Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Not that I'm into golf anyway, but Jie gave me 3 copies (or maybe 2 copies, I don't remember) because there was an interesting article about him in that glossy magazine.
Then I made quite a scene when I complained about the result. Our kid came 6th in d tournament but she was declared 9th. My gang (who as usual shied away from the crowd) insisted to have a fair result. No 1-8 automatically selected to enter State Level Tournament. Could u imagine our (the entire team) feelings?
Being a kaki-komplen newcomers really make me unpopular (again- I never give a d*mn). Please don't gimme rubbish reasons, because hey! I was 36 at that time. My look could be deceiving sometimes (orang cakapla kan) but I could think n evaluate surroundings like any 36-year-old could do.
Honestly i gained nothing from all these. Duit minyak pun saya keluar sendiri tau.. I juz do it because they need help. They are my close and trusted friends. Kot orang lain yang mintak tolong, silap-silap phonecall pun saya x angkat.
Previously, the gang changed their team every year. I guessed after the horrible incident, I would be eliminated. But then, I keep receiving text message from the gang from time to time at the 11th hour.
This morning at 4.56a.m.
"bertolak 7.30pg. tpt biasa, CC MSSD, Proton City".
Glad I had prepared the worksheets for students beforehand. Juz need to write few instructions.
I could be cranky n fussy n annoying when told something last minutes. I was told by Zana, at one time dalam satu miting (I wasn't there) someone suggested something. The chairman told that particular someone to be specific as he put it, and Zana relate to me later, "Dengan Norizan tak boleh cuma cakap macam tu. Dengan dia kena detail dan spesifik".
"Am I like that?", I asked Zana. Feeling utterly hurt and confused.
"Ye lah... nanti awak start keluarkan bukti macam-macam". Zana memang jujur.
I never changed. Guess, I don't want to change. Unless u r a real friend.
I woke up super early. Spend super-extra-time choosing my outfit and missed my breakfast. The thing is, I wasn't prepared. I have nothing to wear since all my track-bottom and inner were in 12A. Rummaging Acho's wardrobe but could fine none. In the end I put on a black jeans which did not look like denim at all (amende saya cakap ni), a last year team blue t-shirt, an aqua headgear that I borrowed from Uda closet and pink-black sneakers. Of course I never left my worn out sling bag that I bought in Chiengmai, when was that? Two or three years ago.
Once arrived, the kids assembled at the mosque for some last minute briefing. As usual I stayed as far as I could. You see, at one time last year, I tried to join them n followed them wherever they go, thinking that I could be some help. Every time I did that, they asked me to go to eat.
Satu hari berapa kali nak makan beb?
After that I never try. That is why I never come for training sessions either.
Back to the tournament.
I joined the crowd under the silver marquee at the green field. Say hi to few people that I know (very very few). Settled the registration thingy (with the money from the gang's wallet) and checked the number cards.
Me being the very sebok one ok..
Thanks god, this time around for number 9 n 6 they have spelled in Bahasa. Sembilan puluh enam for 96 is most welcome than "rumah sudah siap pahat berbunyi".
Guess I have no reason to "be heard" today.
I did not bring any reading material because I thought The Coach would return The Camel Club which I accidently left during the camp in December.
"Kenapa x ingatkan?" He asked me smiling sweetly like we live next door and I should reminded him the day before because we meet up every day and talk daily too.
"Alaa.. kita lupa", I told him sweetly like we live next door and I should mention it to him the day before because we meet up every day and talk daily too.
"Tak apa, nanti kita jumpa lagi kat stadium kan?" he said sweetly like we were good friends and whenever we bumped into one another we would errr... talk?
"No hal. Kat stadium nanti ye, I lap u" I said sweetly like we were good friends and whenever we bumped into one another we would err... talk?
When in fact we r NOT.
Sebenarnya saya sedikit kecewa kerana x dapat buku itu hari ini, sebab dari pagi saya dah excited nak baca. I juz love David Baldacci's. Tapi xkanlah saya nak sentap dengan The Coach plak. Padahal saya rasa dia pun perasan betapa FAKER nya norizan adnan sebab selama ni duduk sebelah pun kitaorang x penah bertegur sapa.
Back to the tournament. One of the boys emerged the Champion his category. 4 of them were qualified for state level tournament at the end of this month.
"You make us proud!" I told each one of them. One of the gang stationed at the mosque and another across the road under the shady tree. Sudah jadi macam iklan talipon pulak because I had to entertain their queries throughout the tournament. Diorang nervous sebenarnya.. saya rasala.. sebab tu diorang duduk jauh-jauh.
"Juara pasukan macam mana? Nombor berapa?" the gang called again, I thought he already left.
"Ada ke? Ada ke keputusan tu? Nak kita tanya ke?" macam bodoh je soalan saya.
"Janganlah tanya, nanti orang kata apa pulak, kot-kotlah ada sesiapa cakap ngan hang" Gosh.. he gave a silly statement, when he knows besides them saya mana ada kawan lain yang saja-saja je nak cakap ngan saya pasal keputusan.
Then I proceed to the organizer counter, armed with my buku tigalima (never left home without it) and started copying anything I saw. Seriously, sangat kiasu. Glad the Manager, an Indian man in his late forties lend me a pen, and gave some good advice regarding our team performance.
Well, we secured 1st Runner Up only. I don't know how the gang felt about it. Not dare to ask.
After prize giving ceremony, there was a briefing by Technical Chairman. He was my classmates when I was in school circa 1990s.
Before went home, stopped at Agro Bank to withdraw some money for the team new spike. It is the donation from Kedai Koperasi. Barely enough though, but we are grateful. At least, better than nothing.
Had lunch at Kedai Yop. I had ikan bakar, sayur kacang panjang n nasi putih. Surprisingly I met one of the gang and the kids there. They had finished their lunch.
"weii smlm ptg KC turun padang n our friend" of course he used name, tapi takkanlah saya nak tulis nama betul pulak.
"really?" saya berhenti makan kejap, takut tercekik, air x sampai lagi.
"Dia cakapla dgn gaya dia la kan, jangan la suruh ko n aku lagi ikut the team sbb dia kata dia kesian dengan kita banyak kerja sangat" something in his face telling me he don't believe it.
Neither do I.
"Yewww... sangat berpura2, berlakon lebih" we laughed simultaneously. Oppss then saya nampak one of the kids staring at me with the lines adakah-aku-sedang-bermimpi spread across her face.
"Alamak I ngumpat plak yang, nanti masuk neraka" I said sheepishly to her.
Pas tu we talked about something else yang x ada langsung unsur2 mengata. Betul...
Now peeps, that is why YM, IM and chatting r invented. No audience. Talk freely.
Entahla KC. From what I heard from his/her previous colleagues, dia sangat sangat _________. (isi tempat kosong). All were done while maintaining candy-coated-smile to the victims (plural form) and keeping warm relationships (i.e gurau senda, lawak jenaka, gelak ketawa) in the public.
Let just say I did my homework.
Secondly, I am in no interest of being a politician, so any world class politicking act doesn't spark my interest whatsoever.
Thirdly, I gained nothing in term of apa2saja la except the pleasure of helping good friends.
Last year, we only had RM50 for the whole year service. RM50 for a year. No mileage claim, no nothing.
"weiii ko nak duit minyak ker?" asked one of the gang. Took out his wallet bila saya cakap saya betul2 xder duit at one time.
I was totally broke. I don't even have baju raya.
"Duit ko eh?" I knew the answer, tapi saya tanya jugak.
"Habis tu.. " he replied ngan muka ketat gak.
Feel free to cantas me. I loose nothing because we could still be friends anyway. After all we r not the type of chilling out together, go to movie r karaoke r maybe pilgrimage the eatery place whenever we r outstation.
Giler apa? They r happily married.
Anyway please find someone who is super rich and super generous so that she won't put a dent on the gang already dented pocket.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
8 hours later, gallivanting in Beijing Ch. Headed for our dinner. We had mushroom soup, lamb grill, all sorts of vegetables and hot tea.
Tasha gelak besar when I told her the reason I asked her to snap d pic together on the first day of 2011 season.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
"Kerja cikgu memangla macam tu. Kita tertipukan, dulu kita tengok cikgu kita masa sekolah mcm relax je kan", honestly I m sucks at making small talk.
"Tertipu ye?", said him, flashing his even teeth.
Btw, I just learned his name today, after few months exchanging pleasantries. That is because he asked for my e-mail address as he said, "untuk bertukar-tukar fikiran" (whatever that means!)
E-mail? Come on when was the last time u open ur e-mail? I gave him my facebook ID instead. He gave his. That's how I learned his name, because he use his full name as an ID. Me too. I like facebook, no secret identity, not secrecy whatsoever.
Honestly either orang sibuk or not, it's not depend on the job or position or whatever. Pemalas would always be pemalas even elected as a Prime Minister of England (sapa suruh vote la kan).
Take our library assistant, Norizzatul Hasliza for instance (same facebook id), she always find something to do, even though some people with the same position would sleep and sometimes slip out most of the time, and get away with it. Contoh sahaja, tiada kena mengena dengan mana-mana pelanggan Encik Mark Elliot Zuckerberg.
These people like Iza (as I fondly called her) makes the workplace bearable and worth living. ( lap u sis)
And of course a few friends who make me sometimes puzzled, "what have I done to deserve this?" slips my mouth more often these days.
Let's start with Fid (the one who gave durians two days ago). Precisely at 5.36a.m this morning she texted, "akak ari ni i brought bubur durian. please bring tupperware if u wanna bring home some".
Me? bubur durian? tupperware? Gila ke tak nak...
With my poverty of adjective, I would not make justice to how much I appreciate the offer. She brought the bubur durian enough for the whole staff, but I was the only one who bring the tupperware. Dengan rasa tidak bersalah saya mengandaikan bahawa hanya saya saja diberitahu suruh bawa tupperware. (ayat coverline)
While I was minding my own business, another friend (better not name him) peering from glass door and reminded me to get the form for something because the application period ended err on Jan 15th. Because both of us were born in the year of ox, I noticed whenever he gets something or achieved something or maybe doing something, he will drag me along. Dulu-dulu tak rasa apa-apa pun, at one time I felt slightly annoyed because it meant I have to do extra work but then as we get older, and the life becomes more complicated, I think it is so sweet of him to never leave me behind.
Anyway there is a few things I don't like either. But a good and trusted friend make it so apa-ada-kesah.
Yesterday Lan asked me to sign a letter, and he briefed me what he was up to. I was err.. flabbergasted because before, it is an open secret among us that I am a passenger. Apparently KC has other thing in mind.
I just smirked. Seriously, if KC wanted to get his/her way very much, silakan. I m so done with anticnya. So I juz listened to Lan's and smirked. That's all. I m done. period.
Then 50 minutes before the school ended, two girls handed two packets of yummy marble cakes.They had Home Science class today, and save their first lesson product for us, sooo sweet. One for me and another for Ilyas. They couldn't find Ilyas at the RC workshop. I don't want to walk to the workshop either even though Ilyas told me he was in the workshop when I texted him, need to finish marking ASAP. It's been 2 days delayed and I am afraid next week the kids complain.
"Mana ada kita buku, kan buku kita pada teacher, teacher suka macam tu tau, kalau kita lambar teacher marah..." this is among their favourite *sigh*. I hate drama...
Before went home I left the cake on Ilyas red RxZ, and texting him again.
Bid goodbye to Kak Sal (because we punched out together), to Iza who came to punch out at that time and the Pak Guards.
Once home, mommy was preparing lunch and I swept the floor. We had lunch when Acho came home, fried ikan kembung, sayur lemak kobis n tauhu and sambal belacan. After that they (Acho, mummy n adik watched tv) while I left for 12A.
"Jangan lupa bawak ikan kembung dalam peti ais tu ye, ada 5 ekor mak beli, dah siap siang pun" Pagi tadi memangla saya pesan ngan mak mintak belikan ikan kembung, tapi taklah sampai banyak sangat...
Well... when the man at the petrol station asking a few personal questions like (saya tak mau tulis), seriously he had asked the questions before. I REMEMBER gave him a vague answer previously, maybe, the sight of ikan kembung n bubur durian (courtesy of Fid) intrigued him.
Anyway. I believe in consistency. So the answers are still the same. As vague as possible.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Yesterday I woke up feeling energetic, because I had set time to start my weekly workout. I'll walk to school twice a week. Yay!!
Unfortunately, (why do I have to use this unfortunate word is beyond me) it was still dark at 7.00a.m. n I don't have the courage to brave the darkness.. Sorry. I waited for 10 minutes before started my journey.
Oh... why oh why there is always an angry hen at Mak Cik Limah's backyard? When I was small, whenever I passed her house I had to wait for her to shoo the angry hen away. This time around Makcik Limah did not come out, guess she didn't expect someone walking because, well it's been ages since children walk to school in our block.
Few minute wasted to fend off from the hen with 6 chicks. Yeww!!
I walked as fast as I could passing swamp. 30 years ago, there was a beautiful small stream where we spent many afternoons swimming together. For some unknown reason we called it swamp instead of stream. Now the stream became smaller n hardly anyone could swim anymore. Once lush green bushes bordering the stream now replaced with oil palm plants. That is why I have to speed because the road is very narrow and quiet.
I might reach school on time if not for few motorists who stopped and offered a lift. Most are my colleagues who also on the way to work. The thing is, NOBODY walk around here anymore.
Then passed through the wet market. I put on my "muka-askar" to avoid any small talk from the kampungfolk that I know since I was 7. Managed to arrive on the nick of time, not before "tunjal bahu" a boy who smoke in front of me. (mind u it is in the CCTV, the tunjal act of course, he smoke outside the gate).
"Cubalah berhenti merokok, nanti paru2 awak terbakar... kan dalam subjek sains awak dah belajar bahaya merokok. nanti bila saya tua, sapa yang nak lawat saya kalau awak pun jatuh sakit?" x kan nak marah-marah pulak pagi2..
"Teacher doakan tau semoga saya boleh berhenti ye" this boy cakap dengan muka tak bersalah.
(p/s this is how I TREAT, my students tqvm)
The first period is 5S. Wohooooo... I almost lost my temper when 5 boys spent their time chit-chatting during individual practice session. I was tutoring the girls who did badly in their yesterday's exercise at that time. These girls are my rising stars, so no way I would neglect them. When the bell rang, the five boys grabbed their books (at last!) and lamented "alaa dah habis masa plak.."
They tried to copy from their peers. If anything, I hate cheater.. nope I DESPISED cheater.
"Laaa saya mana ada buku, macam mana nak buat" a boy commented when I asked him to hand in his book.
It really blow my top. "Is it my fault if you don't have A book?" . Beli saja la, apa masalah?. Some students prefer spend money on handphone reload rather than buy a 60sen exercise book. He was absent most of the time last year.
"Prioritized man!!!"" saya tak tau dia paham ke tidak saya cakap. Tapi saya cakap jugak ngan muka askar.
It really spoilt my mood. And i have like , 4 more classes to go.
The next class was 4A, They were such a doll. Later 3D. Told them I had to leave 5 minutes early because the next class is in other building and well, if I were a minute late.... (due to some OSA thingy I better not write it in this blog).
Again, I put on my muka-askar-mode and the class were as good as a gold. Still, it was 15 minutes late from the schedule before all the kids managed to execute their task today. Thank god it the final period so nobody will nag i took their period.
Waited for Kak Sal finished her class at 2.40p.m before went home together. She dropped at the junction 300m from my house. Me walking..
A few makciks yelled good naturedly, "weii berjogging tengah hari ker?" on my way home..
After a hard day, nothing could beat the sight of fresh durians which Fid gave this morning. It was fleshy, soft, creamy and we had hard time to stop eating. Divine..
Did I wrote a hard day? Naayyyy... it is a typical day actually..
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Saturday, January 01, 2011
The following table of lyrics includes the first few stanzas of the James Watson poem, probably derived from the same folk song that Burns used as the basis for his poem.
|Old Long Syne, by James Watson (1711)||Burns’ original Scotsverse||English translation|
|Scots pronunciation guide|
(as Scots speakers would sound)
|IPA pronunciation guide|
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
My Heart is ravisht with delight,
Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
(several further stanzas)
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
We twa hae run about the braes,
We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
We two have run about theslopes,
We two have paddled in thestream,
And there’s a hand my trustyfriend !
Shid ald akwentans bee firgot,
An sheerly yil bee yur pynt-staup!
We twa hay rin aboot the braes,
We twa hay pedilt in the burn,
An thers a han, my trustee feer!