Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Memoirs of Cik Gu

Tribute to all teachers around the globe

It's kinda lame for me, still alive and yet still not posting any entry for teachers day. I'm extra out-dated, so I decide to give it a go. We are still in the month of May, aren't we?

To me, teaching is a profession that leaves highly recognizable mannerism. It is fascinating and alarming, how you get stuck with the habits of your profession. Habits of thought, speech and action.

I'm belong to the generation where I remember the old style where the teacher went 
"The capital city of Japan is Tok-" 
and the pupils chorused

This went throughout the whole lesson.
"Everyday you must stu-"

me and the other classmates replied

"If you don't study you become stu-"

we chorused happily

"Stupid like buffa-"

the whole class shout!

Sometimes I have to be over careful not to give the wrong tail. I once dropped a very brick this way:

Teacher: Have you been to the Arkib Negara? 
They say the resources they providing is use-"

 "-less!" I say innocently not knowing or forgetting the other possible suffix "-full"

And when it time for Sejarah (History) lesson, half of us would act blindly staring half asleep at the whiteboard. Who cares what's the name of the ship that brought Alfonso de' alberque (or whateva the name is) to Malacca? But my teacher will give this ferocious glare and yells "Listen!" which suddenly the crowd awake and is as fresh as gold right through the session. 

I must admit if there's no teachers, there will be no prime minister or any other profession .

How many of us are stuck with the habits of our profession?
I'm sure that retired army man lived like a civilian during their service. They force to leave unmistakable marks. 

And what it feels like to be a journalist? Do they have this habit greeting the news of landslide or earthquake with the cry "Good! This will hit the front head!" or they sigh "What?? Only 400 dead?"

Still, I think teachers give my life full of spice. Something to learn, something to laugh on,something to influent to. If there's no teachers, then I wouldn't aware to stop myself from correcting my grammar.

 Or Would I? 

Thursday, May 26, 2011

My Pillow Talk

If you peek at my tiny library, you'll find shopaholic books and fashion magazines. But my book beside my bed is my REAL book, book with Doa. I've been grow up sleeping beside either Quran or Yassin. Just to avoid the ghost to disturb me.

I'm all grown up . I realize that the meaning of each Verses had give me the confident to get through the night and the day.Knowing there is something to hold onto when you wake up from nightmare is somehow comforting.

When life can't make sense anymore and despite of the sympathy I get from others, there's always an emptiness. And all I want is someone to hold on to and tell me is all right. 

And then when I question why did this have to happen to me or why did I do to deserve this? 
When I couldn't find the answer from my family and friends, I turn to God to have one to one Pillow talk. 

Even though I never hear God speak it out, and I will feel disappointment in the beginning, soon I will become calmer cause I am heard. 
I have no one but God. We have to realize this is what nature is all about.
Need a Pillow talk anyone? :)

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

It's Been A while

This blog is set up for that reason: I enjoy writing and I want to be a writer. 
Of course my friend have this idea "Huh?? All the stories about your lunch and all that down the tube?" 
Sheesh! That sound pretentious. 

I'd love to blog and could just be done with it. But let's be realistic. We have our own life, so instead of bitching about nothing to gain more traffic, we work in order to sustain the art of writing. I don't rendered a doormat to my readers. I don't want  them to read something full of crap. 

So what have I been to?? I decided to live out my Prince William fantasy in Buckingham Palace.The past is past. It's not my precious anymore. Time to move on. Haha!

I must admit that I have loads of work and there's life out there. Great life. Like with friends YAZ, NAS,KNK and the new friends I made over the years.

Now I need that space, my writing space and my space-space
Will I blog again? Hell, yes with one or two mosquitoes passing my ears, NO?

Time for me to sit on my chair ,work on my stories and blow my own trumpet.

Stay Well. 

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