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Love is like a house, it doesn't have to be beautiful, it doesn't have to be luxurious, the most important thing is that we're happy in it.An Encounter is a Coincidence, Separation is Destined, Life is a Reality & Death is a Certainty.Friendship is like a promise made in our hearts, it can't be written, it can't be read but it will never be separated by distance and will never be changed by time.

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Thursday was my last day at KIAS. I got many hugs, a lot of presents, a few tears... I'll miss my colleagues... Kak Su, Kak Ina, Kak Yah, Kak Ti, Kak Ha... I'll always be thankful to Sir Rahman for giving me the opportunity to teach at KIAS. I guess I'll still visit them from time to time but it just won't be the same. I never knew I would love teaching so much... I'll treasure these past

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Today is the closing ceremony for the intensive Arabic and English course I was teaching and my students were going to present English Oh English... they've been practicing so hard for. The girls were so excited and some of them couldn't wait to get on stage and perform as this was the first time they were doing choral speaking and they were anxious to see the crowd's reaction (many of the

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I had this makeover because I was feeling lost and lonely and I wanted people to fuss over me. It worked! I went back to the university feeling less lonely and much happier :)

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English Oh English… Chorus (Group 1) Arabic is the language of the Holy Quran Malay is our national language but what of English? What is English for? In a typical English classroom, English would sound like…. Chorus (Unison) Everybody speak in Malay. Solo Teacher: Please speak only English in my class. Chorus (Unison) Silent Solo So… quiet… we could hear a pin drop in here… Chorus (Group 2) Why

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With my namja chinggu, Thomas Kim Jun Hyun when I was in Korea... We lost contact when he went for military service... tangshineul nomo pogoshippo...

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I couldn't believe I actually managed to finish a choral speaking script for my English class. Thank God, I thought I would never finish in time. At first I wanted to do something about ghosts and I spent half of last night surfing for ghost poems and ghost stories but then I couldn't think of a suitable ending with moral values for my script. When I was about to give up, I stumbled onto the BBGS

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My sister and I got to see Mariana Ochoa and Carlos Torres. From left, me, my friend and my sister.

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In my freetime I proofread theses, dissertations and I also do English-Malay, Malay-English translations. Those who are interested can contact me at my e-mail address for further information (on how to submit their theses, time allocation, payment particulars etc). I'll post a sample of my work later when I have figured out how to navigate around the blog.

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Here I am, sitting curled on a chair in the library starting a blog in my last week in KIAS (Sultan Ismail Petra International Islamic College) after unsuccessfully trying to find a choral speaking script for my classes' graduation performance this Thursday. I spent the weekend marking my students' finals and the highest mark is 84% while the lowest is 11%. My sister laughed at me and told me if

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