I'm juz too "degil"

I told myself umpteen times, not to put my bag at the shoe rack while opening the door but i kept telling/reminding myself not to forget to take my bag after opening the door cos if it happens, i will be crying over the stupid/careless act of mine.....

And for the first time, it happened after 3 mths staying in dis hse.

My hands, arms, shoulders and even fingers were engaged carrying loads of stuff and it was dificult to open that gate and my eyes were soo sleepy. Can't wait for that door to open, i juz dumped my stuff on the floor and my MY HANDBAG WHICH IS FILLED WITH WALLET, CAMERA, DIARY, AND ALL THOSE IMPORTANT STUFFs was thrown aside on the shoe rack.

Gate n Door opened.

Carried all those paper bags into the house, locked the gate, closed the door and threw myself on the bed and back to my dreamland.

2 hours later

A strong knock on the gate and door.

Irritated by the knock. Thought someone playing a pranked or someone juz dun understand the meaning of 'disturbance". It disturbed me very much dat i decided 2 juz open the door and questioned the knocker wat is his/her problem.

Suddenly, a woman standing right infront of the gate showed me my handbag, which was left opened on the shoe rack.

and at that moment my heart almost stopped.

OH MY GOD...the first thing that came out from my mouth...

I ran to take the key, my whole body shivered....The auntie asked me to check whether did i lost any cash, i checked.... wallet is still in, luckily i did not bring any cash accept 2 bucks. I checked again, camera is still in..Phew..luckily handphones were in my pocket all along.....

and i checked again, it seems it wasn't touched......I thanked the auntie many times( I assumed she is my neighbour) It was a great relieved that it wasn't gone and nothing in the bag was stolen....

To think back Im surprised, the area which is well known for drug addicts, naughty children (who took fancy slippers from ppls home although it cost u one dollar), well known for robberies, snatch thefts, and my bag was safely home at last.....

But one thing for sure....I was and I stil am really really grateful that it was found by A VERY NICE AND RESPONSIBLE, HONEST NEIGHBOUR.......It would be really lovely if every single person on earth is like that....(then police won't have work to do) :P

now, i can't remember her face, But i will try to find out :)

And really, with God's will, the bag wasn't victimised or else it would have been kidnapped....
(and no more no more putting bags on that racked ever again)

perhaps God blinded the eyes of those people who will have the intention to take what's not theirs... (as quoted from zura)

Most importantly, he saved me from depression, worries and sadness......

Thank God.......Phewww.....

VICTORY

AT LAST ... AKHIRNYA.....FINALLY......

after donkey months....perhaps more than a year..AT LAST MY handphone BILL is less than 100...to be precise 76..Im juz too excited that I had to blog bout it.....YAHOOO...

Ok peeps..in the meantime..enjoy ur coming weekendz....

p/s = Bistro Delifrance, an upgraded version of Deli I think..it was finally opened after renovation at JP... I dunno how long it has been opened..cos have not been to JP for Donkey Weeks or Monthss..... Who knows this restaurant have chains of it and Im outdated bout dis tingy..Pls tell me if u see it other than at JP....

The point is, it was a nice change, instead of choosing the food at the counter, they had menu and food are served....The ambience were almost like a candlelight dinner as the lights were dimmed But Too bad NO music played.....

Most importantly The choices of meals are much better and greater plus it taste good....(lil bit expensive tho)
And plus, a treat from him make it MORE DELICIOUS...hur hur hur

Try the fish and chip next time.....or if u are not under severe weight control program..Try the cakes..N tell me how does it taste :P

After wasting so much time on this instead of Doing more important stuff...Came out with this bungalo...My dream Home ...SPend hours designing it haha But Only to realise that..IT IS ONLY A DREAM HOUSE D.R.E.A.M


Front View Side View


watching Tv Corner Chit Chatting Corner

Wonderful Wednesday

A very bad habit day... A last minit day.... A lazy day... A tiring day...

The bad habit virus has attacked me again today...Doing things really last minit and ended up running here and there to get things done.....

As usual, it was robotics day. So we brought the girls to science centre to do they robotic stuff....As i was watching those girls programming their robots..i felt real intimidated haha....Cos at such a young age 9 to be precise, they were doing programming like wonder kidz like a profesisonal progammer...

They really amazed me especially with their robots moving according to the path drawn in the playfield.......I don't even know the names of some of the stuff they used......I tink we ought to make ourself as advanced as them haha so in future if they ask..aniting..u know what are they toking about haha....

My bed is in a total mess...Mum took out all my clothes from the wardrobe...(apparently there were a stack of unfolded clothes) will do it during my free time so i thought stuffed it in the cupboard to make the bed more pleasing to the eyes...

Neh..not to mum haha but at the moment..I think im tired to fold those clothes...Any maids around for free????

Or perhaps juz dump it at the side till im really free hur hurhur.....

No worries..once married emmm perhaps it won't be the same...Insh'Allah hehehe...

Hey u guyz got to trust me :P

Dissapointed

Upon shifting to the new house at Commonwealth, I realised my handphone "tarak" network....and the problem prolonged till now. I have to stand at the door or near the window either infront or at the back to use the phone, And if i were to place my hp in the middle of the house or in most of the area at hom, NO one could reach me although the Hp is On...Isn't that irritating...
The current provider could not do anything so THE BEST WAY IS TO CHANGE

AND IM GONNA CHANGE TO SINGTEL...cos i believe it covers most of the area....Before that, had to check with anyone using Singtel whether do they have the same problem in my house....

So my current provider GOODBYE FOREVER hur hur hur

Mcm real jek haha....

Warning Warning Warning

Car is a burden haha..unless those who are earning bak pepatah tak habis makan...

I realise the system "no deposit or small deposit" isn't beneficial at all....In fact, in the long run, it might be a great burden....Unless U ARE PAID VERY HIGH.....cos when u decide to sell the car, the finance co will ask u to pay back a 5 figure sum......Killer...

So moral of the story

Buy a car if u tink u really really can afford

GO FOR CAR SHARING AT CITY SPEED kwa kwa kwa.....

Bear with me

Haha u got to bear with me if u see too much of those dream homes..Well sapa yg tak nak rumah besar kan kan kan kan...Tapi utk masa kini angan angan sahaja haha
Those pics adalah courtesy of game SIMS....kerja ku sekarang bila free n utk release stress Buka SIMS2 dan buatlah rumah sendirik...kononnya design rumah idaman ku...





Bila ku tgk meka-meka punya blog yg ada gambar rumah meka-meka.....mcm tak sabau lak nak ada umah sendirik...bez sungguh ada rumah sendiri.....kan kan kan kan....lagi bez kalau dpt duk umah bungalow cam pat gambar gambar rumah idaman ku ini kwa kwa kwa.......

Tapi sekarang jauh sgt ku pikirin...sekarang yg harus dipikirin adalah Bila Ku mau Pergi Itu kursus??? kengkawan ku, anak sedaraku yg akan kawin later then aku sudah habis pungz..isk stress sungguh pikirin ini kursus....kalau tau siang siang pi...Tu satu hal....paspot ku lak habis october ...isk pokai aku 300....Kalau tak buat kang kena halau pi Mesia...Kalau buat alahai...kena sacrifice tiga latus...haiyo..Baru berangan nak guna tiga latus itu utk JOLI haha.....

Lagi satu dipikirin MCM lama sungguh aku nak slim melim ni haha....mcm nak vakum jek lemak lemak di badan....kan bagus kalau jual SELF LIPOSUCTION for $10 dollars
hur hur hur....

The Pain has made a comeback

Another dream home :P

It's monday blues again....

Juz now for the first time ever (perhaps it is nothing new), I saw a tudung makcik driving a bus..Wohooo..Powderful..she looks macho haha.....Cool beb....

It is so irritating when U got a lot of things to do but when it is your free time, u juz don't know what to do..And when u get back..U realised there are so many things to be completed..Arghhh

THe car Issue is still bugging me.....never ending issue....

Something interesting and informative to share...

During last week Forumn Perdana (ehwal Islam), This particular ustazah was mentioning about the basic rules of communication....She mentioned that as a muslim, infact as a human being, it is wrong to ask personal questions such as their "salary", "background", and the most interesting part is asking your frens if u meet them on the street "kamu dari mana"..Reason being, some ppl dun want U to know where are they from..And they had no choice to LIE..so u caused the other party to LIE.

.so the bez part is DUN ASK ANY PERSONAL QUESTIONS....

SO in future let say u meet me or ur frens..dun ask me "eh Kau dari mana? nak pergi ke mana"
Juz say..EH how are u? How's school? how's work Blah blah blah....OR hey wat a suprised...hur hur hur..If u have no other subjects perhaps tell a joke hehe he (lame)

So get the moral of the story???

Another Dream Home of mine..."in my dreams" at the moment haha... 

anti Klimax

Cet....I thought all my clothers were ironed..It wasn't afterall...Only a lil bit..Hey but im still grateful they did clean my atrocious room....

However I still feel it is best when the owner itself do the cleaning .... Reason being, when others clean your stuff...YOUR STUFFS MITE BE MISPLACED...worst..thrown cos it seems like rubbish to them....

So apparently, my stuff were really really "dibongkar" and rearranged EVEN MY DRAWERS ....and i can't even find my handbags..and the books in my bag was TAKEN OUT AND PUT in A DIFFERENT BAG....so when I had to go to Mendaki in the morning...it was chaotic...i was practically, messing up my things to search for MY BOOKS..cos those books have never been taken out from that bag COS IT IS MY MENDAKI Bag......Sigh...

Can't complain afterall....

Anyway I had to rearranged back..cos my stuff were really really scattered all over the cupboard and had to do a thorough search for my stuffs....I still prefer my stuff to be placed at the usual place.... : )

Luckily they did not touch my study area or else im gonna scream at the top of my voice..

Moral of the story...

when u are cleaning someone's place..Juz rearrange their stuff but not moving their things to other places.....

However..

Still grateful cos they changed my bedsheet :P

I dun mind employing them next time PROVIDED IM THERE to supervise
Hur hur hur...

The starting of the Week = Ending of the week...

My Dream Home....


Today was the starting of school week..And of course the 2nd last day of the week haha..I love today..... :P

Since I started teaching in dis school where the students are very well versed in English rather than the mother tongue, I had to juggle with two languages, had to translate hence my Language were rojak, a mixture of Malay and English, Every sentence read or mentioned in malay must be translated....So at times, trying to explain to them some difficult words mite be difficult..
So this lil kid of mine commented that my english was very poor cos she always see me speaking both in English and Malay at the same time and some words are not easy to be translated....
Of course I don't use bombastic english words, I used simple english for lower primary in fact some of their words are more bombastic than mine haha....

I laughed and replied..."Kalau awak semua faham bahasa Melayu 100%, tak payah saya cakap ong putih dgn awak semua tau" Anyway it wasnt a tensed conversation,

"pst but I admit haha im very sure their English is better than mine if we were to sit for our "O" levels together" Ooopss..haha...

Today was a clumsy..day..emm shld i say clumsy or shld I say, dreaming day....After school, as usual, i head straight to my Tutee's place....After 2.5 hours, at last, it ended...On the way to the MERT, suddenly I made an abrupt stop in the middle of the pathway cos I felt something got into my left eye..And I scratched and pinched and do whatever I could to make the "thing" get out of my eye..After few minutes, I CAUGHT A RED ANT ewww small one though..That left my eye swollen and red due to the aggressive rub.....

As I was too concentrated trying to figure out wat was in my left eye..the train came...and I realised I have boarded the wrong train when I reached Woodlands....And Had to waste that precious time travelling back.....

Upon reaching home, I was caught by surprised when I saw my room WAS SPLENDIDLY CLEANED and MY CUPBOARD WAS ARRANGED AND THE BEZ PART was My clothes were all ironed...

Hur hur hur...

U know who's the kind soul who did this???

My cuzin's two maids who were paid 20 dollars for it he he..Pitied the maid...Too much work for a pittance.

Newae she did it willingly..How I wish there were more kind souls out there hehe....

to be continued..

Thks to those who sent their condolences...However, my condolences too...to Shade cos that is her Paternal Grandmother....

My previous entry I mentioned that I had to stopped halfway because, I think I was a bit scared..Cos the cuzin of mine whom i mentioned who was "possesed" was right behind me sleeping....So ....juz can't bring myself to talk about it at that moment...as It was a bit scary though..as the mum juz told me the whole story....Pitied her as dis is her third time being possesed and yesterday was worst I heard...and when she came back to my house she looked really lethargic....While she was sleeping, I can't deny the fact that I was a bit scared even during my sleep...I kept waking up at the slightest noise....So when everyone went back home after sending my cuzin to my house which was around 3 am....I played the Al Quran MP3 cd in my laptop...Since it was in MP3 format, I had to play it in my laptop..Hence my laptop was on the whole night...(in case that thingy is still inside)

Ppl say, do not be scared cos this thingy can easily enter a body which has a weak heart or anyone who are scared with all these things....However, being a normal human being, there will be a little fear in me since, i knew that these sort of things look real ugly and scary plus they have eery screams.....

IT was more scary when my cuzin's brother told us that he saw that thing behind one of our uncle who was trying to chase that thing out of my cuzin's body...that thing even spitted on him..and scarier,, my uncle spitted back..Does that mean he saw that thing spitting at him??? or he felt being spitted....

However, at the end of the day, it is really saddening to see her body all bruised, the effect of being hold tight and sometimes slapped to chase that "thing" out.....

Apparently, she was possesed in school but it wasn't so bad...and without realising, that thing followed her throughout the day....So when she arrived at the funeral where "Surah Yasin" were being read, the "thing" could not stand it and decided to react in the middle of so many people...Luckily, our uncles and cuzins are well equipped with the necessary knowledge to overcome such turmoil.....

I've been following funerals to graves..It wasn't long ago since followed the group to the graves......I prefer following because when u see those who have returned to God being buried, u will feel a sense of realisation that it can be anytime anyday that we will return to God.....Imagining how does it feel to be under the ground all alone......

SO while the sons and grandson were slowly bringing the "jasad" into the grave, I saw a familiar name engraved on the tombstone juz beside where I was standing....After few minits, I realised it was our late Cikgu Harun Gani....2/8/2005, after "sedekah Alfatihah" my eyes went round and realised that every day, there are at least one person who returned to earth.....and beside my "late aunt" grave, there were many more digged out to prepare for more.....And few years back I remembered, while the Ustaz was reading the "talqin" he mentioned that it can be anyone of us who will be the tenant of the few graves that were prepared....

The world is temporary afterall....

Traumatizing Nite

It was Singapore's 40th Birthday...And it was also my aunt's last breath in this God's world....
She lived in Karimun with her daughter and sons and granddaughters and grandsons..In short, her family....However, her siblings are all either in Malaysia or Singapore...she was also born in this "Tanah Melayu"....and God has decided to take what is his back to his earth in "tanah melayu".

From the hospital, I didn't follow back to her son's house, the house where the funeral will take place...I decided to go back and wash up and finish my stuff and stayed there overnight...However, mum said i can juz come tomorrow morning..... So I did my work as soon as possible..

However, at 2 am, i was told by my cuzin that another cuzin of mine got hysteria again...The whole house was chaotic for a few hours trying to get that "thing" out of the body....I guess dis is not the rite time for me to continue...

Till then...

A scrumptuous Lunch

Yeah...Lunch cum dinner for today is done...Decided to juz goreng marcaroni instead of making soup..cos "WOKE UP TOO EARLY to go to the market.."

Dis time round I used "perencah nasi goreng" hur hur hur....
Yesterday taste was diff from today's marcaroni....Cos different perencah mah :P

I seriusly think that I need to go for a proper cooking lessons...either from Future MIL...or take a course on it haha...

Housewife Cries

Haha...the title sounds as if....Im having a hard time being a housewife......
I wasn't having a hard time.(im not a housewife in the first place..).Juz starting to imagine how does it feel to be a housewife....

The only time I felt being a true woman was when mum's not at home and I had to cook for mah dad.....

(when both weren't at home...cooking wasn't a problem....Bread, fruits and instand noodles were sufficient)

Before they went for Umrah, ....
there were some dayz mum wasn't home for dayz and of course being a WOMAN had to cook for dad...and Trust me..IM THE BEST COOK IN THE WHOLE WORLD....when it comes to instant noodles.....

So me and cuzin...at first, almost every day we bought breakfast from the prata stall, lunch from the seafood stall and dinner from the chicken rice stall...(that was during the bright month = pocket still heavy)...then my $$ started depleting...and had no choice but to COOK...

So I shopped for all the instant "perencah" so for a few dayz..I cooked Chicken Soup..and at times without the chicken inside.....Till mum came back...Pheww wat a relief....

And Now..she is off again to KL from yesterday till wednesday....
U can't expect ur dad to eat bread all day.....and buy food everyday....
So I bought this instant "Perencah Bihun" and "perencah Nasi goreng"..
So instead of using bihun and nasi...I used marcaroni......started cooking right after i came back frm school....
within 20 mins my MARCARONI GORENg Using "perencah Bihun" was served......

It smells nice....and tasted not so horrible...BUT THE MARCARONI WAS HARD!!!!! not so hard though....but i should have boiled it a lil bit longer...
Aiyah never mind ah...when i woke up at 11 pm..after having my afternoon nap for 7 hours....>> I realised the kuali was empty...hur hur hur...so my cooking was edible afterall..

As for tomorrow's lunch n dinner, I flipped through my 365 step by step Recipe book....none looked easy to me..So i decided to cook CHICKEN SOUP without the chicken inside.....:P it is still edible afterall... haha... worst come to worst ..juz make my way down to lucky plaza, bro's stall and without shame, help myself with those lauk and packed it and make my way back home again..and TADA lunch and dinner are served... :P Thks bro for opening a Nasi Padang stall :P

Hubs..if u readin dis..dun werry .... My recipe books are piling up..... Will make sure I cooked a good meal for u "hur hur hur"

HOT celebration

It's been years since i celebrated national day in school...During NIE we would just watched performances not actively involved...However, now, since Im back to pri school, those memories flashed back in mind....
Remember vividly how I was involved in the performances i.e a malay dance during pri school and how I fell on the stage while dancing right in front of hundred pairs of eyes....which caused me to BOYCOTT any kind of dance forever.....
How i was actively involved in the marching contingent in secondary school......

And now Im back to celebrate national day in school..Dis time round being one of the commitee members in the national day celebration and apparently in charge of one of the station...
I was in charged of the station playing a game called Poison Ball...And trust me...without feeling ashamed of myself THIS was my first time seeing or hearing that game....when others were assuming I knew this game cos it was supposed to be an old game..When i asked the p1 kidz..do they know what is poison ball .. 80% were so excited and of course know what it is in the first place....Anyway interesting findings haha....

And the most irritating part was I was sweating practically every second for the whole 2 hours of the celebration....till My THICK powdered face became a sweaty facey.....With the towel in hand, every second it had to be used to wipe those sweats.....

Wat a Celebration....

And it's been long since I reach the top of my voice *wink* ... u noe wat i mean? my fellow frenz????

A dream come true....

For the entire life....this year was my first time witnessing the fireworks of NDP live...
Some may say "aiyah" every year also got....nothing new nothing great...

But I did feel great....felt like a child...who is easily fascinated by those fireworks....
I normally don't like to go out to watch those fireworks fearing the heavy crowd would spoil the fun...However it is worth the trip once in a while.....

It was so beautiful....Imagine you and your beloved partner watched the fireworks right in front of our eyes..enjoying the beautiful sparkles, beautiful shines, beautiful lights in the midst of the dark clouds... (not with the crowd though haha)

**dad still eat the noodle afterall :P...
see dear? what did i told u :P

A simple want...

He...

He doesn't know how much she idolised him...
He doesn't know how much is her passion towards him..
He doesn't know how much she hopes for his love...
He doesn't know how much she dreamt to be a wonderful wife..
He doesn't know how much she wanted to serve him ...
He doesn't know how much she wanted to be with him..
He doesn't know how much she needed him..
He doesn't know how much she dotes on him...
He doesn't know how much she looked up to him...
He doesn't know how much she respected him...

He....

He doesn't know how much she loves him..

Sign of...
An ordinary woman who simply wants to be loved wants to be showered with love and warmth by a man she simply LOVE....

(read dis somewhere hur hur hur)

Siti Oh Siti.

Sewaktu saya masih darjah satu....Saya sangat lemah...saya tidak tahu berbahasa inggeris..
pelajaran saya tidak bagus...selalu berada di tempat yang terakhir di dalam kelas....

Ramai orang tidak mahu mendekati saya..kerana saya miskin....tidak pandai.....tidak mempunyai perkakas-perkakas sekolah yang lengkap....hanya sebatang pensel kontot...

seorang budak bernama Siti....duduk di sebelah saya....
Dia tidak suka berkawan dengan saya....dia sering menyuruh teman lain jangan berkawan dengan saya.....dia selalu mengambil barang sekolah saya dan menyembunyikan buku saya....kerana mahu saya dimarahi guru.....

saya hanya berdiam...
mak kata biar orang buat jahat dengan kita tetapi kita jangan balas...biar tuhan membalasnya..
semakin hari..siti semakin jahat..selalu berdengki dengan saya.....

semua orang tidak mahu berkawan dengan saya kerana dihasut oleh Siti....
bila saya naik darjah dua...seorang budak menjadi teman rapat saya....dia banyak membantu saya.....Siti masih berdengki...tetapi dia ular berkepala dua....di depan dia buat seperti biasa tetapi di belakang dia menghasut orang lain supaya jangan berkawan dengan saya.......

apabila saya naik darjah 4, saya menjadi pengawas....
pelajaran saya semakin baik....
Siti seperti dulu....

satu hari siti tiada duit hendak makan kerana beg duitnya hilang..
saya memberinya 50 sen..duit makan saya sudah diberikan kepada siti...saya pula yang tidak makan...duit siti asyik hilang...

cuai..

hingga kini dia masih belum bayar...

bila dewasa...saya berjaya...tetapi siti hanya bersekolah sehingga menengah empat....
siti perlahan lahan mula sedar akan perangainya ketika kecil dahulu..dia malu....
betul kata ibuku..Tuhan maha adil....

siti menjemput saya datang ke rumah
dia kata..dia menyesal kerana saya adalah sahabat yang sangat baik....dia merasakan perbuatannya dahulu telah pun dihukum

50 sen sudah lama ku halalkah...tetapi dia memberi ku 100 dolar sebagai hadiah harijadiku...

sekarang....siti sudah berkahwin dan anaknya diajar oleh saya....
tetapi siti masih menyesali perbuatannya dahulu.....

LAME

****perhatian ini adalah cerita spontan yang mengambil masa 15 min untuk disampaikan****
cerita ini telah direka secara spontan di dalam sebuah kelas untuk menyampaikan sebuah mesej penting kepada murid-muridnya yang berumur lapan tahun..selepas satu kejadian terjadi...di antara mereka......mesej supaya jangan mempunyai perasaan dengki antara rakan-rakan***** cerita yang meleret...kerana ketandusan idea...tetapi di akhir cerita....kelima-lima murid itu tiba tiba meminta maaf antara satu sama lain.....

Haha...biar cita meleret biar "mesej" sampai ke tujuannya.....

topik yg tak habis-habis

aku mengeluh.....

apa harusku buat untuk 3.5 jam di kelas ini....

kalau ku senyap...aku akan mengantuk....
ingin membuat kerja tetapi bahan tiada.....

kelas semakin lama semakin bising...kerana semua sedang asyik berborak....ada yang rajin, mengulangkaji pelajaran..ada yang sudah terlalu pandai, sibuk bergosip....

tiba-tiba, seorang murid datang....
dan bertanya....

dalam bahasa Inggeris

"Cikgu.....kamu beragama kristian???"
sebelum dapat ku menjawab seorang budak lagi mencelah....

"tak nampak ke tudung tu??"

"saya orang islam"

dan perbincang tentang Islam dan Kristian dijalankan....bukan berdebat tetapi aku dan beberapa murid melontarkan soalan bertubi-tubi mengenai agama masing2.....

aku mencelah..dan menukar topik....

Kelas masih bising...penat aku menyuruh mereka diam...

kerana terlalu bosan....aku memberi seorang budak teka-teki...
tiba-tiba seluruh kelas mengelilingi aku untuk mendengar teka-tekiku....

Daripada teka-teki "Fuzy Wuzzy" ke "Black magic" ke "bang bang" ke "wat time is it" ke "johnny johnny wush" dan seterusnya....

Kelas menjadi begitu senyap.....kerana semua sedang khusyuk mencuba memikirkan jawapannya....

teka-teki pun habis.....

masa ada lagi satu jam sebelum aku boleh belah dari situ..aku dan mereka berkongsi cerita mengenai diri masing-masing dan apa sahaja cerita yang menarik.....

cerita mengenai islam dan kristian bermula lagi....

seorang budak bertanya kepada ku..

"cikgu tak masuk kristian ke?"

"tak! saya tidak boleh bertukar agama dan saya percaya kepada agama saya"

"cikgu kenal sapa jesus?"

"kenal, itu nabi (prophet) kita..."

"nabi itu apa?"

"adakah ia chaplin?"

"apa itu chaplin"

aku bertanya....

"alah paderi sume sume"

perbincang semakin seronok....seronok berbual dengan budak budak yang bijak-bijak ini...

aku bertanya kembali....(pertanyaan kegemaranku)

"selalu saya dengar setiap pagi, kamu akan berdoa meminta kepada tuhan.... apabila berdoa kamu akan sebut "lord" ...siapakah tuhan kamu? siapakah namanya?"

"namanya jesus...."

seorang budak lagi mencelah...

"eh bukanlah...kan jesus tu anak tuhan......kita ada satu lagi tuhan...yg paling atas."

"oh jadi siapa namanya?"

"namanya lord...iaitu tuhan"

"dia tiada nama yang khusus? seperti nama Tuhan Islam adalah Allah"

"Sebenarnya tuhan kita satu..jesus tu lah tuhan yang lord tu pun tuhan...."

dahiku dikerut lagi....dalam hatiku berbisik...mengapa aku berbincang dengan mereka mengenai hal ini??? Tetapi agak menarik kerana aku ingin tahu kepercayaan di kalangan muda-mudi ini....

dan aku menjelaskannya dengan jelas....

"tapi kamu mengatakan jesus itu anak tuhan..jadi siapa bapanya??? siapa nama bapanya????"

mereka mengerut dahi....tiba-tiba seorang budak muncul...

"alah cikgu....yg penting kita sembahyang kepada jesus, kita belum habis baca kitab kita lah cikgu....nanti dah habis baca saya beritau siapa namanya...."

Seorang budak memberitahu temannya....

"orang islam percaya kepada kitab injil "old testament" tetapi tidak percaya kepada kitab yang baru "new testament"

aku garuh kepala.....

tiba-tiba aku merasakan...aku harus kembali kepada pergas....:)

~tamat~

Drained out

My blood is flowing up up and up and up till it reached the top of my head....It wanted to knock my head so that it can get out but too bad...The skull is too hard to be broken by those Naughty reddish thick liquid ....... (ok dis is a signal for me to stop thinking and GO TO SLEEP)

Im drained....but I think i shld not be complaining hahaha ok dun take dis as a complained..take it as a "luahan hati" hur hur hur.....

Actually, im not tired becos of school...i love school...love teaching in the school im posted rite now...But Im drained becos..after school....I have to rush to tuition..when is dis gonna end man.....And really really hope..once I have my very own family....I will stop giving tuition...It is not a promise or a bet .... but juz a big hope :)......

Starting the day as early as 6am and end as late as 9pm...pheww....It is really squeezing all my sweat ... and fats..... and cholesterol....and calories and energy and all those substances in my super tired body.....

Life in school been great so far..but life after school "no comments"... if there isn't any need to give tuition at this moment I wouldn't mind at all sacrificing those $$$ to save my energy....Gosh when is november gonna be over....!!!!!

and boy...teaching is one job where u can never be free after school...I STILL HAVE LOADS OF WORKSHEET TO SET to prepare them for exams arghh...HOWEVER I STILL luv teaching haha...Ok like I said not much of complains bout school...BUT IT IS MORE TO AFTER SCHOOL....

However, for the past few weeks, after few weeks teaching my lil darlingz.....Every day, my p2 will hug me Five of them in total...will juz hug me and call me "MUMMY"
(and mind you they will shout at their top of the voice calling me mummy)
ewww I felt so old...oh gosh...Do i look that old to be UR mummy??? hey but to think back....It is sweet of them...The bond is so close that they not only treat me as a teacher but also as their mother whom they would love, hug, kiss, respect, talk, joke, ask, cry on blah blah blah...and i can't even bring myself to raise my voice...anyway i don't need to haha cos they are well behaved kidz....(only bit of Manja) .That made me MOre anxious to HAVE MY OWN KIDZ Kwa kwa kwa....

SO now , juz need to add some spice in our lessons...First thing first, DECORATE THE WHOLE ROOM with stuffz....Basically im gonna put malay traditional games at a corner which i would call "sudut santai"..currently i have one in the holding school....but only congkak fill the space....and after lessons if time permits, i would challenge with them a game of congkak....and every recess time..those girls will not miss the chance to make full use of the congkak...Emmm now im looking for another congkak set and batu selembat and capteh and ...emmm aniting got to do with malay traditional games...(any contacts???)

For now...Back to WORKKKKK