Dear "you", Yes, "you".

How much do you think you can take? HOW much more do you want? You can't take it to your grave...let alone your generation to take it to theirs. You're not God, you don't live forever, neither are your children who are corrupt or might be corrupted. Selfish bastards, your uncorrupted generation will suffer for the things you did, are doing, will do if you don't stop.You won't be there to be able protect them. The most dangerous creatures on earth are not those wild beasts out there...It's US, humans. Don't you know that humans are capable to kill without mercy? Everyone in their sane mind had had the thought of killing someone they hate. Why didn't you think you might be a target or have already becoming one? Thanks to the borderless world, the world is smaller than you think it is. You can run but you can't hide forever.

Look how corrupted you people are. You really don't get it, do you? Don't you feel tired taking what you can and what you want all the time? Don't you feel mentally exhausted thinking or dreaming that someday, you'll meet your match and take everything you have stolen and even things that are rightfully yours? Don't you feel tormented at all?


Riots would definitely ruin the economy but if it's the only way, we all  might go down together. Since, there's nothing much left to save for humanity if you keep on doing what you do best. Steal and lie about it.

Why I think PPSMI is otherwise...

Well, whatever that I have here for this entry would be based on my opinions on the opinions' of others (not entirely...).

A few years ago, PPSMI (Pengajaran Sains dan Matematik dalam Bahasa Inggeris) aka The Teaching and Learning of Science and Mathematics in English was implemented and there were objections from some and were hurrayed by some. And now the Education Ministry has decided to abolish this policy in 2012 and of course objections and hurrays come from parents, students, educationists etc.

I don't want to do a pros and cons here because all these do not apply to all. All I can say is that, some do benefit (good for them) and some lose a lot (not so good for them) from this policy. Overall, this policy is good but it does not really help those who lack the ability in comprehending the language. So, this group of people really lose a lot, I must say. I mean, is it really a good idea to continue with it since we have more students who are not good in the English language (not to mention the teachers)? 

Anyways, my brain is telling me this: "Isn't it already too late when it was implemented years ago?" After decades of being "brainwashed" by certain parties that learning the English Language iaitu (I quote) "Bahasa Penjajah" is a "threat" to our national language, which is the Malay Language, so, what made them think that implementing this policy would help at all? The majority (brainwashed) of the population do not want it. Only the minority wants it. Shouldn't they open up these brainwashed population's mind before forcing the policy on them? If they fail to do so, then they wouldn't have it implemented it in the first place. (We'd have saved billions of ringgit that comes from the tax payers' money--my money too). 

I hate being brainwashed because I was living my life "brainwashed" for years thinking it's the truth. When I started to open my eyes and look around and see all the false things that were embedded into my mind, I felt like I was a puppet, a toy, a tool for somebody bigger than me to get what they want. The last thing I want to feel is -- being stupid and not realising that I was stupid. At the end of the day, it's all politics...yes, politics...urghh! How I hate that word or any words that is related to it, but ELECTION is a very powerful word but (again) sometimes are manipulated. See!!? Politics. Urghh! I was brainwashed that all politics is a dirty game. Forget about your turbo...Brainwash...lagi POWER.

So, you see. Since, PPSMI will be abolished anyway. Parents asked that PPSMI to be kept as an option. Hmmm...I pity the teachers. Parents who are not from the educational background will never understand the hardship faced by the teachers. Teachers are really underpaid, you know? Not only, they have to take care of their children, they have to take care of the studentsssssss and the studentssssssss' parents. 

Parents, without teachers, you are nothing. 

Parents, your parents respect your teachers. 

Remember that. 

Also, remember this. 

Parents, you are not your children. 

Parents, are your children brought up the same way your parents brought you up? 

Don't lie ah!

 Haih, parents complain that the teachers are not teaching in school. How do they know that? Because their children told them. Never occur to them, their children would lie to them to and let the teacher be the scapegoat to get away from trouble is it? 

Monologku:"Mak angkat, tengok! (pause)...kesian..."

Sistem pendidikan di Malaysia seperti cuaca. Asyik berubah je...Asyik... asyik... asyik
Asyik... asyiknya bercinta...

Let's go Home

"The one who reaches me first will follow me home!" And so, she starts running and the little ones start chasing her. Eventually, one reaches her and she carries it and pats it on the head lovingly.
"I'll buy you." she says. "Oh, this fella will be slightly bigger than the average Shih Tsu." The pet shop owner says. "Really? I like him. He looks smart." As she presses its belly against her chest like any mother would carry a baby.

"Let's get you some puppy food, puppy milk, bowl for your food and water, doggie house and some chew toys for you." She lowered her body and puts the puppy on its feet and watches the puppy runs excitedly towards its siblings. They jump up and down, roll here and there. She watches from a distance while browsing for the puppy's necessities. The puppies look like a bunch of fur balls moving, bouncing. "How adorable..." She smiles as she thinks to herself.

She lays the things on the counter one by one and says, "Michael, surely I'm allowed to be given more discounts. This is a lot, you know?" "Aiyah! Can! Can! Can! No problem! "The pup is 550, I'll give you 500. The rest would be...umm.." Tick..tack.tick..tick..tap..tap..and finally he says, "Okay, the total is 720. I give you this collar and leash free of charge since you're  regular here and discounts for the dry food." "Thank you, Michael. Is there anything else that I should add? In case, if I missed anything." "Okay, wait. Let me check ahh...arr...you forgot the shampoo la dey." he smirks as he says it. "And the pup is already vaccinated." "Aduh! I totally forgot about the shampoo!" He goes to the rack and picks a puppy shampoo and puts it in the plastic bag. "Here, total now is 740 after discount for the shampoo." "Thanks."

She carries the plastic bags as one of the employees carries the doggie house to the car. Then, she goes to the back of the shop, pats the Golden Retriever puppies, the 8-month-old rottweiler named Max, Michael's Chihuahuas, and of course the Shih Tsus. "Come now, puppy." She calls out to the puppy. It excites her when the puppy she picks runs to her. She goes down to her knee on the floor and carries the puppy as it jumps up to her. Before they leave, "Say bye bye to Michael and your brother and sisters."

"You'll love it there. I will care for you. And definitely spoil you." She whispers into the puppy's ear as they walk to the car. She puts his face against hers, gives it a kiss before putting him in the doggie house at the back seat of the car and jumps to the driver's seat. She looks at the rear view mirror and says, "Piku, let's go home."

Gordon drives me around town...

It's not any Gordon you can find in the world. Yes, it's Mr. Gordon Ramsay himself, the well known chef. It was after I finished my meal at a hotel's restaurant. He was waiting for me at the hotel lobby when I was heading towards the entrance. He asked me about the food and I told him it was fine. He didn't seem to believe me. (Yah! It was not worth the money I paid or the food, the food was just edible). Then, I spilled the beans, I told him that the bloody 5-Star Hotel shouldn't be serving food we can easily get from the roadside stalls!

Then, he asked to jump in the car..okay...my first thought was hmmm...car? I've never seen him drive other than he riding on his bike. So, here we were cruising down the road with restaurants along the sides of the road. And I saw 'Spanish Escapade' sign board. I remembered I've read a review on that restaurant, which was fairly good or above average. I asked the chef, he said, he was there, and the food was good. I looked (Wait for me...baby) as we passed the Spanish restaurant.

Let's go back to what I intended to blog about. Yes, when you're with a chef especially when you are not one. You expect him to cook something to impress your taste buds but I'm a no one special to him so he's not going to cook anything special to comfort me from the meal I tasted at the hotel. It was part of the assignment anyway. So, back in the kitchen, there were lots..I mean LOTS of bowls with different types of ingredients in it. And...I can't remember any of it and I fear the worst, that was the chef cursing and swearing at me. I cannot stand shouting or screaming and loud people. My ears would ring and make me really uncomfortable that my facial expression would change.

But, the odd thing was...the chef was neither shouting nor cursing. He simply repeated everything patiently. Hmm...I had mixed feelings not knowing if he was going to blow anytime that moment or was he simply in a good mood?

Then I opened my eyes, "Oh...now, I get it."

Monologku: Akibat Kitchen Nightmare marathon sepanjang hari di hujung minggu.

It's okay, miss.

Here's where I think that almost every one would have mistaken the purpose of this entry by judging the title. I don't know what to feel, I had mixed feelings until now. I think I would definitely spread this to all to my future students. I was utterly disgusted and sad with their response (yes, THEIR, it's neither his nor her but THEIR).

We had a progressive test yesterday, and a LOT of them were absent as usual. I told them, we had the test, and informed the number of people who have sat for the test (which was 4) and the rest would have to settle for a ZERO. And yes, the title of the entry was their response. How can they just settle with just that egg?

I don't understand students nowadays anymore... They are taking everything for granted and I pity their parents. Their tuition fees are expensive and they're not from a very well-to-do family. Argh! I don't even want to get started with the seniors. It's like going back to high school where bullies happened. I just hope, they'll grow up and stop fooling around with their parents' money and the PTPTN is merciless after they graduate unless they managed to get 1st class, which I really doubt. 

Monologku: Selamat Berjaya..

It's MEAT wrapping IRON.

We've always talked about being courteous on the road, be careful and be considerate to other drivers, not tailgating, giving signals at the right time (not at the last minute), and how we motorists FEAR the motorcyclists who go about speedily and recklessly. I've read the papers the other day and someone was suggesting to ban motorcycles on highways during festive seasons as they have the higher risk of being involved in accidents and mostly end in a pity state, which is death.


I went to Sri Petaling Hotel ta couple of nights ago to meet up with my boyfriend's sisters as they just came back from their holidays. They were telling me about a terrible accident that had happened in Tangkak, Johor. A kid was trapped under a vehicle. If you've never been to Tangkak, it's between the Gunung Ledang recreation park and Muar. The two to four-lane road is always busy with cars, buses and yes, motorcycles. Each lane...is not that wide and I dreaded passing through the town with all the road users who don't give a damn about safety.  My blood pressure rises, my heart pumps a lot faster, I sweat nervously, my hands and feet cold every time I pass through that little town. Not only the motorcyclists are crazy, but the motorists as well! How can anyone speed in such environment? Tell me! It's not a highway, I'm telling you.


Anyways, jauh pulak dari topik sebenar.


Dear Motorcyclists,


You're fast and quick in your reflexes, yes I know.
You're highly skilled in zig-zagging (if there's such a word), I know that too.
However 'mighty' you are on the road, your iron steel is wearing you.
Unlike motorists, they are wearing the iron steel.


Motorists, like warriors, wearing their armors from head to toe before going to the war,

Motorcyclists, on the other hand, only wear it on the head while hugging their armors heading to war.

monologku: Tell me, does the tortoise leave its shell? No, it's dangerous world out there. You'll never know the unexpected. That goes to you too, motorists.

The Bersih 2.0 Rally

As most people know, in 12 hours, the rally is going to happen. As a Malaysian, I fear the worst. I hope no one gets hurt..and when I say no one means any one who supports and is against the Bersih 2.0 campaign.
Let it be a peaceful one and certainly hope that no one would do anything to incite nor provoke any kind of provocation that could lead to the destruction to the unity of the people.
I have always believed that Malaysia is a good country where in the eyes of the world, it is a country where people of different races, religions, beliefs live together in peace. It is sad that this is happening and I'm still dumbfounded with all sorts of things I see being posted over the web. It really breaks my heart.
 I'm neither anti Bersih 2.0 nor the Government. You see, we gain nothing from fighting only misery...there are too many things that are debatable on this issue. I can't share my thoughts on this...it's too overwhelming!

I'll tell you how I feel...I'm scared, I'm worried sick. My God! What are the consequences? How will this end? Will there be war? Will I be able to go to work? I can't sleep thinking about the future or how bad the impact will be! This is not how I pictured Malaysia when I was a kid. Even as a child, I always think that I am very lucky to born and bred in Malaysia because every essay written by school children on Malaysia always starts with "Malaysia is a multiracial country where its people live in harmony..." This is not the "harmony" I have pictured.

I just hope...I really hope, nothing bad would happen.

Wow weee..

It has been months since I last updated this blog due to the last entry..I was feeling numb and only recovered. Nah! Just bluffing. So, what had happened during all these months. Well,

Jan 2011

1. I was busy preparing final exam papers (I promised myself to update this blog for personal development)
2. I was stressed being given a short period to get all the paperwork done for the MQA visit. (and promise to blog about the importance of getting a college/subject accredited by the MQA )

Feb 2011

1. I went back to my hometown for CNY after 10 YEARS celebrating it here.
2. I was brought to Johore the moment I arrived at KLIA.
3. I went to my friends' wedding in Kuching barely a week after I came back to KL.

March 2011

1.  Informed that I had to take 3 extra subjects to lecture.
2. MQA visit...every one in college was so busy preparing for the interview.
3. Preparing the course description, scheme of work, ppt slides for the new subjects from scratch.

April 2011

1. I took a few days leave and left for Langkawi Island.
2. still preparing materials for the subjects...(@_@)
3. bought last minute plane tickets to KK, Sabah.

May 2011

1. busy replacing classes I've canceled due to the leaves I took.
2. preparing for quizzes and final exam papers..(Yes...it's going to be the finals soon.)
3. busy looking for a red dress from Times Square, Sunway Pyramid, Midvalley to The Curve. (red was not in season...)
4. went to Manukan Island...(wow! a great trip!)
5. went to Kuala Penyu, Sabah..for a friend's wedding.
6. today is the last day of May...and yes..still busy updating materials for documentation

I felt sorry for the blog so I spare some time to update this. You can sense that I'm typing everything real fast and in a hurry so pardon me for any grammatical mistakes or typing error.

Anyways, as you know, I ride on buses on every working day. and today, my ride wasn't that boring and I managed to stay awake the whole ride. Why? Because I met someone who  has a lot to say. It is really interesting to talk to someone that you don't know because you never what you can learn from that someone. She is really a cheerful person and I was glad I took a later bus. (^_^)Y

And a long time no see Arabian friend, Abdul came to visit. It was really nice catching up with him and he has finished his Masters...Oh dear, when am I going to further? I will need to see how my schedule goes next semester and start planning! I really miss studying. But I love my job too(^^).

I'll have to stop now as I can go on and on and on and on...hahah! Feels nice to know that this blog is finally updated. LOL!

Numb...

Too shock to sigh,

too shock to breathe.

I cannot breathe,

despite nothing that causes it.

Too numb to feel anything,

not even the tears that fall down my cheeks.

I can't feel anything,

not even the heartbeat in my chest...

I, who is too late,
now, can only watch him from afar.

He, can no longer be mine,

just because I am too late.

English? No?

Alright. I know I mustn't complain but this is so ridiculous! Too many or should I say too much mistake in one English reference book. Please! Why in the world did they publish this book anyway? There are so many mistakes! Geez man..I was hoping that this book was going to help out to make the lessons more interesting but it seems to me that..I'll have to edit and retype most of the things before handing them out to my students. I might as well be their editor! What a waste of time... no wonder why it's cheap. BAH!

Lower-upper with Upper-lower mindset

I've been meaning to pour it out in this blog but somehow always being delayed (distracted by other things is more like it)
Someone who plays the piano always gives me the impression of being someone who is elegant and often surrounded with a certain aura that I find quite classy. Especially the music often played is classical. What more to say when the household itself owns 3 cars including a Merz and a house with a very neat garden and fully air conditioned.A civilised neighbour was embedded in my head when I first moved into this house but I was wrong.

Years have passed and it's the 5th year I've been staying in this house. Years have passed and I have never spoken to the wife. Yes, the wife is the pianist and a homemaker, the husband, businessman.
Problems with people who keeps themselves clean but messy to others (me).

She has the habit of throwing her family's leftover rice in front of my house. I don't know what makes her do that but it is really getting on my nerves. I've complained to her husband and it stopped but just after a few days, it all started again til this very day. I don't speak up without proof, I saw with my own eyes. Not only once.

• I saw her looking into my compound (checking if there was anyone), when the coast was clear, she quickly opened her gate and threw the leftover rice in front of the gate and quickly walked back into her house. (she even turned her head around to see no one saw her did that)

• There was another incident where, she was at the gate and about to throw in front of the house, I coincidentally was walking out of the door. She saw me, and pretended to look at the tree (she can never win any Oscars with that poor acting skills) and walked to the opposite side of the road and threw the rice on the post where she usually burns her rubbish (yes, open burning is one of her favourite activities).

She does it early in the morning, the time when I'm still asleep. I don't usually wake up early due to my job because it starts at 10am. Even though I did not see her throwing it but I know she was the one who did it. Who else would have done it? The only time when there were no rice being thrown is when her husband is around. (He often goes on business trips so he's seldom home).

After 5 years, I've seen enough. Evidently, she's guilty for littering and causing public nuisance. Need to say more? Of course not. This will be the first and the last entry about this lousy neighbour.

Lady, so what if your husband earns a lot of money but has a wife who has a mentality of a cave woman? I don't think he'll be proud of you neither are your children.

monologku: saya cuma boleh bergaul dengan orang yang bertamadun. (dengan mesra dan bahagia, ok?)