MAGIC

weiiiii, this is magical. My blog is still here........not permanently deleted at all.....

BEG TO OPPOSE

There was no better way to start the day , on a sunny Sunday morning than to drag the munchkins to hubby's school hall, ask them to sit tight, plead them to watch their manners and remind hubby not to let them bothered their ibu who was at work for the next 1 hour ...............sad to say, it was a futile effort. In just a few minutes after the debate had started, they gathered beside me at the adjudicator's table, relentlessly ransacking my handbag and squabbling over a bottle of mineral water, right there in front of the audience , or should I say , members of the House of Lords. If only this had taken place in another place and time, .....................arrrrghhhhhhh.

Di saat-saat minit yang pertama....itu pun dah tak prim and proper...

The speaker of the House then announced the motion for today : BLOGS ARE A FORM OF ABUSED MEDIA...I beg your pardon???. Excuse me, I must be at the wrong table, at the wrong Parliamentary debate. The show hadn't started but I was already bias - I really hoped the opposition would win. At the end, objectivity and figures stood out when it was unanimously agreed that the motion was accepted. If only I had the chance to... beg to oppose.

Be it resolved that........The negatives....SM TEKNIK KUALA KANGSAR.

Be it resolved that ..........The affirmatives.....SM TEKNIK PERSIARAN BRASH IPOH

The panel of wise adjudicators of which 2 are known bloggers. Yours truly was there just to complement the empty seat, whereas the other 4 adjudicators are all veterans. The chief adjudicator literally has the 'debate' blood type running in his veins..!!

The actual Lords of this House berehat-rehat sikit hari ini...biasala, ini the state of Perak we are the tak kisah ones...there wasn't any point of order raised for 'proper Parliamentary attire'. In fact, to simplify everything, the conferring part was held just between two cars, under the shed, which was surprisingly, under a tree too!!!!

But I still have to voice this one POI, no, no... better make it a case line,..This house believes that the English debate (finals) should be held during the closing ceremony instead of the KAT singing Idol 2009. The burden of proof lays open.

STILL LEARNING

Iman is busy perfecting his project paper - yup..I do get the term right. In fact, this is his third Year 4 Science assignment within the duration of 4 months. Hmmmm...let me think for a second, I don't remember doing any assignments when I was in Standard 4...all were just the basic work of copying sentences and practices from the textbook. Now, I feel as if I am the learner and he is the teacher - he fusses me around - buy this colour paper, photocopy this , buy the clips, buy this kind of file....an endless list of things to buy, to print, to prepare.

Tonight, in order to complete his work, he needs to figure out his date of birth according to the Hijr calender. Gosh...an information that I could not blurt out to him spontaneously. Luckily, the internet is ever ready and ever willing to save me from further embarrassment.

Got it at last...he was born on Thursday 24 Rabi' al-Awwal (beginning of spring) 1420 A.H. Knowing that he shares the same birth month as Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w) makes him really proud. I've my own share of learning experience too. Interested to know yours???, well just click here.

YANG tidak MENURUT PERINTAH

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. All grumpy and feeling a bit edgy.

Could it be because hubby was not around - his usual outstation tour in the name of academic progress has begun-, or perhaps it was because Aina wet the bed in the wee hours of the morning, oooooor...... maybe it was because the two boys bunked with me last night and to make them got up in order to change the bedding set and their pyjamas ,drained my life's energy ......ooooooor plainly it was because of the new ruling : have to reach school before 7.15a.m - 1 minute late, red carded in the service book.

Of course I was late - Aina and Imran's kindergarten only opened at 7a.m and driving like a mad woman along that 24km trunk road in the quest to get to school on time didn't help me either - 7.17a.m was my unlucky time.

What to do...SAYA YANG tidak MENURUT PERINTAH.

THE LOO ADDICTS

I was at Methodist, playing the role as an adjudicator in the district's public speaking competition. What amazed me the most was not how articulate the contestants were as they influenced the judges to walk with them ....no, nothing about that, instead, it was the loo that caught my attention.

Before I could go on further, let me try to explain the situation at SOME of the government schools. In the 80's asking the permission to visit the loo means only one thing- there was an unbearable urge to take care of a big or small business . However in today's educational scenario, the loo has been given a new branding and face lift. It has now become a trendy hot spot for some students ( known as loo addicts) to have one jolly good time without the presence of a teacher. It seems that, whatever is there in the loo . provides escapism for them. Say goodbye to drugs or even gums because this is the new kind of addiction - the stinking pungent stench makes them wanting to come there more often than ever. With all this hype, in average, there will be one addict heading towards the loo in every 10 - 15 minutes.

Some teachers are oblivious to the surrounding that they simply allow such addicts to go out. (even though it is just after recess). The presence of one loo addict walking along the corridor is a perfect catalyst for others to follow suit. The other gang members spontaneously get all fidgety and begins to be disruptive when the lesson starts. Some teachers manage to hang on while there are others who couldn't stand any of it and so, they set them free. Two loo addicts walking along the corridor definitely spells double trouble as they pass by other classes. Each loo detour takes around 15 to 25 minutes to complete. Hence, by the time these loo addicts get back to class, the lesson is finally over. Hooooray...both parties gain benefits- the teachers get their 35-40 minutes peace of mind and the addicts get to fulfill their cravings.

And today to my surprise, Methodist and its PTA have taken a proactive measure to curb this activity - each loo visitation is worth 10 cent. Believe it or not..their plan really works . The average loo visitation frequency is lessen tremendously but I am not sure whether there are any ill effects on the health as the result of it.

Hmmmmmm....seeing that makcik and the collection box on the table in front of the gents and ladies really reminded me of the public toilet at the bus station. Bijak, bijak..

APRIL WITHOUT FOOLS

This matter is of paramount importance and so I preach loud and clear today, making sure each of my students take heed of this issue. The supposedly 'Speaking' lesson transforms itself into a Q & A session for more than 30 minutes. Let's hope they have listened, understood and remembered my spontaneous Tuesday sermon well.

THE THING THAT I DO BEST

Siiiiggghhhhiiinnnnggg, Siiiigggghhhiiinnnng, Siiiggghhhiiinnnnggg....that is what I do best right now ( I may look 10 years older by the time I finish writing this entry). My heart aches to write but my cluttered mind is so tired that I can't even structure a proper sentence to express how I feel. In the weeks to come, things are going to get roughly manic ......I desperately need to recharge my batteries but unfortunately I have forgotten the fact that I am not using the re-chargable ones . Siiiigggghhhiiinnngggg, siiiigggghhhhiiinnnng, siiiiggghhhiiinnnnggggg.