Ismi Pesal Meri Hajar Iylia Peto Fatihah Moon Faiz Ripit Bob Alif EG Mario Afi Atiqah Ana Anis Mastika Mas Cotek Athirahnadia Nadiamuk Pakda Shahrilsegala Ikram Mamat Mukhlis Masayu Aimanbaha Mokjah Ailan Mija Firdaus2 KaklongAzeanna KakElly Mekkak Mekna Haziqahiffah Sheilaonsix Hanumbisquit Wawa Amin Zuhri Wahida Syah Suhazli Pokloh Idi Akhyari Baim Luciana Lindyana Amir Hafiz Fazrin Asmah Fatiah Hasniah
These are just some of my angels
that I think about everyday
who have touched my heart in all angles
and most importantly everyway
Though most time they are cherished
they sometimes could be devillish
making me rather feverish
thus I would be anguish
Even when they are apart
they make me smile solitarily
Hope I remain in their hearts
and not just momentarily
Love,
Teacher Asniza
11.53 pm 10 March 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Any Given Day
It is not valentine's day or your birthday
nor Father's Day or even Husband's Day
not even our anniversary
just some any old day
like every other day
a normal thursday
though I don't say it often enough
maybe you've heard more than enough
or perhaps too much has been said already
still, you need to be reminded that
you are a
loving
caring
responsible
husband
father
and friend
who have never
not even once
forget
your duties
and responsibilities
as head of the family
husband and
father
your love for us
physically and
spiritually
your true
meaning and
purpose
of life being
I love you
We love you
From, Asniza, Airina Balqish and Ammar Darwish
10.07 pm 5th March
Mummy loves daddy
nor Father's Day or even Husband's Day
not even our anniversary
just some any old day
like every other day
a normal thursday
though I don't say it often enough
maybe you've heard more than enough
or perhaps too much has been said already
still, you need to be reminded that
you are a
loving
caring
responsible
husband
father
and friend
who have never
not even once
forget
your duties
and responsibilities
as head of the family
husband and
father
your love for us
physically and
spiritually
your true
meaning and
purpose
of life being
I love you
We love you
From, Asniza, Airina Balqish and Ammar Darwish
10.07 pm 5th March
Mummy loves daddy
A Letter To Farah
Dear Farah,
Before I even begin this letter in response to your beautiful 'lost and found' writing, I do hope that this letter would at least compensate for and console you for all the feelings that you have towards all your friends, especially me..and I know you would 'receive' this cyber letter instantly (since you are my only follower at the moment hehe ;)
Yes, I do remember all the good and bad times that we had. More importantly I remember the good (fantastic actually) time very vividly.
Do you remember the time when we became Claudia Schiffer and Cindy Crawford? We dressed up, put on loads of make up, kept changing clothes and between each other too, and your roomate had to become our amateur photographer for the whole night! We even had the fan blowing towards us in order to capture that Malaysia's Next Top Model look! But the background of the photos did no justice to us, did it? Hahaha *wink* *laugh**fall*
This is not surprising at all you know, if you remember how we got to know each other in the first place. Do you remember? After our Orientation Week, we were recruited to be models for a fashion show hosted by the KPLI students which also included some (two) professional models who were not good enough for us for we thought they should have been taller and better looking. We even got paid (amount is secret, ok?) and the show was broadcasted on television during Selamat Pagi Malaysia the following Friday morning. Well, do you? It is also because of this that my 'friends' accused me of only wanting to befriend only the pretty ones! (for whatever reasons?!) This should also be a compliment to any of my friends for this means that they are pretty ;)
Do you remember Taman Tasik Shah Alam where we went to lepak in the weekends? Taman Tasik Permaisuri where we went to keep fit, we jog (and by that I mean walking and checking out...err..people) quite often didn't we? We went to your sister's house in Bukit Antarabangsa, we went well...I could go on and on and on but I don't want to evoke too much memories.. But the point is, we had FUN! Tonnes of them.
You were (still are I hope) my true friend, a friend in happiness, in sadness, in need, a friend indeed. You were always there for me and I hope I was a friend to you as much as you were to me.
More than anything, you were not only my friend but also a teacher! Yes, a friend does all that and should be able to tell you things that others can't. You taught me a lot of things that I could't have learnt from home, not that my family didn't do a lot of teaching (and scolding) but there are some things that only a mother can share with her daughter. Wait! Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say that you were like a mother to me. That's totally nonsense! But you did share a lot of knowledge that came from your mother with me, so incidentally, I learnt from her too. Maybe you didn't realise this then, but I appreciate all the little things in life so I definitely cherish the 'mom' moments that we shared. You also reminded me to be a good listener, a good 'ignorer' (for little insignificant issues) as a friend should be.
As far as friendship is concerned, you also taught me to be more wise in choosing friends. You told me that I shouldn't be too opened with people which could only expose me to too many risks of being hurt (I was too talkative back then, once I even had a one hour conversation with a dumb and deaf Chinese man at the college bus stop! That's how talkative I was). I'm still trying to practise this 'ilmu' that you gave me but usually after I get into trouble of not remembering this 'rule' in the first place. Old habits die hard lah dear...
By the way, you also 'introduced' me to blogging so here I am practising your 'ilmu' some more. (You need to teach me how to put the counter, I've tried too many times that I run out of username to use and it still hasn't work!)
Back to the topic of being friends, I just want you to know that I loved you and I still do though we are hundreds of miles apart. If I was teaching in Kuala Lumpur or at least in the two neighbouring states, I'm sure we would still be going out, shopping, having dinner, giggling, standing in front of a fan to look good....err... Well, we would, won't we? Spending time with each other I mean.
Please don't give up on me. Please answer my call. Please give me a call. I didn't mean to not answer your call the other day. It was just wrong timing.. Let's rekindle our friendship, at least half of what it used to be if not all.
Love,
Nisz
9.35 pm 5th March 2005
Before I even begin this letter in response to your beautiful 'lost and found' writing, I do hope that this letter would at least compensate for and console you for all the feelings that you have towards all your friends, especially me..and I know you would 'receive' this cyber letter instantly (since you are my only follower at the moment hehe ;)
Yes, I do remember all the good and bad times that we had. More importantly I remember the good (fantastic actually) time very vividly.
Do you remember the time when we became Claudia Schiffer and Cindy Crawford? We dressed up, put on loads of make up, kept changing clothes and between each other too, and your roomate had to become our amateur photographer for the whole night! We even had the fan blowing towards us in order to capture that Malaysia's Next Top Model look! But the background of the photos did no justice to us, did it? Hahaha *wink* *laugh**fall*
This is not surprising at all you know, if you remember how we got to know each other in the first place. Do you remember? After our Orientation Week, we were recruited to be models for a fashion show hosted by the KPLI students which also included some (two) professional models who were not good enough for us for we thought they should have been taller and better looking. We even got paid (amount is secret, ok?) and the show was broadcasted on television during Selamat Pagi Malaysia the following Friday morning. Well, do you? It is also because of this that my 'friends' accused me of only wanting to befriend only the pretty ones! (for whatever reasons?!) This should also be a compliment to any of my friends for this means that they are pretty ;)
Do you remember Taman Tasik Shah Alam where we went to lepak in the weekends? Taman Tasik Permaisuri where we went to keep fit, we jog (and by that I mean walking and checking out...err..people) quite often didn't we? We went to your sister's house in Bukit Antarabangsa, we went well...I could go on and on and on but I don't want to evoke too much memories.. But the point is, we had FUN! Tonnes of them.
You were (still are I hope) my true friend, a friend in happiness, in sadness, in need, a friend indeed. You were always there for me and I hope I was a friend to you as much as you were to me.
More than anything, you were not only my friend but also a teacher! Yes, a friend does all that and should be able to tell you things that others can't. You taught me a lot of things that I could't have learnt from home, not that my family didn't do a lot of teaching (and scolding) but there are some things that only a mother can share with her daughter. Wait! Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say that you were like a mother to me. That's totally nonsense! But you did share a lot of knowledge that came from your mother with me, so incidentally, I learnt from her too. Maybe you didn't realise this then, but I appreciate all the little things in life so I definitely cherish the 'mom' moments that we shared. You also reminded me to be a good listener, a good 'ignorer' (for little insignificant issues) as a friend should be.
As far as friendship is concerned, you also taught me to be more wise in choosing friends. You told me that I shouldn't be too opened with people which could only expose me to too many risks of being hurt (I was too talkative back then, once I even had a one hour conversation with a dumb and deaf Chinese man at the college bus stop! That's how talkative I was). I'm still trying to practise this 'ilmu' that you gave me but usually after I get into trouble of not remembering this 'rule' in the first place. Old habits die hard lah dear...
By the way, you also 'introduced' me to blogging so here I am practising your 'ilmu' some more. (You need to teach me how to put the counter, I've tried too many times that I run out of username to use and it still hasn't work!)
Back to the topic of being friends, I just want you to know that I loved you and I still do though we are hundreds of miles apart. If I was teaching in Kuala Lumpur or at least in the two neighbouring states, I'm sure we would still be going out, shopping, having dinner, giggling, standing in front of a fan to look good....err... Well, we would, won't we? Spending time with each other I mean.
Please don't give up on me. Please answer my call. Please give me a call. I didn't mean to not answer your call the other day. It was just wrong timing.. Let's rekindle our friendship, at least half of what it used to be if not all.
Love,
Nisz
9.35 pm 5th March 2005
A Silhoutte?
A student scared me today!
I was in class early this morning when a few boys were busy gossipping! I asked what the fuzz was about. Hastily, one boy whom I called Pakda (Penggoda) said that during Sports Day, 26th February, he took a photo of his friend and there was this shadow in the background. I had no comment and did not say anything but he said he would 'mms' it to me if he had my phone number, so instintively I gave my number to him. By noon, I had already forgotten all about him.
Anyway, around 3 pm I suddenly received a text message, while I was still in the school office. Immediately, I checked the picture message. It was a photo of a boy. I did not recognise the number so I thought somebody must have sent it to the wrong person, until I read the message at the bottom which said 'Look at the back, is it real?'. So I shifted my focus from the boy to the background. There it was! There was this shadowy figure of a woman, either wearing a very long black 'tudung' or she had rather long hair! My God! My hair was standing on ends! I couldn't believe my eyes! So the boys were telling the truth!
I immediately packed up my stuff and left school. I considered myself done for the day. No 'stay back' today, thank you. Even in bed, in the comfort of my home with my noisy son chattering away, I still have shivers in my veins. I'm sure going to be so scared tonight that I'll lock myself in the bedroom, come what may, til my husband gets back from his night class!
Pakda, you really scared me today!
5.25 pm 5th March 2009
I was in class early this morning when a few boys were busy gossipping! I asked what the fuzz was about. Hastily, one boy whom I called Pakda (Penggoda) said that during Sports Day, 26th February, he took a photo of his friend and there was this shadow in the background. I had no comment and did not say anything but he said he would 'mms' it to me if he had my phone number, so instintively I gave my number to him. By noon, I had already forgotten all about him.
Anyway, around 3 pm I suddenly received a text message, while I was still in the school office. Immediately, I checked the picture message. It was a photo of a boy. I did not recognise the number so I thought somebody must have sent it to the wrong person, until I read the message at the bottom which said 'Look at the back, is it real?'. So I shifted my focus from the boy to the background. There it was! There was this shadowy figure of a woman, either wearing a very long black 'tudung' or she had rather long hair! My God! My hair was standing on ends! I couldn't believe my eyes! So the boys were telling the truth!
I immediately packed up my stuff and left school. I considered myself done for the day. No 'stay back' today, thank you. Even in bed, in the comfort of my home with my noisy son chattering away, I still have shivers in my veins. I'm sure going to be so scared tonight that I'll lock myself in the bedroom, come what may, til my husband gets back from his night class!
Pakda, you really scared me today!
5.25 pm 5th March 2009
See what I mean? The figure in the background is definitely NOT one of my students!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Experience @ Repeating?
When I went to receive my Anugerah Kecemerlangan Kokurikulum Kebangsaan ( I became second for Guru Cemerlang Kokurikulum Kategori Sekolah Menengah) in Bukit Mertajam December 2008, I think it was Penang's Education Director who mentioned "let 20 years of teaching be 20 years of experience, not 1 year teaching and 19 years repeated".
That phrase REALLY opened my eyes and made me realise that yes, we really need to venture into our profession and gain all the experience that it has to offer us. Not just come and go to school, enter and exit class, gossip in the staff room with no ACTUAL purpose not only professionally but also in life!
First of all, we ARE paid to become teachers. Paid to teach our future generation so that they too get the chance to be somebody in years to come or at least make something of themselves..Thus, if we neglect what we're supposed to be doing in the first place, we ARE depriving them of their rights!
Secondly, we should enjoy what we do everyday, rejoice in our students' achievements not only academically (not necessarily scoring straight As in the examination) but any knowledge that we've shared and all the little efforts that they've made either for themselves or even just to please us!
Thirdly, every single day is unique and it gives us new experience, well to me at least if not everyone. I cherish every single day that comes for I believe that even as adults, we learn something new everyday, not only from life itself but from things and people around us, even our students.
I look forward to meeting my students (but not when I think of the actual school environment that consists not only of students but of human beings that can hardly be called 'friends' and managers of the school, maybe I should open up my own school so I don't have to face anyone else but only my students) because I know that everyday they would try something new to attract my attention and I would TRY to teach them something new too, hoping that they would be able to use it later in life or hereafter.
I guess, we really need to be passionate in whatever we do. I think I am passionate and I try my hardest to do the best I can for everyone around me though I know that that sometimes it is still not good enough. Well, at least I am trying..Back to the topic of experience, I've only been teaching since 2001 so that's not too long or not that inexperience either.
In the (almost) eight years that I've been teaching, I have really learnt a lot, matured and experienced many things that I've never thought I would before. I've also learnt new things that I feel I can be proud of, not only for myself, but for my family as well as for my students.Hence, let our years of teaching be a real adventure that provides us loads of experience instead of being a burden that tortures us everyday for the rest of our life!
That phrase REALLY opened my eyes and made me realise that yes, we really need to venture into our profession and gain all the experience that it has to offer us. Not just come and go to school, enter and exit class, gossip in the staff room with no ACTUAL purpose not only professionally but also in life!
First of all, we ARE paid to become teachers. Paid to teach our future generation so that they too get the chance to be somebody in years to come or at least make something of themselves..Thus, if we neglect what we're supposed to be doing in the first place, we ARE depriving them of their rights!
Secondly, we should enjoy what we do everyday, rejoice in our students' achievements not only academically (not necessarily scoring straight As in the examination) but any knowledge that we've shared and all the little efforts that they've made either for themselves or even just to please us!
Thirdly, every single day is unique and it gives us new experience, well to me at least if not everyone. I cherish every single day that comes for I believe that even as adults, we learn something new everyday, not only from life itself but from things and people around us, even our students.
I look forward to meeting my students (but not when I think of the actual school environment that consists not only of students but of human beings that can hardly be called 'friends' and managers of the school, maybe I should open up my own school so I don't have to face anyone else but only my students) because I know that everyday they would try something new to attract my attention and I would TRY to teach them something new too, hoping that they would be able to use it later in life or hereafter.
I guess, we really need to be passionate in whatever we do. I think I am passionate and I try my hardest to do the best I can for everyone around me though I know that that sometimes it is still not good enough. Well, at least I am trying..Back to the topic of experience, I've only been teaching since 2001 so that's not too long or not that inexperience either.
In the (almost) eight years that I've been teaching, I have really learnt a lot, matured and experienced many things that I've never thought I would before. I've also learnt new things that I feel I can be proud of, not only for myself, but for my family as well as for my students.Hence, let our years of teaching be a real adventure that provides us loads of experience instead of being a burden that tortures us everyday for the rest of our life!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
He seems not
He seemed like
the perfect gentleman
the prince charming
the knight and shining armour
He seemed to be
charming with sweet innocent smile
emphatic with perfect consoling words
mesmerising with honey coated promises
He appears like
any other chauvunist
the villain in the fairy tale
the wicked wizard that casts spells
He appears to have
lifeless eyes
bitter lips
cold heart
2.48 pm 1st Mac 2009
the perfect gentleman
the prince charming
the knight and shining armour
He seemed to be
charming with sweet innocent smile
emphatic with perfect consoling words
mesmerising with honey coated promises
He appears like
any other chauvunist
the villain in the fairy tale
the wicked wizard that casts spells
He appears to have
lifeless eyes
bitter lips
cold heart
2.48 pm 1st Mac 2009
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