Thursday, 29 December 2011

Beli cream kat Bee Farm...

                    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..

                                  He showed us what it was like in the beehive..picking out a honeycomb..awesome to see the structure of the honeycomb...subhanallah..such small insects can build such a strong structure ...

                                Suhail nak tunjuk terror. Masa ni I was far away..takut  ! !

                Products of honey displayed on the tables. Wild honey is believed to have medicinal values.Even stated in the quran..We even had the opportunity to taste raw honey from the honeycomb..sedapnya...

                Macam biasa orang perempuan bukan boleh tengok saja.So satu cream, 2 small bottles of honey, bee pollen,altogether RM 130...terbang..he he...


Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Taman Anggur Perlis...minta rasa sebiji pun tak bagi.....


           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..

           Ingat Sara saja teringin main pondok2...Orang tua pun nak juga. Myself on the wooden steps pondok..teringat kecik2 dulu...

   Look at this..semua deep purple grapes hanging within reach..Minta sebiji from the girl who guided us there , tak bagi..kedekut sungguh.Pergi Cameron pun boleh try those strawberries masam...he he.
   Grapes need lots of sunshine. I saw that the shoots were evenly secured upwards to the catch wires.

                   These are green ones..tak masak lagi...banyaknya grapes.. the newest agriculture product of Perlis.


                                                    Under the canopy of grapes...if only my son Khazimi and fiancie Raihan balik lewat sikit sempat la kesini sama2..mesti best..

                           Myself posing dekat pokok anggur..Tak bagi rasa sudah....

     What I regret most is the information we got here.The girl .(.our tour guide ) did not know her stuff. Stammering ja bila jawab..cari lah yang boleh bagi info yang lengkap sikit....

     Next, follow me to tempat menternak lebah di juga tau....


Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Perlis herbal Forest...

                 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..

                                              ce ce,..posing dekat pintu masuk..

    Upon reaching the main gate we were given a small cup of air misai kucing. The lady said it can cure kidney problems..

     So many small huts for you to sit and relax...It was so cooling here..maklumla banyak oxygen..lots of big trees..

                                                   Jungle trekking la konon...

                                        Famila looks so excited..Sara mana ?

                                           Plants I have never seen before

                                    My son Suhail, relax..on the benches provided..

                                       Famila and hubby Kay...sempat lagi na..

                                   Another rare sempat pula read the name ..

                      Sabah Snake Plants can cure cancer, sore throat, gout, and kidney problems.

                   My turn to sit down.. Adoi letih juga...belum pun cover the whole of 12 hectares of the area...maybe kasut tak sesuai kut...pretended to look cool when my children snap a photo..

         jum follow me to the grapes farm my next post la..

Monday, 19 December 2011

apa punya mak..

      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 dapat gaji, kita beli.."
      "Mak , masa tu dah dekat sangat nak buka sekolah, jum lah pi beli la ni."
      "Faham dak mak kata, la ni mak tak dak duit lagi.Nanti gaji la."
      The daughter gave up. She went to a bench nearby and sat down qietly. Muka masam .

           I bought a scarf. A nice one to match my blouse. Coincidently at the counter the same lady was there too, holding a very expensive looking dress ! !  so she did buy the dress ..tak payah tunggu gaji pula..? ?

           Moral of the story, sometimes just because we want something , we neglect another thing that is even more important ..Kesian Lin, nak kena tunggu gaji baru dapat baju the car on the way home, the incident berbekas jugak di hati...betul lah kata nabi..perempuan ada sembilan nafsu tapi hanya satu akal...


Friday, 16 December 2011

Good one by Patrick Teoh...

    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 hours on the fields under bright sunlight flying our kites, without worrying about the UV ray which never seem to affect us.
      We go to jungle to catch spiders without worries of Aedes mosquitoes.

      With mere 5 pebbles (stones) would be a endless game. With a ball (tennis ball best) we boys would ran like crazy for hours.

     We catch guppy in drains / canals and when it rain we swim there.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually worry about being unhygenic.

    We ate salty, very sweet & oily food, candies,bread and real butter and drank very sweet soft sweet coffee/ tea, ice kacang, but we weren't overweight because.......


    We would leave home in the morning and play all day, till streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day.
      We would spend hours repairing our old bicycles and wooden scooters out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem .

      We did not have Playstations, X-boxes, Nintendo's, multiple channels on cable TV, DVD movies, no surround sound, no phones, no personal computers, no Internet. WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

     We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and we still continued the stunts.

We never had birthdays parties till we were 21
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and just yelled for them!

     The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

     Yet this generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 40 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned

              HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL !

And YOU are one of them!


You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids,

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

PS: -The big type is because Long-sightedness or hyperopia at your age
. he... he....


~ Patrick Teoh

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

again again and again until they give in...!


                   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 around the house until the time he goes to further his studies, tapi kerja di umah mana syok kan..
                  I remember when I got my MCE result , others applied to further their studies, but I went to the Education Office in Kangar , nak minta guru sementara..before I could get a permanent one.

                   When I met the officer in charge ( Cikgu Malik )at the Education Office in Kangar , the first words he said was " memang ramai orang minta nak jadi guru sementara ni, bukan awak sorang je, nantilah. balik dulu ada kosong kami panggil."

                    I went home, looked at my siblings' faces.I know I couldnt afford to give up.The next day I went again at the same time, just to make him remember my face . This time he said , pointing at the letters on his table..

                   "Tu tengok tu surat2 atas meja saya tu, semua tu surat budak2 macam kamu ni minta guru sementara. STP pun ramai..Kamu ni SPM saja..kalau kamu di tempat saya kamu nak bagi kat budak STP ke SPM ? "

                    Masa tu muda lagi sangat2 .tak tau nak jawab apa.. went home lagi..Sampai umah, my mum asked ..
                   " Macam mana ? depa kata apa ? ada harapan dak dapat guru sementara tu? kalau dapat lega la sikit"
                   I wanted to tell her what the officer said tapi tak sampai hati, so I said to her..

                  " Esok depa suruh pi pulak, hari ni tak dan nak sembang. depa sibuk "

                  The next day, at the very same time 230 pm , I was in front of the officer. This time dia dah ready. He put down his pen immediately when he saw me and said..

                   " kamu ni bersungguh2 na nak kerja..? "

                    Suddenly I dapat semangat baru my mind I said kalau tak dapat pun sudah but I want to say what I have to say today...

                    I looked at him in the eyes and said loud and clear..

                    " Encik , sepanjang Encik jadi pegawai di sini ada dak budak lain seumur saya ni yang mai minta kerja ni tiga hari berturut2 ?." and before he could say anything I continued...
                    " Memang saya ni ada MCE saja. Compared dengan surat2 atas meja encik tu. Tapi saya ni lain sikit dari depa tu, saya ni anak sulung yang kena bela lagi 5 mulut di rumah.. ayah saya dah mati 3 tahun dah... Hari ni saya akan tunggu di sini sampai encik kata betul2 tak dak kosong guru sementara tu baru saya balik."
                 After that I could not continue another tears dah lebih laju dari hujan di luar office tu...
                 He did not say a word, he got up and was gone for about 10 minutes.. I did not move an inch from the chair in front of his table..

                Then he came back and said to me..

                 " Ok la Maznah, kamu balik dulu, saya janji esok saya bagi jawapan.. Tak payah mai esok na, saya akan bagi jawapan.Tulis alamat kamu di sini.."

                 He kept his promise, the next day an office boy from the Education office came looking for me. In his hand was a letter ..suruh I pergi kerja as a temporary teacher di Sek.Keb.Kuala Perlis...starting the very next day ! !

PS..Cikgu Malik, if u can read this , I am sorry for bothering you masa tu.Bukan I suka pun pi kacau orang tapi I had a responsibility that nothing in the world could stop me doing what I did then...


Tuesday, 13 December 2011

buat suspence saja...

    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 ward swung open...
    Scroll down…..

    Then Ah Soh, the part-time Friday cleaner, comes in and unplugs the life
support system so that she can use the vacuum cleaner!

he he he..

Monday, 12 December 2011

1 X Monei..Monei...( you read satu kali Monei ..Monei) mcm lagu sifir la..

       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
                                          2 X  2....4....and so on and so forth...

         One boy ran to her mum nearby who was 'busy' gossiping with another lady. Then said.
          " Mak mai sekupang ? nak beli sotong gulung. "

         Masa tu sotong gulung was the best thing in the world for us kids. squids rolled up , red in colour,masam2 manis, ada rasa macam it was grilled. sedap gila punya..sold at 5 sen a piece.

         The mother ignored his nagging.  Mulut pot pet telling stories..

          The boy got very impatient. " Mak , nak sekupang beli sotong.." This time he was pulling the sleeve of her mum's blouse..

           "Mak cepat la, nak sekupang nk beli sotong.."

           I looked on with interest, wonder how long the mother could stand the nagging..

           Suddenly the mother pushed him away, shouting..

          " Ish , kacau sungguh budak ni, pi baca sifir nu, esok nak peksa.. Pi...pi ! ! "

          The boy gave up. I thought the story ended there.It didnt. the boy joined his friends but read a different table altogether.. He shouted loud and clear....

          1 X Monei ..Monei..

          I had a good laugh because the name of the mother  was  Monei.. ! !   !


Saturday, 10 December 2011

love at 8 years old ?

            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."
            Semua tersipu malu.someone pointed to the girl near the middle row.
            "Teacher, Bibah pandai nyanyi, dia dok nyanyi selalu dalam kelas".
            " Ok, Bibah , mai depan teacher nak dengar Bibah menyanyi.Mesti sedap kan? "
            The girl named Bibah ignored my request, buat tak tau ja.Then she pointed to the boy who mentioned her name.

              "Teacher suruh la Boy, dia selalu dok nyanyi kat awek dia.."
              "Sapa awek dia? " I was getting excited for no reason..
              "S A L I M A....." everyone shouted...

              "Yang mana Salima? " I asked.
              One girl said, " Tu yang ikat tochang dua tu." pointing to a sweet girl near the window.
              "Teacher, teacher, Boy kan dia tulis surat cinta kat Salima."
              "Ha? pandainya Boy. Mai teacher tengok? " Because I was smiling as sweet as the girl ( perasan pula ), Boy rasa confident.
              He confidently handed me a small piece of paper, a little crumpled, must have been torn out from the excercise book.
               On the paper some blurry words were written, spelling mistake here and there. It read...
               "Salima, kami suka hangpa, tapi hangpa suka cakap dngam (must be dengan) Nabil,Nabil tu bondo ( bodoh kut ).Nanti kami akat (angkat ) gen (gang) pukui dia "
               I didnt know whether to laugh or be serious...I looked at Boy and said..

               "Boy suka Salima kan? " answer...

               "Tak pa,kalau suka jum nyanyi satu lagu untuk dia, semua orang pun nak dengag"

               Without hesitating Boy went to the front of the class and started to sing.I terkejut macam nak pengsan.He sang a song made popular by Sudirman ( masa tu Sudirman was the top singer in Malaysia). face full of expression and as he sang he looked at his sweetheart...

               "Ku meniti awan yang kelabu...."

                It really touched me......

                This is true love..! !..I couldnt say anything...Speechless,.. as I heard the boy sang his heart out with the pitching and tempo out...but when looking at his expression , semua kelemahan tu hilang...

        I looked at his dream girl Salima. She was smiling from ear to ear, one hand trying to hide her face.Yet I could see one eye looking at her hero doing his one man sweet....


Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Teringat buah keriang...

         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 staff room...depa pun teringin juga..

      About 500 meters from my house there was this man..Pak Hamid ( not his real name ) who sold keriang everyday during the fruit season. .He would wrap the keriang in banana leaves and carried them in a basket around the village.
      Sometimes my brothers would try to climb the keriang tree to get the black juicy keriang. Belum sempat panjat dah kena rotan kaki ..Satu masalah, dia suka berbuah di hujung dahan.Dahannya pula rapuh. Sikit je silap langkah boleh patah..and peraap....finished...
   One day we waited for Pak Hamid to buy the keriang.Tunggu punya tunggu, punya tunggu..Pak Hamid tak timbul-timbul..( tiru dialog P Ramlee dalam seniman bujang lapok ).

      The next day we got the bad news. Dia jatuh pokok keriang.They found him under the big tree, one hand still holding a plastic bag of keriang. He was dead. ....! !

    This is pokok keriang.Mostly found in the northern states of Malaysia. I am drooling just to look at the keriang on the tree.I wonder di mana la ada di jual buah ni lagi...anybody knows??


Sunday, 4 December 2011

Kain dalam cikgu luruh..!!

   "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 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 semak bacaan , dia dok baca buku cerita na." and ...bedebab, once more a big one kena my belakang.
     I got both , malu and sakit..She threw  my story book out of the class. I looked at the book flying over my head..kesian buku tu tak bersalah.
    I will never forget that incident.Shame on me..

    27 years later when I dah jadi cikgu, and got transferred from SRKSM to SKSP, I saw her in that school. Of course la, my cikgu bah Melayu way back when I was 8 years old dulu . She didnt change much except now she is wearing glasses.

     I was passing by her class one morning.She was writing something on the board. She did not realized I was standing at the door of her classroom.
     Suddenly I noticed something on the floor. Her petticoat was there lying around her feet. She did not know.A few girls were gigling away now.

      "Cikgu, kain dalam cikgu jatuh, " they were saying .The boys were pointing and said." La kain dalam cikgu terlondeh.."

      I knocked at the door and said." Kak xxxx, tu kain luruh.."
      Tersipu2, she picked up the material,and turned to her pupils.
      "Awat hangpa tak habak kat saya ?
      I said "depa pun baru nampak  cikgu."
      "Nah cikgu ambik beg plastic ni , masuk kain dalam tu .boleh pi salin..mai saya tunggu sat kelas cikgu.."
              The next morning in the staffroom I heard her telling the others about that funny story.When she saw me she laughed even louder.

            " Nasib baik Maznah mai masa tu, kalau tidak saya boleh terjatuh tersangkut kain dalam saya."

        Everyone laughed...In my  mind I was thinking back macam mana dia tabuh belakang I dulu.But she was my teacher, if I were in her place maybe I would do the same kerana marah..
        Been a long time since I last saw her in SKSP. Wonder what she is doing now. She retired long ago..Wish you all the best Cikgu . Moga cikgu terus sihat and panjang umur..Amin..


Tuesday, 29 November 2011

cakap la... cakap...!

           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"
              I got all the information I need. She came from Perak. Father  worked in the army. A retiree now, kerja kampung . Living in the kampung nearby..

               I looked at her old report card from her formal school..Mampuuusss, her English marks was 39 in the last exam. I have a small group of  illiterate ones. Now this one although not illiterate, but the look of her marks showed I have to really geared myself real hard to help her pass in the coming exam.
              Days went on, she was the most hardworking girl I have ever seen. did her homework on time.mistakes banyak, but never asked anything.Did her corrections regularly..Only one particular thing was lacking.She did not speak at all.She only nodded and shook her head...and of course she had no friends..kesian tengok dia.Everywhere she was the canteen, at the lab, even in the class she preferred to sit alone.

Saturday, 26 November 2011

What goes around comes around....


       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, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tyre. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

    As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told
him that she was from
St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.

    Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

     He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and
Bryan added, "And think of me."

    He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

    A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.

    The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .

      After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady
could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

    There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have
been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."

    Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

     Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. 

    That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the
money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard....

     She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right. I love you,
Bryan Anderson." 


Wednesday, 23 November 2011

They are human too...

             " 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, dalam FB orang lain berlambak gambag depa tu, I copy je masuk blog.dan kebetulan ada cerita sikit I masuk pi la untuk kawan2 share.I am not a reporter yang bawa a camera wherever I go..come on la.." Dia diam..
            " Kalau hang nak, dekat umah aku ada orang gila yang muka dia tak dak dalam FB, nak ambik gmbag mai la"..he was testing me..
            " Boleh boleh nanti I pi na ? u bawa I pi jumpa dia.Nanti I pi ambik camera I " He seemed satisfied..

            Sometimes we tend to forget, those special people have a very special place di sisi Tuhan.Dosa pun tak di kira. Kita ? what about US ??

            Satu-satunya kata2 Dr Hamka yang I tak boleh lupa ialah : Jangan ketawakan orang yang jatuh, tapi bersyukurlah sebab kita tidak jatuh..

           My friend, take this as something to ponder...


Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Singgit mana cukup nak pi jumpa Ayu...kedekut !

                  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..

      This ever smiling man is always seated along the corridor of Maybank finance.He is there everyday.Most of the time he would be lying down with his face facing the road.It was an empty face with no expressions at all.Wearing torn shoes and terribly dirty clothes, He just lie there amid the people passing by towards the ATM machine nearby. Many say he can speak fluently in  English..

              This is an active one.He really goes brisk walking and tours Kangar town everyday asking for cigarettes from anybody he wants to.Early in the morning at the time I send my son to school he could be seen with his t-shirt on, by noon, he would be only holding the shirt...dah buang .panas...! His father was also like him... often seen him talking to himself loud enough to be heard from a distance.Now the father dah meninggal..Look at the cigarette in his left hand.His favourite spot is near the main road .Right under the traffic light.He would lie down on his side, in the hot sun, smoking , like he is basking on a relax..

                     These two brothers are so loving.The elder brother seldom let go of his brother's hand.Look at the photo..Once when I was waiting for my son in front of the state library, the younger brother approached me before I had the chance to wind up the window screen..

                    "Wei ada jumpa Ayu dak? " he asked me.His brother looked on.
                    " Ayu mana? " saja nak layan...dalam hati takut jugak, but because I was in my car and many parents were there juga tunggu anak2 keluar sekolah, I beranikan diri..
                    " La , takkan tak kenai? Ayu dok di Abi nuh.."
                    "Tak kenai " I said hand nak tutup cermin kereta..
                    " Hey, hey, nanti sat. Ni , Ayu tu tunang saya.Kalau jumpa dia kirim salam boleh dak ? "
                    "Boleh boleh, jumpa saya kirim salam "
                    Then terkejut I, the other brother came near and said ..
                    " Minta singgit, nak beli roti ? "
                     Kesian pulak..
                    I gave each one of them sorang seringgit. Before I could wind up the screen, I heard the younger one said...

                    " Keta besag, tpi kedekut, bagi singgit ja, mana cukup nk pi jumpa Ayu..."...


Monday, 21 November 2011

My dear dear pupils..

       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 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 the things they told me..Someone would say." La teacher tau pasai ni? " or " bestnya teacher habak benda ni.." and so on and so forth...

    Sharing girls stories was the most interesting..Then we would laugh loudly. The boys would feel jealous and started to imagine we were gossiping about them..

    I remember one day I was not feeling well, felt my head spinning and dizzy.When I told them, they would feel very concerned and worried..
    "Teacher pi la rehat dalam bilik guru ada aircond." someone said..
    When I looked at them , someone said " Tak pa teacher, kami tak bising aih. jangan risau"
    Now UPSR is over, the school is closing for the six weeks holidays..long long holidays..They will all go to secondary schools next year...


     These sweet little faces are turning into young ladies... I wish they would remember what I have taught them, those facts of life they were about to face soon..

         I am going to miss you girls, and of course the boys too....Grow up gracefully, grow up to be fine young ladies..
       Remember teacher is always here if you ever need me....  


Thursday, 17 November 2011

look down ...see? nice heels..

     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 course with a lower heels..3" )

                Some ladies love flat shoes , very comfy at short distance but tend to bite you heels in long distance as though you are walking on nails..too flats are not that comfortable sometimes.not enough padding to hold your weight. ..

              A few years ago during school hours... I heard pupils shouting " Cikgu....jatuh"
Everybody rushed to the scene, a young lady teacher in early 30s was lying on the floor along the corridor to the canteen.Her feet still twisted with her heels on.

             Her face twisted in pain, "adoi adoi, " holding her foot.
Since she was quite big ,a few teachers had to help pull her to her feet.A pity , she couldnt stand.So the ever  willing men teachers carried her to the bench nearby.Someone called her husband to take her to the clinic.         
     It was her first day to try to wear heels to school ! .Bad experience.No more heels after that I think.
     I have seen ladies with blue veins on their legs just because they love wearing heels.Wearing ill fitting shoes may change the structure of your feet even,high heels can even harm you with backpain,or when u are chasing a public transport is it worthwhile to wear heels ?

    When you are no longer young it is advisable to wear sensible shoes for good support.Sometimes it looks funny to see an old grandma staggering to look good in heels..
    One thing , shoes do move in circles.Just look at what my teacher ( the shapely lady in pink kebaya) was wearing in the late 70s in the photo below.She was wearing wedges ! !..and for all you know wedges are back and hot now..!


Sunday, 13 November 2011

Mr Khor and his invisible eyes's tale..

     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 never paid attention to my teacher teaching in front.( Kalau anak murid sendiri tak bagi perhatian ...marah, dia dulu pun sama..ha ha).

       One day Mr Khor was showing something and suddenly my friend Norjasmin ( now a staff nurse at Kangar General Hospital) said,
       " Sir tak nampak ! "
     Mr Khor looked at her and said.
       " Tu la, Norjasmin , you are so short, why did you sit behind Maznah? Afterwards change places, you sit in front, let Maznah sit behind you instead."
       He turned his back and started writing on the board.
       My best friend Lye Chun who sat near me said..
       "Maznah slide down, nanti you nampak short, tak mau you pindah tempat, tk best la macam ni. Cepat la, cepatla.nanti Mr Khor tengok."
       Fast as lightning I slided down slowly. Kaki saya terjulur ke depan ..Yes I looked shorter now. Lye Chun smiled. Her thumb up...!

      Then Mr Khor turned .Suddenly he looked at me. Put down the white chalk he was holding and said..
      "Class, let me tell you something, you know, teachers are born with two invisible eyes at the back of their heads.Although I turned to write on the board I can still see what is happening behind me." And he stared at me long and hard....Adoi..malunya..
      I have no choice but to tell the truth.
      "Sir saya tak boleh duduk belakang2. nanti tak boleh bagi perhatian.. tak pa la sir saya duduk sini na? na?"
      He did not say yes or no, but since that day I always avoided him . Malu sampai la ni..walaupun salah tak seberapa..
      Suddenly now I jumpa dia pula dekat jogging track... kena tegur la every day.
      "Good morning sir. , Hi sir, lewat hari ni sir? nak hujan la sir...bla bla bla..."
He was very friendly, keep on asking, tak kerja ke. mai jogging on weekdays..
      "Tak kerja lagi sir, I am a retiree now, just like you. U mind I join the club? " He laughed..
      This morning I took his photo and he shouted..
      "Ai, nak tayang hndphone baru pula? ambik gambag saya.."
      " Handphone lama sir, saja nak ambik gambag  cikgu saya yang paling pandai bercerita..."

      He smiled, his wife smiled too.In my heart I know he has forgotten that particular incident , although it is still fresh in my mind....he would be pleased if only he know I also used to say the same thing to my pupils that teachers are born with invisible eyes at the back of their heads...he he

                                                   Mr Khor Phay Sam my science teacher....
                                                      Still fit and strong..Long life Sir...

Friday, 11 November 2011

Awat la roti kamu jadi warna ni ? ?

      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..." It went on until the process was finished. One from each group  copied down the recipe on a mahjong paper to present to the class at the end  of the lesson.

    They learned a lot of cooking terms that day which include cut, slice, spread, chop,mix, mash, peel, arrange, garnish, sprinkle,dip,squeeze, etc etc..

    There you could see sapa yang pernah tolong emak kat umah and sapa tak pernah..The way they hold the knife,some did not even know how to peel the onions, yang pandai tu berlagak la tunjuk kat kawan2..

     The best time was of course the makan time. I judged which was the best group with the  best presentation, also of course yang paling sedap la..So ada la cenderamata yang teacher kena prepare bagi to the winning group.
     Seronok tengok everyone makan what they have prepared themselves. Nak tergelak tengok ada yang over with the garnishing sampai you could hardly see the sandwiches.Hidden among the chillies and lettuce.! !

     Some letak mayonaise terlebih sampai meleleh-leleh...and the bread of one group turned brown . When I asked " Awat roti kamu jadi warna ni? " The whole group laughed.( maybe the chopping board used was ...adoi...hard to say..he he.)

    It was a satisfactorily lesson. The next day, I gave them some word maze .Where all the letters were jumbled up and they have to circle the cooking terms found and rewrite them with meanings in bahasa Melayu..


                         Gambar2 ni hiasan saja tau....yang budak2 I buat lagi cantik tau..ha ha..


Thursday, 10 November 2011

Lori kamu ?

          "Today I am giving u your report cards. Take it home , let your parents see it. Sign , and then bring it back to school tomorrow. Please put them on my table first thing in the morning."
          Everyone took their report cards. Looked at their marks. Some giggling with each other comparing their marks. Some just stared at the figures, saying nothing, while a few others did not even bother to see, took the cards and kept it in their bags.
          " Now you know your marks, I hope you do something about it. Concentrate on the subjects you are weak in, but dont neglect the other subjects too."
          I read out the marks of those pupils who failed in my subject (English ), asked them to bring forward their papers and started to explain why they did not score in any particular section.Those who really need attention will be called again during extra classes. Those who excelled were given more sets of questions to do as homework.
          The next morning , all report cards were on my table except one .I went looked for him and asked.
          "Where's your report card Fazli ? "
          "Terlupa teacher " muka sengih2 macam tak bersalah langsung.
          "Bring it tomorrow. Kecik2 dah lupa.Tua macam teacher tak pa juga."

          The next morning the card was on my table, but something was wrong with the signature.I called him to the staffroom and showed him the report card.
           "Who signed this report card ? "
           " Mak saya sign teacher."  talked with his face down.
           I looked hard at his face.

           " Fazli, tell me frankly.jangan tipu saya.Who signed this? "
           Diam...His hands pinching the corner of my table.
            " Ok, mak kamu sign ya? jum kita pi rumah kamu.Saya nak tanya pasai apa signature mak kamu macam budak2 tadika , or you want to tell me about it."
            Tears started flowing down his cheeks.Tu yang buat saya jadi lemah...Adoi.
             "Jum kita pi sembang di kantin."
             He followed me to the canteen, keeping his distance quite far away..
             I ordered two glasses of iced milo.
             " Ok minum dulu, lepas ni kita cerita "

            He drank his milo in silence.
           " Ok , now tell me sapa sign report card kamu tu."
           Still not showing an attempt to answer.
           Then I went straight to the point.

           "Ok, why did YOU sign the card? mak tak tau ka keputusan periksa dah keluag.?"
           " Saya terpaksa sign teacher sebab kalau mak tau saya dapat markah rendah dia nak hantag saya duduk dengan ayah.Saya tak mau."
           " Ayah di mana? " He started crying again..kesian nya hati saya.
            " Di Pulau Pinang. Dengan perempuan lain."
            "Dia dah kawin lain ?"
            He nodded his head. I thought for a while. Then touched his hands.
            " Macam ni Fazli, kamu ni bukan lemah sangat, cuma malas.La ni kamu cuba bagi pass dulu 3 subject ni, bagi mak nampak biru semua.Merah ni memang menyakitkan mata tau." I tried to joke.Dia tak gelak pun..
            " Saya tengok apa yang saya boleh buat. Ok ,benda ni akan jadi rahsia kita.Tapi teacher nak kamu janji , penggal depan kena lulus semua "
            " Dah tak mau susah hati lagi.Hari Sabtu ni ada class tambahan, jangan ponteng pulak "
            Baru nampak muka senyum sikit..and he went to class with a smile on his little face..kanak2 kesian..
That was years ago.....

             Last Ramadhan I bought a watermelon at the stall by the roadside. When I bargained for a good price, the young man said,
         " Tak payah tawar lagi teacher, harga tu paling murah saya bagi kat teacher.Tempat lain tak  dapat harga tu. "
         I looked at him, and thought " Di mana la saya nampak muka ni, so familiar.."
         " Kita pernah jumpa ka? " I asked him.
         " Amboi teacher lupa dah kat saya.Fazli la." He smiled.
         I gave a big sigh...
         " Fazli, ya la ..minta maaf, teacher makin tua, Lupa..kamu anak teruna dah, handsome pula tu.."
         Dia gelak terkekek2...
          " Lama dah meniaga tembikai ni.? "
          " Lama juga teacher, boleh la cari makan sikit2."
          Then a big lorry arrived with loads of watermelons.Fazli stood up and said...
          " Tak yah bawa turun semua, yang lain2 tu bawa pi nat esok."
          "Pekerja kamu ?"
          He nodded...
           " Lori kamu ? "
           " Ya teacher...." His eyes meeting mine. With a stammer in his voice.
           " Alhamdullillah. Teacher suka sangat hari ni.Kamu dah ada lori , dah boleh berniaga dengan senang.Dah ada pekerja sendiri ."
           I patted him on  the shoulder.
           " Baguih2. Fazli .."
            I opened my purse to pay for the melons.
            He pushed it aside.
            " Tak payah la teacher. Takkan la saya nak minta duit teacher untuk 2 biji tembikai ni.Nah saya sedekah ja."
           I felt tears coming out, I couldnt continue another word.
           Went to my car with my eyes blurred.From far I heard him say..
           " Teacher, mai lagi na, "
           I waved my hands to him and said ..
           " No problem, tapi tak mau free dah lain kali."
           " OK TEACHER...." he shouted back..
           Ya Allah,Mudah-mudahan dia terus berjaya mengubah kehidupannya . I started the engine and drove off with my heart blosomming like the hibiscus in my garden...