Second Language Acquisition = Stop Lazying Around.

To all part 6, B. Ed. TESL, UiTM Shah Alam students,

Good luck and all the best for the Second Language Acquisition (SLA) paper tomorrow.

Let's rock it, dorks!

Just one paper, baby. Only this one.

So, break a leg!

Let's study SLA and SLA (stop lazying around!)

kejalangan perempuan itu.

mascherano lagi bodoh, lucas memang sudah diketahui bodoh. itulah sebenarnye topik perbualan kita pada hari ini. maafkan saye kerana tajuk di atas tidak relavan, tapi yang sebenarnye memang saye rasakan, rafael benitez seperti seorang perempuan yang jalang, pada malam tadi, sekali lagi saya tegaskan, pada pendapat saya. ramai yang mempersoalkan, penggunaan dua "defensive midfielder" - memang tidak berkesan, bukan saya yang kata, paul massefield yang kata. it is clear that the blues using 4 players who are certainly well experienced, fuck off to them - ballack essien deco and lampard. yes, ancelotti was right, they possessed the ball and force the reds to play long passes to el nino, the isolated one on the top. yes he is well known, top class of striker who won the golden boot when he was sixteen, youth world cup, regarded as best striker, with cute face, - yes, he once dreamed to be a rockstar, but the pay for his legs is much higher than his guitar. but with the ball in the air to catch with physical force from his back, terry and carvalho, with michael essien shadows his all 90 minutes, fernando torres looks terribly exhausted. tengoklah kebodohan mascherano, membiarkan bola terlepas, kemudian kena counter-attack, drogba the architech - thanks to nicolas anelka's cool finishing. so the question here, why rafael benitez should use, and continue using two defensive midfielders - who are uncreative, and only know how to play short simple pass? bukannye kedua ekor mereka mengekori drogba sepanjang masa, malah salah seorang pun tidak. memang celake. sudah penat, penulisan berhenti di sini, nanti sambung lagi.

ditulis oleh - haa yang ini kita tak tahu.

dam deem dum bunyi mercun!

Eid Mubarak? Raya? You're talking about hari raya, honey? Ha ha! Pardon me for being so bitter but you wouldn't be so eager if you were in my shoes.

No wonder my seniors warned me about being ready to be living life in hell once you've entered semester 6. No wonder 6 is such an evil number, I mean triple 6. 'm so busy to the extent of spending most of my time onlining chit chatting at YM and commenting ppl in FB. No I mean yes, that too, FB is a huge distaction, but it has never made my life a living hell (Okay moron, my life doesn't revolve around FB, mind you). Wait, no. FB is very useful, seriously. It is a very interactive tool in learning. I-learn is so not user-friendly so my lecturer decided to do online tutorial using FB, cool isn't it? The assignments, notifications, quizes and whatnot will be posted in FB. Plus, you'll notice that many of your classmates will still be greenly or idly 'available' in FB the night before the deadline of your assignment, which indicates that yeah you guys are a bunch of lazy procrastinators or you guys strive for perfection and will never get satisfied with your work and decided to edit, re-edit here and there for gazillion times before submitting the assignment. Well you know which group I belong to. I'm not lazy, it is just my preferred style of learning. I work best under pressure, seriously. Even if I got ample time to do my assignment, I will wait til the very last minute to start doing it. I've tried to do my assignment two/three days earlier before the deadline but to no avail. I'm addicted to the pressure, the counting down the time remaining, the panda eyes, the smell of a cup of a very rich you'll-pee-every-two-minutes nescafe, the buzzing your classmates just for the fun of it knowing that they are too in the same situation, the lack of sleep, etc. Isn't it fun?

You know how much sleep I get every friggin night for the sake of getting education? 24 hours a day is not friggin enough. The best part is while you're having your sweet Hari Raya, I'll be busy doing asshitments and preparing for microteachings and tests.


Check out my to-do-list:

Microteaching writing- Monday 28/9, 8.30
Test Writing- Monday or wednesday 28 or 30/9
Asian Lit Movie Analysis presentation- Monday 28/9, 6pm
Microteaching teaching literature- wednesday 30/9, 3pm
Presentation SLA- Thursday 1/10, 10.30am
Seminar Classroom anagement- Thursday 1/10, 2pm
Microteaching Grammar-Friday 2/10, 3pm
(All these in just one week, ONE friggin week, yo! Oh look at my MONDAY surprise, very sweet!)

ALL THE QUIZES AND WRITTEN ASSIGNMENTS NEED TO BE SUBMITTED RIGHT AFTER MY SWEET RAYA BREAK, which is on MONDAY. (another monday surprise, tadaa!) Thank you very much.

God, pls have mercy on me! I'm so dead. I'm gonna be hysterically, ecstatically, frantically sewel ESPECIALLY ON MONDAY.

So, happy eid mubarak, dear.


Oh well.

Burrrpp.. Oooopsie ehe.

13 days and still counting..
HAPPY FASTING EVERBODY!

Ish knapa asal pakai tudung mesti nak selekeh T_T

Assalamualaikum cikgu! (wah dah nmpk dah!! ready untuk practicum next sem hoyeah!)

So in this holy month, I'd like to wish you all Selamat Menjalani Ibadah Puasa. dan selamat hari raya yg sgt advance kpd siapa2 yg dah raya. (farysa, jgn tersedak okay)

Ugh post ini sgt vain jbnfsdhbhsbbfshg (bulan pose kene mencarut camni) tapi excited nk tunjuk bakat cikgu (sila rujuk rajah 2). Ada muka cikgu2 kan? Hopefully practicum dec ni supervisor tgk cam oh budak ni ada muka cikgu2 ni haa terus kasi A+. Ehe.

Sekian.

Hey lazy saturday at sunway!

It was a lazy saturday afternoon. I was lazying around doing nothing, counting down the hours, waiting for Farysa to come home from God-knows-where and suddenly Ariff buzzed me. It was approximately 4pm.

Ariff: buzz
Bee: yes?
Ariff: Are you free?
Bee: err. yea kind of.. y?
Ariff: Jom World stage!
Bee: ... OKAY!

So I took a shower, got dressed and off I went.

Yes I was fucking pissed off with Farysa. How could you go to Penang w/o even telling me? Am I invisible, like hell-o? I wouldn't fucking mind, knowing that it was an emergency. But you gotta respect me dude. I was worried sick trying to call you the whole day but couldn't get through. I wasted my energy and time, worrying about you and there you were hu-ha-hu-ha-ing at the anak-mami-land, with a bunch of friends, chilling at the beach, "yam seng" in the club, smokin' pot, bla bla bla yeah WHAT.EVERRRRRRRRRR!

Hah! I got a free pass to the MTV world stage anyway! Hoyeaaahh! Where were you at again? Penang? Bleerrghh!! Boooooring!!

Okay where was I? Oh yea, got there half an hour late. Ariff has waited for me patiently outside sunway lagoon for I-don't-know-how-long. Then he gave me the ticket and we went inside. We missed the performance by the local bands but yeah whatever, I couldn't care less, I was there to meet my lover, Tyson Ritter!! and and the Raygun, and and and Doug Robb!! and and and the Kasabian OMG I love their British accent! and and and Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! *faint*

It was hot, we were sweating like pigs, gasping for oxygen and it was such a huge crowd in a very constricted space which restricted our movements, but we were moving hard and jumping and rockin' anyway, and everybody was pushing each other, wanted to get a clearer view of the stage. Yea, you get the drift. But all in all, it was all worthwhile :)

I mean, where else can you see Tyson Ritter in Glitter Oh Em Gee it rhymes! and where else can I just let loose and be extremely overjoyed, singing and screaming at the top of my lungs for like 5 hours straight? I can't believe I did all that with Ariff ha ha we had a great time! Jyeaahh!

It was a blast, the hype, the crazy crowd, the atmosphere, we were all rockin' hot, hell it was incredibly awesome! Now, you're talking about Penang, baby? Ha ha!

Spot me, can you?

Farysa then came to fetch me. Sorry honey you had to wait for.. let me count, err.. from 8 something til 11 something yeah, for about 3 hours? I swear I wasn't trying to get even with you, I didn't hold a grudge, I wasn't trying to get the sweet revenge or what so evah, I was late because it was the Kasabian performing live, baby! Yeah I know you were fucking tired rushing back here from Penang and your friends were sleepy and tired too, but I couldn't help it I was glued to where I was, and oh wait, did I tell you that Tyson Ritter was so eccentric, he was obviously high, he was hanging on a "string", it was crazy! Okay, okay, get over it please it was on saturday and today is already wednesday! Ehe. Sorry. Dah basi ek? erk.

Eyh wait, the story hasn't finished yet. I then hopped into your car and ha ha your friends were singing their own version of "kantoi" by zee avi, it was something like "so I called and called sampai you answer, you kata sorry sayang td tak dgr, my phone was on silent, I was at the concert, tapi latar blakang bla bla" haha. Then I checked my phone, oh I got 22 missed calls. Ehe :)

I need a good night's sleep to "Qada" my sleepless nights, for the sake of getting fcuking education, oh yeah all the testshits and presentashits and ASSignments, and yes that's the reasons why I couldn't be able to post this entry earlier, I'm a very busy woman, darlings. Oh I'm so fuckbhbsdgv hndbeq hwbdghwgoodnight zzzzzzzzz...

Post yang sgt random di hari khamis.

Hello world. Just for the record, I'm still alive and kickin'. I've been busy the whole week, busy as ever. Sem 6 is a nightmare. But sem 7 will be worse I guess. Teaching is indeed a serious business, baby. The kids' future is in my hand. *gulp* Oooh kay. But one thing for sure, I'm gonna rock on and them students will love me, Oh yeaahhh darling, U 'uh! Ehe. The issue is, I can never understand why teachers are only allowed to wear ONLY baju kurung to school. I mean, come on! What harm can it do? We are in 2009, like hello?? can you imagine a Kemahiran Hidup teacher teaches her students how to do all the "kerja tukang" in a baju kurung? Yes, I'm not gonna teach K.H, but what about my class activities that involve a lot of movement, i.e: role play, games, drama? Yes I know it is so nice to see a woman wearing Baju Kurung, she sure looks super ayu, sopan, pingitan or what-nots in the baju kurung, but try wearing it on a hot sunny day, ugh the torture, I tell you aa.. you cannot imagine ooo! There's no practicality at all, so how can we.. okay nvm, it's the system, I know. bla bla bla. I rest my case. Ugh!

I have so many assignments need to be done but yeah I have to know how to enjoy life as well, I won't be too hard on mydearself. But hey, Ramadhan is around the corner so I will minimize my Huhahuha activities (cheh apa yg kau hu ha kan sgt pon, g class-balik class-dok umah jer pon!) Ehe.

Anyway, I have to go to class now. Later.

Ugh, it is so random, I know! Oh crap.

Bye bye for now.

SURAT CINTA YANG GEEK.

Who says literature can't give a big impact on our lives? okay, read the story below and you'll know what literature can do to your life. Literature has made this particular student realizes what she should have realized long before but failed to do so. (pls note that some of the characters are made up, and this is not entirely a true story. This story has nothing to do with the writer, it is adapted from someone else's story.)

Dear Achilles,

I still remember the first time we met, it was 4 years ago. I was with M (who happen to be your friend) and oh baby I got my eyes on you oh yeah, and I said to M "awk, kwn awk tu cute la tapi selekeh nak mampos!" I still remember precisely the jeans that you wore that day and I love your serabai hair the most. You were such a snob you didn't even bother to say hi or sit with us you were just so annoying. I can still remember it today. Precisely.

4 years later, we met again by chance. After a few messages in friendster, and almost every night spent chatting at ym, we decided to meet up. It was in december, but the 'date' didn't go well. Then we met again for the 2nd time at exactly the same place with exactly the same gang I was with the previous date, my ex F and his friends. and again it sucked. The third time we met, we went hanging out with your two other friends (my ex M and your friend S) and again, it was a disaster. The ex F didn't approve our 'relationship' and went 'kecoh' the whole night. You had to go back to your hometown and I didn't have a place to stay. You called my ex M for suggestions and he told you to send me home but I refused to because it was already so late and I decided to stay at my girlfriend's house at Bangi. You sent me there (and I still owe you a full tank but unfortunately your babe's gone). That night, I fell in love for the first time with you. It was at the petrol station while you were busy checking your car and you winked at me and I was like 'OMG i think I'm in love!', You wore your blue topshop t-shirt and your favorite short. Then you dropped me off a few blocks away from my friend's apartment, gave me a peck on the cheek and drove off the road. I will remember every detail of that night forever, cuz baby, it was the night that I have fallen for you.

Months have passed by, we are still in love with each other. We are so head over heels in love, sun shines brighter, flowers smell nicer, the grass is greener, suddenly my world becomes so colourful and so meaningful. You are like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life. Despite all the differences, we compliment each other. You are too laid-back, I need to relax a bit and take things easy at times. You are so loud and kecoh, I am shy and quiet. You love playing video games, I like to cook for you (tho it may taste awful but I cook with love anyway). You love blue, I heart red. You love Rasik's kashmir naan, I like Rasik's nasi goreng. You love sneakers, I love Mars. You said sonnet 130 isn't realistic, I said it's beautiful. You adore Brad pitt, I adore Angelina Jolie. Troy is your favorite, mine is 300. But it's funny how we enjoy each other's company, we can spend the whole day doing nothing, we can talk about anything, we feel very comfortable together. I love you, the smell of your skin is addictive, your voice (though when you sing agak sengau sket) is what I want to hear everyday, it's like a music therapy when you sing "more than words". Your touch is magic it flushes my pain away. You are my own personal brand of Ecstasy, you are so addictive, I just can't imagine what my life will be w/o u.

A few days ago, we were still fiercely in love. I was still your sayang and you were still my top priority (you still are). What has happened to us? Where did it go? Where has the love gone? I love you still, I will always do. The exes and the past shouldn't get in the way! Lovers should not be invisible to one another, both parties have to make the effort to work things out, DO NOT IGNORE OR NEGLECT YOUR LOVER, appreciate him/her, and try to treat him/her right. Dear, I never want to say goodbye. How can I master the art of losing if I never want to lose you. This is not goodbye. We will make it, we can work things out, we can survive. Because our love is pure and sincere. It can't be altered, it doesn't vary when someone tries to lure us away from each other (I promise not to make your ex and your past a big deal anymore, and please promise me you won't ignore me, pls at least let me watch your victory-ceyh padhal x hebat pon maen game tu bising jer lebeyh). Our love should be strong, we should still have it even after the doomed, it shouldn't vary with time, even if the glow of youthfulness passes from us, it shouldn't vary because of time, it stays constant forever. And that's what our love supposed to be, sayang.

I know I've wronged you, I couldn't trust you, I let my emotional won over my rationality. But love, I've realized this during my shakespeare class. Sonnet 116 has changed me in some ways. I have to be more rational, because love is the marriage of true minds. Why minds not hearts? Because with strong minds, then only we can have strong hearts, and with true minds, the things that we do, our actions, will be sincere, from the heart. If I wasn't too emotional, if I use my rationality to at least try to understand your justification over your action, which involves your ex who still has not moved on and who is still trying to get back with you, things could have been different now. I know I over reacted, but sayang, she is your past, I am your present, so please I do not want it to be the other way around later. I love you so much. Is it too late to unravel our mistakes? Can we still have it? I love you, I really do. Please don't say goodbye. This is not goodbye.

Now I know I was wrong. Whatever shit happens, it shouldn't compromise our love. We are tested (the exes, the lack of attention, our differences, etc), we should face it rationally. Do not let emotional wins over our rationality. So thanks to shakespeare and my lecturer, who have given me a new insight. Sonnet 116 has given us a new hope, hopefully. Ceyh walaweyh.


Yours truly,
Briseis

Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.