Monday, December 13, 2010
we were seeking a place for dinner.
previously, we planned to go and eat at Satay Sri Lanang, Jabi, Jerteh, Trengganu.
but then, we departed rather later than planned, so we ended up being so hungry at Dungun.
it was 2 and a half hour journey more to the place, so we decided to change our plan.
we were searching for a stop-place which offer a good meal at reasonable price. a place after another, I suggested a place called SATE ORI kat Rusila, Marang. I heard about it from my cousin about a year back. it was said to be good and okay.
at first, we missed the spot; so I opened the table for discussion over a new place to dine. however, my father said we could go back by taking a U-turn. so, we found the place and the place was...
Thursday, November 4, 2010
one day, when I fetched my brother, Ahmad, from his afterschool;
Ahmad : eh, rumah mu'allimah Ahmad kat sini ke?
Aku : Mana Ahmad tau?
Ahmad: Tu, kereta macam kereta mu'allimah. (Ahmad tunjuk dengan jari dan muncung mulut)
Aku: Mana Ahmad tau itu kereta mu'allimah Ahmad?
Ahmad: Ahmad cam kereta tu punya sport rim.
Aku: Lain kali, Ahmad baca nombor plat kereta tu, barulah boleh cam.. dan barulah otak Ahmad bergerak..
Ahmad: Kak, otak mana boleh bergerak, kak...
Just now, Ahmad and Ili was playing chess with their cousin, Aqilah
Ili and Aqilah : haaa.. makan... gini.. makan.... check... lari... makan....
Ahmad: Kak, Amni kan... (adik aku f3) main chess masa bulan puasa..
Aku : so? kenapa? (dalam kepala hanya fikirkan chess dikaitkan sesuatu yang mana chess tak berapa digalakkan bermain atas sebab2 tertentu..)
Ahmad: Ye la, bulan puasa...
Aku: ye la, Kenapa? berdosa?
Ahmad: Bulan puasa mana boleh makan, kak amni tu 'makan' bila main chess..
eeee... ada pulak idea budak ni nak kenakan aku yang blurr
Thursday, October 21, 2010
I am so happy because the kiddo whom I cared most won a series of chess games, competing with other primary and secondary school around Kuala Krai district. He was announced as The Winner. I am so proud of him.
Congratulation Wal Ikram!!
and when I asked him how was the game, he was being so secretive. I insisted on knowing the truth, so, he asked me to guess. Seeing him so shy, I guessed him as the One with number One, then he praised me for guessing it right! I was so shocked and felt that if he was a girl, I would shake his hands hard and may hug him .. only if he was a girl! hehe
I just hope he would teach me of some good tricks for my future undertaking. eheh
I was scheduled to join at a 2-day-camp to become an apprentice for my school's chess coach on this 30th and 31st October 2010, something called as "Kejurulatihan Catur". I had only some basic knowledge about the chess, but to play it, I dare not to since I always lost in every single game I played before. I dare not play no more, at least not in front of my pupils. ehhe
Perhaps, Ikram, Aiman and Azri can help me out about the tips and tricks. ehehe But I know, practice makes perfect. If I have no confidence in even playing the game, how am I going to improve? whatever it takes, I shall try my very best! and I do hope, there will be your apprentices as next year's stars.. :D
I just want to say, I am so PROUD of my Ikram. go go chaiyok!!
we'll meet on Sunday and tell me more about the game, okay? ^__^
p/s: when I asked him of what kind of present he wanted, he said I had given him so many presents already.. and I wonder, have I? I don't think so. and he said 'cane' is one of them.. haha
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Kids nowadays are so outspoken about being in a relationship they called boyfriend-girlfriend. Even Ahmad confessed that he sent love letters to his classmates who he claimed to be his girl. Year 2. I always thought that it is too early for youngsters to be so daring in confessing their crush. Obviously this is not love. It is a crush and people knew, crush comes and go just like the wave on the beach.
Anyway, this kiddo, a year 6, whom I care much, claimed to have a boy-girlfriend relationship with a year 5. Hurm, absorbing gossip from so many sources including the boy himself, I found out that he is in a relationship, but shares monkey love. A crush, like I said. Easily break it off and get back together again. No any kind of foundation what so ever. Outer appearance is 99% contributed to such relationship. Children seldom judged inside out as they see what they saw only. Their level of understanding is nearing the abstract level when they are 12 and above. At this rate, they are developing emotional quotient (EQ) which would gear them to their definition of self.
But the year 6 pupils, girls, are saved from this boyfriend-girlfriend, thank Allah. If not, I would be here and there searching for them in case they followed their boyfriends out from school. :D
Technology helped these kiddos connect even easier. They can just text and tell their feelings if meeting eye-to-eye would embarrass them. And most Laloh’s kiddos have their handphones 24/7, except at school. I was rather shocked when I heard this. Even my family, to have a handphone, one must only be a secondary school students, despite their urges to have one.
Rural areas parents trust their children to handle the technology alone at much much earlier time as compared to typical town people. Yes. Rural areas community is more likely to have more money than the townsmen. Due to this, they decided to share their wealth with their children. It is good to have handphones, but parents should have set somekind of rules to be obeyed and followed in using this technology.
I just hope that him and others would be matured enough to not to follow their instinct solely as we all have ISLAM to provide us guidelines to maneuver our lives better for our future because I really care about them.
Yes. I know. I have been neglected my writing since so long. I was down under, living underground of my soul. I was helpless. I was everything but good. I was working like hell, I was happy ungratefully and I was day-dreaming everyday. And not to forget, I was clueless yet done so much of the thinking, sometimes I feel like going nuts.
Back to reality, I am much of an unfriendly type of person, and you will know this only after you knew me for quite some times. I reject people from coming into my life, I don’t know why. People seemed to ignore me once they knew me well enough. May be I am not so much of an interesting person what so ever. Anyhow, I cannot satisfy everybody and I live not for them for sure. I have my own life, my family, The God and also my trust circle.
After I was shocked by the Mr.Em case, I cannot even be close to him no more. Not that he knew of but the me inside me built up something hurtful against him. Not his fault and not anybody’s fault. I am just too hurt that I cannot explain the reason I felt that way. Enough about the Em. He is history, and obviously not a legend. Trust me, he is not. (I don’t think I would remember the cause of this if I read this again next 2 years, haha)
Anyway, the title, A kiddo, is what comes to me into writing. Actually, I was into my pupils. They are so adorable and I am a new teacher. Sometimes, I imagined that they are my friends. And we understand each other. I forgot about the gap since they are just like sisters and brothers. We siblings were more of close friends from being fussy siblings. We live in each others’ shoes.
Them. The pupils. They ease my loneliness of my so far friends. At school, I was quite famous among the year 6 pupils. They sometimes followed me wherever I go. They greeted me with smiles and heart warming remarks. They made jokes for me, they craved for my attention. They loved being close to me and even asked me stupid questions. It was like, so good for me to get so much attention. It is like a celebrity teacher. Haha. Can you imagine how a new teacher should cope with this popularity? I don’t cope, but getting worst. I somehow craved for attention. More and more. Sound stupid? That’s me. Haha. Okay okayy
The kiddo. I was fond of 2 particular pupils. They were 2 good friends, with great character and personality. (I may sound like a pervert here, but I don’t care). They reminded me of my school years. They were famous and good-looking. They were respected by all their friends and they won so many teachers’ hearts. If I were the girls, I will go weak-knees upon talking to them. Believe me, I will. My school years were still fresh in my memory and I had a crush on the Head Prefect. Ohhh nooo!! They were both head of prefect and head of librarian respectively. No wonder I fall for them. The character and personality and also the teachers’ trust made my heart melt for sure.
Damn! No wonder I felt so pervert myself! How stupid!
(This happen because I am single and I can think whatever I want, okay? Haha)
And there were two other kiddos who I want to talk about. One, A*** (I have to hide the name because my year 6 pupils read my blog), was too adorable. He was not handsome or anything cute, but his laugh and smile really break my bad day. Just now, we were discussing over the name of our group. They chose VIP and wrote down as Very Important Playboy without my consent. Upon seeing this, the GB called the Head Prefect who is the group leader, and asked whether or not he understood the meaning. And yes, surely they were scolded and needed to change the group name. (Oh how should I confront GB and fix this bad image which surely carved on my face!!). and A*** said,
“what makes it wrong?” Playboy, is like you play shuffle, you play football, netball, handball, volleyball, dance, sing and everything. We all do play, right?
And I was like….
Guffaw!! Over this. Seriously, when he said that in Malay, and with his innocent look and wonder-looking eyes, it made my heart giggles. I laugh that I could not let out a cry but only tears and saliva. Hahaha.. it made me laugh till my stomach ached.
And he smiled when he saw me laughing soundless over his opinion. Then, he also started to laugh, following me, of course.
Another 12 year old kiddo who gets my attention is the one with the look but not the manner. He played bad boy and most teachers love-hate him. His words are even sharper than the blade of a razor, and often hurt everybody’s feeling, including me. His disrespectful, despite his good performance in sports and quite near average for academic, was a proof of a shallow minded adult who allow such behaviour to grow in the kiddo in the first place. The words he uttered were very humiliating, saying I am fat, big and eat so much food. Who wanted to hear something worst about themselves? His jokes did not serve right. It was a cynical rather than joke. I am still finding out a way to tell this kiddo, that it is not good to say bad things to people especially of who they are. Whatever it is kiddo Z***, grow up as you should. Your voice has changed but still not your attitude. Sadis!