strategy

In my lectures, sometimes I'd like to insert some values for my students. I'd give them advices about life, sometimes I´d share some of my experiences when I was studying, or maybe just give them words of wisdom. Reason being, I don't want to be just a lecturer who lectures (academically), but also a friend or maybe someone who at least said something that made them to be a better person.

Today in class, I divided them into groups of four. And their task was to calculate and plot deciles, percentiles and quartiles. The trick is, each group has at least one international student. And I made them discuss fully in English (biarpun berterabur) to be fair. It was fun looking at them. hehe.

So while they were doing their work, I told them about strategy.

'Before you start answering, you must have a strategy. So that you will save time answering and your answers are accurate. Do you know what is strategy?'

They kept quiet.

I asked the Nigerian guy, what is strategy in Nigerian language?
He said, 'it's strategy'

ok..

What is strategy in Eritrian language ?
One of the Eritrian guy answered with his hands in the air like he's about to do The Pavoratti. 'it's strategy'

ok..

they already started laughing.
And then I asked the Maldives guy, how about in your country?
'also strategy' with his heads shaking and a bit of hindustani accent..

ok...

Finally I asked the Sudanese guy, 'let me guess, strategy is strategy in Arabic right?'
'No, its strategyiah... '

Everyone laughed..
Aaaa.... okkkkk....

(Perhaps it would've been funnier if you were there...)

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saya memang insan lemah

I get tired easily now. Balik rumah jer dah flat. Maybe because of the workload. The waking up at 5 plus and sleeping at 11. and the 3 hour journey. The mental exhaustion. The travelling bit. The menjerit in class wearing heals for 4 - 6 hours a day. The marking of papers. The consultation. The counseling session.

Mama would always say, 'when I was working..and having 4 kids.. and travelling to work.. I could still ....... (fill in the blanks).'

I am not as strong as my mother. or any other working mothers juggling career and motherhood/ non working mothers taking care of kids out there.

I need not to justify myself.
I get tired easily.
Yes, I admit it.
I am a weak person.

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divine intervention

I brought back home some unsubscribed magazines that has been wrongly sent to my office for the past year. One headline caught my attention.

'Pa, what's divine intervention?'
My dad pointed up with his index finger.
'Ooooo.. tapi kenapa divine intervention?'

He explained that the world intervention came from the word intervene. And I immediately understood.

Yesterday, before reaching home about 730pm, I saw a guy on a motorcycle parked nearby my front door neighbour and he looked suspicious. Because where I live, people don't just hang out, my housing area is abit secluded. So a foreign person sitting there just looks weird. So I circled the whole area 3 times and called my mom informing her about the suspicious person. My mom then called our neighbour and i parked my car in front of her house as she waited by the gate and we casually acted like we borak2.. i left my lights open and pointed straight at him. i guess he felt uneasy and put on his helmet and just left. i called the police to inform them about it and they came to make rounds nearby our neighbourhood.

2 hours later, my brother called telling me that yesterday, same incident happened at the other neighbourhood to a lady who came back from work around my time. she went out from the car and he got mugged by a guy with a parang.

that news shook me up big time. alhamdulillah nothing happened to me. if that person had bad intentions, it was really Divine intervention that had saved me.
alhamdulillah...... really....

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WLP

There are times that things happen that is so unbelievable that you look up the sky and ask God, 'really?'

You have two choices, to sigh or to be grateful.

Alhamdulillah, Allah is testing me.
Alhamdulillah, Allah remembers me and wants me to remember Him.
Alhamdulillah, it could be worse.
For every tests there is a reward for patience.
A fellow Muslim would remind us.

Ramadhan for me has been amazing. And as we bid the Holy month goodbye and embrace Syawal, there's a mixed feeling of sadness and joy. For me personally, the feeling was so deep that it's hard to reach. No words can describe how I feel, no cameras to capture the moment, no electronic device can reach the level of frequency of everything that I wish I could share.

I pray to Allah that He gives me wisdom, love and patience (WLP).. for everything has it's time..

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fall out boy meets fall down girl

1130 - 1230 is usually the time that he would msg me. Having to be in a long distance relationship for almost 4 years, we know almost all the ways to get to each other. cheap calls, faster connection, which is a better IM during what time. Ask us anything, been there, done that. and still doing it. However, technology and time are just too jealous of us. Time would pass by quickly when we want it to be still, and would move slowly when I wished that I could put my fingers on the needle of the BIG GIANT CLOCK OF THE WORLD so that time would move quickly. The effing technology would be effed up at the exact only time I have with my better half. I would take a deep breath and let go of a big sigh of these two important and significant elements in my life.

4 years. Seems like it was just yesterday that I saw him again after 7 years at San Francisco Coffee at 230 pm. I still remember what he wore. A dark blue shirt and blue jeans with his sun glasses. His first words were, 'Tolong pegangkan jap' after I said, 'Hi'. He had asked me to hold his sunglasses. I would play the reruns of the images and my lips would curve to a smile. I was just like a teenage young girl perhaps college-look-a-like. Wore a black and white scarf, a black SODA blouse and a brown quadroay (spelling) jeans that my dad would ask me to change if he sees me wearing it cause it was just a bit too tight for a young lady to be wearing in the streets of Bukit Bintang. I put on a red sling bag with a red flower pinned to it with my awfully spottable red hush puppies sneakers. Dressed totally wrong to meet the right one.

I could go on talking and repeating many many times on how September was 4 years ago and how it has been September all along.. the long phone conversations, the talks, the din beramboi fish pond jokes that would leave me laughing for a solid 3 minutes, the coffee freak, the bowling alley, the movies, the smell of his cologne, the smell of my perfume when I am with him, the almost- every- TB of memory in my memory card is still fresh in my mind like a freshly baked macaroni and cheese with the aroma.

It's crazy how I can still smell his Persil detergent on my Levi's jeans till now. It's the sentimental memories that keeps me closer to him.. :)

Today I said I am just like fall out boy (one of his favourite bands.. mine too) cause I fall a lot.. he said no laa.. you're a fall down girl. Just like that, I felt like I was transported right next to him and looking straight into his hazel eyes, poking his hip like I always do when he teases me..

Many times I would just gaze and get locked into his eyes, wishing time would stay still. I captured that moment. And that image, that eyes of his that had mesmerized and hypnotized me, I will replay it when I close my eyes..

Thanks for a wonderful 4 years my bb. I am a blogger and a writer, but I just can't find the words that can describe how much I wish I could be next to you..

Be patient, you would say..
Be patient is what i will do..

11092005, Botanical Garden, Putrajaya.

I love you.. Happy Anniversary.. :)

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black-eye Ps

Im starring in a new drama. The main character would be me. and the storyline is interesting because there are 3 plots, my work, my personal life and my life with Ikhwan.

At work would be me handling kids at school (university) with various acts. Sometimes I would feel like Michelle Pfieffer (spelling) in Dangerous Minds. Or Coach Carter in Coach Carter. Personal life would be things that I consider time for myself and for my family and friends.. and last but never the least, a huge part of my life would be life with Ikhwan. Though we are physically apart, but we make time for each other.

So this week's episode of my life would be what happened to me starting Wednesday night. See, I gave my students a proving problem (which I LOVE to do but students dont). The question was simple :

If X follows a normal distribution, using the moment generative function, prove that the sample mean of X follows the sampling distribution of the mean. Easy right ?

Wrong. I just tried to solve it and got stuck at the McLaurin series (which I dread to do soo much). I started to regret giving them the problem.

However, remember the genius prodigy ? He managed to solve it by giving me four pieces of the solution. Complete with all the McLaurin series, differentiation, and i saw he used limits too. Yes, the mathematical approach.

When actually, the solution only took about 8 lines.

So on Wednesday night, I brought back all my statistical inference text books and studied really hard for the Thursday class. I have full 6 hours straight of statistics class on Thursday. A challenge to my patience and physical ability especially in Ramadhan. To top it off, it was my turn to drive. Plus, I was staying up for the 830 class.

1130 pm, I was online with Ikhwan (yes the other part of my life that I mentioned). We chatted for abit and he asked me to sleep. 'Ok' I said. Yes, I intended to sleep. But my hands were doing the cha-cha dance on the A4 papers and my mind were intrigued by the fact that I was gonna teach them Order Statistics. A part in Sampling Distribution that most people hated most (me too, once) but I mastered it beautifully. Each and every formula, steps, integration, distribution and range were nicely solved. And I realized it was 1am. Gasps! Oh no.!

So I woke up at 5 for sahur. And couldnt sleep much later on. By 7am, I was already late. I turned up my engine and decided to go to the loo before my long journey. I wore purple that day. Purple hijab, black blouse and my new purple Espirit sweater I bought at Metzingen. It is my current favourite color now.

Suddenly, it all happened so fast. I slipped. My head hit the wall, my knee hit the John and my legs hit the opposite of the other wall (small toilet). And just like that, I was once again lying on the floor of my bathroom. My mom heard me said, 'Adoiiiii' and she knocked on the toilet door and asked if I was ok. I just kept quiet as my head was spinning like a record. For a solid 1 minute. I just laid there. And thought, 'Really? Again? This is happening to me.. again? Really?'

I managed to get up and thought I could still make it to work. I imagined the prodigy, the students faces, getting ready for class. I just couldn't let them down. But I also saw in the mirror. There was a big bruise on my forehead that looked like a pingpong ball. And I was not a nice view.

2 minutes later, I was on my bed and my mom gave me a cold compressor. 1 hour later, I woke up from sleep and realized my whole body was aching. I saw my back, and they were black-blue. And it's still there. I woke up and tried walking. Thankfully, I could walk. Just not properly.

Doctor said my blood pressure is low. And I should see him if I vomit as it could be internal injury. As for now, I am just lying on my bed at home, with a black eye (the blood clog has come down as the doctor said it would), reading and enjoying my latest book collection, The Kite Runner, and at times, facebooked abit for some quizzes.

Some drama. Hmm, 3rd time I fell in the toilet this year. 6th time I fell in two years. It's not them, it's me.

There must be some good out of this. There must. I believe it.

** Bb, I'm sorry I didn't sleep when u asked me to.. :( the math was taking over me... thanks for the love and prayers.. hugss bb **

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you can't have it all... or can you ?

Aller Anfang ish schwer. Everything's hard at first.

I am actively learning German with discipline and consistency. I am more focused now since I have a certain target and goals to achieve. It's like not aiming only at the tiang gol, but exactly at the tayar bersangkut pada tiang gol tu, like Beckham does his football training. And to me, those goals are abit personal. Yeah yeah, i like to share. but not in detail. i don't want just anybody to know what's exactly happening to my life. i update this blog cause i like writing and i know people would be like hey wats up ye dgn djdorrr? jom baca blog dia kejap. then if i bagi sikit, there would be a reason to call / contact me if anyone of my friends would like to know the details ;) smart rite ? smart i am yes.

Ikhwan n I have been online a lot since this whole week. Like I mentioned above, everything is hard at first. that's why we keep ourselves busy so that time would pass by quickly.. so that when i go to work, i would look forward for lunch time.. and when i'm about to sleep, i would study my German before staring at my phone waiting for his call immediately he comes out of office. and i know that he plays rock band a lot so that when i am there again, he will be an expert at his guitar.. and drums! (cabaran ni b hehe). of course the singing job is left for me. hehe.

I have been receiving numerous comments on facebook regarding my wedding and my trip. Thanks people :) Yes, I am lucky n thankful that I got the opportunity to spend a month with my husband in a foreign land, an experience that I will never forget. Wenn einer eine Reise macht, so kann er 'was erza:hlen.

Ikhwan has been great. He has be patient with me by asking me to be patient... the wedding, the trip.. the everything.. for everything has its time.. and the time has always been perfect.. cause God made it that way.. and again he never fails to tell me to be patient.. again.. and everytime that he does, i will be.. because somehow i know that with patience, the wait is gonna be worth it.. just like how i've been patient all this while..

Alhamdulillah I have a great guy as my husband. I have my reasons why I say that. He's my husband, my soulmate, my bestfriend, my time keeper, he makes me happy, he is everything that i could ever wish for and more.. only that he is 11,000 kms away.. and i cant have him next to me anytime i want to..

but in one of our talks, i realized that this is how it was meant to be for us. this is his sacrifice for a better future. yes, it's hard for me. but it's harder for him. and for that, i realized that i need to be strong for him. i need to give him all the support that he needs. and that is what i will do from now on.. :) i am getting stronger everyday and learning to accept the fact that its only temporary.. and that we will be united again soon insha allah :)

There are reasons why we got hitched when we got hitched. don't question; why now? why here n there? why this n why that?.... we know why. that's all that matters. Though I cant have him next to me. But he is always in my heart, in my mind. and i know that i am too in his heart and in his mind. Everything that I do, he is with me. and i can hear his jokes in my mind and laugh alone when i think of it.. (ikhwan is actually very funny)..

I am not complaining. I am accepting the fact and looking forward for the future.. cause for now, that is what we are holding on to.. the future.. perhaps one day, we can have it all..

God willing

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my life starting now

Dora's back people :) I am blogging from Ikhwan's house in Mannheim, Germany.

Yes, alhamdulillah we are now married after 3 and a half years of long-distant relationship.

Thanks to the Al-mighty Allah, my husband, Ikhwan lafaz his akad with one lafaz at 1104am on 13th June 2009. And after that, it rained for abit at Masjid Ar-Rahman, Kg Tunku. Hujan rahmat :)

The walimah too was a success thanks to my family, especially Mama & Papa and of course my wedding planner, KakWar who did a superb job! May Allah bless my family and everyone who helped..

So this is marriage life. Sharing, caring, loving and everything. The past is the past and the present is where we are. And for me, personally, I want to focus on the present and plan for the future, insha Allah.

I think that is enough for now.. The flight was a bit bumpy and I slipped and fell right before boarding the plane (yes, that's me, clumsy dora hehehe). I think I'm gonna rest forabit more. We're gonna go grocery shopping later to stock up food for us to cook.

I'm thinking that I will write less and post more pictures.. since pictures can tell you a thousand words :)

Yes, you can be sure there will be loadsssssssssss of pictures :) Salam

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as promised..

As promised, here are some of the pictures of the International Students' Society Cultural Night held on 10th April 2009 at UNISEL Bestari Jaya.

It was fascinating and definitely a night to remember.. I enjoyed myself a whole lot and it really felt like being in a middle eastern country..

Having a Blast

This is what happens when two Yemen guys meet at Cultural Night

This is a Somalian Flag and some Somalian students

A really cute Sudanese Dance with a very funky song

Mathematicians and Statisticians with three Sudanese

me and my student Ayman. He is wearing a Jalabya and on his head is called Imama.. I am holding a sword used to kill people in wars. Hayul Al Jihad! Allahuakbar!

A candid picture of me wearing a Sudanese hat

me blending in with my beloved students

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hari ini dan esok

Hari ini merupakan hari Khamis (duh~). Hari yang paling dinanti - nantikan terutamanya jam 4 petang di mana kelas akan berakhir untuk minggu itu. Hari ini pada awalnya bukanlah seperti hari hari biasa. Kerana hari ini House telah secara tiba - tiba mendecide untuk mengadakan mesyuarat so-called-tergempar seawal jam 9 pagi. Lazimnya, mesyuarat akan didrag sehingga ke beberapa jam diikuti dengan minum teh dan makanan separa ringan seperti karipap, mihun dan popia goreng. Tetapi hari mesyuarat agak straight to the point dan berakhir jam 1030 dan tiada makan atau minum.

Pada kelas 1030, aku dengan lemah longlainya melangkah ke kelas. Kumpulan kelas ini banyak menguji kesabaran aku. Pernah aku menegur seorang pelajar untuk membuka capnya. Lantas dia menjawab "habis tu, yang perempuan semua ni pakai tudung, suruh la diorg bukak tudung jugak". Di dalam hati aku membakar ketika itu dan ingin mengeluarkan kata - kata yang mungkin menjejaskan karier aku dengan berperasaan untuk membaling marker pen tepat pada dahinya untuk dia sedar betapa kurang ajarnya statement itu. Tapi aku hanya beristighfar dan merenungnya tajam sehinggakan dia tidak senang duduk. Aku memulangkan semula kertas Test 1, Test 2 dan Quiz 2 serta membincang skema jawapan. Jelas sekali mereka ini belum mengulangkaji walaupun Finals akan bermula minggu depan.

Langsai kelas, aku menghadap makanan yang disediakan oleh Mama sambil bergossip panas bersama Meg dan Chik. Lain sungguh hari ini kerana selalunya aku keseorangan. Setelah menunaikan solat Zohor dalam keadaan duduk (kerana sukar untuk sujud atas sebab - sebab kesihatan), aku bergegas ke kelas jam 2.00 petang. Hari ini adalah hari official aku menyelesaikan semua silibus untuk kesemua kelas. Lega rasanya. Tanggungjawab sudah dilaksanakan. Namun pada akhir kelas aku telah didampingi seorang pelajar berbangsa Cina, Adam Wong (bukan nama sebenar) yang pernah aku menyuruh dia berjumpa denganku atas sebab markah Test yang sangat rendah.

Adam : Maaf miss, bila yang miss free?
Saya : Esok the whole day saya free, u datang jumpa I esok.
Adam : Oo ok.. esok lepas prayers ke saya jumpa..
Saya : Lepas prayers ? U pergi sembahyang jumaat ke? (confuse sbb nama dia Wong)
Adam : Ye miss.
Saya : Oh? You're a Muslim ?
Adam : (senyum) Yes miss.
Saya : Ooo ok ok.. :)

Tidak dapat kugambarkan perasaan ini. Sungguh gembira rasanya. Alhamdulillah Adam Wong (bukan nama sebenar) diberi hidayah untuk memeluk agama Islam. Namun, dia pernah menceritakan dia menghadapi masalah keluarga yang adakalanya memberi kesan pada pembelajarannya. Aku hanya berdoa agar jalan untuk Adam Wong dibuka luas untuk dia berjaya dan segala usahanya diberkati, insyaAllah.

Selepas kelas berakhir, aku melepaskan nafas panjang kelegaan. Di bilik pula, aku cuba menyiapkan beberapa paperwork sehinggalah 2 pelajar antarabangsa datang menjenguk Ms.D. Mereka sudah biasa dengan budaya Melayu dan membuka kasut sebelum memasuki bilikku. Dengan senyum sipu2, salah seorangnya memberikan aku kad jemputan ke International Cultural Night yang akan berlangsung esok. Melihat pada kesungguhan dan kepersisan mereka mengajak aku beberapa kali sejak sebulan yang lalu, tidak sampai hati untuk menolak undangan itu.

Ms.D : InsyaAllah I will come. Is there a dress code?
Student 1 : You can wear anything.
Ms.D : Ok, can I wear jeans ?
Student 2 : No no.. cannot.. (bercakap Arab dengan student 1)
Student 1 : (menjawab dalam Bahasa Arab, bunyi mcm gaduh sedikit)
Ms.D : (looking left and right) So.. ?
Student 1 : You have to wear like this (jarinya menunjukkan pada baju kurungku). You look cantik wearing this. You have to wear like this.
Ms.D : (blushing tapi cover) Thank you. Ok ok I will try. InsyaAllah.

Dan esok malam, jam 830, aku akan menghadiri International Cultural Night di UNISEL Batang Berjuntai. Jemputlah datang, seriously. Pasti menarik :) Gambar akan dipaste di post seterusnya. Tunggu ya :)

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my friday night : my friday morning story

Being at home and not being able to do anything except for walking a little and disturbing my other friends at work by SMSing them using my 800 free SMSes from my 2nd line, Hotlink, sometimes can be quite a bore. Just for this time, I cannot do my funky dance everytime I get an MC from a doctor. Reason : I just can't move. Reason : I fell down dalam keadaan tidak sedar. Result : A very bad backache.

The last few days has been terrible for me and I guess it was really some sort of dugaan kot. Imagine you lying down on the bed and your handphone rings and you can't reach it even though it's like 10 cm away. Imagine not being able to take a loo without having to call someone (my mother is the best) to carry you to the toilet. Imagine not being able to go to work when you are mentally and emotionally healthy but physically unhealthy. Imagine not being able to drive your car or reaching for the remote control. All you're able to do is just lay down and listen to MP3? Nak baca buku pun lenguh tangan lame lame.. Well, that was what I experienced for the past few days.

Sememangnya setiap orang itu diduga dengan macam - macam ujian. But after all that has happened, I believe Allah is protecting me. Everything happened for a reason. And this happened was for a reason. A reason that only myself will know one day. Thanks to everyone who had prayed for me, my beloved family members, my super cool friends, my wonderful students and mind blowing fellow bloggers..

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my support for earth day

I took 'time off' from the office today to settle some errands. when i reached home, it was pouring rain. my plans for the weekend are going to KL (chow kit area) to get some stuff. yup, i will bring my SLR along and will post some pics too :)

It has been a fast moving March (marching March). Sedar - sedar je dah end of the month. The semester it almost ending now. How do I feel ? I feel happy and satisfied. I feel that I have improved my teaching skills alot this semester, alhamdulillah. And hopefully, I'll keep the momentum going till forever :)

It's Friday night. And no, I do not have any plans of going out for drinks at mamak tonite for some reason I cannot explain.

Next week it'll be April. And I will turn (cough) 18 on 6th May 2009. I think I wanna throw myself a birthday bash this year.. hehehe.. or perhaps.. someone might plan a birthday bash surprise FOR me... wouldn't it be superbly cool hehe!

Btw, don't forget to switch off your lights from 830 - 930 tomorrow for the Earth Day!

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hati ini ingin berbicara

tapi pada siapa ya ?

siapa yang mungkin bisa membaca apa yang termaktub di dada ini, yang bisa mentafsir coretan di minda ini, yang bisa memahami gerak geri ini ?

penjelasan demi penjelasan aku cuba dapati untuk memujuk hati ini, meyakinkan pada diri ini bahawasanya apa yang aku alami ini hanyalah salah satu episod di dalam drama yang dimainkan di layar perak kehidupan. dan akulah watak utamanya. akulah narratornya. dan walau sebaik mana diri ini melakonkan gerak geri yang dirancang oleh minda ini, namun, pasti ada yang dapat merasai, ianya sekadar lakonan semata.

tidak. aku tidak melakonkannya. aku hanya cuba yang terbaik. aku jujur. aku ikhlas. aku..... aku hanya manusia kerdil di muka bumi ini... sememangnya, aku mengaku..........

aku sangatlah mengantuk dan penat ketika mengajar dua pelajar yang lemah tadi. walaupun telah membancuh dua cawan kopi seawal jam 1030 pagi untuk menahan mata dari terlelap. mereka hanya menghidu aroma nescafe seperti iklan Hans Isaac. sehinggakan jiran di bilik sebelah bisa menghidunya. Maaf.

aku kasihan. mereka sungguh ingin belajar.

selain itu..... aku.... sedang sabar menanti.......

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my new old friend

As I was blogging the previous post, I received a YM msg from an old friend, my classmate in Taiping, Emi. An Ipoh-mali girl who had that gangster-kinda vibe when she walks around. That was Emi back then. It's been years since I met her. Last was sometime during our varsity years. She is now in Aberbeen Scotland doing her phD :) [you rock girl!]

It's funny that a few days ago, I actually thought about her as I was driving at the UiTM roundabout after work. And of all the days, she msged me today.

DJ : aku baru terigt kat ko
DJ : 2 - 3 hari lepas
DJ : masa aku tgh drive kat roundabout uitm
DJ : serius aku x tipu
EMI : waaaa
EMI : hahahahahhaha
EMI : seyes
EMI : coolll
DJ : ko tau tak apa yg aku igt
DJ : ?
EMI : oh dear
EMI : fond memories ke
EMI : not so fond
DJ : hehehe
EMI : hahahahahha
EMI : apa yang ko ingat
DJ : tp ko jgn terasa lak aku ckp ni
DJ : aku terigt
EMI : alamakkk
DJ : ko ada pinjam buku novel aku
EMI : aku merajukk ker
DJ : mase kat ukm
EMI : hahahhahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
EMI : haaaaaaaaaaaaa
EMI : aku dah tak tahu kat mana
DJ : hahahaha (gelak berterabur)
DJ : tu la
DJ : hehehehehe
EMI : aiseyyy
DJ : serius aku x kisah beb
EMI : aku kene mintak ko halalkan ni
DJ : aku just terigt jer
DJ : hehehe
EMI : hahahahahhaha
DJ : aku dah lame halalkan
DJ : hehehe
EMI : lawak jer jay ni
DJ : aku terigt jer
DJ : hehehe jgn marah ek
DJ : xtau apesal
DJ : agaknya Allah dh bg sign
DJ : ckp ko akan msg aku hari jumaat
DJ : ahahahah

The 8 minutes short conversation with her got me thinking about stuff. Stuff that I used to dreamed about but was put aside for awhile. I guess Allah has something else planned for me. Somehow, I hope, I have that chance.. just to dream again...

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my new label

The faculty meeting was ok today. Not so 'hangat' and not so 'cold'. Just normal. I guess we've adapted with the new management now. Friday went by just like that. Since I always blog on what I do on Friday nights, I have decided to create a new label for it. Guess what it's called.............................. you got it, friday nights.

I wish time would move faster.

“Between the wish and the thing life lies waiting.”

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