Wednesday 0950

I may not be the class clown, but I do know some teachers who have and could go to that extreme. Blessed them for the never ending effort to ensure our future generations acquire the knowledge that they deserve.

Selamat Hari Guru 2012

What other best ways to start a Teacher’s Day other than having your adorable kids rushed to your table early in the morning only to wish you a Happy Teacher’s Day and shoved you cards they made themselves.

The feeling is just absolute wonderful.
Brings smile to the face whole day definitely.

Till next post!
*hugs*

Monday 0430

I have decided to bring music (of my choice) to my Mondays. Not exactly into Music Monday meme but yeah, a Music Monday post.

Frente! one of my favourite bands from Australia.
Too bad the band members have gone separate ways in mid 90’s.

The latest release was Sweet (Try To Think Less) EP released in 2005 although only released in Australia.

I reckon this song is actually a depressing song, judging from the lyric but I just love the melody. Well, Frente! has this nick to make depressing songs sound so bright and cheery. You can go shake your head in accordance to the tune, feeling happy, not realizing it was actually a sad song.

I’m not a person who mind too much on the lyric though. As long as I feel good with the melody, it will forever repeating in my music playlist.

Enjoy Frente!
You can search for their other famous songs via Youtube. I recommend listening to Accidentally Kelly St, Labour of Love and Bizarre Love Triangle.

Till next post!
*hugs*

Sunday 1952

A special wish to all you my fellow mom bloggers.

In random order;

Annieming, CathJ, Wyne, Stella, Nadia, Sue JB, Sheila, Just, Lizeewong, Lorna, Jewelle, Jessica Pun Yin, Osso, Deana, Aunty J, Osindak, Kadusmama, Quirin, MamaJoneh, Nessa, Sabrina, Shemah, Shirley, Sharon Spiji, Celine Daya, Jacq Teo, Erin Gray, Oji, Angelicbug, Linachu, Fran Labadin, Heidi Labadin, Rachel Mansa and Tara S.

Some of you may not be active blogger anymore but I know you ladies from blogging bah
My apology if I have left any names

Happy Mother’s Day!

I didn’t get to celebrate with my mama since she’s in kampung.

Mom and I during my 30th birthday 4 years ago.

I get to celebrate mommy’s day with Mom In Law anyway.

MIL and her new tab cover that matches her blouse

On a different story but similar note, I find Gunaqz entry something that we should take note. Everyone’s different you see. You can wish me on Mother’s Day and am not feeling offended but not everyone feels the same and I think we should be more sensitive on this. Some people went through unpleasant experiences that leave scars. Mine could have been healed (although I assure you it hasn’t), but others may not. So yes, just a friendly reminder to us on this matter. Be (very) tactful. Peace y’all!

Till next post!
*hugs*

Saturday 1945

Note: Advance Teacher’s Day ranting.

While I was cleaning my work space at home, I found these two photos.

During our orientation day enrolling into teaching college. This was back in 2004.

One of our programs while in teaching college. We were asked to gather plants and flowers for our Herbarium project.

We only have less than one year to absorb everything about teaching. Yet, all I could remember was everything but teaching. Don’t get me wrong. I know what I was doing when I enrolled in but that brief one year was all spelled with fun and excitement. Even the one week orientation felt fun due to the fact I met lots of new exciting people. All bound to be teachers.

The assignments, the lectures, lecturers, outings, extra-curricular involvements, friends.

Brief stint yet a memorable one.

I didn’t really feel I was doing my teaching practice a.k.a. practicum during the 3 months we were sent to school. Perhaps, in between applying the theories we learned in lecture class and experiencing a real one, I was more tight up with my involvement in KAGUM (sports for inter-teaching colleges nationwide).

Only when I was posted to school for real that I learned how to navigate myself as a teacher, an educator. Perhaps, it’s in my nature. Or maybe having two elder brothers as teachers influenced me to like my profession. I have to say, never a day have I feel any regrets to committing myself into teaching profession.

I told myself, maybe it’s too early to judge. After all, I was only a year old teacher.

Two years gone.
Five years gone.
Now into my eighth year and still I feel the same way I felt the first time I went into my first class. Thank you Lord.

I have to admit, I am in my most comfort zone now. Glad I have friends who keep asking if I rather stay in my comfort zone or go out exploring other possibilities. That makes me think. Gives me the nudge I should get once in a while.

Five years down the road, I might still be here.
Ten years down the road, it could be a different scenario already.
I don’t want to be the person who sits looking at people moving a statue. I want to be that person moving the statue.
God’s willing.

What do you think of your job?
Just a job? Or a passion?

Till next post!
*hugs*

Wednesday 1902

Last year’s Christmas, I bought hubby a set of perfume. The Sales Assistant at the Hugo counter was so helpful and friendly, she slipped in two free gifts into our purchase. It made me beamed with gladness and promised myself to go back there once I decided to purchase that Flora by Gucci she showed to me.

I returned back four months later for that Flora by Gucci.

The SA was also very friendly although a different person. Nonchalantly I blurted out, “Apa free gift kau boleh bagi saya?”

“Oh adaaaa…mini perfume?”

“Mini perfume saja?” I replied in somewhat unimpressed tone. He sensed it perhaps.

“Ada juga body lotion. Kau mau?”

“Oh great! Yes please,” I replied in obviously joyful tone.

It was a very brief transaction but I was satisfied. A 50ml body lotion of the same brand? The SA even tipped in a Flora Magnolia sample vile for me. How nice of him!

The next day, I showed the body lotion to my colleagues. One of them, upon hearing my story responded.

“Only in Malaysia.”

And she was referring to the same video clip made by Jinnyboytv.com in collaboration with Hitz.fm.

True to the core!

When I watched this before, I giggled cos apart from the hand gesture and the calling everyone a boss, auntie and uncle part,  I didn’t realize I was one of them in the video when I was at the perfume counter. The question on free gift felt so natural, it just came out from my mouth like that’s a routine when purchasing things.

Geez.

Spot on man!
I’m a certified true Malaysian indeed.

Till next post!
*hugs*