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This time, I want to upload pics (and trying my level best to get the video uploaded) on all our candids and nonsenses back in sandakan and kundasang! Check it out.. Kalau TEYL bergabung, mcm ni la!


(TENGOK MUKA AIZU!!! abeh comel ah tu??)



(huhuhuhuhuhuh)



(interference!)



(Interference lagik!)



(banding bezakan buaya-"buaya" di atas..sekian terima kasih..hahahahaha)



(aku jumpa kawan2 Banggi aku yg telah di"mute"kan di Rainforest Discovery di Sandakan!)



( i seriously have never seen such a scence in Penang, but back in RANAU, yes, it does exist!)



(ini lah caranya TEYLians cross the road.. Bagi perhatian pada Naza dan tangannya! adoi)



(inilah caranya we pay respect to the war memorial in Kundasang!)



(pokok tu nak makan kami!)



(taknak komen apa-apa...)



(i like this pic the most)



(yanti belajar melompat!!yeay yeay)


(berjaya kah video yg aku upload??!)
(proses mengeluakan asap dari mulut!)

Call of Nature.. Muahahaha

Sorry for not updating my blog for sometime.. Been enjoying some time in Sandakan and Kundasang. Dear TEYLians and other friends, Kundasang is a better place for honeymoon (So, Fairuz, keep Cameron Highlands to yourself, huh!)



TEYL at Kundasang!!

At last, after lots of thinking and some havoc planning (of course it was all because of bloody Shoba Macintyre's nuthead, we managed to arrive at Kundasang safely)


(Aizu--he made it to Sabah, at last! Yanti, Mogana and I at Sepilok Jungle...)


(Aizu, Sarah and I.. What a view at the back! Fieza..You should have been here!!!)


(Hmm.. Kawan2 TEYL..)


(Wherever TEYLians go, this SIGN will always follow! ARGHHHHH)



(Aizu, Joon and I... )



(Manusia-manusia ini meninggalkan aku dan pergi enjoy di Beluran--aizu ckp dia di gunung kinabalu--MENGARUT)



(What a view! Fieza, you should have been here!)



( I dedicate this picture to all my blog viewers! hehehe)

To Remember Me...

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital, busily occupied with the living and the dying..

At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped..

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And please don't call this my deathbed! Let it be called the "Bed of Life", and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives..

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman..

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain..

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play..

Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week..

Take my bones, every muscle, every fibre and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk..

Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout out at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window..

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice against my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God..

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs yu.

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever..

Source:
StarMag dated 10.06.2007

p/s- dear friends, i really loved this piece of writing. that's why I wanted to share it with all of you. Hope it benefits you in every ways it could.

Picnic at Mengayau Beach..

Picnic at Mengayau Beach on the beautiful Sunday of 08th March, 2009...

Ada beberapa gambar utk korang tgk.. hehehe..

This time around I learn not to write long entry..


(hmm.. dzull amek gambar nie.. Hahaha.. Baywatch??)



(suka gambor nie... jgn komen ye)



(before budak dua org ni kena sumpahan Ursula untuk jadi mermaid Kudat dan Pitas)



(adik nabilah rancang nak tanam aku...mcm tak menjadi je..)



(teacher nabilah from Pitas and I.. Mcm artis plak nabilah nie..adoi)




(can you spot nabilah?? lawa kan beach dia? love this place so much...sungguh menenangkan otak yg telah keja keras di sekolah..)




(i dedicate this picture to my dear friend Nur Hafizah Mohd Faiz whom I am very sure will read this entry and she is going to be green with envy.. hahahahha ni la tip of borneo.. )



(hero of the day--UdaNG KaRa Paitan a.k.a Dzull Fairool Fahmi.. muahahahha)

harap maaf, sorang lagi kawan bernama Noor Azreen tidak ada dalam gambar ni sebab dia tak berapa sihat and did not follow us to the beach. untuk tatapan dia jugak.. kami kenang kamu dalam makanan kami, reen...wink...wink...

Trials, turbulation and excitement..

Came out to Kudat with lots of anger bottled up. Boat uncle forgot to pick us up. Ended up boarding another boat (thank Allah) which happened to pass the river while the crocs were planning something on us (i think so)..

While waiting at the jetty in Kampung Palak, I was so shocked, mesmerized and at the same time prayed very hard. My Year 1, little bambino, Alina, was steering a boat!!! It was her turn (every friday afternoon--and i just got to know that when it has been happening continuously for three months) to be the boatwoman of the day. She was so confident, of course, no life jacket on her body, with the kain sarung of the school uniform all neatly wrapped up (like she was about to perform Silambam!)and with one hand steering the boat and another waving at this pathetic semenanjung teacher with soon-to-get-a-heart-attack look on his oily yet full of worry face!

I have never steered a boat all my life. When I was talking to this pengkalan lady(oh yah, i waited for my the second boat to pick me up to Karakit--of course I can't join Alina because they were going back home and not to Karakit), I got to know all the stories about Alina and her family. It was her father's boat that the girl was using and there were four of them. The brothers would start the engine and they take turns to be the boatmen/boatwoman. They travel around one hour plus every day without fail (unless if it rains cats and dogs, of, course they can't make it)to school.

All I could say were endless prayers to Allah to save them from any thinkable and unthinkable disasters. Only ALLAH is their saviour and they have each other's support accompanying them.

Some pictures for everyone. Say your prayers to my courageous pupils, won't you?


(Arif was answering february monthly test. This boy reminds me of my primary school days.. My mom loved to comb my hair like that!)



(my year 2&3 kids answering english test. so many facial expression. susah kot?!)



(year 6 scrap book project. They can do it actually, malas je..)



(an attempt to teach Year 6 cursive writing...buleh tahan kan?)



(so many people have been asking how karakit-the jetty in banggi looks like.. hmm.. well this is the jetty area... surprise!!!)



(ahahahaha.. tu la toilet kat jetty karakit! nak berak pon tak jadi!!)

Ok friends, will update again next time. leave your constructive feedback. Kalau taktau nak cakap elok2, jgn ckp. Buat menyemak blog aku je. Especially to AHMAD!

Feeling of being observed..

I am so nervous, my friends. Tomorrow, I will be observed by my Boss. Getting the shit out of me right now. Butterflies fluttering so freely in my stomach. I wonder they are looking for the way out, and wait, you butterflies, i will flush you into the toilet bowl very soon...

Just can't used to the idea of observation and being observed. What a teacher I am! i have been dreading the observation for weeks and now, my turn has come. adoi...

last year, my boss did observe me, but he was not in the class technically, he was outside the class and gave glances and glimpses on what the hell I was doing with my Year One bambinoes! and at last, his comment was - "Kau tak rasa malu ka menyanyi dan menari dgn Tahun 1?" and i spontaneously said , "ndak, saya ndak malu. saya suka ajar dgn music dan pictures dan actions". He told me "Kau memang guru maktab. sekrang ni susah mau tgk cigu dekat sama dgn budak. kau buleh pergi jauh, bah, sir.." i was flattered that day but then today, i am nervous.

i just don't like to be observed, and i don't know why. do you guys love observations? i think some love it, but many don't. i feel like i am making a clown out of myself each time someone observes me.

To end this entry, i would love to share an experience during practicum when my lecturer Mr Teoh came to observe my teaching the very first time. I practically warned him not to look me right into my eyes when i was teaching and he was so obedient, he did not. hahahaha. so cute of him, he sat and faced to the left side of the class, looking at what the kids were doing and in the end he told me he had some difficulty turning in front and sideways because i made him stare at the kids work for one hour! hahahahahaha

Ahmad.. Oh.. Ahmad...

Out of a sudden, I got some comments in my blog entries by these "alienated" soul who disguised himself in the beautiful name "AHMAD". For my friends who do not understand Arabic, Ahmad in Arabic means All the praises (which are meant only for Allah).

I was dumbstruck as well as dumbfounded to read such comments from him, who may have known me and may not (i guess, he knows me but he has not been in touch for years and now, as some guilt is rushing up or perhaps out of curiosity on what I am up to right now, he wrote some comments that vividly portrayed his BEHAVIOUR!)

anyway, that was not the point. You may study or have studied in the most prestigious university or whatever you call it, but all that shows out from your comments can be said that you do have not learnt ANY SINGLE THING pertaining to life and how you deal with it!

thank you for the comments which I know you would have meant to humiliate me (as it may have always been your attitude to do that to others whom you feel are superior in any sense and whom you feel should be under your control in any ways)

Islam teaches lots and lots of politeness. If I said anything that have hurt you, i am sorry. But you really did something that could tarnish my image but I don't give a damn on what you have got to say because I pretty know you do not know me as much as I know you!

Take care, AHMAD! may allah's blessing be upon you wherever you are. Just remember, what allah has given you can be taken away from you any moment he wants just like what he may have done to you in the past. You do not introspect, I guess, because you may be someone who is easily contented with what you have!

p/s- ahmad, mind your grammar! When you use "You", it is a plural subject, so, it should be followed by plural verb "Suck" not "Sucks".. mind you, I am a full-fledged ENGLISH TEACHER! and vulgarities just make you more stupid in every ways it could. Include more dzikir in your words, it eases your pain alot!