Happy New Year

I haven't been blogging for weeks.

It's the new year and unfortunately for me, I ushered it with a bad case of sinusitis. Thank goodness for my trusty creamer pot that I made into my neti pot, my health is improving - many thanks to Oprah and Dr Oz for introducing me that method months ago.

So anyway, school is going to open in less than a couple of days and I've been going to school non stop for the clean up and transition program for year 1 pupils. Hubby's back since he got to work on new year, huhuhu, and today I'm at my uncle's house for a visit.

On my way here, horror descended.

Just after Pekan Nenas, there was a slow traffic. I saw a trailer that was carrying cooking gas blocking the road. I hate driving behind any lorry or trailer with load full of cooking gas. I watched too many movies and I have an over active imagination, that's why.

So I thought, okay a trailer went off the road, big deal, no problem. The police and fire brigade were busy clearing the gas tanks and controlling the traffic. As I was passing the trailer, I saw bits and pieces of glass and... other vehicle? on the road. What kind? I can't see any other vehicle there.

I was wrong.

Right after the trailer, there it was.

A mangled black car that looked like a Citra.

With a dead man still in it. His head was leaning through the window, the engine was crushed and only the roof at the passenger's side remained. The head was bloodied and I thanked Allah for only able to see the back of his head.

I knew he was dead because no one was hovering over the car or do anything to revive him.

Creepy.

Drive safe. Love your life, love your family.

Horcruxes and Hallows

2 years of wait.

Hundred miles of journey.

I finally completed my collection ^_^

Despite the refusal of 4 major bookstores to sell the books to walk-in customers, there's still Carrefour and Tesco. Of course lah I was one of the buyers in Carrefour since I did not know which part of the country I would be on July 21st - whether in Serdang or in Besut. Besides, the price was rm40 worth of difference. I was already gone bonkers with all the promotions when I went to Megamall on the 20th with my sister to send off a cousin there. I was about to reserve a copy at MPH but then again, I was wondering if I have the energy to rush on the commuter train from UKM early in the morning to queue up for the book. Then my lifesaver - I heard the commercial on the radio that Carrefour will be selling it too. Went to Carrefour Alamanda to make a reservation that very afternoon and off I went home with a relieved heart. Night time, went out for dinner with my sayang, all was well.

Morning came, I shook my sister up from her slumber (chewah) and rushed to Alamanda. I was one of the first 100. The special gift was not much but I really like the poster that I got for pre-ordering the book. Then I was lost in my own world. My sister might as well talk to a brick wall since I did not hear anything that she said - except for sending her back to the Gemilang Hall and fetch her at 3 for our hi-tea at Palm Garden.

The book was marvelous. The theory that my brother and I made about someone was right on target. I kept on sms-ing Edda, another avid reader/ex-classmate of mine each time one of the main characters were killed. So many died and I could not help but cry when one of them went down. One will lose an ear. The hunt for horcruxes were very challenging and the search for the Deathly Hallows adds up the complicated journey. Harry will become someone else's godfather and the final battle on Hogwarts ground was a masterpiece. Who would have thought that the motherly Molly Weasley could duel heads on with Sirius' killer? She even gave the bloody witch a very hard time at it. The final duel - Harry against Voldemort... you just have to read it yourself.

The ending was lovely. I really love it. 10 stars for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows!!!

I'm just wondering which part of the book will they hack the when it comes for this book to be made a movie. So far my friends were highly disappointed watching Order of Phoenix - so I'm not going to watch it either. The Half-blood Prince.... pass it too maybe.

Sighs...

Saturday, when my friends went and enjoy themselves for this year's Bon Odori, I'm here stuck with lesson plans and of course - sekolah ganti. So anyway since I'm not there to take pictures, stole some of the pics from the forum. Now... siape yang ade eh...

Waa... someone wearing yukata, kawaii deshou? l to r: Buru-chan, tk (tak kenal), har-chan's imouto, tk, buzzy, Wan-kun, Aina.

Waaaa kirei na uchiwa. Last year oren x lawa huhuhu. l to r: tk, tk, Aina, Har-chan, tk, Linda (ke Lina?), Azah, Buru-chan, Buzzy, tk, Lina (atau Linda?).

The stage. If you've seen Karate Kid 2, it's more or less like that one.

The stage up-close.

Seronokla derang berdansa around the stage like this
Takpe, there's still next year and the years after. All so sudden terbayang Oh-chan's solo Song For Me buat lagu for the Bon Odori dance *_*

Today is the registration for the KPLI July intake and I got myself a new room-mate. Time to get acquainted, huhuhu.

Filling a balloon full of my small dreams ^_^

Its the weekend.
Feels like it's been months since my last weekend.
Of courselah, I would be exaggerating if I said that.

Last week we only had a day weekend - since Besut needs to exchange for schooldays during the upcoming Eid in October. Oh well, tomorrow's the last of the 'ganti' then I'm off to spend my 2 days weekend.

So far the practical session drags. Have to write the 4 to 5 pages of lesson plan by hand, prepares the worksheet and teaching aids for the day after since our supervisor might pop in any day soon. The KH girls at my school already received their surprise when their supervisor came to the school without any warning - it was a sobering and jolting experience.

Just to keep my head clear, watched Tohoshinki's Balloon video clip. As one of my friends said, this is the only group she know to have too many AKAs and abbreviations. Dongbashinki, DBSK, DBSG, Tohoshinki, TVXQ - many names, same group.



The song makes me want to go back to my childhood. Well actually back to my secondary school time. We were as 'terencat' as that back then. I still remember 'the puppet show' we did from the girl's hostel corridor for the boys in 'AT' were making their way to the hall for their communication arabic paper. The lyric and translation can be found here.

Short term goal - find a way to drill the word 'communication' and the spelling for telephone, television, radio and computer into the mind of my pupils. Anyway, this is not meant as a laughable case.

Whirlwind Weekend

Despite the wrong ticket that I bought
Despite my immobility due to my sister's busy weekend
Despite the impromptu-ness of the decision
I still managed to get back to KL and spent my weekend there

^_^

For the wrong ticket, Za and I could blame Maraliner for not stating which Bandar Tun Razak that they go. We thought it was the BTR in Cheras but minutes before boarding time, all hell broke lose when the conductor told us it was the BTR in Kratong. We were panicked of course since all ticket to KL for that night were sold out. Luckily there was someone who were willing to cramp us at the back of a bus en route to KL. That problem was solved.

Then in Bangi, my sister was too busy managing a course at her place that she needed to use her car to go back and fro. I was room-bound during daytime and was about to leave to Mines as planned on Komuter to meet up with my sayang. Then rain fell like cats and dogs as I was about to leave. Thankfully my sister managed to car pool with a friend that night and I got myself a car.

The next day, had to leave real early even if my bus would actually leave at 10 at night. Good thing Linda was with me. Went to Midvalley, watched Fantastic 4 and then went to my aunt's house in Bangsar. Linda was, as last time got her hands full by melayan my 6 years old cousin, Baby while I get to spend my time with Dayah and her Mak. Currently, Baby is perfecting her skills in saying 'whatever' to everyone around. The 'whatever' caused her sister to pick her up and dunk her in the washing machine, hahahaha.


By the time I had to leave for Hentian Putra, I found myself dragging my feet to the door towards the car. You could expect me to leave Besut in a heart beat, no matter whatever difficulties and complications, but leaving for Besut... now that's a different thing altogether.

Oh well, few more months to go. You can do it Diah!!!!