Tuesday, November 16, 2010

lembu pn nak raye..bolehh??

actually mood utk menghapdate tu kureng ade..cari koleksi gambo lembu2 tersohor utk dipampangkan di dada akhbar blog..malangnye takde dlm simpanan..baru aku teringt sumenyer dlm hard disk yg dah sadaqallahul azim tu..
lembu chapa

tpi mostly sume org yg close ngn chapa akn tau yg aku ni mmg peminat setia lembu.mase kat um dlu penuh lembu dlm bilik..mmg penternak berjaya yg boleh buat quiz setiap kali org dtg nk print n bli topup..aku suh bilang berapa ekor sume lembu dlm bilik aku...hahahah.so sedikit sebanyak bile nk raye2 korban ni..ade la yg akn msg "wei safa..lembu ko kna korban tak tahun ni"...tetanye2 aku...sjak bile la aku usahakan ladang lembu..haiihh

lembu begitu sinonim dgn sfa..or dlm bahasa lain...sfa sinonim dgn lembu..bahkan sfa tidak ambik hati malah bergumbira bile dpt hadiah lembu..okay..sile bgi byk2 ekk..sbb topek pn mcm bile takde idea nk hadiahkan ape utk makwe die..die akn bagi lembu...walaupun sepuloh hengget bli kat zoo taiping pn i'm very the happy receiving it..MySpace

ok..so apekah relationship between lembu dgn raya anak2 didik sekalian??

baiklah..memandangkan esok pagi nk raya haji..so mari ckgu nadia bawakan cerita...once upon a time......cewahh3...itu praktis yer nk tdokan ank sedara nnt..ok2 melalut sudeh..

aidiladha ni kte sambut ramai2 bukan sbb ko aku dan die dpt cuti dari bekerja selama sehari..tpi kte sume sambut sbgai tanda mengingati kisah perngorbanan NABI IBRAHIM A.S...dan juga ketaatan dan kepatuhan dan kesabaran dan kesanggupan NABI ISMAIL A.S utk dikorbankan apabila terimanya perintah dari ALLAH..

haaa..sungguh menakjubkan kan kan..yela pade era globalisasi sekarang ni jgn kate nk korban anak,...korban bantal2 lembu pn susah kan..
so antara lain pengorbanan ni blh la diklasifikasikan kepada byk bntuk...ape yg korg dah korbankan utk tahun ni??ckup tak pengorbanan kte sume??...

ok ceramah tamat..

now serious..ok secara umumnyer esok mulalah acara korban after solat sunat aidiladha..n secara umumnye jugak..hati aku mcm sayu skit....ok..skit aje ok...tgk lembu2 ni nk dikorbankan..
tpi yg menguntungkan haiwan an'am ni akn masuk syurga...[sila cek semula yer..aku pn tak tau kesahihan nyer]cume dari kecik tuit bile tgk org sembelih lembu n bile ko nanges sbb kesian kat lembu tu n ank2 pinak serta sepupu sepapat lembu tu..ayh ko msti kate "takpe2...lembu tu nnt masuk syurga"..so chapa cume based on that..soal syurga neraka ni bkn hukum kte..Allah jua lah yg tetapkan...

haii..name sye mumu..tarikh lahir same ngn tuan sye sbb tuan saye dpt sye mse buffday die...okk sungguh capub nk gtau yg aku dpt bnda ni for my birthday present tahun..*tett..tak ingat...

antara bingkisan gmbr2 simpanan sendri yg sempat disnap..
 buat2 mati sbb tau esok raye korban

paper clip yg blum diguna pakai
maka dikesempatan ni..aku nk ucapkan selamat hari raya aidiladha...buat warga skolah teknik..jgn lupe kamis jumaat dtg skolah..n jgn lupe hadiah msti mau BESAR PUNYERR..almaklum la dh nk pencen muda2..

Monday, November 8, 2010

merepek mmg takde no.2

ok...chapa takde tumblr..bkn la tumbler botol isi air nk bawak g tadika dulo2 tu..ni i bercakap ttg tumblr yg mane mereka2 gunakan tumblr utk share pics that related to them..n yet i wanna share this..sumtimes pictures can replace your words to tell something which come from ur heart.
yahhh..this is so the right one!heheh...aku lebih suke org lihat aku bergumbira walhal aku bersedih hanya tuhan yg tau..sumtimes the best way to avoid crying mmg pn by laughing...aku mmg slalu try wat bnda ni..and it works!!

why should i cry...mane ade manusia tak pnh sedih kan...so..ape ke salahnye crying..berckp ttg crying out loud ni.dh lame aku tak tgk pek nanges2..heheh..sgt drama ok..dolu2 mase muda mudi berchenta bersaksikan bulan dan bintang..[ok tipu]..mse dlu2 die ske nanges untuk tarik perhatian aku..chaiiitt...lari2 ke pondok guard sbb nk nanges...nmpk sgt dlu aku suke buli die..tpi skrg die dh jarang and dah tak pnh dgr pn die nanges dah..maybe sbb die takpnh lagi msg gini.."safa..pek tgh nanges!"..chaiiitt...mmg takkan la kan...adakah itu tanda aku dah baik..sbb kurg buli die..n membuatkan die tidak nanges lagi???tepuk dada gedebuk3..

berbeza dgn chapa yg mudah menangis..org bace sajak yg sememangnye bkn ditujukan utk ko pn ko nanges chapa oii...ok!tpi pelik bile last time seingt aku sape tah pnh ckp.."aku tak pnh tgk chapa sedih...n kalo die sedih tu perkara pelik"..okk..ni mmg tipu dlm kebenaran.aku byk kali sedih kot..ko je tak nmpk..cause i can still laugh evntho i sedih2 time tuu..cewah3..bongkak takbur nampak...haiihhh

yahhh...ya....kult!ehh..silap siaran!ok bnda ni pn mmg so the true ok!n i'm trying to fix it i guess..aku slalu pikir ape yg aku buat skrg org suke ke...jadi ckgu..org mgata tak??but now i'm a bit positive...sambil angkat kening ckp...u want to see me this way or that way??like i care if i don't???hehehe...so chapa!u know what u're doing now...n Allah knows it the best...good things always come to those who wait..

so just be who u want to be..n neglect what others want to see...ok..dah positive charge sudah dijana..tenkiu..mahu tido...

Thursday, November 4, 2010

ron clark vs ckgu nadia

sedar tak sedar dah almost a year aku berkhidmat kat skolah teknik ipoh as temporary teacher..n all i can say is i'm gonna miss those moment yg terbaaiikkk diskolah tu..mengenali ape itu experience..bkn naif sgt tp cume kurang arif.

campur tolak hari ni..tinggal 9 hari sje lagi...ok..cpt2 kirebawah..suka duka kat skolah ni mmg takkan dpt aku lupe..sila la percaya..blum ade ckgu yg sanggup malukan diri jatuh dpn student..n yurp..thats me...sgt malu weihh..tpi tak malu maka tak cinta...

then keseronokkan yg tidak terbanding bila aku berjaya bersama2 dgn student bukak gerai mase open day skolah tu..takde menda nk segan ok!maybe those senior teacher,dorg dah tak terlarat nk layan zass pe'el bdk2 ting 4 yg berjiwa usahawan..smgt bukak gerai..n gigih nk meniaga..tpi utk aku yg muda belia ni..menda niaga2 ni buat aku pn semangat same..menjual ice-blended,cheezy nugget n cheezy wedges modal kitorg..aku pn cuak jugak..mane tau rugi mengatasi untung..udah ler aku yg kuarkan sume modal plus yg skit2 from diorg..the best part is ko akn rase ko lah chef terbaik yg menjadi rujukan..just imagine..sekejap2 yg si pengoreng nugget akn panggil.."ckgu2,ni dah masak ke blum"..kang selang 3minit tnya lagi..heheh..so vangga tak?tired but its all end up menguntungkan.itu yg pnting..nnt kan story membelanje diorg mkn domino's bile aku rajin..

next..yg aku ingt..student2 terbaikkk sepjg aku mengajar..sume pn terbaaaiikkk..kang tacing lak kalo tak sebut name..so sorg ni mmg aku sgt suke since the first day ngajar die..n aku jugak support bile die dicalonkan jadi pengawas..dlm hati berkata..andai jdik ketua pengawas pn mmg layak...n guess what..hari ni die dilantik as ketua pengawas for next year..unfortunately,ckgu dah takde nextyear...so FARID KARIM..please do your very best!jgn lupe pelajaran..utamakan belajar..nnt ckgu ade ank,ckgu letak name kamu...cewah3!

being a teacher mgkin semua org mampu...tapi to be the very most bestest teacher tak sume mampu..atleast aku telah mencuba yg terbaikkk..smoga aku menang dihati student2 aku..walaupun aku hanya guru sementara yg tak punya pape...jiwang sudey!

so this sumthing called inspiration method...enjoy reading n doakan aku jugak mampu jadi seperti RON CLARK


The first day my new teacher walked into our school in Spanish Harlem, I burst out laughing. Ron Clark was this young white guy from North Carolina who talked with a funny Southern accent. He said he used to be a singing waiter. I thought, Who is this guy? He's a complete joke.
It was 1999 and I was in the fifth grade at New York City's P.S. 83. I figured I'd spend most of the year in the principal's office. I'd always been a troublemaker. I'd get yelled at, and then the teachers would give up on me. I thought that's what would happen with Ron Clark.
I was wrong. That first week, I kept mocking him. He hauled me out to the hallway and said I'd better shape up. "Tamara," he said, "you're a smart kid. You can do better."
He told me I was a natural leader and that I'd go far in life if I started applying myself. I was mad at first, but then something happened: I began to respect him. There were 29 students in our class, and it didn't take long for us to realize that Ron Clark was no ordinary teacher.
He was only 27 and had the most unusual way of teaching. To help us learn the states and capitals, he changed the lyrics of a popular rap hit called "Thong Song" and had us sing and dance with him. When we read the Harry Potter books, he decorated our classroom like Hogwarts. And during the Presidential election, he put campaign posters on the walls and covered the room with 5,000 red, white and blue stars.
Like most teachers, he had lots of rules: Treat each other like family. Don't butt in line. But the real difference was how involved he was. Mr. Clark ate with us in the lunchroom instead of going to the teachers' lounge. At first, my friends and I were thinking, What is he doing?
He asked us what was going on in our lives. At recess, he came outside with us, and we taught him how to jump rope. When it snowed, Mr. Clark, who'd never seen snow before, pelted us with snowballs, and we pelted him back.
Before coming to P.S. 83, he taught at Snowden Elementary in his hometown, Belhaven, North Carolina. His parents were DJs at dance clubs, so he grew up with music and energy. He wanted a life of adventure, he told me, but his mom encouraged him to apply for a position at Snowden when one of the teachers passed away. Mr. Clark ended up loving it. He came to Harlem because he'd seen a TV show about our troubled schools and the lack of qualified teachers. He wanted a challenge. Boy, did he get one. When I met him, I had a lot of anger inside of me. I've lived my whole life in Spanish Harlem with my mom, grandmother and little sister, Ivy. I never had a father, but in my neighborhood that's not unusual. You have to watch yourself. There are shoot-ups all the time. I know kids who have been shot or beaten up. I have friends who ended up in jail or pregnant. I could have ended up that way, too, but Mr. Clark and my mom wouldn't let that happen.
Mr. Clark worked long hours, making sure I did my work. My grades rose. In fact, our whole fifth-grade class's scores rose in math and reading. In sixth grade, I entered the gifted program, and Mr. Clark was the teacher. I felt so lucky to have him for a second year!
He took our class to see The Phantom of the Opera, and it was the first time some kids had ever been out of Harlem. Before the show, he treated us to dinner at a restaurant and taught us not to talk with our mouths full -- stuff you don't usually learn in the ghetto. He told us to say "Yes, ma'am" and "No, sir." We didn't want to let him down.
None of us were surprised when Mr. Clark was selected as Disney's 2000 Teacher of the Year. When he learned he'd won, he said he would draw three names out of a hat; those students would go with him to Los Angeles to get the award. But when it came time to draw names, Mr. Clark said, "You're all going."
He got donations to fly all 37 of us out to Disneyland in California and put us up at the Hilton. We were there for three days. People were amazed, but Mr. Clark really cared about us. There's no way I can imagine most teachers doing that. No way. But he saw something in us that nobody else saw.
n student or sape saje..this is for u'all..





n this is what i get as a reward..thnx dear student!