Unlucky me or Lucky me?

If only I was cruel.

I'll break all the rules.

Kick everyone out of their chairs.

Pull their shirts and pull their hairs.

If only I was heartless.

I would swear and I would curse.

I wouldn't give a single care.

Keep all the knowledge, I wouldn't share.

If only that was me.

A person that I couldn't be.

For deep inside my heart it says,

they're my responsibility and not my preys.

KCH-KL-KCH

Cerita dah lama berlalu.  Raya dah masuk hari ketujuh.  Tapi kenangan masih segar diingatan.

Bila semua orang sibuk terkandas dalam jam, kami sekeluarga masih di Kuching.  Pada pagi Raya, kami sekeluarga berbaju melayu dan berkurung menuju ke lapangan terbang.  Tepat jam 5.30 pagi, kapal terbang berlepas ke Kuala Lumpur.  Anak-anak tersenyum lebar tidak sabar menunggu untuk tiba.  Seronok tak terkata.

Setiba di Kuala Lumpur jam 7.15, ipar dan anak buah dah menunggu.  Anak semakin gembira dapat berjumpa dengan sanak saudara.

4 hari.

Pendek dan singkat.  Ingin lagi tinggal lebih lama.  Namun rezeki hanya setakat ini sahaja.  Dengan izinNya, suatu hari pasti akan berjumpa lagi.  Setakat mengubat rindu.  Syukur pada Ilahi.

HAPPY SMILE

Exactly at 9.15 in the morning, my phone rang.  To my surprise, it was my best friend from Kuala Lumpur. As I answered my phone, I started to smile.  It was really nice to hear from her with our naughty jokes and crack heads.

Soon she gave the phone to another guy friend.  A friend who always offers help yet at the same time, a person I always quarrel with.  It was indeed great to be able to quarrel with him in the phone once again.

Then the phone was passed to another friend, the only doctor in the house. Hearing their voices made me alive.  I was crazy again.  Laughing and giggling as we go through memory lane.

When we had to bid goodbye, I think my heart and soul had flown back to my previous school.  As I entered my class, I was smiling all through the way.  My mind thinking of my friends and how I miss them so much.  Shouting, fighting, debating, laughing, joking and mocking at each other.

I messaged my friend saying how happy I was to hear from her and suddenly at 11.50, she called me again. And the craziness go on.  Today is indeed a happy day for me.

Working life

Had left Sarawak at the age of 18.  After 17 years, I finally returned.  Not for good I think.  My heart still misses the hectic life in Kuala Lumpur.

Surprisingly when I was posted to Kuching, I got a school which was quite far from my home address. Coincident?  I have no idea.  It was not at the heart of the city yet I wouldn't dare to say it is in the rural area.

When I first entered the school compound, it was beautiful and modern.  As I was welcomed by the teachers, I realised it was totally different from my previous school.  I was given a pendrive for work use and I have to thumb print every time I come to work instead of the normal punch card.  My table is amazing since I have sockets on the table for personal use and I can see everyone has a laptop and printer on their tables.  It was almost like a cubicle, where you have your own private place.  I have shelves, cupboards and drawers to place my belongings.  And the best part is the staff room is air conditioned!  There is no ceiling fan and the room is extremely cold.  I think I have to drag my feet going to class.


Then when it comes to handing in our lesson plans, we have to type and print the lesson and arrange them nicely in a file given by the school.  And we only hand them in after two or three weeks.

Okay, I think by now I might sound like a weirdo who has never seen or been in this situation.  The fact is YES, I have never been in this situation.  The previous school was different yet I miss the friendly smiles of my friends who have been my colleagues for 13 years.

Teaching is always a difficult task since you have to deal with different culture, language, behaviour and attitude.  Students are students.  No other words to describe them.

As for the work ethic, perhaps it is more relaxing.  Starts working at 7.10 in the morning and ends at 2.10 in the evening.  If there is any meeting, the latest was at 5.30 in the evening and that happens maybe once a month.

Timetable and schedule.

Hmm.. quite alright for a newcomer.  See what I'm doing now.  I actually have time to write in my blog again. Pretty impressive right?

I have been working for six months and I don't know what's the life span of this working life will be.  At the moment, adaptation is the best word to keep in mind.

Fasting Month

Another five more days until Raya.  My little boy Adam has managed to fast from the beginning of Ramadhan up till today.  As a mother, I am absolutely proud of him.

Remembering his first day of fasting.  

When we went to the food bazaar, he stopped almost every step looking at the drinks sold with his hand on his chest.  Talking to himself saying 'be patient, be patient'.  It was a funny scene.  Yet we did not force him and asked if he wanted to break fast.  Indeed he was patient enough refusing to break fast.

Hopefully he can still survive this last five days.  He has been counting because in that five more days, we will be back in Kuala Lumpur.  Everyone misses it.  Everyone wants to go home.  

Past and Present

March.

Everyone thought it was the most terrible incident.  A holiday nightmare.  Perhaps even a lesson to be learnt.  Whatever it may be, we can only plan.  Allah decides.

Legend

So this is how life is,

We plan.

We prepare.

We hope.

And when misfortune happens,

our hands at our hearts.

Our lips are hut.

Watery eyes are out of control.

It seems like we have lost our soul.

Then tears flow slowly down our cheeks.

Speechless to what we seek.

...MH370...

The number will be remembered.

The lost will be treasured.

The date will become history.

And the tragedy will be an unforgettable memory.

And today July, 18

What word should be used to describe this incident?  Fate.

Let us also pray for MH17 victims.  As for now, I am lost for words.

Hello world

My last entry was on 4th April 2012. It has been 2 years that I have left my blog. I didn't know why and what made me stop writing but now I'm trying to spare some time to share ideas, opinions and experiences with others. Unfortunately, I have forgotten how to brighten a blog to make it more cheerful and lively. Slowly I hope, I will learn again all these terms and gadgets related to blogging. Well, to start the blog, let's just talk about the beginning of my 2014.

Where am I now?

 I used to live in Kuala Lumpur. The busy and hectic life of the metropolitan city. The city that never sleeps apart from Las Vegas of course. Now, I've migrated to Sarawak, the land of the hornbill. Quiet, less traffic and more greenery than tall buildings. My hometown, to be exact.

 How did this happen?

 Easy actually. I filled in the transfer form. Big step. Less thought. Rush decision.

 So, what's up?

 Plenty. Day by day I wanted to start writing in my blog but I was still waiting for the right time. Get myself settled down, get comfortable,relax the mind and open my heart.