New recipe in town?

Ahh.. this is the first time I had to cook spaghetti bolognese on my own. Usually my housemate would do it. It was a bit spicy. I would rather named it as Spaghetti Bolognese-Javanese Style. *wink*

undeniable the most annoying day!

Friendster, October 19, 2008 @ 6:14 am

i need some fresh air right away! i’ve been locking myself up in my room the whole day. sometimes technology do make me mad. this movie maker thing really got into my nerves. since morning i had to log off a few times before i was able to get wht i want. ARGHH! it’s not easy as i thought i would be. jgn igt keje cikgu tak buat suma ni. to be a teacher u have to be multi-talented too.

make my day miserable!

Oppa..

Kim Hyun Joong, my new-found addiction.

kim hyun joong-thank you(english sub)

cute face, beautiful voice. i just can’t get enough of him. his charm n spontaneous jokes drive me crazy. Hyun Joong oppa, hwaiting!

UPSR datang lagi

Friendster, September 9, 2008 @ 6:25 am

9th September 2008

Almost 3 years-I was appointed as year 6 teacher since my 1st posting.

My 1st year-I could not help but being blurred every time I entered the class. Actually I didn’t know what to teach. Hehehe. The UPSR result was not that good either. I was very disappointed.

My 2nd year-The sweetest moment in my life. Guess what? We were able to break the school english percentage record! 92%. Thank you Allah.

Then, it makes me believe that miracle does exist.

My 3rd year-Challenging. I was appointed as the Penyelaras-reason-I was able to handle naughty kids. HA HA. They almost cracked my head into pieces. But I took the challenged. They are going to sit for their UPSR from today until Thursday and… I am down with fever. “Budak peksa, cikgu yang demam,” Hehehe. Hopefully, all the hard work, WORTH IT. Iklan L’oreal.

LUCKY by Jason Mraz-my yr 5 pupils got addicted with it

Friendster-October 8, 2008 @ 3:01 pm

i really love the song by jason mraz-lucky.

so, last monday i decided to share my favourite song with my year 5 pupils.

i asked them to jot down the lyrics as i played the song. (dengki sebenarnye, bdk thn 5 reti ke ek? saja nak dragged the time...hehehe)

to my surprised THEY-most of them la- were able to get...at least the first half of the song-CORRECT! including the spelling. OMG!

jgn pandang sebelah mata dengan kebolehan murid2 luar bandar(baca ikut rentak lagu anita sarawak)

yesterday diarang sendiri requested to sing the song before we started the lesson. rentak n irama pun dah sedap. BANGGA kejap cikgu diarang. ahaks!

guys! share with me ur fav songs. i'll deliver your feeling through it chewah!

Abang Oh! Abang..

Please.. don't get too excited. Abang is my own flesh n blood brother huh.

I do not remember when did it happen but all i can say is that, I am glad i was posted here-my hometown.

On that day i was on my way back from bus station-fetching my housemate. It was almost dark so i speed up a little.. just a little *wink*. While i was turning left at the junction, i heard-It's Not Over by Daughtry-ring tone for Abang.

Hello. Kt mana?
Ehmm. Dlm keta. Baru lepas amik Jaja (my housemate). Nape?
Hantarkan kita g hospital.
Huh? Hospital? Nape?
Kena sabit (I cut myself with a sickle). (laugh)
(Confuse) OK. Jap lg sampai.

I was thinking, since he was laughing there shouldn't be anything serious right?. Then, my imagination gone wild. Did he cut his leg off? Did he fight with someone? Did he? Did he? Argh!.. Then I told Jaja we should be going there first and she agreed.

As i reached his house, he was waiting-smiling at the living room. My sister-in-law was lying down with my niece. I looked at Abang and he was flashing his smile again. I saw no injury at all. I glanced around his house to search for any trace of blood or any clue of what had actually happen. NOTHING. Confused.Then he pulled out his left hand from his pocket. He showed me his well-bandaged index finger. Oh! Just a minor cut, i said to myself.

But, as he entered the car, the smell of blood lingered. That was when he told me..

Jari kita putus. (I broke my finger)

Huh? I glanced over my shoulder. Biar betul Abang ni? Putus? I tried to keep my composure straight.
He was admitted to a ward that night. I went back for a while to fetch some toiletries for him then i kept him company untill midnight.

The next day, after buying his lunch, i stayed by his side until the next treatment. We were really enjoying ourselves there. He kept teasing me with his injured finger. I didn't dare to look at his hand. Scary... hehehe

This photo was taken before the small operation (to reattach (ada ke perkataan ni) his finger back) took place. I do not have the courage to look at it without the bandage.

Hahaha.. This one is funny. We were laughing like mad when the nurse finished cleaning the wounded finger. It was soooo big. It looks like a drumstick to me. Yum Yum.

This was after the minor operation took place. Again, we were laughing like mad. It looks like a gun/pistol isn't it? Hahahaha.

There goes the story of Abang. We managed to stay together although there were many obstacles occurred in our life. Maybe the two of us may regret our decision to stay here before, but will Allah's guidance we are here until now.

we were here because no one care,
we were here because we really care,
we were here because we love each other,
we were here because we are sister n brother.

Yummy!

Nisak n I really like to try out any new recipe in town n then we took picture of it. Hehehe.

These two were taken during her lunch break. We went to MK Bistro (dahsyat kan namanye) and ordered a glass of soursop juice for two n udon mee blackpepper (or is it the other was around). The first time we ate udon mee we were like.. what is this? What is this? Can we eat? Wah... It looks like laksa. Hehehe.

The taste? Walla! Delicious. After that, we were addicted to UDON MEE!

The best part about this place is... they have live band everyday! We went there once, where we were able to listen to the band. Superb! It just that..this is not KL or JB but.. be able to experience something like this is something good. At least i won't feel left out anymore since i have to leave behind all the wicky-wacky KL life.

OMO! Heart shape handmade card?

:P

It was sweet. This card was made by one of my yr 6 pupils. His name is Mohd Faiz b Suhaimi-one of our easy-bad-tempered pupils.

I was walking along the path when i received it.

He called my name a few times, but i just ignored it. I thought he just playing around with his friends. But then..

"Teacher, tunggu. Nah, selamat hari raya,"

I was surprised!
Actually this boy was not good in writing n reading, but hey! He made me a card. I just stand there and looked at him. He really touch my heart.

Only if i met him earlier,
maybe i can helped him improve his reading n writing.
Only if i met him earlier,
maybe i can erased all the anger within,
Only if i met him earlier,
maybe i can help him cope with the world revolving..

I really hope he can turn out to be someone better..

Alhamdulillah...

Alhamdulillah..

I just received an sms from kak lela's daughter with a good news.

"Ibu dpt discharge hr ni...alhamdulillah. Dh nak balik bt pahat ni..-fathihah-"

Relieve! Thank you Allah.

Get Well Soon!

This is about a friend, a very good friend of mine.

Front row, second from left. Pn Hjh Norlila bt Abd Samad.

She is my mentor, friend, adviser, counselor, my walking dictionary, someone that i can rely on during goods or bad. Someone that really close to my heart. Someone that i could turn to anytime and anywhere. Someone that i respect. Someone who always lend her shoulder for me to cry on. Someone that i want to be someday. She is indeed someone really special.

Since the first day i came to this school, i would always trying to find time to talk to her. Why? Because it feels like i was talking to my mum (Al-Fatihah). Her soothing and comforting words always make me feel good at the end of the day.

Right after Hari Raya holidays she was admitted to the district hospital. Since then, she went back and forth to the hospital. She had heart failure before and she had a pacemaker. But this time-lung infections and kidneys.

The first time i went to visit her, she looked radiant as always. She even looked happy to see us coming and talking about school. The second time...i barely could hold my tears. She looked sick. I went there with my senior assistants, they were chit chatting about school and so on. I was standing right in front of her but i could not able to look at her. I just glanced through once awhile trying to avoid her eyes. To tell u the truth, I saw my mum. I saw her, lying on the bed with wires everywhere, again. I felt really sad. I kept on praying, please not a single tears, not a single tears please. But when it was time to bid goodbye, i broke down. Tears streamming from my eyes. Kissing her soft cheeks, hugging her and listening to her hope-i could not say a word.

I really hope she will get well soon. There are still alot of things i need to learn and share with her. She is now in Hospital Sultanah Aminah, Johor Bahru. The latest news-she is stable. May Allah bless her. Amin

Regret?

I do not know how should i express it. Is it regret? Sad? No emotion at all?

Although it has been awhile since the UPSR results for this year was announced, i am still searching for what we call-emotion. Yes, i do admit that this year pupils were really different from last year. But all my life i believe that people would change no matter what. We have been all out this year since their year 5 result was not that convincing. Afraid, nervous, angry, sad, happy-i tried to show those emotion on that day. None. I looked at them and just looked at them, telling myself to cry at least... but nothing happen. Does it means that i do not care at all? I took care of them for almost a year. Allah knows all. They really got into my nerves sometimes. I have tried to gather all my patience to face them everyday. I even shed tears for them. But knowing that they really don't care what the future holds for them make my heart crumble. Since that, i feel like i lost hope for them. Maybe that is why i do not feel anything that day. Life is like a box of chocs huh?

Start a New Day

It has been awhile since i wrote something here.

I have been busy with work n i am trying to make my life more enjoyable.
Does it means that i'm not happy? No. I am very grateful with what i have now. But, with tons of work to do i feel like i'm getting old faster than anyone else. Hehehe.