tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85660114977597095152024-03-18T20:05:42.265-07:00SangPenglipurLaraA Place for my thoughts and my PhotographyMelancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-12957192732001225372013-04-01T05:09:00.000-07:002013-04-01T05:09:04.661-07:00February and MarchSo it has been a long time since I have updated this blog<br />
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There has been a lot that i want to update like<br />
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a) the fact that i cycled for more than 3 km that one time<br />
b) the books that I read<br />
c) a few lessons that was fun to carry out in class<br />
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however, i found myself not to have time.<br />
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5 weeks ago, on one friday night - I called a friend and told him that my life here in that school has reached to an all new low... the phone call was very depressing.<br />
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After that phone call, i took leave for a day - the resting time didnt help<br />
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however, i went to JB for one weekend to remind myself that my life is actually bigger than the school<br />
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it worked - i went back to work determined not be affected by gossips and rumors.<br />
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I tried to do all the responsibilities that i was given, and i was given a lot<br />
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under the pretext that a new teacher cannot bargain, I was quiet, and did the best that i can.<br />
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i was given the task of<br />
1. Training and managing the hockey (male and female) for 2 major competitions<br />
2. Managing the cricket team<br />
3. Managing the cricket club<br />
(this is a science school, all these are as active as an epilepsy attack)<br />
4. Training the Drama team<br />
5. Training the debate team<br />
6. Training the International Symposium team<br />
(again, a science school, all very, very active)<br />
on top of<br />
7. 25 periods of classes (2 form 5 classes)<br />
8. An extremely active english club<br />
9. a 24 hours warden duty<br />
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you might say that I'm complaining here, and i did complaint, I went and see my PK KOKO, the pengetua, the PK1 and told them i had too much. they say that they have not enough teachers, and i have to endure all that until new teachers came<br />
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and my prayers was answered, 9 new teachers reported<br />
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2 of them knows hockey, I asked the two of them to help<br />
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and the senior teachers decided to say that i was trying to exert my seniority by pushing my responsibilities to the new teachers.<br />
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I asked them for help, i didnt give them the driver's seat<br />
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so the plethora of gossips begin<br />
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they who once had been my friends turned and stabbed me in the back<br />
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they reported the big boss men all their slanted opinions about me<br />
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they started to scrutinise every single responsibilities that i had and concluded that I couldn't do things well<br />
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I was shunned<br />
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the new teachers, now knowing full well of reputation treated me with disrespect - not even as a collegue<br />
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I started to falter and they pounced on me<br />
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on top of everything my form 5 students decided to be difficult<br />
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and to teach those arrogant bastards a lesson, i didnt enter their class<br />
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the senior teachers decided to pounce on that too<br />
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and them came the panel meeting- where i became the scapegoat for the big boss men decided to announce that English panel is the most problematic panel (despite the fact that our pointers were the best and our club is the most productive)<br />
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one teacher decided to say that I mess everything up<br />
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i will never forgive her<br />
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this was two weeks ago<br />
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and now here i am, back in this hole<br />
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i took another leave today, hence my time to blog<br />
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i write her to vent, i know i can rise above all these, i've faced worst<br />
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now i know that in school, i am surrounded by foul mouthed backstabbers..<br />
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one day I am going to stab everyone - from the front.<br />
<br />Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-56274872836459638432013-02-27T23:11:00.003-08:002013-02-27T23:11:36.050-08:00Give Upsometimes, you cannot do anything else, but to;<br />
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GIVE UP<br />
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Believe me I have tried, people keep on having misconception about me. I have tried my best, my best. But they keep on complaining. Maybe my best is not best enough... so I changed my statement - I have done what i can---<br />
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and I cannot take it anymore...<br />
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that's all<br />
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I quitMelancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-42798949494453823302013-02-08T01:08:00.001-08:002013-02-08T01:08:37.784-08:00Moving on with my Resolution<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So in light with <a href="http://k-sangpenglipurlara.blogspot.com/2013/01/2013-resolution-1-impossible-booklist.html" target="_blank">my resolution for 2013</a>, which I still followed now in February, I finished book #2 in my booklist. And the book is;<br />
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After reading almost more than half of the book about religion this, religion that, Jesus here, Brahma there and zoology here, pondicherry there, chinese sailor here bla bla bla... then came the part where the ship sunk. And Martell's words came to life... It was adventure in every page... </div>
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Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-24996119335608602402013-02-01T01:55:00.000-08:002013-02-01T01:55:17.566-08:00Form 5 needs childish lesson sometimes<br />
So, my form 5 classes had been really difficult since the beginning of the year,<br />
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I dont know if it is the new found hormones or sudden realization of the SPM year, but they had been really cranky, disinterested, and not at all like any of the students I knew back when they were still in form 4.<br />
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So every time I tried to teach something I was always greeted with empty responses which often made me feel exasperated and disinterested to teach them...<br />
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I even applied for MC to avoid going into their class...<br />
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until finally I got an idea, since using form 5 appropriate activities for them had been a complete and utter mess, why don't I use the lesson for my form 2 classes on them?<br />
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And anyway, my form 5 students are in a dire need of lessons of English Proverbs since one girl had proudly announced that 'Killing Two Birds with one Stones' means 'Breaking a chicken's neck at the back of a KFC Franchise to cook for the customers' - True Story<br />
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So, I asked them to<br />
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1. Choose a proverb from my hand<br />
2. Get a piece of colorful paper<br />
3. Draw what they think is the meaning of the proverb<br />
4. Present them in front of the class<br />
5. Do a simple exercise on proverbs<br />
6. Use the proverbs they learnt in the essay they are writing about themselves<br />
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believe it or not,<br />
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it worked!<br />
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One thing I got to know today is that, even though these are form 5 Science School students, they are actually no different with 17 year olds from any other schools, they need silly, kiddish activity sometimes...</div>
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I know it is not a ground breaking, innovative lesson plan... but... yay me! and yay them!</div>
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<br />Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-27403904217719533322013-01-17T20:58:00.001-08:002013-01-17T20:58:36.725-08:00Battling Self Doubts - Lesson on Self BullyingOkay, so I had a wonderful lesson today.<br />
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I started with the song 'Perfect' by Pink (of course, the clean version), and asked the students to relate to the song. After strenuous task of trying to make the students responsive - because they behaved like zombies, I managed to get some response from the students about the topic.<br />
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The topic was self doubt, and how that ugly voice inside your head managed to stop you from doing more for yourself, and how you should live for yourself and not for the pleasure of critics around you...<br />
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Pretty deep huh? For a bunch of unresponsive form 2 students, I think the lesson went quite well. I listed a few words from the songs itself that shows self-doubt and judgements of others like<br />
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1. mistreated<br />
2. misplaced<br />
3. Misunderstood<br />
4. Mean<br />
5. Critics<br />
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and I asked the students what do they want to strive for,<br />
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and they answered<br />
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'To be perfect for themselves...'<br />
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and they didnt simply answer that, I had to struggle to rake it out from them, because they are such zombies.<br />
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finally I asked them to arrange the words on the whiteboard like so;<br />
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So, as a symbol, they would stand in front of the words that downgrades them to show that they can battle all of those self doubts and ugly voices in their heads so that they can be perfect for themselves, and not the critics out there...</div>
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Those who were brave enough to take the pictures alone would receive applause. All in all, it was a good lesson, the students got what it meant - i think... whatever it is, they need to write a reflection about the activity. So we'll see if it is effective or just a waste of time...</div>
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<br />Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-66313924496010497612013-01-09T21:24:00.000-08:002013-01-09T21:24:03.179-08:00Wednesday in School: Where is my Life?<br />
I went into this year will a lot of positivity.<br />
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Well, recently I was active on twitter, so I have been updating every single excursion I made in the 2012 yea end hols. During the hols, like every end of the year, i reflected on every single thing that i do that year and think of what I want to do differently.<br />
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There were several hundreds things ~<br />
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Oh well, I remember three things about last year;<br />
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<li>My Colleagues are all hard ass judgmentals - So, in 2013, I'm going to NOT give them reasons to complain about me</li>
<li>I have been behind on work, Lesson Plans, organising files etc - So, I created a note of to do list, when to do it, stacks of files for every posts that I hold, very organized, Monica Geller or Jane Kerkovitch will be jealous of me..</li>
<li>I was too engrossed with work that I didn't have time for my personal life - I am going to make time for all the books, movies, TV series, family members, friends that I am going to read,watch, hang out with</li>
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And then last week i got back to school. I have been organised, not procrastinating, keeping tabs of every single things, wrote everything diligently in my planner. Went in and out of class with bombastic lesson plans.<br />
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and then came yesterday. Crazy day. I'm going to explain it chronologically<br />
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<li>Prologue - My sister and I decided to catch a movie Tuesday night, I know I had a lot of things to finish - ULBS Files from last year needed to be updated. My lesson for the last 4 periods on Wednesday hasn't been properly planned, the idea was there, except i haven't created the aids yet. A set of essays hasn't been marked. Working paper for 2013 Theater Competition hasn't been done yet. - However, since I have been staying in the office on Sunday and Monday nights, I was determined not to be there on Tuesday night too, so I delayed all the work to Wednesday Morning, from period 1 to 6. I only have 4 last periods on wednesday. And then WEDNESDAY CAME...</li>
<li>6.50 - I was in the office, starting to update my ULBS files, a student came to see me because she and her partner in a school project overseen by me got into a huge fight. Now the partner threatened to not do the project. So i had to give both of them advice or the project will go down the drain</li>
<li>7.30 - Sent the students back to their class, continue writing my ULBS files. Got a call from my Panel Head, I have to go to the hall to invigilate the form 1 diagnostic test for the first 2 periods.</li>
<li>8.30 - asked the school's counsellor to replace me and went to the office to start creating the aids for my last 4 periods classes.</li>
<li>8.35 - the Ketua Bidang came and gave me a relief class for period 3 and 4 while at the same time telling me that I am permanently replacing the teacher for that class, thus making my teaching periods to 30 periods per week.</li>
<li>8.40 - started to create teaching aids and lesson plans for relief class period 3 and 4</li>
<li>8.50 - went into relief class</li>
<li>10.10 - rushed to the office, continue to create aids for my last four periods classes</li>
<li>10.30 - A parent called asking me to send her son back home because his father is now in the hospital for a heart attack. Went to see the Principal asking him whether the boy can be sent home. Found the boy and told him the bad news, sat with him while he cried, sent him back to the hostel to take his things, went back to the office and looked for the school driver, calls his mother asked her which hospital, told the driver, waited with the boy until the driver came and saw him off</li>
<li>12.00 - I was already ten minutes late for the first of my class, hastily finishing up my aid. went to the class</li>
<li>12.10 - started the class, students were rude, kept on playing a monkey sound from a toy they had while I was teaching. Confiscated the toy, decided to stay quiet and boycotted my lesson for the rest of the class. Asked about homework which they should have handed in the day before, simply said that they've forgotten. Was dejected when i went out from the class.</li>
<li>1.05 - Sadly left the class, went back to the office, sending a boy to my other class, my last two periods, telling them that i would be late and asking them to discuss about topics for oral test which will be done on friday.</li>
<li>1.10 - arrived to the office, started creating the aids for the class</li>
<li>1.20 - was already late for the class, rushed to the class and asked them what they've discuss. They said no one came to send the message. Making a mental note to kill the messenger, i started my class, picking up where i left off yesterday by asking them to present their homework. There were 29 in that class, the homework was only to create 3 easy sentences. This was a science school, they were form 5 - only 9 finished their homework.</li>
<li>1.30 - I felt the anger, but decided to quenched it by reminding myself that I have a new year resolution to be positive like a saint, so I asked them to finish the homework during preptime that afternoon and use the rest of the time in the class to finish discussing about the oral test, which is the forum.</li>
<li>1.35 - they asked me 'What Forum?' with confused faces. I swallowed my anger by smilingly reminding them that I had already given them the task a week before. A few remembers and gladly reminded their friends.</li>
<li>2.00 - a girl quipped and asked 'Teacher, what is a forum?'. I asked the whole class to raise their hands if they don't know what is a forum. Everyone of them raised their hands.</li>
<li>2.05 - Went to the board, explain every little bit of what forum is all about.</li>
<li>2.10 - went around the class, assisting those ungrateful ingrates in their tasks. </li>
<li>2.25 - Was sitting on a chair with a student assisting them on the freakin' ad hoc task. 50% of the students stood up, with their bags talking about food in the Dewan Makan.</li>
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<i>And that is where I yelled, but only a few words;</i></div>
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WHO ASKED YOU TO STAND UP? BEB! COME ON LA! GUA DAH TRY SABAR KOT!!!</div>
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okay, maybe I shouldn't said the word 'Gua' and 'Beb' and 'Kot' - I know it was wrong.</div>
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<li>2.30 - asked the students to leave</li>
<li>2.35 - arrived at the office, went for my prayers, managed to gulp half a bottle of water.</li>
<li>3.00 - warden meeting begins</li>
<li>3.15 - the principal came, ONLY NOW the meeting began. And it went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on</li>
<li>6.20 - the meeting was over.</li>
<li>6.30 - applied for a Cuti Rehat Khas</li>
<li>6.45 - Cuti approved. Went back home, finished my prayers. </li>
<li>7.50 - famished, ate 2 burgers and a nasi goreng</li>
<li>8.30 - fell asleep.</li>
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I had a confusing day. I didnt procrastinate but I am still behind work... I dont understand how my day became that way. On tuesday had to attend another meeting which finished at 6. Today there was suppose to be another meeting, that's why I took my leave.</div>
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I just dont understand my job. A friend on twitter told me that Do Not Complain since i was Jobless for a year in 2011 and I should be thankful...</div>
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I am thankful. But what should I do if everyday of my days are like this?</div>
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Where is my life?</div>
Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-23074526237431674922013-01-05T07:54:00.005-08:002013-01-05T07:54:56.172-08:002013 Resolution #1: The Impossible BooklistWell then, i FINALLY managed to finish 'The Storm of Swords' after grueling weeks of readings and having disappointments after disappointments being presented to me in all 1128 pages of the book.<br />
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Which brings me to one of my 2013 resolutions, which is the impossible booklist. Well apart from other nearly impossible resolutions this year (going swimming at least once a week, keep updating my blog, re-learn my french bla bla bla), i have this idea to finish a number of books this year. I don't know whether i can do it... i didnt manage to maintain ANY resolutions in 2012, and my reading list had hit its all time low with only 3 books read in 2012, so i had this crazy notion to write a booklist and make sure i finish all of the books I've listed this year. Let's see all the books;<br />
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<b>1. A Storm of Swords (George R.R. Martin)</b><br />
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I have been complaining too much while reading this book, but I managed to finish it. I got the craze for the series BECAUSE of the TV show. Well, from what I have been <a href="http://k-sangpenglipurlara.blogspot.com/2012/12/why-am-i-grumbling-while-reading-storm.html" target="_blank">complaining</a> about the book, the series have a lot to do to make me still watch the show. Don't get me wrong, R.R. Martin is a good writer, only this time in this book, his plot is a little bit wonky with too much unnecessary details and disappointments.<br />
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<b>2. A Feast for Crows <i>and </i>3. A Dance with Dragons</b><br />
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Oh well, maybe i will complain about these ones too, I know that R.R. Martin is crazy and was mistreated as a a child somehow to create all this good guys in his books and have them butchered and mutilated and killed, but somewhere in i have this silly, childish hopes that the good guys (who still survives the butchery) might proved to be victorious in the end.<br />
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<b>4. Life of Pi (Yann Martell)</b><br />
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Well, I think it was years ago when a friend asked me to buy this book for him, and i never did. Now I watched the movie and i could hit myself that i have never read the book. So this is it. I am reading this now...<br />
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<b>5. Beatrice and Virgil (Yann Martell)</b><br />
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Oh well, for somebody who wrote something which had inspired a movie as good as 'Life of Pi' must be really good, right? I read the reviews for this book, most reviewers gave 'Beatrice and Virgil' 2 stars... but i thought this is Yann Martell talking about Holocaust through taxidermy monkey and and donkey. This is from a guy who created a tiger and named it Richard Parker... cant be that bad right? Well looking forward to read this one, to hell with reviewers, they gave <i>Storm of Swords </i>five stars anyway... so they could be wrong on this one too...<br />
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<b>6. The Case of the Man who Died Laughing (Tarquin Hall)</b><br />
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I dont know who is Tarquin Hall until I took this book up at the Big Bad Wolf Sale. Well, i read the back and it says that the man died laughing after being stabbed by the hindu goddess Kali. Well, how absurd is that? and i like absurd. So, cant wait to start on this, will take this after i finish 'Life of Pi'.<br />
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<b>7. Cloud Atlas (David Mitchell)</b><br />
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Well, I'm not actually a big fan of sic-fi. But i LOVED Chricton's <i>Jurassic Park </i>and <i>The Lost World. </i>I do believe that books being adapted to movies have huge merits, and even huger when the movies have A-list actors stars in it, this one has Tom Hanks, the starriest of the stars. So, definitely goes into my list.<br />
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<b>8. A Wizard of Earthsea <i>and </i>9. The Dispossessed (Ursula K. Le Guin)</b><br />
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Let me confess; I watched that movie - The Jane Austen Book Club (Because I love Emily Blunt and Maggie Grace) and that Hugh Dancy character kept on harping about the Le Guin books. So I saw these two in the Big Bad Wolf sale and said 'Why not?'<br />
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<b>10. The Dog Who Came in from the Cold <i>and </i>11. A Conspiracy of Friends (Alexander McCall Smith)</b><br />
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Well, you can understand <a href="http://k-sangpenglipurlara.blogspot.com/2011/12/most-memorable-books-that-i-have-ever.html" target="_blank">why I love McCall Smith</a>, it is because of that dry, British wit. I bought one of these books last year, never had the time to read it, so here's hoping to finish the trilogy in 2013.<br />
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<b>12. Talking About Jane Austen in Baghdad (May Witwit & Bee Rowlatt)</b><br />
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Well, i do love to read about the Iraqi war from an educated Iraqi perspective. This doesnt really count as a book, more to a collection of emails sent and read by these two individuals. Well, here's hoping that their conversation is more interesting than Kim Kardashian's growing spawn in her belly.<br />
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<b>13. The Casual Vacancy (J.K. Rowling)</b><br />
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I am an English Monarchy nut, do I like the parody made from it? no... Do i like something absurd? Yes. I want to read this book might be because of the fact that i had to wrestle it out from the grasping talons of another book nut at a small book sale in KL Sentral last April. Why did she wanted the book? I cannot say, why I wanted it? I cannot say... better I open it up and read and find out.<br />
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<b>15. Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters (Ben H. Winters)</b><br />
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Like number 14, I dont like parodied version of something I love, but I dont know, just like number 14, this book calls to me to have them read. So et voila, there it is on my shelf and on my list.<br />
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<b>16. The Red Queen (Philippa Gregory)</b><br />
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I love almost all of Gregory's book; <i>The Other Boleyn Girl </i>was simply amazing, amazing that I couldnt put it down. (The movie was garbage however). <i>The Boleyn Inheritance </i>and <i>The Constant Princess </i>was equally amazing. You <a href="http://k-sangpenglipurlara.blogspot.com/2011/12/most-memorable-books-that-i-have-ever.html" target="_blank">may see how much I love it</a>. I read the first installment of the series, <i>The White Queen,</i> 3 years ago and now they are making a TV Show out of it. Before they make a TV show out of this one, better i read it first.<br />
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<b>17. The Captive Queen (Alison Weir)</b><br />
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Well, this book had received too many negative reviews. I read two of Weir's books before, the first one was <i>Innocent Traitor, </i>the story about Lady Jane Grey, it was dead boring. And then I read <i>The Lady Elizabeth, </i>the account of Queen Elizabeth's life before she became queen, and it was good. Well, i hope this one could be somewhat like the latter, but i doubt it. But since I have the love of Historical Fiction, i think i can survive this.<br />
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<i>Well, there you have it. My 2013 Resolution number 1, the Impossible book list, hope that my job won't be in a way this time. Wish me luck!</i><br />
<b><br /></b>Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-34592166863676061072012-12-31T05:18:00.001-08:002012-12-31T05:18:44.350-08:00Why am I Grumbling While Reading the Storm of Swords?<i>Okay I am going to start by addressing the fact that i have not been updating this blog for like more than a year, and suddenly I have the whim to write something. </i><br />
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<i>The culprit for the reason of my not-writing-the-blog syndrome is because of my job which eats up every bit of my time. </i><br />
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<i>I know all of you readers (all 1 of you) will be like 'Heh, this is going to be just one update and then he will do the long hiatus and be gone from the scene again'</i><br />
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<i>Well, folks, I am not gonna lie to you, i really dont know if i can keep this up... but here's hoping i can...</i><br />
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Well, enough about that. Now to my point, which is George R.R Martin.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">For those who do not want any spoilers on the third book of the series 'Song of Ice and Fire' - The Storm of Swords or the third season of the HBO series 'Game of Thrones' please do not read on.</span><br />
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Okay, I started the series with the first book - The Game of Thrones, and let me tell you, it was thrilling. I was in a course for Form 2 PBS in november in some school, and the lady who was giving the speech was going at a diabolically slow pace, I fished out the book from my bag which i had left in trunk unnoticed since May 2012.<br />
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Well let me tell you, it was thrilling, waaaaaaay better than the series (as like all adaptations, i learnt that when I read Harry Potter AFTER I watched the first two movies). I managed to read more than 300 pages in just one hour while the woman ranted on about evidence, and filing, and instruments bla bla bla...<br />
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Well, the second book kind of mellowed a little but still thrilling enough for me to finish all 70 chapters in a week. And then i came to the third book, and i was like 'Enough!'<br />
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There's gore all over the pages, and unnecessary details! and the gores were not at a balance with any form of positivity at all.<br />
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You know, for example in Harry Potter - Dumbledore died, and that was like a stupid event ever in the saga, hell, i was ready to leave the series altogether. But then Harry still got his friends and they stuck with him till the end. You know when Dumbledore died that HArry will find some solace with Hermione and Ron somehow, so that would made you feel warm and hopeful that HArry will be ok.<br />
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However, with the Storm of Swords, ALL I GOT WAS EMPTINESS!!<br />
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I mean come on, it is like the writer enjoyed writing all this cool characters who I really like and root for and then kill them off for no obvious purpose to the plotline. I mean, why the hell would i want to read about all these efforts made by a guy and have him ultimately killed off?<br />
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And then there were these unnecessary details - like in this one chapter Arya was captured by the Brave companions, and then she tried to escape, shooting into forest and through rivers, and then I had to read pages of how her horse slowed down because there were knots of vines on the jungle floor and I really thought that she would have escaped but ultimately she was captured again... Why several pages of nonsense?<br />
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And then there was these foreshadows from previous books -<br />
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At the end of book one, I read all these dramatic scenes on how Daenerys let herself burn with Khal Drogo and those dragon eggs, and then she was magically unscathed by the pyre, and then the dragons hatched and lived again. And then I thought that here is another heroine who will made an impact in the second book, but all that she was in the second and thrid book was a big 'meh'<br />
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At the end of book one, I read about how Sansa had to watch her father being decapitated and there was this scene where she had the urge to push Jofrey off the bridge, but that didnt happen so I thought she will have her say in the next book, she will get Joffrey of Cersei or Tywin somehow but all through the second and third (until as far as i got), she was only a small victim.<br />
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At the end of book two, I read about how Tyrion had managed to win the Blackwater battle by wit and bravery only to have him mutilated and disgraced in the third book.<br />
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At the end of book two, when they say that Margery was going to marry Joffrey instead of Sansa, i thought that 'Yes, she will make an ultimate bitch-off with Cersei' but nothing happen so far, her existence in the book so far was only to make way for Tyrion marrying Sansa<br />
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I mean all the character which i hoped to find some solace in them all died in the most unfortunate way - Ser Rodrik was one, Maester Luwin was another, and the one which i cannot accept the most is Catelyn Stark, believing her two sons and one daughter had tragically died, another daughter married of to what she presumed to be a monster and have another son - who was only her source of comfort - to be murdered in front of her eyes, I thought she would find some consolation with meeting her daughter who she thought to be dead and who, by the way, was just outside the castle when Catelyn saw her son being murdered. But NOOOOOOOO, the writer thought that readers would enjoy it more to have Catelyn murdered too, having her throat slit from ear to ear.<br />
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And the bad guys, or the seemingly bad guys who has developed good qualities like Tyrion or Jaime didnt give me any other surprises by doing something really unprofitable to the really bad guys, but noooooo, they just lay there quiet, i dunno when are they going to act.<br />
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God, I read as far as Robb and Catelyn's death. I couldnt go on anymore, but i dont want to leave any book unfinished. So what i did was to go into the Ice and Fire wiki on the internet to read the upcoming chapter summaries.. and nothing good is seen in the horizon, nothing that could make me feel the emptiness that i get thus far. Sure, Joffrey is going to be poisoned, but i want him to be disgraced too, i want sansa to have something to do with it, but having him dead is not that bad either. and Tywin will die, but i dont know why that didnt bring me any desire to go on.<br />
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because those are all small victories compared to what the characters we are rooting for had to endure. I hope George R.R. Martin is planning to have Arya, Sansa, Bran, Rickon and Jon to reunite in the last book and put one of them on the iron throne. And if he kill Daenerys at any point, i will just burn all these books that i bought on the series.<br />
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I have to go on reading, because i spent like 150 ringgit on the 5 books box-set.<br />
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bummer...Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-88798941347875463642012-01-07T07:04:00.000-08:002012-01-07T07:49:18.704-08:00Of being joblessI really, really didnt want to do this at first...<div><br /></div><div>But somehow, i think that writing it all down will help me to feel better.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nearly 200 Malaysians that i know of for the time being r sharing a similar fate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Around January last year, each and everyone of us were very excited, we thought that in 5 months time, we FINALLY could stop from being a student. And then a month after that we would be working, happily complaining about boastful shitless kids who drive our days nuts. And then by October we would become Graduates - with a Job, happily reenacting how we changed a kid's life, and how sucky our pengetua is. </div><div><br /></div><div>And by december, we would all be lounging in Pulau Redang/Langkawi/Semporna/Phuket/Singapore/Sydney/Auckland/Agra/Macau/Paris/London/New York sipping coffee with our hard-earned money complaining about our workloads and how a crazy colleague keep on dumping his/her work on us because we are young, vibrant new teachers in school. And also maybe talk about marriages, babies and stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div>In January last year, i personally made a list of things that I personally wanted for myself when i got my pay;</div><div><br /></div><div>1) A new laptop</div><div>2) A broadband/streamyx/unifi/w1max</div><div>3) an Ipad</div><div>4) Ticket flight to London</div><div>5) books and books and books</div><div>6) Food and food and food</div><div><br /></div><div>-you know, disturbingly hedonistic stuff...</div><div><br /></div><div>around July, when i was suppose to get my job, we started to worry, maybe i will get my Ipad a little bit later than expected.</div><div><br /></div><div>Around August, we had suddenly been promoted into useless sons/daughters who are 24 year olds but could provide to the family... suddenly getting an ipad became a small problem, we started to worry about bigger stuff like helping parents to do more than just helping them clean the lawn, wash the dishes, do the laundry.</div><div><br /></div><div>we worry about paying bills, and our age, which is not suitable to be a penganggur.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some got married because it was already planned, but with worrying hearts since they worry they cannot provide.</div><div><br /></div><div>In desperation, some of works in a McD or other junkfood franchises. Lucky few got a job as a sub teacher...</div><div><br /></div><div>some outstanding ones got a call from multi-national company offering them a job that pays a lot - only to reject it since we were bonded.</div><div><br /></div><div>we were trying our hardest not to burden our parents.... most of us had parents who were over 60... we cannot afford to let them feed us... but come september, still no work...</div><div><br /></div><div>Plethora of promises, false hopes were given by local ministers... all were none but disappointments...</div><div><br /></div><div>Still, we put up brave faces in October while our graduation, pushed the sad face to the back of our numbing minds and tried to smile and laugh because heck- we graduated.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then we became void souls again, waiting for jobs - or anything to happen.</div><div><br /></div><div>nothing came... some of us came running when they heard the postman's riding pasts.</div><div><br /></div><div>We jumped up like explosives in Hiroshima when our phone rings.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing but phone company messages and astro bills in our inboxes.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then a few of us made meetings with the big people up there in the plush cushions in parcel E. </div><div><br /></div><div>still. nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then they asked us to be interviewed. Finally we smiled in november, at least something for us to do. </div><div><br /></div><div>came interview and gone. we became void again, like lost souls.</div><div><br /></div><div>facebook became our only source of solace, only for some families who has internet.</div><div><br /></div><div>we became bored, woke up to stare at walls only to have walls stared back at us as we fell asleep again. </div><div><br /></div><div>wanted to meet our friends, cant drive - no money for petrol. Cant fly, use buses or trains - no money.</div><div><br /></div><div>we made brave face as our aunts showed off her son who had now worked so happily and earning money as we feel useless and became a terrible burden to our parents.</div><div><br /></div><div>still, we wait. A little hint was enough to make us cry with excitement, only to get fucked up again.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then came December... we finished the year without having a job that we waited since July. we watched our facebook walls as our seniors complain about their heavy workload in the next year. </div><div><br /></div><div>all we could think of was we wanted those workloads - we need the job. our life had became stock still, yet we aged.</div><div><br /></div><div>we cannot move on.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then 2012 came.</div><div><br /></div><div>some of us moved into being 25... feeling so very ashamed that we still need to ask our parents for money to buy razor to shave our janggut/armpit hair.</div><div><br /></div><div>feeling very ashamed that we had grew sideways.</div><div><br /></div><div>feeling pointless since we dont have a job.</div><div><br /></div><div>Feeling resentment as our seniors asked us to be patient and bersyukur since working world is not fun. being jobless is. </div><div><br /></div><div>i bet all the pay made it feel better huh?</div><div><br /></div><div>first week of 2012 is about to end, and good news is half of the 200 will get their job next monday. but the rest will have to wait until MArch. and i am one of those who had to wait again. </div><div><br /></div><div>We feel like a person in a shipwreck, floating on the seas on a scrap of wood beating ourselves up on our stupid decision to board the ship (TESL program). And even the sea is not interesting sea with killer waves (angry students) or killer whales (workload) or sharks (senior teachers) or giant sea serpents (meetings). We are floating on still sea, completely still, with some small ripples (WKS tweets, SPP interviews, fights in FB pages) with nothing but horizons (no future) around us. We cannot see lands (solid hope) or rescue ships (Backup jobs that could free us from bonds). completely nothing. So we float, under the scorching sun (Shame of being jobless). Completely alone.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe Allah is asking me to be patient. Maybe Allah is asking me to be thankful of my future job since we resent it so much when we were doing our practical. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe Allah is asking my seniors to be thankful of their situation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe Allah is asking my juniors to be ready.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe Allah is teaching me to deal with disappointments correctly. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I am needed more where i am right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-47737214518434445142011-12-03T04:23:00.000-08:002011-12-03T23:48:59.243-08:00The Most Memorable Books That I Have Ever Read<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-lXtreEtImAdTu1xjFg7qYWrJcQwbHXaSEWYrCWDN75gx1jfNsUDi22e8aGNi6KB4yR0UkIy9OKtf9p4JNFeIWUi9IEXqNJEEAtULTTyPUhc8I6zYxoIAXNIcqwUDLcSrSavcu-0VfAx/s1600/200px-Jurassicpark.jpg"><br /></a><br />In respect with the title... I used only my memories to list down this books... I didnt take a small trip to my small library downstairs to remind me of books... all right, here we go... I break it into a few categories according my likings.<br /><br />a) Something British and Witty<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfUKQrTJHuMFz9Zi1OhrBDKsYvy5mPUd-fth4yR8aJIyyGEitn2BWwu-lGRZfXQH4cmURRwPxlaARIEylYZzFvEfA8CiHsc3gnUkAjJeC4gMBuh1XCIdQR8cU0ceTBNbewLPdsjwRdk1n/s1600/9781846971211.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfUKQrTJHuMFz9Zi1OhrBDKsYvy5mPUd-fth4yR8aJIyyGEitn2BWwu-lGRZfXQH4cmURRwPxlaARIEylYZzFvEfA8CiHsc3gnUkAjJeC4gMBuh1XCIdQR8cU0ceTBNbewLPdsjwRdk1n/s320/9781846971211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681878371347232306" border="0" /></a><br />Corduroy Mansions - Alexander McCall Smith<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe it is unfair that this book is in my list since I only just recently went through it. But something about McCall's descriptions of the everyday lives of Londoners hooked me... The plot line of the story is almost nothing to me... but McCall wrote it like everything was suppose to obvious... it is indifferently witty... can i say that? Is that an oxymoron?<br /><br />Simple as this - I wish I have McCall's talent in writing...<br /><br />Also in this category;<br />1. Lady Caro by Marlene Susson<br /><br />b) Something thrilling, otherworldly and could remind me of my childhood.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5c/Harry_Potter_and_the_Chamber_of_Secrets.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 311px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5c/Harry_Potter_and_the_Chamber_of_Secrets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - J.K. Rowling<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Why only this one? Of all the seven books... why only this one? Not that I think that other 6 books are not memorable, but it seems that I only took this one to read over and over and ovr again. To me, Rowling managed to twist the plot line, put subtle clues between lines... sometimes so obvious which would make u slap urself once u found the revelation....<br /><br />I think the second book had the most complicated twists and turns of plots and mysteries, and the easy reason of why it is in this lsit is because - while im writing this, i feel like i want to pick it up and read it again.<br /><br />Also in this category;<br />1. The rest of Rowling's books<br />2. All Famous Five series by Enid Blyton<br /><br />c) Something thrilling, mysterious and serious<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rvF9o1Y4HVXd0lQDq4-4YiFJXcZGFdsWJ5m2DWDTBKMJa1YGDk0ehoYDxoYwwLoT7JPZvkmdipd_SRRz5IZ-uKZHXuN0eQ0CA0oMMrg6DoMKj3H9FDa5GJNc3q-LMe5tYq_X6YBAEOUm/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rvF9o1Y4HVXd0lQDq4-4YiFJXcZGFdsWJ5m2DWDTBKMJa1YGDk0ehoYDxoYwwLoT7JPZvkmdipd_SRRz5IZ-uKZHXuN0eQ0CA0oMMrg6DoMKj3H9FDa5GJNc3q-LMe5tYq_X6YBAEOUm/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682173289674292610" border="0" /></a><br />Angels and Demons - Dan Brown<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It is gripping, I am not going to lie, but it is. I still remembered when Brown described that the last of the preferiti (cardinal who were kidnapped, he was the last to be saved but... read it yourselves!) died, i remembered that i was sad and I actually put my fist through a table... (yeah, maybe this is because of my overly dramatic reaction) It is unputdownable. It is so unputdownable that it inspired me to create a Malaysian version of Robert Langdon called Ipin. But Ipin never survived the first three chapter, since i stopped writing it because i cant think of any speculation as good as Brown's.<br /><br />Also in this category;<br />1. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown<br />2. The Pelican Brief by John Grisham<br /><br />d) Something historical, dramatic and full of suspense<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8rXrxDk-4DWAKKy9HlDX2SHRcfy9U1CVC9m1o2207JPMfcQIJ8AtByeTTuU3-m5XdVIeuGiIEnqvsdNztHJbIFuqf76bQopdWrfcJo0cnqjFee7h5Zf1jngQ68tdqSbpWMudJKDF70S8/s1600/the+other+full+cover.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8rXrxDk-4DWAKKy9HlDX2SHRcfy9U1CVC9m1o2207JPMfcQIJ8AtByeTTuU3-m5XdVIeuGiIEnqvsdNztHJbIFuqf76bQopdWrfcJo0cnqjFee7h5Zf1jngQ68tdqSbpWMudJKDF70S8/s320/the+other+full+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682174050475225506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Other Boleyn Girl - Philippa Gregory<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Okay, I admit, sometimes I would love just a simpel 'drama swasta' kinda book, and this books serves that and more. Gregory, funnily, put suspense in every line of the book. One more pulling factor was that I am just in love with history and this books kind of helped me with learning history - more or less- since we have to understand that historical fiction IS first and foremost a fiction. However, you will learn one or two things about Tudor England, and for those of you who has not realise of this great character from the world's history called Anne Boleyn, i suggest you read this book and gape at her formidable character.<br /><br />Also in this category;<br />1. The Boleyn Inheritance by Philippa Gregory<br />2. The Constant Princess by Philippa Gregory<br />3. The Lady Elizabeth by Alison Weir<br /><br />e) Something indifferent, sci-fi-ish and thrilling.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-lXtreEtImAdTu1xjFg7qYWrJcQwbHXaSEWYrCWDN75gx1jfNsUDi22e8aGNi6KB4yR0UkIy9OKtf9p4JNFeIWUi9IEXqNJEEAtULTTyPUhc8I6zYxoIAXNIcqwUDLcSrSavcu-0VfAx/s1600/200px-Jurassicpark.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-lXtreEtImAdTu1xjFg7qYWrJcQwbHXaSEWYrCWDN75gx1jfNsUDi22e8aGNi6KB4yR0UkIy9OKtf9p4JNFeIWUi9IEXqNJEEAtULTTyPUhc8I6zYxoIAXNIcqwUDLcSrSavcu-0VfAx/s320/200px-Jurassicpark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682176800347828402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jurassic Park - Michael Crichton<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I am so sad that Crichton is dead, it is just that nobody else could put a dinoasaur in a book and didnt make it corny and unreal. You will feel that is as real as your cicak crawling around you. The best part about the book was the presenattion of the 'Titanic' theme. You know, the titanic theme... No?<br /><br />Okay, you remember the movie Titanic? no? You dont remember anything but Kate Winslet's left boob? Okay let me jog your memory, you remember how the famous quote in the movie by Winslet's snooty fiance 'Even God cant sink this ship.' You remember that? Okay, and you do remeber sometime after Winslet showed her boob the whole ship sunk killing thousands tragically while brave (poyo) violinists played to their death? That is the Titanic theme, where no technologies can match the will of God....<br /><br />In the secular world nowadays, it is fun to read something so powerful, so imaginative being humble to Power of God.<br /></div></div></div></div><br />Also in this category;<br />1. The Lost World by Michael Crichton<br /><br />f) Something Classic and Ironically Refreshing<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyF3v8mru_dGomvhh8eipk6GfR7J7NivTUTLCvw8JbVt-MfB6yCRKKi0uyrl2h-hvoC-B9nlbaw5PGEyOeil5rV0FyxcHkt6C3OJ61dqChEkINvVvwAqU4JGycfyEw00aCfGrzN-9AOGzh/s1600/pride_and_prejudice12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyF3v8mru_dGomvhh8eipk6GfR7J7NivTUTLCvw8JbVt-MfB6yCRKKi0uyrl2h-hvoC-B9nlbaw5PGEyOeil5rV0FyxcHkt6C3OJ61dqChEkINvVvwAqU4JGycfyEw00aCfGrzN-9AOGzh/s320/pride_and_prejudice12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682176370957958866" border="0" /></a>Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jnim-XNQBoUAEul80jm0fzY0m3EM8HCkso3A9eM2c1zBalfWz41xykdcwXnSFfAfVBLF89alfP1imgkySh1kN3Wm-GnGgRBPQmVzE20YlOk3Ym4DMSggPZ9EnspYQ7dv2Wj4R2ER5dsl/s1600/757212.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jnim-XNQBoUAEul80jm0fzY0m3EM8HCkso3A9eM2c1zBalfWz41xykdcwXnSFfAfVBLF89alfP1imgkySh1kN3Wm-GnGgRBPQmVzE20YlOk3Ym4DMSggPZ9EnspYQ7dv2Wj4R2ER5dsl/s320/757212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682176712125745378" border="0" /></a>Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I dont care what others want to say, I will still obstinately say that Wuthering Heights is the BEST book in the whole wide world.<br /><br />But why would i put P&P with it? Since i cant think of which one is better, okay, I know I said WH is the best but P&P is a close second.<br /><br />P&P is funny, romantic, witty and fantastcally relevant even when the book was published almost 270 years ago. The dialogue between the characters are to die for. I wish i have even an inkling of Auten's writing talent.<br /><br />On the other hand, Wuthering Heights is dark, twisted, scary, and thrilling in the same time. The creation of Heathcliff will haunt EVERYONE who reads it.<br /><br />Both have the descriptive language that could make you picture the scene as it is almost as if you are watching a movie.<br /><br />also in the category;<br />1. The rest of Austen's books<br />2. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte<br /><br />Well, there you go, those are the books that I can only remember now... I would put in more as it came into my mind. Anyone who wants to read good books, pick one from this list, YOU WONT BE SORRY.<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-53281186558546018472011-09-29T01:52:00.000-07:002011-09-29T02:23:56.514-07:00To those who look down on teaching professionOK<br /><br />Aku tau aku belum dapat kerja tetap lagi sebagai seorang guru sekolah menengah,<br /><br />So, apa aku kate ni adalah berdasarkan<br /><br />3 bulan mengajar kelas terakhir tingkatan 4 di SMK Sri Rahmat, one of the most notorious school in JB untuk subjek bahasa Inggeris<br /><br />2 bulan setengah (and still counting) mengajar 2 kelas terakhir (subjek BM and Muzik) darjah 4 di SK Dato' Onn Jaafar, sekolah biasa2 di sebuah pekan called simpang rengam, Johor.<br /><br />Glad we cleared those things up, so, u r free to taunt my credibility in saying this<br /><br />In light of recent problems of new Educational Graduates who had been jobless for almost 4 months now<br /><br />and the rumour saying that there is probability that teachers will get an RM 200 raise for their salary<br /><br />and also thousands and thousands of sayings about how the educational system is politicised (seriously, people are shocked by this?)<br /><br />There are some uneducated people who think that they are educated enough to say things like;<br /><br />a) Oit, kalo setakat stayback sampai kul 4 kat skolah tu ape la sgt woi? Orang lain kerja smpi kul 5, ni baru masuk kul 7.30 balik kul 4 pun da bising, grow up la woi...<br /><br />b) menyampah aku dengan cikgu cikgu ni sume, tetiap tahun gaji diorg je dok naik, gaki kita ni pegawai kerjaan lain dok kat situ je, masih lagi RM 2900, nape gaji guru da samapi 3 ribu lebih dah starting nye?<br /><br />c) aku nak nasihatkan anak2 aku nanti jadik cikgu la... gaji diorg sume lebih, buat kerja bukan seberapa pun, setakat masuk kelas, ajar, kuar kelas, apa la sgt kan?<br /><br />This is just a few which i saw own some politician's blog. Those are comments. I know i should not be affected by it, because like i said, these people are uneducated.<br /><br />but<br /><br />I just cant,<br /><br />It is just that, i believe that some of us are busting our backs to teach ur delinquents that you called children and u go and criticise us?<br /><br />Everyday we have to<br /><br />enter class<br /><br />screamed on top of our lungs telling them to use punctuations and good grammar when they write in the hope that all of them will comprehend<br /><br />get out of class<br /><br />do the reports<br /><br />make panel letters<br /><br />update the files<br /><br />think of what to teach next<br /><br />make sure no students will<br />-beat their friends<br />-rape their friends<br />-molest their friends<br />-stab their friends with their pilot pen<br />-stab the small, mousy new teacher with their pilot pen<br />-paint a mural using a knife on our cars<br />-jump from that tall building over there<br />-break their tables and chairs<br />-bully their friends until they want to jump off from that tall building over there<br />-bully the small, mousy new teacher until she/he wants to jump off that tall building over there<br />-wear their sports attire when they are told to<br />-wear at least more than one article of clothing to school<br />-wear make up<br />-whore themselves around<br />-force their friends to touch their private parts<br />-force the small, mousy new teacher to touch their private parts<br />-touch their own private parts and get off in class while their teacher is happily explaining about what 'befuddling' means<br />-touch the teacher trainee in his/her private parts<br />-touch him/her at all<br />-fail to listen to instructions in class<br />-forget about what being taught in class<br />-not know how to read<br />-not know how to count<br />-not know to at least write their own name<br />-make their teachers want to borrow the shovel from the tukang kebun and hack themselves to death<br />- - in short - become and asshole when they leave school while scoring their SPM/PMR/UPSR with good results<br /><br /><br />(the list that i have listed is what i have encountered in both school - true stories)<br /><br />what I am trying to say is that, being a teacher is not as easy as it seems, so you ingrates who are under the impression that we go to school to just sit around, shout to students and go back while receiving a big fat RM from our PM are happily living in lala land<br /><br />We are busting our backs seriously<br /><br />at least i do<br /><br />(the statistics below are taken from my students in SK Dato Onn Jaafar, where i teach BM, Muzik and I am a class teacher - nicknamed a single father of 34. I teach two classes for three subjects - one more being pend moral)<br /><br />6 of my students cant read well<br /> they are 10<br /><br />67 of them have some attrocious family background that makes them lose hope to live<br />they are 10<br /><br />6 of them have lost at least one of their parents<br />they are 10<br /><br />2 had lost both parents<br />they are 10<br /><br />18 are living with at least one ailing parent<br />they are 10<br /><br />NONE of them have parents who earns more than RM 2000<br />they are 10<br /><br />1 had lost her parents to a most tragic even you can think off<br />she is 10<br /><br /><br /><br />So people, on top of my work to tell them how to use tanda baca, how to spell, how to read, how to write, how to speak, how to use big words, how to listen<br /><br />I have to be some kind of a life coach to this kids<br /><br />on top of all the admin work that we do<br /><br />come on, give us more credit will you<br /><br />sorry if i offend any working teachers...Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-48267343371036265302011-09-21T05:06:00.000-07:002011-09-21T05:19:18.586-07:00A lousy week, a bad yearI had a hard week...<br /><br />Had some feud with people I love...<br /><br />had a 'great' time at school...<br /><br />And suddenly I lost the will to just do anything...<br /><br />I am not usually like this,,, I dont sit and laze around.<br /><br />In my free time, I<br /><br />1.Write<br />2.Google some interesting facts on the net like finding out how people in Timbuktu lives<br />3. I run, like work-out la<br /><br />but I dont know... It started with one thing, i mean one problem...<br /><br />and then my mind mysteriously raked all past disappointments (which I had pushed back waaaaaaaaaay down in self-loathing pool inside my brain) back up...<br /><br />things like<br /><br />1. How could I have stopped writing for over a year<br />2. How could i gained like 16 kg in just one year<br />3. How I couldn't run like 2 km as though its nothing anymore...<br /><br />It gets to me man...<br /><br />If i have used that year wisely, I would still maintain my stamina, and I would have thousands of short stories to rewrite...<br /><br />but I have none... but i have lots of fat...<br /><br />so today... i tried to create a timetable for myself<br /><br />woke up early<br /><br />took my breakfast (at this point, i was impressed at myself)<br /><br />didnt eat at all in school<br /><br />Used a new method to teach today (and magically everyone actually did their work quietly)<br /><br />Went back home, did some weights (pulled a muscle at the back of my hip, painful till now)<br /><br />and started to continue writing, managed a thousand words today<br /><br />went for a jog, couldnt do more than 2oo meters, was breathing like a wheezy old guy on his deathbed,<br /><br />went back home and wallow in self pity...<br /><br />When i think back...<br /><br />I didnt only had a lousy week<br /><br />I had a bad year...<br /><br />but hey, the year hasn't ended<br /><br />and even though the government sees fit to not take me up for a job they had been training me for...<br /><br />and i have my graduation to look up to...<br /><br />and a date... (Blush)<br /><br />so...<br /><br />I just have to get off my ass, and do something!<br /><br />I need to survive, and I dont want to die of heart attack at 26...<br /><br />Hopefully i will stick on my routine this time...Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-84998727053708960832011-09-10T19:59:00.000-07:002011-09-10T20:33:36.968-07:00Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Tikus Segan - Politik dan KorupsiAku dah naik bosan dengan perbincangan tentang politik...<br /><br />Rasa cam nak jerit... CUKUPLAH...<br /><br />Dua-dua pihak tak habes2 kutuk pihak lain...<br /><br />Lepastu... yang paling aku menyampah bila ada avid followers yang seolah-olah mencium tapak kaki leader masing-masing<br /><br />yang A kate B corrupt, Yang B kate C, C kate D, D pulak tuding balik kat A.<br /><br />Nak migrate, tapi negara lain pun sama...<br /><br />senang macam ni la... baik aku bagi satu analogi... kepada mereka yg kate A corrupt and B tak,,, mari aku tunjuk macamana corruption boleh berlaku dan tak boleh dikawal...<br /><br />Scene ini di Kantin Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Tikus Segan, Muar, Johor.<br /><br />Mak Cik Tipah adalah seorang pekerja kantin S.M.K.T.S, Muar, Johor.<br />Peraturan yang ditetapkan oleh pengetua En. Nik Ajib adalah semua pelajar di kantin perlulah beratur semasa membeli makanan di waktu rehat.<br /><br />Maka semua org perlulah assume yang peraturan ini have no exception;<br /><br />Tetapi, MAkcik Tipah, seorang wanita berumur 40-an ternampak anak jiran beliau yang sering bermain konda kondi bersama anaknya setiap petang sedang beratur di dalam barisan.<br /><br />Makcik Tipah sangatlah sayng dengan anak jirannya yang bernama HArry Potter ini... maka dia pun;<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MakCik Tipah: Harry, Lah, kamu rupanya... mari ke belakang ni... mari...<br />HArry: Mak Pah, kenapa ni?<br />Makcik Tipah: Mak Pah tatu pulak Harry sekolah kat sini... mak sihat?<br />HArry: Sihat Mak Pah...<br />Makcik Tipah: Bagusla tu... eh, ni Harry nak makan ape?<br />HArry: Tadi harry nak beli nasi lemak...<br />Makcik Tipah: Oh, nah, 1.50 je...<br />HArry: Wah, terima kasih MAk Pah... takyah susah-susah beratur... hehe....<br />Makcik Tipah: Haha... ye lah... dah pi makan sana....<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>Adakah ini satu corruption? Cuba fikir betul-betul... di sini... tiada 'moral grey area'... di sini ada betul dan ada salah...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ya, ini adalah satu corruption...<br /><br />Mengikut kamus Cambridge Online Dictionary yang aku baru je google 2 saat tadi... corruption bermaksud; <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sense_b after_bullet"><span class="def parentof__def__is__sense_b">illegal, bad or dishonest behaviour, especially by people in positions of power</span></span><br /><br />Makcik tipah berada dalam posisi <span style="font-weight: bold;">berkuasa</span> pada waktu itu, maka dia menggunakan power dia untuk membuat satu yang <span style="font-weight: bold;">illegal</span> demi anak jirannye...<br /><br />Ya, ini adalah satu corruption...<br /><br />Sekarang aku nak tanya; korang rasa berapa byk lagi situasi seperti di atas berlaku di kalangan kakitangan sekolah?<br /><br />Antara Guru Kelas dan Murid,<br />Antara GPK 1 dan Guru,<br />Antara Tukang Kebun dan Guru,<br />Antara Makcik Kantin dan Boss Kantin,<br />Antara Boss Kantin dan Guru,<br />Antara Guru dan Guru,<br />Antara GUru Cemerlang dan Murid,<br /><br />Fikirkan, mestilah berlaku byk corruption yang kita rasa harmless dan takde effect kat sesape...<br /><br />Tapi bayangkanlah kawan-kawan HArry Potter yang sedang galak berpeluh-peluh beratur dalam barisan demi mendapatkan sepinggan nasi lemak, mereka semua akan berfikir, apa kelebihan HArry Potter untuk mendapatkan layanan istimewa? Adakah aku pun perlu berpindah ke sebelah rumah kakitangan makcik kantin? Kenapa dia boleh potong line aku?<br /><br />(Well maybe, being teenagers who are to engrossed on hormonal induced sexual tendencies wont even be bothered, but at this point i want to remind u that this is an analogy... so cuba faham ok)<br /><br />Sekarang aku nak tanya lagi satu soalan;<br /><br />PErlu atau tidak untuk para pelajar menggulingkan Pengetua mereka kerana behaviour Makcik Tipah yang motherly itu...?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ramai yang akan jawap <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Tidak, tetapi beliau perlulah menegur makcik tipah...</span><br /><br />Tetapi;<br /><br />cuba kamu fikirkan... berapa luaslah kerja seorang pengetuya itu... beliau bukan pergi ke sekolah untuk enjoy air-cond free dan download cerita katun untuk anak dia dekat internet free di komputer free dalam bilik dia sahaja...<br /><br />Beliau ada urusan dengan Sekolah lain, dengan JPN, urusan mendapatkan guru baru, kewangan sekolah, urusan dengan guru-guru, request cuti guru, panggilan telefon dari IPG berdekatan untuk penempatan guru prak, aduan dari ibu bapa....<br /><br />Banyak kot...<br /><br />macamana dia nak detect satu corruption yang dialakukan oleh seorang pekerja kantin dalam masa 5 minit pada waktu rehat di sesi pagi sekolah....<br /><br />Pengetua bukan Tuhan ok....<br /><br /><br /><br />Tetapi apa yang lihat di kiri dan kana aku, dan di kedua-dua sekolah (Govt and Oppo), semua murid seibuk mengatakan yang corruption tu adalah arahan pengetua...<br /><br />Lepastu murid-murid persoalkan kenapa Pengetua dapat kerusi span, bilik aircond, computer sendiri dan assistant... kenapa pengetua ada kelebihan tu...<br /><br />apa lah korng ni... sebab dia Pengetua la... haih...<br /><br />Cuba kamu semua fikir... untuk mejaga sebuah negara adalah thousand times harder dari menjaga sebuah sekolah, betul tak?<br /><br />Korang kata mudah? Aduh, korg nak govern diri korg pun tak tentu lagi... Solat siap tinggal... mulut tak reti jaga, kesihatan diri cam haram... lagi nak rasa diri hebat nk jadi pengetua sekolah?<br /><br />Come on la...<br /><br />air dari akar, tak tentu akan sampai dengan selamat ke pucuk... sebab air tu nak lalu batang, dahan dan ranting, yang kekadang ada kumbang atau ulat kayu...<br /><br />arahan dari ketua tak semstinya selamat dijalankan hingga kakitangan terbawah sekali... ramai orang di dunia ini berperangai seperti makcik tipah... yang walau niat dia baik, tetapi tetap salah...<br /><br />sebelum korang menuding jari... cuba fikir... apa corruption yang kamu pernah buat?<br /><br />Betul perubahan itu boleh mula dari seorang... tapi bukan bermakna dari YOur Vote... but your personality....<br /><br />Ini adalah peringatan untuk diri aku sendiri juga...<br /><br />Jadi berhentilah cakap mana satu pimpinan lebih corrupt dari yang mana... padahal kamu pun kekadang ada bertindak zalim juga,,,, jadi marilah perbetulkan diri dan masyarakat dan negara... yes, in that order...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-48717778402614648022011-09-06T21:14:00.000-07:002011-09-06T21:30:53.978-07:00What I Want...Sometimes we have wants and it screamed a lot louder than our needs. For Example, there was one time when I depleted a whole lot of my deodorant, but i refuse to buy a new one since I think i want to use the same amount of money for a KFC meal - hence a smelly customer in a KFC outlet.<br /><br />So in this moment of free time from scolding my students to have better writing.<br /><br />I want to list down all my wants...<br /><br />1. I want to get posted... I mean, RIGHT NOW!<br />---- it seems as though that my loving government kinda forgotten about my existence... it is kind of they had shoved our documents aside and tend to bigger needs like - the pilihanraya<br /><br />2. I want lots and lots of money<br />---- not like i work for it kinda thing... i want a huge sum of money - like 10 million ringgit - to just fall on my lap, so i can make all the following wants real...<br /><br />3. Buy a huge house, the kinda house that could make Elizabeth II think that BUckingham is a shack.<br />---- Just so that i can put my whole family members in it so that everyone will have their own personal space and can cry without anybody else hearing them.<br /><br />4. Live in Putrajaya<br />---- I want to live and work here, is that possible? I love this place, it is well-planed. And Alamanda is so deprived of people... spacious... and it has GSC...<br /><br />5. To own a huge library<br />---- in my huge house, they will be a huge room just devoted to books, so that i can run into it escaping from all life's commitments for one minute<br /><br />6. To stop certain people from swimming in a pool of debts...<br />---- easy right? If i have 10 million ringgit, i can stop these people from creating a whole new set of debt, right?<br /><br />7. To just sit quietly in one space, with my laptop, without the sound of any whinings or fake ass crying, and write a book.<br />--- there is a probability if this happens... everything else in the list above could be true... but i am not any good, and that is why there is wants #8;<br /><br />8. To have a crazy writing talent that could sink Harry Potter like titanic<br />---- if i can only snap my fingers and make this true... if only.,, but nothing can happen unless you work for it<br /><br />9. TO go around the world without thinking of the expenditure...<br />---- right, even the money spinning datuks and datins think about the expenditures right... what more a part time pekerja macam aku ni...<br /><br /><br />Well, it is like desire, like sometime you close your eyes and imagine things are truer than what they are in your head. How I wish... some people may think that it is too materialistic,... but this is just a moment of weakness... like you cannot think of anything else but to just snap your fingers...<br /><br />I know it cant happen... some of the want is near to an impossibility... but hopefully it can be achieved...Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-27124858093848254562011-08-04T21:00:00.000-07:002011-08-04T21:14:29.694-07:00I am so gladSometimes, In my mundane days of a Jobless life. I would sit in front of my house, looking at the mundane street, thinking of the past and the future...<br /><br />Thinking of the student life that has left me for over two months already.<br /><br />Somehow I miss it, to the point that it would wrench my heart....<br /><br />Like the time I was living in a house for one year in Serdang with the 4 most awesome housemates I could ever have.<br /><br />The classes in UPM, the resourceful resource center in the faculty<br /><br />The Navy training<br /><br />The most invigorating lecturers ( a few lah)<br /><br />The volleyball game every evening in JB<br /><br />The easy access to bookstores, 2nd hand or new or online<br /><br />The big fat allowance every semester<br /><br />The easy access to my favourite cinema: GSC<br /><br />Alamanda, Putrajaya (because there are not many people, i hate crowded place)<br /><br />My room, My bed, my table<br /><br />the routine<br /><br />Well, to name a few...<br /><br />and then i looked at the pictures, and somehow, despite the gut wrenching missing-activity<br /><br />I felt a new emotion looming in my heart...<br /><br />and that is Gladness!<br /><br />I'm glad that those life had left me<br /><br />I figured that I can make my future more interesting (probably the dread of having to work as a teacher wont help much - but, still)<br /><br />I figured that I could leave past problems in a baggage labeled: Stupid College Adventures and Conflicts<br /><br />I'm glad that I've left parts of me behind, parts when I was still stupid and stupid (yes i said stupid twice)<br /><br />The time when I had long, curly hair, and faded jeans, and some annoying colleagues<br /><br />I am glad that it is all over. It's over... woohoo...<br /><br />I don't miss life in college<br /><br />I actually miss the friends and the everyday routine -<br /><br />which could be easily remedied by developing communication and transportation technologies and also a well planned discipline...<br /><br />mostly, I am glad that it was over... I would miss it sometimes, but I am so glad!Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-85543203272344926422011-07-17T22:45:00.000-07:002011-07-17T22:50:02.979-07:00Writer's block<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br />I have a story<br /><br />with a pretty good ending<br /><br />with pretty good conflicts<br /><br />with 7 most interesting characters that I have ever created<br /><br />but I cant seem to end it,<br /><br />because I feel that I am not good of stringing words into a story.<br /><br />Whenever I read thing back, i felt<br /><br />the story is choppy, and abrupt<br /><br />staccato<br /><br />and i am haunted by my past<br /><br />2 years ago, when I was still actively writing<br /><br />I managed to write things that are beautiful<br /><br />but now, after two years of not-writing<br /><br />It seemed that I can't write anymore...<br /><br />I feel so empty...<br /><br />Damn, I am melancholic fool again...Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-71121684950712828082011-07-14T20:05:00.000-07:002011-07-14T20:14:30.760-07:00Hogwarts: an escapism for all who need to escapeIt all started from a small imagination by a woman in a train ride....<br /><br />and then paired with her magnificent talent in stringing words into creating a world...<br /><br />a world where all children/teenagers/and adults could go to escape from their daily routine life.<br /><br />Who else have created a world like this?<br /><br />Hogwarts, and everything in it, became a new world for children all over the world to grow up with.<br /><br />I remembered how i was in Love with End Blyton's famous five series...<br /><br />Blyton had this wonderful talent of knowing what children wants to hear...<br /><br />J.K Rowling on the other hand, had the talent of creating a world where everyone could go to.<br /><br />Her style of writing had the way of making your mind wonders into that world.<br /><br />and i fell in love with that world.<br /><br />and was thankful to her for creating the world where i actually could think that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were my friends.<br /><br />and i cannot believe that by the premiere of the movie last Thursday...<br /><br />It would be mark as the end to us all...<br /><br />I simply wish that she would write more books, but it is good that the story ended as how it was.<br /><br />Don't tamper with things that is already perfect.<br /><br />J.K. Rowling, what would I give, if I could be given a chance to talk to you for just five minutes...Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-31257707664776881242011-07-12T23:31:00.000-07:002011-07-12T23:54:21.467-07:00an Attack to English Language in MalaysiaI am disgusted...<br /><br />First, all of the Sasterawan Negara decided to take a train to stupidville and make a tunjuk perasaan a few years ago so that the Math and Science medium of instruction could be reverted back to Malaysia holiest language - Malay.<br /><br />And then Astro decided to have a dwibahasa thing in English channels such as FOX and Disney<br /><br />and then there are next to none bookstores in small towns such as Simpang Rengam<br /><br />and even if there is a bookstore, the English section is only two shelves...<br /><br />and then they blame English Teachers because students nowadays cannot master the language...<br /><br />and then they brought in 100 English Teachers from the US believing that those Mat Salleh's can do wonders....<br /><br />hey why don't you just drop English Language from the curriculum...<br /><br />Stop with the crap that it is our second language... Just say that it is a foreign language...<br /><br />Easy... simple....<br /><br />so that students can come to school and see no importance of studying a foreign language...<br /><br />and when these students miraculously survive to university, they can ask the TESL (who will be called TEFL) students to edit (and by edit I meant re do) their assignments in English.<br /><br />Because it is not important...<br /><br />because the environment for the young to use or listen to language is near extinction...<br /><br />For all of you little people out there who thinks that ETEMS sucks, you're so STUPID...<br /><br />yes i said it<br /><br />you ARE STUPID!<br /><br />even all the sasterawans or big named, important people...<br /><br />you're STUPID<br /><br />because you thought that it was an attack to Bahasa Malaysia<br /><br />you thought that it would downgrade BM as the medium of knowledge...<br /><br />well then, use the language for something that is more intelectual than just maing stupid movies like 'Jangan Pandang Belakan Congkak' or 'Kongsi'<br /><br />because things like that plays with your children minds.<br /><br />and it has a direct effect to the way they use BM...<br /><br />It downgrades it...<br /><br />and YOU, Little Humans who believes that English is BAhasa Penjajah as has been promoted by people such as A. Samad Said and Faisal Tehrani....<br /><br />you are STUPID...<br /><br />do you know that all those important people who went against ETEMS sends their children to the UK and US to study?<br /><br />So their stupid, spoilt brats can master the language so they can make it big in Malaysia, and stand on YOUR children failures on mastering the Language,.,.<br /><br />here we all are, busting our backs trying to make sense of why students should study English and why is it important for their future... and you simply change the channel for them to learn...<br /><br />I respect BM...<br /><br />in fact... I love BM lit...<br /><br />my sister is a BM lit enthusiast and she had troll everything down to me.,..<br /><br />Languages are languages...<br /><br />it is not owned by you or me or the mat sallehs...<br /><br />it is everybody's language...<br /><br />Allah created languages for us to listen, communicate and learn,<br /><br />not for you to pee around and mark it as your territory..<br /><br />idiots! really...<br /><br />so please... it is disgusting how you people are attacking English Language,...<br /><br />of course, some of you obstinate stupidheads, who are too insecure to even ask what obstinate means would call me unpatriotic...<br /><br />whoever dares, lets have a debate with me on the origins of your beloved BM... i would loooove to comment on your endless stupidity...Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-24612162784893332762011-07-05T00:57:00.001-07:002011-07-05T21:31:45.659-07:00London: Part 1: A New-Comer Guide to Surviving the Alpha City<span style="font-style: italic;">Some of my friends said that this place is an overrated tourist location. It is as overrtaed as Mawi or the long standing disgraced ex-Deputy Prime Minister.<br /><br />However, you cant deny that it is an interesting tourist spot.<br /><br />Maybe for those who love the architecture, English Lit and History would find it fun to be in the city.<br /><br />And I, with my minimal amount of income could reach the city, I thought the chances were astronomical.<br /><br />So here I am, writing about the city to the sour grapes who believed that they could not go,<br /><br />and this is also for those who dream to be in the city but they think that it is impossible<br /><br />I present to you;<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">LONDON</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Part 1: A new comer guide to survive in the city</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Step 1: Buy some glue, pluck some feathers, paste it to your arms and fly!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizoZrYOFeYTUeZIND3V3RY8VCIwGDMWP-2P6qVXw3BbbSJD04W20FL9VP7SO2Yb4hyphenhyphenRmmE-JRoMleL5Sf5_XJ0PZWopj_PeFSemeX67e-WVjP3QD6hN0uDVrsxjhRUSoZkpziCRnMGKG2U/s1600/Step+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizoZrYOFeYTUeZIND3V3RY8VCIwGDMWP-2P6qVXw3BbbSJD04W20FL9VP7SO2Yb4hyphenhyphenRmmE-JRoMleL5Sf5_XJ0PZWopj_PeFSemeX67e-WVjP3QD6hN0uDVrsxjhRUSoZkpziCRnMGKG2U/s320/Step+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625774569636725010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">AirAsia: The stewardesses for the international flights are hotter, honest!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Okay people, learn from my mistakes. I bought the ticket only three months early, so My return ticket was RM 2500. I know it was still cheap compared to some other airlines, but you can save more money.<br /><br />This is what you do, plan your holiday, but a year or at least 10 months early, you WILL get return ticket for at least RM 1500 with tax included. Seriously, no joke.<br /><br />Don not go around summer, because even if you buy a year early, the tickets will be expensive.<br /><br />My advice is for you to go in Spring.<br /><br />However, AirAsia is clever too, cunning if you ask me. They will trick you with many hidden charges as you go along buying your ticket. So you need to be smart and say no to all of these things. (Do not pay for extra luggage space, you don't need it, pack light, England is not tropical like Malaysia, you wont sweat.)<br /><br />Do not be luxurious, be smart. Do not complain of the cramped seats, it is wider then the local flights, if my 63 year old mother could survive the 14 hour flights with the so-called cramped seats, then all of you sniveling complainers can too!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Step 2: Catch some horses, saddle up and move.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3yStP0pbpOKL7Fkpu3sZIeGYEBSovrxqFsR75FDewRmL6ySiTG9fn-xPThgG0tD6oLLNiDM5h7qTq1kqNkJEVdFVjH_qzmPryLfLAbq21GfaxfktFzkcbXUAw0XpjX9ao-8xpzejKMim/s1600/Step+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3yStP0pbpOKL7Fkpu3sZIeGYEBSovrxqFsR75FDewRmL6ySiTG9fn-xPThgG0tD6oLLNiDM5h7qTq1kqNkJEVdFVjH_qzmPryLfLAbq21GfaxfktFzkcbXUAw0XpjX9ao-8xpzejKMim/s320/Step+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625777266471260290" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Stansted Express or Airport Limo: If you decided that walking would waste your holiday<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">I don't know if you decided to use MAS, Royal Brunei, Singapore Airlines or the Garuda. But if you use AirAsia, you will land at the Airport with the cheapest tax - Stansted Airport. Also, arriving at Stansted will save you some time at the customs, because it is not as busy as Heathrow. Heathrow is the busiest airport in the UK, you will spend a lot of time waiting at the customs or even waiting for your bag.<br /><br />Heathrow has its plus points too, apart from you having the chance to run into British Celebrities, you will also find it easy to commute from the airport to London. Using the famous train system in London - The London Underground, there is a station in Heathrow. (More about London Underground in Step 7)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Using Taxi to get out from Stansted</span><br /><br />Now, if you are in Stansted, the problem will be getting out of the place. If you are in a group of 4 or 8 (take note, I worte 'or' nor 'more') or 12 or keep on adding 4. I would suggest you to use the Stansted Airport Limousine. This is a cosy van with large luggage space fit for four passengers. It will cost you 106 pounds (around RM 535) to get to Queensborough Terrace (I will explain why Queensborough Terrace in Step 3). But you need to remember that the 106 is only the cost for the Limo Company, the driver will need a tip from you. (All British services will consider you cheap and out-of-the-world if you does not give them tips, so if you want to fit in, fork out some money.) So it is advisable for you to give the driver 110 pounds (RM 550) so that he will keep the 4 pounds as his tip.<br /><br />Since you are going to give him RM 20 tip, you may want to use him to the max. If you are lucky, you will get an understanding driver who will take you through the heart of London city to get to you destination, ask a bunch of questions about the sights, he will pleasently oblige.<br /><br />How do you get a limo? After you have been cleared of customs, you will arrive in a Lobby of the airport, look for a cab/van booth and ask the nice lady about your destination. She will explain to you about the price and where to claim your driver. However, she will explain in a rapid jabbering of British accented English. You may want to swallow your ego and ask her to slow down because you are an innocent London first timer (Even if you are a TESL Graduate).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Too expensive you say?<br /></span><br />Use the Stansted Express, this is a train that will usually cost you 21 pounds (RM 105), however the price is seaosanal, sometimes you will find that it will drop to 8 Pounds (RM 40).<br /><br />This train will only get you to Liverpool Street, here you may need to find an Underground Station for you to get to whereever you want to go.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Step 3: Looking for a lump of hay to rest your head.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJrgTT6DxdID4PY8sp2YOf5HbgFGfiZDiSQb1C04lD7v03Z5e-F6_fovoipP8AyJIpMfhG6R4QG0vzLF3tBtERbl63Lb2mfkuT3dlZcM-48m2fQ6hY1i0tRPvCCDL1_ES44g9uvzplW22/s1600/step+3+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJrgTT6DxdID4PY8sp2YOf5HbgFGfiZDiSQb1C04lD7v03Z5e-F6_fovoipP8AyJIpMfhG6R4QG0vzLF3tBtERbl63Lb2mfkuT3dlZcM-48m2fQ6hY1i0tRPvCCDL1_ES44g9uvzplW22/s320/step+3+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625782777323588546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Malaysia Hall: Oh, and there is the Malaysian Flag, happily flying in London.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The cheapest, most Malaysian Abode</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div><br />Well, the cheapest for all Malaysian is in Malaysia Hall of course, situated in the Queensborough Terrace . This will cost you 13.41 pounds per night. It is the cheapest in London. Other hotel prices (thousands of hotels are scattered all over London, you will have no problem finding a room, but the prices may kill you) vary from 25 pounds to 300 pounds. You can find hotels anywhere in London; Queensborough itself is a home for more than 40 hotels along the street.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Hrx00ozRF7Ak2OXiMxQt64o2BisWSiHAX_X2bfgeJO_g67NTCgvoQ5ZOsEDZD9hAcN6n5w1We9-2fu81i6ycFuWb1vx1ahMWE8LuS3mr-F-UBi5k5MwJhUEsgIVg5AAuiz0miwm9Y7-j/s1600/Step+3+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Hrx00ozRF7Ak2OXiMxQt64o2BisWSiHAX_X2bfgeJO_g67NTCgvoQ5ZOsEDZD9hAcN6n5w1We9-2fu81i6ycFuWb1vx1ahMWE8LuS3mr-F-UBi5k5MwJhUEsgIVg5AAuiz0miwm9Y7-j/s320/Step+3+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625784122600922978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Malaysia Hall: a HOSTEL fit for a King!<br /><br /></span></div></div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Malaysia Hall is a hostel. But it is a spacious two-bed bedroom with intact bathroom and toilets. It is a single sex hostel, so bad news for those newlyweds who plans to consummate their marriage in here.<br /><br />A word of caution for most Malaysians, the toilet is off Hardwood Floors. So you cannot spill water when you are cleaning your - er... - backside after you have finished doing your - er... - business. This is when your creativity comes into play, be as imaginative as you can.<br /><br />They will provide a beaker in every toilet, if you can't find any, you MUST go down to the receptionist and her to provide you one. Again, swallow your ego, this is for your well being. For the rest of the Malaysians who depend on toilet papers, no problem for you - there are loads here.<br /><br />You will need to familiarize yourself with the use of the heater in your room. If it proved to be ineffective, you MUST go down to the receptionist and made this problem known because you will desperately need your heater. Even in the hot summer, the nights are chillingly cold.<br /><br />Since that it is a hostel, the woman at the counter is NOT affable (like all other government based services), so don't waste your breath trying to tell her how excited you are that you finally got the chance to travel, she will only stare at you. True Story.<br /><br />You would need to pay everyday if you plan to stay here for more than one night. They don't entertain 'I want to stay for three nights' kind of things. Pay every morning to ensure that you have a pillow to sleep on.<br /><br />Also, if you decide to sty here in the months of September to December, DON'T. Malaysia Hall is closed to give way for students who are starting their studies here. Heed my advice, again, go in the Spring, the city is prettier and Malaysia Hall is emptier.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Have craving for a more luxurious stay?</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br />If you decide to sleep on a plusher, more expensive pillows, just walk into a hotel, ask for an empty single/double/family/executive suite and tell them the duration of your stays. Politely give them your last name (or any names if you have bin or binti) and take your keys and go.<br /><br />If you want to be wise, since most hotels will charge you per head and not per room. Send one of your most charismatic friends to the counter and ask him/her to book a family room. This will usually cost you 80 to 100 pounds. After the transaction is done, ask your friend to cleverly smuggle you with the excuse 'Oh, they are just visiting.' to the suspicious receptionist and share the cost of the room among yourselves. This will not be an easy thing to do, ration the large luggage of your group between yourselves so that the receptionist wont get suspicious that the people you claimed to be 'just visiting' are in fact people who want to spend the night.<br /><br />Be careful and creative.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Step 4: Read the Sun and Stars, stick to your way of life and pray<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">For Muslims, England is a country where the sun is extremely and constantly fickle. Sometimes you may get 8 hours of light or sometimes you may get 18 hours of light. So it is only natural that the prayers time will constantly change.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqWfqQ6fhVDiGPTe2D9l_vBNdbRXda7lhmtsW2CN-W8C-YUv_tQTm28xXCgI6Q9PT_oX-qyDQDOBXxNUtHZpeGaSpw1EDaI9z2unADThmY9cnehVXIVrjCMLoR24TJ2_ml5CbxiRlJpiP/s1600/step+4.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqWfqQ6fhVDiGPTe2D9l_vBNdbRXda7lhmtsW2CN-W8C-YUv_tQTm28xXCgI6Q9PT_oX-qyDQDOBXxNUtHZpeGaSpw1EDaI9z2unADThmY9cnehVXIVrjCMLoR24TJ2_ml5CbxiRlJpiP/s320/step+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625790552715641778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Compass: Bring one, so even in a stranger's land, you will feel at home</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The case of Islamophobia </span><br /><br />However, despite the 2010 minuscule, but extremely fascist, movement of Islamophobia in London, the city turned out for me to be one of the most Muslim friendly cities in the world, even friendlier than Singapore. This is in the sense that there are thousands of Muslims here, you can find Halal food anywhere, and there is a famous mosque near the Barbican.<br /><br />Take note that even when the Muslim-haters movement is on the move, you need to know that it is not a popular belief, the whites in London proved to be extremely friendly and welcoming to my Hijab-clad sister and mother when we were there in 2010.<br /><br />When I was there in the month of May, 2010. The Queen of England had just gave a peerage to the first Muslim senator in London.<br /><br />So there is no serious problem of Islamophobia in London.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prayer times</span><br /><br />You can get the prayer timetable in the Malaysia Hall itself or the Mosque in Shoreditch. The Malaysia Hall itself has a big Surau underneath, right next to the canteen.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Step 5: Put the letter in the bottle, throw into the sea, hope for your loved ones to get it.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">You may need some groceries such as bread and nutella to help you ration your money in this budget trip. You may want to buy sim cards for you to call home and tell you mommy that you have safely arrived or brag to your friends of the fact that you are in London and they are still in Parit Sonto sipping coconut juice nursing their envy.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BcK7GYJWCuXh8HCmRh4xJGuvYV-HtHiEVb6-wy9GQUKo2fYr7Wo0GpGHDP3NtVHh3Kje7fJ-p5mWSlOhFj4lBHIFGDBiTeAhQNOZ0gcMNwmXRrFj0ZpSRJGIOnFBJXPjRJ0yb0fF-9fB/s1600/Step+5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_BcK7GYJWCuXh8HCmRh4xJGuvYV-HtHiEVb6-wy9GQUKo2fYr7Wo0GpGHDP3NtVHh3Kje7fJ-p5mWSlOhFj4lBHIFGDBiTeAhQNOZ0gcMNwmXRrFj0ZpSRJGIOnFBJXPjRJ0yb0fF-9fB/s320/Step+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625794827667653714" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Queensway: Everything you need from filthy keychains to knock-off designer bags.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Just two streets away from the Queensborough Terrace is the Queensway: a street full of shops with everything you need. There is a Tesco near the Bayswater underground station and here they sell halal food. Stock yourselves up with bread, butter, jam or even chicken sandwiches.<br /><br />You may be surprised with the cheap prices here, a bag of 6, extremely sweet apples will cost you around 90 pence (like our cents) or 1.20 pounds. At the end of the road is an Alamanda-sized shopping mall called the Whiteleys. You can shop here too. There is also a cinema in Whiteleys in case you want to watch some movies.<br /><br />Along the Queensway Road, there are numerous shops that sell hand phones and you can buy your sim cards here. A fair warning on sim cards, they will tell you a thousand and one offers but you will always be to shy to ask them how to use it. The Malaysian hand phone will sometimes be as giddy as you with the excitement of being in London.<br /><br />There would be some codes for you to enter before you can use the sim cards, but you may dont know this and you will resort the conslusion that the seller had coned you. Again, swallow your ego and ask the seller about the sim card until he is annoyed at your existence.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Step 6: Grind some meat, pick the eggs, shoot the ducks and eat.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldGnlpeKt3DmkBzEGBIfIlvjVwG94-vLfeksRM7o8wYtqEPepc56Uf7R8ABwD8lsxsPe8ZIeVqiBJJN1hKnBNhOKBRme5AYK9Em3CjV9zRerf0HqVxNu1n2jx3eFyU6Vh40PM5uq6oNTt/s1600/Step+6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldGnlpeKt3DmkBzEGBIfIlvjVwG94-vLfeksRM7o8wYtqEPepc56Uf7R8ABwD8lsxsPe8ZIeVqiBJJN1hKnBNhOKBRme5AYK9Em3CjV9zRerf0HqVxNu1n2jx3eFyU6Vh40PM5uq6oNTt/s320/Step+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625798843965566594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Breakfast: Nothing beats the large European portion of Food.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">For all Muslims, here is a good news for you, Halal food is scattered all over London. It is not hard for you to find Halal food. Even some of the western food are halal too.<br /><br />If you are on your way to the Queensway from Queensborough Terrace, you will find a petite restaurant wedged between a money-changing office and souvenir shop, it is overlooking the Bayswater road, here you can have your English food with heavenly hot chocolate for under 10 pounds. (Look at the picture, that is the food that you will get if you eat here.)<br /><br />Fancy a more exotic meal? Near the Tesco which i had explained in Step 5, there is a Pakistani Kebab restaurant called 'Halal', you will not miss this shop since they put the word 'Halal' on top of the shop in red neon light.<br /><br />Or if you miss Malaysian Food for God-knows-what-reason, you can always eat in Malaysia Hall canteen back in Queensborough Terrace. They serve the usual Nasi Campur. A little hint on the taste though because they dont have the similar ingredient like they have in Malaysia, so your 'Teh Tarik' will taste a little powdery since they use creamer and not the run-of-the-mill F&N milk.<br /><br />But a good thing about food in London is that it is off the European Proportion. Meaning to say that it is LARGE! You may find yourself full for the whole day after you had force yourself through a large plate of Chicken Burger with fries at breakfast.<br /><br />For all fast food chains, they are non-halal, but for the non-Muslims, of course there is no problem for you. Plus, the prices for the meals are all around 1 to 3 pounds per meal. So knock yourself out.<br /><br />If you decide to go the fine dining restaurants (there are only one or two that is Halal, try 'Angsana', it is a Malaysian Food restaurant) make sure that you have more than 50 pounds in your pocket because the price on the menus will gouge your ayes out. What is more, you need to hand in a 25% tip for your waiter. Heed my advice, unless you are a son of a money spinning Datuk, or you have a money-spinning Datuk or Datin for your sugar mommies or daddies, or you are a money-spinning datuk yourself, do NOT eat in a fine dining restaurant.<br /><br />Note: The only Halal KFC that I found was in Coventry.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Step 7: Clean your horseshoe, resaddle your horses and canter around.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Now there is always a question of how to move about in London, take note that you are in a city with the most efficient underground trains.<br /><br />They have at least a station in nearly all streets in London. So you can cover a lot of touristic spots using the Underground.<br /></span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgila9duCr04wi_IfQBJhrTFmirU2sFaaXp5bLwyqrgVJu-46wixeEOVCqcSAiGxd0X_NS6X3fIH8HoD0RDOvoVi2EdjRjrZs5n-OOYCTjJ-P9p8pSXnhZwEmk6gPyjKxAVefeTj_WNLMLa/s1600/Step+7.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgila9duCr04wi_IfQBJhrTFmirU2sFaaXp5bLwyqrgVJu-46wixeEOVCqcSAiGxd0X_NS6X3fIH8HoD0RDOvoVi2EdjRjrZs5n-OOYCTjJ-P9p8pSXnhZwEmk6gPyjKxAVefeTj_WNLMLa/s320/Step+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626086702436010610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">London Underground: You'd think that I dont take pictures in Public Transport<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">You need to buy Travel cards rather than Oyster Card or paying at every stations. With only 6.40 pounds per day, you can travel all around region 1 & 2 (these two regions are London, you dont need to travel as far as region 8) and re-use the cards again and again and again.<br /><br />Go to any Shops in Queensway that says 'Travel Cards Available' and but it for 6.40 pounds. The next thing that you need is the underground map, do not be too traumatised with the Kuala Lumpur KTM/Komuter/Star/LRT map that you distrust the Underground Map, it is actually very efficient. First, find out a station nearest to your Touristic Location on your map, look for the station in the underground map and look at the lines that connects the station nearest to you and the station nearest to the location, board the train and enjoy.<br /><br />For example, if you are now at the Queensway, you have two stations on you, either the Queensway or the Bayswater, if you decide to go to the Tower Hill station, Bayswater has a direct line (circle line, yellow in colour on your map) to Tower Hill, make sure you board the right train, for example, if you are going to the tower hill using the circle line (because London underground has more than ten lines), on your map, they mark the circle line with yellow colour, so make sure you board the train with yellow poles in it. Simple as that.<br /><br />London underground is highly efficient, do not worry if you miss a train, they have a train available in every 2 minutes.<br /><br />If you want to understand more how to use the Underground for touristic spots, wait for Part 2 of this post.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Step 8: Break a twig, pick a stone, some trinkets for you to bring back home.</span><br /><br />Of course you would want to buy some souvenirs for your friends to further rub it in to their faces with all their envy.<br /><br />Queesnway is strewn with shops that sells souvenirs, from Teddy bears to key chains. If you are as popular as Brad Pitt, but not as rich, you might want to buy just key chains for your friends, because mugs and t-shirts cost around 5 - 25 pounds.<br /><br />Dont worry about your friends, they will aprreciate it that you think of them when you are having the time of your life, if they say lame/cheap/boring/hmph! to the key chains that you have at least spent nearly RM 10 on, you know who to disinvite to your wedding.<br /><br />Seriously, their currency is nearly 5 to 6 times compared to Malaysian Ringgit, so economise yourself, spend more for your families, that is justified, but not when you have the family with the size of families in Ant hills.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And tha is the end of Part 1, in ppart 2, I will explain to you where to go and what to do at the coolest sights in London. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span><br /></div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-29832467542588823972011-05-23T16:01:00.000-07:002011-05-26T09:11:59.933-07:00after 6 years: the end!After thousands of complaints, liters of tears, cackles of laughter, hours of emo-ing and so on and so on and so on.<div><br /></div><div>The six years have ended.</div><div><br /></div><div>It ended.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And I cannot believe it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>(but actually I can)</div><div><br /></div><div>In this 6 years, I grew up, and most of my friends did too, we came with our high school mentality and we leave with at least non-high school mentality. Even though we are not yet mature enough but </div><div>we still we did grew up. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>This growing up thing will be the reason why I am going to miss studying bot in Maktab and UPM so much. Because this phase of my life is very meaningful. I will miss the lecturers, the study, my friends, the cohort 4 and the ketua warden (seriously?) and everythinglah!</div><div><br /></div><div>I have done a lot of things in these six years, and I am proud of almost all my decisions that I have ever made. Let see some of the things I will miss the most..</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptbeomfE-eFfgBeA1-LdnP8mVB65VQQ8Xk4l6kKffdOnFFjtwW4NHDK-alNYw0_lXLHJ1Gd_eVdER8MhKorgtPiU86QszyMavpjtv7dBQqwVxuXI0Q5WlFHpEIL2bb6YBtSCMBy8o8Qba/s320/19135_282740603354_606748354_3535166_4968787_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610053873592510002" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Awesome friends</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<i>This picture was taken a gazilion years ago, note the immaturity</i>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GQItkiYkdghrJ1olRg0KAuaDtGLdkfAQDM0OVwGe0dnl3W8RbGrFn3NwiYDUquXHVVasiF9SFpcvx6_FgUw71n-qDkaFcaoy7xEOKgad5UH5Ncecw8GLv5y_-8bGEoEgfXHBX0_mOvCn/s320/19135_282755863354_606748354_3535257_6950354_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610054914480185378" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Wasting our time doing Maktab activities</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<i>Most of the cohort 4 will remember this Danga Bay trip 6 years ago as our very first picture moment together. We were at Danga Bay hailing flags for Merdeka celebration, oh we were so young</i>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrcNEFKQyl74klZbGXx5GIdCQicVwha0P7ZzU_2HQkDEAUe6-xxguqooZNpEFc1Fv5YAYh_Lw-pxoio9cyMs30K2AsadFwbEdCaq3uKnHdIo9DwMxsaTKkpb62-MMB7ZZtQJWxSh_NDmM/s320/n535991844_696060_7966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610057325366915746" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">acting in Pygmalion</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<i>Cynthia:</i> <i>Aaaaaoooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh</i>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tizUTbnJ-4YYzkE2t21L51wdEIvtfjG2Z5Yyx6FwkYGdSMRLxT5HAe7crrxDYbbrL-sCRBsLJTQic3u1k_Q0AdkXjp8xi-Wog8Hnn4mgxXFz6TC0VCEihdR1GbcA4Ck-9kJQ7cVmvB6D/s1600/73148_451736739583_599039583_5454569_2052922_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tizUTbnJ-4YYzkE2t21L51wdEIvtfjG2Z5Yyx6FwkYGdSMRLxT5HAe7crrxDYbbrL-sCRBsLJTQic3u1k_Q0AdkXjp8xi-Wog8Hnn4mgxXFz6TC0VCEihdR1GbcA4Ck-9kJQ7cVmvB6D/s320/73148_451736739583_599039583_5454569_2052922_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061900086141122" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Dorm mates<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<i>Since t</i><span style="font-style: italic;">he lovely Maktab decided that i can be a better teacher by living in a dorm, i decided to make that whole sem fun, but we did only one outing with all members present. How can i forget listening to 5 different songs at once, zero privacy, and saifullah screaming at the top of his lungs... oh the times)<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaC-XA1IKA6trZ6bfxcaKqqaiLj7RL5bv75t3Vp5kVDMh4bzIQbuDukhmfS7UjcFV_yeM5_V35UWED3Snp7nk7nAKdne3ZhDLIEYfH6sjme6Z21vbs-GreF4k_ewpFPp6HaY_r8Y89GSC/s1600/34454_1480767546568_1455182889_1491779_4258570_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaC-XA1IKA6trZ6bfxcaKqqaiLj7RL5bv75t3Vp5kVDMh4bzIQbuDukhmfS7UjcFV_yeM5_V35UWED3Snp7nk7nAKdne3ZhDLIEYfH6sjme6Z21vbs-GreF4k_ewpFPp6HaY_r8Y89GSC/s320/34454_1480767546568_1455182889_1491779_4258570_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061896640437042" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Debating for K12, UPM<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<i>we won 9 times in a row, this could be the best team that i have aver had in my entire life. And of course, i was the best speaker, twice...just had to say it.</i>)<br /><br /></div></span></span></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPyhmDD2juNtRC-SXtWOFt-mQLwhyphenhyphenyDkOuTM2cqp-_Zz6jd0VsA4kYi4E5YaX0YM-dLKm4XkVWJcVdk2MksX6z-9-TATu1s7G_7Fx3Or83utwYyXVxgX-unhW8-BxNb1v8wG-f1F-J7Vk/s1600/30920_394604939583_599039583_4173932_2290732_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPyhmDD2juNtRC-SXtWOFt-mQLwhyphenhyphenyDkOuTM2cqp-_Zz6jd0VsA4kYi4E5YaX0YM-dLKm4XkVWJcVdk2MksX6z-9-TATu1s7G_7Fx3Or83utwYyXVxgX-unhW8-BxNb1v8wG-f1F-J7Vk/s320/30920_394604939583_599039583_4173932_2290732_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061893480486274" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">London Trip<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<i>The ultimate event!I was bored with the Cohort's plan to go to the UK that i decided to plan one of my own and bring my mom and sister whose dream was to be in the country where History is alive and literature are as abundant as coakroches in the Larkin gutter.</i><i></i>)<br /><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOpuuE6xxVU7iCD4AjPcriCJsW9VUGX-lmfZFcv24n8MIDASYidmFLHlqVersve18nXTsvHR46WXiurEhRu93duH4YS8zIFUGiKA8f-g3JqVLe2h5jn6PRCwouB5JPBubarGR0BbtUDVj/s1600/12431_232915741468_611151468_4774834_1618410_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOpuuE6xxVU7iCD4AjPcriCJsW9VUGX-lmfZFcv24n8MIDASYidmFLHlqVersve18nXTsvHR46WXiurEhRu93duH4YS8zIFUGiKA8f-g3JqVLe2h5jn6PRCwouB5JPBubarGR0BbtUDVj/s320/12431_232915741468_611151468_4774834_1618410_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061888197732770" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">NAVY</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<i>One of the best decision in my life was to join this thing, and to quit it too... bittersweet memories, definetely enjoyed the training</i><i></i>)<br /><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMF8Pon0r9pi2y6rXNjmUQeokomjHMmYzSPcsp_4JZmw3D7viTTE3hiPDzDjLFX7DL6ri_kwps480rRwIWLbqtYEsfZVq7Nugf4QLzelx0SdNNiYS74oDKMATyXHbPbuJJr8gTEqJ5xNWu/s1600/11046_175947581844_535991844_3057948_2603256_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMF8Pon0r9pi2y6rXNjmUQeokomjHMmYzSPcsp_4JZmw3D7viTTE3hiPDzDjLFX7DL6ri_kwps480rRwIWLbqtYEsfZVq7Nugf4QLzelx0SdNNiYS74oDKMATyXHbPbuJJr8gTEqJ5xNWu/s320/11046_175947581844_535991844_3057948_2603256_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061884108777058" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">OFF WITH HIS HEAD, theater in TESL<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">My first script got in stage and it was good, enough for me, however i did learn things about human behaviour on this course, which would take another whole post to explain</span>)<br /><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1VtPOZOGoKXhA6YGzB_IEJEex8_Z9SQA8DYfM29zohm5tQ2RSGjA-qjQK9Pk9A5uXdPy5bjjgSTEQx_EtRc3qaHQX1FhX6AGEgX01sT0FZQil1y9R23Yhq8eaqcPKZQA7qBzLY8QxSYsW/s1600/10428_1259506570634_1318740560_30752798_6417907_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1VtPOZOGoKXhA6YGzB_IEJEex8_Z9SQA8DYfM29zohm5tQ2RSGjA-qjQK9Pk9A5uXdPy5bjjgSTEQx_EtRc3qaHQX1FhX6AGEgX01sT0FZQil1y9R23Yhq8eaqcPKZQA7qBzLY8QxSYsW/s320/10428_1259506570634_1318740560_30752798_6417907_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061264316933538" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">The lelaki B Bola Baling team<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Kalah bermaruah beb...</span>)<br /><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XQF69DoZcOnT8d-UJYdPU_HQ5aS1gnRFKDEtehjItATVL3RM3MNKyw_IQziTkf69GQJlmc5TGMg1Ht5BUf1Ov0F1sBD5_fi6IDl0FldUV3sjyKkKRNrfuddGk27RRBErgK1d7z8FQvDM/s1600/9132_130170439229_587274229_2541051_6850263_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XQF69DoZcOnT8d-UJYdPU_HQ5aS1gnRFKDEtehjItATVL3RM3MNKyw_IQziTkf69GQJlmc5TGMg1Ht5BUf1Ov0F1sBD5_fi6IDl0FldUV3sjyKkKRNrfuddGk27RRBErgK1d7z8FQvDM/s320/9132_130170439229_587274229_2541051_6850263_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061258364350770" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">The ability to ponteng kelas and go to places like aquaria to enjoy life<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Certainly you cannot pull stuff like this when u are in the working world. So i would definitely miss it. This was when Samantha, Cynthia and I decided to ditch Puan Juridah's class and went gawking at giant Arapaima in giant aquarium</span><i></i>)<br /><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9PrA_Osy-Xj2b-tgfp1ouun_ZYfo27B6O7RZPzqSdMPd_Cf0DHCAbPlKv4a5PKzR1QqTD2wmJXMwF8BBlB-m8bxUbSlTBBJwtfAtoQO31yBt3N47byHQyOXURmnCs39hgtymuVq7LWI0s/s1600/6415_98195028354_606748354_2162013_4294565_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9PrA_Osy-Xj2b-tgfp1ouun_ZYfo27B6O7RZPzqSdMPd_Cf0DHCAbPlKv4a5PKzR1QqTD2wmJXMwF8BBlB-m8bxUbSlTBBJwtfAtoQO31yBt3N47byHQyOXURmnCs39hgtymuVq7LWI0s/s320/6415_98195028354_606748354_2162013_4294565_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061255073578978" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Hardcore Literature Class<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Now I am going to be stcuk teaching who is Miss Broome in the infamous qwertyuiop. but i really miss learning harcore literature with a hardcore lecturer such as Dr. Edwin.</span>)<br /><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1u08KYYE3VVDEyX1uStw3m5uN4vOmncmn87aOT6nQpHonRneQcu2LIP8DxR6gbwwW_OUeKub6nyX3bbk1O5D3JkSlUDSb6EyEOEoUfVH0T9PJI0Ac_EgpXYijsIiAqO_u4ElncuvSfyY/s1600/5720_107819638718_598603718_2151847_8226043_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1u08KYYE3VVDEyX1uStw3m5uN4vOmncmn87aOT6nQpHonRneQcu2LIP8DxR6gbwwW_OUeKub6nyX3bbk1O5D3JkSlUDSb6EyEOEoUfVH0T9PJI0Ac_EgpXYijsIiAqO_u4ElncuvSfyY/s320/5720_107819638718_598603718_2151847_8226043_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061250825267410" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Wearing normal people clothes<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Of course this doesnt apply in Maktab, but still, i am going to be stuck with the noose-like neck tie and i hate it. I miss keeping my hair long and messy and wearing my stripy t-shirt and jeans</span>)<br /><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpl8BI68l2MGKPv7Si9Svt2O_4V_xAcZFR4GQdOYVKagTJ7fkyeeZ6e9cmjTmuG-pihuP159orz6YDGQomBKW7WVWnD5sdDzmcW0-qIdbJkW6NRr0JJuHVrWFaFpHgDhTddNEYf0VwHAr/s1600/5720_107628053718_598603718_2149547_3850769_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpl8BI68l2MGKPv7Si9Svt2O_4V_xAcZFR4GQdOYVKagTJ7fkyeeZ6e9cmjTmuG-pihuP159orz6YDGQomBKW7WVWnD5sdDzmcW0-qIdbJkW6NRr0JJuHVrWFaFpHgDhTddNEYf0VwHAr/s320/5720_107628053718_598603718_2149547_3850769_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610061245170982994" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc0000;">Going out to cool places like the theater<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">They dont have things like this in JB or anywhere i'm posted later</span>)</div></span></span></div></div><br />There are actually loads more that i would miss, come on, it is 6 years of my life... but the focus now is THE END, so lets be excited for the next phase of life....<br /></span></span></div>Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-53778411338453581712011-03-17T02:05:00.000-07:002011-03-17T02:26:07.983-07:00Committing suicideI have been watching a lot of Hindi films growing up, 70% of the reason being that my dad hails from the land where there they say Romance is thriving... (India, really?)<br /><br />Well, the point is, Hindi films had taught me a lot, for example, never go against your parents in choosing a bride, you will have to burst in songs and you will have to roll down the hill with you forbidden lover. I for one is tone-deaf, so I have to follow this lesson so i wont start to croak out a song and create a wave of hate mail drowning my house...<br /><br />Anyway...<br /><br />One of the lesson that I got from watching Hindi films is (apart from how to dance and sing and roll down a hill) is about suicide.<br /><br />you see, Bollywood in the 80s and 90s are famous with its suicide scene, example, a girl who is denied her lover by the parents will burst into a heartfelt song and used her father hard-earned petrol oil and her brother's matches (which he kept secret from the father because of a whole different subplot) and dramatically burst into flames and died, much to the father's regret.<br /><br />The lesson of the story that I got from my parental guidance support is that;<br /><br />Never ever commit suicide, because life is a gift and you would be buying a ticket straight to hell if you do it... also, committing suicide would be a very,very painful way to go.<br /><br />Well, in Islam, committing suicide is haram. Since life is given by Allah s.w.t, so you must find a way to make your life worthy and productive. All your problems which would bring you to the edge of the knife would be a test from Him, so you should find a way to survive with your faith intact.<br /><br />Well, of course I am against committing suicide and the last time i checked, the whole world is against it too... until Euthanasia is made legalized in America (America has more possibilities than India)<br /><br />I read that most people who turned into Euthanasia had three main relevance ;<br />1. 'I am too old and sick, I dont want to trouble others'<br />--- and the whole world is nodding in understanding while watching whoever that had made this complaint pay thousands to a hospital to die.<br />2. 'I am old now, i cannot bear watching my wife die before me, so we decided to die together'<br />---and the whole world 'awwwwed' in understanding that they are such romantic couple<br />3. 'So what? I dont fear death, life is too complicated, with politicians and corruptions, i wanna see God'<br />----??? speechless<br /><br />Well, to me, whatever you rational is, it is still suicide, it is still Haram, it still seems to me that you have given up.<br /><br />God has plans for all of us, even when you are sick and needy or just plain stupid, stop being selfish and imagine how much blessings the people who are taking care of you would gain...<br /><br />well, euthanasia for me is just one more way to commit suicide that Bollywood havent use.Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-85529611160133287382011-03-11T16:05:00.000-08:002011-03-11T16:35:25.734-08:00A Landslide Brought Me BackSo yeah, I think the entire universe heard me when I complained about my students and my teaching practical...<br /><br />It is like a virus, controlling my brain telling me it make a lot of sense for me to complain. I rationalize myself that if i dont complain, i would become crazy.<br /><br />But i didnt realise how stupid and immature it is that i complained about a band of 16 years old tearing my brain out.<br /><br />It is my job, i signed up into this, i knew what i was going to deal with.<br /><br />but i still complain...<br /><br />Like a a four year old spoilt brat who was denied the world's most colorful sweet.<br /><br />So yesterday, i complained about a boy in my class whose sport is to make fun of me. I complained as loudly as i could. Towards 7.00 pm i realised how brazenly stupid i was while i was complaining.<br /><br />So i tried to avoid myself wallowing in the sudden embarrassment by looking through Youtube looking for videos of losers trying to catch attention by dressing up like clowns and miming to Justin Bieber's I need somebody to love.<br /><br />But what i found slapped me so hard that i was depressed the whole night.<br /><br />The tsunami in Japan.<br /><br />Here I was, thinking that i was having a bad day, and happily cursing a 16 year old while thousands in Japan were going through a nightmare came to life.<br /><br />The tsunami literally wiped out the civilisation. Houses.People.Cars.Buses. All gone in matters of minutes.<br /><br />And i was complaining that i had one idiotic kid in my class...<br /><br />The survivors were dealing with their lives literally turning upside down. Lost loved ones, and any kind of momentos of their lost loved ones were swept away too...<br /><br />No photo albums, no homes, they cant tell their friends that 'this is the place where i used to do something absolutely wicked/happy'<br /><br />To them it will remind them of the time where they felt a humongous loss and defeat and sadness.<br /><br />And i was complaining about my life while i was eating twisties and watching Glee.<br /><br />I feel so stupid and childish...<br /><br />My heart goes out for the victims.<br /><br />My prayers are for you.<br /><br />and to everyone else who is going through the same problem;<br /><br />The survivors in Christchurch, New Zealand.<br /><br />The survivors of the Brazil's mudslide<br /><br />The survivors Haiti and the China earthquake<br /><br />The children in Palestine<br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Where is Ultraman when u need him?Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-39107082707422837852010-12-26T22:21:00.000-08:002010-12-26T22:40:24.264-08:00Kenapa aku benci dengar orang mengutuk Menteri?<span style="font-style: italic;">Sorry, but this is my blog, so to evade from any hate-mail or unwanted comments... I just want to say... this is what I think...<br /><br />Oh yes, despite what u'll read, I am not a pro-govt. Im just like an impartial bystander...<br /></span><br />Kebanyakan masa bila aku surf internet atau lepak dalam dorm, kadang2 ade je cerita2 sumbang pasal elaun tak masuk lagi, lepas tu ntah macam mana bole sampai pada Perdana Menteri makan duit rakyat.<br /><br />Aku dah penat dah dengar orang semua kecoh cakap pasal orang2 BN dok pecah amanah, makan duit rakyat, penuh dengan corruption. Naik bosan beb..<br /><br />Aku bukan ade apa-apa preference pun, sebab aku belum pernah mengundi, tapi nampaknya aku sentiasa dikelilingi oleh pembenci2 kerajaan.<br /><br />Yang aku pelik, orang yang dok tak habis-habis meng-gebang asik sibuk tekankan pasal duit. Haritu masa belanjawan, bak gunung berapi meletus kemarahan budak2 ni. Sebab rakyat tak dapat bonus... so meracau la diorng...<br /><br />terus ade yang quote ayat2 pujangga kat aku; ade yang quote ayat machiavelli, plato, nik aziz dan sebagainye...<br /><br />ayat2 yang aku pernah dengar dari orang-orang yang membangkang kerajaan;<br /><br />1. Ah, 1 malaysia, haprak... duit sume untuk diorg, rakyat makan tahi!<br />2. Duit elaun kita tak masuk pasal najib guna duit tu untuk rasuah org, kan tahun depan pilihan raya...<br />3. Kita patut sokong PAS, pasal nik aziz makan pakai tangan, tapi najib makan pakai sudu dan garpu emas.<br />4. Rosmah rambut besar, aku benci dia...<br /><br />Tapi bila time Najib turun padang, kuarkan duit repair 2-3 kawasan perumahan dan rumah-rumah pangsa... diorg tak kata ape2...<br /><br />Bila Rosmah dok bising2 suh sume org berkhidmat lebih dalam bidang sukan dan pelbagai aktiviti kemanusiaan, pun diorg senyap...<br /><br />Sebenarnye banyak je yang diorg buat,,, tapi aku tak tau la.. pada aku macam tak cukup akal je org2 kuat kutuk ni...<br /><br />Kutuk ye lah, kate boleh nak kutuk pemimpin yang tak adil... tapi bila aku tanye apa yang Najib tak adil... tersenyap lak...<br /><br />Aku terus terang aku takkan vote PAS... sebab kalau PAS menang maksudnye DAP dan PKR pun menang... dua parti tu lebih sekular dari BN...<br /><br />PAS mmg perjuangkan Islam... tapi bila dah berganding ngan DAP yang lebih sekular dari Amerika tu... cana lak aku nak caya dia memperjuangkan Islam bersama PArti sekular? adakah dia nak wat civil war ngan DAP bile dia mng?<br /><br />Aih...<br /><br />Kutukan dan tuduhan most of the time macam rupa bentuk fitnah...<br /><br />Kalau Najib decide nak bagi every rakyat RM 5oo sebulan baru OK kot... itu pun nanti org kate najib buat propaganda...<br /><br />Ntahla... so far, aku rasa Najib ok je... tapi mesti diorg akan kate aku dok baca utusan... ntah la... aku tak baca newspaper...<br /><br />Kalau betullah PAS menang next term.. aku teringin gak nak nengok macamana diorg nak tunaikan janji dan elak dari corruption...<br /><br />Susah aku nak pikir satu badan yang takde corruption... ntah, Pakatan Rakyat kate diorg takde... hmmm... takdela kot.. atau itu hanya propaganda.,..?<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Aku termarah kejap pasal aku dok dngar org2 kat kedai bapak aku gebang cam Presiden U.S... padahal habuk pun takde... bosan aku dengar org mengutuk dan fitnah...<br /><br />kalau betul, bagi bukti... sekadar lidah... budak umo 3 taon pun bole buat...<br /></span></span>Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-84508177190457392752010-12-21T19:27:00.000-08:002010-12-21T20:41:10.131-08:00Best Female Classic Characters represented on screen by an actress.You know when you read books, your mind start to imagine how the settings look like, how the characters look like, and how everything happens.<br /><br />And then, some hollywood director starts making an adaptation of the book that you read and you go to the cinema and start to compare the things that you have imagined and the things that the directors had put on the screen.<br /><br />You may get disappointed, because the thing on the screen did not match your expectation, or you may be happy because the director had captured everything in the book and presented it so well.<br /><br />You know how classic books tend to describe the events/characters in such details that you can imagine the shape of the nose of a character so well? Well, i cant help but to compare, and i cant help but to fall in love with some of the actresses who had portrayed the characters so well.<br /><br />Well, mostly, i fell in love with the characters after i saw that the hot actress playing her, so mostly, at the end of the day, it probably is just physical.<br /><br />Well, anyway, i have picked my favourite representations of female classic characters on screen; below are the top 5;<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Please note that I am NOT an expert on either literature or castings for movies. Below are only my opinions as a reader and an avid movie go-er. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Romola Garai in the 2009 BBC series 'Emma'</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Adapted from the character <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Emma Woodhouse</span> from Jane Auten's novel <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">'Emma'</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyWtoDsSSMjqjIlayNmjulhZYYmOp0THP6U9AnbQtLKD9nqOphB5iSBAIwzKP2a79z2gF0L9lAuKH5hXhS7yyZyinGwmw2nXmXo6yBSr0ceMGwRLRlmeqsN0EjgdKe3G5q3aXGFRM7Lyy/s1600/emma.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyWtoDsSSMjqjIlayNmjulhZYYmOp0THP6U9AnbQtLKD9nqOphB5iSBAIwzKP2a79z2gF0L9lAuKH5hXhS7yyZyinGwmw2nXmXo6yBSr0ceMGwRLRlmeqsN0EjgdKe3G5q3aXGFRM7Lyy/s320/emma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553347940257445986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Apart from her unusual name, and the fact that she is hot (the pic above does not do her justice), she is a great actress and she had played Emma Woodhouse exactly the way i had imagined Emma Woodhouse to be. I spent nearly four weeks downloading this 4 episodes series by BBC and i fell in love with Garai all over again. She had acted in a number of Classic adaptations and the one that i have watched before Emma was her role as Amilia Sedley in 2004 Vanity Fair. That was good too, only that her role in Emma was better.<br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Gillian Anderson in the 2005 BBC series 'Bleak House'</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Adapted from the character <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Lady Dedlock</span> from Charles Dicken's novel '<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Bleak House</span>'<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHg3-nBLGXi1sqP_VwGYe8H8vyN8CKEp8ttJLkYLsIvpbiosnmarZ0x8PCpEntsWWP3RPUNz_j2wEIkFENsXvHQBDqhb7lDtwe8vBb7c_H3oibNoXdXO-8f8V5DxPuJ8RwvN6q2vnXpsi/s1600/bleak_house.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHg3-nBLGXi1sqP_VwGYe8H8vyN8CKEp8ttJLkYLsIvpbiosnmarZ0x8PCpEntsWWP3RPUNz_j2wEIkFENsXvHQBDqhb7lDtwe8vBb7c_H3oibNoXdXO-8f8V5DxPuJ8RwvN6q2vnXpsi/s320/bleak_house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553350056301044450" border="0" /></a><br />Lady Dedlock was a tortured aristocrat and she chose to kept her misery in silence while adopting a haughty characteristics. (You can read yourself how Lady Dedlock is in Bleak House)<br />Gillian Anderson did not only played Lady Dedlock well, she did it even better, from the face expression to her aloof speeches, she would have made Charles Dickens proud. I know I am no expert, but she should have got some awards for this performance.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Liv Tyler in the 2001 movie 'The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring'</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Adapted from the character <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Arwen Undomiel </span>from J.R.R Tolkien's novel '<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring</span>'</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBfD4huj97k1werMTnjZTG6iYUIC35jiV1njyd2PrzFhe5zAqB9aQLeaJkrKtt9zmu9CdDwZ0Ir6wKwA04GpGwmT1zsOsazTiMZzoEGzSnbs0lezIIajHSOhcv6_5jZy8lwPoKZvxNxCR/s1600/lady_arwen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBfD4huj97k1werMTnjZTG6iYUIC35jiV1njyd2PrzFhe5zAqB9aQLeaJkrKtt9zmu9CdDwZ0Ir6wKwA04GpGwmT1zsOsazTiMZzoEGzSnbs0lezIIajHSOhcv6_5jZy8lwPoKZvxNxCR/s320/lady_arwen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553353244880207890" border="0" /></a>Liv Tyler is SUPER hot. I know that her character was aggrandized in the movie since she did not appaeared to be a heroic elf who saved Frodo from the creepy-9-dead-obsessed-over-a-freakin'-ring-kings in the book. But that scene, where she saved Frodo was the scene where i fell in love with her. The part where she cluctch Frodo on her horse in the middle of the River and said to the creepy, astmathic Kings 'If you want him, come and claim him!' with that deep voice. I melt like an ice thrown in a fire.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Rosamund Pike in the 2005 movie 'Pride and Prejudice'</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Adapted from the character <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Jane Bennet</span> from Jane Austen's novel '<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Pride and Prejudice</span>'</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMImCkJ58H6tMcKdcQ2G5ESY6TMuWn7VJ4R_zWXKRanu1oe9w-jD-yrodPKeEVpKy3Q2eYL-dUNrUqzCn3qjLCQq1dJ-XJCJI73vJk6qWXNbiBfDYqv1ihwGGhmzgWYBMmyIUalUukc4u/s1600/3220456_tml.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMImCkJ58H6tMcKdcQ2G5ESY6TMuWn7VJ4R_zWXKRanu1oe9w-jD-yrodPKeEVpKy3Q2eYL-dUNrUqzCn3qjLCQq1dJ-XJCJI73vJk6qWXNbiBfDYqv1ihwGGhmzgWYBMmyIUalUukc4u/s320/3220456_tml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553356075498323234" border="0" /></a>Oh Rosamund Pike... You know, if you watch the movie, you will be happier seeing the scene where there is Jane Bennet rather than watching Lizzy Bennet. I mean, just look at her! She captured the suitable poise of Jane in the book and plus - SHE IS SUPER SUPER SUPER HOT! I know the picture did not really do her justice here but just googled her yourself... she was once a bond girl, but i dont care... she had been Jane, and i cant imagine Jane as anyone else but Pike's.<br /><br />Oh, note that Moven Christie as Jane in 2008 ITV Series 'Lost in Austen' was quite good too, she is not pretty but she is GOOD.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Peta Wilson in the 2003 movie 'League of Extraordinary Gentlemen'</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Adapted from the character <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Wilhelmina Harker</span> from Bram Stoker's novel '<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Dracula</span>'</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqPeNY-Bys5lXTcsA71c0Kmq5DMYgqyMs0KiU1Jv0xCzruTV8aeTAf9MydLlIsq1aFH59LG17LBYr_lzDytD9sfet7K2NJ00Ut5BnhigKtxgpJQRb03YkkurmMuTAGDPvozvN7NmDgxip/s1600/133414__harker_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqPeNY-Bys5lXTcsA71c0Kmq5DMYgqyMs0KiU1Jv0xCzruTV8aeTAf9MydLlIsq1aFH59LG17LBYr_lzDytD9sfet7K2NJ00Ut5BnhigKtxgpJQRb03YkkurmMuTAGDPvozvN7NmDgxip/s320/133414__harker_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553360583066954754" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, the character Mina Harker in the league movie was actually from the comic book with a lot of classic book's characters. But she was originally from the novel itself.<br /><br />I am actually not big on vampires, what with the explosion of vampire-clan movies nowadays such as Twilight (which had destroyed all vampires for me) true blood, vampire diaries and so on and so on and so on... but one cant forget the count who started it all, Dracula... and of course little ol' Bram...<br /><br />Anyway, Peta Wilson in that role in the movie... with her deep aloof voice and her sudden change into a vampire... and also her line when she was captured by one of the villains;<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Villain: I guessed as much, that they would do anything to protect you...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Mina: See now that is your biggest mistake, thinking that I need them to protect me...</span><br /><br />She said this in deep voice before she turned into a vampire and juiced the villain alive!!! That was, i think the best performance by Peta Wilson compared to all her Nikita episodes -COMBINED!<br /><br />And another plus point... Peta's hotness...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well, there... I didnt read much and i didnt watch much.,... over the time, I watched more formidable actress toppled others in the perfomance in adapting any characters from the Classics... I cant wait for the 2011 adaptation of 'Jane Eyre'... Mia Wasikowska indeed...</span>Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566011497759709515.post-9495681379385453112010-12-19T22:00:00.000-08:002010-12-19T22:32:52.505-08:00sex tu ape?Perkara ini berlaku semasa umur aku enam tahun...<br /><br />aku pada waktu ini adalah seorang budak kecik yang baik lagi innocent... dan aku mempunyai satu obsesi... iaitu menulis di sana sini...<br /><br />Disebabkan aku pada waktu ini agak genius dan boleh membaca dan menulis, aku pun tanpa penat lelah dan jemu aku asyik menulis pelbagai benda di semua tempat, walhal di dinding rumah dan juga daun keladi jiran aku pun dijadikan kertas - tapi tak ramai yang marah, sebab orang anggap aku cute dan bijak serta geliga kerana boleh menulis pada umur yang kecik.<br /><br />Jadi dipendekkan cerita, ahli keluarga aku, walaupun mereka appreciate aku pandai menulis, mereka juga penat mahu mengecat rumah setiap kali aku menjahanamkan dinding rumah aku dengan prosa-prosa hasil karya aku.<br /><br />maka mereka pun membelikan aku sebatang pensel dan menyuruh aku mengisi segala jenis borang yang wujud di mana-mana sebagai ganti kepada dinding dan tanaman berdaun lebar milik jiran aku. Tetapi, memang aku tak aim daun keladi; surat avon jiran aku, aku songlap borang order dia. Borang langganan majalah jelita kakak aku pun menjadi mangsa. Pelbagai jenis borang la aku isi, semuanya dalam bahasa melayu...<br /><br />Nak dijadikan cerita, mak aku dulu2 selalu beli surat khabar new straits times, dan terdapat pelbagai jenis borang di dalam surat khabar tersebut. Tetapi masalah pada aku ialah... aku tak paham kebanyakan requirement borang berbahasa inggeris itu...<br /><br />jadi terjadilah sebuah kisah yang memalukan pernah berlaku kat aku;<br /><br />pada suatu hari, rumah aku sedang lengang... abang2 aku dok main2 ngan kengkawan dia, bapak aku merayap mana ntah aku tak ingat. Mak dan kakak2 aku dok lepak kat rumah jiran untuk melibatkan diri mereka dalam network makcik2 sekampung untuk mendapatkan infomasi terkini.<br /><br />Aku pulak tengah happy dok kat depan rumah browsing New Straits Times terbaru untuk borang2 fresh untuk aku isi...<br /><br />sedang aku seronok mengisi satu borang ni, aku terjumpa masalah yang kerap aku jumpa apabila aku mengisi borang2 berbahasa inggeris;<br /><br />name: (aku bole jawap la yang ni)<br />Age: (ni pun aku boleh jawap)<br />Sex: <span style="font-style: italic;">Yang ni la masalah aku... aku tak paham apa makna sex pada umur ini.</span>.. aku tak tau yang ia membawa makna jantina dan juga membawa makna aksi pasangan berkahwin di ranjang. mana la aku tau... walaupun mak aku seorang bekas guru bahasa inggeris... dan sering mengajar aku vocab2 besar masa umur aku 6 taon... dia tak penah lak ajar aku maksud perkataan ni... ye la.. mak mana nak explain maksud sex masa anak dia umur 6 taon woi?<br /><br />berbalik pada aku yang tgh dok sorang2 kat umah dan tengah konpius apa makna sex dalam borang tu, aku bersemngat untuk menjawap slot sex: tu kali ni juga... sebab selalu aku boleh jawap semua requirement kecualilah requirement sex itu...<br /><br />maka aku pun berlari dengan menggunakan kaki kecilku ke rumah jiran di mana mak dan kakak2 aku dan segala makcik di taman perumahan aku tengah melepak...<br /><br />aku menolak pagar umah jiran aku dengan penuh excited, curiosity aku membuak2... aku nampak mak aku dan lebih kurang sepuluh orang makcik2 setaman tengah duduk2 makan goreng pisang sambil berbual2.<br /><br />aku panggil mak aku, mak aku terus pandang aku, ingat tak aku kate masa umur aku 6 taon aku ni cute? maka disebabkan aku cute, sume makcik2 yang ada dlam umah tu mendiamkan diri dan semua memberi perhatiajn mereka pada aku... diorang nak tau apa Azhar yang cute dan bijak serta geliga ini mahu berkata?<br /><br />aku dengan penuh innocentnye aku bertanya;<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">'Mak, sex tu ape?'</span><br /><br />effect selepas tu, semua makcik yang dah terdiam pada asalnya tambah tergamam... semua muka terkejut... mak aku terkejut beruk dan ketawa sambil tersipu2 memandang rakan2 networknye...<br /><br />mahu lebih kurang lepas 5 minit diorng sume terkejut mak aku bersuara..<br /><br />'<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Sex tu bende kotor... mana kau dengar perkataan ni... dah jangan dengar2 lagi perkataan macam tu... kalau dengar tutup telinga'</span><br /><br />agaknya macam tu la mak aku kate.. tapi aku ingat mak aku kate 'sex tu bende kotor'<br /><br />aku balik umah dengan penuh konpius dengan kenapa org nak taruk requirement untuk bende kotor dalam borang... apa bende kotor yang orang nak isis dalam borang? apa? apa?<br /><br />maka aku buat kesimpulan sendiri pada waktu tu;<br /><br /><br />sex bermakna warna tahi kau secara general...<br /><br /><br /><br />pastu aku kompius balik... kenapa org nak tau warna tahi dalam borang...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pada waktu malam tu, mak ngan kakak2 aku tanye mana aku dengar perkataan sex tu.... aku kate dalam borang... diorng pun ketawa berdekah2...<br /><br />pastu baru mak aku bagitau... yang borang tu nak tau aku ni laki ke pompuan... oh, skang aku baru paham...<br /><br />'tapi nape bende tu mak kate kotor?'<br /><br />'er... takpe, lupakan... kalo lepasni ko jumpa perkataan tu dalam borang, makna dia nak ko bagitau dia ko laki ke pompuan... ok?'<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />6 taon lepas tu baru aku paham makna perkataan sex yang lagi satu tu...<br /><br />baru aku paham kenapa makcik2 tu sume terkejut...<br /><br />kesian mak aku... mesti dia malu gile....Melancholic Foolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292447401172149136noreply@blogger.com2