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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.Eve

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 we

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..                             

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 k

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

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 charg

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 pa

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.

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 w

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 m

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

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.

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 t

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

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 peo

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 &

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 f

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

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.