For a friend...

A Time To Talk
by Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don't stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven't hoed,

And shout from where I am, What is it?

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.

Serial A...

This blog entry is in honour of Emmy (as in the Emmy awards) my colleague and also uni mate. As I have described J before, I shall now proceed to describe Emmy (it's only fair as I might be accused of being biased). Is her blog entry just to offset J's entry? At first yes but then I realized how integral she was to my sanity during uni time. Before I get to that, let me first describe Emmy. She's petite (not positive thing for me), fair (extremely - her thighs usually blind me - before you think lesbian - she wears skirts so I can see them - sigh - everything needs clarification) and cute (she wears glasses, purple butterfly - kinda nerdy - but it works for her - sexy smart). She is extremely smart (effortlessly and annoyingly so) and yet willing to share information thus humble in demeanor. What does all this have to do with my sanity (which by the way I probably drove her nuts with my constant rambling through out the 15 minute drive)?

Studying and working at the same time is a crazy (to me). It did not help that I was never the studious type. I constantly procrastinate (until today) and other negative stuff that a student should not do (I constantly remind my students). But going to uni with Emmy kept it all together. During registration, I looked at her and she looked at me and we both said "Eh...you're doing your masters?" (or something along that line) so thus the start of a wonderful friendship. After class we'd usually go to Murni with Shirley and enjoy 'loh see something' (I obviously have no idea how to spell that - mee tikus and Shirley forever tom yam). It was mentally and physically exhausting but worth the effort. Well Emmy, I enjoyed your company and may the friendship continues. Lots of hugs and smiles.

Description of a serial grinner...

This is a description of a serial grinner. This person does not realize (or pretends not to realize) the impact that his grin has on others. Let's call him J. First let me describe J's physical self. He's bloody tall (6'3" so that's one mark against him as I am completely envious of tall people), dark and unfortunately handsome (not necessarily a compliment). Next, I shall move on to his character. He is a religious Christian (talk to him no more than 2 minutes will give a clear picture) and nerdy which relates back to the physical description as he wears glasses. He's also nerdy in character (not necessarily a negative statement). He spouts information that is usually deemed useless for everyday life (J will obviously disagree with this statement). He teaches biology (see the subject matter - nerd). He keeps two separate blogs (one blog only a selected few can view - I am not included in the selected few - the other blog is a bio blog - NERD). Why would I put him in my blog entry? I shall answer this as clearly as I can...he is an entertainment source for me. How so? Well in the education industry, there are not many male species (the existing ones are usually married or gay - no joke). So when J entered, he became the center of attention. He was constantly mobbed by women (married or single - myself and a few friends are not part of this group). So what do I mean by being mobbed? Well they vie for his attention by smiling, flirting, giggling, hair flicking and so on. But I guess it's a good thing that he's not the 'buaya' type coz that would have made him annoying. Instead he keeps his cool and try to be as neutral as he can (which is difficult to do with the constant teasing). But that doesn't make him less entertaining. So thank you J, for making life slightly more interesting that the usual boring stuff here.

For my darling students (especially Nicky boy and Ali - who I know will be reading this), don't take this entry and twists it to your own weird understanding. Read it as it is!

Feeling blue...

Proud of my Broken Heart

by Emily Dickinson

Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel till thee.
Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't shake it.
Not to partake thy passion, -my humility

Grammar

Qualification: B. Ed. TESL, M. ESL (currently pursuing)
Occupation: English Teacher

So technically, I am not to make any mistakes in my usage of the English language. Now...is this true? No. Why? Well for one thing I am human. Humans make mistakes. But rest assured that I don't make atrocious mistakes that shame the people in my field of occupation. Careless? Yeah...even though I always tell my students to double check all their written work. I have one particular student who picks up these mistakes that I have done (twice to be exact). I do wish to extend my gratitude (I swear this is from my heart - not sarcasm) to Nicky boy for doing so as it keeps me on my toes so that I can strive to be the best that I can in my role as an educator.

"ein Herz und eine Seele sein"

Disaster area...

I am quite the messy person in terms on organizing my work area...I distinctively remembered the Japanese method that Azad used to arranged his table...boring to me but I guess it works for some people...But the thing is, I can find all the necessary items on my table provided that nobody has touched anything...major rule...we are working towards a paperless society but in this case I don't think it's possible...huahahaha...

Cool website

My 'cool' nerd colleague showed me this really cool website. Go check it out even if you are not a science person. It is unbelievable...interactive. I urge you to go check it out. http://health.discovery.com/tools/blausen/blausen.html

Mom - Part 2

I haven't blogged in a long time...been busy...but I guess now is a good time to do a part 2 of mom. Time passes by quickly and the cliche saying that 'time heals' is really true. This 27th July 2006 would be the 1st anniversary of my mother's passing. Can it really be one year? When I look back into my memory box, I only remember the good things without the grief and sorrow...slightly whimsical but no longer the profound sorrow that I use to feel. Do I miss her? Hell yeah...I'll always miss her, I can still even smell her. Weird but true. My father is in the process of finding a new wife with the children's blessing. My late mother was a person with wisdom. Before she passed on, she reminded myself and my brothers that once she is gone her part in my dad's life will be over. So when my father wants to start a new chapter, we are not to create problems or protest. I also give credit to my father for always be upfront and not keep secrets from us. So we are pretty open about his 'project'. All that we ask for is that she be a woman with good religious background, be able to take care of my father well and accepts us as her own. We on our part will try our best to embrace her into our fold. Does it feel weird that when I hold a conversation with my father and he talks about another woman? Yeah it is. But it is also inevitable. What will happen? Only God knows and only He will bless us thus only our prayers can help.