Di ambang sore

And i bet its just too much to get people to have the same liking as mine

Last week i purposely share a movie which i love so much with  my students. I was hoping they will like it and give constructive comment on the theme and values

Something we can discuss of

However, to my dissapointment, they gave me negative commentaries, it went:

" Sgt bosan cerita yang cikgu tayangkan tu, BI dia susah difahami, dan terlalu banyak bercakap, pelakon nya bosan dan tak popular, kisah nya pun saya tak faham"

" Jgn tayang lagi la cikgu cerita tu.."

"Cikgu tengok ye cerita mcm tu?"

" Sy tengok movie tu dan rasa stress"

(mereka mmg jujur dan laser, ibarat pendebat)

And i started to wonder, whether my 24 year old taste is considered too old for them, 18 years old teen

But i bet it had nothing to do with my age, because when i was 18, i was already into everything old, ancient, and rustic.....haha

Lagu lama, buku lama..etc..( tp bukan org lama, as rumours circulating..haha)

And i bet its just too much to get people to have the same liking as mine

camping

my whole life, i only went camping twice, both under pretense of escorting students there. My father never gave me permission to go camping when i was in school, purely because of safety issue.( me myself were concern of that too)

My first camping happened in 2009, i was a teacher in training and practically forced to accompany my students to a camp in Batang Kali, Selangor. I'd never forget the night walk though, and i'd never forget the tragedy which my handphone went kaputt due to the 10 minutes submerge in water..(sigh)

And this the second time, the venue was at Hutan Rekreasi Ayer Keroh, Melaka

Popping determination pills

If there is such pill as 'determination pill', i'll buy loads of them, force feed them to a bunch of students.................................................................

As i blog

As i blog, i reflect, taught last person today and thought of all day today...

Lowly

I want keep this blog as low profile as possible because in the past, my previous blog had been the target for haters sneaking into 'my life in writing' to fire criticism.

So low

diri, Cukup lah

Cukup lah, diri, kau mengemaskini blog dengan entri entri sebaris ayat yang cukup menyampah pada pandangan

haha

kawan

..kawan memulakan hariku dengan senyum, meyudahi dengan tawa, dan memujuk kesedihan di antaranya..

Terima kasih

Teman..

numerical me

Aku biasa menomborkan orang-orang yg aku kenal, aku tidak ingat nama mereka...

p/s-dilanda penyakit update blog, walaupun entri hanya sebaris ayat

Sujud dan kenal

Sejak beberapa tahun kebelakangan ini, setiap kali aku berada di tempat baru, dan bila pertama kali aku sujud di situ (solat)

I have a thinking, "no matter how far on earth we roamed, finitely, all head touches to the ground, bowing, admitting the powerful almighty Allah SWT empowering"

Dan bila aku sujud, aku mula kenal bumi itu

Sujud dan kenal lah bumi tempat anda berada....

He-who-must-not-be-named

This is an excerpt of 2nd HP series:


Lucius Malfoy: 


You must be very brave, or very foolish to say his name..(his: Lord Voldemort)

Harry Potter: 


Fear of the name will increase the fear of the thing itself...kamehameha..(eh, yg last tu dh confuse dgn dragon ball pulak)

He-who-must-not-be-named,,,

And


no


You-DONT-know -who


p/s: aku, kipas-susah-mati HP dan Son Goku..kamehameha

Teaching is a martial art

what it takes to educate 21 young minds in one tutorial class?

patience

Since i started teaching, my patience grew robust. When 21 people in the age of 18 get together, they displayed behaviour of all sort. Not all pleasant.

Education is martial art taken years to master. There's no limit to the skill, and it is highly dynamic (changing as time goes by)

Teenagers proved to be difficult to handle, its a human being we are dealing with...

..of the past

"Though it's been a while now, I can still feel so much pain. Like the knife that cuts you, the wound heals. But the scar -- that scar remains." ~ Bret Michaels

...wish

I wrote this in the midst of pouring rain outside, with sinking feeling inside, and i humbly beg for tranquility to come by my side, so that i can put all my worries aside...

NNCR ( on the 5th of Feb 2011, 10.57 pm).......

Selangkah ke alam misteri

First week here, seems like everyone's trying to update and bombard me with ghost stories scattered all over college.

Instead of splurging my senses with the new challenge of working, i was divulged with unnecessary info on the haunted part of KMJ.

I jot down some of the experience here:

1. Kuarters

Hari pertama di kolej ini, penginapan merupakan masalah pertama yang perlu diselesaikan. Memandang Tangkak adalah suatu tempat di Malaysia yang tidak pernah kujejaki, dan tiada seorang pun saudara mara berdekatan. ,maka pilihan terbaik untuk penginapan adalah di apartmen untuk pensyarah dan kakitangan yang disediakan.

Long story short
*sebenarnya ada 1000 patah perkataan lagi yg ingin diceritakan, but i'll keep that secret*

Terdapat dua bunyi di apartmen itu yang diketahui oleh semua pensyarah yang pernah tinggal di situ, termasuk aku sendiri:

i.Bunyi perabot dipindahkan.

Aku tinggal di rumah itu bertiga, bunyi itu cuma boleh didengari ketika keseorangan, jika kami bertiga berkumpul, tidak terjadi, biasa nya pada pukul 12 malam ke atas.

Dan not to mention, rumah atas kosong, rumah sebelah kosong.

ii.Bunyi memasak

12 malam ke atas.

Rumah atas, rumah sebelah, KOSONG, malahan ketika semua pensyarah sudah pulang bercuti dan aku  keseorangan ketika itu menunggu flight 2 hari selepasnya


2. Orang tua di BBT

Rumours spreaded like wildfire of the existence of an senior citizen roaming the housing area during midnight.

Then it occur to me the 'orang tua' might be none other than PUTERI GUNUNG LEDANG.

Remember the legend? when Hang Tuah and delegation journeyed to Gunung Ledang to ask Puteri gunung Ledang hand in marriage
Puteri gunung Ledang came materializing as a Nenek kebayan at first to greet the delegation

Orang Tua!


p/s: bukan berkepercayaan tahyul, sekadar catatan pengalaman