Maybe most of us are not familiar with this word anymore. Excuse me; it is not an English word. Telangkai, or in English is similar to match maker.
During these days, these people still exists, maybe till the end of this world. I don’t know if it happens in offices, but among teachers, it is a common thing.
“Solo lagi ke? Boleh la akak kenalkan dengan anak sedara, sepupu, anak jiran, anak kawan…etc…”
And the list will go on and on.
Although I’m still single, I’m not that desperate to get a boyfriend. And yes, I do not plan to get married as soon as possible. I’m happy with my current status-YSL (young, single and lovely!)
Besides, I don’t even have anything, what I mean here is property. I can say most of my friends are now buying their own car. But for me, I’m happy driving my father’s car (as he is not working), a Datsun. Most probably too, most of the students in the school that I teach know that I’m driving a Datsun, and I’m not ashamed of that.
Maybe it is a bit strange, but I’m thinking of buying a house instead of buying a car. Some other things that I’m still considering at the moment is renovating my house (my family’s house), furthering my study, helping my father (financially) with his orchard and still waiting in the list for the past two months… a Paris Hilton handbag!.
At the moment, there are about two or three telangkai who will pop in and out to talk to me and promoting guys.
Lawak la!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sakit Pinggang
I got backache for a day, thanks to the final year exam questions. I have to arrange the papers and staple it. There are 282 students for Form 1. For Paper 1, there are 7 sheets of paper in a set and 2 sheets for Paper 2. Doing it for 10 sets was already a nightmare; imagine doing it for 290 sets!
Then only I realized that it is the job for Penyelaras Tingkatan. Not only for English, but other subjects too. Since the Penyelaras Tinkatan 1 for English had been transferred to other school, I have to take over that job. Phew!
Then only I realized that it is the job for Penyelaras Tingkatan. Not only for English, but other subjects too. Since the Penyelaras Tinkatan 1 for English had been transferred to other school, I have to take over that job. Phew!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Part 3- The Day
My convocation day. Dr. Noreen’s birthday.
The night before my convocation day, we slept at Rumah Tumpangan Ah Chong at Puchong. (actually, it is not the real Rumah Tumpangan Ah Chong, but I like to call it that way)
The night before my convocation day, we slept at Rumah Tumpangan Ah Chong at Puchong. (actually, it is not the real Rumah Tumpangan Ah Chong, but I like to call it that way)
We checkout at 6.30 a.m. Reached Jas Café for breakfast. Even the guy who is in charge to make the drinks haven’t turned up. In this case, early birds do not get the best worm. Ihiks!
Along the way from Puchong to UPM seem to be the longest journey for me. Reflecting for what I have gone through for the past six years. Until ‘juling-juling’ reading Shakespeare and Austen’s texts.
Along the way from Puchong to UPM seem to be the longest journey for me. Reflecting for what I have gone through for the past six years. Until ‘juling-juling’ reading Shakespeare and Austen’s texts.
My final year degree was the hardest of all. Until I felt that I want to gave up, and extend for a semester or a year. Although I know it is impossible. All the loss that I and my course mates had gone through. All these, do actually makes us a better person, or at least have done a great job at ‘damaging’ our brains. Just like Dr. Fauziah said, “short circuited”.
Pictures speaks thousands words
Jemputlah..
Membega peranggu
Hasil kerja dua hari
My bodyguards?
Apa yang penting, kerjasama..
Menuju ke dewan utama
Miss Koh and Miss Ain
Graduasi berlima (Elly’s pregnant!)
Black, white, grey and red
Purdue University?
Prof M ~ graduated from 5 institutions
[MRSM Muar, UiTM (twice), ACCA (at PWTC), UPM]
Monday, October 13, 2008
Edisi Syawal- When My Students Came….
Part 1
“Assalamualaikum, cikgu Ain ada?”
My eyes suddenly open wide. Who’s that? I was almost falling asleep when a voice searches for me. Alamak! Student aku datang.
Quickly I throw my pillow in my room a grab my towel. At that time, my brother had already welcomed them. When I returned from the bathroom and wore my spectacles, there you are…. Adib and Faiz. My students from 2A.
Edisi terjah rumah cikgu.
Part 2
Ring… ring…
“Helo Ain ada?”
“Ye saya.”
“Cikgu, saya nak datang rumah cikgu ni. Cikgu masak best-best tau.”
My kek batik was on its way to cool and I don’t even think that they can eat it while it is hot.
Assalamualaikum…
Waalaikumsalam. Masuk la
And there they are… another troupe of students from 2A.
One comment, “Cikgu, air cikgu masam.”
And I just laugh. For me, orange must be sour, if not, it is not orange.
Ahaks!
Part 3
“Cikgu, bukak pintu, saya nak raya.”
Another troupe of students from 2C.
“Cikgu, mana mee goreng ke, mee sup ke? Takkan kuih dengan air je?”
“Excuse me, saya sendiri puasa. Nak masak apa, saya masak untuk buka ajela nanti. Lagi satu, kalau air saya masam jangan komen. Saya sendiri tak rasa. Di ulangi sekali lagi, saya puasa.”
It is true, that the drinks that I prepared are sour (as usual!)
RM 2 x 4 = RM 8
Part 4
“Assalamualaikum…”
“Waalaikumsalam. Masuk la”
“Argh tidak!!! Kenapa kau datang lagi???”(nada lucu)
“Ala cikgu, saya temankan adik sepupu saya sekali ni… lepas ni nak pegi rumah Naurah”
“Masuk, cam biasa, kalau air saya masam, jangan komen. Saya puasa lagi hari ni.”
Another troupe of students, From 1 Excl, 2A and their siblings. Total, 5.
“Assalamualaikum…”
“Waalaikumsalam. Masuk la”
Another troupe of students, from 2C and 2D. Yes, and there he is. He didn’t turn up to school, but he came to my house. Alahai anakku…
Total, 6.
Comment: “Cikgu, arini air cikgu best.”
As the result, 3 jugs of orange cordial gone is just a short while. Uhuks, apa dah jadi?
RM 2 x 11 = RM 8
We’ll see, what will happen next year. Maybe next year I will be able to throw an open house for them. I still have one year to brush up my cooking skills.
To my students, thanks for the visit. For Hasrol, maybe next time I'll go to your house. Tapi cikgu tak janji! Ihiks!!
“Assalamualaikum, cikgu Ain ada?”
My eyes suddenly open wide. Who’s that? I was almost falling asleep when a voice searches for me. Alamak! Student aku datang.
Quickly I throw my pillow in my room a grab my towel. At that time, my brother had already welcomed them. When I returned from the bathroom and wore my spectacles, there you are…. Adib and Faiz. My students from 2A.
Edisi terjah rumah cikgu.
Part 2
Ring… ring…
“Helo Ain ada?”
“Ye saya.”
“Cikgu, saya nak datang rumah cikgu ni. Cikgu masak best-best tau.”
My kek batik was on its way to cool and I don’t even think that they can eat it while it is hot.
Assalamualaikum…
Waalaikumsalam. Masuk la
And there they are… another troupe of students from 2A.
One comment, “Cikgu, air cikgu masam.”
And I just laugh. For me, orange must be sour, if not, it is not orange.
Ahaks!
Part 3
“Cikgu, bukak pintu, saya nak raya.”
Another troupe of students from 2C.
“Cikgu, mana mee goreng ke, mee sup ke? Takkan kuih dengan air je?”
“Excuse me, saya sendiri puasa. Nak masak apa, saya masak untuk buka ajela nanti. Lagi satu, kalau air saya masam jangan komen. Saya sendiri tak rasa. Di ulangi sekali lagi, saya puasa.”
It is true, that the drinks that I prepared are sour (as usual!)
RM 2 x 4 = RM 8
Part 4
“Assalamualaikum…”
“Waalaikumsalam. Masuk la”
“Argh tidak!!! Kenapa kau datang lagi???”(nada lucu)
“Ala cikgu, saya temankan adik sepupu saya sekali ni… lepas ni nak pegi rumah Naurah”
“Masuk, cam biasa, kalau air saya masam, jangan komen. Saya puasa lagi hari ni.”
Another troupe of students, From 1 Excl, 2A and their siblings. Total, 5.
“Assalamualaikum…”
“Waalaikumsalam. Masuk la”
Another troupe of students, from 2C and 2D. Yes, and there he is. He didn’t turn up to school, but he came to my house. Alahai anakku…
Total, 6.
Comment: “Cikgu, arini air cikgu best.”
As the result, 3 jugs of orange cordial gone is just a short while. Uhuks, apa dah jadi?
RM 2 x 11 = RM 8
We’ll see, what will happen next year. Maybe next year I will be able to throw an open house for them. I still have one year to brush up my cooking skills.
To my students, thanks for the visit. For Hasrol, maybe next time I'll go to your house. Tapi cikgu tak janji! Ihiks!!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Chronology of My Convocation-Part 2
9.00 a.m.
Ocean of people queuing up to take the robe. I was a little bit lost, so I called Faiz. She told me that she’s still on her way, and asked me to call Sam since she’s already there.
“Sammy, ko kat ne? Kena beratur katne?”
(Although I’m an English teacher, we do still speak Bahasa most of the time. I’m sure Dr. Ed will kill us if he knows about this)
“Ko cari line yang paling pendek skali kat Kaunter 1”
“Wokeh. Thanks”
Where is Kauter 1?
I walk all around DKAP before I finally see Kaunter 1. It takes almost 30 minutes at that counter before we move on to Kaunter 2.
Kaunter 2
As we worked together to make sure everybody can do their job quicker and faster, it took almost 30 minutes too at this counter.
Kaunter 3
This, is the MOST TERRIBLE COUNTER. We took ALMOST TWO AND A HALF HOURS ONLY AT THIS COUNTER. What a terrible thing!!! This is not the first time UPM held convocation. I expect that at this counter everything will be like the previous two counters. To make things worse, as usual, Malaysian are very ‘good’ at queuing up. Everybody was just like goat, pushing each other to the counter. After waiting almost an hour, one of the officers suddenly announced,
“Beratur, beratur, kalau tak saya tutup kaunter”
What the …
This can be avoided if the put a tape or anything to segregate from one counter to another, just like the past three counters. We were push to the back and all the blisters on my feet start to ache again. To make things worse, the guy on front or me stepped on my feet a few times. Pergh!
Bad, bad experience.
Kaunter 4
Finally, we reached this counter after ‘fighting’ at Kaunter 3.
Kaunter tidak bernama
“Jual, jual. Beg konvo. Satu 6 ringgit, dua 10 ringgit”
Faiz: Jom kita share. Save 2 ringgit.
Ain: Wokeh. (Hihihihi)
End of Part 2, although it is not the end of that day, as we (me, Faiz, my sister and her Encik-Tunang) go round to shopping (Yay, for me and Faiz)
Ocean of people queuing up to take the robe. I was a little bit lost, so I called Faiz. She told me that she’s still on her way, and asked me to call Sam since she’s already there.
“Sammy, ko kat ne? Kena beratur katne?”
(Although I’m an English teacher, we do still speak Bahasa most of the time. I’m sure Dr. Ed will kill us if he knows about this)
“Ko cari line yang paling pendek skali kat Kaunter 1”
“Wokeh. Thanks”
Where is Kauter 1?
I walk all around DKAP before I finally see Kaunter 1. It takes almost 30 minutes at that counter before we move on to Kaunter 2.
Kaunter 2
As we worked together to make sure everybody can do their job quicker and faster, it took almost 30 minutes too at this counter.
Kaunter 3
This, is the MOST TERRIBLE COUNTER. We took ALMOST TWO AND A HALF HOURS ONLY AT THIS COUNTER. What a terrible thing!!! This is not the first time UPM held convocation. I expect that at this counter everything will be like the previous two counters. To make things worse, as usual, Malaysian are very ‘good’ at queuing up. Everybody was just like goat, pushing each other to the counter. After waiting almost an hour, one of the officers suddenly announced,
“Beratur, beratur, kalau tak saya tutup kaunter”
What the …
This can be avoided if the put a tape or anything to segregate from one counter to another, just like the past three counters. We were push to the back and all the blisters on my feet start to ache again. To make things worse, the guy on front or me stepped on my feet a few times. Pergh!
Bad, bad experience.
Kaunter 4
Finally, we reached this counter after ‘fighting’ at Kaunter 3.
Kaunter tidak bernama
“Jual, jual. Beg konvo. Satu 6 ringgit, dua 10 ringgit”
Faiz: Jom kita share. Save 2 ringgit.
Ain: Wokeh. (Hihihihi)
End of Part 2, although it is not the end of that day, as we (me, Faiz, my sister and her Encik-Tunang) go round to shopping (Yay, for me and Faiz)
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