get of out that box. :)
a friend of mine gave me an alternative take when it comes to grammar.
"...
Where rules of grammar and perfection to writing is concerned, there are always no good/bad/perfect English!
Do you know that?
Hmm.
Before I took up core linguistic modules during my undergraduate studies, I am always concerned about perfecting my grammar.
But in reality, if one has a chance to go in depth to the technicalities of grammar, in fact, we are actually being 'cheated' in believing there's such things as correcting of grammar!!!
In another aspect of grammar/linguistic school of thoughts, just to share, deviation of grammar rules or even making errors can be equated to linguistic creativity.
Through 'imperfect grammar' do you know one can roughly gauge some medical conditions/social backgrounds' of the writer?
Interesting right? :) So that's why am in this line I guess.
Hmm. As much I should prepare the pupils towards the mainstream exams however, I must be aware that all of them are NOT native users of English. There are statistics shown that even natives do commit grammatical errors!
..."
i enjoyed my short JB getaway with afiq, piee and kak imah & sis aisyah very much.
guess we all needed that.
somethin to release the pressure from the shitloads we faced throughout the whole year, at the same time, preparing ourselves to take on next year's.
and yeah.
hmm.
gues my next post is a summary of my 2007?
maybe. maybe not.
que sera sera. whatever will be... will be...
:)
i.want.her.
"...
the list.
... not in order of importance.
- not more than 2 years younger than me, nor 6 years older. (age does matter, at least, in having a rough gauge of maturity and potential compatibility, but hell, even that cannot be relied on totally)
- muslimah.
- modesty is high in her agenda.
- dont need to be a model, juz need a sweet smile.
- spontaneous, outgoing, smart, funny. (i need a conversationlist, not the angguk2 geleng2 type, and with a one-liner woman, otak boleh mati siul)
- know when to be serious, and when to be aloof. (sadly, most haf no freaking idea on how to do so. rimas siak.)
- independent. (one who dont need my presence to be sane) - thus, not clingy.
- confident, and secure self-esteem.
- no emotional walking bodies please. urgh. i really really dun need that.
- one who dont use the excuse of PMS to sengaje buat karenah. dun bluff ladies. i noe. it is juz an excuse. if some can control it, i dun see why others cant.
- filial. to both sets of parents.
- noes how to cook. (so that she can teach me, and so i can help her cook up the dishes, and perhaps, enjoy a rendevous or two while doing it... ouh... kinky, i loike. haha)
- skilled and experienced in money handling (coz i suck at numbers)
- one who noes how to play a nurturing role as a mother.
... hmm. ape lagi eh.
entah. aku pun tak tau.
this is all that i currently can think of.
and yeah. those who are already sharpening their knives, lets juz say, hey, i am working to be that ideal partner.
;)
..." - PH AM
the list.
... not in order of importance.
- not more than 2 years younger than me, nor 6 years older. (age does matter, at least, in having a rough gauge of maturity and potential compatibility, but hell, even that cannot be relied on totally)
- muslimah.
- modesty is high in her agenda.
- dont need to be a model, juz need a sweet smile.
- spontaneous, outgoing, smart, funny. (i need a conversationlist, not the angguk2 geleng2 type, and with a one-liner woman, otak boleh mati siul)
- know when to be serious, and when to be aloof. (sadly, most haf no freaking idea on how to do so. rimas siak.)
- independent. (one who dont need my presence to be sane) - thus, not clingy.
- confident, and secure self-esteem.
- no emotional walking bodies please. urgh. i really really dun need that.
- one who dont use the excuse of PMS to sengaje buat karenah. dun bluff ladies. i noe. it is juz an excuse. if some can control it, i dun see why others cant.
- filial. to both sets of parents.
- noes how to cook. (so that she can teach me, and so i can help her cook up the dishes, and perhaps, enjoy a rendevous or two while doing it... ouh... kinky, i loike. haha)
- skilled and experienced in money handling (coz i suck at numbers)
- one who noes how to play a nurturing role as a mother.
... hmm. ape lagi eh.
entah. aku pun tak tau.
this is all that i currently can think of.
and yeah. those who are already sharpening their knives, lets juz say, hey, i am working to be that ideal partner.
;)
..." - PH AM
my.grammar.sucks
"your grammar sucks man..."
that rang in my ears, so hard, and so painful, that it was a wonder i didn't punch him right there and then.
"huh."
thanks for telling me man.
always depend on a real friend to point out yr flaws.
:)
oh btw, i editted the last two posts before this. see if u spot any grammar mistakes.
bah.
that rang in my ears, so hard, and so painful, that it was a wonder i didn't punch him right there and then.
"huh."
thanks for telling me man.
always depend on a real friend to point out yr flaws.
:)
oh btw, i editted the last two posts before this. see if u spot any grammar mistakes.
bah.
what.do.i.think.of.her
what do i think of you? hmm.
this is a forced testimonial. made to write at gunpoint. or risk being emotionally annihilated. haha
*purr~ licks paws*
;)
her presence in my life has been a real blessing, and has given me an extra boost.
one thing that i like about her, is that she checks me in regards to my thoughts and words.
just when i would think that im holy and mighty right, there she will be, crashing my royal being back onto the sordid earth and mud that the soil can offer.
i wont lie, and say, im never irritated.
in fact, it irritates a big deal out of me right there and then.
but, like we all noe, there exist these things called "necessary evils" that all of us haf to contend with for most part of our lives.
i noe its for the better good, so that i will haf my smelly feet rooted to the ground, and prevent my head from becoming more bloated that it already is.
in other words, its to preserve that sense of humility in myself, especially when now im somewhere in an institution of higher learning , where everythin can be argued upon, and then i tend to be delusional and think that im always right without much concern for the alternative views.
she is smart too. she has her own niche of knowledge that she always share with me, particularly psychology and everyday human interaction.
she will be the conversationalist companion that i can spar with. haha.
she adds an extra three dimensional boost to my own interaction with my circles of friends.
with her, i can be both sides, interchangebly.
while she accepts and patiently layan my wild and funky behaviour, which can border on being nonsensical at times, she will be there when i feel sombre and serious about anythin.
like those times, when my angst towards life, and depression from a love issue got me real down, she was there, to give me support. she woke me up, and slowly rebuilt me to a stronger me.
to some, her methods may be harsh, but i dun mind, coz i noe, its for the better good. especially when the subject (me) can be the degil nak mampos type. anyways, most of the time, she will handle me with the utmost care and sensitivity, coz she knows, and she even told me so, that im the type who has to be dealt with carefully when it comes to pointing out my mistakes.
she is also a manchester united fan. *rolls eyes*. enough said abt this. haha
in conclusion, she IS the classy and vogue sister that any brother can get.
*huh? ape? KAKAK VOGUE?* heheh. betul tak mummy?
betul! betul! betul! (u gotta say this the upin and ipin way. tak tau sudah)
;)
Love, Hugs & Kisses Always,
Khairi aka Papa.Jahat. aka Teddy
*lick lips*
this is a forced testimonial. made to write at gunpoint. or risk being emotionally annihilated. haha
*purr~ licks paws*
;)
her presence in my life has been a real blessing, and has given me an extra boost.
one thing that i like about her, is that she checks me in regards to my thoughts and words.
just when i would think that im holy and mighty right, there she will be, crashing my royal being back onto the sordid earth and mud that the soil can offer.
i wont lie, and say, im never irritated.
in fact, it irritates a big deal out of me right there and then.
but, like we all noe, there exist these things called "necessary evils" that all of us haf to contend with for most part of our lives.
i noe its for the better good, so that i will haf my smelly feet rooted to the ground, and prevent my head from becoming more bloated that it already is.
in other words, its to preserve that sense of humility in myself, especially when now im somewhere in an institution of higher learning , where everythin can be argued upon, and then i tend to be delusional and think that im always right without much concern for the alternative views.
she is smart too. she has her own niche of knowledge that she always share with me, particularly psychology and everyday human interaction.
she will be the conversationalist companion that i can spar with. haha.
she adds an extra three dimensional boost to my own interaction with my circles of friends.
with her, i can be both sides, interchangebly.
while she accepts and patiently layan my wild and funky behaviour, which can border on being nonsensical at times, she will be there when i feel sombre and serious about anythin.
like those times, when my angst towards life, and depression from a love issue got me real down, she was there, to give me support. she woke me up, and slowly rebuilt me to a stronger me.
to some, her methods may be harsh, but i dun mind, coz i noe, its for the better good. especially when the subject (me) can be the degil nak mampos type. anyways, most of the time, she will handle me with the utmost care and sensitivity, coz she knows, and she even told me so, that im the type who has to be dealt with carefully when it comes to pointing out my mistakes.
she is also a manchester united fan. *rolls eyes*. enough said abt this. haha
in conclusion, she IS the classy and vogue sister that any brother can get.
*huh? ape? KAKAK VOGUE?* heheh. betul tak mummy?
betul! betul! betul! (u gotta say this the upin and ipin way. tak tau sudah)
;)
Love, Hugs & Kisses Always,
Khairi aka Papa.Jahat. aka Teddy
*lick lips*
the.caged.animal
confinement is evil.
not being able to do what u wanna, and when u wanna, because ure stuck, or imprisoned, or entrapped, between boundaries, be it mental or physical.
for three days, i let myself be confined to the walls of my house.
doesnt help that the grills to the windows are juxtaposed to look like im in a cage.
just for the simple fact that i thought my mother is giving me the look saying that ive been going out too often, and coming back too late into the night, these couple of days or weeks.
yes. now its my school holidays. and it will only end on the ending of the first week of january next year.
perhaps, at the back of my mind, i thought, i can at least be a good boy, in a bid of redemption, at least till i get to go for the short get away to JB with the gang.
coz hey, at the end of the day, i dun tend to my own living expenses, and unless im ready to be thrown out of the house, i dont haf much of a choice really.
i thought it would be fine. easy and dandy.
hell no.
my mind went zombie.
and i think i managed to decompose a couple of braincells or dozens along the way too.
ironically, even though my brain cells decided to go awol most of the time, at those times when the frustration has built up to boiling point, the trains of thought zooming by began to go haywire and berzerk.
i began to think funny.
to the point that i was even questioning my own freaking existence, and bemoaning about the current rut and solitude that i have put myself in.
it doesnt help that i couldnt really talk to anyone in the family (sad aint it), and backdropped by the incessant nagging and coughing that rang in my ears. (my mom and sis were down with a bit of sickness). yes. screw me for even complaining like this.
even though the internet, laptop, television and DVDs are there to provide me with bits of entertainment, they are but futile attempts to fill in the gap, and the emptiness that has enlarged within.
i was mad. but i cudnt show it.
i was going crazy. but i had no outlet avenue.
even those bits of nicotine injection sessions cudnt help.
i ended up sleeping during the day, and awake during the nite. doing what? doing nothing. nothing productive at least, lain dari melayankan my pathetic mp3 collection in my laptop and tryna beat Manchester United using my depleted Newcastle United over and over again in Football Manager 2007. i havent succeeded still. but within the span of 3 hours, i managed to get england winning Euro 2008, using total football, no less, and having arsene wenger under my wings as assistant manager. haha
but it stil wasnt enuf for me.
somehow, i juz needed to get out of the house, and take in a bit of sunshine, or even soak in a bit of the hustle and bustle Singapore can offer.
and, thanks to the weather, my longing only remained so.
until today.
until when my mom asked me to send over food to my grandma's.
and the weather was just perfect.
:)
i pity any living thing that is held against their will.
be it those birds, or even those wild animals in the zoo.
even more so, for the unknown number of victims of modern slavery that is still existing in the world.
(think human trafficking, syndicated organs transplants etc etc)
perhaps, being animals, they are able to take it being confined. but never a human.
coz at this juncture, when being confined, their gift of human consciousness, may end up being their curse.
not being able to do what u wanna, and when u wanna, because ure stuck, or imprisoned, or entrapped, between boundaries, be it mental or physical.
for three days, i let myself be confined to the walls of my house.
doesnt help that the grills to the windows are juxtaposed to look like im in a cage.
just for the simple fact that i thought my mother is giving me the look saying that ive been going out too often, and coming back too late into the night, these couple of days or weeks.
yes. now its my school holidays. and it will only end on the ending of the first week of january next year.
perhaps, at the back of my mind, i thought, i can at least be a good boy, in a bid of redemption, at least till i get to go for the short get away to JB with the gang.
coz hey, at the end of the day, i dun tend to my own living expenses, and unless im ready to be thrown out of the house, i dont haf much of a choice really.
i thought it would be fine. easy and dandy.
hell no.
my mind went zombie.
and i think i managed to decompose a couple of braincells or dozens along the way too.
ironically, even though my brain cells decided to go awol most of the time, at those times when the frustration has built up to boiling point, the trains of thought zooming by began to go haywire and berzerk.
i began to think funny.
to the point that i was even questioning my own freaking existence, and bemoaning about the current rut and solitude that i have put myself in.
it doesnt help that i couldnt really talk to anyone in the family (sad aint it), and backdropped by the incessant nagging and coughing that rang in my ears. (my mom and sis were down with a bit of sickness). yes. screw me for even complaining like this.
even though the internet, laptop, television and DVDs are there to provide me with bits of entertainment, they are but futile attempts to fill in the gap, and the emptiness that has enlarged within.
i was mad. but i cudnt show it.
i was going crazy. but i had no outlet avenue.
even those bits of nicotine injection sessions cudnt help.
i ended up sleeping during the day, and awake during the nite. doing what? doing nothing. nothing productive at least, lain dari melayankan my pathetic mp3 collection in my laptop and tryna beat Manchester United using my depleted Newcastle United over and over again in Football Manager 2007. i havent succeeded still. but within the span of 3 hours, i managed to get england winning Euro 2008, using total football, no less, and having arsene wenger under my wings as assistant manager. haha
but it stil wasnt enuf for me.
somehow, i juz needed to get out of the house, and take in a bit of sunshine, or even soak in a bit of the hustle and bustle Singapore can offer.
and, thanks to the weather, my longing only remained so.
until today.
until when my mom asked me to send over food to my grandma's.
and the weather was just perfect.
:)
i pity any living thing that is held against their will.
be it those birds, or even those wild animals in the zoo.
even more so, for the unknown number of victims of modern slavery that is still existing in the world.
(think human trafficking, syndicated organs transplants etc etc)
perhaps, being animals, they are able to take it being confined. but never a human.
coz at this juncture, when being confined, their gift of human consciousness, may end up being their curse.
my.brother 2
a comment on the post "my.brother"
"...
Striked a chord. The right pitch and tone. Somehow harmonized when read that. Because it's related to how the youths and children I am dealing with right since after my A levels. These group of individuals who may seemed to be 'at risk' and sometimes mistook to be 'wayward' in one sense due to lack of inclination towards academics. But I believe from that reflection of your own brother, am sure you are more empathetic and sensitive to the presence of individual differences. I am unsure to what extent you are into religion too :) But from the comments and entries made, there's this tinge of confidence you do have that level of understanding (balance between human development and ability to relate to living Islam) Please ya, don't get me wrong. It's a positive observation, trust me. :) Alhamdulilah.
"...
Striked a chord. The right pitch and tone. Somehow harmonized when read that. Because it's related to how the youths and children I am dealing with right since after my A levels. These group of individuals who may seemed to be 'at risk' and sometimes mistook to be 'wayward' in one sense due to lack of inclination towards academics. But I believe from that reflection of your own brother, am sure you are more empathetic and sensitive to the presence of individual differences. I am unsure to what extent you are into religion too :) But from the comments and entries made, there's this tinge of confidence you do have that level of understanding (balance between human development and ability to relate to living Islam) Please ya, don't get me wrong. It's a positive observation, trust me. :) Alhamdulilah.
You know, Brother, the individuals like your brother is in fact a special being created by HIM. In essence, they do not need to bother and slogged much to be successful academically. What I admire about your brother and people of 'his kind' is their strong beliefs and ability to recognise their interests. And most importantly not afraid to go'beyond the norm' of society in which academics are of utmost important. Don't you think so? In fact, knowing these group of youths have reconstructed and deconstruct my personal journey and judgment of life. Hope it does you too, insyALLAH. :)
Alhamdulilah for that brotherly love expressed between you too. The last of your entry,
"for all our differences and conflicts, this fact still remains, i love him, and he loves me too.
for he is my brother."
... sebak i felt.For that brotherly love pls pardon me for sharing too the joy of HIS Gifts of Love for us all humans in this universe.
..."
"for all our differences and conflicts, this fact still remains, i love him, and he loves me too.
for he is my brother."
... sebak i felt.For that brotherly love pls pardon me for sharing too the joy of HIS Gifts of Love for us all humans in this universe.
..."
my.brother
this post, i dedicate to my brother.
who is about to embark on the next chapter of his life. an important one, no doubt. one that will surely leave a very distinct mark on him for the next phases of his life.
Muhammad Khairulddin Bin Md Nor.
3 years younger than me, but one hella of a world of a difference.
perhaps the ying and yang, or, the black and white, if ure to contrast myself and him.
he looks, act, think differently. and if one is to study our ultra different lives, one would ask, hey, is he really your brother.
yes. we fought alot. not juz verbal. but physical as well.
and im mightily guilty of almost all those times we traded punches.
for a long while, i couldnt stand the sight of him.
i hated him to the max, especially during when my stupid juvenile phase was at its prime.
i couldnt accept him, as he really was.
perhaps, i wanted him to be like me.
but i realise, that hey, the least i could do is to accept his differences. and yeah. he has his good points too. one thing about him, which i dont have, is the fact that he is able to connect more with my sisters. a quality which i still, admittedly, lack very much.
he may not be academically inclined, but he has his own talents and interests. and music is certainly one of them. even though he finds studies a chore, i can see he actually work hard to master his musical interests. and rite now, he would diligently train himself in playing his electric guitar (he saved up himself to get himself one) and rehearsing his drum sets.
ppl, including me once, mistook his disinterest towards his studies due to utter laziness. but, perhaps, he wants to lead his life his own way, and that is through music. at the very least, he had the initiative that get what he wants by working his ass off for it.
i dont really talk much with him, lest for those sessions where he will piss my momma off, and then, i will get mad.
and i do wanna change tt. even if it means i haf to blur down my fuckin high ego. but its not gonna be overnite, thats for sure. perhaps, his stint in the army will make me closer to him.
he is to report at tekong this 6th dec. yes. the army. mcm abang dia jugak.
and ill be there to see him off, but not without a proper running down on what to expect down there the night before.
im not expecting him to excel much, but the very least, i want him to come out of the BMT in one piece, alive.
for all our differences and conflicts, this fact still remains, i love him, and he loves me too.
for he is my brother.
who is about to embark on the next chapter of his life. an important one, no doubt. one that will surely leave a very distinct mark on him for the next phases of his life.
Muhammad Khairulddin Bin Md Nor.
3 years younger than me, but one hella of a world of a difference.
perhaps the ying and yang, or, the black and white, if ure to contrast myself and him.
he looks, act, think differently. and if one is to study our ultra different lives, one would ask, hey, is he really your brother.
yes. we fought alot. not juz verbal. but physical as well.
and im mightily guilty of almost all those times we traded punches.
for a long while, i couldnt stand the sight of him.
i hated him to the max, especially during when my stupid juvenile phase was at its prime.
i couldnt accept him, as he really was.
perhaps, i wanted him to be like me.
but i realise, that hey, the least i could do is to accept his differences. and yeah. he has his good points too. one thing about him, which i dont have, is the fact that he is able to connect more with my sisters. a quality which i still, admittedly, lack very much.
he may not be academically inclined, but he has his own talents and interests. and music is certainly one of them. even though he finds studies a chore, i can see he actually work hard to master his musical interests. and rite now, he would diligently train himself in playing his electric guitar (he saved up himself to get himself one) and rehearsing his drum sets.
ppl, including me once, mistook his disinterest towards his studies due to utter laziness. but, perhaps, he wants to lead his life his own way, and that is through music. at the very least, he had the initiative that get what he wants by working his ass off for it.
i dont really talk much with him, lest for those sessions where he will piss my momma off, and then, i will get mad.
and i do wanna change tt. even if it means i haf to blur down my fuckin high ego. but its not gonna be overnite, thats for sure. perhaps, his stint in the army will make me closer to him.
he is to report at tekong this 6th dec. yes. the army. mcm abang dia jugak.
and ill be there to see him off, but not without a proper running down on what to expect down there the night before.
im not expecting him to excel much, but the very least, i want him to come out of the BMT in one piece, alive.
for all our differences and conflicts, this fact still remains, i love him, and he loves me too.
for he is my brother.
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