NADEENUTS

      It's that time of the year again where this post is solely written for the purpose of my documentation. If you stumble upon this and still interested in knowing, read on. No one is stopping you.       I got a text last week from my beloved brother; Abang Zakry Latif the badminton player. I know there's an awful lot of you do not know who is he. He was once a pretty big name in the badminton arena when he and his partner, Fairuzizuan Tazari for mens' double won a back to back super series in Indonesia and followed by Singapore in 2008; when I was 15 years old. They were known as Fuzzy afterwards. Malaysians were very very happy and they gained quite a number of fans...including yours truly.       Then there came the opportunity to meet up with them up close and personal. I grabbed it. The opportunity was to be a ticket vendor at a national's badminton tournament, Badminton Johor Open Championship on November 2008 which was for our national players to comp

      Aku perasan bila tiba je hari rabu, tak sah kalau takde pun seorang blogger yang update with title "Wordless Wednesday" and yet semua aku tengok update blog berjela-jela. Yeah, wordless lah sangat kan awak-awak? Jadi dengan ini aku pun up lah title secomel yang boleh. Eye catching tak? Tak? Okay, bye.       Aku update ni pun sebab rasa nak cakap banyak. Ada benda yang menarik-narik otak aku untuk bekerja di blog ini kembali seperti dahulu. Dah lama aku tak menaip dari hati. Aku rindu. Sumpah, aku rindu. And since aku ada banyak masa sebab kelas Economy canceled (tanpa pemberitahuan dari any rakan sekelas. yes, tolonglah rasa bersalah. berapa banyak kali dah jadi macam ni.), aku nak menaip. So, assalamualaikum. :)       Beberapa hari lepas, laju je tangan aku menaip di dalam kotak "What's on your mind?". Habis menaip, aku baca kembali dan aku rasa macam tak appropriate untuk di post di facebook. Bukan apa, cuma apa yang aku nak post tu perlukan e

      I don't really know how to start this off 'cos the tale that I wanna write is looong overdue it's time; 16th January's story. And since I'm off for my degree in just 3 days time, I might as well do it now.       As most of you know (i'm just assuming you do), the first part of this birthday celebration of mine  (click for the entry) is safely buried among other older posts.  The reason that this 2nd part emerge is because I sincerely want this story to have it's own entry. These kind people deserve this. :') US! :) alaa, aku takde gambar dayah! sorry dayah! :(       So on the night of Princess Nadee's birthday eve, my roommate hit a bump so my other roommates and me console her and such but then the clock hits 12 and my phone started to vibrate and ring, so I have to excused myself to the balcony since it would be rude to not to pick up right? Me and the caller had a long talk (aku yang call balik. sebab call free. zzz. muehehehe).

      This is a story of how I met your father...okay, tipu. Terang-terang title tu kan? It is a story of how I became a teacher. In How I Met Your Mother, the story telling tells about what happens before Ted and his wife met but in THIS story, the story telling gonna take part after the hullabaloo happened. But beware, it is gonna be a looong one. I didn't say it is gonna be dull and such; it is sweet (to me at least) but it's gonna be long. (alaa, mostly pictures what. chill laa and keep on reading, mate) So, here goes.       Two weeks before 17th April, mama got a call from the headmistress of Sekolah Rendah Islam Johor Bahru. She asked mama whether ada tak anyone kat rumah yang free from any work commitment untuk jadi guru sandaran for a month and 'FORTUNATELY', I was. This school was my sanctuary when I was in standard 1. See that cute little thing? Hihi that was me and sebelah tu my beloved papa. Time tu darjah 1, first day of school. *wiping tears