Budak-budak Zaman Sekarang

now, before i present you my penemuan at the school that i am teaching rite now, i bear no responsibility for any injuries it might cause you when you accidentally fell off the chair either laughing, gasping, or just dumbfoundedly stare to the monitor.

teacher: class...what day is today?
students: monday (it was actually monday)...tuesday, wednesday, thursday...friday...!!!

student: ticer!
teacher: yes? (taking off blue tacks from the blackboards)
student: can i ask you something?
teacher: sure
student: ticer tak lenguh ke kunyah chewing gum?
teacher: why?
student: yela...hari hari tampal kertas kat papan hitam pakai chewing gum?
teacher: ini blue tack la!

warghhhh!!!

student: teacher! (it was always with that restless enthusiasm)
teacher: yes dear?
student: do you have a boyfriend?
teacher: ???
student: here's my phone number.lets go "deting" this weekend

student: ticer, toilet!
(yes, thats how they tell me when their bladder is full or when they need hair-fixing.)

student: ticer, toilet!
teacher: (smart-assly) i'm not a toilet, you know...
student: saye tahu.tapi saye nak pegi toilet.
teacher: class...how do you say "saye nak pegi toilet" in english?
class: ticer...toilet!

*kurang asam!!!*

student: ticer, bile ticer abis mengajar kat sini?
teacher: september.why?
student:well...kalau macam tu kite clash september la.
teacher:wtf???? (dalam ati je la) *smiles unwillingly*

class is too quiet.teacher Zura de Great tries to make the class cheerful.
teacher: come on you guys...cheer up a little bit!
student:...
teacher: you scare me!

student: teacher, why are you so quiet today?
teacher:why?
student: nothing...you scare me!

adoi...

Cakap? Tak Cakap?

cakap salah
tak cakap pun salah jugak

bila tegur, tak balas
bila tak tegur kata aku marah

hempas pintu
hempas beg

aku tak ske

pegi mampus.

Akhirnya

akhirnya...ketemu jua aku dengan cc di taman bunga raya ini!!! walaupun kat sebelah akuy nih ade budak sekola..siap tegur lagi..

Budak: Hai ticer!
Ticer: (Buat muka garang)
Budak: Ticer kat sini rupanya.
Ticer: Kamu buat ape kat sini? main game yer?
Budak: Yela ticer...jom lawan main game nak?
Ticer: (wtf?????)

adoila...ape nak jadi ngan budak2 zaman skarang nih.

hari ni takleh la nak mem'blog'kan diri lelame.

but kire okla cuz jumpa jugak cc akhirnya...isk

hahahahaha....

(sebenanye sy dh tak brape betul sejak masuk skolah nih.mcm2 kena buat.tadi kena tulis speech untuk cikgu *tooot*. suka ati je pass keja kat org.)

warghhh!!!

The Last Message Before I Go Back To Planet Nothingness

Huwaaaa….nak balik Bukit Beruntung dh malam nih. No more internet, no more beautiful beach, no more nice home-cooked dishes. I’ll be missing my mum terribly these two months! Cuti lagi bulan August. Pergh…lambat giler tu! Aku rase mesti jd cam zombie duk kat Taman Bunga Raya. Isk.

Smalam Kakna msg ckp Sara masuk spital. Sakit ape aku tak pasti. But I do hope that everything is OK for kakna. Poor her…dhla tgh2 practicum nih mcm2 plak.

Lusa skolah. Huwaaa….taknak pegi skolah!!! And now is that kind of time where I start to think why the heck did I took TESL when I should have taken ESL??

Tadi pegi majlis bertunang anak kawan mak aku. Bosan lagi. I hate weddings. Weddings make single-carefree-ambitious-woman like me to feel so low. Majlis bertunang plak makes me want to puke. Whats with all the kids running around, the kuehs, the air pandan…ergh…end of this year is my niece’s wedding. For sure aku kena balik. Last time the majlis bertunang was held at my house.

Once a makcik called and I picked up. She asked me “tunang orang mana”. I said “tak tahu lah saye”. Then she scolded me, “Tunang sendiri pun tak tau?”. Makcik ni memang nak kena dengan aku. Curtly I said “bukan saya nak bertunang, anak sedara”. I want to add “thank u for making me feel less miserable.” But I tak ckpla kang derhaka plak.

Adoi…apela nak buat kat skola nnt.

Hm…isk…sedey! Tanak jadi cikgu!

Aku dan hidupku yg borink.

Hola hola..lama sudah nggak ku singgah di blog ku ini..chess. Cakap indon plak, ni smua sebab tengok citer indon @ sinetron kat tv3 ngan tv5 la skang nih. Soleha dengan Anakku Bukan Anakku. Same format, rich guy, poor girl, boy meets girl, boy gets girl..bla bla bla. Tp citer Soleha tu macam best jugakla...

Sementara aku duk rajin nak menulis nih, lets take a look at what i’ve done since i last update this blog.

On 20th May, bermula la perjalanan aku sebagai cikgu. Aku praktikum kat Skolah Menengah Taman Bunga Raya, Bukit Beruntung. Punyala tinggi skolah tu lima tingkat. Aku tak paham la pasai apa depa buat skolah tinggi2. Anyways, first day jumpa pengetua dh awal2 bagitau kena cat mural. Apala nasibku. Isk. Budak2 plak bleh tahan jugak, ade ke ditanya aku suke makan ape? Kenape? Nak blanje ke? Pape je la. Kat skolah tu g buat praktikal sama aku Kakna, Farra, Izzy, Kakju and this guy from business, apetah nama dia aku dh lupa. Tu la, kakna duk kenen aku ngan budak tu sampai aku dh lupa nama dia.

Nampaknya kat skolah ni takleh la aku menjamu mata. Sumer bebudak. Kalo dating nnt kena sebat plak sebab tak cukup umur. Isk bosan giler la...cc pun takde. Arap balik Trg je la bleh online. Adoi. Dhla dekat rumah aku duduk tu dengar2 citer ade pontianak. Ade ke patut? Siap dengan antu ju-on lagi. Ape la nasib aku.

Kat TRG skang ade SUKMA tengah berlangsung. Pnyala meriah kampung aku skang nih. Yela, stadium dekat, jalan kaki pun sampai (tapi kalo aku jalan kaki mengahla bek suh mak aku anta je kan? Kan?). mak aku pegi le semalam, konon2 nak tengok sukan. Balik umah membebel kena panjat tangga yg tinggi. Yela dh nama stadium mak oi...smalam bawak anak2 kak ngah aku pegi tengok sukan. Kesian budak2 tu. Kalo takde opah agaknye tak kenal la stadium Sultan Mizan (betul ke?).

Lusa dh nak balik bukit talak untung. Aku bengang betul mikirin takdak duniaku di bukit beruntung yang internet-less. Mane tah IT lab kat skolah tu. Tak nampak. Seriously, kalo nk duduk tempat camtu, kena ada kete. Kalo tak jadi katak bawah tempurung.

Kesian mak aku. Pasnih tinggal sorang2 la kat umah tu. Kadang2 risau gak tapi disebabkan aku pegi dengan niat yg baik (chewah) iaitu menghabiskan ijazahku dan mendapat kejayaan cemerlang, aku rase takpe kut. Smalam je dh dua kali mak aku langgar sliding door. Yela dh malap die plak mata tak brapa cerah. Sebenanye aku pun kadang2 ade gak terlanggar sliding door tu. Sebab malam2 memang tak perasan pintu tu bukak ke tak.hihihi...

Hm..translation job ade lagi due belas page. Aku dh bagi kat E siang2 lagi 15 pages. Then hari ni tambah plak 5 pages. Kesian plak kat die byk keje kat UKM. Tapi die ckp ok so ok la tu kot. Aku baca yg die buat translate...mak aih...macam ayat buku siot. Isk. Cemane la english die bleh bagus sampai camtu. Malu plak aku sebab aku bagi die keje tu, then aku punya sendirik cam ayat skolah mnengah. I showed him yg aku buat, die ckp ok la sebab itu module, bukan esaimen.
Adui..E...E..patutla ko dpt 4 flat manjang!

Takat ni aje hari nih. Sok nak anta keje translate nih then nak cr barang2 pegi praktikum. Keropok lekor, ikan bilis, keropok sira, dan berbagai2 makanan yg aku rs takkan jumpa kat tempat jin bertendang tuh.

k la...thats all for today. jumpa lagi lepas aku abis praktikum. isk!

wish me luck~~~~!

Na Hangsang Geu Dae Reul

Na hangsang geudaereul
Bogopa haneunde
Mamcheoreom gagga ursu eobseo
Oneuldo bidbaraen
Nalgeun sajinsoge
Geudae moseub geuriwo hane

Na hangsang geudaereul
Geuriwo haneunde
Geudaeneun eodiro ddeonadna
Dajeonghan geumoseub
Nunmulro myeo urjyeo
Geudaeyeo naege dorawayo

Dorawa geudae
Naege dorawa
Nan ontong geudae saengsagbbuniya
Burgateun na ui sarang
Pihal su eobseo
Geudaeyeo naege
Eum~ dorawayo

Na hangsang geudaereul
Geuriwo haneunde
Geudaeneun eodiro ddeonadna
Dajeonghan geumoseub
Nunmulro myeo urjyeo
Geudaeyeo naege dorawayo

Dorawa geudae
Naege dorawa
Nan ontong geudae saengsagbbuniya
Burgateun na ui sarang
Pihal su eobseo
Geudaeyeo naege
Eum~ dorawayo

Dorawa geudae
Naege dorawa
Nan ontong geudae saengsagbbuniya
Burgateun na ui sarang
Pihal su eobseo
Geudaeyeo naege
Eum~ dorawayo

My Mother

I just got back from meeting Dr S. Today, Tushy, Dr S and I went to surau Taman Segar to have our Maghrib prayer, Yasin reading and Isyak prayer there. Dr S ordered nasi lemak and mineral water for the residents of Taman Segar who went there to perform their solat. It is quite heart-wrenching to see Dr S sobbing when reading the Yasin which was addressed for her mother whom we pray to be in better place right beside HIM right now *insya-Allah*.

Hearing the news about someone losing their loved ones especially their mother always made me shiver with fear. I pray to HIM everyday to grant my mother with long life, so that I will have a chance to pay her in whatever way I could for all the things that she sacrificed for me.

Dr S almost always remind me to let my mum knows how much I love her. She always tells her mother that. I don’t understand how people can treat their mother badly. Did they not think of the two hands that feed them, wash them and even work hard for them so they can live easily?

My mother had sacrificed more that she should in order to see me achieve my first degree. No, let me rephrase that. She fought for a better live for me and my siblings ever since we were all born! I cannot imagine living even for only a day without her. Thus, seeing Dr S weeping at the very thought of her now-gone-forever mother, I can’t help it but to take the mobile phone and call and ask her whether she’s ok.

It’s true that we all tend to take things for granted. For instance, I always felt bored at home when I went back for holidays. I felt like my life in my hometown is a boring life. However, when I went to university, I started to feel uneasy over the thought of leaving my mum all alone in the house. After seeing how painful it is for Dr S to accept the loss, I made a promise to myself to always make an effort to let my mum know that I love her and she is the most important person to me in this whole wide world.

I live for my mum. I tried to get the best result every semester so that my mum would feel at ease and not terrible after all the things she did for me. Some people don’t understand the way I behave, but try to dwell on this thought. “Mum has been taking care of me for 25 years. Why shouldn’t I devote myself to my mother for at least 25 years too?” It’s as simple as that.

We live only once. In each of my prayer I would ask from HIM to fulfill my do’a to let me repay my mum. I asked him to grant her happiness, health and more years to live so that I can see her live more comfortably.

To my mother, (I know she won’t be reading this. She’d faint seeing all those swear words!!!) I wish you know how much I love you and how I wanted so much to work as fast as I can after I graduated so that we both can lead a better live. Amin.