Footsteps Of My Shadow

Its 4 a.m in the morning and I am awake due to someone's alarm clock and couldnt go back to sleep. With little time I have, I decided to salvage the old 1TB hard drive from the storage to see whats in it.


Quite surprised with myself when I browse the contents. First there is a huge collection of songs since I was in high school.  (high five Past Self)


Some of these classics include my personal favorites like Soldier of Fortune, Knocking on Heavens Door, Sweet Child of Mine, Untitled, and I Got High. Yeah, they were high school songs, so what? They still live in me. The 90's generation music is much better than the current ones like Baby by Justin Bieber and Friday by Jessica Black.


YES, I'M A 90's KID. 


Next are the videos, there's still some embarrassing recordings of assignments from the Third Language subject. They are reminders that I should not be in front of a camera. Then there are some of the local UiTM events like singing/ competition, battle of the band etc. There are a lot actually but this one is my personal favorite.







But the real piece de resistance is the games collection. Some of them are Counter Strike, Need For Speed Underground 2, Red Alert 2, Worms Armageddon, and Deus Ex.


Granted they are of low quality compared to today's games but they are the best classics, especially Counter Strike. Most of gaming cyber cafe would have this game, and kids would spend hours playing it.


Too bad there are no pictures, I remembered I removed them to be transferred to another drive just in case of malfunction. Thats good, it saves me from looking at embarassing pictures of myself.

A meeting with the past.

In the land of the frozen time, I took a trip down to the memory lane and tried to turn the hands of time to go back to the past. I wanted to see my students and my wish was granted, though not all of them could come.

A few days ago, I went out with a couple of my former students from MGHS. The last time I saw them, they were 14 but now they are in Form 4. Amazing how fast the time flies. They seem to have grown up a bit but surely some old traits remain unscathed.

A total of of 11 people were there but only eight of them were my students. The others are friends of the same school. They are Nazira, Nadia, Fatin, Sheera, Herlina, Madihah, Janna, Mimi and Yun.

These kids.... well, they are still kids. Hahahaha.. I still remember Nazira, Sheera, Intan and Shera talk a lot in my class but they are smart kids. Nadia and Mimi on the other hand like to bicker at small things. I still remember one time Nadia said that she wont talk in the class at all, but 5 minutes later she burst like a machine gun.

These students of mine are so close with each other and maintain the relationship though some of them changed schools. Nadia here went to a boarding school but returned to MGHS few weeks later. 

They are so close, they called themselves "Avogadro". The only one I know by that name is a famous chemist/physicist but that's about it. 

After all this time, they still like to bully the teacher. I was made to play bowling, though I was really bad at it. Most of the time I got the gutter ball. Most of the time we just hung out, and talk. Twas a day to reminisce.

To my other students, sorry you guys couldn't make it. We had a  great time. To my Form 1 (now Form 3) students, good luck in your PMR. Will be rooting for you girls.

Thanks to those who showed up, you girls make my day. Lets hang out some time if when we have the time.

***Pix by Nazira***

Read it Like its Hot

After finishing the stint at TV9, I moved to New Straits Times (NST) and started my intern there for two weeks. It started on 9th January and ended on 20th January.

It was a whole new experience. Its very much different from the TV station.

I learnt quite a lot, just a bit sad that its only for a short time, wish I could be there a bit longer..

Anyways, I got my byline. To tell you the truth, it articles wasnt the whole me. I worked with a senior reporter, Minderjeet Kaur. I just wrote a bit..

Anyways, the article landed as the main story on the front page.

Playing ping-pong with a baseball bat

I still remember in my Jets class, we were thought to write as we speak.

Yeah right. If I write like how I speak, most of what you will hear is 'nasi lemak'. But thats not the point here.

Broadcast journalist is very much different from print journalist.

In broadcasting, we have to limit our speech and script as to not take too much time, whereas in print they can write for as much as their editors let them.

While we are banging our heads on the monitor trying to economise our words, they are losing their hairs thinking what else to say in the articles.

There's another problem I just noticed.

Since I mostly use Bahasa for writing the scripts for TV, I kept asking myself "what the *&%@ do they call this in Bahasa?" 

I'm pretty sure when I go to print, I'll ask, "ape menatang haram ni in english?"

I'll only talk on the language part, because thats the one bothering me the most, and for the fact I don't get enough anchovies with the nasi lemak here. *grrrrrr*

All in all, its fun working here. Though the hour nearing the news slot kind of hectic and desperate.

ICDC Podcast

Melaka- Podcast. The fun way to know the stories behind a debate competition.

Adderly Shaharudin hosted the session with Noel Meldan, Faris Farid and Alif Zulkefle. Together, we talked about ICDC and some other things. However, there are some profanities. Thus, listen at your own risk.

Independence Cup Debating Championship (ICDC) was recently hosted by the Universiti Teknologi Mara Kampus Bandaraya Melaka (UiTM KBM) Rhetoric Club to promote debate and celebrate independence.

Link: Podcast