around...barefooted. Then I was asked a question,
"Liz, would you go barefooted like this if you are out with a guy?"
I replied, "Why not?"
Seriously, why not? I really don't see the reason why I should continue bearing the pain just so I will not look stupid when I walk next to a guy. By the way, who has the right to say that walking barefooted along Orchard Road is stupid? Not YOU, you or me. So who cares?
Let's turn the tables around and this time, the guy whom I am walking next to goes barefooted when we walk downtown. Okay, how would I, as a girl, feel about that? Frankly, I do not mind it at all. I am not saying this to justify my point earlier. Seriously, I don't mind.
That shows how secure he is with himself. That shows how comfortable he is about expressing himself. That shows how oblivious he is to the opinions of others. I am all for self-confidence, behbeh!
I love a man who is comfortable in his own skin. Someone who knows what he wants and goes out and strive for it. The whole world can disagree with his thinking but because of his determination, he WILL make it through and prove others wrong. Now I find THAT sexy!
Monday, June 12, 2006
Mizundastood
My current choice of music video says what will be hard for YOU to accept.
Understand me.
Understand why I did what I did.
Understand how I could say those things I said to YOU, which I didn't mean to.
Understand how I can accept YOU for all that YOU are - YOUr weaknesses and strengths.
Understand that it can take a lifetime to comprehend love but it takes just a little while to fall in love.
Understand how YOUr words hurt me.
Understand why I got upset by those words.
Understand what YOU are apologising for.
Understand that I am willing to go through life's turmoils with you - if YOU would only let me.
Understand that pressurising YOU is the last thing I want to do.
Understand how I struggle to keep myself sane while juggling between the temptations to hold YOU and not pressurise YOU.
Understand how I had to resist myself from picking up my mobile from calling YOU.
Understand how I miss YOU.
Understand how I love the fact that YOU were the last voice I heard before slumber.
Understand how the pain of not knowing what we are now suffocates me.
Understand why I had to hide my tears from the world when I pass by the places we went to.
Understand all that I am.
I want to understand YOU - but YOU never let me.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Book Review - Split Ends by Zoe Barnes
Book synopsis
8 years ago, when Hannah was a struggling single mum, Nick Steadman seemed perfect, Kind strong, reliable - and perfect step-dad material.
Ok, so their relationship has never been based on passion, but it has plenty of respect, friendship and trust. But after eight years together, they're beginning to realize that friendship isn't enough.
The solution? An amicable divorce. Which would be just fine if it wasn't so hard to explain to nine-year old Lottie. And if Hannah didn't find herself a teeny but annoyed at Nick's ability to move on so quickly.
Not that she isn't happy for him and his new lover. They may be divorced but they can still be friends...can't they?
My review
This book went everywhere with me. I couldn't put it down. Such a page-turner. I loved how it doesn't just focus on any particular character. The author doesn't overload me with excessive information about one character while neglecting another. Zoe allowed me access into the minds of the different characters - which allowed me to know how they felt in the same situation. It was very interesting and I admired how Hannah remained supportive of his new lover despite her realization of her love for Nick. She was able to remain cool and gave unbiased advice to Nick during rather tense situations.
I definitely enjoyed reading this novel. It isn't too fairy tale but a happy ending, nonetheless.
8 years ago, when Hannah was a struggling single mum, Nick Steadman seemed perfect, Kind strong, reliable - and perfect step-dad material.
Ok, so their relationship has never been based on passion, but it has plenty of respect, friendship and trust. But after eight years together, they're beginning to realize that friendship isn't enough.
The solution? An amicable divorce. Which would be just fine if it wasn't so hard to explain to nine-year old Lottie. And if Hannah didn't find herself a teeny but annoyed at Nick's ability to move on so quickly.
Not that she isn't happy for him and his new lover. They may be divorced but they can still be friends...can't they?
My review
This book went everywhere with me. I couldn't put it down. Such a page-turner. I loved how it doesn't just focus on any particular character. The author doesn't overload me with excessive information about one character while neglecting another. Zoe allowed me access into the minds of the different characters - which allowed me to know how they felt in the same situation. It was very interesting and I admired how Hannah remained supportive of his new lover despite her realization of her love for Nick. She was able to remain cool and gave unbiased advice to Nick during rather tense situations.
I definitely enjoyed reading this novel. It isn't too fairy tale but a happy ending, nonetheless.
Wednesday, June 7, 2006
Bugs, bugs, bugs
I blame it on the rain.
There were bugs everywhere. And I mean, EVERYWHERE.
I was sweeping the kitchen and out came a disgusting cockroach from underneath the dustbin. That scared me out of my wits. I screamed my lungs out but of course no one came to my rescue (Retribution for not wanting to accompany Mama to JB) and no one to share my shock with (The life of a blissfully single, happy, contended woman).
Next, a caterpillar-like creepy crawly almost electrocuted me. Well, not quite. It almost got me electrocuted. I had an electrifying (No pun intended) shock to my body system when I tried to remove the creepy crawly from inside the washing machine. (Don't ask me how it got there. I am still trying to figure that one out myself.)
And to end it all off, the grand finale - where all the "characters" come out from behind the curtains and take a bow. However this time, the "characters" make an appearance with all their 6 (Are roaches insects?) legs pointing to the sky. A whole family (Extended family included) of cockroaches was seen all over the place with every 10 steps I took when I went for my jog. It was extremely creepy.
So there you have it. A buggy day. Heh.
Maybe it's the rain. Maybe it's not. What do I know anyways? Oh well...
There were bugs everywhere. And I mean, EVERYWHERE.
I was sweeping the kitchen and out came a disgusting cockroach from underneath the dustbin. That scared me out of my wits. I screamed my lungs out but of course no one came to my rescue (Retribution for not wanting to accompany Mama to JB) and no one to share my shock with (The life of a blissfully single, happy, contended woman).
Next, a caterpillar-like creepy crawly almost electrocuted me. Well, not quite. It almost got me electrocuted. I had an electrifying (No pun intended) shock to my body system when I tried to remove the creepy crawly from inside the washing machine. (Don't ask me how it got there. I am still trying to figure that one out myself.)
And to end it all off, the grand finale - where all the "characters" come out from behind the curtains and take a bow. However this time, the "characters" make an appearance with all their 6 (Are roaches insects?) legs pointing to the sky. A whole family (Extended family included) of cockroaches was seen all over the place with every 10 steps I took when I went for my jog. It was extremely creepy.
So there you have it. A buggy day. Heh.
Maybe it's the rain. Maybe it's not. What do I know anyways? Oh well...
Long overdue "champagne session"
What an amazing surprise! I just received a telephone call from the past. It was my ex-lecturer from my polytechnic. It has been ages since I lasted contacted her. She was always my favourite. One of the few things that made a huge impact on me during Temasek Polytechnic was her.
I remembered the first time we had a private session after the first week of school. It was mandatory for the core lecturers to build that sort of rapport with the students. I knew it was going to be a blast as I waited for my turn to have a go at the "champagne session" with her. After just one week of her being in our class, I know for certain that I was going to enjoy her classes and true enough; I did - up till the very last lesson.
I walked into the classroom (to meet her) with that slight bounce of joy. The "champagne session" started off with her asking me how I liked the school, my goals and all that unnecessary details. Then she got to the topic of family. That was when I just broke down and cry. In a split second, I was a total wreck.
When I entered Temasek Polytechnic(TP), my father was admitted to the hospital. We nearly lost him due to a sudden heart problem. After years of smoking, the valves connecting his other body parts to the heart, was completely congested with whatever rubbish that is being manufactured into cigarettes. That was when my lecturer knew the truth. I guess I scared her a little. I was always so up and about in class - never a sign of remorse or anything of that kind. I even surprised myself, frankly.
All throughout my 3 years in TP, we both maintained a close-knit bond. She never failed to make my laugh whenever we bumped into each other in the hallway. In my third year (The most stressful one, I must add), I got her in one of my classes once again. I had a great beginning as well as a fabulous ending to my tertiary education.
She inspired me to mass-send my resume to all the numerous pre-schools that I was hoping to work for. And look, where it got me now. Alhamdullillah.
She called me up today to invite me to talk for a career seminar in our school. How can I resist it? I love to talk - especially if it's about me. Hehehe..
I remembered the first time we had a private session after the first week of school. It was mandatory for the core lecturers to build that sort of rapport with the students. I knew it was going to be a blast as I waited for my turn to have a go at the "champagne session" with her. After just one week of her being in our class, I know for certain that I was going to enjoy her classes and true enough; I did - up till the very last lesson.
I walked into the classroom (to meet her) with that slight bounce of joy. The "champagne session" started off with her asking me how I liked the school, my goals and all that unnecessary details. Then she got to the topic of family. That was when I just broke down and cry. In a split second, I was a total wreck.
When I entered Temasek Polytechnic(TP), my father was admitted to the hospital. We nearly lost him due to a sudden heart problem. After years of smoking, the valves connecting his other body parts to the heart, was completely congested with whatever rubbish that is being manufactured into cigarettes. That was when my lecturer knew the truth. I guess I scared her a little. I was always so up and about in class - never a sign of remorse or anything of that kind. I even surprised myself, frankly.
All throughout my 3 years in TP, we both maintained a close-knit bond. She never failed to make my laugh whenever we bumped into each other in the hallway. In my third year (The most stressful one, I must add), I got her in one of my classes once again. I had a great beginning as well as a fabulous ending to my tertiary education.
She inspired me to mass-send my resume to all the numerous pre-schools that I was hoping to work for. And look, where it got me now. Alhamdullillah.
She called me up today to invite me to talk for a career seminar in our school. How can I resist it? I love to talk - especially if it's about me. Hehehe..
Tuesday, June 6, 2006
Goodbyes are the hardest
ALLAH s.w.t has granted me the opportunity to meet numerous individuals ever since I embarked into the working world. Some are very similar to me while others are just the opposite of me. Karuna was both, I guess.
Each Pre-K classroom consists of 3 teachers - 1 lead teacher plus 2 assistant teachers. Karuna was the other assistant teacher who had the golden chance to work with me (hehehe..). I enjoyed every single moment inside and outside of the classroom.
She made me feel young again (not like I need to feel so). She reminded me of my happy teenagehood. I looked forward to going to class every single day because I know I have fabulous children to interact with and great partners to work with.
She was generous with everything. Despite the short period of time of knowing each other, I know for certain that she will always be ready with that warm, special hug when I needed one. She helped me a great deal about our school. She let me in on some really important details (like who the hot teachers are, who the "James Bond rejects" are. You know, "important" details. Heh.)
We were not just partners in school, we were also friends outside of school. I can still remember how she was extremely caring and sincerely concerned about me when I was at my lowest. I can never forget that, Karuna.
She allowed me to view the world from a very different perspective. We lead such contrasting lifestyles. Each of us has an opinion about the others' choice of living it up. Nonetheless, we respect the other's choice. I am also very proud to see how she maintains and adores her roots despite the huge Western influence surrounding her. I salute that, Karuna.
Karuna, thank you so much for everything that you have done for me. What a pity that we were allowed to work together for just 6 months. I had great fun working with you. You were a great "introduction" to our school. I wish you all the very best in Melbourne. Study hard (I know you won't. Heh) and party hard (Hell yeah, I know you will). Remember me always like how I will always keep the memories of our lovely WOMBATS and all the dumb antics we were up to while in class. I miss our classroom, the couch, WOMBATS and you. Goodbye, sweetie. I know you are going to do the complete opposite of what I'm going to say next but I'll say it anyways - please behave when you're in Australia. Take care and see you in December.
This post will not be complete with a picture of the oh-so-lovely Mish Kaluna being very, very "productive" and busy (as a bee) at work. Heh.
Each Pre-K classroom consists of 3 teachers - 1 lead teacher plus 2 assistant teachers. Karuna was the other assistant teacher who had the golden chance to work with me (hehehe..). I enjoyed every single moment inside and outside of the classroom.
She made me feel young again (not like I need to feel so). She reminded me of my happy teenagehood. I looked forward to going to class every single day because I know I have fabulous children to interact with and great partners to work with.
She was generous with everything. Despite the short period of time of knowing each other, I know for certain that she will always be ready with that warm, special hug when I needed one. She helped me a great deal about our school. She let me in on some really important details (like who the hot teachers are, who the "James Bond rejects" are. You know, "important" details. Heh.)
We were not just partners in school, we were also friends outside of school. I can still remember how she was extremely caring and sincerely concerned about me when I was at my lowest. I can never forget that, Karuna.
She allowed me to view the world from a very different perspective. We lead such contrasting lifestyles. Each of us has an opinion about the others' choice of living it up. Nonetheless, we respect the other's choice. I am also very proud to see how she maintains and adores her roots despite the huge Western influence surrounding her. I salute that, Karuna.
Karuna, thank you so much for everything that you have done for me. What a pity that we were allowed to work together for just 6 months. I had great fun working with you. You were a great "introduction" to our school. I wish you all the very best in Melbourne. Study hard (I know you won't. Heh) and party hard (Hell yeah, I know you will). Remember me always like how I will always keep the memories of our lovely WOMBATS and all the dumb antics we were up to while in class. I miss our classroom, the couch, WOMBATS and you. Goodbye, sweetie. I know you are going to do the complete opposite of what I'm going to say next but I'll say it anyways - please behave when you're in Australia. Take care and see you in December.
This post will not be complete with a picture of the oh-so-lovely Mish Kaluna being very, very "productive" and busy (as a bee) at work. Heh.
Babies Galore
I know a lot of people who are "walking time-bombs". Okay, okay, I better clear the air here before I get into trouble with the government. What I mean by "walking time-bombs" is those ladies completing their womanhood - being pregnant! I bet the stork is going to be very busy this year, delivering all the beautiful babies to their respective mothers.
To all the "beautifully bloated" ladies of this year, enjoy the attention, the beauty of being one with a new life that you carry, the responsibility you hold towards your young. Basically, enjoy the whole process. You are completing your womanhood soon. You are lucky. You are deserving of it all. I am extremely ecstatic for your happiness and your bundle of joy. Enjoy and have fun always! Remember he/she is just a baby - even with the hammer. If all else fails, there's always SuperNanny!
To all the "beautifully bloated" ladies of this year, enjoy the attention, the beauty of being one with a new life that you carry, the responsibility you hold towards your young. Basically, enjoy the whole process. You are completing your womanhood soon. You are lucky. You are deserving of it all. I am extremely ecstatic for your happiness and your bundle of joy. Enjoy and have fun always! Remember he/she is just a baby - even with the hammer. If all else fails, there's always SuperNanny!
Book Week
It has been ages since I last did nothing. Absolutely nothing. That was what I did when I was home alone yesterday.
I ate and slept, went online and ate some more. Most of all, I did what I have wanted to do in a long time. I picked up reading again.
Yes, it has been ages since I last chilled at home snuggling up to...my bantal busuk while indulging in a good read. Those were the days.
I ate and slept, went online and ate some more. Most of all, I did what I have wanted to do in a long time. I picked up reading again.
Yes, it has been ages since I last chilled at home snuggling up to...my bantal busuk while indulging in a good read. Those were the days.
Monday, June 5, 2006
Time is of the essence
Parents went out to their little getaway in Johore Bahru this morning.
Mama invited me along but I decide to just stay home.
"What will you be doing all alone at home? Isn't it boring?"
I smiled and said, "Nothing."
Mama knew that was about all of the answer I was willing to give her.
Mama invited me along but I decide to just stay home.
"What will you be doing all alone at home? Isn't it boring?"
I smiled and said, "Nothing."
Mama knew that was about all of the answer I was willing to give her.
I needed time alone. I just needed some ME time.
I am constantly surrounded by people, be it in school or at home. However, I am surrounded by people I love. No, I am NOT complaining. I love them to death but at times, I do need to be by myself. I need to think.
I need the time to be free - on my own. The time which will allow me to do things without having someone knocking at my bedroom door just to get something that they left behind a second ago. The time to reflect on whatever that has happened in the previous days without having someone to tug at my pants just so that I can accompany them to the washroom. I needed the time to cry my heart out without anyone questioning about my swollen eyes. I needed the time to enjoy the company of being with just me and me alone. I needed the time to enjoy my room. The comforts of my own room.
I just needed time.
Run your troubles away, luv...
A whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. For this summer, I shall blog it all down. No, no, there will be no thrashing of YOU but the healing of ME.
My baru-bangun-tido-later-nak-gi-jogging state is choking up my thoughts-pipe.
Summer vacation is here to stay (for the next two months, at least)!!!
My running shoes are calling! Work it out, baby!
My baru-bangun-tido-later-nak-gi-jogging state is choking up my thoughts-pipe.
Summer vacation is here to stay (for the next two months, at least)!!!
My running shoes are calling! Work it out, baby!
Friday, June 2, 2006
For you, my lovelies...
Today marked the last day I will be seeing my baby WOMBATS. I love them to bits. It's remarkable how attached I have become to them in just 6 months. I have never regretted the day I chose to become a pre-school teacher.
Despite the financial difficulties that I used to face, I was happy when I was in school - interacting with the children. I dare to say that they gave me hope and faith to strive and make something out of myself - eventhough the whole world disagrees. The happy faces of the children affirmed my hard decision to leave my previous company.
So kids, Thank you for all the love you have given Miss Liza. She truly feels blessed. This is my love for all of you, my darlings...
Despite the financial difficulties that I used to face, I was happy when I was in school - interacting with the children. I dare to say that they gave me hope and faith to strive and make something out of myself - eventhough the whole world disagrees. The happy faces of the children affirmed my hard decision to leave my previous company.
So kids, Thank you for all the love you have given Miss Liza. She truly feels blessed. This is my love for all of you, my darlings...
Sun shines on MY life
My summer vacation has officially began as of today!
Now the healing process starts and I will strive to start living..once again.
Living the life I want. Insya ALLAH.
Now the healing process starts and I will strive to start living..once again.
Living the life I want. Insya ALLAH.
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