11-11-110

Today is the 11th day of the 11th month..
It's been 110 days I didn't see you..

Happy 11th of the month bb... :)

*Umarmungen und Küsse b*

ich kann warten von tag zu tag für dich ...

2 thirds of my sleeping time

I always thought that statistics is cooler than calculus. There are always new research especially in social science that you can check out from many many journals. Or sometimes they just publish it in the papers and Prof. or Dr. can give conclusions and comments on it (when the ones who did the real dirty jobs are Research Assistants). I had some gigs as a Statistician. From Raw Primary Data to real conclusions and inferences. I keyed in every data, I could comprehend or predict the outcomes.

For tomorrow's tutorial, I decided to create my own Tutorial questions rather than selecting from the text book. When I was brushing my teeth earlier, I thought of examples that my students can relate to so that they will remember hopefully for the rest of their lives. I stumbled upon an interesting fact. Nielson did a study and found out that the average time per person spend on facebook.com is 4 hours and 39 minutes. Sheeishh.. That's almost 2/3 of my sleeping time. Now I can understand Ikhwan's FB status a few weeks back (He is not an FB fan hehe).

The semester will be ending soon and as usual, I will have this weird feeling. Yes. Its called sedih but happy. Happy that I did my job and carried out my responsibilities not only as an academician but also as a big sister. Of course sad. Sad that I dont know when I will ever see them again. Will they remember me or apply whatever I have taught them. Scared. Hope. Hoping that they will be a successful person one day. I dont really mind if they forget me. Knowing that they have achieved their goals in life, I would be the sidelines apart from their parents and family members who will silently share their joy and happiness.

I ended my tutorial paper with this quote:

When you live for a strong purpose, then hard work isn’t an option. It’s a necessity.- Steve Pavlina.

This one is dedicated to my dear husband, Ikhwan.

I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

-Notting Hill

I love you b :)
Get a new phone already k hehe.. nnt nak call camne? I know you are reading :)

get this

I have an announcement...

This is my 500th post! woohoo! Thank you thank you.. (angkat tangan to the crowd)..

Yes, if only I could devote my time to really writing something, say, a novel, perhaps I could publish one already (if its worthy enough to be published)..

I want to make this special. I want to make my 500th post something that is very 500-y. ok.. nothing 500-y comes to mind.

Its a warm sunday afternoon and I just finished my zohor prayers. Its somesort of a lazy sunday. I woke up significantly late and did all the things I had to do. Yesterday Ikhwan shared with me how he cleaned up his house (kudos bb!) and it triggered me to do the same. I rearranged the furnitures in my room and it looks abit spacious now compared to before.

Other updates, starting this month, I am seriously serious about being more serious. I just realized that I am in my LATE 20s.. (gasps) oh dear. But why dont I feel so? apa masalahnya ? I guess its good to feel young and vibrant (ok, you can puke now) since most of the time, I am surrounded with young and vibrant people (my students). sometimes the guess the lecturer's age game would be playing in their minds and the numbers that they come up with could be flattering. of course some knows my real age lah.

I used to start my mornings with '$h!t Im late.. again!' Now I am abit more relaxed and organized. It was my new year's resolution.... back in 2004. haha.

Its good that time is flying fast. Its already november and the year it about to end. Time flies fast when you have a lot of things to do. Especially if you have to travel almost 70 kms for almost 2 hours to get to work in a ghetto area, it can be tiring. But fulfilling and rewarding.

I spend my weekends with my husband (im not used to referring him as hubby.. i dont know why) online, time for myself and for my family and friends. Recharge my batteries as I need to use maximum and optimum energy for work and study.

Today my facebook status reads 'late 20s huh?'

Really... seriously ?

I am thankful to be alive, happy and healthy and I do feel young and vibrant :)
alhamdulillah

practise makes perfect

In Business Statistics class this week, I taught them 2 way ANOVA. I started the class with this,

'Before I start my lecture, I want you to open your hearts, and your minds. Because the knowledge that you are about to download, the Gigabyte is very big.'

They laughed.

After an hour of lecture and watching their kepala berasap, I gave them a take 5 before continuing. The second half of the class, I discussed some examples and only a few could follow.

'That's why I said, you must open your heart.. '
'But Madam, how? My heart is somewhere else?' one guy made a joke.
I played along, 'then my heart will go on la..'

Laughters.

After discussing the answers, I could see some faces who understood the topic and started to explain to their colleagues.

I tried to motivate them by saying this 'It may look difficult at first. Because you are not used to it.. But once your used to it, you'll be fine'

To relate, I added, '...... is like getting married. Your heart must be open, then things will go with the flow.. Of course you're not used to it at first, but with a lot of practise you'll be ok'

Suddenly, the whole class burst into laughters. And I realized after one of them asked...

'Practise apa Puan?'

I turned to the board as I felt my face was burning.

Tang tu cepat pulak paham............... kids!

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...)

tut mir leid b

Sometimes when you connect with a person, no matter how far you are, somehow, he will find you at the exact moment when you are thinking of him.

On Friday, Ikhwan called me earlier at 9pm, immediately after I commented on my friend's photo (picture of their honeymoon). part of my comment was, 'this picture made me miss my husband'. It still freaks me out. sometimes i feel like he has a device that detects these things.

Talking to him on the phone is the thing i look forward to everyday after a long hard day's work. Nothing would matter as I would drop everything or anything just to hear 3 minutes of his voice. We don't have the opportunity to have dinner together but when he cooks, i would cook at the same time and it would make me feel like he is with me, teasing me and telling me how i put a bit too much of sugar or salt... :) Weekends would be fun because we would play games or just chat and catch up on stuff.

When it rains, I would remember the time that he was holding the umbrella for me and hug me cause i get cold easily. After grocery shopping, we would take out the stuff and put it where it should be and remember when the milk and yogurt would expire.

But when there is some interference, connecting to each other is the biggest challenge. No matter how much you want it to happen. Even if you cry, even how much you want to be connected, even when you've tried to find ways and still keep on finding ways, For this, I know that Allah is testing us.

I am trying my best to get to my husband the soonest possible.. for all the interference, perhaps, i can handle it better when i am next to him.. inshallah..

tut mir leid für alles, b..
für alles..

light of love

Nur Kasih.

A story that I just started following recently. Just a few things I dont understand.

1. Why is it so dim in most scenes?
2. Why does Nur always have a cemas face?
3. In the scene where Katrina was admitted to the hospital after the passed out during prayers, why weren't there any medical props? It looked like she was in an empty room playing doctors and nurses.
4. Do we ladies pray with our make up on (at home)?

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.

I have what people call [SYNTAX ERROR]

When you have faith in someone but that person keeps on letting you down but somehow you know that he can do it however at the same time you are tied with responsibilities and protocols stuff. what do you do ?

See, this is my challenge for this semester (one of the many challenges). My instinct says and believes that Student A will ace my paper. I've seen how he/she works in class. But we are obliged by rules. Student A comes to my class whenever he/she feels like it. Despite that, Student A can answer most of my questions better than the others who attends my class.

I spoke to Lecturer X (Student A's mentor), Lecturer Y, and Lecturer Z.

Lecturer Y says, 'Push him/her, teach him/her a lesson. Give warning letter. Bar Student A from sitting for finals'.

Lecturer X says, 'hmm.. I know him/her.. It's that age.. the rebellious age.. but how aa?'

For me, this is one problem I cannot solve... Plus, minus, divide, multiply, differentiate and integrate... I even ln and exponen kan the f(x).... Still... the answer is... [SYNTAX ERROR]

Predicament.

you belong with me

i like this.

taylor swift's - you belong with me.

whenever i listen to this song, i would imagine myself strumming the song and singing on stage. with a curly hair and a white dress.

she's cute :)