tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83927484848413013132024-03-20T13:52:02.429-07:00ini blog fio kab yang punyaFio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-56965498705222013152015-08-30T02:06:00.000-07:002015-08-30T03:12:21.656-07:00After BersihToday Malaysians are entering the second day of BERSIH 4 Rally. The whole day yesterday I scrolled through the newsfeed on every social network there is. I was busy doing revision with my kids since today they are sitting for their fourth progressive exams. I could only wait for updates from friends who have decided to be part of this huge, historic rally.<br />
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I was wondering throughout the day. Will there be another Bersih Rally next year? We have had four series by far.<br />
I was wondering how Najib would react to this year's rally? Whether Rosmah could at least shut her eyes all night? The rest of the Razak clan?<br />
I could not sleep last night as I was busy browsing through the pictures of the rally going-ons via Facebook and Instagram.<br />
I must say, I was very impressed this time,<br />
I read the comments posted by netizens, locals and foreigners alike.<br />
Positive and negative feedbacks, some were even unsure of their own stances.<br />
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Yes, a bad leader should discontinue his/her reign. Every nation in this world deserves someone who is able to protect and provide for the people.<br />
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Nevertheless, I could not help myself asking these questions:<br />
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What's next after this rally? Will the people be able to topple the culprit from his throne in unison?<br />
The future, will it be brighter? Or will it be bleaker?<br />
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Even after cleaning up the mess, will they be able to keep up with maintaining the spic and span state?<br />
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The world is watching.<br />
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-20026512658821792782015-08-29T01:10:00.004-07:002015-08-29T01:31:48.183-07:00Single vs Non-Single<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Just for a catch-up kind of convo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">We were just updating each others’ stories until at one point he asked me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not healthy to stay single for a long time, you know?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I got a bit worked up when he said that. Just as I was about to shoot him back, he sent another message:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t be like me. Stuck.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That immediately put a huge question exclamation slash question mark above my head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I let him take the wheel that moment. He shared about him having trouble with his girlfriend. Telling me that he can’t stand his other half being “kiasu”, not letting him win at least once.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But I thought that’s normal for any couple, right?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s just that I think she’s being too much. My ex-was like that too. I don’t know why most of the women that I got hooked up with are basically the same! Girls are all the same, you know!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Errrr...bro, do not forget. I AM A GIRL too! Question from me; why don’t you guys take a break in between. Give yourself some space to figure things out. And why do you keep ending up with the same type of women?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And he summed up, he’s always UNLUCKY.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hey. If you think you’re the only one being the unfortunate one in this world, think again. Think of the rest billions of people out there. Everyone goes thru crappy moments in life. Even a jovial kid can be pretty grumpy when his ice-cream falls out of the cone! Blaming on your relationship won’t work much, bro.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But I have done so much for her! She’s still not happy. I have threatened to leave her if she continues behaving that way towards me! But she said she can’t stay without me."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You. Got. A. Problem.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What’s that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You are giving in. Too much. Let her taste her own medicine once in a while lah!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t have the heart la sis...”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You think that’s HEALTHY for you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I am unlucky. Very unlucky.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So, do you still want to be the UNLUCKY one? Like forever?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of course, NO!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Tell you what. Let’s not make simple things more complicated, alright? You may blurt NONSENSE right to my face. But I don’t care! I used to think I am unlucky too. But those who’ve stayed with me through thick and thin, they put their faith in me, telling me I’m a fighter and I’m a strong person (flatter myself a little, c’mon lah). Knowing that I am strong, I got to find ways to at least make me appreciate a little goodness left in me. I am sure you can do it too, bro.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Bro, there’s no specific manual, bro. I know there are self-help books and websites out there, but not 100 percent accurate or applicable to every person’s needs! It depends on yourself to discover what you need. People can be cheerleaders for you but you are your own engine. Like cancer cell, we all have that one thing called willpower, but I try not to make it so “pakar motivasi punya janji” lah OK. That power you have in you, you decide yourself whether to activate it or not!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Eshh...Malas lah!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“See what I mean?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You said MALAS. You decide it bro.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sis. A guy can easily nuts over you!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“OK la tu. He goes nuts kah, bananas kah, durians kah, I don’t really care. As long as he does not make my life a living hell.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hope you’ll find the right one soon sis. We aren’t getting any younger now.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Bro, there’s an Arabic saying. Kun fayakun. It will happen when it will. I just let things fall into places on their own timing. Don’t worry about me. There’s so much things more than just getting a life partner, bro. I may end single all my life but I tend to worry less. The journey ahead is still a mystery. Speaking of getting older, we are not Benjamin Button. But it does not mean we need to kill the inner child we’ve had all these years. That little kid inside is the reason to make a person feels happy and alive despite the age changes.”</span></div>
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-57478368284992619692015-07-11T20:04:00.001-07:002015-07-11T20:04:34.533-07:00At the crossroad...AGAIN!It's been 3 years since I got home for good. Recalling the time I returned to Miri, I was pretty much a mess myself.<br />
Yes, three years have passed. How time flies.<br />
And so many things happened within that three years.<br />
I must consider myself as a lucky person too, to be honest.<br />
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Nevertheless, I do feel that I am standing at that particular crossroad.<br />
Like I used to many moons ago.<br />
I have a permanent job and I get to do things I love most, sketching.<br />
I am thankful many people have seen my works and glad most of them fancy them.<br />
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Again, I do feel I am standing at that crossroad.<br />
Should I make another leap of faith?<br />
Should I opt another roller-coaster ride?<br />
Should I embark another adventure?<br />
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Frankly speaking, I m beginning to feel bored with the life I have now. And this is dangerous.<br />
Very dangerous because it can hurt me and those around me.<br />
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I am unsure which path to take this time.<br />
I am no longer young, well physically that is.<br />
The child in me seems to be restless more than ever.<br />
I fail to understand her ridiculous needs this time.<br />
That child is becoming more of a rebel lately.<br />
She keeps telling me to break the rocks ahead of us.<br />
I am tired of telling that child to calm down.<br />
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I am standing at this crossroad now, figuring which path to choose this time. I envy those who keeps on moving to various phases in life. Really, I am envious of such fortunate people. My lips are tightly sealed, hoping I won't simply shoot unnecessary verbal missiles. But I cannot stop my mind and heart from screaming vulgarities especially if my buttons are pushed.<br />
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This is pretty daunting and exhausting at the same time.<br />
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There are loads of people that I need to please. I am weary being the crowd/people pleaser, every single time. I guess that's why the inner child keeps knocking my head to open my eyes to all these.<br />
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Here I am...standing at the crossroad again.<br />
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<br />Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-45660220234077330302015-07-11T01:35:00.000-07:002015-07-11T01:36:26.785-07:00Mad Mad World...<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><i>Nowadays, I get irritated so quickly and I tell you, this is not
good for my heart. In fact, for everyone's hearts! Unsure whether it's
triggered by age factor or, just my trait. I mean I have tracked down a bunch
of hot-tempered heads in my family. I don't know...it seems that I just cannot
deal with all sorts of ignorance. I do miss being innocently stupid. But still
I am not an overtly a smart person. Only smart in certain matters, to be
precise.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><i>You know, deep down inside, I am beginning to regret being an
adult. How I wish I could stay as a young kid. I didn't have to deal with
complicated matters like most grown-ups have to face with. I didn't have to go
through heartbreaks, ridiculous commitments or relationships, you name them!</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><i>I wish to go back when the younger ME selfishly made a wish to be
a grown-up as soon as possible. I wish to return to that moment so that I could
slap the crap out of the kiddo me and tell her to stop dreaming to become an
adult. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">As I am writing this blog, MLTR's hit number Sleeping Child
miraculously appears in one corner of my mind and keeps on playing the chorus
part:<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Oh my sleeping child the world’s so wild<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">But you’ve built your own paradise<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">That’s one reason why<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">The world is indeed a wild place. So
wild that only the strong ones are able to stand tall and survive. I believe
now that we are living in the age where innocence can be mistaken for so many
things. The world today is full of confused messages. Love does not seem to
appear like it is supposed to be. Lust and gluttony and greed try to take
control over the lives of people everywhere. The survival game has become too
notorious, unbeknownst to many idyllic minds.</span></i></div>
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-55206504980566806302015-07-02T03:43:00.000-07:002015-07-02T03:43:36.008-07:00Thy Mother is GREEN!Mak kau hijau! Mak kau hijau! Mak kau hijau!<div>
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Here and there Malaysian netizens are having <strike>cursing</strike> calling respective mothers GREEN.</div>
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But I just can't seem to brain why did the little boy keep on taunting at his humongous bully "Mak kau hijau (your mother is green!)!</div>
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Was he trying to compare the bully's mother to the famous Marvel comic character Hulk?</div>
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Was he trying to say that the other boy's mummy was a salad aficionado?</div>
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Was he trying to say that the other boy's mother was born with green complexion?</div>
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Until now I fail to find the real answer to this viral catchphrase.</div>
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So only the mothers get to be green?</div>
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Fathers? </div>
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Bapak kau merah jambu.</div>
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Nenek kau kuning.</div>
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Abang kau kelabu tahi itik.</div>
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-6475494601574260862015-04-23T05:11:00.001-07:002015-04-23T05:11:32.739-07:00SangkarOK lamak udah sik nulis blog dalam bahasa ibunda tek nak. So kenak aku boleh engkah tajuk "sangkar" atas nun? Banyak benda dipikir ku dua tiga menjak tok. Tok ada sedikit lanjutan dari pos sebelum tok tek. Aku luah rasa maok kekal jadi nembiak. Bunyi kedak sik senonoh jak gaya tapi ada sebab kenak ku pikir gia.<br />
Perhati dunia sekeliling kita kinek tok? Makin menjadi-jadi kan? Perang, bunuh, politik iboh cerita panjang, luka hati kerna GST tek belum juak keghin.<br />
Sangkar, kadangkala kita rasa kita bebas. Tapi bila perhati menar-menar, kita bebas dalam sangkar ya jak. Bebas tapi sik bebas. Dikongkong tapi sik juak dikongkong.<br />
Apa juak reti ku madah gia tek?<br />
Entahlah. Tauk sik dunia tok Tuhan ciptakan simple jak sebenarnya. Aku pun rasa kedak ya juak dolok. Why complicate things?<br />
Kadang-kadang segala komplikasi yang kita ada dalam otak dalam dirik kita bukan juak kerna sesetengah faktor. Kali juak sekda keja, nak dipolah juak keja. Kali juak sekda penyakit, polah sigek.<br />
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Apa point aku tok?<br />
Entahlah.<br />
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Aku kinek tok dalam "sangkar" jaga anak-anak exam.<br />
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Sangkar kebosanan.<br />
Bah kelak beloya pasal sangkar gik.Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-61498059371519682282015-04-12T21:34:00.002-07:002015-04-12T22:13:48.236-07:00Young LoveThere's this one student in my class who has this <strike>weird</strike> rather peculiar habit of standing near our door whenever she's done with works and all. Yes it's a 15-year-old girl.<br />
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To be honest, I thought she was only joking. You know how kids love to throw pranks at us adults.</div>
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"Teacher, do you think my Adam (not his real name) is handsome?" I just smiled at her first. Not knowing what to say. So I'd reply (again and again), "He's OK lah. Cute too."</div>
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The rest of her friends told me that once a month Adam would bake cookies for her. He even walks with her after class to a fitness centre where her mom waits for her.</div>
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Wow! Lucky girl, I said to myself.</div>
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When I had my first boyfriend 17 years ago, I had to date discreetly. My mother wouldn't allow me to have a boyfriend at such young age. But I did have one, met him at a church camp. I didn't do the first move, of course. We dated for 7 months until one day my mother discovered about us. So she gave me two choices; break up with him or she'd drag us both to the altar. The 15-year-old me freaked out and I broke up with him. Poor lad. My mother's the ultimate villain here, don't you think?</div>
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Recently, the head teacher (sort of, since he does all the syllabus back at my workplace) came up with a topic on the negative sides of getting involved in puppy love relationship for the students to work on; they were assigned to write a report based on that topic. I found the points given on that sheet were a bit odd. Basically, the points seemed biased. When I handed out the sheets to my students, our Juliet (not her real name) kept quiet throughout the session. The moment I announced the topic to the class, it wiped the smile off her face. I felt guilty in a way. But I had to do my job. To compensate the negative feelings that surrounded us (I think some of the kids are in their respective puppy love thing too, judging by their reactions), I gave some good sides of being in love at young age. I told them one has to be smart balancing reality and the joy of being in love. Juliet beamed out of sudden when I did that.</div>
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-72669909882774406912015-04-04T05:34:00.000-07:002015-04-04T05:41:45.772-07:00Two years and still counting.While most Malaysians have been busy crooning the litany of woes over the newly-implemented GST since Wednesday (of all the days, they chose 1st of April, cheesecake's sake!), I realize that I have been serving this learning centre for the past two years now. I began my job as an English language tutor here in Miri on April's Fool Day in 2013.<br />
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The biggest and the best joke to date, well sort of!<br />
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In just two years I have taught many young minds who were and are in dire need of help when it comes to mastering the global <i>lingua franca</i>.<br />
To be honest, I am not a professionally trained tutor/educator. I did bachelor's degree in TESL halfway before I switched to performing arts and I graduated with Diploma in Theatre from UiTM. I spent almost 4 semesters for degree in theatre later on. Nevertheless, I had a harsh brush with one of the academicians in my campus and fell sick at the same time. That prompted my decision to return to my hometown on 15th December in 2012. Without the bachelor's degree, of course.<br />
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I recall how my parents, especially my mother, pressing me to find a job here. I was jobless for three months. One March evening a couple years ago, I went out with a former classmate. She told me that a tuition centre was searching for a part-time tutor. Since English language is my forte, she asked me to try my luck. Few days later I gained the courage to call up the centre, followed by an interview and VOILA! I got the job (I began as a part-timer) the very next month.<br />
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First few months I struggled as majority of the children speak only Mandarin. I was assigned to handle Transition levels and primary school levels as well. Nevertheless, I have never had problems in trying to adapt to languages.Since then, as I try to fix their English language skills, they generously try to teach me basic Mandarin. Oh dear! I should have tried harder at mastering Mandarin back in campus years ago.<br />
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But the journey wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. I did have one big kid (a bully) in my Transition class. A real pain in the arse, I must say. Weeks by weeks, I attempted to stay calm while having to be bothered by his nerve-wrecking antics during class. Until one day, he really pushed my limit button and I broke my "cool teacher" record. I screamed at him. The result? He refused to join the class and the mother even told my boss that her son wouldn't return if I am still teaching that class. Yes, I know, classic case of TEXTBOOK sample of SPOILT BRAT. But that didn't halt me from getting a cool offer to be a permanent/full-time staff at the centre months after the incident.<br />
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2014 was quite a year for me. I got the shock of my life when one of my students fell into epileptic seizure one afternoon. I went blank when the boy collapsed and there's so much blood and saliva on the floor. How can I ever forget that incident? My student had a close brush with Death and I was so helpless.<br />
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My 31st birthday was another unforgettable experience too. One of the classes that I taught last year found out about my birth date and they set me up. Cool birthday prank, to be honest.<br />
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Now that I have entered the second year of my service as a tutor here, I am looking forward to several more years of teaching experience. And oh! I almost forgot this. I began to teach arts since last August and this year I have gained 4 students. I take it as a blessing in disguise as gazillions years ago, I did think my artistic talent was sort of a hand-down jinx. But hey! The old rules DO NOT APPLY anymore. New games of survival are flowing in. I hope to utilize my skills and knowledge as long as I live.<br />
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<br />Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-27384300325511512602015-02-25T04:27:00.001-08:002015-02-25T04:38:54.857-08:00The Ringer, The Aristocrat and The Posh Secret Agent!<div class="MsoNormal">
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quite some time now. So far for this year I’ve watched only 3 movies. The first
movie was <i>The Wedding Ringer</i> starring Kevin Hart, and ( the most anticipated but I
ended up feeling vain and disappointed) <i>Mortdecai</i> and the most recent one is <i>Kingsman: The
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and paste the plot of the film for all I know you’ll be Googling for it later
on. Wikipedia to the rescue! It was just an OK movie, pretty much like Will
Smith’s Hitch. Typical American jokes, blending in racial, cultural and even
religious stuff. Basically FRIENDSHIP and "bro-over-hos" kind of flick. To be honest I am not a fan of Kevin Hart but I gave the movie a try. Just an OK from my POV. </div>
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Guess it's not too late for me to wish everyone A BLESSED NEW YEAR.<br />
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I purposely did not say HAPPY because once again we were shocked with the Airasia aircraft mishap that claimed about 162 lives on board.<br />
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What a tragedy to end the year 2014. Plus, we're still saddened by the missing MH370 MAS plane and the doomed MH17 MAS aircraft bound for Kuala Lumpur from Amsterdam.<br />
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2014 was a year of tragedy, I must say. The people of South Korea were hit by the sunken Sewol ferry that got over 300 people perished in it. The Arab world was stricken by the mad so-called terrorists ISIS or ISIL that targeted the Arab Christians.<br />
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I don't want to sound like I am a street preacher blabbing about doomsday and all but we are on the verge of the end of the world.<br />
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I may be sitting comfortably in an air-conditioned room, be it at home or at workplace. Looking at things via the mass media, I feel nothing but heartache and anger.<br />
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Politicians have become circus entertainers. Now this is not quite a new scene. It's just that the plots are getting more and more interesting....and ridiculous as well.<br />
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Where do people like us, civilians, stand now?<br />
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By the way, I do hope the ram brings in comfort to compensate what the mighty horse had done in the past year.<br />
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Hope is all I have although things may turn out vague.<br />
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<br />Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-67050157440848404752015-01-05T21:39:00.000-08:002015-01-05T21:39:11.299-08:00Utilised but Not AppreciatedNowadays I feel that most people take me for granted. I said MOST, not ALL.<br />
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They only notice me for my abilities in certain matters. After they are done "using" me, that is it.<br />
It's pretty sickening. As I try to distant myself from them, they always come up with requests and demands. Do I look like a machine that can just make people happy.<br />
I am tired of dealing with all these craps.<br />
I would love to go away again.<br />
Leaving everything here, be gone silently.<br />
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I cannot speak out my anger.<br />
I cannot blurt out my unwillingness.<br />
My hands are tied.<br />
My lips are sealed.<br />
My legs are chained.<br />
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When will they ever realize my pain?<br />
When will they let me soar high?<br />
When will they leave alone?<br />
I just do not comprehend things they have asked for.<br />
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I need my very own space to live.<br />
Seriously.Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-27316998678101157412014-12-29T03:39:00.000-08:002014-12-29T03:39:27.213-08:00Enough is enough.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was doing some work when I overheard my students were talking about their mothers a couple of months ago. It turned out that they were comparing whose mom is more strict. I had to butt in their little gossip because I have expected them to finish their revision. Before I could blurt out more words to halt their conversation, one of them began telling how his mom normally treats him and stuff.<br />
Then one by one started to share their own matriarch anecdotes with me.<br />
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I just paused and listened to them. I did share my own tales as well.<br />
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Sometimes I wonder why did God choose me to be in this world. I quote Simon Birch: "God has a plan for everyone."<br />
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Yes. But what plan? I have always asked myself that ever since.<br />
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I know that little feeling every time I was or am asked to do things against my will. Not pretty at all.<br />
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Hearing all their tales, it made me to scream within "ENOUGH!"<br />
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Just stop for a minute and look around. This world is getting sicker than ever.<br />
<br />Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-43322957386831727292014-12-29T03:25:00.001-08:002014-12-29T03:25:23.658-08:00Inked<span style="font-family: inherit;">Last Sunday after a brief meeting with my boss, I spontaneously (actually it was pretty abrupt) brought up something about tattoos. Since my boss shared what is going on and he related the current events with his faith (he's a devoted Christian himself), I suddenly thought of questions of having permanent tattoos among Christians. To begin with, many of my own relatives have things inked on their body. I even overheard my siblings talking about getting one or two weeks ago. My dad, another Christian devotee, pointed out that he has no problem with people getting inked for eternity but he did clarify his view based on this:</span><br />
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And he added later on,"...you want tattoo? Use your own money!"<br />
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Now back to my conversation with my boss that evening. He pointed out that Leviticus is in the Old Testament, years before Christ came into this world. And he quoted something from the last book in the Bible, the book of Revelation. It says:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>“On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: king of kings and lord of lords.” (Revelation 19:16)</i></span></span><br />
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Towards the end I realized that the writer himself played safe by not leaning to any side.<br />
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If it wasn't for my skin condition (I've been suffering from atopic dermatitis @ eczema since I was a toddler), I could have both of my wrists to be tattooed. Nevertheless, that idea is still idling around my head. Years ago when I watched Ayat-ayat Cinta, an Indonesian film based on a novel of the same title, I was attracted to one of the characters, Maria Girgis. Maria is a Coptic Christian Egyptian girl who happens to have a small crucifix tattoo on her left wrist.<br />
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Yes, deep down in my heart, I would like to have the similar tattoo on my left wrist. Recently I've have been missing my late paternal grandmother. She passed away 16 years ago. She embraced Catholicism roughly about ten years before her passing. She chose the name "Teresa" as her baptismal name. Now, I am thinking of inking her names on my right wrist. Names? Her birth name was Mawa.<br />
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We will see how it goes.Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-5847099100970222272014-12-29T02:06:00.000-08:002014-12-29T03:40:28.966-08:00Recapping Two Zero Fourteen.The world witnessed three planes from Malaysia made major headlines.<br />
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Just more than a couple days after Christmas, Malaysians once again were shocked by the missing Airasia aircraft QZ8501 bound from Surabaya to Singapore.</div>
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South Korea earlier this year was stricken by the sunken Sewol ferry. And today a Greek vessel mishap on Italian waters.</div>
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Sebelum tok bingung juak mikir, filem apa maok ditangga di GSC Lite bulan tok. Mun Annabelle, ampun aku tunggu CD cetak rompak jak. Plus dah baca juak review professional, separa pro ngan kureng pro pun ada juak.</div>
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Beberapa hari sebelum sepakat maok "film night out" tok, I browsed through list filem-filem yang tengah ditayang atau "coming soon" pun. Terlekat dengan sigek filem ANIMASI 3D.</div>
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Kedak menarik. Aku scan nama2 yang terlibat dalam filem tok. Channing Tatum, Zoe Saldana....CHANNING TATUM?? OK aku bukan peminat fanatik mamat badan sasa tok, tapi sekali sekala maok tauk tahap talent nya juak. So aku suggest kat 3 member ku tek sampey siap merik link trailer dari Youtube post terus ke Facebook masing-masing. OK semua merik GREEN LIGHT. Sampey salah sorang mok embak anak dara kiut nya.</div>
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This film reminded me first of Despicable Me. I didn't put high expectation on it so much, all I wanted was a night full of good time. Colouful! Ya first sekali yang tarik perhatian aku. Second, the music! The introduction of the story was done sharp but cute. Since background storynya more to Hispanic culture, memang penggunaan colour terang-benderang very obvious. They way the illustrators presented the artworks in this film REALLLYYYY fascinated me. Yes, I love colours WAYYYY too much!</div>
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3 main characters Manolo, Maria and Joaquin featured in this film are depicted respectively as the gentle-like hero, rebellious daddy's little girl, and a legend overshadowed by his super legendary predecessor. The 3 good friends later on developed somewhat typical-like love triangle. Manolo, son of the Sanchez family famed for being the Matadors or bullfighters, has only 2 things in his head; undying passion for music (which drives his dad Carlos crazy) and of course, his love interest, Maria. Joaquin, on the other hand, is the son of San Angel's hero who succumbed to death trying to defeat a terrible bandit named Chakal. Yes, he too loves Maria though he remains friends with Manolo.</div>
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0Miri, Sarawak, Malaysia4.399493 113.991383199999972.3722684999999997 111.40959619999997 6.4267175 116.57317019999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-21714700368667984592014-10-11T04:27:00.001-07:002014-10-11T04:27:49.210-07:00Kimbra - "Settle Down"<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yHV04eSGzAA" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />
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I know this song has been around for 4 years now but I knew nothing of its existence until my little brother Azam shared the clip with me on my Facebook wall less than a couple of hours earlier. He knows I love eccentric stuff like this. LOL!!<br /><br />
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The Kimbra I know was the one singing with Gotye in the pop hit "Somebody That I used to Know."<br /><br />
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Enjoy this one, people!Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-81324079757708535222014-10-10T21:24:00.000-07:002014-10-10T21:24:42.533-07:00Almost a year. I am back on track.Nothing much I guess. Now that I'm blogging via 3 different sites. Crazy? Not really. I think so.<br />
To begin with, I'll frequently blog in this site, as well as the other two blogs I've created.<br />
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What's new?<br />
Besides tutoring, I'm working hard to improve my drawing and sketching skills.<br />
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Will talk more later. I'm about to leave for class.<br />
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Yes, I work on weekends too. Literally I have no OFF-DAYs now, but I am not complaining too.<br />
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I have to remind myself that I need to be thankful and grateful for what I have now.<br />
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-63071319952749082292013-11-01T09:39:00.000-07:002013-11-01T09:39:36.904-07:00Loss and a little lost.27th October 2013 tarikh tragis bagi kaum kerabat ku. Uncle Os, pak menakan ku yang paling bongsu belah kerabat mak meninggal secara mengejut. Sehari sebelum nya ninggal, arwah baruk jak sambut birthday yang ke-41. Apa sakit nya aku pun sik pasti. Cuma arwah sempat mesej yang nya demam 5 hari sebelum ya.<div>
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Tahun 2004, Uncle Os sah jadi seorang Muslimin. Enough said.</div>
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Malam kerabat ku dapat berita ya, aku macam "lost" kejap. Malam ya nang penuh juak rumah ku didatangi kaum kerabat yang ada di Miri.</div>
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Arwah ngan aku paling last bermesej masa birthday ku bulan 8 ya tek. Terkilan. Sebab Tahun lepas kamek duak ada "clash" kejap. Terkilan. Sebab ku sik sempat nak mintak ampun ngan cium tangan nya.</div>
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Tapi sigek, aku perlu rasa bersyukur sebab diberik peluang yang singkat untuk kenal seorang ahli kerabat yang gila-gila and happy go lucky walau dalam hati nya aku tauk arwah pendam luka yang dalam bertahun-tahun.</div>
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Winston Soji Kawi, remember me when the day the Lord decides to call me back. Capische, Big Boss?</div>
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I love you till I die, Uncle Os.</div>
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-33536318174596939582013-07-24T09:32:00.000-07:002013-07-24T10:28:22.758-07:00Chipsmore, I am! I am BACK, baby!!24 Julai tarikh aritok.<br />
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Lebih dari setengah tahun aku sik update blog ku tok. Busy "repair" semangat ngan dirik. Last ku ngepost nang bunyi kedak orang putus harapan. Sorry, forgive my bad manners....HELLO everyone! (Macam lah blog ku tok banyak followers...tapi current followers tetap ku hargai sebab kitak orang sudi juak follow)....yerdeh! Another visible sign of being matured - appreciating small matters katanya!<br />
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Kinek tok aku dah dekat 4 bulan bergelar tutor. True, I could not get a place in either Sarawak Arts School (Kuching) nor Tenby School here in Miri. But God really gave me the biggest (and the coolest, by far) joke to me few months back! Tepat 1 April 2013, as others busy fooling people around, I got a job as a tutor. An English Language tutor to be precise. Tempat ku ngajar is what I call "a humble, simple learning centre that functions as the beacon of hope"....yup, the long-winded me, as usual LOL! What's cool about my job is that for now I only work 2 hours (average basis) a day...and only four days in a WEEK! And, I can still pay for my car, loan and many more. Nevertheless this job that I got requires me to be extra patient. I am dealing with forty plus young ones whose language ability is totally limited. Like totally! When I first started teaching these cheerful kids, language barrier nearly drove me nuts. But as I said earlier on, patience was all I needed to be strong and stay in the game.<br />
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Four months had passed, I'm glad to say that my kids have shown positive progress. And...I've been learning wee bit Mandarin lately. In the school, I am one of the three non-Chinese academic staff. Ninety-six percent of the students who are attending our classes are Chinese. But I don't mind at all. Yang penting the kids are willing to help themselves. Not all of them are willing to come and attend extra classes, of course.<br />
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Recalling the moment when I got interviewed for the teaching job sometime end of March this year, the interviewer (my current employer) told me he's surprised upon knowing my education background. As a theatre graduate, many people expected me to end up working my butt off in arts industry. Many, not all. My mother is one of them. But I did thank Lord Jesus the moment the interviewer said "I am also looking for a person who can teach drama for children besides teaching English language here in Miri!"<br />
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Now, talking about The Law of Attraction, eh!<br />
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Yes, now I am doing just fine in this humble hometown of mine, people, I'm doing absolutely fine. Of course I do miss acting on stage every now and then but maybe the Lord is trying to tell me to utilize my artistic talents in other ways. I do, now, get the point. Plus, I've started to sketch pictures again; something that I did not get to do that much back in Shah Alam. Been posting my sketches on my Facebook wall and also Instagram. Glad to know many people like my works. Keep counting the blessings the Lord has given me is what I do on daily basis now.<br />
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About the speech and drama class, it's been announced during staff meeting last week. The class will be part of end of the year school holiday programs and I am so looking forward to meet my future young little thespians!<br />
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Maok jak rasa maok nulis panjang2, but the allergy med has taken its toll on me *darn*, should be in bed by now. I shall write again soon. Sebelum saying "bye-bye", I'll share some pics here ya!<br />
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My first self-portrait done by a fellow artist I met via Instagram. His name is Ahyat. You can follow him at <span style="color: blue;"><u>@ahyathappydoodles</u></span></div>
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-17553671928555405672012-12-09T10:52:00.001-08:002012-12-09T10:52:57.002-08:00Erti sebenar seorang PERANPeran untuk pengetahuan kitak orang tuan dan puan pembaca adalah sama maksud dengan perkataan PELAKON. Sama juak dengan PEMERAN. Like THESPIAN same meaning as ACTOR in English language. Kenak tiba-tiba aku maok klaka pasal pelakon tok. Tadik masa baru sampey umah, aku mukak Facebook ku dan *zing* terpandang sigek status update oleh kawan ku Si Sepanyol Hensem bernama Gonzalo Morquecho. Serius nya sangat hensem dan baik hati. Gonzalo adalah seorang aktivis teater dari Sepanyol dan kinek tok menetap di Malaysia selama 2 tahun udah. Tok ditulis nya tek dalam PESBUK nya:<br />
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<br />Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-46188992354364848612012-12-07T12:15:00.000-08:002012-12-07T12:16:06.771-08:00Pekabo smuo?<div style="text-align: center;">
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Update paling utama. Saya masih lagi single....yerdehh!! Sangat AVAILABLE, tapi buat masa tok iboh lah kitak orang ingat aku tok desperate gilak sampey aku tok nulis kedak saja mok advertise dirik dalam blog. Mun kitak orang rajin mukak link atas, silakan, it will kinda give you a much clearer picture of what happened to me few months back. As aku tengah galak menaip tok, demam selsema tengah rancak berdisko dalam badan. Bunyi kahak tek dah kedak enjin motobot rah Sungai Baram nun. Bukan ku saja nak ngeso ku tok jenis ceridak, tapi ku saja nulis sak sik pendek gilak perenggan pertama untuk post kali tok (sebab masa tengah belajar dolok, mentor ku Norzizi Zulkifli @ Kapten Joe Jambul, selalu nganok aku dalam kelas: "Fio, nang biasa ko tok mula dengan perenggan nok pendek-pendek! Tulis baru!"). Bah cukup gik ya. Mula perenggan baru gik.<br />
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Sebenarnya aku bok jak quit dari program degree kat uni tempat ku belajar. Rugi? Nang lah mun dipikir dari segi ongkos sidak bapak ku dah belanja. Banyak isu yang jadi punca ku berhenti, paling utama aku masih sik puas hati dengan seseorang di tempat aku belajar. Certain people know who is that person, tapi for you some readers out there, sik payah jak kitak orang gago mok tauk. Biarlah rahsia, bak kata Siti Nurhaliza tek nak. What's my next plan? Apa gik, BALIT MIRI lah! This time for good. Yes, FOR GOOD!! Mun kitak orang nanyak, lekak ya, apa maok dipolah ko di Miri nun? Aku boleh jak jawab," Aku akan start sigek group teater, lain dari yang lain. Giney ya kah? Haaaa...ahli produksinya terdiri daripada sekumpulan orangutan yang sungguh berbakat besar!" Stail sik mun ku sawut soalan kedak ya? (Sorry, sekpat ku muang rasa sinis mun berdepan dengan a group of skeptics tek nak.) For now, aku dah prepare application letter for Sekolah Seni Kuching and about to email Tenby International School di Miri. We'll see how things go after this.<br />
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Tulah! Dolok gago madah aku sik maok jadi cikgu sekolah (tegal ku quit program degree TESL di UiTM). Tapi nang menar lah. Mun berkhidmat di sekolah-sekolah pun, biarlah part-time instructors kah. Mun international school, lainlah. Private tek nak. Lain environment gomen ngan swasta tok. Tapi diat lok lah giney rupa gaya lekak tok.<br />
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Mun kitak orang dah mukak link kat atas ya tek, let me clarify things again. Months back, ada seorang jejaka tok berkenalan balit ngan aku via FB. Nya kawan lamak sebenarnya. After a month of contacting each other, cut short the story, alu orang ya tek luah feeling nya tek. Eh, lebiu lebiu ya bah! Aku tok tek, dah la 12 tahun "menjanda" mula-mula ya malas juak maok layan feeling nya tek. Tapi nama juak aku tok pompuan, pandey masok jerat ayat-ayat cintun org laki ya tek. So lovey-dovey mushy-wushy stuff went on for months until nya madah nyuruh balit kejap maok jumpa. Ku padah, masa Christmas jak jumpa. "Lambat gilak," sawut nya balit. Bah kompromi punya pasal, aku balit Miri 15 September tok tek. Dua minggu ku sinun, senyap jak orang ya koh. Maka nya juak lalek nyuroh ku sms mun dah sampey Miri. Sampey la suatu hari ya tek, aku klua lepak ngan sorang member ku. Cerita punya cerita..TUUPPP! Kantoi kisah orang laki ya dah ada gerek lain. Bah stail sik ya? I sent him a good-bye text dengan reminder terbaek sekali: Sik hal ko polah aku kedak tok, tapi ingat one day, hukum karma semua orang akan dapat. Thanks for nothing!" Nang useless bastardic casanova! Astagaaaa....mulut! Bah malas ku nak cerita lebih gik, cukup lah kitak orang tauk aku dah "move on" ngan hidup. Tok pun satu lesson for you guys and gals out there. Bercinta tok bukan setakat ko padah "ailebiu" or "lebiutu" (I love you and Love you too, ngek!). To build a relationship is not easy, the journey is not so easy to embark on. Just be careful, ya jak pesan ku.<br />
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And as for me, aku tutup lok "hati". Sebab malas ku nak layan jiwang manusia lain. Banyak gik benda yang belum ku explore. I don't mind going on this journey as a single person for, kewajipan pada family blom perfect gik. Hell, I gotta help my family first. Ya la, PSA dalam radio ya lalek tiap-tiap hari melalak: FAMILY FIRST!<br />
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Bah, cukup lok takat tok. Ada hari aku nulis gik. I can't wait to go back home. CHRISTMAS is just 2 weeks from now, Mak aku dah lalek masang Christmas tree nun, siap tag aku dalam Facebook. Tujuannya, tugas aku masa dah balit kelak, ngias pokok ya. Sik hal, anak buah ku Ashley dah standby nunggu mok nolong. Ciao and Blessed Advent to all!<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>P/S: Gambar tok di-upload Mak ku di Facebook tek. Pokok bogel. Yahh! Malu saya!</b></span>Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-61039878452595557342012-10-13T12:14:00.000-07:002012-10-13T12:14:24.249-07:00Bee-Yoo-ELEL-Why...? wadahel?So, smart enough to read the title of the post above? Tacky! B.U.L.L.Y lah. Saja gedik tulis kedak ya. Why am I writing about this out of sudden? I was browsing through some FB profiles of my friends (not stalking, okay, ya lain dah ya!), I came across a profile of someone I knew when I was a child. Jeng jeng jeng!<br />
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Ingin juak ku madah orang ya secret crush ku tek, tapi bukan (the epic evil laugh). Tapi orang ya pernah buli aku dalam kadar yang terlalu kerap sampey aku trauma tahap Himalaya juak. Ingin ku berkhabar pasal giney nya buli aku dolok, tapi bila aku diat rupa nya dah jadi manusia tek nak; dah nikah, ada anak sorang dah. So, sik adil juak mun aku coba maok aibkan nya balit (kadar peratusan 'personal vendetta' dah menurun secara mendadak). All I can say now is that, rasa syukur juak tangga nya dah betul2 jadi manusia. <br />
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Manusia. Memang ciptaan Tuhan yang menakjubkan. Manusia kaji perihal manusia.<br />
Manusia punya perihal dikaji oleh manusia.<br />
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Buli isu bukan biasa, tetapi ia memang biasa terjadi.<br />
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Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-64287734599844854462012-07-20T02:14:00.001-07:002012-07-20T02:14:40.044-07:00Selepas Changlun...Sampey umah dekat jam satu lebih marek, the short trip to Changlun ada juak merik eye-opening experience tapi nang secara jujur aku madah, sik dapat ku diam area ladang-ladang oi. Best ada jak bergusti dengan nyamuk ngan macam-macam gik. Ya aku tabik dengan student Kolej Pertanian Malaysia, imagine lah sidak nya bangun awal pagi, siram sayur, pokok, merik makan kambin, sapi. Yah! Nang jiwa kental la sidak nya tok. Sigek nak polah ku stress 0.01% sepanjang ku di Changlun, kredit fon ku free2 dipotong oleh line blah Thailand; ney endak koh! Changlun ya nang border Malaysia-Thailand. Aku topup RM10, belum sempat matahari ya cabut nyawa, habis kedak ya jak, maka ku sekda juak polah calls atau SMS siapa2. Baruk ku paham kenak boss ku rela pakey walkie-talkie sepanjang event tok berjalan.<div>
Tapi memang ku tabik hormat student-student sitok. First time in my life aku tangga kedak ney life as student pertanian. Sidaknya sik perlu blaja theory gilak, emphasize more on practicality. Ney ada masa maok pikir teori kedak ney nak menoh kehendak pengguna jutaan orang bilangannya. Bear in mind, iboh tangga sidak nya tok sebelah mata, they're the ones who feed us. No agriculture, then ko nak makan apa? Bateri? Besi? Batu?</div>Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392748484841301313.post-55807427412677729382012-07-18T21:23:00.001-07:002012-07-18T21:23:37.755-07:00Bila Si Kenit diberi HANDPHONE!!Semalam kecoh kat Facebook, orang dok mengata-ngata tentang tindakan Kementerian Pendidikan membenarkan kanak-kanak sekolah membawa telefon bimbit ke sekolah. OK, bagi saya lah kan, saya takda masalah kalau KPM meletakkan syarat PELAJAR-PELAJAR SEKOLAH HANYA DIBENARKAN MEMBAWA TELEFON BIMBIT BIASA YANG MURAH, BUKAN SMARTPHONE. OK, itu sudah dinyatakan semalam dalam siaran berita tempatan semalam.<br />
But, allowing kids to bring iPads or Tabs to school? Hmmm...what say you?Fio Kabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14798157005509232026noreply@blogger.com0