Belajar rajin rajin ya ,anak anak...SKTTB..

Hmmm...what should I write today. Being Monday its back to school day.

Menderum bunyi kereta pagi pagi sebelum matahari menampakkan diri. Faham sangat kalau hari sekolah . Tentu ibubapa dalam perjalanan menghantar anak2 ke sekolah. Dan tidak berapa selekoh dari RBL ada sebuah sekolah menengah dan kalau masuk sedikit dalam kampung ada sebuah sekolah rendah..Hehe...sekolah first cikson jadi GB. ...SKTTB.

pic...from google

SKTTB...penuh nostalgia. Selepas dua kali ditawar jawatan pentadbir didua buah sekolah,entah kenapa cikson terima jawatan itu. Mulanya tawaran adalah untuk GB sekolah Pendidikan Khas di tepi jalan menuju pekan Kangar.Namun SKTTB juga jadi jodoh cikson.

Maka setiap pagi cikson akan membelok ke kanan selepas titi di Seriab. Menuju timur . Melalui jalan yang seriau nak lalu. Toleh ke kanan parit atau some terusan. Toleh ke kiri sungai pula. Jalan pula one way. Tinggi atas batas ban.
Jadi bila pagi2,dengan hati2 cikson pandu Kembara merentasi jalan liku liku itu. Mata ke hadapan memandang keajaiban tuhan. Bukit yang samar2 ,burung yang berterbangan . Itu memberi ketenangan.Hinggalah sampai ke satu jambatan untuk cikson seberangi sebelum sampai sekolah disebelah kiri...
Kadang2 perjalanan smooth saja. Kadang2 bila sampai sekolah,rasa macam nyawa2 ikan. Tercungap2 .
Lebih2 lagi bila berseliseh dgn lori....hihi. You have to stop your car by the edge of the river to let the lorry go....Silap2 masuk dalam sungai which did happen to one of the staff.

SKTTB.... I salute you . Ibubapa amat memberi sokongan pada sekolah. Setiap bulan cikson jemput mereka untuk berkongsi kemajuan atau kelemahan anak2 didik. Yes...everyone of year 6 GB buat pemantauan. Ada rekod. Ada graph. Bila bilangan anak murid sedikit,maka dapatlah dipantau sendiri.Dan bukan tahun 6 saja diberi perhatian...lain kelas pun. Terhutang budi sunggoh dengan PIBG dan guru2 disitu . Lebih lebih lagi masa lawatan di Raja...

Keunikan sekolah menarik perhatian pengarah film...Oh Bulan...

Lama sudah cikson tak masuk sekolah tu. The last time bila cikson memanggil untuk kenduri cikten back in 2014. Cantik sunggoh macam resort. Banyak pembaharuan. Ada bangunan baru.
Niat ada juga nak melawat lagi tapi tak berani. Hari tu cikli bawa kereta masuk dari jalan Dato Ali. Mengucap aja cikson bila jalan muat tayar saja. Takut tergelincir kedalam sawah. Tentu payah.

So dari kejauhan...eh eh tak jauh pun....cikson nak ucapkan pada murid2 disitu.
Belajar rajin2 ya nak....
Be like Mat Redho
or Sulaimen pemenang India Got Talent
or hafiz2 yang selalu kita lihat ditv. Atau mereka yang berjaya dalam hidup mereka.
Ambil inspirasi.....apa kita nak jadi...

pic...googled

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pic...googled

Till I have the courage to drive there....bye,

Waking up....being Fohim.

Browsing fb ,I chanced upon this caption:

dari fb

Aduhai rindunya pada budak tecik ni.
Nak buat camana...dia di KL,atoknya nun jauh di utara.

Dah sepuloh or is it nine dia. Bulan October nanti baru genap setahun.
The last time he visited maktok was during the raya holidays.
He was grumpy,not wanting any body. The long distance that he had endured to reach Perlis had an effect on him.

busying himself

ada la tu yang mengacah dia

happy sokmo

mak dia pun dulu peramah benar..sapa tak kenal kak aten..

Then he noticed someone who frequently visited him at his own home in pv KL.
I cant help but felt amused at his attempts to catch the attention of missy eena,or his makngah who was entertaining a friend.
Hooooh...hooooh...huah...and a wide grin on his face was telling that he wanted attention from aunty eena.
When aunty took notice,his grins widened even further and broke into squeals.

He would be undoubtly the centre of attention for years to come with his antics and tantrums . Being the first cicit to nekma and wan saad. And the only cucu for maktok and tokwanli...

He made himself busy with anything. Pulling the shawl off someone's face . Talking to the cats.Turning on his back and chewing his fingers. He likes to sing songs too.
Well...I think he knows what a gadget is and tried to imitate mum on her handphone.

I have 4 children and it was sure a raving time bringing them up. Alas at that time we didnt have the handy phone to snap or capture those moments . So most incidents or accidents went unrecorded .
If not....haha tentu banyak episod yang terakam hasil lakonan anak2 berempat tu.

hebat dia..

ketawa lagi..

atok n cucu

asyik apa agaknya

baju kena bubuh dalam ni la mama....

Waking up....whats up m'sia

Woke up when the sun was already shining strong.
Did wake up earlier but the eyes seemed heavy and the body was weary. So continue the sleep I did.

Switched on the laptop....with much anticipation.
Hey Malaysia...Whats up?
And a posting caught my eyes.
Eagerly I devoured the article...
If the said posting is genuine ,then I really pity the writer. Having read about her years before, I was of the opinion that it was her heart writing the post.

Family and children. Mothers daughters and sons . The bond if carefully nurtured could be the most valuable possession on earth.
Having watched too many episodes on tv and real life of family disintergrating when divorces and separation ebbed into the matrimonial web.The children were the ones to suffer.

Malaysia is being watched.
I chanced upon a picture on the web of a crawler in NY Square...
Adoi .... memalukan.

Waking up... the laments of makcik pensioner

Been waking up to quite a number of BReaking News these few weeks.
The Nice Rampage
The Baton Rouge shooting
The German Train manslaughter

Having subscribed to news channels on Astro , it was a ritual for me to switch on these channels in favour of all those nonsensical dramas . But I did have the chance to watch quite a different type of drama two days ago.
Adoi...lupa pulak nama dua2 drama too. Old age is creeping on .
The one with that famous actors of Eman Manan and another...name lupa lagi.
And not to forget that bollywood film starring Salam Khan..Batri...something.

Oh yes....sakit gigi sakit gusi these few days snapped the energy out of me.Also parts of my memories....

Today...woke up to another news. IMDB is making headlines in fb and blogs as well as forums. Ha...dah menyeberang lautan Pacific,Lautan Hindi dah...nun jauh berita datang. Dari Land of Uncle Sam pula. Tengoklah nanti ada pakpong pampong dalam berita kat Malasia or not.

It was also my ritual to go over the messages on Whatsapp. Especially the news from my children in the city and one in the east coast. Aduh...selama hampir seminggu whatsapp ku lesap...jadi kelabu dan berasap . Thinking of sending the android to be serviced or formatted at the IT shops. Meanwhile, I cybersurfed the know how to reinstall the apps. Mujuq berjaya buat sendiri..Selamat duit.

The LRT is giving a hard ride to many in the Klang Valley to commute to the offices in the city centre. Kesian kat anak2....bangun dan bergerak awal pun bukan gerenti boleh sampai awal ke  office.
Dah la kadar parking melambung 200 peratus sjak dua hari lepas.
Agak agak apa lagi no kemudahan rakyat marhaen nak di naikkan,ditiadakan.....kesian kita .

Read a quote... be thankful. Others may envy the life we are having as they are not having a life at all.

Got to be thankful no matter what. ...
Anak2...jadi tak plan utk cuti raya nanti...need rejunevation . Need to feel the fresh air from the sea. Need to see the waves breaking on the beach and to feel the sand under the feet...

At the moment...Oh mere geet terre.....is blaring from channel 864 Astro. India Beat.

Bye...enjoy the moment.