Have a great Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all of you.

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p/s: Now Santa, cant u see that I'm being nice?

The Baby In The Cot

The baby in the cot
Is naive and pure
Unknown of the minds that rot around him

Others' pains, he wont know about it
As the protective cot
Shields him from smears and stains

The baby would sleep all day
Inviting 'Oooohs' and 'Aaahs'
And in the cot he'll always lay

Tossing and turning not knowing
Being in the cot is a good thing
Purifying others, being a baby, he is calming.

Bury by Pay Money To My Pain

Something's changing inside of me
I need to write down before I
Forget you never told me, you're alone

Fury and anger breaks me down
I'm so stuck and I can't get out
But I can only, hate you
(hate you)...

Can't you feel me
Can't you love me
Even if you hurt me

I still remember about your scars
I could understand, stand aside
(aside)...

Wanted something I can't take
I'll be stronger once again
Don't worry about me trust me
Please trust me now

Now, I have to see it
This is for my love
Open this heart and my mind
Let me believe

Now, I have to listen again
This is for my love
Remember why I'm still in here
'Cause it's all for you

One more time help me sing again (yeah)
You can hurt me, I'll still be the same
When it's something I can't take (yeah)

I'll be stronger once again...
I need you to end my every worry
Taking time is it for...

You can hurt me down
(You can hurt me down)
Ill give you my love
You are good as you are
(for..)(what should I do)
(for..)(what should I do)

I will give myself for you
(should I stay this way)
(should I leave you)
(you)
You can live your own life for you
It's all for you...

Great song from the One Outs anime.

The Lotus Eater

I am Thomas Wilson. I planned to live until I'm 40. But I'm not Thomas Wilson. He planned it carefully, about his financial, about his life, about everything. Me, I didn't plan.

People say I'm not serious about my life.

Not that I'm not serious about my life. I got plans for the future.

But I guess I'm not that strong willed to commence my plan.

And I've been facing lotsa situations, environments and conditions (you can say I'm traumatized about this) that tells me money is not everything. And the Thomas Wilson in me somewhat tells me to live the life in the present. Yah, its not good, I know.

But money is everything.

Guess I need to molt.

Shit.

I hate this feeling.

Sometimes I just wish that I could be Pearl Valen and go on an adventure on the lands of Cantha, Elona and Tyria for real.

Eton is a cow!!

Dont believe it?

Watch this!!



Cows eat grass...
Eton eat grass...
Thus Eton = Cow

Nieces day out

Been a while since I went back home and meet the girls. So the moment I reached Seremban, I decided to take my nieces out just for a walk around Jusco. The girls were exited to be with their super handsome-cute-and-good-hearted-unca~ ^_^






Aren't they cute?

Madah Di Tengah Malam Buta

Setajam-tajam duri dan sekeras-keras kulit durian, ade je alur yang lembut untuk di tusuk.

Doodles

You know, human doodles. Do not ever tell me that you haven't doodled even a doodle in your life. Don't lie.

Anyway, these here are the doodles that I doodled back during the KISSM course last year. Guess I was super bored eh? ^_^

Little Talents Show 2009

Today, the afternoon session held the Little Talents show for the kids, to let them have some fun showing off their hidden artistic talents (as well as to finish up the remaining money set aside for the afternoon session). It was held to make it similar to the Idol shows. We even have our own juries, we have our own enthusiastic crowd of audiences, and we have a great host too! One that can rival Seacrest imo.

We chose 17 out of tens of applicants yesterday and yeah, the idea was them to dress up, sing with the help of karaoke CDs and sing with emotions!!

Let the pics say it all!!
Just look at the crowds!!






The contestants gets to wear fancy outfits and yes, get to have make ups too! ( A real big deal for them!!)








Just look at their performance!! These are future idols in the making!!













And the judges are having the best and the worst of times deciding for the winner.




And here's the final 3!



And the winner is......





But, the best performance award goes to....




Siti Noor Hidayah!
Congrats darling!



There you are. Thus ends the Little Talent Show 2009. And here's the encore!!

Achievement of the day.

3 Cemerlang holds the most notorious year 3 kids and I teach them English and Science.
About 15 or so has to go for a special reading, writing and counting class and 1 of them was sent to the special kids class. They could not read and write well in their first language thus teaching, doing activities and understanding English are tough jobs for me and for them. Not to mention, class control is considered as the battle of the day, where you might end up broken and bruised. They speak foul language, had really weird cases, they fights, they lie, they ignore authority and they are kids being kids.

After months teaching these kids, I have been dreaded and hated Tuesdays where I have to teach them 4 periods straight, an hour of English, followed by an hour of Science. Tuesdays are the days I lost my voice, my temper and my charm (I think). I've been a marksman, trained by throwing marker pens to the spot exactly next to the kids to make sure they behave and pay attention. Some hit their songkok, some hit their pencil case. And at the start of each class, I'd arrange the empty marker pens on the table. So as to be a sign for the kids that I'm ready for their misbehaviourism. And its because of this class I started to carry along a short cane. Not that I cane them everyday, just for special cases such as fist fighting.

And kids being kids, they tend to get immuned by the cane-waving-action. They made a sport out of it by trying to evade it. They even raced to get the thrown marker pens and give it back to me. And all were accompanied by giggles and laughters and snickers pointed at me, for failing to hit them.

Truth be told, most of the kids in this class came from broken family, or ignored, or has a hard life at home. Parents work from dawn till midnite, dad in jail, mum passed away and so on and so on. Their immediate environment consists of law breakers, gangsters, drug addict and such. Thus the reason them being them. Monkey see, monkey do.

Today, after an hour long meeting, still tired from the 3 days camp that ended on Saturday, hungry and dreaded the fact that I have class until 2.30pm, before I get to eat something, I entered the class. Facial expression set to mean machine mode. I got them to stand up, asked for their home work given while I was away (yes, despite post-end-of-the-year-exam, we still have to teach so that the kids would be ready for the next year). Gave them a few minutes of lecture for not finishing up my homework, I told them that for the class today they need to finish up their activity book. And I added that those who does not do what I ask, they will receive the appropriate reward. I said that while waving my cane in the air.

And they started to do their work. Even the most notorious kid was doing it. He even work as a pair with his partner in crime to finish up the work.

And to my amazement, the kids were so behaving while I was in the next class for about 10 to 20 minutes. The noisiest class in the afternoon session was so silent that I thought something was wrong. You can only hear murmurs of discussion of the work.

And before the class ended, I applauded them. And during Science at the end of the day, I let them watch Ironman, broadcasted from my laptop in the computer lab.

Achievement of the day: 3 Cemerlang behaved!

p/s: The naughtiest kid in the class wants to watch Doraemon instead of the Ironman...

"Action, Reaction"

People, or I'd rather say humans are a dynamic creature..

wouldn't you agree?

A stimulus, would always invites reactions from these humans.

"Action, reaction. Action, reaction", like a weird guy I met in Brisbane would say everytime i met him.... yes, EVERYTIME.

* * *

A colleague said to me today, for a guy to make sure a girl is true and honest to you, borrow from her a sum of money, and keep doing so, until u've borrowed 2K from her.. and IF she did lend u the money, she's for the keeps. And make sure you pay her back when your heart is at ease..

I beg to differ.

Past experience had taught me that it wont be the case.

"Action, reaction"

* * *

A rivalry in the office would lead to a hypocritical atmosphere. And when the rival left, all hell will break loose, provided the rivalry is of the higher ups.

And gave me an extra head ache to deal with.

"Action, reaction"

* * *

Despite the beliefs of some, despite the symbolization of the fashion worn, some people would always be the one they aspire or believe they aren't, consciously or unconsciously. And thus proving how strong or how weak their determination or their beliefs.

"Action, reaction"

Run for the lollipop

The kid keeps on running
under the sun, under the rain
past the hill, over the bridge
trying to get to the candy shop
to buy himself a lollipop

The kid falls down
tripped on a stone, fell on twigs
face buried in dirt, palm and knee bleeds
stopping the tears with his eyelids
stopping the pain with his heart beats

The coins the kid had had scattered
with battered fingers he picked them up
one by one, one after another
counting each of the coins carefully
for the price of making himself happy

The kid stood up and stare
looking at the stone, looking at the dirtpath
he winced at the pain, winced at the fall
one foot forward, he started again
running and running, forgetting his pains.

Signs

Tell me, would you believe in some small details that can barely catch your eyes would later be a sign for you?

Tell me, are you as superstitious as me?

Tell me, do you believe me if I say I believe in it, if I say I'm superstitious?

Around a month ago, I almost involved in a car accident. Before it happened, I saw 4 apparitions. And few hours later something covered the back of my car... I think I've posted something here about that before..... And later, withing few days/weeks after that, 4 person connected to me got into road accidents and me almost met with a couple more accidents.... The last person of the prediction was an 8 year old kid. And it cost him few nerves in his head....

In the past few days, I've been given signs. Signs that would be so ridiculous. Signs that tells me what's happening and yeah, it might, as I believed, tells me what will happen or what should happen in the near future.

I was at the beach, washing some barbecue fat and oil off my hands with sea water and melted ice. Then, I threw the ice away, as far as I could. Guess what followed the ice? 2 of my precious beads bangles. One was given to me by a Buddhist monk, another was from a girl. Frantically I went into the water to look for it. But the sea returned only one of the bangles. The Buddhist bangle. I spent quite some time to look for the other bangle, but to no avail. I even tried to look for it the next day, hoping to see at least one of the beads.... I failed.

And today, as I wanted to leave PD for JB, Babyboy couldn't be started. I tried to jumpstart it, with the help of a nice old man, but Babyboy just wouldn't move its heart even an inch. Some good souls tried to help me, much to my greatest appreciation. And I waited by Babyboy's side for hours until the only available mechanic in town was available to tend to his wounds. He jumpstarted the poor boy and Babyboy managed to breathe again. Hilmi came with Ida and they drove behind me to make sure I make it back to Seremban safe. Back in Seremban, I turn off the engine and was about to get into the house when I thought of trying to start the poor boy again. And Babyboy can be started. He was alive and kicking! Cant believe my luck I switched off the engine and tried again. And Babyboy is alive!!

It's weird, isn't it?

Feels like Babyboy doesn't want to leave PD.

I wonder what these signs are for.......

Gah, I'm too tired.


I'll be your bat, you'll be the cat in the dress
Wait no, you should be the damsel in distress

And today's the day I was proven wrong.

I just arrived at the car park of my housing area today when I realized that I only ate something light for lunch. I stepped out of the car, taking along my trusted washed green sling bag, and walked towards the nearest burger stall. And it was closed. I wondered if that burger guy and his wife had something to do today. They are a nice couple. In fact, they are the only people that I talked to extensively here at the housing area. Being denied of having some beef tonight, and the fact that I'm quite lazy to cook tonight, I headed to the mamak stall under the building. There, I ordered some take away and while waiting for it to be ready, I got my self a cup of tea.

And sitting at one of the perfect spot in the stall, I was engaged in my favourite pastime, analyzing other people.

There were not any customer in sight but a boy and his mum. The boy, I figured, is about 6. Since it was around 7 pm and the nearest primary school has the afternoon session, they boy cant be a primary schooler as he wore a normal yellow shirt and matching shorts, and he acted too young for his body built. He has bigger body than 8 years olds, mind you. He was playful, curious and seems to be keen on learning how the owner of the stall made some dishes.

And the mum, wore pink baju kurung, free haired, a little bit chubby but was buried in some papers. She would occasionally ordered something for her son to eat, whining around about her son behaviour and get back to the piles of papers spread on the eating table. Judging from her looks, she's a busy career woman. She might be a single mother, who earns enough to make ends meet every month.

My first impression after these initial analysis was that that boy might be a bit left out by the mum, whom giving him a couple of roti canai for dinner. He might be sent to the nearest nursery, where the rats roam the door steps at nights and all the kids there get was some ABCs, watching tv and afternoon naps. The mum wears a shiny baju kurung, maybe it was tailored for the Eid, and the boy's shirt, it was quite aged. So, my initial conclusion is, the boy might need a better upbringing.

As I sipped my tea for the umpteenth time, the mum called someone on the phone. Her expression was a bit happy and flirtatious, and yeah, she would occasionally paused at her conversation to make sure her son would behave. Maybe she's dating someone.

The urge to confirm my analysis got over me.

So I started a conversation with her.

"How old is he?"
"Six, but he looked like nine isn't he?" The mum smiled, proud. "He already finished Iqra 6. He can read and write and even speak in English."

I was dumbfounded.

"I sent him to the Smart Readers for 2 years since he was 3", she continued. "And now, he feels that its boring to learn. He said he wanted to play some video games."

I was speechless. I already knew that my analysis can only be about 70% right, but I just couldn't predict this coming to me. Trying to get back my composure, I sipped another tasteless portion of the tea.

"Why don't you give him Year 1's exercises, that ought to challenge him", I said to the lady.

She looked at me and smiled. "I did that, and he did it quite well. Maybe Year 2's might challenge him."

"Yeah, as long as his brain can get on to the thinking mode, then he'd be one of the best students in the future." I said that, in awe.

And in awe, I realized that this is the day I was proven wrong in my analysis, and the day I gladly accepting that fact.

The old saying about the book and the cover stays true still. And yeah, this event had helped me and reminded me not to leave any small detail about my subject of analysis. In this case, the papers on the table, the telephone conversation, and of course, the eyes of them two. Much can we learn from looking into the eyes of each being on earth. Eyes wont lie to you. And I ignored that during my analysis today.

^_^

I was wrong!

Time for the next analysis!

Faces Of School

These few months of late, I've been the official (non-official)

photographer

of the school. Been taking pictures of numerous events in school and yeah, these here are some random pics (without editing but resizing, mind you) that I've taken to love.
















Ah well, some might notice, these are my fav kids lol
But hey, they are the ones that are willing to smile to the camera without being monkeys~

^_^