pulanglah........

dimana kamu semua?????pulangla.....udah malem nih.enggak bagus kok anak dara keluar malem2...ahaha (cam ak x penah wat plak). bosan....bosan......da 2 kali ahad kok ak bersendirian.
ahah...gilak.

HoMe AlOnE I

it's sunday!!! i woke up at 1539, juz can't believe my eyes when i looked at my phone. it was cloudy outside, no wonder how i can sleep till that hour. and plus i slept at 5 am this morning. nobody in the house today except me and me..ahah. aly is in kuantan, pam is shopping in kl, shell is somewhere around shah alam and gee probably goes to her fren's house. so.....i am all alone. with a lappy and excellent wireless connection(konon), i would not feel the loneliness anymore (ye la tu).

for the past two months, i've tried to find my late cousin's fb, fs and his blog. only today i managed to find all of them. when he was alive, i never thought to search all of these. we were cousins, but we talked very little with each other. we only met once or twice in a year, mostly during hari raya or kenduri kendara. it was only when he entered INTEC, i had chances to see him frequently. last week when i was walking around the faculty, his face triggered my mind. my mind said "this is the path he used to walk, this is the cafe where he used to eat with his frens, this is the class where he used to learn, in short, every single place here reminded me of him. the memories that i have with him are mostly during our childhood days. it was all the way back in 1990's at our peaceful kampung ; parit 3, ban 2, sg burong, sekinchan, selangor. we played together around the house, near the parit, near the paddy field. oh no...i start to miss my kampung now. it is already four years since the last time i went there. there were all good memories, the laughs, the cries, the food ( i am craving for "wadik ikan sepat"). since our grandparents passed away, i rarely go back to the kampung. thus, we (my late cousin and i) had less opportunities to meet with each other. here are some pictures of him that i managed to find on the net.........(i can't hold my tears anymore).

semoga rohmu dicucuri rahmat...............

*u can't play on broken string

a new semester has begun with not so many interesting things to be talked about . i had troubles with my registration and class schedule...haih..ponin2. time2 tu boleh plak ade hardware failure kat uitm punye system. is this how it can reach the world class university status?better keep the answers in. since i didn't finish my registration, so i decided to follow my other friend's classes. there was one class that had truly put a new insight of my future career. the class is called classroom management. this is a preparation class for our practicum next semester. at this moment i don't really prepared to face the challenges in dealing with students' attitudes and behaviours. i can't imagine myself standing in front of the class with forty pairs of eyes watching at me. and what about when there is nobody watching at me? how and what should i do? this is the time to determine whether the profession suits me or not. to be a teacher, the person is not only has to be knowledgeable but also creative in so many ways because it is about dealing with human beings. and of course it takes a lot of consideration, patience and other emotional processes. for this subject, we' ll watch two movies which are "freedom writers" and

"the ron clark story". most of the classes during this first week was about the introduction of the courses so i did "ponteng" some of them,hehe.the reason of "ponteng" was........shopping. a very inexcuseable reason right?

mmmm.....lets move on to the other things. i called my mom just now and she told me about the robbery case at my future sister in-law house. she lost almost rm1k and suffered several bruises from the incident. she went to my mom's house this evening and my mom gave her a "doa" to hinder such thing from happening again. the "doa" contains the name of "ashabul kahfi" ,إن شاء الله it can help. she slipped at the door while running from the thief who hit her with a big stone..mmm..quite scary. i hope i'll never experience those things in my life. enough with the scars that i've already had, huhu. anyway, the title of this post has nothing to do with its content, it's just that i am listening to a song entitled "broken string" while i m writing this. daaa......