I Wonder By Jeanie Kirby

Ah...literature....one of my passion.

I love teaching literature and my biggest idol in literature has got to be Madam Angie.

I discovered my love of literature (though am not good at it) when i was in high school....when you had to learn Shakespeare's "Life Brief candle". My English teacher at the time, Miss uh...uh...miss (oh dear god! I've forgotten her name!!I am ashamed of myself at the moment)...anyway, she told us that the poem was actually from Shakespeare's play called Macbeth. She told us the story of a man, ambitious, wanting to be king, and the three witches played a role (either merely foretold the ascension or perhaps prompted macbeth into being king). I was intrigued....and i asked my parents to get me Shakespeare's books. And they did and gave me a thick compilation of Shakespeare's Cleopatra (my favourite due to my obsession with ancient egypt), King Lear (havent read unfortunately), (can't rememeber the third play...was it Hamlet?, and finally Macbeth.

Oh dear, when i got my hands on that book...i read it....reading out the lines as if acting it out myself...Silly me...i was like what...13/14/15? I didnt fully understand the whole text, the subtext, the hidden meaning or the complexity of the play. I just wanted to act the scenes out....and when i got into IPBL, and when Mdm. Angie told us we'll be studying Macbeth, no one knew my excitement.. GILA. But i was a puny soul back then, maybe i let out a tiny squeak....squeak....Siti + kus = si tikus.

When we discussed Macbeth, i had so many questions...so many things to understand. So many things to grasp and to sink in. And the knowledge, oh the knowledge, when Mdm Angie broke it down into piece, every explanation, everything was so awesome! I was afraid to ask more but was content. That was the best lesson of literature i ever had... Memang obsess la aku.. T.T lol. So, my point was, that the feeling of knowing more, of having your world rocked by endless knowledge, knowledge that blow your mind, i want that for my students. I may have achieved it when i was teaching "I wonder by Jeanie Kirby".

So i was teaching them "I wonder" and i explained the grass, the meaning, what the persona was thinking and the best part was the stars....oh how innocent their minds were...They don't even know what stars are...and that we are in a galaxy. An in a galaxy alone, there are bilions of stars. And that stars are suns, and the suns have the own planets surrounding them, and since there are millions of stars, there are milions of planets in just one galaxy....and get this kids...we, humans, know there are 100-200 BILIONS of GALAXIES. That are only the ones we get to explore kids...scientists have estimated there are probably 500BILION Galaxies!... And i broke it down for them, when i finished talking....all silence.....I told them, how small we were...how insignificant it seems, earth.

When everyone recovered from their shock...including me....(to tell you the truth, after explaining it myself, i felt small too... overwhelmed again by the idea) I knew their little world have just been expanded a little, That i know, because the noisiest of them all kept quiet too....the boy asked...where are we? At the projected picture of a galaxy...i said, you cant see earth. We are too small. A galaxy is just soooo vast. He fell silent. and i smirked...knowing the class was feeling what i had felt during Mdm Angie's class. (Madam Angie would slip in facts and information during her classes which always caught my attention). Ahh...satisfaction. Something sink in their brains after all...lol...

And i explained the moral values...that knowledge is important, knowledge is power. And with knowledge i could overwhelmed them, and without it, you are nothing. Again, silence.... I guess this is the best lesson i've ever delivered. Not because the student sat quietly, copying down notes and doing worksheets. The best part is when you know, you have given them something that will forever be in their minds.

 Dah dah...masuk kelas.. banyak cakap saja ini cikgu

Complaints...

Humans have their good days...and their bad days. And one of those bad days, there are the worse of them all. And during those times, one may not be able to hold everything in. One would voice out one's displeasure....that happened to me...a few days ago.... but i didn't exactly say that bad.

Situation:
Me: Dang it..i have so many things to do!
Other teacher: Don't complain.
Me: (silent)

I fell silent not because i am ashamed, but because i realized no one will appreciate your work, and nobody know's what you are going through. But, they are not to blame. Its just that i feel i have the right to complain once in a while...and let me tell you the task that i am assigned to. Then you be the judge whether i am overreacting.

Post/task i am assigned to:
1. Warden
2. Pen. Setiausaha Ko-Kurrikulum
3. Penyelaras PBS Bahasa Inggeris
4. Penyelaras Program Intervensi 2M'
5. Setiausaha Lembaga Warden
6. Guru Penasihat Kelab catur
7. Jurulatih Pasukan Catur sekolah (separate from the chess club coz its a entire school thingy)
8. Am teaching 4 classes at the moment. (form 1,2 & 3) meaning i am in two sessions.
9. since i am the warden, i am automatically in the unit disiplin,
10. Pen. Ketua Jawatankuasa StorKo-kurikulum dan peralatan Ko-kurrikulum
11. Jurulatih debate team
12. and others

There are more but i guess its too depressing to write. Besides there are others listed me as "Semua warden" or "semua guru bahasa" so that doesnt really count i guess. and i'm sure there are other future appointments. I really am tired and its just January...and the idea that i'll be in something in the future scares me. I think my plate is full and i'm afraid i cannot cope. To be honest, when i reviewed the lantikan in the file, i see my name popping here and there....and others seemed not to be as many as mine. Sure the big shots there say i am trusted....but seriously? Just because i am "trusted" so, i am going to do all the work for other teachers who are "not trusted" while we get the same amount of pay. I find this entirely depressing. Really.... I didn't plan to write this in my blog...but i've got no one to tell and keeping it in is really stressful. I just want someone to hear me thats all. Else i'll go crazy.

Nad: Chey, bukan main complain, tok ada masa blogging tok cam ney?
Siti: Sukati kumpun!

Sekian, thank you. lol

Rant: Sell-comb is a bully.

Once upon a time, I subscribed to Sell-Combs broadband service. So, one day, when I didn't need it anymore, I terminated it and paid the remaining balance. About a year later, came the bill, stating that I did not pay...I initially ignored it as i have paid the damn thing so i thought the bill was just a stupid mistake. But noo.....they sent me a letter telling me that they will take legal fucki** actions if i didn't pay. So, fine, I paid the bloody thing...AGAIN...and asked the counter lady that would this be the end of it? And make sure the damn thing is terminated. She said, yes...it is done. So I kept the termination and the receipt. The billing stopped and all was back to normal. Almost four years later, i wanted to change my number into a postpaid shit. So, i skipped happily into the Sell-comb centre yesterday. 

So then i found out i was blacklisted.

Me: Wait what?
Sell-comb guy: You have a debt of rm332 that you havent paid.
Me: wait what?
Sell-comb: You havent paid Sell-comb.
Me: Oookay...can you check when was the last payment made?
Sell-comb: No we can't..(looks at me like i'm some kind of lowlife.)
Me: But i've paid....TWICE!
Sell-comb: it says here you havent paid

He then later told me that i could check with their other branch. So off i went....same thing. Bullshit. I ain't paying them again. Now i'm hunting for a 4 year old bill that is probably eaten by termites by now. If i ever found it, I will frame it and hang it at sell-comb wall. I don't trust you Sell-comb. You are one lying mathafakka.

Thank you.....

Ps: It was my fault too...I should have never trusted them. I should have laminated and framed the receipt and termination forms. 

Chapter 23

Nurul’s eyes were open, and Wawa, with her hands delicately closed them. Amara was pacing as Menn was humming the nursery rhyme “Ring-O-Ring a roses”, sharpening his already sharpened knife.

“Just kill me! Just kill me!” Amara suddenly yelled, kicking the iron bars. Wawa was trying to calm Amara down was not able to match with Amara’s violent fit.

Menn laughed and laughed and laughed. The chamber echoed his laughter.

“Amazing what adrenaline could do to a human. They called one man a demi god once, or on your land, adrenaline was attributed to a genie’s vomit. Funny really, because the man was as you modern people call it, a schizophrenic. Interesting enough, the tree he uprooted was actually a dead tree,” Menn continued, explaining is a cheery tone as he waved his hands about.

A knock on the door caught their attention.

“Who is it?” asked Menn, mocking a cheerful tone and proceeded to open the door. Nik’s head pop and he carried with him a bloodied bag.

“Is it done?” Menn asked.

“Tis’ done,” Nik said, and smiled. He licked his lips, and gleams of his fangs were seen. They were not humans. They were something supernatural.

“Well then. There are many things to do on my part. I shall leave you alone. Sarah, watch the kids yes?” Menn gave instructions, mimicking as any parents would. He smiled and left the chamber with his partner. The chamber fell silent again.

“Oh God Amara, what should we do?” Wawa asked.

“Sarah, that paperclip from the book on the floor, can you reach it?” Amara asked. Sarah nodded and tried to pull the book with her feet as her hands were chained to the wall. Her wrist was painful, but she pulled nevertheless.

“I got it! I got it!” Sarah said and quickly, though clumsy, managed to get the paper clip in her hands. “Now what?” Sarah asked.

“Try to free yourself with it,” Amara said.

“I…I don’t know how,” Sarah said, almost crying. Amara sighed.

“Wait. I can do it!” Wawa said. All the years staying in a dorm during high school had taught Wawa several tricks, including opening a lock with a pin. It took Wawa a while as she was pretty rusty with it, but soon, the chain clicked and Sarah was freed of it.

“Now, throw those chairs over!” Amara said, and Sarah complied.

Wawa and Amara stacked the chairs and climbed from the cage. They were free. “Look, we’ll slowly creep down the tunnel. Trust no one. No one you understand?!” Amara said and the three remaining girls nodded. Amara led the four girls. Wawa, Wendy and Sarah followed. 

Fight fight fight...

I am tired of fighting. All i do in my life is fight, trying to survive. From bullies, from thieves, from those who wishes to take advantage, from opportunist, and from stupid people. This place is almost succeeding in bringing down my passion and enthusiasm. I cannot fight alone. One person cannot lift the boulder to clear the path. If the others refuse to help, I can't escape too. I'll be trapped in the valley with them.

The Netball Coach

Haluuuu...hehe. (Wrote this the second time because the internet was down and it didn't save. I prefer my previous post but I can't remember what exactly I wrote...dang...)

Anyhoo, i was chosen to coach the netball team. But....here's the problem. The only surviving memory I had of netball was falling on my bum during a game. That's it. Nothing more. I don't remember the rules..nada...nani mo nai....nothing. So, we had our first practice on last Friday. This was how I looked like training the kids....

This was me, giving instructions.....when I spouted some instructions/comments/strategies....I look like this...

Haha....but hey. Its a life long learning process. I am now googling rules and strategies...I will try my best!! HUHAAA! (Spartan warcry) We must win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (kiasu) The game is on the 13th of September. Wish us all the best. XD

Kabong's Eid-ul Fitr

Hatchiuuuu! *wash wash wash*.....*sweep sweep sweep*......*mop mop mop*......*lazing around*....*continue task*...

Huaa....It has been quite some time since I've blogged. Blame it on the laziness internet... I wanted to write on this year's Aidil fitri celebration, but I don't have pictures when my family and I were in Penang....so, I will be "blogging" (more like pasting pictures) about the Ramah tamah Aidil fitri we had in our school.

The teachers were divided into groups. We had six groups... Lemang (mine), Ketupat, Kelupis, Rendang, Serunding and.... uh...wait...was it five groups..or six?.... XD..

Anyway, we had a few competition:
1. karaoke
2. ketupat making
3. best dressed
4. best tent
5. best cake decoration

We even had an opening performance.....ahaks...but I'll get to that later...

Here are some pictures

 Me and the Gang (From left: Me, Ben, Fey2 & Romero)

 Taking pictures in front of other people's tent but did not even bother to take picture of own tent.....

The boys....men....uh..male teachers

Taking pictures with the same colour scheme...so to speak...

Dunno who's tent... Serunding's maybe

I am so gonna make a TV show poster out of this

Makan...makan....makan

Waiting to compete for the ketupat competition...Funny thing was, my partners and I were confused. We weren't sure how to win. Was it the most ketupat made within a given time, or was it the most creative? Lol...we didn't win. But if it were based on quantity, we sure would win. (konfid)

Me on the roll

A peak inside Ketupat's tent

Me, Felisica and Zainab

The special thing about this event to me was it was the first time i've ever performed in a band...as in a band. I mean, I've performed for Gamelan, and violin/ melodian/  (when i was a kid), but it was THE FIRST time I've ever I've performed in a band. And also, first time holding and playing the bass. Funny thing was, I just learnt how to play the bass say 2 days before the gig. It was kindda easy to play the bass, but it was still nerve wrecking to go and perform. 

"What if I screwup?

"Dang...where's A again?" 

"Hell, when do I come in?"

All those thoughts were in my head...but it was well. There were a few glitches...if you watch the video. We had little time to practice...but it was fun nevertheless. We were booked to play for the school dinner... matilaa...nabes. 

(After many failed attempts to upload video....)

I'll just upload the video when my streamyx is done...stress..

The songs we played was Suasana Hari Raya and Salam Aidil Fitri...

Wawa, remember this song? Hahaha! We played it during UKM ramah tamah aidil fitri..I still have our audio and our picture we took as background. 

Seeing that my writing has no cohesion what so ever...I think it is time for me to stop crapping and sleep. Had a long day and its 2.30am now. Good night.. :)

[Pictures courtesy of Felisica. Hahaha... I was too lazy to snap pictures}