Saturday, November 28, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
feel like i can breathe freely again.. hahahaha
yesterday was the final class..
i sat for two quizzes that i missed as emak was unwell
okay, i read n did mind map, yet it was quite difficult to give out great answers.. to be exact explanation, perhaps i need to read more..
it is done...
i hope that i manage to get good results, ameen.
well, lesson is learnt
next semester, i'll do better than this,
hopefully, great lecturers,
no more missing class
for the time being, let's enjoy !
Thursday, October 15, 2009
about 2 months lefty before 2010
college is busy with final exam and MUET
while my masters schedule is packed with presentations, assignments and quizzes
Alhamdulillah, haziq is back at home
thanx for all your prayers.
i'm worried about irsyad now.
he is so naive
he is already 13 years old
he doesn't have interest in study
he enjoys watching astro a lot
he likes to help opah do the house chores
i feel sorry for him
i know hardworking is great
but i think he should be hardworking in both studying and helping others
he is the first grandson
he needs to be the great role model
to his siblings
to his cousins
i don't know what to do with him
when i go home
i can look at him
talk to him
about the future
but i won't always be there
to look after him
i believe in him
i hope he can do better in his study
he hates maths like the rest of his aunties
because he is weak in it
maths is important
i hope it is never too late
that the damage still can be fixed
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
My mother was down under fever, low blood pressure and gastric since 1st ramadhan.
She couldn't eat at all. She just lied down on bed. Dr Mat from klinik Rahim advised her to go to hospital to get drip, but she refused.
Abah asked us to have coax her to go and get drip from at a clinic.
Only after all of us were at home, she agreed to get the drip, not at the hospital, but at a private clinic.
Looking at her at that time, i just realised that she was very old and i was afraid that she won't be there when it is the time for me to get my masters degree and get married.
I cooked for her.
Just a simple ikan singgang n ikan goreng, she almost finished the whole plate of it.
Abah said that she was actually missing all her children as well as her youngest grandson, haziq.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
you need to change your attitude
when the others say you can't do it
take it as a challenge
show them you can do it
and when you do it
make the best out of it
you are the one who is responsible
to your own success
put aside other irrelevant things
remember the main purpose of what you are doing now
remember ALLAH in anything ang and everything you do
tonight is 19th night of Ramadhan
make your prayer
all the best, jaja!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
We heard the bell on the night of Ramadan
I HAVE fond memories of the Ramadan month as a boy when I was living in Terengganu.
My father, a postal clerk, was a strict man when it came to fasting and we started fasting during primary school or even before that.
By the age of five or six, almost all the children in the family would have observed the fast. We would start by fasting for half a day, then the whole day.
We had a big extended family in the house, and I can still recall the atmosphere in the house during the fasting month.
Mother and grandmother would have spent the day making kuih and bubur lambuk.
Some of the cakes that we had for berbuka included akok, a sweet Terengganu cake made of eggs baked in a mould, and beleda, a jelly dried in the sun until crusted sugar appears on the surface
We had horribly-sweet things like nek bat, the cake which was soaked in sugar.
It took my mother the whole day to make this cake, patiently mixing the batter and pour them into moulds.
The baking was unique. She would place coconut husks above and below the moulds and burn them and the nek bat would turn out nicely.
Mother still found time to cook bubur lambuk.
It was quite easy to get the ingredients for all these delicacies. Pasar Tanjung, the morning market, was right in front of our house.
The market was a wonderful place. Besides the fish, meat and vegetables, you could also buy baskets and trays and other things at the market.
The women would have their selendang over their heads. They wore selendang in those days (not the hijab).
I would stare out of the window of my house at the market, soaking in the atmosphere, the vendors, the people and the haggling and all the other "market noises" and happenings.
In the late afternoon, we, the children, would be sent to the market to buy ice. It was the days when there were no fridges.
An "ice-man" would come with a huge block of ice from a factory in Balik Bukit. He would saw it into smaller chunks for a group of kids who would cut it down further to be sold at 10 sen or 15 sen per block.
We would buy these blocks from these kids.
The ice was to chill the rose syrup we had for berbuka puasa. The syrup was made by our parents at home.
The highlight of Ramadan was of course, the breaking of fast each day.
Our buka puasa routine was quite simple really. Everyone would gather around the dining table.
Then the genta (bell) would be clanged, and some of the kids would fire their meriam buloh.
We would wait for geduk (drum) or beduk to sound. It would be getting dark, and we would hear the sound of azan.
In Kuala Terengganu, there is a surau every few hundred yards.
It was a wonderful time to hear the call of azan prayers from the minaret of the nearby mosque.
Father would recite a short doa and then we would start to tuck in.
We always overate and got bloated. Ice made you feel that way.
And we always promised ourselves that we would not do it again the next day.
Father would quickly finish his meal, then wear his sarong and baju melayu and cycle to the mosque.
On nights when we followed him, everyone would walk to the mosque. We would stand in the back row with the other kids.
After prayers, father would buy the day's newspaper. Newspapers in those days arrived in Kuala Terengganu after maghrib.
We always had two newspapers in our home -- Utusan Melayu in Jawi and the Straits Times.
I learned to read Jawi before I learnt to read roman letters.
Father would buy the papers at Kedai Abdullah Al-Yunani. The shopkeepers were a Chinese family from Yunan. The family is still there.
The shop that actually sells the newspapers is also still there but is under threat now because the government wants to re-develop the area.
Perhaps the most memorable Ramadan night of all was the night we went to Bukit Puteri.
We walked up to Bukit Puteri after solat maghrib at the Masjid Abidin. I was then in my lower secondary year.
Bukit Puteri is right in the centre of town, a short walk from Pasar Kedai Payang. It was pitch dark as we walked up the road in Padang Malaya into the compound of the Istana.
Ismail, who must have been all of 18-years-old, was our guide, and he was the person who clanged the genta in that fasting month.
Employed by the state government, Ismail carried the clanger in his pocket when he went to the mosque.
Bukit Puteri held many strange dreams, full of demons, for us. Many pitched battles were fought up there for the Terengganu throne.
There was an old balai at the foot of a puny lighthouse, and the tale was that in the cellar were crockery and silverware belonging to a Tuan Puteri and her courtesans.
That was how the hill got its name. There was talk that these were bunian people who had crossed over from another dimension into this world.
There were old graves under the dark canopies of tall trees, and as we walked up, there was sudden rustling in the bushes, and the occasional hoot of the owl. Our imaginations ran wild.
Ismail wanted to show us his place of work, and we were afraid, but curiosity held sway.
We huddled close together and saw the lights of Kuala Terengganu flickering at the foot of the hill. And that night, our esteem of Ismail rose considerably.
Most nights he would clamber up the hill alone to sound the genta of Kuala Terengganu.
Later, when I grew up, the bell was silent for many years.
In the early 60s, a Syeikh forbade ringing the bell because it was not Islamic.
I don't know of any other country in the world that uses a bell to announce buka puasa. But he was probably being a bit too strict about it.
Today, the bell is locked away in a hut known as the Pondok Genta. (The bell is being rung again during Ramadan, since 2006.)
Thursday, August 20, 2009
the fasting month
30 days and night full with barakah
i hope i can be better person after this ramadhan
i have planned things-to-do:
- wake up for tahajud, study and sahur everyday
- perform tarawih every night
- recite the Holy Quran after every solah
- reduce eating during iftar - wasatiah
i think that's it for now. i'll think more later.
Ramadhan kareem, Allahu akram =)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
jaja was waiting anxiously about the result for PPSMI policy
and then it was announced that it's back in Bahasa
surprised, sad, shocked, angry, all in one
again my beloved eldest nephew will be the victim
the next generation too
in my personal opinion
i disagree to revert the teaching of Maths and Science back to Bahasa
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
jaja is at college
working day to replace cuti raya
-we'll have three saturdays to replace three days of raya-
today is the first saturday - 20/6/09
second saturday - 4/7/09
third saturday - 8/8/09
so, jaja will work 6 days a week for the three weeks
but, this morning upon arriving at the office
one of the colleagues told jaja that
next saturday 27/06/09
college will have sports programme
so, it is considered as working day
BUT does not considered as replacement day for raya
this means that we are going to work 6 days a week for three weeks in a row
jaja is so angry
but what can jaja do?
make a complaint..
it doesn't work here
instead perhaps i'll get warning letter
as what my colleagues said
just bear with it
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
it is may 24th, sunday
the academic week has started
the students are quite good
and the accountancy students are more active than previous accountancy students
i'm going to be a student again
this end of june
i'll do the best
to complete the programme in 2 years time
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
attending a course building materials for English matriculation programme
i'll be there for four days
once return to kedah
jaja will prepare for the CoLT conference early march
for the time being jaja is still analysing data for the research paper
jaja has withdrawn the abstract of 'a study on multicultural..." due to technical problem
so, jaja with the help of miss jayanthi
will only present the paper of PPSMI: kmkn students' perception
wish me luck!....
Monday, February 2, 2009
1. sending 2 abstracts of research paper
a) a study on teachers cultural competence
b) PPSMI in Matriculation - a study on students' opinions
- to a conference in Penang - accepted
2. conducting research abstract B
3. analysing 120 sets of the research questionnaire
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
jaja felt very sad on behalf of the students
they had the idea
but they didn't have language skills to express it
jaja is having a remedial plan for this type of students
jaja hopes to assist them before they sit for the final exam this april
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
next week all the students are going to sit for their mid sem exam.
and about three months from now, there they will answer the final exam question papers.
the studemts are busy.
so as jaja.
very busy assessing and evaluating students' assessments; let it be quizzes, assignments or presentations.
jaja is nervous too.
thinking bout the MUET result that will be announced at the end of January or early February. this is my first batch of students sitting for MUET.
Hopefully they'll score at least Band 3. InsyaAllah, amin.