tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29296996873366832242024-03-14T12:07:41.887+08:00This life...TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-24857109292639346292013-09-02T20:16:00.000+08:002013-09-02T20:17:33.630+08:00Study leaveI am going for an interview for CBBPTB on Tuesday, 10th Sept. Nervous, anxious, clueless, teeny bit excited - all rolled up into one! When I applied for this, I really wasn't expecting anything. Given the little experience I have in the field, I reckon my application will fail even at the first stage. A course-mate text me sometime after Raya (punyelah aku tak kisah nak semak). With very little hope and anticipation I checked and Alhamdulillah, permohonan anda diluluskan & anda diminta hadir ke sesi temuduga pada so and so...that's the scary part. Now, it's prepping time...and I have not done anything yet. Study! Study! Study! TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-13733397710756176872013-08-28T23:26:00.001+08:002013-08-28T23:26:47.694+08:00Scored with flying colours!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">
I did it! Ended my first semester in June. That was one hell of a ride and I have 3 more to go. Meanwhile, also actively trying to conceive. I have started another blog that records my journey to conceive. Oh, well...God's got to test you one way or another right! So, this will be more about my work and studies. I am now teaching in the morning session. Alhamdulillah, that settles the classes problems. I have registered for Part 2 or second semester of the course and looking forward to class which will start on 20th Sept. My first semester results? The title says it all! Yeay!!! Alhamdulillah...that's more like it! The result was announce in August and that set the mood for Hari Raya. In all honestly, 3.78 CGPA was <u><b>beyond</b></u> my expectation. However, with that comes the <span style="color: red;"><strike>pressure </strike></span>of maintaining my results. Takooottt!!! On a more cheerful note, my application for CBBP TB is successful and interview session is on Tues, 10 Sept! That's another TAKOOOTTT!!! </div>
TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-74204674678706971152013-05-21T23:57:00.000+08:002013-05-21T23:57:16.509+08:00miss uSuddenly I get this fear of losing this blog. I spent so many years writing here and I would be shattered to lose such important piece of anecdotes of the stories of my life. Dated back from my single days, to falling in love and then now to being blissfully married and patiently waiting to become pregnant. I just lost my email. The one I've had for as long as I could remember - well, that's exaggerating! I've had it since form 3...I'm just saddened by the fact that I can't retrieve that email and I can't access it. Part of the reason has to be my negligence too. (Don't wanna talk about it). I remember this ustaz said that when things come to an end it means your rezeki to have it was only up to the point when it could still be used. Once it no longer can be used, it has passed its due. So, what can I do? Create a new one. But this blog? NO!!!!!!! <br />
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<br />TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-74063900616828058352013-02-25T19:12:00.001+08:002013-02-25T19:12:49.734+08:00The Pre-Postgrad post<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hehe...the title is so 'gedik'. I am encouraging myself to be excited about this! Today, I checked the education faculty post-grad blogspot for class schedule and Alhamdulillah it was already up. Since I have the day off from school, I did the online registration today and went to school to settle the part time studying application form to be submitted to PPD which will then be forwarded to JPN. With the letter from JPN I will be entitled to 30 days of unrecorded leave a year should there be any classes or exams that fall on school days. Hopefully the approval will follow through without any hiccup. I am also very excited to share my class schedule here:
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As you can probably see (or maybe NOT, because the font is too small) I will be doing 3 courses this year and they are: 1. Education & Human Development 2. Literature in ESL (an elective course) and 3. Research Methodology. Number 3 scares me the most as I could recall how clueless I was when I did this subject during my degree days. Number 1 & 2 should be okay, In Shaa Allah. Just looking at the time I will spend for every class during this semester makes me tired. I hope I will be given the physical and mental strength to complete this within 2 years. Baby? That plan is still on board. I sure hope I can cope with the assignments while doing my job as a full time teacher. What's next? Well, there are plans but everything is a bit cluttered in this little head of mine right now so...we'll just see how it goes and slowly build my way in this career. </div>
TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-22691908011622828282013-02-15T17:14:00.004+08:002013-02-15T17:19:10.003+08:00Answering the questionAm I competitive? Actually not. However, with the advancement of technology and people being less private about their personal lives, living on a day-to-day basis can be quite a pressure. Looking at people's status updates who are proudly showing off their baby-bumps, new purchases and yes, baby photos...do make me feel urm...a little jealous. That's the word - jealous. Like how I wish that was me and the constant question of, "Why am I still not pregnant yet?". To worsen the situation, the society doesn't help ease my tension. In fact, they act as a catalyst to upset my emotion by asking me, "Why are not pregnant yet?" or "When are you gonna have a baby?". Their oblivion, or rather ignorance puzzles me. In actual fact, I WISH I KNEW THE ANSWER TO THOSE QUESTIONS!<br />
Just to amuse myself in this post I will come out with the reasons they SO long for.<br />
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<li>My husband and I dated for a short while before we got married so we wanna have a year or two to ourselves</li>
<li>We are both doing our part-time masters and we wanna concentrate doing one thing at a time :)</li>
<li><span style="color: lime;"><b>Our future baby hates competition - with everyone popping out babies this year, we'd like to do it when they are done having theirs. Our baby will get ALL THE ATTENTION when the right time comes</b></span> :))</li>
<li><strike>We wanna be financially ready first</strike> (cliche sgt yg ni!)</li>
<li>HMMM.....ERRMMM....out of ideas already...*sigh*</li>
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- Ideas from anyone who is reading is much welcomed.<br />
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A few days ago I was at my mum-in-law's. They have this helper who comes in daily to help with the house work. And so far, every time she sees me she seems to be more concerned about whether or not I am pregnant rather than how I am. The most recent that annoyed the hell out of me was her comment, "Oh, takde rezeki lagi....kesian...." KESIAN? What? Do I need sympathy? Am I deprived of living because I am not pregnant yet? Seriously, what the....? But she's just a helper, not any member of the family (Thank God for that) and she's not in any way significant to me so I'll let it go but that did disturb me. Even kids are asking the same question - but...they are kids. Honestly, I dunno how I am going to handle this raya if we are still not pregnant by then.<br />
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As a Muslim, I believe in rezeki and that too is determined by Allah. When? How much/many? We can only try and pray and the rest is not up to us to decide. I strongly believe in that and should we need any form of medical assistance, we don't need others to tell us this. It shall be a decision made by us and we will do it when the time comes. So, please stop. Stop asking, stop feeling sorry and stop suggesting - because we have heard it all! As TTCs, we read extensively on this issue, even more than many pregnant mothers out there. We think about ourselves and our future. You can't even begin to imagine the amount of money every TTC has to spend once they've decided to get a fertility assessment or treatment. So, if you are not one of us and you really care so much, please just remember us in your prayers. Trust me, that's the best thing you could do to help someone. (credit to google images for the picture)TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-21864609192786215262013-02-09T19:35:00.000+08:002013-02-25T19:13:04.864+08:00An attempt to not failHi! It's been a few months...So latest update is I just registered as a part time post graduate student for the course M. Ed(TESL) in UiTM Shah Alam. I don't really have a plan I would say but my main objective is to graduate with a masters and use that to leave school and get an employment as a lecturer somewhere. This is just a plan though, made by the very human me. What the Almighty has planned for me has yet to be discovered. Meanwhile, I just stroll along and try to do this although I know what hectic life I've just got myself into. Since Rafei (my husband) is also doing his MBA and we are still waiting for the miracle of life to happen, I've decided to use this time and opportunity to study. In other words, trying to distract myself from the dreadful question of "When will I be pregnant?!" Yes, I am jealous. I am jealous of all the baby-bumps, baby photos, proud mummy and daddy....some tend to be a tad leaning towards being boastful (sorry to say this but I do get this from some of you, definitely not all but surely some). So, what the heck?! Let's graduate with a Masters instead. When life gives you lemons...make lemonade. When life gives you empty womb, fill your time before it gets filled! Hahahaha. So...good luck to me and the rest of you who are doing this or will be doing this!<br />
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Very soon we'll bid farewell to 2012 and welcome the new year, 2013! If last year closing the chapter of 2011; the miracle year for me, and looking forward to 2012 was all about my wedding and being married, this year how I envision my 2013 would be a lot different...in various aspects actually.
Career wise and professional development will certainly drain me physically and mentally. Pursuing my post graduate studies come March 2013 (In Shaa Allah) part time while shouldering all the responsibilities shoved unto me by the school administration. We'll just see how it goes. I am just doing this as my gut tells me to. So, care to share a handbook I can prepare myself with to embark on this journey? At the same time, we'll be more proactive (if we have the energy, as we're both doing the work & study thing together) in TTC. We hope to get pregnant in 2013, and if we're lucky we might just have the baby within the same year. Ameen...
In my mind I am dreaming of a lot of things. For a start, hope I get to drive a brand new car, but I am financing my own studies, just can't imagine doing that while paying my tuition fees. Will have KIV this plan. Besides, we have to start saving for our home which will be ready in 2014 (In Shaa Allah). Money, money...we can never have enough.
I am also dreaming of buying baby clothes and pushing the stroller while my little kid sits in there, hope he/she doesn't cry too much! Hehe...wishful thinking. But who knows right? That might just come true...Patience, Aida! Patience...
God, I am sleepy. So, here's to 2013. May all our wishes come true and may Allah guide us through. Ameen, good night and a happy new yearTeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-20511257063600477582012-09-17T16:46:00.000+08:002012-09-17T16:46:12.525+08:00Already 3 months......Hello! It's been a LONG time since I last wrote about the happenings in my life. In my last post, I updated about my transfer to a new school. It is SMK Hillcrest, Taman Seri Gombak. The first month, I was placed in the morning session and taking over another teacher's time table. It took awhile to get the hang of it. First, it was the waking up early in the morning...I am not an early riser. So waking up and driving early in the morning didn't come naturally to me. Especially after almost 3 years of just walking a few metres to get to school, this was not easy for me. Second, was the relearning process. I had to relearn the culture, the students, the system, and it was more complicated than the previous school. Next, was the students. Certainly not easy as now I am teaching more students with a variety of attitudes, abilities, problems etc. After a month teaching the morning session, I was then placed in the afternoon session where I was supposed to be placed initially. Teaching the lower forms, huh? May sound easy to some, but it comes with its own challenges. Younger students seem to be more active. They are definitely more childish, still playing all sort of games and many of them could care less about exams as they just sat for the UPSR. Besides that, the new PBS system that has no exams makes them even more free to think less about studying. Kids being kids could care less about the effects or repercussion they will face in the future if they do not study now. It was quite a challenge for me to instill some interest in studying for them especially when the motivation is not scoring in the exams. I mean, to tell you the truth, when I was a school student myself, I saw learning simply as means for me to do well in exams that is crucial for my future (tertiary education and career). Our immature minds were never exposed to seeing learning as the acquisition of knowledge for the betterment of oneself, while putting exams and career advancement out of the equation. It sort of came in a package. I find that, the younger generation, especially the one I am teaching, is no different. They do not know how to take their studies seriously, let alone think about the purpose of learning for their future. Seeing beyond what's in the nearest future to them is I suppose, almost impossible. Hence, disciplining them in class becomes the hardest task. To top it up, now the teaching periods I have is more than what I was used to. Every day I feel so tired and the last thing I want to do each day is think about school. Seriously. I am also replacing a teacher who is on her maternity leave and picking up where someone else has left off can be quite confusing. All in all, everything takes time. Once everything started to sink in and I began to understand my responsibilities and slowly established a routine, I was beginning to feel fine. Some things just can't be changed so you have to adjust yourself to follow suit with the system. Alhamdulillah, so far I am surviving and already can't wait for the year-end school holidays!!!
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TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-5975620620882786672012-06-12T10:23:00.001+08:002012-06-12T10:23:41.166+08:00Hi!!! Writing from my phone. So this post will be short. I have successfully transferred to SMK Hillcrest, Tmn Sei Gombak. Right now I have no idea what to do. Yesterday I was given a few classes to relief, but today so far I have none. Even I wonder why today I do not get any relief class. At the moment no time table yet. In conclusion, I am dead bored here...I'm sure only for now...*yawn*TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-75601083771040092782012-05-14T00:50:00.002+08:002013-02-15T15:13:59.797+08:00the long overdue post: MY RECEPTIONWe got back around 2 a.m. after we were done with outdoor photo shoot post nikah. By the time I got the make up removed I crawled to bed at about 3ish, ALONE. Mr hubster had to go back - it's a pantang to stay overnight before the majlis bersanding. As nikah was meant to be an intimate affair, so the marriage isn't publicly announced just yet. The majlis bersanding a.k.a wedding reception is the occasion to announce to the world that - this couple is lawfully wedded. Then only could the marriage be consummated - well, according to adat that is. Anyhoots, on Saturday hubby arrived at 12ish and had shower and lunch at my place before we pushed off to the venue of our reception. It was Singgahsana Hotel, Petaling Jaya. We considered many venues during the preparation period and trust me venue selection was the trickiest because wedding is now a fast-growing business and with that many places offer cut-throat quotation for just a decent dinner. The venue we finally settled with was within my parents' budget and it did allow us to cater to a slightly large number of crowd, which was about 500 pax. I would still think that H.O.M.E is the best place for a Malay wedding reception, however given the limited space we had, we decided to take the wedding to a different location. We got to the hotel a bit late, there were family arriving at home, some visitors came to give their well wishes to us, we couldn't say no could we? The rehearsal was supposed to begin at 3.30 but got delayed to 4...I was pretty anxious as I wanted to see if the slideshow we had prepared was working but the technician was not around. It was pretty obvious that the wedding planner was getting pissed, I on the other hand started to worry but still maintained my cool. After waiting for a bit more we started the rehearsal but skipped the slideshow and video session. She gave me her word that she'd make sure it will appear that night. It better did! We were already running late. My make-up artist arrived at 5 and make-up was supposed to start by 5.30 but I hadn't even taken my shower at that time. So I rushed to the bridal suite and got ready for make-up. I put my worries aside, and told myself "What will be, will be! The most important thing is we're married"...My MUA did her magic again and wallah I was transformed from a tired-looking girl to a beautiful, glowing bride! I loved her job, I loved my look. Especially this one! And the best thing was hearing my husband telling me how beautiful his wife looked! Precious! :))
After striking a few poses we were summoned to the waiting room before making our entrance into the banquet hall. My heart was beating fast. I hope nothing goes wrong. Before we knew it, the moment arrived. Slowly we made our way to the bridal dais, all eyes were on us, cameras from every angle, we walked hand in hand, all smiles. That was a moment to remember - this must be how all celebrities on a red carpet feel, only 1000 times better because I am with my husband. I have lived for almost 27 years to finally found the one I want to be with for the rest of my life, InsyaAllah and the best part is he feels the same way too! (Lots of love in my heart)
Sitting up there with about 500 pairs of eyes looking at us, we beamed with happiness. "Alhamdulillah", my heart cried. Once all the VIPs gave their blessings to us with just a simple 'bersalaman' session as a replacement to the 'merenjis' ritual, we marched to the high table. My husband was so macho! I love saying that because he likes to think of himself that way and it's not like he isn't anyways!
Dinner started but I didn't think I savoured it as much as I should have, hehe, because I was still not settled...not until the whole event was finished. But based on words from our guests, the food was great! That, I was truly happy about. Unfortunately, there were things I was really unhappy about and they were the slideshow and video preview and the sound system! Even thinking about it makes me angry about everything. We paid good money for that night and it's just unfair that we weren't satisfied with all their services. First, the slideshow went crazy...the sound system in particular, same went to the video! They were also supposed to dim the lights! But it continued to be bright the whole time! And my dad's speech wasn't clear, I was so bumped! I was at the brink of tears but thankfully my husband was there. Lesson learnt: WE ARE NOT IN CONTROL OF EVERYTHING.
All in all I felt happy actually, and relieved it's all over. Despite the technical problem, I was overjoyed. How blessed I feel to have my family members doing everything they could for my wedding, friends coming near and far for our wedding reception, my BFFs doing their part as the emcee of the night. I couldn't be happier, we couldn't be happier. The slideshow and video were magically beautiful. We loved them, only the presentation didn't do justice to their beauty. We wish to thank our parents, our siblings, aunts & uncles, cousins and their family, our relatives, best friends, close friends, colleagues, family friends, Splendiferous Pictures, Yon Photography, Kak Ina who did our slideshow, Kak Affy for the gorgeous make-up!!! Ah-Ching for the outfits, Jue Eden for the pelamin, of course Ustaz Imran our jurunikah, I still thank Singgahsana BUT they have to work on improving their sound system PRONTO! Below (recently embedded) is our nikah video that many could have missed on our reception dinner. Credit to Spendiferous Pictures, please enjoy...<br />
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The only time I had was during the year end school holidays, however having to help mama taking care of the household somewhat hindered the process as well. Often times, fatigue got in the way. Here's some things I've got to say about my own wedding day :) It was no Yusry-Lisa, nor was it any near to any VIP's daughter's wedding, nonetheless it remains as the most wonderful memory both Rafei and I share and shall cherish for the rest of our lives. It was not about what we saw and how we looked like, but it was the way the whole experience made us feel - just as what I've always imagined, only a million times better in every sense. <br />Nikah - 3rd February 2012, Home sweet home, After maghrib<br />My verdict on:<br />- My pelamin: NICE :))<br />- My henna: so pretty...simple and nice<br />- My room: Wished there were more fresh flowers, wished I had gone to the florist instead!!! But I loved the scent of the room - bunga rampai with a hint of rose water scent and of course the bed sheet was gorgeous!<br />- My hantaran: Credit to kak Ejah. Happy with the results but again, wished I had gone to the florist to pick out more flowers.<br />- My outfit: LOVE, LOVE, LOVE...especially the shawl. I was so glad I opted for the simple, demure look. It's understated but elegant still (I hope)<br />- My make-up: AMAZING<br />The pit and the peak of NIKAH: The PIT was the delayed start as Friday night's traffic was HELL. So groom's side took some time to gather at Masjid Abu Bakar As-Siddiq SS19. Hence, the ceremony started later than scheduled, but it went on quickly and smoothly :)<br />The PEAK: Definitely the 'sekali lafaz' made by hero of the day: my husband did it with such confidence and 'machoness'! Kudos sayang!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZieprTnE69g/T1S7TcseOiI/AAAAAAAAAps/MnoiTyqjXdY/s1600/nikah3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZieprTnE69g/T1S7TcseOiI/AAAAAAAAAps/MnoiTyqjXdY/s320/nikah3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716399769834633762" />The moment of truth</a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JcAy48V7be0/T1S8FAEMn2I/AAAAAAAAAp4/fpWcPqFVR-k/s1600/nikah5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JcAy48V7be0/T1S8FAEMn2I/AAAAAAAAAp4/fpWcPqFVR-k/s320/nikah5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716400621142974306" />mas kahwin from him to me</a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6_Yv7AROHI/T1S9pFVqaRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Ha9ukBqmVG4/s1600/nikah14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6_Yv7AROHI/T1S9pFVqaRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Ha9ukBqmVG4/s320/nikah14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716402340545325330" />sarung cincin</a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5wnGaARPNE/T1S-j8iv3bI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/I2JQKPOdaUQ/s1600/nikah6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5wnGaARPNE/T1S-j8iv3bI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/I2JQKPOdaUQ/s320/nikah6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716403351796571570" />the ring we picked</a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_y36G-oAlc/T1S--LRDYtI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rkKNJ5UJ5dg/s1600/nikah7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_y36G-oAlc/T1S--LRDYtI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rkKNJ5UJ5dg/s320/nikah7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716403802425483986" />putting on his ring</a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRJ2PyqI6ko/T1TBN1fSPHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/04xhLbiM6jA/s1600/nikah1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRJ2PyqI6ko/T1TBN1fSPHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/04xhLbiM6jA/s320/nikah1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716406270480759922" />blissfully wedded couple</a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNQlxXUeeig/T1WCjTU3lII/AAAAAAAAArA/4OnbHtxPvuY/s1600/nikah8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vNQlxXUeeig/T1WCjTU3lII/AAAAAAAAArA/4OnbHtxPvuY/s320/nikah8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716618845011547266" />kissing me</a>TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-15728843440148907302012-02-28T21:41:00.002+08:002012-02-28T22:02:23.743+08:00In Response to someone's postI read this post on someone's blog I used to follow - as I've just removed her from my reading list, nothing personal...just thought that I've no use following her anymore. Hehehe...I reckon now that my wedding is over and all these wedding craze should end, hehe. Anyways, she wrote about planning for a child. True enough she wrote about being prepared economically and how important it is to enjoy couple time before jumping into parenthood, but a part of me felt like she's missing one point in which we Muslims would phrase it as 'Hikmah disebalik sesuatu'. Sometimes we may think that planning is everything, I wanna have this and that by certain age and my child will have the BEST everything, but how much exactly do we know about everything we have planned? Is our plan really the best? Quoting her friend's story about how 'deprived' her life is at the moment because she had her first child a bit too early than she's 'supposed' to...it made me feel that what's she's heading for is looking at things in the monetary sense. Let's look at the days when our parents raised us. Were we lavished with the most expensive everything? Fast food every other day? The biggest house? A brand new car right after SPM? At least I wasn't. But do I feel like less of a person today because I was raised to understand that money doesn't come easy? A BIG FAT NO! This world now is too crowded with people telling us that we NEED SO MANY THINGS until we get blurred with what we truly need and what we truly just plain want. Yes it's individual choice to live life according to a certain path or value but always remember our creator and always believe that InsyaAllah for everything He grants us with, it's a blessing to us. Do we get it, do we not, it's not our business to question. With lots of doa, hard work and tawakal we'll make it through. It's about putting our life not in our hands, but in HIS. And that, is something I am still working at. Wallahu'alam...Wassalamualaikum w.b.t.TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-48389319614526537172012-02-23T18:49:00.013+08:002012-02-23T22:24:08.578+08:00My Bachelorette Party times 2Yes, I meant to write about this long ago but haven't got the time to sit down and write all the details. I must say I was so touched by the effort shown by all my BFFs for making the event such a special and memorable one for me. Despite whatever glitches, bottom line is I was super duper happy and really felt like a bride-to-be :)) Besides, I got two batches of PARTAYYY!!!
<br />For the first batch, we were all gathered at AmpWalk, Jalan Ampang. There's this beautiful restaurant called Flora Cafe. The ambiance was breathtaking, fit for a wedding. I honestly felt like getting my soon to be groom and tell him, "Sayang, kite kawen kat sini je nak?" hehe, just kidding...it's pretty obvious that it wouldn't fit the amount of guests I have. After we're done with dinner we headed down to Sucasa Service Apartments for our 'slumber party'. Unfortunately we're all tired so the night continued with heartwarming pillow talks and more snacking...that was a good one!
<br />To my surprise there was another special celebration for me, planned about 2 weeks before my wedding!!! OMG, despite my already busy schedule then it was an awesome retreat from such a stressful period for me. My beloved friends had it all planned out at Marmalade, BV2. The place had an energy that I truly loved, it was painted in warm colours and everything looked perfect with the pink balloons my friends bought. Apart from the hearty dishes, we also played a few games. Brilliantly prepared by soulsistah Dilla Karim with the help of all the other soulsistahs of course. We had 'taboo - wedding special version', essay writing of How Rafei met Aida - because I am a teacher I think, hehe,'Don't Forget the Lyrics' - because I LOVE singing and A-Z about wedding game. We had so much fun!!! It was a great party and I truly enjoyed it. I am really grateful to have friends who went to great lengths to make me happy. A big hearty THANK YOU to all of you.
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<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0S-emxF1GEM/T0YcVt3N8SI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kqohu_k6MY0/s1600/flora%2Bcafe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0S-emxF1GEM/T0YcVt3N8SI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kqohu_k6MY0/s320/flora%2Bcafe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712284336780079394" />Venue 1: Flora Cafe, Ampwalk Ampang</a>
<br /><ahref="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dbq9P676OM/T0Yc5YdYu4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/u9dxve9ANE8/s1600/gals%2Bat%2Bflora.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dbq9P676OM/T0Yc5YdYu4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/u9dxve9ANE8/s320/gals%2Bat%2Bflora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712284949509880706" />all of us</a>
<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ7z5vpATQk/T0YhGBNOq3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/VQR7oXYR6B4/s1600/cake%2B2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ7z5vpATQk/T0YhGBNOq3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/VQR7oXYR6B4/s320/cake%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712289564652907378" />RAINBOW cake</a>
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1Z1pMg18ts/T0YhbsOFUSI/AAAAAAAAAoY/m17eeu_nwR4/s1600/my%2Bcake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1Z1pMg18ts/T0YhbsOFUSI/AAAAAAAAAoY/m17eeu_nwR4/s320/my%2Bcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712289936976466210" />at sucasa ampang</a>
<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4UuJwLdim8/T0Yihg_CqBI/AAAAAAAAAok/OiToA5E8-GQ/s1600/marmalade.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4UuJwLdim8/T0Yihg_CqBI/AAAAAAAAAok/OiToA5E8-GQ/s320/marmalade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712291136551430162" />Venue 2: Marmalade @BV2</a>
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZmd3DbgJCk/T0YjBESff7I/AAAAAAAAAow/vHkpLP4pkKw/s1600/fwens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZmd3DbgJCk/T0YjBESff7I/AAAAAAAAAow/vHkpLP4pkKw/s320/fwens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712291678604197810" />the happy faces</a>
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOwtW76Gj9s/T0YjgS2CsGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qNfJRPS1Xk8/s1600/food.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOwtW76Gj9s/T0YjgS2CsGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qNfJRPS1Xk8/s320/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712292215087345762" />the yummylicious food</a>
<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOvMDIfhsGA/T0Yj1zUcsqI/AAAAAAAAApI/FVhbb0GZPT4/s1600/me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TOvMDIfhsGA/T0Yj1zUcsqI/AAAAAAAAApI/FVhbb0GZPT4/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712292584582066850" />the soon-to-be bride</a>
<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLsgrcaXdZk/T0YkHVe_90I/AAAAAAAAApU/Ivp7X17F9WM/s1600/gift.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLsgrcaXdZk/T0YkHVe_90I/AAAAAAAAApU/Ivp7X17F9WM/s320/gift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712292885810902850" />the handmade gift</a>
<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3RIRcD9f_0/T0YkZ40eoII/AAAAAAAAApg/-mDA1P_5QrM/s1600/happy%2Bkid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3RIRcD9f_0/T0YkZ40eoII/AAAAAAAAApg/-mDA1P_5QrM/s320/happy%2Bkid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712293204533878914" />me: all smiles like 1 happy kid</a>TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-1868362068084489652012-01-29T18:04:00.001+08:002012-01-29T18:04:48.952+08:006 DAYS!!!!!!See the ticker??? that says it all, hehe...TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-25268450700566863132012-01-22T08:50:00.000+08:002012-01-22T09:48:45.702+08:00In less than 2 weeks....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZLstjJA0WU/TxtqqHVqcQI/AAAAAAAAAng/KnCBQjjX3JU/s1600/alone-girl-looking-pensamentos-sky-Favim_com-130179_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZLstjJA0WU/TxtqqHVqcQI/AAAAAAAAAng/KnCBQjjX3JU/s320/alone-girl-looking-pensamentos-sky-Favim_com-130179_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700267025124454658" /></a><br />this life will forever change...<br />I will be a wife to the most wonderful man I know... :)<br />suddenly it's all in slow motion. when i looked at my friends yesterday, I was holding back my tears. inside i felt it, i only have this moment to celebrate, to live in the present time of being in my singlehood before embarking on journey which i am still clueless about. i've heard lots about it from family, friends, mass media...but i don't know what mine will be like. i am excited, i am nervous, tremendously happy and scared too. it's overwhelming. but, I WANT TO ENJOY IT. <br />List of things I'll never get to do after this:<br />- Wake up late whenever and wherever....it's a BIG NO,NO to wake up late at mom in law's hse, I was told. hehehe, rumah mak sendiri boleh diskaun lagi<br />- Go anywhere at anytime as I please....must always ask permission and plan ahead<br />- BERMALAS-MALASAN - hehehe, maybe there are days when i still become malas kot<br />List of things I must do after this:<br />- Obey him (selagi tidak bertentangan dgn syarak of cos)<br />- Cook<br />- Clean<br />- Take good care of him<br />- Iron his clothes<br />- Be with him through good times and bad times<br />*I intended to write about my lovely bridal shower yesterday but I need the pictures and time to do it...so that the entry will truly capture all the greatness of the celebration. <br />P/S: Picture used is intended solely for illustration purpose. It is not related to the author in anyway. Thanks google images!TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-68688207804422857142011-12-14T22:24:00.000+08:002011-12-20T17:29:00.979+08:00LESS THAN 2 MONTHS ONLY!!!!!!I am freaking out because the ticker shows we only have LESS THAN 50 days to our Big Day. Indeed I am happy because I can't wait for our nuptials *winkwink* So far, I've covered the basics, only the little details need to be completed and reviewed! I.am.NERVOUS.... <br />Nikah<br />Date/Day: 3rd Feb 2012<br />Venue: Home sweet Home<br />- Pendaftaran : half way done<br />- Outfit him & her : done!<br />- Make up : done! deposit paid!<br />- Pelamin : discussed with vendor - need follow up<br />- Caterer : mama & bapak shall decide<br />- Door gifts - belum finalise<br />- P.A System : will borrow Pak Njang's<br />- Room decor : on, no!!! belum fikir lagi!!! hehe - but room is painted, new lights will be installed, bed sheet dah ada...just a bit here & there<br />- Hantaran - everything bought<br /> - flowers - NEED TO ORDER before going back to school<br />- Photographer : booked<br />- Videographer : booked and paid half (courtesy of Mama)<br />- Hand bouquet : Kak Ija will settle<br />Reception<br />Date/Day: 4th Feb 2012<br />Venue: Singgahsana, PJ<br />- Venue : confirmed and deposit paid. Meeting & food tasting to follow<br />- Pelamin : will use what hotel had provided<br />- Outfit: half done - need to get TUDUNG, VEIL and his outfit<br />- Photographer : booked<br />- Slide presentation : working on it<br />- Songs : 80% done<br />- Photo booth : NEED HELP!!! Don't know how to do backdrop, need to discuss with Singgahsana<br />- Wedding favours : in progress<br />- Emcee : booked<br />- Bridesmaid : Booked Dilla Karim! ;)<br />- Best man : still searching<br />- Flower girls : need follow up - the usual girls!!!<br />- Invitation Card : paid half, IN PROGRESS<br />- Make up : booked, paid half<br />- Hand bouquet : Kak Ija will settle<br />- Bunga manggar : Pls check this with hotel, jgn jd mcm along last time<br />* This checklist shows just how much more I need to do, which is SGT BANYAK!!! Freaking out!!!!!TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-80878119137142263322011-12-08T21:45:00.001+08:002011-12-20T16:38:50.184+08:00This may come in handy...Ever since I started being in a relationship, I've thought of writing a piece on how I finally knew and found LOVE, well I must admit that I am still learning. My quest in finding Love started pretty early. Actually I was never looking for one but as I could remember that was probably the first time ever I understood what falling for someone really meant. So, I thought<img class="facicon_link_class" title="Generated by Expresso" alt="Generated by Expresso" style="float:none;pointer;height:19px;width:25px;" src="http://img.socialsay.me/v5/expresso/emoticons/rollx3.gif"><br />Going wayyyyyy back when...Falling for a best friend.<br />I was only 14 and I had this guy friend who was always around telling me about everything that went on with his life, so naturally I did the same and we just connected. He's nice, down to earth, good looking, smart and wallah! Isn't that what every girl looks for in a man? So when he told me he had fallen for one of my best friends, I chocked for a moment. I felt a pang of jealousy rushed through me but I tried so hard to hide it, I was worried he might notice. HAHAHA - silly me! That little crush lasted a very long time before I could understand the first lesson in LOVE and LIFE: <span style="font-style:italic;">Learning to differentiate between LOVE and just being NICE</span>. A person who loves you would not wait for 10 years to do something about it - you know what I mean. A person who loves you, will make time no matter how busy he or she may be, even just for 10 minutes talking to you after a long day at work. It's exactly like He's Just Not That Into You - if a man likes you he would call. <br />I also learnt about LOVE & LIFE the hard way. As girls, we grew up fed with fairy tales and happily ever after and prince charming...but what they didn't tell you - LOVE can be painful. Well it's not supposed to be if it began with the right purpose and followed by sincerity and executed the right way. I learnt to taste disappointment at its core I suppose. Well, in short I met a guy whom I thought at the time had the right package, though lacking something, but still was worthy of my love. However, what I got in returned after lots of drama was nothing short of the feeling of humiliation, bitterness, devastation - which were VERY UNHEALTHY! So I stopped and thought long and hard. What was wrong with me? And then I realised, I was overlooking the most important thing in one's life - One's RELIGION. My ex was not a Muslim and there so many outside pressures. Soon it just became too messy and he started changing. To cut it short, we broke up and he hooked up with one of my close friends. This may be subjective to many, but to me, my religion was the only thing that saved me from hitting rock bottom. From there I learnt to look back at myself and 'repaired' myself from the emotional damages. That was the saddest part of my life I wish never to revisit. However, I must say I learnt a lot from that experience. A guy who loves you would do their best for you instead of making you do things for them. A guy who loves you will not take you for granted and mistreat you. I took a long break from relationships as I learnt to know myself better and slowly I tried to become a better person in whatever ways I could. It is quite surprising actually how much <span style="font-style:italic;">YOU LEARN ABOUT YOURSELF</span> when heartaches happen. I'm not here to dish about all the wrong things that guys have done to me, instead it's more about how I learn what love means from the experience I went through. None of these guys are bad people, but they just weren't right for me, and I wasn't right for them too! <br />Meeting MR RIGHT<br />Mr RIGHT is NOT Mr Perfect. Mr RIGHT doesn't drive a great car - I still love your B(l)M sayang! Mr RIGHT was just his humble and simple self, with a sense of humour and a wonderful heart. He doesn't surprise me with flowers but he meets my parents before bringing me out. He doesn't buy me handbags but never fails to cheer me up when I'm down. He doesn't promise me wealth but sincerely gives his heart to me. He doesn't tell me what to do, he only wish for me to be a good Muslim who abides Allah & Rasul. As for now, I am convinced with the love he's shown and I believe he will be a good husband and InsyaAllah father. We both are not perfect people, still learning, still making mistakes and learning some more. It is the first time for me dating someone older actually, and I believe my mother was right when she advised us to marry an older man. However, the age gap is not that big - only 4 years. Naturally he's more matured than me (Alhamdulillah for that), because of that too I have faith that I can rely on him. Ultimately, as I am a Muslim, it all comes back to jodoh. You know what they say, "Kalau dah jodoh, tak ke mana..." (walaupun jumpa dlm FB je!)...hehehe...good luck to us, may we become a strong, happy and blessed married couple InsyaAllah! I am sooooo looking forward to this - MARRIED LIFE :) <br /><br />_________________________<br />I added cool smileys to this message... if you don't see them go to: http://html.expresso.me/smileysTeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-13517897320518410922011-10-05T17:40:00.000+08:002011-10-07T23:09:03.675+08:00After months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-am1jDPEwl2o/To7tpAhnJrI/AAAAAAAAAmc/mmZgP5L_chc/s1600/IMG_8317%255B1%255D"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-am1jDPEwl2o/To7tpAhnJrI/AAAAAAAAAmc/mmZgP5L_chc/s320/IMG_8317%255B1%255D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660723070422689458" />Us at his family dinner at Italiannies Gardens</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K70b66XSbLI/To3E5SmNGHI/AAAAAAAAAmU/KgvBJbqR0wU/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K70b66XSbLI/To3E5SmNGHI/AAAAAAAAAmU/KgvBJbqR0wU/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660396795198249074" />Us all grown up</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K884K3YqI-Y/To2zaobaMVI/AAAAAAAAAmE/PVD_bKT6FWU/s1600/IMG_8042%255B2%255D"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K884K3YqI-Y/To2zaobaMVI/AAAAAAAAAmE/PVD_bKT6FWU/s320/IMG_8042%255B2%255D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660377576784933202" />Raya as engaged couple</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pU3y5EXcPs/To2zaWQeB_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Zd5lStMp5cc/s1600/IMG_4111%255B1%255D"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pU3y5EXcPs/To2zaWQeB_I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Zd5lStMp5cc/s320/IMG_4111%255B1%255D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660377571907209202" />Shoes 4 hantaran & reception</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpf5c_Hj6Fs/To2yknzqD4I/AAAAAAAAAl0/oKsxHp76Thg/s1600/IMG_0715%255B2%255D"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpf5c_Hj6Fs/To2yknzqD4I/AAAAAAAAAl0/oKsxHp76Thg/s320/IMG_0715%255B2%255D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660376648905265026" />Sofea, Afiq & Natrah solat together</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwjX4JykR2I/To2v8sJ1NaI/AAAAAAAAAls/f-0RosH8F8U/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwjX4JykR2I/To2v8sJ1NaI/AAAAAAAAAls/f-0RosH8F8U/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660373763853989282" />My huge family on 1st raya</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya6Qr62ol1M/To2v8fxg8mI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0L5-O7onL6M/s1600/IMG_0033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya6Qr62ol1M/To2v8fxg8mI/AAAAAAAAAlk/0L5-O7onL6M/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660373760530772578" />1 of the 2010 babies on Raya</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGb-wd4G-IU/To2v8D8ggQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/6nNEJ6Sur5U/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGb-wd4G-IU/To2v8D8ggQI/AAAAAAAAAlc/6nNEJ6Sur5U/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660373753060688130" />Wafeeqa, me & Shaza</a><br />Greetings earthlings! Many things have happened both in my personal life and teaching profession. From exams to students running away from hostel, HARI RAYA with family and of course fiance for the first time in my life, cat fight dramas to more weddings and engagements and finally my own preparation to our BIG DAY! :) <br /><br />Fasting & Feasting<br />The beginning of August this year also happened to be the beginning of Ramadhan. It was my first experience fasting with Mr fiance (we totally skipped fasting and raya as a couple, and jumped straight to engaged couple). It was a great experience going for Tarawih prayers with him, his mother and sister, breaking fast at each others' houses and even breaking fast outside with friends. What an awesome feeling to see him all blushed when asked about when our big day will be. For the first time I saw sincerity straight from a man's eyes and smile. I know this is right :)<br />Raya as always is an auspicious celebration filled with LOTS of food, family, friends and laughter. Let the pictures do the talking, yea!<br /><br />Hunt for Hantaran Items<br />So far we've bought a few items as there were many special offers and discounts during the festive season. Both of us haven't decided the fixed amount of trays as when we counted, it looks like there will be some additional items...so this is still in progress :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A kid ran away</span>...a silly 15 year old thought that she's so smart and decided to ran away and literally put us in hot soup! Even thinking about her makes me mad, so in the spirit of positive vibes I'm gonna skip this awful story.<br /><br />Sabariah's Wedding & Fadilla's Engagement<br />More stories about matrimony and betrothal, hurrah!!! So happy for them both. Unfortunately I didn't bring my own camera to Sab's wedding so there are no pictures from her BIG DAY. Thank God I brought one during Fad's Eday ;) so you can enjoy the whole occasion in the pictures! *heart*<br /><br />More Bonding with His Family<br />The past few months have brought us even closer and I've bonded even more with his family. A few weeks back his sister treated the whole family for dinner at Italiannies. Before we went to Gardens, we gathered at his sister's place in Alam Damai, Cheras which happens to be near Abg Boy's house. We had a hearty dinner and I simple adore his nieces :) They are super duper cute;) Last week after receiving his first salary since he started in Perodua he bought satay for his family. I felt so happy for him. That night, his nieces played with me and even though I felt tired as prior to that we went out and the traffic that day was so awful...(kesian driver, stress je)but at the end of it I was very happy, grateful, thankful and feel so blessed.<br /><br />Kerja Kahwin<br />So far Alhamdulillah...We already bought the diamond for my wedding ring, just waiting for the right time to buy the casing. It is just a simple and modest diamond ring. He went to a wedding fair in Ampang Point about 3 weeks back and made bookings with the vendor for our wedding card. It was quite a good deal he got! There was another wedding fair last week at Wangsa Walk. There we found quite a good offer for nikah bridal dais, bride & groom outfit and 1 make up session for...RM2100!!! I would say that's a fair price as often times even renting an outfit would cost at least 800 and it could go up as high as 2500, ok! And...it's not for yours to keep...what a waste. Since I am only renting for groom's side reception, so I don't really mind.<br /><br />PMR!!!!<br />3 Bestari students do me proud!!!!!!!!!! ALL THE BEST FOR PMR :)<br /><br />SPM is coming soon......I'm so scared.....this is my first year teaching form 5 students, and their trial was not quite promising. Let's do the best we can in this limited time and do whatever we can to prepare for the battle!<br /><br />MUET<br />Today I conducted a mock test for the speaking component. Yesterday I've already discussed issues pertaining to the situation that I was going to ask the next day. However, as anticipated, they were unprepared and also it looked like they can't even string utterances together decently. I only managed to squeeze in 2 groups. Honestly I was very disappointed with them. I've taught them, discussed issues with them, gave notes and do practices...but they still DON'T GET IT!!! What have I done wrong? <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">NEVERTHELESS</span>, as a TEACHER, I cannot give up, I must pray for them, I must be patient and I must help them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">BUT</span>, there is a big chance I will think of other options as honestly, after only 2 years I am quite worried if this is what I'll be doing for the rest of my life...hmm....<br /><br />I've also applied for transfer but chances of getting it is very slim...so let's not get our hopes up too high!<br />I need a break, year end break how I yearn for you!!!!!!!TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-5192564539937752832011-07-22T16:22:00.000+08:002011-10-08T22:07:52.029+08:00An Entry on ~OuR memorable engagement~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQMbDHZeE44/TilHd6-fI3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iUJPe33VA-Y/s1600/YON_4518.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cQMbDHZeE44/TilHd6-fI3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iUJPe33VA-Y/s320/YON_4518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632111388376638322" />The couple's photo session</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNrg_q24gU4/TilHRMVGO0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ZfX_2DYRDns/s1600/YON_4482.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNrg_q24gU4/TilHRMVGO0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ZfX_2DYRDns/s320/YON_4482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632111169696578370" />Friends forever</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_PcP08fVoE/TilHQ6DfbiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/wP-7U0MogmM/s1600/YON_4480.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_PcP08fVoE/TilHQ6DfbiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/wP-7U0MogmM/s320/YON_4480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632111164790894114" />OMG!</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dpAh007D_A/TilG4bYTMcI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ar0t3Blxvuc/s1600/YON_4369.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dpAh007D_A/TilG4bYTMcI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ar0t3Blxvuc/s320/YON_4369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632110744239813058" />Us again</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_RH_XpEyDoo/TilG4JQOPoI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GEgL_vo9HQQ/s1600/YON_4366.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_RH_XpEyDoo/TilG4JQOPoI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GEgL_vo9HQQ/s320/YON_4366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632110739374096002" />Kontrol konon</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UwlQajF0V5g/TilGfSq5tcI/AAAAAAAAAko/bm7ie-ThqpI/s1600/YON_4359.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UwlQajF0V5g/TilGfSq5tcI/AAAAAAAAAko/bm7ie-ThqpI/s320/YON_4359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632110312405185986" />Saying our goodbyes</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8YZXpEFiVo/TilGe1EHZOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QUzHJNKhEH8/s1600/YON_4321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8YZXpEFiVo/TilGe1EHZOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/QUzHJNKhEH8/s320/YON_4321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632110304457876706" />Tok Teh & me</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13He2j-O9b8/TilFyQMpnOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Dvh6zxCpYLM/s1600/YON_4292.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13He2j-O9b8/TilFyQMpnOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Dvh6zxCpYLM/s320/YON_4292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632109538647317730" />From us to them</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaqNIW3rbPA/TilFyNrNaPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/GGodXnnK5Ag/s1600/YON_4286.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VaqNIW3rbPA/TilFyNrNaPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/GGodXnnK5Ag/s320/YON_4286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632109537970186482" />The discussion</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXX_nEMsLjk/TilFdkitsSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/c2bz3OJwQuA/s1600/YON_4277.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXX_nEMsLjk/TilFdkitsSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/c2bz3OJwQuA/s320/YON_4277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632109183331316002" />Confused, what next?</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekKc4_GQvls/TilFdT9pFwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/mEUQ8juL1qg/s1600/YON_4273.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekKc4_GQvls/TilFdT9pFwI/AAAAAAAAAkA/mEUQ8juL1qg/s320/YON_4273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632109178880857858" />Mama, me & bakal mak</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy71FCNgIvA/TilFdIlpZ0I/AAAAAAAAAj4/jqfLPLbg_LU/s1600/YON_4268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy71FCNgIvA/TilFdIlpZ0I/AAAAAAAAAj4/jqfLPLbg_LU/s320/YON_4268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632109175827425090" />Me and his mom</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLt0SAVB8UQ/TilFBWMbCGI/AAAAAAAAAjw/E2v0cOgCMkE/s1600/YON_4263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLt0SAVB8UQ/TilFBWMbCGI/AAAAAAAAAjw/E2v0cOgCMkE/s320/YON_4263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632108698443384930" />I thought I saw tears in her eyes </a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9H18yx9iMcw/TilFBKDl4DI/AAAAAAAAAjo/NGGZvV_zbOw/s1600/YON_4260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9H18yx9iMcw/TilFBKDl4DI/AAAAAAAAAjo/NGGZvV_zbOw/s320/YON_4260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632108695185121330" />Sarung cincin</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S23CLWENI6I/TilEYStDYDI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_MSA0O7FlRs/s1600/YON_4248.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S23CLWENI6I/TilEYStDYDI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_MSA0O7FlRs/s320/YON_4248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632107993131868210" />Praying for us, ameen...</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKGBlOF6cRs/TilEYFJnFkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/EPAd_tIEDXs/s1600/YON_4245.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKGBlOF6cRs/TilEYFJnFkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/EPAd_tIEDXs/s320/YON_4245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632107989493552706" />The crowd inside</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2XrqABklaU/TilD-XTCOcI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Fmbkx8TSU9s/s1600/YON_4240.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2XrqABklaU/TilD-XTCOcI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Fmbkx8TSU9s/s320/YON_4240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632107547688319426" />Bakal mak & Mak Uda</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-yY_Kha2KY/TilD-JvUb_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/2-djkAFsnv0/s1600/YON_4211.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-yY_Kha2KY/TilD-JvUb_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/2-djkAFsnv0/s320/YON_4211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632107544048857074" />Bapak greeting his uncle</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkC0Fm4QVWw/TilDn9TKIoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7tojDqsRt1M/s1600/YON_4208.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkC0Fm4QVWw/TilDn9TKIoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7tojDqsRt1M/s320/YON_4208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632107162752393858" />Ready to beat the traffic</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-japRp_BlA48/TilDnufoCiI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ntmMBofwsKw/s1600/YON_4166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-japRp_BlA48/TilDnufoCiI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ntmMBofwsKw/s320/YON_4166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632107158778153506" />Rafei all smiles</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-Tnfn_-WOQ/TilDUWFIBkI/AAAAAAAAAiw/R5ZWygRHI8Q/s1600/YON_4157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-Tnfn_-WOQ/TilDUWFIBkI/AAAAAAAAAiw/R5ZWygRHI8Q/s320/YON_4157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632106825807038018" />The RING</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VuTf9nXwS8/TilDUKcYz7I/AAAAAAAAAio/s2sl9W202bo/s1600/YON_4134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VuTf9nXwS8/TilDUKcYz7I/AAAAAAAAAio/s2sl9W202bo/s320/YON_4134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632106822683381682" />Performing Sunat Dhuha</a><br />Fad called a few days ago and asked, How does being engaged feel like? And my response was, "I still can't believe it!!!" <br />09.07.2011 - Not only was this date memorable because of our engagement, but also because of the infamous Bersih rally that caused massive jams everywhere due to the roadblocks at almost every toll you could think of. Let's put aside political issues here, as I am only interested to discuss about our first step towards the happiest day of our lives as a couple. I got home 2 days before and the moment I set foot inside my house, millions of thoughts were running through my mind. The checklist was increasing every minute and I kept calming myself that everything will be fine, please Dear Allah. There were flowers to be bought and arranged, room to decorate, house to clean up and decorate and so many little things to buy. The most worrying part, would people turn up on time? That Saturday morning, with only 4 hours of sleep I crept out of bed and started with the Sirih Junjung arrangement. Hani was pulling her tak cukup tidur tantrum, forcing my mum to carry her around and thus making it difficult for my poor mother to start getting things done. Finally, she calmed down and mama could work. Pity mama...<br />I hurriedly went to the bathroom and showered before the arrival of my MUA. She was the same person who did kak anies' make up on her wedding, I thought she looked nice, so I figured I should just use her contacts. Hehe...malas nak fikir...<br />She was supposed to be here at 12.30 but as you know traffic was HELL so by the time she got here it was already almost 1. Entourage will be coming at 3, according to plan, but we expected some delay as you know what will cause the that delay. *sigh* I was all pretty and ready at 2.30. Really pleased with the end result, everything was just as I had imagined. So the wait began. At 1500 hours, they faced first obstacle at toll Kota Damansara, 30 minutes later they made it to subang toll but was stuck there as well. 1545, he texted me, "Dah nak sampai" and I yelled to the people outside, "Dah nak sampai!!!"...The nerves kicked in. This was it, the moment of truth. After all the heartache, the betrayal and false hope, finally a fresh new person. Only 5 months after our very first meeting, here we were, getting engaged. It was so surreal. I felt like it was only yesterday I had Faridah and Emelda over for tea and we had our girl talk on L.O.V.E. Everything was so quick, nonetheless it was beautiful. Every moment with Rafei feels great, everything about him is everything I had hoped for in a man I would call my husband. Without any doubt, he is THE ONE:) <br />They arrived with green and white hantaran made by Mak Uda, his aunt. I only saw a glimpse of my future MIL 'salam'ing the ladies. She's such a sweet lady. I sat quietly and patiently, whispering prayers of gratitude and hoping that this engagement was blessed by the Almighty. I was also praying for patience, happiness, more 'rezeki' and this engagement lasts until the very day we're pronounced as a lawful wedded couple, InsyaAllah...Ameen...<br />After the recitation of doa by the imam of the mosque nearby, I was called to the living room. There she was, my future MIL, all so sweet, waiting to place the ring on my finger. I felt this warm feeling of love despite the obvious nervousness. She initiated small talks before the ceremony and slowly took the ring we picked out 2 months ago and placed it nicely on my ring finger. I managed to utter 'Bismillahirahmanirahim'. That was quick, I thought. I kissed her hand and she hugged me. I saw tears in her loving eyes. "Was she crying?" It was beyond words, I was extremely touched. Grateful, that was how I felt. Happy is an understatement I suppose, everything was great. ALHAMDULILLAH.<br />Soon I was chatting with his sister and cousins, answering questions about how we met and more questions about myself. They were all very nice. Hehe, I was still waiting for him and soon I saw my fiance. Hehe, sudah upgrade sayang! He is my fiance - Rafei Darajat :) I L U :)) Here are some of the moments on that memorable day ;) Enjoy, peeps! Credit to Mr. Yon Bakar for the beautiful pics, love them all:))TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-48527880717228233462011-05-11T21:40:00.000+08:002011-05-11T21:55:59.138+08:00It's OfficialDate: 07.05.11<br />Day: Saturday<br />Venue: Home sweet home<br />The entourage came. His mom, aunts and uncles (2 couples) and another uncle. The E-day has been fixed, InsyaAllah everything will turn out fine...I'm excited, nervous, happy, grateful, apprehensive...no words could describe how I feel. Dear Allah, the Almighty, All Knowing, Most Merciful, please help us make this journey the best one with Your blessings. Amen.TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-59792495581801974172011-05-04T22:51:00.000+08:002011-05-07T08:39:01.077+08:00Bola tu bulat...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhsBL88uoG4/TcSTaL81r3I/AAAAAAAAAic/XQUVSQ8V2K4/s1600/IMG_1309.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhsBL88uoG4/TcSTaL81r3I/AAAAAAAAAic/XQUVSQ8V2K4/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603765914449588082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_AG1LyX0ik/TcSTZjXg_RI/AAAAAAAAAiU/cmrhVzUFbZc/s1600/DSC01440.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_AG1LyX0ik/TcSTZjXg_RI/AAAAAAAAAiU/cmrhVzUFbZc/s320/DSC01440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603765903555624210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6n6IE7lXmI/TcSTZY9i9mI/AAAAAAAAAiM/7kXEY_g5keU/s1600/DSC01437.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6n6IE7lXmI/TcSTZY9i9mI/AAAAAAAAAiM/7kXEY_g5keU/s320/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603765900762347106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUZsXuk6mxY/TcSTZJYj07I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9ZirAqORB0M/s1600/DSC01434.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUZsXuk6mxY/TcSTZJYj07I/AAAAAAAAAiE/9ZirAqORB0M/s320/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603765896580682674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BvH1_sdOy4/TcSTZDTdYRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KNmtYlEDENg/s1600/DSC01431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BvH1_sdOy4/TcSTZDTdYRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KNmtYlEDENg/s320/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603765894948675858" /></a><br />Whether or not you are Kaki Bangku or Kaki Bola...football is the one and only sport that makes the world go round. You can enjoy it over lepak sessions, you can enjoy it in the comfort of your own home or experience it yourself at the stadium or field where the match is being held! This posting is almost 2 weeks late, but I have to write about it because it caused me a good tan and sore throat! Maran MSSD Football tournament hosted by us took place about 2 weeks ago. It was such an exciting event that took the attention of not only the students in class, but also the teachers teaching in class. In the beginning, I wasn't part of the audience as I was more concerned with my lessons but later when I found out our school may have a shot at semi-finals, I can;t help but join in the fun as well. It was well worth it as our school defeated SMK Sri Jengka in the semis. The final match saw our school going up against SMV Pertanian Chenor which was just next to our school. So, their group of supporters came, complete with 'kompang' and what not, just to psych out our players. We brought supporters too, from students to teachers who were screaming OUT LOUD as we were all out supporting our school team. We tried and tried but scored none but unfortunately, one little mistake (which i thought didn't even look like a foul) had cost us a loss. Penalty was given to our opponent and the keeper almost saved it but it couldn't be helped. The bloody ball went it. Nonetheless, our players didn't stop fighting. Finally, the whistle was blown, marking the end of the final match which didn't favour our side. Win or lose, we had so much fun and it's such a great relief from the mundane routine in school. Good job boys, even though you all looked as black as the ebony, hehe, you were the school heroes!TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-57375434714033252952011-04-23T20:59:00.000+08:002011-04-23T23:56:18.070+08:00The event that took more than half of my Saturday:(<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPug4RtWEzg/TbLnI9yka4I/AAAAAAAAAh0/IdAoNO8zyUU/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPug4RtWEzg/TbLnI9yka4I/AAAAAAAAAh0/IdAoNO8zyUU/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598791427986582402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7RxNjb15mU/TbLnIlblsXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rCR3s3w_LJg/s1600/IMG_1303.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7RxNjb15mU/TbLnIlblsXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/rCR3s3w_LJg/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598791421447745906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xd2IHfzeQxs/TbLnIS29M6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/gGQroLRPQuY/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xd2IHfzeQxs/TbLnIS29M6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/gGQroLRPQuY/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598791416462259106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bwqL3CRfZQ/TbLnIDgZGOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Pn-slfJldcc/s1600/IMG_1290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bwqL3CRfZQ/TbLnIDgZGOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Pn-slfJldcc/s320/IMG_1290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598791412341086434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eo_nom-Pabs/TbLnHheNF9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/hrQ3Fe-oY5g/s1600/IMG_1284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eo_nom-Pabs/TbLnHheNF9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/hrQ3Fe-oY5g/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598791403205105618" /></a><br />Last week was a crazy week for me. I came back from Segamat on Wednesday and spent a night in Kuantan. On Thursday morning I was on my way back to Chenor and school went on as usual on Friday. That Saturday was our Hari Anugerah Kecemerlangan and PIBG Meeting. It was supposed to be done the week before, 9 April, however because one particular VIP was not available on that day we had to postpone the event to 16 April. What a bummer! I could have gone home that Friday but because of this delay I could only go home on Saturday. Under normal circumstance I would just sleep over at any of the teacher's house for the weekend as the hostel students have gone back home. However now, I have different priorities, guilty as charged, personal life has taken centre stage in my life. Just one night in KL would seem tiring for me back then but now I cease every opportunity I have to meet my other half. When it's right, everything falls into place perfectly...I am digressing. Anyhow, crazy weekend is now over and I can't wait to finish this weekend and next week because I have a long weekend to look forward to...YEAY!!!TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-6450896317864447062011-04-18T21:31:00.000+08:002011-04-18T22:19:59.361+08:001st competition as a teacher<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kG1wRch7Bh0/TaxIBzZoboI/AAAAAAAAAhM/e38dguhQoas/s1600/DSC01418.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kG1wRch7Bh0/TaxIBzZoboI/AAAAAAAAAhM/e38dguhQoas/s320/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596927632729468546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz_OXhLFQNU/TaxIBvusoBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YnFwb0m0ZdE/s1600/DSC01415.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz_OXhLFQNU/TaxIBvusoBI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YnFwb0m0ZdE/s320/DSC01415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596927631744081938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFHYDsCJUfw/TaxIBRYshSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/L0AwJYH41uE/s1600/DSC01413.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFHYDsCJUfw/TaxIBRYshSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/L0AwJYH41uE/s320/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596927623598736674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syrQYt6hHPU/TaxIA9hgf-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/kSrwvdgjOyc/s1600/DSC01416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syrQYt6hHPU/TaxIA9hgf-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/kSrwvdgjOyc/s320/DSC01416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596927618266988514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBRx1lqJbh8/TaxIAoV1P0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/asVi04y2HIA/s1600/DSC01417.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBRx1lqJbh8/TaxIAoV1P0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/asVi04y2HIA/s320/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596927612580872002" /></a><br />Every time I participated in debates I'd tell myself that was it, that would be the last time but then somehow I'd be 'lured' into entering because of my own inability to say NO. That's usually because after everything had ended I would usually tell myself that wasn't so bad. After all, although I made quite a fool of myself (LOL) I still went up and said what I had to say. I am getting to the point here. (LOL). From 11-13 April I participated in the Zone C Teacher's English Debate Competition in conjunction with this year's Teacher's Day celebration. This zone C level saw teachers from 4 states; Johore, Pahang, Terengganu and Kelantan debating to be the zone champion to go to the next level in Sarawak. The motions for semi-final and final were already given prior to the competition and from 6-8 April the centralised training was held in Kuantan. The teachers in our team were Ms. Ana Shirin from SBPI Kuantan, an experienced debater, Ms. Michelle from SMK(P) Methodist Kuantan, a very senior debater, myself, the newbie, Puan Azura also a newbie from SK(P) Methodist Kuantan and Zach from Paloh Hinai our trainer and also debater himself. <br />In Kuantan we went through vigorous training led by Ms Chandra and Puan Faridah both from JPNP, Puan Faudziah our manager from Kuantan PPD, and Mdm Wong Tok Ee, Pahang state adjudicator and also an experienced teacher from SABS Kuantan. The training was held at SABS Kuantan, a renowned premier school in Pahang. Just looking at the surrounding and environment of the school it was without a doubt the school is deemed as one of the best in Kuantan. I was especially impressed with their choir team. Their practice sessions gave me chills and I could only dream upon a dream to have a choir team like that. I also saw their choral speaking practice and I saw the students conducting their uniform bodies meeting. It's like a dream school. Ok, back to the debate. We made our way to Segamat, where the competition was held, on Monday 11 April. The journey took us about 3 hours and we were seriously nervous. It's been a long time since I last debated so I have lost touch and almost forgotten how to do it. I was shocked to be chosen as a speaking member and given the responsibility as the first speaker. Oh that was scary. Luck was not quite on our side that Tuesday morning as we had picked Opposition for the motion. Well, it was after all fated and we lost, but did all we could despite the mistakes. Most importantly we learn from those mistakes. Anyhow, we enjoyed ourselves on the final day as there's no more headache for the final round. We're glad to get it over and done with. Thanks to everyone involved, you people have helped me A LOT in various ways. Thanks also to Encik Rafei for the endless support and encouragement. Thanks also to his nieces and nephews who joined in our routine skype sessions and managed to cheer me up during such a stressful perios. Here are some low quality pictures I managed to snap. Now back to work and responsibilities...TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-31539743945675141632011-03-31T21:03:00.000+08:002011-03-31T22:03:02.989+08:00UpdatesHi! I haven't been updating this blog for quite some time simply because life has been quite overwhelmingly busy. Not forgetting my commitment to someone - not that I'm dreading it in any way ;) I truly am happy :) Anyways, back to my busy life, I've been attending a few Girl Guiding activities. Now I am considered a teacher who is 'licensed' to give badges to students. Huhu! I also have been busy with marking as prior to the holidays we had our First Term Test. After that we've been checking the answers and going through the exam papers. Pretty much going over the same mistakes they do over, and over again. After all those craziness I still continue finishing some unmarked books. It's so hot these days and my skin begins to peel bit by bit - it's lost a lot of moisture due to the UV rays. I digressed, Hehe...<br />Something interesting to look forward to though. I'll be away from school for a teacher's debate competition that will take place in Segamat in about two weeks from now. OMG...I'm so lazy to do all the studying but considering how bored I've been doing the same thing every day, this could be a good change of routine. I am apprehensive about the amount of stress due to this debate. I believe I'm not much of a debater. I AM NERVOUS. <br />Let's just see how it goes, and yes at the same time we're doing some studying and hunting on houses. Hope we find the right one. Ameen...<br />*Downside - I'll be missing GG State Level Camping in Raub... :( Looking forward to that...seriously!!!TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2929699687336683224.post-58724690900635609062011-03-17T15:11:00.000+08:002011-03-17T15:13:19.637+08:00I hate this...School holidays is ending and I'm still struggling to finish marking. The most boring part of a teacher's life. Oh God...I am soooo sleeepppyyyyyyyyy..........TeaChEr?http://www.blogger.com/profile/08053259365548887443noreply@blogger.com0