.Dear Miss Follower.

Hello readers and followers~

It had been long since my last post.I'd been very busy few weeks back. But the good thing is I just got back from Genting Highlands with my sayangness and it was a wonderful trip. I just wish I could stay longer :(

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Now I, and so do my cohort mates are busy with the induction week for the juniors. Seriously, from the two days activities, they were so passive. And most importantly, some of them were rude. Dont wanna elaborate much in here. I got another more important thing to write.Whatever it is, hopefully they will get better by times. I understand the feeling of being new. And by the way, one of them catches my eyes. Not one mine, but also Ridz's and Pyan's. Why? Only we know :D

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Now, the vital part of all. I'd been keeping this since like long ago as I was too busy to blog. But now I just wanna write looong bout it so that the particular person will know that I already know what she did.

Well I heard somebody talking behind my back. Yes, it is normal. We can't shut others' mouths up and they also can't shut ours right? So believing in basic human right I want to stress here that I dont write this post with anger. I repeat, NO! Indeed, I'm laughing out loud at that person. SHE's so pathetic. Quoting what she had said,

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"blog yana?hampeh!"

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That's gross mama~ First thing that cross my mind when I heard that is I'm going to face her and ask her what her problem is. Actually she was having some kinda disagreement with my close friend and out of all sudden the blog issue came out, creating the above statement. That is why I was so mad at that time. I was not there, and I wasnt the reason they had the disagreement so why should my blog issue came out? But thinking back of this blog thingy I realized that my actual purpose of blogging is just for self-explanatory. I never think people will read my post, let alone for them to follow my blog so I write basically for myself. If she thinks my blog is that shitty, and she still reads my post, and still be my follower, isnt that makes her aint any different? I think it makes her sounds even more shittier than my blog. Am I right or am I right?

Look I'm giving another example, in case if you're not so clear. You found leftover meal on the table and you're like "euww, that's gross" but then you take it and stuff it in your mouth. Don't you think that the gross one is you?

So my point is, dear Miss Follower, if you think my blog is hampeh, and you as my follower should be way more hampeh right? One thing, feel free to stop following. I don't fancy people like you. Well at least I don't hop to others' blogs and ask them to follow my blog. And one more thing I don't follow blogs just to make the bloggers follow my blog back, like you did. The proof is, I don't even follow your blog right? Because it's boring! I only follow blogs that I like and worthwhile reading with no content like "I'm so bored today. Lets dig into the fridge and see what we can do. Owh I have some prawns here. So today we gonna cook bla bla bla...". I't is so out of date baby. You should be more creative in bringing out a subject. Look, now I'm making fun of your blog back. Not out of anger or revenge, just a bit puzzled with what you said and what you've done.

Im getting tired of writing this. Seriously, expressing feeling thru writing is sort of hard now. Besides it's about people who I dont really like. It's such a waste.

Again, readers and followers, please ignored this entry unless you have all following criterias:

a. a girl

b. a blogger

c. my follower

d. i dont follow your blog

e. on of your blog post is about cooking.

f. your blog is damned boring.

g.you actually asked people to follow your blog.

h. you think i hate you all this time (and its true)

i. you are the one who talks bad behind my back.

j. you believe that I'm writing bout you now.

You owe me an apology. Thank you.

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ps: And by the way, its not only my blog that she thinks is hampeh. There's another one. One of our seniors'. One that I think is interesting and worthwhile reading.Well, I don't wanna say who~

And the boom boom clap ends--

June 3oth, our very first performance as a group in this college. "Legasi Katana" is the name choosen for this group of amateur dancers, even I prefer "The Red Songket" name more. We were given the honour of doing the closing performance for Suara Jati competition that night, even we only have less than a week to decide and practice the dance. At first, we were torn between the "Walinong Sari" dance and the "Hoedown Throwdown " dance. And oh by the way, it is the dance you can see in Hannah Montanna the Movie :) After a short discussion, we decided to go for the Hoedown throwdown thingy, even though it's a modern hip hop-country dance that we'd never tried before. And believe me, the only guide we had was a solely video from Hannah Montanna dance crew. And yet, I think we've done a good job XD

.pyan.yana.tyra.

.star or stardust?.

.yana.pyan.


.legasi katana aka the red songket.


.tyra.yana.pyan.

.rajawali sakti, our seniors.

.with kak noni.

.ridz.pyan.yana.

.ridz.yana.tyra.pyan.

.lara.ridz.yana.pyan.

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I've been trying to upload the video but it's no good due to the crappy internet connection here. Well, I can say it's just the agony of being one of the ground floor-ers perhaps. Well, its already uploaded in youtube so browse your server, peeps (if you're interested). Just search for ....err..our group name =D . The recording was not so good though, and I don't even know who was recording it at that time. If God willing, I'll upload it later on, because my recorded-by-mr labu-version is way better. Thanx foster :)

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Just a little thanks for my " Legasi Katana" crew for giving full cooperation to each other, and for having faith when we dont have the spirit to keep on moving.

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.Hannah, Azlan, Tyra, Ridz, TQ, Pyan, Lara, Mierul, Afifi and of course, ME! :)

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Footnote:

Looking forward for next week's skits performance. Now I wonder am I in a teacher trainee instituition or Akademi Fantasia. LOL.

you give me something

"I never thought that I'd love someone that was someone else's dream", James Morrison in You Give Me Something.

I think I started to see someone in a different light. And it's NO good :(

you want to stay with me in the morning

you only hold me when I sleep

I was meant to tread the water

now I've gotten in too deep

for every piece of me that wants you

another piece backs away

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cause you give me something

that makes me scared, alright

this could be nothing

but I'm willing to give it a try

please give me something

cause someday I might call you from my heart

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but it might be a second too late

and the words that I could never say

gonna come out anyway

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why do we ask for better once we had the best?

adieu Rambai!

That is it. No more being Rambaian afterwards.*sobs*

Today would be the last day of pampering myself at home. Coz tonite, I'm going back to Penang, where all the miseries will begin. :( I would say that long holidays are somewhat not good, especially for me, as it leads to a torturing homesick afterwards. That is me, always have. And the 'good' (or whatsoever it is called) news is, we're moving to Pala! From Rambai to Pala, what a ...revolution! You see, they are talking bout Tesl students not mingle with other courses', but now who makes the decision to locate only us in a same block? That's something to think about, people. To Anak Pak Man, congratulation for successfully moved to Amra. Tomorrow, I'll experience the same thing, and I'm not pretty sure if I'll mislocate my arms and limbs ( or maybe it's Tyra's arms and limbs) during the process. But at least, I'm not going up the hill, and I, or specifically "we" still be close to our food source. :D

Despite all of this, I'm still looking forward to the first day of school. Not being enthusiastic of handing in LDV homework, no people, neither to hear of any upcoming assignment. The reason will stay a secret, at least until that day. After that, whether you see it or not, something is going to happen! To the particular person, I hope you still remember our promise. Feed them with some drama, okay :)

Tomorrow's not only be the starting of my life in Pala, but also the starting of our third semester of this foundation program. In a few month peeps, we'll be having our finals. We have been doing so good until now, so keep it up, everybody! We were starting it together, so I'm looking forward to finishing it together, too. Good luck, friends. Let's win the battle. And remember, whoever didn't finish reading "To Kill A Mockingbird", you're digging your own grave, dear!

Just a simple reminder to someone who I know will read this entry, stop writing rubbish dear! I know you know that I knew you couldn't make it big, so you made it up, right? Reading about how great you and that person look together makes me feel as sick as the first time I listened to Soko's "My Wet Dreams". It's disgusting!

.copycat.

It's not the cutie little Hello Kitty that my sister used to collect before, neither my pet, Luxury in the Pet Society. It's a COPYCAT!

I hate it when people are copying, or better explained as plagiarising my ideas or work. I had experienced quite a number of incidents when these copycats make me their victim. I understand that as teenagers sometimes we tend to follow what people do because we want to be like them, or we want what other people have because we may think they have more than us. But plagiarising people's ideas and work, I consider it as inconsiderable. You are suppose to get as much as you deserve. If it's not yours, it won't be yours even though how many times you declare they are yours. You are cheating yourselves, aren't you?

For me being a copycat is as the same as you cheat. Not only people around you, but also to yourself. I'm not saying that I'm so good that I never cheat. Yes, I did. I still remember when I was in Form 4, I hate doing Add Math exercises. So me and my best friend Yak always exchange our homework. She'll finish my Add Math tutorial and I'll write her EST essays. We're practising barter system! But at least I got A's for the subjects in SPM, so it doesn't matter much for me. As for her, I think she's doing good as a medic student.

Well, back to the issue. I think I had enough with these copycat thingy. Once, my lecturer asked us to find notes for the next lesson, so I found some and brought it to the class. Then I left my things to go for break. When I came back, I saw this guy reading some notes, and it seemed familiar. So I told him, "we have same sources!" and he said, "no la, this *** asked just now who want the notes. This is from her" I looked at it very carefully, and guess what? Its mine! And then the "innocent" person came in and without feeling guilty, she said to me," Oh, I borrowed your notes just now and photocopied it for the class". WITHOUT EVEN BOTHER TO ASK ME FIRST AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, SHE DID DIG IN EVERY OF MY STUFF TO LOOK FOR THE NOTES. Sh*t!!!!

I hate it when somebody messed with my privacy. Yes it's true that we need to give and take. But if everytime it's you who's giving without taking, it's too much.

Not long after that, while everybody was busy with the exam preparation, I made this notes of the topics that were constantly repeated by the lecturers. I'd put in so much effort in it. Then this very close friend of mine asked if she could borrow it and I said yes. I'm more than happy to help others. But the very same person who had "stole" my notes before had take it from her, and photocopied it for her friends. OMG what's the problem with this fella? Always want to do the same thing to me. And the worst is that, the notes at last got in my hands, but it was claimed as other's work.

"Oh, it's ****'s notes" She allows if you want to copy it"

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Another sh*t is going on here.

Well, I guess there's still many of my fellow friends who don't even know that it belongs to me. Well, it belongs to that by_tch right?

Forget about that. I'm not that bad that I hold grudge over the matter. But afterward, I'll be extra careful that these copycats will not dare to touch my thing AGAIN.

But recently, my idea was ONCE AGAIN been plagiarised by somebody. OMG please la, you are not that stupid to copy other's idea right? Well, I don't like to be looked, or sounded similar to others so I'm TRULY expecting you to stop using it. I tell you, it doesn't even sound original anymore. And it's all thanks to you!

If you still using it as if it's yours, you are definitely THICK-SKINNED, babe!

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I know I'm quite blunt, but I like it.

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Please back off, copycat.

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footnote: I'm so kind that I even say "please" :)

good times gonna come?

slow it down..

make it stop..

or else my heart

is going to pop..

coz its too much

yeah its a lot

to be something I'm not..

WARNING: This entry is basically about self-explanatory ONLY. No hard feeling!

Premis 1:

One fine day, as Miss Letch asked us to find a poem for us to recite the next day, I browsed few websites on poems. That was how I suddenly came across this poem.

A STORY FROM THE HEART

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I once heard a story straight from the heart

About a girl and how her world began to fall apart

It all started when she met the boy that made her life complete

Just thinking of him made her heart skip a beat

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They were the couple everyone wanted to be

There were no imperfections as either one could see

As the weeks passed they fell more in love and were less aware

Of how often life turns out to be unfair

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Until one day she finally gave in

She realized there was no way she could win

She said I'm sorry but i have to let you go

As he reached for her hand she pulled away whispering no

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When she turned around a tear slid down her cheek

He just stood there speechless, forgetting how to speak

The next few days were the hardest at home

She truly felt she was all alone

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Her mom pushed in her face how she had won

Her dad said "i knew he was just another one"

Her sister said "come on you'll be ok"

And her brother just tried to stay away

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At school it was like her friends weren't even there

None of them seemed to really care

Her life had no more color, just black and white

Even getting out of bed turned into a fight

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Despite their tries things just weren't like before

Then he decided "i don't wanna try anymore"

At that she tried to cut him out

But the more she ignored him the more her feelings began to shout

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When she saw him that day she could no longer just walk by

And before she knew it her mouth opened up and out came "hi"

He looked up and said "so now we're talking?"

She just smiled and join his walking

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Everyday they talked a little more

And everyday she began to like him a little less then before

As the months passed by she became more and more aware

About how its ok life's unfair

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Because eventually everything becomes your past

But your memories will always last

And with that i hope you see

Not all love is meant to be

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But hold on and don't give in

Stand tall, hold up your chin

And believe me when i say

The right one will come one day

He'll open your eyes to things you couldn't ever see

I know this because..

this is a story all about me...

Your interpretation?

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Basically its all about a typical heartbreaking love story right? What had made me so that into this poem is the last part,

About how its ok life's unfair
Because eventually everything becomes your past
But your memories will always last

Could somebody be that positive? I know things happen for a reason but somehow there are things in this life that we can't let go no matter how hard we've tried. Do you agree? But of course I'm not talking about the lame puppy-love story here, I'm talking about a real life situation. For example if you lose a friend for a stupid reason, would you simply accept the fact that the friendship you've built has come to the end?

Premis 2:

This morning (or maybe afternoon) I was texting with my roomate Tyra, bout hols and homework we had. Out of the blue, without a warning, "this name" just pop-out in our conversation. And without a warning too, my heart felt like its about to explode sooner or later, because somehow talking about that person makes me feel uneasy. I remembered the night when Tyra sent me this message, reminding me of "that person's birthday.

OMG what happened to this world? Duh, it doesn't revolve ONLY around "that person"!!

But my heart ached. No matter how tough I might look from outside, this thing is undeniable. I can't help myself from sigh and sign and sigh about how life is unfair. If life is that good, then why should there be problems? Why we need to hurt each other? Why life takes back what I had before?

.I miss being Dolphins.

.I miss being us.

.I miss our smiles.

.I miss our laugh.

I truly miss being with you all!

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Things we had before, why everything seemed in black and white now?

GOOD TIMES GONNA COME by AQUALUNG

Need to know

If you're letting go

It's alright,alright, it's alright

Didn't know I was hurting you so

It's alright, alright, it's alright.

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You came to me from nowhere

With nothing

And no-one

Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight

Goes to show

You never really know

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright

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This is just one of those

Lonely night

The good times gonna come

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See me then

Investing so much

In you, in you, in you

Came so close

To the edge I do, I do, I do

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This is just one of those

Lonely night

The good times gonna come

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In the end

We let it go away

We let it float away

On the breeze

'Round the bend

The sun is in the sky

It's starting to look like

It's gonna be, yeah, it's gonna be

A bright

Beautiful day

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Yeah, the good times gonna come, oh no

The good times gonna come!

Now my heart is really going to pop out. I can hear it screaming inside:

footnote: mimpilah yana! and you know you never had a dream comes true~

.back home.

Being home makes me feel great. At least I'm not surrounded with all the hustle and bustle of class hour. But still, there's a lot to do at home that I'm fully occupied with loads of holiday present, especially from our beloved Miss Letch. =.=

Just before we went back home, we had this dramatization for our English Studies, our "An Evening With Shakespeare". Thank God, we did well. Good job everyone!

Few piccas:-

.2 Tesl 1.

.my MOV groupies.

.cohort 2.

Unfortunately, being home is not as easy as it sounds. Especially when it comes to my LDV homework. OMG I swear they were way too much for a three weeks hols. Finishing the Langan book seems impossible at first, but once I start with it, its kinda easy. So the moral here is to start your work immediately, don't procrastinate everybody!

So far I've done with the first three chapters of the Langan book. Still looking forward to the remaining two chapters. Hehe. I bet not only Miss Letch will be proud of me, John J. Langan himself would be pleased with my determination. Hoho~Actually I'm kinda bored with this hols as no plan come up yet since we had to cancel our holiday trip. :( So I spent my days doing my homework, in case if any plan come up soon. BUT the next two chapters in Langan book are freaking boring and long chapters, so now I better prepare myself for it.

Damn! Haven't started with To Kill A Mockingbird. Haven't started the dramatization reflection. Owohoho~

Another bad news, I'm not going to attend my mjsc batch's reunion as it will be held on June 27th. Too bad that I'm back in Penang at that time. :((

.of cards and presents.

The very first present for teacher's day, in 2 days earlier. This cute fella gave it to me when I visited his school 2 days ago. Do you know what that zebra really is? Its an eraser! Haha. And amazingly, it can stand. This reminds me of what my friends used to give the teachers for Teacher's Day celebration when I was in primary school. It always be pen, soap, tissue and even biscuits! But nowadays, methink its not happening anymore. My sisters are always demanding for expensive stuffs to be given to their teachers. No more pen. No more soap. -.-

Here I present you, Azhar, giving me the present. Yeay!

Is that zebra enough for a teacher? Absolutely not. Haha. This teacher is being soo materialistic now.*evil laugh* So this poor kid need to make a Teacher's Day card for this cute teacher.LOL. Actually this task was given by their teacher, not me, as I was only surveying the kids and not teaching like before. But it was fun to be with kids, the reason why I ran from my Standard 6 (where I was assigned to) to this Standard 2 class. And this cutie showed some effort to draw Teacher Liyana's picture. Or I can say, he asked his friend to help him to finish the drawing.

And surprisingly, my name was on the card. So automatically, the card was meant for me. Am I right or am I right? :D

*it supposed to be TEACHER liyana lah! pouting*

*me, from the eyes of the kids*

*thank you, students*

But, one of the hooligans in the class actually accidentally stepped on my assesment form. Waa~ left me a huge footstep there. Look, Look!

And nervously, that hooligan tried to erase it. With his hand. And it made it even dirtier. =( So I asked him to stop and vanish from my view. Haha. Just kidding. Im a good teacher~

I was quite happy that day. I know somehow I'd prefer to teach these hooligans rather than the upper standards. I love kids! Always have, always will. And for this time, the best student award will go to this fella. *clap hands*

*i feel them cling and cleave to me*

.happy teacher's day, peeps.

.faces.

These are the faces I've seen during our second school visit, as one of the activities for the English Language Camp 2009. Believe me, SK Jitra 3 saved this language camp from being described as super duper lame by me. Really love that moment. And kiddos,you roxx!

*my standard one fellas*

*everybody knows how to spell H-A-P-P-Y*

*lets camwhoring together gals*

*the chekgus wanna go back edi.sobrie*

*closing ceremony also so happy ar?haih*

Since this school is new and beautifully built, we can obviously feel the difference between the school we went to for our first school visit in SK Titi Tok Bandar. Yes, it did sound like "bandar" but it was actually a rural area where most of the students were from a low income family. But the most important thing is that, the experiences we had gained there was as priceless as the new one.

few pics from SK Titi Tok Bandar that I'd never uploaded because of emo syndrome I faced thruout the outreach program. :(

*standard one kiddos..again*

*cumil2*

*haziq is ridz's, hafifi is mine*

*mukminin(beside me): "saya sayang kakak"

me: "hehe" *shy2*

These faces make me think, do I really want to be a teacher? Yes, I do! Its quite funny thinking how I dont really want to be a teacher long time ago, till I meet these two great people.

*miss kala devi* my English lecturer

*mr redza* also my English lecturer. Please dont stare. Yes, he is my lecturer.

They are my idols to be a great English teacher. I still remember how Miss Kala was so happy to know that I get the offer from BPG. :D

Haih. Write so long edi. Btw, I am supposed to get ready for my ss presentation tomorow. The big news is..Miss Pat is back! And as usual, the lucky no 1 group to present is...mine! *sigh* Cant imagine hows the coming days will be. and and and actually, we have one more school visit soon. Haih.

And even after I go back home for my semester break, there still be a Standard One student waiting. But this one is simply irresistible.

*ABAN*

miss you too sayang!

moments of emptiness

My days were empty. No more cheer and laughter. It had been a week since the "thing' happened but we still could not get over it. People say that the closer we are to somebody, the easier we get hurt by them. I agree, so much. Sometimes because of tiny things we misunderstand each other, which I can say the agony of being young. For being immatured, we lose the bond. How things are fragile, right?

I never expect us to be this way. Near but yet so far away. I still remember the time we sat by the seaside during midnight, and together we sang our song out loud while everybody else were sleeping. Also that we promised to always cheerish that moment as it will never happen again. And now I guess it is true, it will never happen again. Never. I really hope that we also promise not to leave each other, not to hate each other, not to hurt each other. I really wish we did.

Dearest friend, I know this thing hurts you the way it did to me. For every word unsaid, I'm sorry. But I believe this friendship was never meant to die, I'll wait. You have promised to end this, and I'm looking forward to it.

Beribu bintang dilangit

Kini menghilang

Meraba aku dalam kelam

Rembulan mengambang

Kini makin suram

Pudar ilhamku tanpa arah

Sedetik wajahmu muncul

Dalam diam

Ada kerdipan ada sinar

Itukah bintang ataupun rembulan

Terima kasih kuucapkan

Izinkan kumencuri bayangan wajahmu

Izinkan ku mencuri khayalan denganmu

Maafkanlah oh...

Andai lagu ini

Mengganggu ruangan hidupmu

Kau senyumlah oh...

Sekadar memori

Kita di arena ini

Kau ilhamku

I don't ever want you to go.

Please stay.

"the difference between expressing love and having regrets is that the regrets may stay around forever"