Showing posts from 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.

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.

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

tak puas..a brief but fun time with Sara..

             Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha to all of you viewers. My lovely Sara with  Famila and Kazimi came back for raya.              It was a brief two days visit, but very happening, so much so I forgot to snap more photos to share with you my regular viewers..                             She has changed so much in about 7 weeks since I last saw her.Dah boleh cakap..and cakap banyak pula tu..Woke up very early and slept in the wee hours..The first nite she slept at 345am.went into other rooms  saying hi to everyone..adoi...    Famila as usual spent lots of time in the kitchen helping me with the cooking, while Sara is looked after by my third..Faten Allia.I sneaked into her room once and saw Sara dancing to a song, or just lying in bed watching Upin Ipin..Relax nya dia..                                Lepas sembahyang sunat hari raya, posing sat di ruang tengah rumah..               With a small ball in her hand, her eyes watching what her mum is doing..entah apa dalam


         They say she is the bank where we deposit all our hurts and worries. They say she loves her children even when they least deserved to be loved..          They say a man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best , but his mother the longest.. They say this , they say that about this special human being...and no one argues about it..          I came across this poem and couldnt resist to post it here in my blog dedicated  for that very special woman......mak.! A mother's love is something that no one can explain-- It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain.  It is endless and unselfish and enduring, come what may, For nothing can destroy it  or take that love away. It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking. It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns, And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems. It is far beyond defining,  it defies all