macam pasar la

She’s quick witted . Sometimes moody but nearly always humorous.

One day we were passing by a newly opened restaurant.

La hari tu Kedai Kayu Nasi kandar.

La mama , mana kedai lain. kayu Nasi Kandar juga.

Dawood Restaurant.Samalah. hanya letak Da saja.Loyar buruk.

 

One day her colleague  noted:

La you ni awat pakai baju macam nak pi market

Ah ha betul la .I memang pun dah ada di market

Why?

Kan market bising.

Siapa ?

You la

kadang kadang tak terjangka otak ku !

 

Minatnya P.Ramlee >dari kecil sampai la ni..

Letak depan tv.

Buka cerita P.Ramlee.

Dia layan sampai tengah hari.

Anak mak dah pandai masak!

 

Last night aten called from Brisbane to photosharing with me.Anak bungsu katakan!Her calls home are sometimes just to hear daddy’s and mama’s voice. Rindu katanya.

It feels just the other day I hold her in my arms.Keletahnya,kenakalannya masih terbayang di mata. She’s grown big too fast.She’s one baby ,one child that any parents would like to have more.

Masih terbayang she took care of her elder brother when she was a tot. Masa time berjalan segala keperluan ,makan minum abang dia lah yang uruskan.

It was hilarious to see her teaching older kids dance steps at our home . The living room would be turned into a studio.Sayang sekali tak pula diambil  gambar untuk kenangan. She’s in kindergarten whereas the students were yr 2 /3 pupils.

Her attempt at cooking started when she was in primary. Terkejut mama bila siap bertumbuk sambal belacan!

Ha kak lin ,kak ina,abang wen ni la masakan aten  utk dinner malam ni ....

Biarlah Rahsia

 

Berkata seseorang padaku :  Terimakasih cikgu kerana simpan rahsia saya Kalau orang lain dah pecah sekolah ni.

I was asked to be a witness and record the proceedings of an in house disciplinary action against a staff.The person soon moved out to another state.

Abang jangan cerita kat sapa pun apa yang abang nampak pada hari ini. Pesan aku berulang kali pada anakku. Biarlah insiden ini kita saja yang tahu.

Peristiwa berlaku semasa anakku dan abahnya dengan tidak sengaja bertembung dengan situasi yang melucukan dan memalukan disebuah sekolah.

Pasti kecoh sebuah sekolah andai anakku menghebohkan pada rakan rakannya.Macam tak percaya bila sijil berhenti sekolahnya mencatatkan pujian yang terbaik untuk kelakuan nya.

I had another test when I accidently uncovered bundles of love letters and messages from one staff to another.Their intrinsic romances were stuff for a hot gossip. Even though the persons concerned had been bitter towards me .I could easily pay back by passing them around. Who cares! I was young at that time.

Mungkin pesanan dan pengajaran mak untuk tidak menjatuhkan maruah orang membuat aku membakar saja hasil kerja dan curahan hati mereka. Masing masing bergelar suami dan isteri orang.Biarlah menjadi debu dan biarlah rahsia mereka menjadi rahsia aku.

 

Menjaga maruah orang selalu aku tekankan pada anak anakku dan anak didikku.Janganlah suka menjaja cerita orang dan mensensasikan nya. Kerana what comes around comes around.Percayalah.

 

Hari ini kita bersuka atas duka dan malu orang

Esok lusa

Dunia berjoget atas

Atas aib dan malu kita.

sena oh sena

 

Got invited to the  majlis penyerahan buku aktiviti  sk sena at putra palace this afternoon.

 

The meeting got rolling with the present head of school giving a report regarding the school status as a cluster school. He spoke  wide and length ,highlighting the kebitaraan ,challenges and vision of the school.

The speech by the pengarah pelajaran was an eye awakening.Particularly when he touched on the challenges met by the admin when implementing certain changes which needs certain amount of sacrifices.

 

sena oh sena

Its a beautiful experience to being given a chance to know you.

Its here I put a full stop as an admin.Pencen I mean.

Its here I met with a conundrum of human wants and needs

I treasured the people who I have shared their ups and downs

Thru thick and thins

We gave Sena a name.

 

Maaf jua dipohon

Andai bicara tak secantik bahasa

Tiada niat terselit dimana

Mencurah bakti selagi ada .Terima kasih sekali lagi

tru tu yu

I AM... I SAID

Written by Neil Diamond

my one time favourite star

L.A.'s fine, the sun shines most the time
And the feeling is 'lay back'
Palm trees grow, and rents are low
But you know I keep thinkin' about
Making my way back

Well I'm New York City born and raised
But nowadays, I'm lost between two shores
L.A.'s fine, but it ain't home
New York's home, but it ain't mine no more

"I am," I said
To no one there
An no one heard at all
Not even the chair
"I am," I cried
"I am," said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still

Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of bein' a king
And then became one
Well except for the names and a few other changes
I you talk about me, the story's the same one

But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I've tried, but it won't let me go
And I'm not a man who likes to swear
But I never cared for the sound of being alone

"I am," I said
To no one there
An no one heard at all
Not even the chair
"I am," I cried
"I am," said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still

1971 Prophet Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

True to you . Ever . I had never heard this song by Neil Diamond for so long.

I dont know  what on earth was when this song kept playing in my mind this morning.

Have to google for this long forgotten song.Found the song on you-tube ah ha

oghang kedah ka

Way back in 1973 a sempoi young woman was posted to the outback of Selangor. She’s never been anywhere except for Penang for her course.

So this young unassuming lady of twenty,accompanied by her parents presented herself to the school.

The next day class started. Her first lesson was p.e.She gathered the children at the field and commanded  “ Laghi Bebaih ! Laghi !

The children stood still. The teacher hollered Laghi. Tapi budak budak tu tak laghi jugak.

Suddenly one smart lad shouted. Punggah!!! The boys ran helter skelter while the girls giggles uncontrollably. The teacher learned her first lesson.

Later she asked one of her housemate

Noi mai sat gughuih . Well depa bagi beghuih. The young teacher learned her second lesson.

Well the lady was me with my thick Kedahan accent posted to a predominantly Jawanese settlement.

 

Until today,my children did wonder at some of the terms and slang /dialect their mother utters

Consider this.

Lempiang. Tawaq hebiaq. Biaq pi la no

Ask olin if you want more.

recipe for aten dan yang se gang dgnnya

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this isnt  the exact replica of ayam goreng kurma mama

dekat nak puasa ni anak anak pasti teringat kat masakan bonda.Apa eh yang nak mama perturunkan hari ni.

 

ha ah. “Ayam masak cabai or sambal tumis ayam buah kurma”

simply grind : cili kering ,belacan, bawang besar,buah keras,

Heat oil in the wok.

Fry the cili paste add assam and garam.Add buah kurma(shredded) and sugar. Masukkan sedikit kicap tiram.

Fry the ingredients until they smell nice and dry.

Akhir sekali masukkan ayem goreng yang telah digoreng.

Jadilah ayam masak goreng kurma mama. Itulah rahsianya.

Selamat mencuba!

Hei dello

dell remarkable twin

A sharp piercing cry jolted me in the still of the night.Hurriedly got out of bed and searched for the source of that morbid sound.Cant believe my eyes! It was Dell and one of the little babies.

Dell was tossing and kicking the baby as if it was a mouse.Poor little kitten could do nothing but to wail as loud as it could.

Jade join in the foray as if scolding Dell of its mischief.M0k who was lying on the floor came to see what the commotion was about.

Ha ha it was as if I’m watching a family drama.Dell realising his foolishness let go of the baby and coyly retreated to his domain by the door.He curled into a circle .His eyes still eyeing the babies for the next round of circus act.

Hei dello,do you think your brother is a rubber ball?

tAKUTNYA

 

nampak lengang

After days of hibernating in the house ,I got tired and ventured of the house.

Reading the statistic of confirmed fatalities due to the dreaded h1n1,it was better to stay indoor.But today we went to the border town of Big Field. Had a call from Brisbane enquiring our whereabout.

 

The town seemed deserted and many shops were closed.Except for a few outstation students ,not many customers were browsing the wares sold.

 

Had lunch ,the usual fare,the usual place. Sup tulang,ayam goreng kunyit and telor dadar washed down with air kelapa.Scrumptious!

Costing RM 19 for 2 pax.Sorry its buah kelapa not air kelapa. 

 

Before , I would go from shop to shop ,from stall to stall. But today we went straight to the row of shop that I had in mind. Bought a Rm 100 long black dress ,a brooch (RM 12) and a tudung for 35.

I was uneasy all the time we were there. Two male customers were sneezing not far away from  us.One had the tenacity to spit and clear his nose on the pavement of the shop. How uncivil was he. Suddenly I had this rush of cold feet and hands.

 

Immediately on reaching home,wash my hands and popped panadol actifast. Am I being paranoid?

As of today 41 confirmed ( net source ) deaths due to h1n1. Takuuut !

kenangan satu masa satu ketika

 

masih terngingiang kata seseorang.I hate going into that class. I hate that good for nothing children. I hate this and I hate that about kids under your care.

Agak agaknya la masa ni cucu dia di jaga oleh guru cemerlang ke atau guru jem……..( rasanya dia pun dah bercucu)

Bagiku murid dari kelas hujung walau pun mendera rasa tapi kasihku tertumpah pada mereka. Something of a bonding.Aku bukan anti A classes tapi rasanya mereka terlebih kasih sayang. terlebih puja dan puji (walau pun bukan semua)

Teringat aku akan seseorang . Ramai guru mengutuknya. Ramai kata dia tak berguna . Sewel.Murid tu tahun tiga.Aku ajar BI.Yes he is a slow,retarded dan tak boleh terima pelajaran. Nak complete kerja jauh sekali. Pernah ada guru yang mengikatnya di meja!

Satu hari aku bagi tugasan.Biasalah mana dia nak habiskan. Aku lihat ada kut setengah bahagian saja . Well ni dah baik! Aku ambil kertasnya (buku memang jangan nak jumpa).

Well class,attention!

Tengok ni kawan kita dah mula buat kerja. Baik nye .Lets give a big clap for him.

Tersengih si mamat ni.Mungkin inilah pertama kali dalam sejarah dia dapat pujian.Cikgu BI pula tu. Aku lekatkan hasil kerja dia kat papan kenyataan wlaupun lebih banyak merah dari hitam.

Dari hari tu aku nampak kesungguhan dia dalam pelajaran.Tangan dia la yang dulu naik   nak jawab soalan.

Sayang aku tak dapat teruskan sampai akhir tahun kerana terpaksa bertukar ke sekolah lain.

 

Tapi masih terngiangngiang lagi kata seseorang

takpa la you cikgu pi oversi.Boleh la layan budak tu. Pulak.

 

Till today I was wondering about that  Tahun3 1984/85     , tak salah. Mana tahu doktor masa aku pi klinik hari tu simamat tak dok diam and that young man yang masuk pusat pemulihan anak cucu cikgu allergic kat budak kelas hujung.

easy goes it....repost

The biggest disease of the mind I once read is thinking too much especially about others.
How very me. I could relate to the above mentioned hypothesis without fail.
I worried for every single person in my family especially the off springs.
Are they doing fine
Are they eating right
Are they sleeping well.

Stop worrying ,you worrywart!
What will be,will be
The Future ‘s not us to see
What will be, will be

I dont quite agree with que serra serra for the future is for us to see.What you sow is what you  reap.On the way there is the qada and qadar.What you sow may be washed out by the flood.

Particularly right is education. Parents should from the very beginning pay attention to their children holistic growth.  See your gp if the child’s growth is not at par.
Tell stories to babies. Be imaginative . A blade of grass ,a cat ,a balloon could be the source of a story.Read to them.Pamper them with books.You wont regret the price you pay for the books instead for the vision and the corning ware. I dont have a cupboard for all those nice crockery until all the children were grown up and my girl  presented me with set of corelle from Australia . Instead I have  cupboards full of magazines,novels ,comics which I sometimes hand over to my nieces when they visited me.
Travelling should start with the bookshop.It was our ritual if we were to embark on a journey. Let the children choose their own reading material.It does wonders when the children are engrossed in the books. If the child wishes for a book please quickly comply.
Shower them with compliment when they are able to show progress. Even if the marks are still in the red.Even if the passing mark is way to go.See the glow in their face and the lights in their eyes. In our home there’s a wall of fame. Frames of the children’s convocation were put up as a source of inspiration for the younger ones.My own picture with the king is still in the cupboard.Its for the pmp you know.
Well I could go on and on.

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h2n2

 

Had by chance watched a programme on 502.The topic discussed by the panel was makhluk halus which literally means supernatural,spook,ghosts or h2n2 as cik ley  made out.

• Well, I could still remember the days growing up in the 60’s in JPL.People used to scream for no reason in my village. The shaman was summoned and a ritual  would be carried out.

Once a ceremony of  sort  was  done on my neighbour who had gone beserk  . Father and the villagers had to go deep into the jungle to release the ‘ beings’ .The shaman was  cloaked in black and chanted mantras . The victim was seen clawing and roaring as if possessed by the spirit of a tiger.The screams could be heard throughout the village. How very frightening.

You could have an eerie feeling if you passed by a certain house. It was rumoured that the owner was in a relationship with a supernatural being.

• Once I saw a trail of fire in the sky. It was night and the sky was suddenly illuminated by a moving object.It was like a ball of fire with a tail.I was looking out of my window at the teachers quarter of a Felda scheme in Ulu Selangor one day in 1973.What could it be ?
• My housemates could hear their names being called in the middle of the night.They could hear knockings on the walls that drove them into fear. But  for me I could hear or see nothing.I even slept in the house all by myself!
• The former occupant of the house related that she had one day she saw her husband home and prepared tea for him. The poor husband was at that time teaching in the classroom.So who could that be? It was in no time that they hurriedly moved to another house.

Well those are experiences way back in the 60’s and 70’s. In the 80’s , 90’s and 2000’s there are equally disturbing moments that we went through.

h1n1……h2n2

 

With 32 deaths to date , h1n1 or the dreaded swine flu has claimed , fear crept into my heart for the safety of the my family.With the children away from home I could only pray for their safety .Hope they take the necessary precautions that had been laid down.

BUT do have these considered too:

• cut down on the hours on the computer.
• eat healthy food
• drink a lot of plain water.
• sleep well and sleep early
• dont go out unnecessarily.

 

To ina and wen in kl

To olin in Pahang

To aten in brisbane…….take care.

mama love you you , you and you!

 

As for h2n2 ……

just write mum

It must be over 2 months since I last penned my thoughts. I wouldnt know why I chicken out. I felt like I am exposing my self ,my thought for all and sundry.
Olin was persuasive when she last came back. Mum why arent you writing anymore? she queried.
Well at last here I am. After blog hopping and hogging I last found out that most bloggers were young and techno savvy.Seriously I hardly came across bloggers who categorically fall into my age and interest group.
My mission in penning this poor blog of mine is as a reminiscence of the yesteryears. Maybe a little dash of todays and a sprinkle of tomorrows.Maybe when I am gone my children could still remember the ups and downs that we have endured and achieved.I hope my children could cherish the beautiful memories and learn from the broken pieces.
So brace yourself for the homecoming !

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