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Assamualaikum,

So many things happened but I had no time to record everything here. Thinking of having a tab la. Senang nk update blog. Poyos! Posting via my niece's samsung tab. Shame on me. He's only 4 yet his father brought one for him. Why my father never think of giving me one. Haha.

Let's zoom into practicum. Practicum successfully turns me into a hulk. Seriously, I can't wait to say goodbye to my students. I can't wait to bit goodbye to the record book. I just want a normal life. Sometimes, I think it is not worth for me to burn the midnight oil for the sake of observation. In the end, when the real time  comes for me to serve the nation, I will do cincai. No more teaching aids. Go into the classroom without the spirit to educate. That's what I could see from the senior teachers. I'm so sorry to say that if that keeps on happening, they are ruining a nation. Some of them come to school with a catalogue inside their working bag. Once they settle down their things, the second job begins.promoter cum teacher.

A reminder to myself. teaching may not be easy. They pay us cheap. They expect more from us. Teaching may be tiring but once you choose the profession, you must be focus. You must know your job. Do your level best because you are actually in the process of building a nation.

Second, the education system. Please, please, please don'make teachers do the administration job. The community expects teachers to educate their children whilst the government expect teachers to do administration job. Not all teachers are born in gen y. They are not robots. They have to submit students' attendance before 10 on the morning but at the same time, they have to enter the class and teach. Hello! Tell me how. Sometimes, the crappy system makes teachers crazy. They have to wait for years to download the page involved.

This is life. Full of miserable. What to do. Some said, just ignore. I said, improve! Our education system as well as other systems need huge improvement.

To be continued.....

Lepas ni nak cerita kisah best.

A warm gesture.

Till then,

assalamualaikum,

i received a love letter yesterday from a sweet baby of mine. i got a packet of biscuit every time i entered the class. yesterday, that sweet little boy handed a packet of curry puff. i said, " give this to your adik, okay." He smiled.

bang. i was in love. not into him but into my career.

they taught me a lesson. to always appreciate people.

dear biscuit man,

thanks for helping me saving my pocket money.

: p

people change, memories don't

i rarely spent my day sitting by the beach. Yesterday, i did. that was when miracle happened. i loved the photos. the colours of  nature. 

Red is the ultimate cure of sadness. -Bill Blass-

But, the colours of nature could do more than curing the sadness.  

I'm muslim, I'm strong

till then,

:)

eid mubarak 1434H

assalamualaikum,

selamat hari raya.  raya no hi. happy eid mubarak.

so many things happened. the best thing was two weeks holiday and hari raya. alhamdulillah, we had a simple celebration with our family, relatives and friends. relatives and friends kept on coming until the fifth day of Syawal. that's how i celebrated hari raya. instead of jalan-jalan raya, we stayed at home waiting waiting for our relatives to come. people kept on coming till there's no way for us to escape and spent our day outside for raya visit. xpela, tetamu ialah rezeki.

on the second day of Syawal, people kept on coming till late at night. the last group went back at 11 p.m. leaving us with no foods left. haha. we ate the leftovers and kuih muih but we're happy.

on the third day, the same thing happened. cordial habis. gula habis.

due to that, mak had planned to conduct a small feast earlier next year so that we don't have to cook again and over again and we can have more time for raya visit.

we had a small kenduri/feast on the fifth day of Syawal.  my sister got engaged. mak's choice is always the best. hihi.

that's how i celebrated hari raya.

simple but meaningful.

next year, iA. we are going to welcome two handsome men in our family. if not, three. =D

till then.

what is cheken?

assalamualaikum,

it has been one week since i get back my title. they call me teacher, ustazah, cikgu and so on so forth. sometimes, they call me kakak which always make me smile. it's okay to call me kakak. it makes me feel young. always and forever young till the end. how i wish i could stay young forever.  

i'm still in the process of learning.  i need to wash my brain before i could brush the children's brains. thing that I always remind myself is not to underestimate my pupils. 

cheken pun cheken la. at least they know ayam is chicken. # jyaaaaa#

till then

waking up in Balik Pulau

assalamualaikum,

live from Balik Pulau.

friends: eyh!remember the day we came here for house hunting
a: yeah, one month has passed.
b: i'm not sure i'm ready or not.
c: i'm not. it happens so fast.

fast. that's the only word to describe time. we are here and we will be here till mid september. first impression is always negative. so, let's not believe my first impression. no matter where i am. i am just hoping for a meaningful and blessed Ramadhan.

Ramadhan. Season of Ibadah. It prepares us for another 11 months.

p/s: my non muslim housemate bersahur n berpuasa just like us. i reallly need your help, friends. let's make a dua'. semoga hidayah miliknya suatu hari nanti.

till then,assalamualaikum

rambling of an observer

assalamualaikum,

today should be the third day in Ramadhan but me? sad to think. my biological cycle says not yet so who am i not to admit though i'm totally sad. we're born to be special.

last night, i went to masjid negeri Pulau Pinang since we were planning to have usrah there. that's not my first time coz i'd been there on the first day for tarawih. i love the feeling to be there coz it made me feel even more excited to welcome the Holy month of Ramadhan. i was excited and up until now, i am still excited. ntah. this feeling is indescribable. i loved to be there so, before my hectic days started, i made sure to be there everyday for tarawih though i just could sit at the back watching people performing their tarawih.

yesterday, i could see a different view. mommies brought their small children to mosque and they were really struggling. that's the spirit. I couldn't see from the community in my hometown. no one would dare to bring their small children.

semalam, ada seorang kakak ni bawa anak dia. umur dalam setahun lebih. she asked me to look after her daughter. i nodded. half way. dia nangis. sebab ada handsome boy took away her pencil and notebook. purr. mak dia stop solat. yang membuatkan rasa teruja sangat bila dia pujuk anak dia. dia tak marah pun. slow talk. anak dia tunjuk pintu, nak keluar. kakak ni pun slow talk. kata, no! we can't go out. ibu wants to pray. please, behave adik. kejap je. ibu wants to pray. what do you expect. budak tu tak nangis dah. tapi mak dia bukak upin ipin lah. lepas tu solat kat tepi anak dia. xnangis dh baby tu. lepas tu behave je.

looking at one side, memang mengganggu jemaah lain

looking at another side (positive). i admire the mother. her struggle and her will.

jemaah kaum bapa di hadapan. penuh ketenangan.

memang susah untuk bertarawih berjemaah esp bagi kaum hawa esp bila ada gerabak (anak). tapi tak mustahil.

insaf. teringat mak. mak ada 7 orang anak. berapa tahun tak tarawih kat masjid. yela,kalau kat kampung, bawak anak-anak kecil kena marah. sebab  bising. berapa lama solat mak terganggu dengan anak-anak kecil. besarnya pahala seorang ibu.  


=)

till then.