Merry Christmas!

Its third day of Christmas so merry Christmas everybody!

There’s nothing much this year’s Christmas. I went to church and that’s it. And as usual, we sat at our usual seat. Seeing our comrade (people who sat next to us last year) sat at the comfortable seats downstairs make me jealous. Damn if only we were a bit earlier. This year’s Christmas, it was full moon! It’s been a long time. The weather is especially nice this year. It was sunny, windy, everything that I want. Even today, the moon looks especially beautiful, it makes me feel melancholic.

Actually we have family days for my dad’s side on 26^th but I didn’t go. I had stomach ache. Or maybe I don’t have. Well. There were only three of us at home. I thought it would be quiet but the neighbouring house has been karaoke-ing for few days nonstop now. Geez. And their songs are always the same. Now, it’s a little quiet. I guess they need to rest their voice after all.

There’s only four days until new year 2016 and it makes me happy that I don’t need to go back to my IPG anymore but at the same time I am sad because I will be jobless. I don’t even know when the interview’ result will come out. I miss Ipoh.

But whatever it is, Merry Christmas! Que sera sera. Whatever will be, will be! 

blessed Christmas guys

~taya~xoxo

Sweet Revenge

I grew up for a while in Labuan when I was little. My father was a navy so we moved a lot. I went to kindergarten there for a year and at that time there were only 4 of us siblings and I was especially close with my older brother. We were basically bestie and go everywhere together. Well mostly because I forced him to bring me or else I will cry nonstop. In our neighbourhood, there were this pair of siblings like us who came from Sarawak. I remember the brother’s name but not the sister’s and his name is Fabian. I recalled that we don’t get along well but since we were all among the same age and live together in the same neighbourhood, we played together sometimes. My brother and I had another best friends who was our neighbour and they were called Along (sister) and Angah (brother). We get along very well and the mother always gave me food. But that’s not important.

Like I mentioned, that pair of siblings from Sarawak (from what my memory serves me) was a bit arrogant and proud. Maybe it had to do with something about seniority of who had lived longer in the neighbourhood. I don’t know. Maybe or maybe not. They have many friends. Every evening we would play together at the playground nearby, but on this fateful day, I don’t know what happened, Fabian and us got in a fight for I don’t know what reason. The sister also joined the fight, and I, being the good little sister that I am, saw a glass bottle nearby and quickly reached for it and threw it to the sister’s head. After that, my brother and I ran as fast as we could for we feared for our lives. I thought I heard the little sister crying. *chuckle* eat that Itch-Bay!

And since that incident, we never go the playground again and we were practically a loner for a while until we found our new circle of friend again. Kids being kids huh.

Almost christmas

~taya~xoxo

Of relationship and friendship

It is never easy being in a relationship. In faithful relationship at that. I’ve been cheated on, once, and since that incident, I’ve been building my relationship carefully to avoid myself being hurt again. The first time was enough. Although I was a kid at that time (the tender age of 16), the feeling of being cheated on hurts like a bitch. I don’t ever want to feel that feeling again. Also, you know when you broke up with someone, you also broke up with his friends? That also happened to me which sucks because I actually like being friend with his friends.

I was so grateful that my best friends were there with me when I got through the “mourning period”. They actually understand me even when I don’t say anything. I hate it when people pitied me but my best friends knew exactly what to do. Like for this one instance, we were walking down this corridor when my best friend suddenly spotted my ex-boyfriend walking at the other side of the corridor, he pulled me in and put his hand on my shoulder and pretend that we’re couple. I was shocked but I was so grateful I think I cried a little. (And yeah, my ex and I were schoolmate and my best friend was a guy, and he has girlfriend at that moment so get over it.)

Since that incident, I always put my friends first before my boyfriend. Like I always told my friends, “boyfriends come and go but best friends last forever”.

But of course I love my boyfriend (really, I love you). We’ve been together for 6 years now. I know one day, if God’s willing, we will get married. But who knows what will happen in the future right? I’ve heard story, some couples who have been in a relationship for 9 years or more eventually broke up. It makes me wary of my own relationship. People say faithfulness is very important in a relationship, I know that, but humans are weak. People change every day. I am not the same me 6 years ago. But as far as I’m concern, I will hold on to this relationship

As cheesy as I may seem (I got Goosebumps as I am writing this), I really truly hope that this relationship will everlasting. Maybe in 4 or 5 years’ time, I’ll be writing about another entry about us getting married, yeah? Only God knows. 

~tayaldo~

 xoxo

Catching Up

Hi folks. It’s been a while since I wrote (well technically typed) in this blog of mine. I’ve been busy. Now I am not, since its school holiday. So let’s catch up writing before the year ends.

So basically, I’ve been through a lot. With the sudden change in the IPG system where we (the semester 8 trainees) were to finish our studies in just about two month while struggling with our Action Research (AR) and final examination (we should finish everything before September ends!), the emotional turbulence knowing that we will be finally finishing our 5 years and a half studies in a very short time and say goodbye to classmates, like come on! We should be finishing in November not September! I’ve got a lot on my plate, at the time I felt so regretful choosing this field of study. Everyday it’s like “fuck this shit, I’m going home” saga. Nevertheless, I persevered. Completing my Action Research report was a huge relief.  I did well in my final exam, considering that we have little time to study (and my laziness), so I guess everything went well. I even went to Langkawi for holidays before going back to Sabah for good. I’ll write about that later on.

After I went back to my place, I went for my internship at nearby school for two months. It was awesome! I missed Sabah Tanah Air Ku! Although it’s a little bit awkward teaching in your mother tongue. You know, I am so used to speak in “semenanjung style”, I struggled for at least two days before finally adapting to the school culture (it was embarrassing really). That’s what happened when you spent 5 years and a half in west Malaysia. *sigh*

I also went for my interview on 23th November. I was so stressed out because I only have 5 days to prepare everything. It was not even holiday still. I got so pissed off when I saw post like “preparing for interview, nervous” like for fuck sake, your interview is on December and mine is in few days! But I managed, I think I did well in my interview, there’s slightly glitch but overall I think I did good.

And now I am at home, doing nothing. Waiting for interview result. I hope I got early posting. One can hope huh. I am thinking of searching for part time job. I am broke and I will not have my monthly allowance anymore. So sad. I guess this is the reality now. 

lots of time

taya~xoxo