The Cashew Nuts managed to celebrate the teacher's day celebration today, though without the presence of our principal, the events went smoothly, at least until the day was almost over... and not forgetting an incident just before the musical chair competition. Ah well, nobody's perfect, nothing is perfect. All I can say is, 'a shaky start, a loose end'. The opening was a little shaky to begin with, so it was no surprise that the end lost everyone and got everyone lost! The middle was alright I supposed...but nobody remembers that!! Nutty as usual we are...
Despite the rocky beginning and end, I actually enjoyed myself even though I had (still have) a lot on my mind. What with having to think of my four Masters assignments to be submitted in three days' time, the KWN Competition (to be or not to be, that is the question) and bla bla bla (for I don't want to bore you with my grandma sad stories) I still managed to join the activities prepared by my students. I managed to win the "cucuk manik" competition and did a major contribution in making my team be the champion for coconut bowling too. I would have won more if not for the envious teachers' committee who suggest that I should give others a chance to win too.. I was just trying to have some fun and be a real sport to my beloved students.
Some of my students surprised me with their hidden talents too, which I feel so proud of. The management of the events, the 'dikir barat' singing and of course the endless poetry recitals.. You are Ketereh idols..
I was literally flooding with tears when we sang 'Biarku menjadi lilin..'. I did't mean to get sentimental but I don't know why, I just did, at the end of the very first verse. My tudung was the victim, before I could get a hold of some tissue paper..*sigh* I hope not too many of my students saw that! I don't want to seem too vulnerable. But I guess, the song really touched my heart, the lyrics went straight to my heart like a sharp knife. Sincerely, I feel something deep inside of me that says yes, I am sincere in teaching my students, not only in the classroom but also about life. I feel responsible in giving them what they need, before it is time for them to spread their own wings and fly..
To my students who remembered me on Teacher's Day, thank you so much. I love you with all my heart though sometimes I may portray otherwise. I don't need for you to buy me gifts to show that you appreciate me, just be responsible to yourself, make learning your priority so I can be proud of you, so your parents can be proud to say you're their children and first and foremost so that YOU can be proud of yourself!
To all my students, THANK YOU for the best 'Teacher's Day' ever..
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Mother's Day Gift
Earliest dawn
just before the sun peeks
to brighten this wonderful Sunday
just before the morning dew
gets touched by the sun
Airina Balqish,
you came to me
in my sleep
you came to me
subconsciously
you came to me
to touch my heart
you came
to see me
you looked at me
you smiled at me
you reminded me
I am your mother
you are my dauhgter
now and forever
I may not be the best mother
a child could ever have
I may not be the perfect mother
that you could ever had
I may not give
all that you ever wanted
but I hope I was good enough
to have made you happy
and provided
the love tender and care
that you ever needed
and I hope to be a better mother
for Ammar Darwish and Aimy Alisya
Airina Balqish,
I hope you would pray for me
I hope you would wait for me
I hope for us to be together
for I wish to see you
not just in my sleep
not just in my dreams
but for eternity
Thank you
for giving me
the best Mother's Day gift
by coming to see me
by visitting me
though only in my dream
I love you
Airina Balqish
Ammar Darwish
Aimy Alisya
just before the sun peeks
to brighten this wonderful Sunday
just before the morning dew
gets touched by the sun
Airina Balqish,
you came to me
in my sleep
you came to me
subconsciously
you came to me
to touch my heart
you came
to see me
you looked at me
you smiled at me
you reminded me
I am your mother
you are my dauhgter
now and forever
I may not be the best mother
a child could ever have
I may not be the perfect mother
that you could ever had
I may not give
all that you ever wanted
but I hope I was good enough
to have made you happy
and provided
the love tender and care
that you ever needed
and I hope to be a better mother
for Ammar Darwish and Aimy Alisya
Airina Balqish,
I hope you would pray for me
I hope you would wait for me
I hope for us to be together
for I wish to see you
not just in my sleep
not just in my dreams
but for eternity
Thank you
for giving me
the best Mother's Day gift
by coming to see me
by visitting me
though only in my dream
I love you
Airina Balqish
Ammar Darwish
Aimy AlisyaWednesday, April 15, 2009
Roads crossed
One Saturday
an old bitch
3 friendly dogs
crossed my way!
Metaphorically..
a cute squirrel
a big fat wild boar
crossed my path!
Literally..
I cried my heart out..
I screamed my head off!
No matter what I do
No matter how careful I am
I can't help it if
bitches, dogs, boars or even squirrels
happen to cross the road
to block my way
to scare me out of my wits
to shed me to tears
I can only help myself
Not to cross those animal's roads
Not to thred on anyone's paths
Not to cause anyone pain
Not to tear anyone's heart
So I can go on
Doing what I do
So my life goes on
Coping with the heartaches
Sparing others of the hurt
Hoping I can survive
In this mean world
Of wild animals
Nisza 12.24 am 15.04.09
an old bitch
3 friendly dogs
crossed my way!
Metaphorically..
a cute squirrel
a big fat wild boar
crossed my path!
Literally..
I cried my heart out..
I screamed my head off!
No matter what I do
No matter how careful I am
I can't help it if
bitches, dogs, boars or even squirrels
happen to cross the road
to block my way
to scare me out of my wits
to shed me to tears
I can only help myself
Not to cross those animal's roads
Not to thred on anyone's paths
Not to cause anyone pain
Not to tear anyone's heart
So I can go on
Doing what I do
So my life goes on
Coping with the heartaches
Sparing others of the hurt
Hoping I can survive
In this mean world
Of wild animals
Nisza 12.24 am 15.04.09
Friday, April 3, 2009
Aimy Alisya
i wasn't meant to
long for you
but i do
i wish you were in my arms
i would care for you
Love you tenderly
Perhaps
It wasn't meant to be
You don't belong with me
You're not meant to be
Our bundle of joy after all
Though
It wasn't meant to be
We don't belong with you
We're not meant
To give you the world
i hope
You are with the ones who care
We wish
You are with those who would love you
More than we could
And could give
More than we would
And may you have the best
Of every single thing
That you could
Love,
we & i
long for you
but i do
i wish you were in my arms
i would care for you
Love you tenderly
Perhaps
It wasn't meant to be
You don't belong with me
You're not meant to be
Our bundle of joy after all
Though
It wasn't meant to be
We don't belong with you
We're not meant
To give you the world
i hope
You are with the ones who care
We wish
You are with those who would love you
More than we could
And could give
More than we would
And may you have the best
Of every single thing
That you could
Love,
we & i
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Teacher's Angels
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
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
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
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