Perhaps dreaming big is not just for dreamers who always love to dream-even when they're not suppose to dream during class!(Which I always do!)."The Triumph" a story I just watched just now is one movie that are going into my list.Yup,full of inspiration,almost made me cried,and incredibly heartwarming. As Oprah said,Ron Clark is 1 truly phenomenal man.No doubt..The changes he brought to his students were like miracles.Even I wish I had a teacher like that.No,if I were to be a teacher,I want to be HIM..hehe..perasan la lu..Even mak wants his book..The Essential 55 in the elementary classroom..Maybe I'll buy it for her on her next birthday..tengok la dulu..
I fell in love with French the moment I chose to learn it..but I realized it a bit late..just after the delf A 1 exam..Albeit that lateness,I was proud that I could appreciate the language.It is such an elegant language.When I heard it flows;with the correct intonation,the right pronunciation,I would feel tempted,so tempted that I wish I was born as a French,or perhaps having french as my native language..LOL!French are known to be full of passion in their speech.Maybe that strengthen their respective language..but,I'm grateful enough to be born as a Malay and have Bahasa Melayu as my first language.The Malay language doesn't limit my tongue flexibility I guess.So,I can pronounce any language I'd wish to.I could sound like a French,a Spanish,a Portuguese,or any that I'd love to sound like.But of course,it needs practice,and practice..as they say,practice makes perfect!Have you seen French people speaking English?If not,go and hear what they are like..the accent's there..no offence okay!
So how can I choose french?It's like a blessing in disguise..
I was introduced to French in my secondary school.At first,it happened that I had no other choices, from 3 kinds of language;Mandarin seems okay,but the writing..gosh! can't tolerate them..takes more time than I've ever imagine to learn a foreign language.Arabic..the only language that I can't seem to understand its grammar-at that particular time..and it caused my PSRA's to drop too!Shame on me!
I heard myself murmured-"I'm totally done with it!" So only French which was left behind.It looked all Greek to me,and I was undeniably curious and nervous at the same time,I was not sure of my choice but then I can't choose either.It is said that curiosity kills the cat,I hope it won't kill me..ha-ha
So,I carry on with my lessons,and my,the French teacher was totally 'different'.She adored handsome, good looking guys,and unfortunately,(sorry guys!)guys with brains;with 100 and above IQ intelligent.It would be an added value if you are the creme de la creme of the students..certainly annoying at some point (she'd chewed me up-twice!),but overall its fun!Not to mention those silly tricks the students from other classes played on her for being that vain.This is one memory of mine that don't get flushed thoroughly through all this years..how meaningful can it be?Priceless..
Gone for the matriculation program,I didn 't have the opportunity to brush-up my french,time flew at a light speed there.Only now that I'm free enough to go through my favourites,and let alone I'm allowed to take other languages as part of my course.Crossed my fingers!Yay!
With this,I really dreamed of finishing the delf A2 until the delf C2..it's all about the money now.A phrase that keep rehearsing in my head now "Money is not everything" seem no more than a mumbo-jumbo..but if I add "but everything needs money" perhaps it would not sound soo mumbo-jumbo at all..Guess,to complete my A2 I need like RM200-300 plus just for the delf preparation class,exam fee about RM400,course fee is like RM 570..Seeing this amount of money makes me feeble..So,I'll learn as many as I could now..Maybe I'll do delf when I'm working..in a few years ahead.Wish me luck!If I ever laid my hands on that Diploma,part of my dreams will come true..and if God let me :)
Holiday means Tv and Tv means superb movies!! I watched an Australian history-'Mary Bryant',the girl from Botany Bay.. Mary Bryant is a convict who was sent to the Australian Penal Colony and one of the escapees who lived to tell their story;sailing through the sea route all the way to Kupang,Timor.The fledging colony can't seem to hold a good future to her children survival,fleeing from there was seen as the best way.Her husband,William Bryant and her children,Charlotte and Emmanuel with 7 other men planned their escape with care.They stole the governor's ship and sailed all the way north,from Sydney to Timor,a distance in 3,250 miles in just under ten weeks.This journey is utterly an eye-opener for me..They sailed in a small boat through the ocean..with a toddler and a baby!Imagine,they had insufficient access to food and water..a remark from Captain Watkin Tench proved their bravery in search for freedom;"I confess that I never looked at these people," he wrote, "without pity and astonishment. They had miscarried in a heroic struggle for liberty; after having combated every hardship, and conquered every difficulty ... I could not but reflect with admiration, at the strange combination of circumstances which had again brought us together, to baffle human foresight, and confound human speculation." This is one great history that every should watch.Lots of things that we have nowadays ar far more better than theirs..but of course,we're not prisoners in jail.I think even the prisoner locked behind the bars deserved to watch this,not to motivate them to escape,but more to an inspiration to themselves maybe.They deserve a 2nd chance..(But up to what they have done kot..)Lesson here:Don't get yourself into one of those penitentiary!Awful!
"A Little Princess" struck my heart when I first saw the title and to be able to devour the story moved me a lot..I wish I was as strong as Sara,possessed her vivid imagination and cheerful nature which keep up her spirits despite the hard times and neglect,the good she showed others reaps its own rewards gradually.I was glad that she ended up well..if not I will surely protest!and definitely feel sorry for her..it would also means I'll go through days of sleepless nights(totally disappointing ending)..Ah~I just couldn't shake the feeling of experiencing a 'happy ever after' ending for each story I read-can't help it!Fairy tale's a part of my dreamy nature.. Ha-Ha..reality is not that fair,for those who managed to live well,they ought to be grateful and cherish every seconds they have..As for Sara,she's sure a princess enough,for a girl of that age..her grace and charms just didn;t match..I adore that girl a lot!She's eccentric.. If only I could meet her once..it would be such a memorable time!Tribute to Frances Hodgson Burnett for a such heartwarming story.. THANK YOU for such a beautiful story..
I was born on the very same date when Albert Einstein was born, but unfortunately I'm not that intelligent enough to hatch-out any theory or formula like E = mc2.Well, he's gifted in a way, compared to me..I'm still pondering for mine;20 years of living, and all I manage to detect is my unstoppable appetite to eat. Here's what I always do:-
That's very thoughtful of me..I'm against anorexia nervosa, I 'm lending a hand here, so somehow it helps, right? LOL!I can't imagine how these people can survive solely by eating 5 carrots per day. I can't even live with that..Okay, enough with that, I was born in Penang and later spent about 4 years of disremembered period of childhood there.Spurred by her husband who was seeking for a better life in KL, my mum got transferred to a school in Taman Koperasi Polis, somewhere in Sentul I think. So, there I was..Kampung Padang Balang was the sacred place who witnessed my creativity developed in such a raging pace; it was where I first learned to catch a tadpole which at first I thought was a baby fish;
VS. Its where I experimented the life of Tarzan;the Disney character; sliding through trees, rolling down the sloped hill, having an exclusive mud-bath in this after-rain big puddle of mud, playing hide-and-seek and all those rapturous activities a small child of 6, or 7 years old would ever think of playing. It's also the place where I receive my very first love letter.
That was hilarious! My mum thought that I was in amour..haha! Then, I always throw a fit; its either I ended up writing this protesting letter to mum or being beaten with her special cane she kept on the huge wardrobe. Once, my uncle found that protest letter, he read it out loud. God knew how people in that cramped house laughed their heart out. How amused could they be with a 7 year old antic? These vivid memories kept me smiling each time I reminisced them.A day as child would never be the same as a day as an adult. I've missed that time since I realized that human will only grow older, and that time flies and doesn't wait for anybody during my 2oth birthday a months ago. Well, considering that I'm merely a teenager, but a very young adult now, who is about to step and face this harsh reality in a few years ahead-even now I've started to suffocate in it, I realized another thing, I'm not ready, yet! Going on with my odyssey, I then moved to Bukit Sentosa, Rawang when I was about 8.This place is definitely different from my old place. It was rigid, unfriendly, and even the atmosphere didn't look inviting at all. All I could see was rows of houses spreading from east to west, south to north. Plus, it seems empty too, as if we’re the only living things there That place was a newly developed housing area, mum told me, or so. The only thing that excited me was that I was go to a new school. Wonder what it'll be like. I started my standard 3 in this new school. My mum learned how to drive gradually and the new dawn of civilization in my dictionary of urban life begins..
Urban=I'm drivin' thru!!
School years all the while in my primary were hectic, lousy and unbearable, especially in my standard six. My mum is a math teacher, so perhaps everybody would assume that I’d do well. That’s a total no-no..I was strictly forbidden to watch the TV, no junk food, no fooling around time..hell, but my efforts were paid..I scored 5A’s in my UPSR and out of the blue I was announced as this ridiculous 'Tokoh' in academic for that year. A blue moon I suppose..it never occur for the second time..LOL! Thanks to mum’s dedication though; I’m nothing without her support. Persisting my study to a secondary school nearby, I was almost adapted to my new high school life when 2 months after that I was accepted to a boarding school. Lucky it was just a stone’s throw away..Cheras! Frankly speaking, I had never heard this school name before..Sekolah Menengah Sains Selangor. Being a second intake, put me off the track for a few months, I remembered a time when I cried to myself for not finishing my History notes until chapter 12..I can only made it until chapter 9..and its already 4 am..few hours before I went back there..It was Sunday and I’d never been that panicked before. The same thing when I was in form 3, we had to finished the whole notes during end-of-the-year holiday .In the new term, we won’t do notes, just study the notes and practice..man, that really burnt me out!! My math was worse than ever, and worst, I’m sitting for my PMR that year. It pissed me off to think that I couldn’t do my math right. Thank God, I scored well too..getting less than I should would definitely tore me down in a school like that. Students there are crazily clever and I dead slow..phew! Passed my second stage..1 more to go..SPM!!
My form 4 was not quite heaven but still I made one for myself. LOL! My math really sucks! Excuse my French..add math was never a favourite and modern math was in the same boat. Together they sailed and sunk into the sea of failures. Just D’s and E’s.. Mum kept on blabbering and nagging, not to mention those rising heaps of exercise books which were accumulating dust and narrowing the space in my locker. In form 5, things get more and more tense. No time to waste..my math sustained their position until I was provoked by this math teacher. She said something that I’ll never forgot. I managed to complete a few math exercise books in just a few weeks. Guess what?! My marks jumped from E to C..yay! A few weeks before my trial exam, I scored B for my add math and A for modern math. Served you right for not working hard from the very beginning girl..At last, my math teacher smiled and say nothing..yay again!Chose to kept silent,I guess. I don’t care..whatever it is school life taught me the basic thing; what does it means to work hard and succeed and it was all about being determined and disciplined enough to achieve your goals..It was til the cows come home..3 years passed and I learned new things in every steps I take in that period, school life is one of the best part in my life and the thought of leaving it was unbearable at first but it left sweet memories in me..
