Bits & Pieces of Me

                    Our last destination is the Bee Farm , next to the Grape Farm..It is not a big farm really, but its enough for my children to see and learn about this unique insect..                      The friendly beekeeper took us around and explained in detail about how he runs the farm.                  Lots of beehives .Just imagine how many bees there...and imagine lagi...if all the bees attack you...ha ha..                  I saw that the bees are not confined there, but they can roam freely collecting nectar from the nearby virgin forest..                 ...

                     Perlis has tropical monsoon climate.generally dry from January to April. Now in Perlis we called it musim timoq..where its cool with the wind blowing real strong..At night kena la pakai blanket now.Tak payah aircond musim ni..sejuuuuuk...          So they say besides Harum Manis, grapes too can grow well in Indera Kayangan...memang betul la. tengok la sendiri..Jum...                           This cozy area is for you to rest after you finished exploring the farm..                     Little Sara enjoying main pondok-pondok...outside the canopy of grapes..         ...

                 Yesterday I had the chance to explore some interesting places in Perlis..Dah lama teragak-agak nak pi, ni baru had  the opportunity.                  The first place we went was Perlis herbal Forest in Batu Pahat.about 7 KM from my house.Dekat je..                                  It was opened to public in 1999..dah 12 years dah.Established by the Forestry Department, it serves as a living museum for a large variety of plants of medicinal values..The famous ones are Tongkat Ali, Kacip Fatimah, Selasih, daun sembung, Derhaka Mentua, Sabah Snake Plants, Mahkota Dewa..banyak lagi tak terkata..            ...

      Recently I had a chance to spend some time surveying on some baju pengantin .My son nak kawin somewhere in March next year..because Perlis offers much lower price than in KL .       At one of the boutiques I saw a young mother and her daughter ( about 11 years old.) The mother was looking at some glamorous dresses. Harga boleh tahan mahal . As she was flipping through, the small girl said.       " Mak tak yah la beli baju ni, mahal, baju Lin tak beli lagi.Dah dekat nak buka sekolah ni. "        The mother kept a deaf ear...buat tak tau ja.keep on selak baju tu baju ni. I like to see this..whats going to happen next..       Lin as she called herself kept on persuading..       " Mak , jum la beli baju sekolah Lin..Jum la.."       The mother turned to her girl and said...       "Nanti la dulu, tunggu mak ...

    The article below was written by Patrick Teoh in his blog "Niamah!!".      To All those Born in the 40's, 50's , 60's & early '70s...      First, we survived with mothers who had no maids. They cooked /cleaned while taking care of us at the same time.      They took aspirin, candies floss,fizzy drinks, shaved ice with syrups and diabetes were rare. Salt added to Pepsi or Coke was remedy for fever.     We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.      As children, we would ride with our parents on bicycles/ motorcycles for 2 or 3. Richer ones in cars with no seat belts or air bags.     Riding in the back of a private taxi was a special treat. We drank water from the tap and NOT from a bottle.                   We would spend hour...

                      My youngest,  Suhail just finished his SPM and was so eager to go find a part time job...So he and the gang went to those fast food restaurants and tried their luck in vain..                    Yesterday someone called from the hotel nearby, so off he went started his work ....around 5pm. It was an annual dinner going on, so he was terribly busy until 1230pm.!                    I read what he wrote to his friends on FB ".kerja ok, tapi lenguh kaki giler...tak boleh duduk langsung .berdiri all night long.."                    No one force him to find that part time job, in fact I like him to help...

    Subject: Strange Happenings In A Hospital .....      There was this case in this hospital's Intensive Care ward where patients always died in the same bed on Friday mornings around 9am regardless of their age, gender, medical history or condition.     This puzzled the doctors and some even thought that it had to do with the supernatural: Why did death occur at that same bed around the same time every Friday ?     So the doctors decided to go down to that particular ward to investigate the cause of the deaths. Come Friday morning , everyone at the hospital ward nervously waited for the terrible phenomenon to occur again. The new (unknowing) patient laid there.     Some doctors held wooden crosses, prayer books and other holy objects to ward off evil...and they waited. 8am , the patient was still alive... 8.30am...still breathing...     Just before the 'cursed' time, the door to the wa...

             Suddenly I remembered this funny story  to share with all my loyal visitors to my blog..I was about 11 years old then . in standard 5.                One day my mak cik took me to her friend's house in Bintong, about 1/2 KM from my house in Telok Kachang. ( Sorry I have to stick on to the old spelling of the word Kachang as spelled dulu2 he he )..          It was around 6 pm then. All the children there were playing on the road. Remember I told you cars were scarce  masa tu ?              Well a few kids were palaying 'cikgu2' .One big sized girl was teaching mathematics. I heard the boys shouting their tables   ...1 X  2....2                          ...

            It was after break. I had to relief a year two class. Their class teacher was at the clinic.Caught flu. A few of them were whispering when I appeared at the door.            Someone said ." Aik teacher Maznah ? " They were puzzled why I was there instead of their teacher.            " Asalamualaikum."            "Waalaikummusalam teacher."             "Ok , la ni pelajaran apa sepatutnya? " purposely I just asked.             "Muzik, teacher." someone said.             "Teacher suka muzik.Hari ni nak dengar sapa pandai menyanyi dalam kelas ni."           ...

         Dulu on the left side of my house there was this pokok keriang.It was a big tree indeed and so tall with lots of keriang. My kids maybe tak tau pun apa itu buah keriang.Keriang are a little smaller than black berries. And if you eat them you cant hide it because your tongue will turn purplish black too like the buah keriang.         In those days there were lots of keriang around the village.They were sweet and tasty. I love them., but so hard to get them because the trees were tall and my mum was really against the idea if we try to climb and get them..      . In my class masa tu there were a few kids who sold keriang in school.They put the fruits in banana leaves made into a cone dan di semat dengan lidi supaya tidak jatuh. Satu hanya 5 sen..By the time we got back into class after recess, semua orang senyum dengan mulut warna purple..and semua gelak.Kadang2 cikgu2 pun makan di...

        "Ok semua buka muka surat 25 .Mat Akhir baca dengan kuat dan jelas." The voice of my cikgu Bah Melayu  giving instructions.It happened when I was in Std 2 .I remember this one very clearly because....you will know why at the end of this post..Keep on reading.          Mat Akhir stood up and read. I was then looking at some beautiful pictures in my story book in my desk. A beautiful story of some princess.             I thought no one was looking because everyone was concentrating with Mat Akhir's reading. I look up, my cikgu was standing facing the board..He he selamat.So I continued reading 'my' story book..bukan semak buku teks B Melayu  ...!       Suddenly I felt 'bedebab' on my back. My cikgu was standing behind me.Awat la I tak perasan dia lalu di tepi I tadi...      "Amboi na, orang suruh sema...

           When I entered the class I saw a new face sitting at the corner . With her face down, she hardly looked at me.When everybody stood up to wish me good morning, she just stood up with a blank face.La awat pula  ni..kes tak mau bercakap pula.              Then I asked her to introduce herself. No words.              "Your name please ? "              "Nor Aini." adoi jenoh dok perembang telinga...almost whispering..              I thought of asking where she came from .What was her last school. Where is she staying , father;s occupation...I changed my mind.               " Let me have have a look at your personal file" ...

       ..        One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.     Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.      He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.      He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."      Well, all she had was a flat tyre, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, ski...

             " Oi hang dah tak dak idea dah ke sampai tulis pasal orang tak betui tu dalam blog hang?"             Someone ( a good friend ) called me , because I wrote about those special people in my latest post. Terkejutnya saya.             " La, depa tu bukan orang ka?" I asked.             " Ya la banyak lagi benda boleh cerita yang lebih bermanafaat dalam blog hang tu " He insisted.             " Lepas tu siap ambik gambag depa tu pula.he he. hang tak dak kerja lain ke" and he laughed like he has heard something very funny.             So I pun buat jawab sambil gelak2.             " Look , Perlis ni kecik ja, dala...

                  Always I would  talk about common things, about friends, about love ones, about my pupils and things like that.Today lets change to something else..I am going to talk about some special people in Kangar town. A small town where I live where almost everybody knows each other...So guys come to the smallest state in Malaysia and see what I have for you today..                   People in Perlis Indra Kayangan are sure familiar with these people .They are seen daily measuring the streets in Kangar. They are not aggressive ..They dont harm anyone .Sometimes its quite interesting to see them, how they behave and how people stare at them sometimes..                           ...

       I thought  it was just a blink ago that I walked into that year 4 classroom and met each an everyone of them.. Just like yesterday I was standing in front of the class teaching them...Now they are all growing up so fast right under my eyes..       In 2009 they were so innocent, but now I could see many of them are not so innocent anymore...They are turning into beautiful teenagers now..      I tremember talking and chatting with them everyday, be it at the canteen early in the morning before the bell rang, or at many other opportunities..I know quite a lot about everyone of them..no secrets at all.They liked to tell and be frank ..Then I would advice about so many things..from how to take care of those flawless young skin they have, to how to look after themselves when they have this young girl problems..      They would open their eyes wide when I told them that I've been through all t...

     Talking about shoes, it is a never ending topic for ladies. Looking back I must have spent a lot on shoes. Shoes to school. shoes in the evenings, shoes for brisk walking, to the market, shopping, for kenduri. Different shoes for different occasions. etc etc..Shoes shoes shoes.    I think now fashions give us shoes as decorative objects not footwear..and expensive too.So many types to choose from, be it ballet flat shoes,gladiator shoes,wedges, court shoes, pump shoes,boots,heel stilettos,loafers and lots more which I have lost count.         I have seen friends keeping their heels in the drawers and put on slippers instead, then put them on again before leaving the office..  outside the office so stylish...ha ha .perempuan tetap perempuan..      Peep toe wedges the in-thing now, with nice straps to hold your feet.Quite high but quite comfortable.I used to wear this with long skirts..( But of co...

     Well, this brisk walking business has brought me to so many people I used to know.This man for example.Mr Khor Phay Sam. He was my science teacher when I was in form two. He walks with his wife everyday.A tall sweet lady.       This is something that I have to tell you readers. I know you people would say , nakal juga Maznah ni dulu masa kecik2. Yes you can say anything or comment below, but this story about Mr Khor is one story that I would never forget.Maybe it is quite a small incident but I tell you it never left me over the years...       He was a very strict teacher. Before his period came, we would be in our seats like very good students, with our science books ready on our table.       I sat in the front row. Although I was not a short girl at 14 years old, I still insisted to sit in front, for one reason, if I were to sit far from the blackboard  , I would then turn to my novels and ...

          I was teaching about food. When it came to cooking terms it was quite difficult to make them understand such a lot of vocabularies pertaining to that..It was so hard for them to differentiate cut and slice, mince and chop, etc etc..                  So pikiag punya pikiag, I decided to make sandwiches with them.I thought it involved lots of cooking terms in the process.       Everyone was very excited about it.They were divided into groups and all were given tasks as what to bring the next day.     One thing was clear, during the preparation , discipline is number one, or they will blow your head off with the noise.Everyone was talking at the same time..        So,while showing them what to do to make a sandwich, I stressed on the terms used, for example.     " I am slicing the cucumber, S L I C E......