Cerita pelik disebalik harga barang naik.

Nak gelak ke atau nak teriak...teriak ni orang utara kata nangisla.Bukan lompat bintang sambil tepuk tangan ya anak anak.

The story goes like this.

Masuk 2014...makcik perasan lauk yang dibeli lekat celah gigi saja walau dgn harga sama sebelum tgh malam 31 Dec 2013...
hari tu cikli beli lemak perut dgn apa kebende tu..selaluya dekat 1/2 mangkuk .Makan berdua tak habis boleh dibawa ulang tayang.Tapi bila tahun beralih,tup tup masakan sama harga sama hanya secuit saja.Dua tiga urat...Sekali cikli ngap nampak dasar piring....piring tau..

Dan tgh hari tadi lagi nak tak tau nak kata apa...Kali ni cikli beli sayur ketola masak lemak.Sambil menghulur bungkusan plastik utk transfer dlm pinggan cikli mengomel..

Cekik darah betoi...tak patut tak patut.

Masa nak sauk sayur tu,adik manis kedai tu tanya.Pakcik nak telor atau tidak.Telor tu pun bukan sebiji sebiji yang boleh dikira pun.
Kenapa? suami makcik tanya balik.
Kalau bubuh telor harga dia lain.....laaa lagu tu pula.

lain kali kita beli kuah sudahlah....

Belum pun banyak hari tahun 2014...tapi banyak benar cerita pelik dok dengar ttg harga barang yang melambung lambung melantun lantun..
And my thought goes to the ones who were having a difficult time before 2013.Agaknya bagaimana la agaknya mereka tahun ni.Badan dah tua,anak susun paku....alahai nasib.Cikson yang tinggal berdua dgn cikli pun kena ikat perut lagilah mereka yang punya anak anak kecil bersekolah.Sigh.

Barang dapur dan keperluan asas dah licin...tak boleh tidak kena juga beli.Sebagai langkah berjimat cermat sebelum melangkah keluar kena buat senarai.Selepas baca sedikit sebanyak ideas utk berjimat cermat cikson akan tuju ke in house brand....lebih jimat...Bawa kupon potongan kalau ada.Banding harga sebelum beli...Tuju tempat promosi dan clearance....kalau nasib baik berganda ganda jimat.

Dan pada the quartet in the capital...pesan mama live within your means.Cut down .Trim down.

Its a beautiful feeling

Woke up to the calls of the muezzin from the mosques and suraus nearby.Its for Subuh ,the first prayer for the day.After doing what a Muslim should do and got to do,I got ready for the household chores.

Wash the dishes ,made the bed,straighthten  the furniture,fluff the cushions ,wipe the counter tops and other nick knacks  around the house.Cikli gone back to sleep after Subuh and I seldom.I would be at the singer sewing machine counter top that served as my laptop table.Checking stories and events from the forums and latest headlines.As well as getting news from fb.Got bits and pieces of news about the quartet thru their fb...but they seldom update.They have what they call wassup wetchat which I was not rope in.Leceh kata depa bagi mama tau semua...

My current interest at this present moment is from the ROAPERS.Republic of Anak Perlis..well for ERS am not too sure what they stand for.We get to air our views and grievances about matters happening around us.Hope it will stay its use for the good of the people and does not end up as a trashy dumping ground .Yes...some forums do end that way.

Been doing a lot of cleaning away at the home front...and in its midst I came across a few articles ,letters,pictures that been lying idle in its place.
Came across a a weather beaten letter....and it shows that when I started teaching I was paid RM 230.00 back in 1973.Well the symbol used is not RM ..but  dollar.How much is the starting pay for a non graduate ..do they still churn out teachers with diplomas..during those years even diploma is unheard of..we just have our sijil after more than 2 years in college.

dah berapa dekad agaknya

Its a good feeling too when I noticed that in the blogger post stat ,there are a few who came over for my post on Clutter Free Classroom.,Rengkasan mengajar and a few on KSSR,PBS....jadilah ada yang masih baca post post itu sebagai panduan..and I feel like wring more on education.Share what I have gone through .how to wither the weather .There was that moment when I feel I was at the top of the world when students under my care came out with results to be proud of..in public exams or contests.

selagi ada

And its a beautiful feeling when the orchids are still blooming ...


Oh well...the wm has stopped and the clothes need to be hang out to dry....bye.

ps....really need to do more reading...so many unread books around.OMG for example.

bahan nak baca

And its a beautiful feeling able to read...

It will be a long night

Went to sleep around 9.30.Woke up an hour later, felt hungry and gobbled a few mouthful of rice.
Sleeping before its due time and then waking up has an unpleasant side to it.I wont be able to go back to sleep easily..
So rather than tossing in bed trying to catch that elusive dream,its better to stay awake.Ala...besok bukan kena pi kerja pun.
Did some reading and surfing the net.Incidentally daughter in SK posted that haunting song I heard on Light FM in fb.Throughout the week I turn into Light FM while doing household chores and without fail this song would be on air..And I fell in love with it.


This past week we went house hunting.And I came with this realisation...its like chasing the end of the rainbow.The houses that we seen were beyond her mean...I pray that our longing for owning a house would materialise soon enough.Please God have pity on my dear after what she had gone through.I was lambasting her for not purchasing one earlier without realising her financial commitments.Now that she is better off financially,the price of houses has ballooned beyond her reach.

There were many things that bother me lately.Cikli has lost quite a considerable amount of income .But it would be okay since all children are no more dependent on us.We have to be prudent in our spending .Slashing those that are not important.Cooking more than buying ready cooked food.Got to do some grocery shopping however.It would be good if I could visit that pasar tani in Seriab..

It will be a long night..with.my eyes wide open..
Thought goes to dear sonny bonny in KL.Saw his status on fb ...at 4 am.Just finished his work at last..Kesiannya.4 am mum and dad were snoring in bed.And he had to slog in front of the computer.Siang tadi pula dipejabat.Take care of your health dear.

Eh kalau la mama kaya raya macam mama besar...tentu all these wont happen.Tentu tak jadi kudis nak beli rumah harga 300 k .Tentu anak mama dah tidur ditilam empuk persis tilam hotel 6 bintang dari mengetuk papan kekeunci jam 4 pagi dalam bilik tidur..
Tentu anak mama tak kena hantar mengajar sekolah yang jauh jauh dan berbeza budaya dari kita.Atau lebih lagi tak perlu kerja apa apa.....

Anyhow...amat bersyukur atas apa yang kita ada hari ini.Lihat sekeliling ada manusia yang lebih susah .Dan payah mereka tentunya berganda ganda dalam masa kenaikan harga sekarang...

Its been a long night....and I leave to be with my creator...mengadu padaNya.Memohon padaNya.Ya Rabb.

Down memory lane....first day of school thru the eyes of a retired GB.

Today is the first school day for the states observing weekends on Sat-Sunday.And the second for those otherwise.Johor has also joined the bandwagon switching her weekends to Fri-Saturday.

I had my days as  a student starting year one long long ago in a town infamous during insurgency...emergency just 4 years after the proclamation of independence.Remembered my GB who was a stout woman in her 50's.Cikgu Bee was her name.We didnt have that so called orientation or something near that.Remembering the first day of assembly and bewidered at the turn of events for the day.My tok ...tok orang pun.. was the one who ushered me to the school on the first day.I didnt cry and settled well for the day..Coming home  full of stories .

And in my term as an English teacher I was under the supervision of numerous HM and HMistresses.A few of those I could envision quite fondly.One being my first HM in the remotest part of Selangor...dah pun namanya HULU...One effervescence young man.Cikgu Mokhtar was the one..Nothing bad .

And the one whose memory will forever linger in my mind was Mr.Jayaratnam.Feared by teachers and students alike.No hanky panky work by anyone...you get it there and then.But I felt safe under his admin.he would stand for his teachers if he felt they were in the right.He knew where to scold and where to motivate.The last time I heard he was in Sabah...

I dont know how my teachers perceived me as their supervisor...we may not be able to be in everybody's book.When I joined SKRPB as an MBMMBI teacher,one of the staff was my former teacher..And she commented that I was strict...ye ke..You no business is my business..

GBs or Hms ....is not to be feared.But to be looked as the one who who will guide,motivate ,correct and be the leader of the pack.Dont rule by divide.Dont have any favouritism....org tu org tu saja yang kita nampak.Be fair...and to be fair you have to know what stuff your staff are made of.Dont be afraid ..walau kadang kadang memang kita takut .

Actually...beratus cerita sebalik gelaran GB walau boleh dibilang tahun menyandangnya.And I was one grateful HMistress ....diberi Allah berpencen dgn segala kemudahan dan kebesaran.Many thanks to SK Sena for the grand exit...bye bye.Until now when I look at the presents ,the video and the pictures...I realised I was one lucky lady..

Hehe...mana cerita first day of school tu..Nanti ya.