From school to school

Ahad lepas dan Ahad2 sebelumnya ,cerita cikson berkaitan sekolah yang cikson belajar.Semuanya di negeri lahir cikson ...Kedah.Selaps itu hidup cikson jadi perantau.Membawa diri ke negeri orang.
Oh ya ..masa lepas SC/MCE cikson di offer tempat dalam HSC di Derma..Perlis.Kalau tidak cikson jadi pioneer dalam HSC utk Derma,
Awat mama tak dapat offer kat Kedah?...entahlah .
Juga matrik,foundation studies ka...masa tu seingat makcik mana ada semua ni,Samada masuk kolej buat diploma atau HSC/STP.Lepas tu baru boleh masuk universiti.
It was history dan banyak liku liku hidup yang terpaksa ditempuhi.Kalau ada lah PTPTN macam sekarang mungkin langkah cikson berbeza.Ka dah jadi professor.....haha.
So goodbye Derma.
Then after college,I was sent to the outback of Selangor .To a school amidst the greens of kelapa sawit.SK Gedangsa .Tg Malim was my first school as a teacher.At 19.Bln 4 baru cikson 20.Banyak kenangan pahit manis di sekolah ini.Selama 3 tahun di wilayah ini dan cikson minta tukar suka sama suka.Itu pun punya cerita sendiri.
Was I happy being a teacher....Hmm choose to be happy with what you do,then happiness in what you do will come to you.
I was not afraid to try things that I was entrusted to do.Bayangkan seorang  yang sangat pemalu di beri tugas memberi bimbingan kepada orang lain.Satu dewan pula tu....Mau pengsan.

Antara sekolah sekolah yang cikson dihantar mengajar,hanya satu sekolah saja yang cikson minta ditukarkan....Yang lain ditukarkan..Atas nama perkhidmatan.

1972-2008......part of my life full of Good Morning,teacher.Rindunya.

sebelum malam melabuh diri,mari makan goreng pisang petang ini.

Pisang free ...pakmentua bagi

goreng dgn tepung rangup,secamca tpg gandum serta garam dan sedikit kunyit.

wash down with a mug of nescafe...heaven.

krup krap,manis,manis buah....habis sepinggan cerah

Berbakti pada orang....belum tentu penerimaannya.Sukakah dia.Mungkin lauk kita kurang garam .
So many occasions,niat baik disalah ertikan.Lain diucap lain disampaikan.
On so many occasions,orang yang kita tolong tidak semestinya menolong kita balik.
So buat baik berpada pada...usah bergadai golok harta benda.


Berbakti pada tanah ...petang petang anak cucu kenyang perut.

Lessons from my mother

    All through the years,mum departs knowledge and wisdom to her children but its her actions that speak louder than words.
I still remembered that kind gesture mum made when she let the beggar lady picked the sireh from her tree.
Not only that,she gave a few pieces of her kuih to the lady to eat.
Mak awat bagi kat dia...kotoq la dia.Telinga dia pun panjang berjela.
Mum just smiled.
Tolong orang dapat pahala.was her explanantion.Gathering pahala was one side but the gesture she made made a strong impact on little me.
    That day a lady appeared on my lawn and asked for some money.Looking at her reminded me of that beggar lady .She may not be my race and religion but mum had set in my mind. : Be kind to others even though they might be of different legion.
True enough in my time of needs...its not my own race who gave me a helping hand.It happened not once but on many occasions.I've narrated those incidents before.

Apa yang kita buat adalah lebih memberi impak daripada apa yang kita cakap....I might not remember her words but I remembered her actions more.

DIY...burung terbang dipipiskan lada

berputik dan berbunga dia...

tengok lebat bunga dan putik
tak sabar rasanya nak petik

Diracik,digaram dan digula....masuk petiais sedapnya dia.
Diracik,digaram,digula,dicabai melaka dan diasam boikan...masuk petiais lagi sedaplah rasanya.
Diracik,dicicah sambal kak Bee ...amboi meleleh air liur dibuatnya.

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Lagi lagi bukan pokok sendiri.

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