Cerita melayu and I

The truth is I used not to like watching Malay movies or Malay drama or Malay soap operas. I only like watching English movies. Basically, anything in English and made in USA. Huh, macam tak sedar diri je diri sendiri tu Melayu,heheh…and the truth is, I cannot really say that I am PROUD to be a Malay. Not that I want to be ‘a mat salleh’ because I like watching English programs or to be any other races, I just feel like race or ‘bangsa’ sometimes can be un-practical and it makes things complicated. There are things in Malay culture that I don’t agree with but I don’t want to mention them as they might offend some people. Being a Muslim is another story and I am very grateful to Allah that I was born a Muslim.

Tapi, baru-baru ade satu siri Melayu yang benar2 memikat hati. NUR KASIH. Best nye crite tu. Serious BEST! Ha, that’s my main point…I love NUR KASIH series. Setiap Jumaat, 9.00 – 10.00 malam di TV3. Diri ini actually mengikuti setiap episode soap opera Melayu? Biar betol…

Memori zaman study

Tetiba teringat zaman mase study di UUM dulu. Byk gak memories kat sane. Time study di IPG dulu pun byk memories gak. Bila2 teringat I feel like writing about it. I jenis yang sensitive but not as sensitive as my hubby lah (hmm…dua dua pun sensitive). Both of us dua dua sensitive dgn perangai manusia dan apa yang diperkatakan oleh manusia.

Adelah satu hari ni mase sem 5 kot coz time tu we were not engaged yet. In between gap class yang agak lame, kitorang selalu p Mall then p lunch as either café kolej Petronas, Eon or Guthrie. Sekarang dh tak panggil kolej kan tapi DPP as in Dewan Penginapan Pelajar. So, dari Mall we pun p la café kolej ***** for lunch. As a short cut to go there, we kena lalu satu laluan tak rasmi yang kena turun bukit n langkah longkang kecik. Laluan ni sebelah je dgn asrama lelaki kolej *****.

Mase nak turun tu, I agak slow skit la coz pakai baju kurung kan, hubby lak (time tu boyfriend) dah selamat turun. So dia pun tunggu la I turun plak. I nampak ade 2 org budak laki pandang kitorang. Tak kisahla, biasala tu orang pandang, takde yg peliknya. Bila kaki nak melangkah masuk ke dlm café tu, tetiba terdengar suara lelaki “Pernikahan adalah digalakkan dikalangan mahasiswa”. One of the budak lelaki tu yg cakap rupanya. Ingat kitorang tak dengar? Obviously dia tujukan kata2 tu kat kitorang kan coz time tu takde orang lain pun except us. Tapi, kitorang tak melawan ke ape just trus masuk café tu n makan. But, as usual when ths thing happened, we talked about it from every angles coz bengang jugak lah dgn kata2 that guy yg kitorang tak kenal pun…ntahsapentah.

Our theory senang je, dia jealous. JEALOUS. And dia takde girlfren, if ade takkan cakap gitu kot. Eleh, one day bila dia ade girlfren, time kat UUM plak tu, baru dia tau! Ishhh, tu la before cakap ape2 pandang2 la org keliling ni tak main hentam je cakap. If jealous tu normal la kan, tapi diam2 je la kan Tapi, takpela, we forgive him. Cuma bila teringat rase cam sakit hati jugakla. Ala, time tu kitorang memang la lum kawen tapi nak kawen. Hujung sem tu we pun btunang. Akhir sem 6 kawen. Syukur…

Ayah yang risau

As my hubby and I still live with my parents in Bangi, if we want to go out, we usually tell them 1st like “mak, pergi dulu ek, ade pesan ape2?”. So, yesterday my hubby and I keluar la. Plannya just nak p Warta Bangi je nk beli kasut and sandal sepasang. Then, we p lunch kat Old Town White Coffee Bangi. Hubby suke betol dgn coffee nya. Habisla, addict dah dia dgn coffee Old Town. Then, we buat decision nak p Alamanda tapi td kat umah I just cakap dgn my parents nak p Warta je tak cakap pun nk p Alamanda. Tapi, tak kisahla p jela kan.

Jalan2 Alamanda sampaila kul 4 lebih. Then, on d way balik umah ayah call gini…
Ayah: “Hello, Kakngah kat mane ni?”
Me: “Aaa…on d way nk balik nie”
Ayah: ”Ooo…okay, ayah ingat kat mane td.ok bye”

See, I’m married. P kuar dgn hubby tp still ayah risau bile balik lambat skit. Hmmm…dah kawen pun parents kita still risau tentang kita kan…I’m grateful to have parents like that…walaupun tanggungjawab parents seorang anak perempuan dah berpindah kpd suami once d girl kawen, tp still d parents risau about d daughter…hepi

Says who being a teacher is easy?

People may say being a teacher is easy. Yela kan..cikgu pukul 1pm or 1.30pm dah boleh balik dah.paling lewat pun if ade meeting pukul 2 pm lebih dah boleh balik dah. Sekali sekala je ade activity sukan petang2. Cuti sekolah pun cuti ape. That’s why people said it’s easy being a teacher.

Yeah, I admit that it puzzled me and sometimes scared me to see some people go to work very early in the morning and only come back at like 8pm. But then again, being a teacher we deal with students aka children. For primary school, we deal with kiddos. For secondary school we deal with teenagers. I am primary school teacher. Given a choice, I will choose to teach primary school. Why? For me, personally, although I have to deal with those students who are not interested to learn and give you hell, but, when you teach those who are interested to learn and are well-behaved, it gives you indescribable satisfaction that will make you smile at the end of the day. Satisfaction like no other…because these students are young and Iprefer to teach young learners.

As teacher, I tend to remember students who are clever and well-behaved. I remember them with a smile on my face and pray that they will continue to be good students/good sons/good daughters/good muslim (for muslims) and ‘jadi orang yg berguna’ and I silently congratulating their parents…congratulations! Why? You are able to produce and bring up a son/daughter that in my opinion will make you feel grateful to god.

Sometimes, I do meet parents of these well-behaved students, I wanted to say to them, “Anak encik/puan ni baik. Pandai encik/puan mendidiknya. Tahniah…”. But, I didn’t. I only said it in my heart. I also tend to remember the naughty ones who always give you trouble. I remember them but not with a smile on my face. I silently pray that these students one day will value education and please don’t be a mat rempit/drug addict/bohsia, etc. Family background plays a very big role in building the students’ characters and attitudes. Do take care of your children parents…so they won’t give teachers at school so much trouble.

If you think it’s easy being a teacher. Think again. Do you dare to control a class of 35 to 40 students in it? Sometimes, I feel more like a babysitter than a teacher. Controlling the students takes so much of your time and energy. That’s why teacher sometimes punish students who are not so well=behaved, they get on our nerve and only gives us trouble and disturb the teaching and learning process in class. Which teacher like such students? No one. Period. If only every students had a dream of furthering their studies in university, then they will be interested to learn and will be a well-behaved student. Then teacher’s duty to teach students will run smoothly and effectively. Haha! Dream on! Not every student is interested to learn or furthering their studies in university. Oh well, kalau semua orang dah jadi orang terpelajar nanti dah takde nilai lagila ‘terpelajar’ tu, rite? Then, siape pulak nak jadi those occupation that don’t required high education qualification like buruh and such. Then, kite pun terpaksa lah import pekerja2 asing jadi buruh, etc.

Oh well, whatever it is. I love being a teacher and I love teaching. Kena banyak sabar jadi cikgu ni. Sabar dengan perangai students yg pelbagai ragam dan pelbagai latar belakang. And don’t ever think it’s easy to become a teacher. It never is. Kerja pejabat lagi senang rasenya…

The moment of truth

The truth is I loooveee English. I started to like English when I was in Year 5 primary school. Ever since I know how to read, I read and read and read and never stop reading. But those days I only read Malay story books. My dad bought me a lot of storybooks. When I was about 11, I started to become bored of Malay books because it seems like I’ve read every Malay story books available (haha!!). So, one day I challenged myself to read English storybook. I bought a book from Enid Blyton series called The Naughtiest Girl in School. Like hell, I tried to read the book. I took me like 3 months to finish reading the book and I only understand like 50% (the content, I mean).

As days goes by, I fell in love with English Language. Moreover, I started to listen to English songs. Miraculously, my academic performance increased once I started to read English books. My confidence level increased too now that I understand English. Then, I started to talk in English…in front of the mirror. Sounds crazy? But, worth it. Well, there is no one for me to talk English to those days.

Sweet valley series, Fear Street, Christopher Pike. Those are my favourite when I was 12 to 15 years old. Mind you, I don’t even look at Malay story books or magazines anymore or watch Malay dramas or listen to Malay songs those days. Gosh, how arrogant am i! But, those are the past. I started to read Malay story books again, listen to Malay songs again and watch Malay TV series again when I was in university. Now, I read, watch and listen to any materials in Malay Language. I married an educated and caring Malay man and we speak Malay to each other. No more the arrogant me…