Tuesday, July 31, 2012

OMG...This Song!

My current obsession.
Seriously...I cannot get enough of this song.
Chris Brown's voice and dancing is INSANE! ♥♥♥

Second day at YES 2012

Working on our presentation. From left to right; Na'na, Me, Jowell and Danny

Moi at the actual presentation. As you can see, it was about HIV/AIDS.

We won the best presentation award :)

Miss Kalpana and the presentation group

Our entire group
Too bad I only got the pics from the second day. Hopefully pics from the first day will arrive soon.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

For the People Who Talk Behind My Back

Open Letter To My English Lecturer

You know who you are,

You call us disrespectful and ungrateful. You called me arrogant. So are you. More so than any other person I have ever met in my life. You tell us we talk too much when in reality we are just voicing out our opinions; isn't it ironic that speaking is what is expected of us in language classes but you hate it when we do. Or is it possible that what you're referring to as 'talking too much' is in fact only when we speak against you? And by against I mean our opinions contradict with yours. 

Well, I've got news for you. That's life. Not everyone is going to agree with you all the time. Get over it!

You don't like being wrong either, huh? Boo-freaking-hoo. It happens. Deal with it!

You are older than us. In fact, you're as old as my grandmother. We know we're supposed to respect our elders and educators. Believe me, we really, really do. It's just that when we were growing up, we were told that one who does not respect others, does not deserve it in return. Although we are just students and way younger than you, we are still human beings. People; just the same as you. Sometimes I get the feeling that this concept is completely lost on you. 

It appears as if you think you're the only one who deserves to be respected and whatever you say goes. Oh, how I wish I could tell you how wrong you are. But I won't...because you deserve that consideration. 

You have so much knowledge you can share with us, and you do. But along with that, you make us feel like invalids. If only you treated us better. 

Well anyway, all you need to know is, I always speak my mind. I won't let your attitude and YOUR arrogance get in the way of my opinions and beliefs. I believe in freedom of speech and I will firmly stand by it. Whether you like it or not. 

Saturday, July 21, 2012

May الله Bless You This Holy Month

*Pic from here

Friday, July 13, 2012


Tomorrow is a big day for me.

Back in school, I was always the quiet one. I wasn't the invisible, wallflower type, but you'd never see my hand go up when questions were asked and I have never volunteered for anything in my life.

Well, here I am now, getting ready to be a student facilitator at YES 2012 camp at Nilai University College; and I am actually looking forward to it. It’s over the weekend and goes on for two days.  I have picked out two outfits and done all the research on the speakers and the topics to be discussed.

This is so not like me. I never thought I’m the leadership kind. Mostly owing to the fact that as a kid, when my report card came, I got ’Excellent’ for everything except leadership, for which I always got a ‘Good’...or worse, ‘Needs Improvement’.

Anyways, besides the excitement of doing something important for the first time in my academic life, what I’m most concerned about is the coffee; whether there would be enough of it to last me through two days.

Allow me to explain.

I’m not a morning person. I need my coffee to wake up and I need more of it to keep me going throughout long days. The camp starts at 0745 on Saturday morning, which means I have to be up at least by six thirty. I get to come home at around seven or eight at night and gotta be back there at 0745 again on Sunday.

This is making me think twice about why I have actually joined this thing in the first place. Oh yes, it’s for an important cause and they’re gonna give me a certificate for participating which will look good on my CV.

No really, I believe it’s important to learn how we can contribute to our society, country and even the world, and I really think it would help me be better in the work environment. I really really do :D

You can read more about YES 2012 here.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

The most precious person in my life

Let me tell you about my lovely grandmother.

I just spoke to her over Skype two days ago, after a long time, and I felt really nostalgic. I can see that she did too. The happiness on her face when she saw me cannot be put into words.

You see, I lived with her for over seven years. Seven wonderful years, all of which I spent worriless, calm, and content. Now that I think about it, my grandma must have done all the worrying all those years! I owe her so much for that.

She was and still is the most patient, generous, and honest person I know. She rarely got mad, never punished me, and is responsible for all good I have learned growing up. She raised two equally awesome people, my mother and my uncle, after which she proceeded to raise me, no complaints or second thoughts.

When my mom and dad separated, I lived with my mom for five years after which she decided to study because she wanted a better job to provide for me later on. This is when I went to live with grandma. I was thirteen when grandpa passed away, and I went to live with my dad shortly after. 

So I’ve lived with three different people and I have no doubt about this when I say the best were spent with grandma. I didn’t have a lot of toys or pretty dresses because she and grandpa couldn’t afford it. But it was never an issue for me cos they gave me so much attention otherwise. I suppose it’s because their two children were grown up and I was the baby of the house again. She loved me unconditionally.

Throughout the years I lived with my grandparents, I remember that no matter how less I had of the material stuff, I never longed for anything. I felt fulfilled. Happy. Of course I missed my mother, but other than that, it was nothing less than perfect.

Because I was the only child in the house, I didn’t have anyone to play with. So grandma would play along with me while she did the chores around the house. She cooked for me, did my laundry by hand, and without fail taught me all the things a growing girl needs to know. She is my grandma, but she was more of a mother to me than anyone ever was.

And today, as I sit here writing this, it is dawning on me that I am not treating her the way she deserves. Not even close. She sacrificed so many years of her life for me; years she could have spent doing anything she wanted. She must have given up so much for me and I never thanked her for that. Now that she is older, she is losing some of the patience she used to have I remember getting upset over it a few times. How could I?  How could I have dared? I must have upset her so many times over the years yet she never once complained.

I should call her more often. I know she misses me. I should apologize to her for the times I was not patient with her. And I should thank her for everything she did for me. Everything she gave up for me. If there is any good in me, I owe it all to her and there is nothing in this world I could repay her with. After all, love is always the most precious gift.

 Maybe I still have time. Even though I cannot equal what she did for me, perhaps I can still do something; make her feel the way I felt when she took care of me, if I try really hard. And I will.

Monday, July 2, 2012

And the EURO champions are...