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| Wud u spend rm5k++ to buy books? kinda scary look at the title right..i asked d same question to myself..i bought a collection of books yesterday which costs RM5580..wud u spend that amount of money to buy books??people rather spend that to but branded handbags, shoes, make-ups, car accessories, eyc..different people might have different opinion on that..as for me,learning is a long life process..i believe it is one of the way to ensure knowledge will be pass on for my next generation..people nowadays hardly read eventhough they can get the reading materials everywhere, esply in the library..why bother to buy books? (as some might say)..well,tepuk dada tanya selera..if we like to assure that modal insan akan diterapkan kepada semua pelajar2 di malaysia,we should expose them to reading and not just reading and memorising sth for the exam..i enjoyed reading when i was a small kid,but when i was in my secondary school,that habit was slowly fade away..luckily, when i was in my university,i meet few people who love to read and they indirently brought me back to my old habit..there was one time where my best friend hid a novel that i was reading as she felt bored as i stick to that novel all the time as i wud like to finish reading everything..hehe..so,start changing your world by reading..before i end,i give you this wisdom to ponder: "A reader today is a leader tomorrow" | | |
|    dunno how to start. on sunday afternoon, kamarul told me that someone had passed away. he asked me not to be sad n had my lunch first before he could tell me that news. our beloved fren, wan mohd ashraf telah pulang ke rahmatullah on 29/4/2007 pada pukul 9.30 pagi. jenazah selamat dikebumikan selepas asar on that day. after i got that news, i went straight away to Kelantan. dahla jaga exam tghhari tu. sibbaik ade org take over. ujan lebat pas kitorg sampai KT. kitorg xsempat tgk die b4 die dikebumikan. wut had saddened me the most, b4 die meninggal, i was being ignorant to him sbb nak jaga ati my boy. now i know why he acted like that. though we're no longer a couple, kitorg still close. sedey gile. still xleh accept die dah xde. rite after his operation, i called him n eth seemed ok. die ckp ok n stil leh ketawa wit me. i tot eth had back to normal. pastu i never reached him. sume org terkejut including my mom. i feel so guilty. we're supposed to meet coz he wud like to treat me pasal my pointer is higher than him. hajat die xkesampaian. so sad. xtau nak express kat sape dah. i've no tears dah. dahla rite away i ziarah kubur die i have my period. xleh nak bace yasin utk die. lagila sedey. sbb tu emosi xstabil. dahla pas balik hotel, my chest hurt so bad. tulang rawan i bengkak. xtau camne nak ilangkan rase bersalah ni. i just can pray that die ditempatkan di kalangan org beriman. al-fatihah. amin | | |
| Our students are our finest teachers. We can learn from them much more than we can teach them. Indeed, we need to remember that: "Every learner requires first and foremost: to be noticed, to be attended to, to be valued, to be affirmed. Out of that attention and affirmation, grow the confidence and yes, the courage to learn. If the teacher dares to teach, that is, to attend to and care for the learners, then the learners in their turn can dare to learn" (Whitaker, 1995) hehe. we're in d middle of CALL seminar. quite boring. macam blaja CALL balik. huhu. rite after looking at ina's page, jeles lak. aku xde mase wei nak access internet. nak share gak bout environment here. huhu. tapi gamba xleh load lagila. kat cni mmgla best. dok tepi pantai. klo bosan, leh p jln2 kat tepi pantai. tapi kitorg bz giler kat cni. masuk b4 8, balik dekat2 maghrib. huhu. kne masuk sport la. pasni kne translate website uitm terengganu. huhu. xde mase nak p jln2. nak shopping pn xleh. xde mase. food here is so expensive. mahal lagi dari kl n shah alam. btol. xcaye, tryla dtg cni. wut else? students n lecturers kat cni quite ok. jd fevret lecturer lg. ahaks. tapi slalu kne marah dgn lecturer len sbb diorg mistaken me as a student, especially bile nak parking kete. huhu. students slalu gak terkene, ingat me as 1 of the students. siap tanye kos apela, etc. in the end, bile dah introduce myself as a lecturer, melompat2 diorg. huhu. xsaba nak jupe all frenz. konvo lama lg. IFTDO 2006 la yg merapatkan kite sume. waktu tu baru tau d true colours of ourselves. byk cite yg kite tau. byk bende yg xtau jd tau. IFTDO has really united us. mmg RUGI GILER sape yg xp sane. wut else? erm.... ape lg nak cite tah. as usual, fir is my hauzmate, officemate here. huhu. eventhough food here is so expensive, i eat like there's no tomorrow for me. i've put on some weight. dahla dekat2 nak konvo nnt, kne main utk inter campus. mesti waktu konvo, i'll be 'comel' and kulit secerah model fair and lovely. hehe. ape lagi tah. tapi some how best gak dok cni. tapi yg xbestnye xde tempat shopping. jauh. my parents dah p mkn angin merata2 dah. i nak ikut pn xleh sbb xcuti. huhu. tapi my hubby slalu gak turun dungun. that is the best part of my life here. though he's bz, die dtg gak. hehe. aku lak yg xpenah p sana. poor him. xkisahla, as long as i luv him. macam aku bercerita dgn ko lak, ina. xkisahla, tapi miss all of u a lot. | | |
| wut a tough world to live. well, thought of not going to use this to express my 'unnecessary' thingy. maybe i'll use this site to express my feeling for d last time. next time around, i'll be talking sth dad challenge our mind, hopefully. come to cross my mind.... some of us have finished our study already. so many sweet and bitter memories to remember. just dunno why some tended to be hyprocrite. is not that i didn't ask why? "do you have probs?" or "r u mad at me?", but hell, dad person just said "nothing". then at d end of d semester, that person all of d sudden said that she dissatisfied wit me, sth like dad and told another person. konon. wut eva la. xkisah, dad's ur prob. nak luahkan papela. d thing is why wen i asked u those questions above, u denied eth. pastu tibe2 ade hal. now u made me think that u manipulate me, use me and eth. why wen u had or still have probs b4 this, u didn't ask for ur 'fren'? npe xmintak je tlg die? ke ssh je baru nak cari kitorg? wut evala. i totally hate org2 yg hipokrit ni. depan cam len. blkg cam 'sial'. shud i use that word? lantakla. bukan nak pura2. now i know why there's a quote, "a true fren is d 1 who's cruelly honest wit u". maybe sebab ni. hav no mood to type. just wanna take it outta my mind though i can't really 4get bout it. tahpape yg aku tulis ni. wutevala | | |
| at 1st i dont wanna blurted it out, but somehow it triggers me to do so. dont know where to start, but i try. last monday, many of my classmates did our CALL presentation regarding bloggings, etc. some metioned dad blogging is d place where u can xpress eth like ur online diary kinda thing. but i dont wanna talk about blogging nway. though it might be a bit harsh, but i rather express it. huhu. it's not to aibkan anybody, it's just for u guys to take it as a lesson so dad u wont b experiencing wut i've gone thru. fuh. i was so tensed yesterday made me got dis bad migrain and i had to break my fast although it already 1 o'clock just to take d medicine. huhu. i really dont wanna think bout it, but my mind just can stop thinking about it. damn, i felt dad i was cheated. i trust dad person so much as i believe dad i can rely on dad person as i perceive dad person as somebody dad can be trusted. wut made me felt so frustrated was dad person lied to me. at first i could accept it but when dad person said something dad was so unacceptable for me to take, i felt so sad. all this while, i practice give and take. but dad person seemed to take it for granted. if dad person kept quite n did't share wit anyone else, i can accept it. but dad person said dad others knew bout it accidently. kantoila konon. tapi mmg saje nak share dgn diorg. all this while i shared eth, but damn, dad person shared it wit other person. and dad person mmg kantoi gile tadi. ya allah. i dont understand why we must be like dad. dont want others 2be successful together wit us. tahla, rse cam xleh xpress abis. tp guys, pliz ensure dad u dont judge a book by its cover after this. a person can appear as decent as he or she can be, but we might not know how they r inside. well, Allah tu Maha Adil, dad person will repay la. i know dis may sound harsh, tp bia die rse b'salah sampai bile2 | | |
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