Thursday, December 31, 2009

Monday, December 28, 2009

My Guardian Angel

I knew my husband when we studied together at UIAM, Gombak (Diploma of Education). Unlike other male students, he never disturbed me. He just looked at me doing nothing. I was just broke off with my boy friend ( we had been friends since 1984 until 1993, but we never went out together only sending letters, phones or he would visit me at UIAM, PJ. He studied at UKM, taking his ICT course while I studied at UIAM taking Business Administration). I wanted to be like Rabiatul Adawiyah, stayed single but my Mom kept asking me to find someone who could take care of me. I don't like guys who like to disturb girls. Easy to say, gatal lah. So, my husband was the best candidate. I asked my friend to tell him that there's someone admired him (asked him to guess who). My husband didn't guess, he just asked whether his admirer was from Kelantan or Trengganu. My friend said none. She told me his answer. Ok, I didn't mind (had to find another candidate). The next day, early morning, my husband went to see my friend. He said that he wanted to guess. Straightaway, he mentioned my name. My friend just smiled. Aiyoo that guy aa, he didn't mind that I was from Negeri Sembilan as long as he got me. Kah! Kah! Kah! I did ask my husband later why he never tried to tackle me. His answer really made me shocked. When he looked at me, he was so sure that I had a boy friend already so he did not want to waste his time. Haiii, I thought he didn't like to tackle girls. Tak pe lah, dah jadi suami. A few years later, on the way to Mecca, I fell asleep. I dreamed someone kissing me on the cheek (not my husband, I don't know who). I kept thinking of that mysterious man until last year, I performed Sembahyang Istikharah. After praying, I tried to sleep. I nearly had a dream but suddenly my husband's foot hit my foot. I was awake and my son started calling papa, papa, papa in a very sad voice. I thought I would get the sign by dreaming. Tak jadi mimpi nampaknya. Then, this year, one week before I went back to Kelantan, I went to a salon. While waiting for my turn, I took a magazine. I read one article about Bahasa Alam. It was like this. Although you have performed solat Istikharah, your mind is on the person that you like most. Of course, you will dream of him and you will blame God when it does not turn out well. But, it is not by dreaming only. You have to open your heart and your mind, then listen. For example, you want to open a business. So, you will perform this solat. After praying, suddenly you feel that you want to turn on a radio. At that time the DJ is interviewing a successful businessman. This is the sign. It means positive. Like my case, the sign was when my son crying for my husband. Haiii, I was so stupid trying to find a soulmate( that mysterious man) but my soulmate is actually my dearest husband. For the first time, I told my husband, " Saya cintakan awak". He kissed my cheek and hugged me. Soooo romantic.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Red Ribbon Pirate Gangster

On the way to go to Jaya Jusco today, I heard one familiar song "Wild Boys" (sung by Duran-Duran). I had a group when I was in boarding school, so we always sang that song just to boost our spirit. We called our group "Red Ribbon Pirate Gangster". I didn't remember how that name came out only that we chose red because it means bravery. It's cool. We were very close. The big problem was not all students like us especially the prefects. I really hate prefects at that time. Almost every Sunday, my group (but not all) would get dc(detention class). The prefects would ask us either washing the toilets or the kolah mandi (not a swimming pool). I didn't know why they liked to write our names. Then, the hostels changed the rules. If you made mistakes for three times that week, the other week you had to wear school uniform for the whole week, days and nights. I was lucky for the first one, many students were in the list but not me, fuuih. Haiii, for the second one.....I was the only one in the list. I repeat, THE ONLY ONE. I couldn't go to the dining hall to have dinner. The boys would know the victim of that week. That week, the warden did not announce it during the assembly, may be Cikgu Nordin pitied me. So, he just asked the prefect to inform me that he wanted to see me after assembly in his room. It's ok. He didn't cane me, he just asked me not to break the rules next time. He was not only a warden, he was also my scout teacher. He asked me whether I was tired of being naughty. I said yes. He just smiled but I still could not escape from the punishment. So, that week, my group helped to buy something for me (maggie mee la) if not mati kelaparan lah hamba. Only one night, the menu was nasi tomato. I couldn't resist it. Jep (she is a doctor and now she is in USA) and Jana (May Bank accountant) helped me out. They put on their school uniform and together we went to the hall happily. So many sweet and bitter time ok.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Baca aje lah

I went back to Kelantan last week, well guess what? My mother-in-law gave me a present for our new house ( 74 pieces Pie Rat dinner set and 3 casserole sets, ye lah menantu kesayangan jgn. mare). I was so happy. I did not have to spend money to buy those things. I felt like kissing her but that's too much so I just thanked her with a very wide smile. My husband and I did buy a few things but for the first time I did not buy tudung or silk material. It was a big sacrifice. There are two persons that I miss and worry, Chik (my husband's grandma) and Asri (His uncle's son). They are close to my heart. I told Chik that she has to get out of her stuffy room sometimes (they closed all her windows). She needs fresh air but the problem is who wants to take her out. She couldn't walk anymore. Even my husband didn't feel anything. I know she's old but she has feeling. Kissing her two hands and her forehead, I just prayed to God for her health. Asri, a six year old boy was supposed to be mine (his father wanted me to take his son when Asri was born). He has problem with his birth certificate. It's a long story but I don't like the way his step mother treated that boy. He is naughty but caining is not the solution. When I was there, he came to play with Ahmad. When I asked him to do something, he did it and when I asked Ahmad to do something, he did it for Ahmad. I asked him to call me Mama although he should call me Kak Nor. His father told my husband that he's going to send Asri to a private school next year. Can you imagine a seven year old boy lives in a hostel? His father is very rich but that son has no affection from a mother. Ok no more sad story. Today I went to school to see my 3A's result. Not bad. 3 students got A, 16 students got B, 11 students got C and 3 students got D. Boleh la, I know their level. Only this year I taught them English. Their Form 2 result was so terrible. Only a few got C, many got D and half of the class failed. I am proud of them. Well done!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Malaysia vs Laos

Don't forget to watch football at 8 pm on tv2..............I've been waiting to watch this match since yesterday, thanks for giving the fans the chance. Hope Malaysia will win it. Yes! Yes! Go Malaysia go.

Sunday, December 13, 2009


I just want to congratulate someone for his exam result. The result was not that good but if we flashed back his performance in his old school, he did it well. He got B for his Maths (I'm impressed because he always failed that subject before) and he passed his BM. I don't look at "kedudukan dalam kelas" because it's not fair for students who are in a good class. I prefer to look at the grades. Hey, he is so lucky. He has a good memory and very good at technical . Only if he can fully use of his abilities, I am very sure he can be somebody one day. So, all the best to be the best!!!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Relax, take a deep breath

Had an appointment with my doctor today. He wanted to give me two jabs but I was not ready. There are many things I have to do this month. Must spend RM1600 on new books or whatever next week (no problem but the school should inform me earlier), the cpu is still with the agent(do they need a long time to change the motherboard?), buy things for the new house aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...................stay cool ok. He gave me a letter already to pass it to Pn. Soon.
I need to discuss a few things with her. Take a long leave will give problem to the librarians. So far I can depend on Christopher, the Chew brothers, Uges and Hizryl ( Dr Hamdan's son. He is good at computer and pa system, only that he talks a lot and very frank). They have to be independent. They cannot depend on the teachers. I told Chew already that if he has any problems just see Pn. Soon or if he still cannot solve it then he can come to my house (the last solution). Whatever it is, I want the Form 5 librarians to focus on their SPM, it is more important!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

A real gentleman

Malay guys! Mat Rempit, Peragut, Mat Fit(drug addict), Money boy, all the bad remarks are for them. I am Malay (not completely Malay) but I don't know why they choose this kind of life. It is so hard to find good Malay guys out there. When I was 21 years old (if I am not mistaken) I met a very honest Malay guy. The story begins like this. I was having my semester break so I just stayed at home. My mother was worried about my elder sister in Perak. Her husband had to attend a course and she was alone with her two children. My mother asked me to go there to accompany her. I had fever at that time but I didn't want to argue with her so I just agreed. The next day I went to Pudu to buy a ticket. So, I got the ticket but the bus departed around 4 pm. It means I reached Ipoh around 10 pm. Actually, my sister just moved out to another house. I just knew the address only so what should I do. Get a taxi! Yes. There were a few taxi drivers and I asked any of them to take me to my sister's house. I told them the address. While they were yelling, asking who could take me there, suddenly came a young guy. He told me that he knew the place. Ok, great! I asked him to find a phone booth for me because I needed to call my mother( haiiii at that time no mobile phone babe). He waited in the taxi while I was making the call. Then our journey started. He told me that he wanted to go to his friend's house. I was so shocked and I asked why. You can't believe his answer. "Sebenarnya saya tak tahu jalan ke rumah kakak awak." What! He had to lie because he wanted to save me from bad drivers. I didn't trust him. I kept holding the back door. "You try to do something bad, I will jump". My heart cried for help. As he could read my thought, he said, "Jangan takutla. Saya memang nak bawa awak ke sana". He told me that he was a politeknik student and this was his part time job. After hearing that, I felt a bit relieved. When he reached his friend's house, he asked me to wait in the taxi. After a few minutes he came and smiling he said that he knew the way. I did not smile back. I was scared. At last, we stopped in front of someone's house. He asked me to stay in the taxi. He honked first just to make sure it was my sister's house. My sister came out and I told him "ya, tu kakak saya". I was so damn happy that I forgot to thank him (he didn't ask me to pay double). He was really a good guy. If we have one million guys like him, we don't have to worry about our safety (especially girls/women). I hope that guy has a very good job and a very happy family. He deserves it.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Our examination

Examination........why do we have to sit for an exam? Just want to know whether we are among the excellent students or the weak ones. That's it! You just memorize the answer and of course you will pass. If you do not read, you will fail. During my study at university, I seldom attended my classes. My friend would sign for me ( I taught her my signature). Attendance was very important. Only during exam or test I would attend. Then all my friends would look at me and said"Engkau sama kelas dgn.aku ye. Tak pernah nampak pun." I managed to pass all papers except one, Financial Management 1. As usual I did not attend his classes, I thought I could pass but this lecturer was different. He made sure the students used his way to show the working. I got the correct answer but my working was different. So, he knew I did not attend his classes, apa lagi fail lah. It's ok. But what I want to emphasize here is some of the students are not like me. They are not good at memorizing. They do read but they cannot remember. I think they are special because they have different talents. These students are good at technical. I am not good at it. Somebody must show me how to do it first (at least twice) and then I have to practise it. It's so difficult for me. So, I think our examination system at school is not fair to this kind of students. It's really a waste if we just ignore them. Students like me just know the theory but students like them know how to apply it!!! Who's the best?

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Seize the day

I love my life as a one-month-housewife. I don't have to go to work but I still get my salary. That's good about being a teacher. Relax, at the end of the month, just go to the bank to withdraw your money. Jangan mare. Stay at home. Watching tv, playing with my son, teaching him, fighting with him and the best part do the cooking. Pehhh. Ok lah. Don't worry, you won't get food poisoning. I went to Tampin pasar tani today for the second time this year. I was always not here during the school break (sokmo kelek Kelate, ambo ni oge Nik Aziz). I like Kelantan. The food is cheap and very yummee. The people, ok. They like to call me oge luar and my husband's grandma calls me Mek. I do not mind ( but sometimes I did feel like I was an alien). When I was doing my shopping, my husband became my spokesperson. If they knew that I was oge luar, they would charge me higher. My husband also begged me not to kecek kelate, he said that I sound like oge Siam. Oh whatever! I don't think for this break we can go back to Kelantan. My husband has to invigilate SPM exam and my appointment......I don't know whether I have made a right decision. I still want to try it. I know the risk. I really pray to God. Hopefully, nothing bad will happen to me. My husband told me that his friend's wife is paralysed because of this treatment. It's scary. When I start my treatment, I don't think I will use this blog. I don't feel to share my happiness, my pain, my worry or anything with someone. I just want to keep it to myself.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Lambaian Kaabah

I went to Mecca twice. The first one was to pray to God to have a baby/babies. The second one was I had made a promise to God that if I have a baby, I want to bring him here to see kaabah. Lots of things happened there. When I was there, I just thought of God's love and His forgiveness. Whatever I wanted to do, I would perform solat hajat and I got it. You must be so humble there because you are just a human ( HE CREATED YOU ). When my son was almost 3 years old, he still couldn't eat fried chicken, rice, biscuit......he could only drink his milk and porridge ( a very soft one) and he was always sick . He did not know the function of teeth. So, when we were in Mecca, I asked the organizer to prepare porridge for him. On our second day in Mecca before praying Maghrib, a woman gave him a biscuit. Before that, when someone gave him something he would give it to me and I would tell the person that my son didn't know how to bite. That night, he straightaway, put the biscuit into his mouth and I could not stop him. I asked him to throw up but he opened his mouth and sticked out his tongue, It was nothing. He finished eating the biscuit. I was so happy and really thanked God for this. The same day, the worker forgot to cook my son's porridge. One of them came to see me and I told him that my son could eat rice now. So, a few of them came and watched my son eating. They smiled and said Alhamdulillah. Next time, don't break your promise with God. Don't think of the money that you spend for your trip to Mecca. He will give you lots of money and a good health. I hope I can perform my hajj when my son is ten years old. It is a very special place in my heart and who knows may be I will work there one day, teaching the children English. InsyaAllah.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Cerita rojak

Well, well, well today my husband asked me to find information about kitchen cabinet in Malacca. Now, we are having the year end sale, so at least we can buy the hood, stove and the oven first. Jimatla sikit. Oh ya, my husband's house loan has been approved and he also will get his 'durian runtuh' . Yesterday, when he came back, he told me that whatever I dream for the new house, I can have it. Fuiyoo, he is really my fairy god mother (he did not like me to call him that, so I said ok lah I call you my guardian angel but he still hasn't reached that stage.....please don't tell him). There is one thing I really want to have, a camera. The boy's father just paid me RM150.00 and I didn't have the heart to ask more. The boy who stole my camera was a very weak student, 4 SS2. He took it because he wanted to take his friends' photos but after Cikgu Isa made the announcement about my camera, he was so scared that he threw it somewhere. Of course when he tried to get it back, it was not there anymore. Haiiii, my husband said that I cannot buy a new camera until that boy has paid all. Last time, I saw a red, cute camera at Bintang Mas. I did ask the price. Not bad but the towkey asked me to buy the cheap one as he was afraid my student would steal it. He promoted Panasonic camera to me, only RM400 something. It's really irresistible!!!!

Monday, November 23, 2009

My mom, the best.

Nur Kasih's final first I didn't like this drama series at all ( it reminds me of my childhood). It's about 2 siblings with different characters and different looks. The father's affection was more to the elder one (the younger one thought like that, I also had the same thought). In fact he loved both sons, that's why he proposed Nur Amina (the best candidate for a future wife) for his second son although he knew that his first son loved (or admired) this girl. He wanted this girl to change his son's wild lifestyle. Sometimes, we don't know what the parents think and why they do this to us. My mom was strict with me when I was a kid. I thought she didn't love me. When I got number four in class, she asked me to get a better number. When I got number 2, she asked me why I couldn't get number 1. It was so frustrating. I did everything to please my mum. She changed my primary school so that I could study at boarding school. I thought she just wanted to send me away from the family. It was really sad. But whatever she did, she had made me becoming tougher and tougher. It also changed my personality. From an urban school(TBS) changed into a kampung primary school (Sekolah Pulau Sebang), mixed with the kampung students. I did enjoy my life there. Friends with Rubiah (her sister became my family's maid when I studied at boarding school), Hindun, Saadiah, Kamariah and the cowboys (they stole binjai for me), it was really a sweet memory. Thank you mom, you are my angel.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

My baby, my hero

I don't know why my chubby son likes to say 'babi' now. Last time when he did that, my husband slapped his mouth. He learned his lesson very well. Sometimes, when I saw that animal on tv, I would say it and he would come to me and slap my mouth. He said, "hah ambik kau, janan tatap babi.' Now, ....he kept saying that word. When I danced with him, when he laughed, when he played.......anytime if he wanted to say it, he just said. He really enjoyed saying it. Haii, he also doesn't like my new maid. He threw a stick to this poor girl and made her hand swollen. He did many terrible things. He splashed water to my mum when she tried to stop him from bathing too long. 'Ambik kau'. My mother made a cane especially for him but he was still like a taiko. If he picks up the phone, he will say Hello tuntut(kentut)! I know he is naughty but his empathy is high. He cannot see me crying . He would wipe my tears and say,"Don't cry mama, Ahmad here". He called my father or my husband when I was in pain. Whatever people say negative things about him, he is still my hero. I think he missed my old maid, he is very close to me now, may be he is afraid that I will leave him like what she did. Poor my boy!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Donald Trump

Kata-kata beliau (taken from Utusan Malaysia, of course in B.Melayu):

a) Kalau anda tidak boleh menangani tekanan, maka adalah lebih baik untuk anda bekerja dengan orang lain dan ia tidak salah jika anda menerima gaji setiap bulan,
b) Usahawan perlu berdisiplin dan fokus untuk kekalkan kejayaan yang dicapai.
c) Usahawan tidak harus terlalu mudah percaya dengan orang lain
d) Memberi peluang kedua kepada orang yang melakukan kesilapan
e) Jangan memberi peluang kedua kepada orang yang menipu kerana ia memberi peluang kepadanya untuk menipu anda buat kali kedua
f) Anda perlu sentiasa percaya kepada diri sendiri bahawa anda boleh melakukan benda yang tidak dapat dilakukan orang lain
g) Tidak mudah putus asa dalam apa jua yang dilakukan.
h) Perlu naluri yang kuat (strong instinct)

So, what do you think? I do agree with him. I think a good IQ is not enough. If you are genius but you cannot cope with pressure, it will give you problem. Your EQ also must be good. We are considered lucky if we have both qualities.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

My sweet Rita

I know Rita since she was in Remove class. She is Indian. I did not pay attention to this girl at first. I thought she was like other students. Then one day she told me about her family. I was so shocked. I thought she making up a story but she kept saying, teacher ini cerita betul punya. When I know about her background, I tried to be patient with her. She was a bit rough. She just said what in her mind. I just smiled. Always stayed cool. Last year she started calling me, mummy. I didn't mind at all. She always helped me. Carried my books, my notebook, did whatever to please me. She was like a genie. Whenever I had problem, she would be there. Last week, she did something bad to me. I was so angry. I didn't even want to look at her. I tried to avoid her. Today, after recess she came to see me. She wanted to say sorry. I scolded her because she supposed to be in her class. After I finished my class, I went to the staff room to send the answer papers. I saw her with other Form Five students. I did not know what happened to me suddenly I held her hand and took her to Cikgu Zamri's room. I apologised for what I had done. I saw tears in her eyes before I left. She came to see me in the library and both of us crying. I will miss this girl. She is a wonderful girl only I didn't see it before. I am so sorry. I really hope she will have a good life.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Thank you God, thank you so much

We went to Mahkota Medical Centre this morning and the doctor gave us a new hope. I was so shocked that I laughed. I asked him again whether we can do it and he was very confident to say yes. May be, next month I will start with the injection first. Fuh, it is not a normal injection. Every day, at the same time I must get one injection on my tummy and on my tut! ( may be I will have it for one week or 21 days). Never mind, it is just a small matter.
I am so happy today that I would like to share 2 scenes from my favourite drama "Nur Kasih" .

First scene between Adam's father (ustaz) and his wife, Hajjah. He was wrapping presents for his two sons. He knew that he was going to die.
Ustaz: Isteri orang lain dapat emas, permata tapi isteri abang....... His wife hugged him and said: Isteri abang dapat abang.

Second scene between Adam and Caterina (his second wife). When Adam asked her why she still wanted to be with him although she knew he loved Nur (his first wife).
Her answer: I know I am not in your heart anymore but you are still in my heart. That's why I want to be with you.

Bye!Bye! Ya Nur, Nur ya kasih

Friday, November 13, 2009


Tonight, I would like to talk about my boy. Why do I call him my life? After 8 years of marriage, I got him. When he was 1 year old, he had pneumonia. He was in critical stage. I knew he was not well but when I took him to Klinik Al Azhim, the doctor said that he was ok. I was not satisfied, I took him to Klinik Bee in Seremban. The doctor just asked me to take him to any hospital. He didn't say much only he said that my son needed rest. But his look explained there's something wrong with my son.. I went home packed his clothes and mine then my husband took us to Hospital Pantai, Melaka. He was put in the observation room. The doctor gave him a very strong antibiotic (its colour was orange) as the normal one didn't help him much. We were there for 12 days. The nurses and doctor were so nice. The doctor called my son Romeo (may be because the young nurses like to go to our room to see him). On our last day, I asked my husband to buy flowers for the nurses. Before we left, they took turn carrying my son and of course the last one was Dr.Chong( I forgot his full name). Then, when he was 2 years old, he had high fever. I felt lost. I don't know how to explain it. Last time, I thought one child is enough for me so I can focus on my son. Now, I really pity him. He has no close friends, someone that can support him, share his problem and happiness. That's why I go for this treatment. It's very painful but I will do anything to make him happy. Hopefully, we will get a good result tomorrow.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Computer and treatment

Today, computer at the library gave me problem. Just like last time, a weird picture came out. I could not ask students to help me as they had exam. What did I do? I switched it off. After a few minutes I turned it on. Wallah! It's back to normal. Lucky me. Now, I am busy completing my work because I'm afraid that I have to take unpaid leave next year. All because of a treatment which is not confirm yet. We will know the result this Saturday. And because of that treatment, I did not have a good sleep since last Saturday. Sometimes, I lost my focus. May be because I think too much. Like yesterday, I forgot where I put my spectacles (that's why I prefer contact lenses but the optometrist told me that I can put them on only for a few hours as my eyes are dry. I knew about this when I was in Perak. My husband was so happy when he knew that I couldn't put on my contact lenses anymore. He said it's good because I will look old, so no student will tackle me anymore). My niece, Raudah helped me to find them. Thank you, honey. Today, I forgot where I put my cleanser. Haii. Sabar ajelah.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Football fever

Last night, I watched football with my husband. He is Kelantanese. So, everytime when N.Sembilan scored a goal, I would raise my hand and shout something. Poor him. He looked so tense. I told him that N.S team deserved to win because they had many good players especially Zakuan and the goalkeeper, Sani. Kelantan team, they too depend on Indra and they couldn't control the pressure from their fanatic supporters. Aii, try again la next time. Lucky, they did not burn the stadium. Actually, football is my favourite game. I like netball and basketball but the satisfaction is more on football . When I kick the ball, it is like kicking someone, yes. You cannot imagine the feeling. During my time, there's no football for girls so I joined karate club when I was in Form 3. Until I got Brown 1 then I stopped. All because of SPM. My result was not that good when I was in Form 4, so my mum asked me to say goodbye to karate. Learning karate doesn't mean that I can defend myself. I had a bad experience before. A guy tried to do something bad to me. Lucky, I was not alone. My friend, ZBO took a shovel (there was a house under construction near us) and that guy ran away with his motorbike. She was my hero at university. Back to football. I don't know why they don't give us holiday tomorrow. I was so frustrated that I played football with my son and nephew today. I became the goalkeeper. They scored three goals......hai nasib,nasib

Friday, November 6, 2009


Today, I joined my friends to have lunch outside. Actually, this outing is only for female teachers. Sorry ye! The most important thing is kids are not allowed to follow their mummy. It will be a day for the mummies to be perasan jadi anak dara. I thought many teachers would join us. In fact, only Chitra, Kak Ani, Farain and I. The rest all were GSTT teachers but they were so cool. We went to Seoul Garden at Mahkota Parade. My dear Shahiza introduced us the place. The food fuiyoo, let me exlain. Each table, they will provide us with two things, a hot pan ( for grilling ) and another one is a bowl ( to boil the tom yam soup- it is like steam boat). You can choose anything you like. Prawns, squids, cockles, chickens which were marinated with different style like black pepper, ginger, etc., lamb and varieties of ball (fish ball, crab ball,whatever la... I don't like it). The dim sum......not bad, I love it. The sauce to dip the food, aiyoo I tell you the truth. It was better than Umbai Ikan Bakar. Each one of us had to pay RM31.00. The concept of this restaurant is you have to pay first then you can eat. It was really worth it. We were eating like "Hidup ini untuk makan" and it was not makan, it was more like mentedarah. Lucky, we did not invite the male teachers. If not, we could not enjoy the food like we did today. I was so happy and really enjoyed my day. I just hope many teachers will join us next time.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Yahoo! I'm back

It is so good to be at home. kissing my son so many times really made me so happy. I don't know what to say about the course but I think they made a big mistake. They should know who're their audience and our need. They gave us a very good speaker but the problem is that lady just "syok sendiri ". She should focus more on how to use the DDC (Sistem Perpuluhan Dewey) so new GPM like me, will write a correct "nombor pengelasan" for each book that we are going to process. She taught us something we didn't bother to know. If the course is for one week, I don't mind. Hey babe, it's only a three day course. So the one that we really wanted to learn, she just took only 15 minutes to explain it. So, all the GPM teachers were still like "Si Buta Dalam Gua Hantu" but one good thing about this course is the food. I love it. Any way, I will miss my new friends like kak Bedah, Anita and the 1 Malaysia group. Hey, I will miss the fun that we shared. Thanks to Kak Chik and family to treat my son nicely during his visits. I really appreciate it. Terima kasih daun keladi.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Bye! Bye! Tampin

I will miss this place. I will miss my fairy god mother(husband), my life(son) and my angels(parents). I thought I would feel sad to leave all of them but suddenly I just feel freedom. No more school works, just relax. Attend all the talks, listen if you want to and enjoy the meals. It is only three days but I think it is enough for me to rest physically and mentally. No need to go for yoga class. I am just worried whether I can sleep without my son or not. I do hope my son won't cry when I am not around and to my dearest hubby, please be gentle to our son. Remember, he is my LIFE. See you on Thursday. Adios.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

PSS Course

Yucks, another course but this time we will not have it at PKG Tampin. It will be at Everly Resort Hotel, Malacca. High class la babe. The sad story is I will have to leave my chubby son for three days. I told him last night about it and he wanted to cry. Wah, he really loves me or he doesn't have someone to be bullied anymore. Anyway, I really don't like this course as there will be talk, talk and talk. I think I should buy a few magazines and sweets just to stand by if I feel sleepy. Actually, this is my second blog. I forget the password for the first blog. I think I should have my own blog now so I can write anything, not like PSS blog. I have to check my language as it is formal. Sometimes, I got jealous when I read my students' blog, especially Lisa's. She just expressed whatever she wanted to say. Well, I have to stop now.