susah ke nk ungkapkan kata2 tu lpas org tlg kite wat something?
kt tempat praktikal aku ade sorang pegawai yg slalu suh aku wat bykkk keje...
ade yg munasabah,ade gak yg agak kurang munasabah..
the story begin when he got a phone call from unit akaun and they told him to take a few documents at that place. so.,die pn suh la aku g ambik kt unit akaun yg 3,4 blok jauh nyer dr blok aku. da la unit aku ni kat tingkat 4, bulan puasa and i'm fasting, i'm a girl, i dont even know the way to the unit akaun, n most important is that it is not my job to get the documents..
2,3 org pegawai lain suh die tepon office boy di unit aku, sb diorang x nak susah kan aku..but he refused, die nk gak duh aku g..so aku pn pegi la..reluctantly,but i successfully went there and came back...
sampai je kt unit aku, aku bagi la dokumen tu kt die..die selamber nyer x ucap terima kasih kt aku..i'm not gagging for it, but it is nice to hear someone thanks to you after you have done something and it makes you feel that he appreciates your help...
nasib baek la ari ni puasa,,kena byk sabar,,so,aku sabar je la...nti kurang plak pahala puasa aku kan? hehehe...ok,da ade org suh wat keje..saje nk membebel kt sini sb kalo membebel kat pejabat nti ade org trase...hehehe..best gak ade blog ni kan? (*_^)
Monday, August 24, 2009
y...
nape la bosan sgt ari ni?...
da la download nur kasih x siap2,,pstu trus stop dh..kena la tgu donlot esk..
line internet yg slow cam cicak kena h1n1..hampeh tul rase...
patut ker aku bli bb? best gak ade bb,bleh main internet sampai lebam...
hurm....tp duit jpa nk simpan tuk smbg dgree thn depan sb xde orang nk support...
ni time rehat,tp xg rehat sb puasa..kawan2 ofis sume kuar..
ofis alone la ni..hehhe..
da la download nur kasih x siap2,,pstu trus stop dh..kena la tgu donlot esk..
line internet yg slow cam cicak kena h1n1..hampeh tul rase...
patut ker aku bli bb? best gak ade bb,bleh main internet sampai lebam...
hurm....tp duit jpa nk simpan tuk smbg dgree thn depan sb xde orang nk support...
ni time rehat,tp xg rehat sb puasa..kawan2 ofis sume kuar..
ofis alone la ni..hehhe..
Monday, August 10, 2009
“Assalamualaikum puan..”
Am I that old to be called ‘puan’?
I’m doing my practical training in JPN Kelantan which is Jabatan Pelajaran Negeri Kelantan. My office is in the same building with SK Padang Garong, so I will eventually meet with the student of the school everyday during the day. Every time I met them, they will say “Assalamualaikum cikgu” or “Assalamualaikum kak” and I feel really proud bout it, but today one of the students says “Assalamualaikum puan”.
Am I that old to be called that way?
Or did the practical training have made me aging and look matured?
Or am I look like I am already married?
Back when I was a little girl, I dream to be a teacher. But as time goes by, I start to realize that I’m interested in doing something else rather than be a teacher. Do you think that I’m suitable to be a teacher? Hahaha... Or am I able to teach well? Or can I really be a teacher?
Hahaha…but then it was kind of funny to be called ‘puan’ by someone.
I’m doing my practical training in JPN Kelantan which is Jabatan Pelajaran Negeri Kelantan. My office is in the same building with SK Padang Garong, so I will eventually meet with the student of the school everyday during the day. Every time I met them, they will say “Assalamualaikum cikgu” or “Assalamualaikum kak” and I feel really proud bout it, but today one of the students says “Assalamualaikum puan”.
Am I that old to be called that way?
Or did the practical training have made me aging and look matured?
Or am I look like I am already married?
Back when I was a little girl, I dream to be a teacher. But as time goes by, I start to realize that I’m interested in doing something else rather than be a teacher. Do you think that I’m suitable to be a teacher? Hahaha... Or am I able to teach well? Or can I really be a teacher?
Hahaha…but then it was kind of funny to be called ‘puan’ by someone.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
hate u...i realy do..
i kind of hate bus..all the things about the bus..
bus driver,,
bus smell,,
bus alarm,,
bus schedule,,
bus seats,,
huh....
every time i ride the bus on the way home from the office,,it's really sucks!! i do agree wif the goverment that we should use public transport,,but i really can't stand it..the bus is always late,sometimes i have to wait for over an hour for the bus n it's tiring..usually it will only take me about 15 minutes to get to my house from the office by car,but by bus it will take me about 2 hours,,
da la lambat datang,pastu kena marah lg ngan pakcik bas yg garang tu,,
die tensen kot sb bwk bas jalan jem,,tp die x spatut nyer marah kan customer yg xtau pe2 ni..
huhu..loceng bas plak kdg2 xde pn yg berfungsi..i have to shout for the pak cik to stop the bus,,hoho.. like tarzan rite?
i really hate it..haha...ape gelak2?
bus driver,,
bus smell,,
bus alarm,,
bus schedule,,
bus seats,,
huh....
every time i ride the bus on the way home from the office,,it's really sucks!! i do agree wif the goverment that we should use public transport,,but i really can't stand it..the bus is always late,sometimes i have to wait for over an hour for the bus n it's tiring..usually it will only take me about 15 minutes to get to my house from the office by car,but by bus it will take me about 2 hours,,
da la lambat datang,pastu kena marah lg ngan pakcik bas yg garang tu,,
die tensen kot sb bwk bas jalan jem,,tp die x spatut nyer marah kan customer yg xtau pe2 ni..
huhu..loceng bas plak kdg2 xde pn yg berfungsi..i have to shout for the pak cik to stop the bus,,hoho.. like tarzan rite?
i really hate it..haha...ape gelak2?
best nyer kalo ade owg dedicate dis song to me~~
Soundtrack: Notting Hill
Title: She - Elvis Costello
She
may be the face I can't forget
a trace of pleasure I regret
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay
she may be the song that Solomon sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
my be a hounded tearful things
within the measure of the day.
She
may be the beauty or the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day into heave or a hell
she may be the mirror of my dream
a smile reflected in a stream
she may not be what she may seem
inside as shell
she who always seems so happy 'n proud
who's eyes can be so private and so proud
no one's allowed to see them when they cry
she may be the love that can and hope to last
may come to me from shadows of the past
that I remember till day I die
She
may be the reason I survive
the why and where for I'm alive
the one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
me I'll take her laughter and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
for where she goes I got to be
the meaning of my life is
she, she, she
Title: She - Elvis Costello
She
may be the face I can't forget
a trace of pleasure I regret
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay
she may be the song that Solomon sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
my be a hounded tearful things
within the measure of the day.
She
may be the beauty or the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day into heave or a hell
she may be the mirror of my dream
a smile reflected in a stream
she may not be what she may seem
inside as shell
she who always seems so happy 'n proud
who's eyes can be so private and so proud
no one's allowed to see them when they cry
she may be the love that can and hope to last
may come to me from shadows of the past
that I remember till day I die
She
may be the reason I survive
the why and where for I'm alive
the one I'll care for through the rough and rainy years
me I'll take her laughter and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
for where she goes I got to be
the meaning of my life is
she, she, she
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