Two weeks of school break have long gone...reaching up for the third... mostly occupied with 'kerja kahwin'...with nasi minyak nasi tomato ,chicken or beef, curry or kurma for almost every week ends... worst by regular but never a routine (skipped two out of three during school hours) the three in a row meals... makantidoq...makantidoq has set me a date with my ever rusting mountain bike again... in fear of those spare tyres that begin to reappear...huhuhu Hey!That's my legs paddling ok! just to prove to you that i never lie...hahaha
that's my other half...way up in front ... and the route we used for the 'fat burning session'
stopped by the road side to capture this one's in a life time scenery... well...not really! but not everyday that i could enjoy watching such... sky high family gathering huh???
dared not get too close though... Hey! you never know! too bad i didn't get to hold of my V.cam ...only on mobile
life seems so simple for them... neh!
passed by a palm plantationthen... along this lazy flowing Kerian River... oops! now you all know where i live huh? once famous for it's Crocco @ Sang Bedal's breeding ground and udang galah
we used to do brisk walking... but didn't want to push it too hard... just wanna have fun with a little bit of exercise...
shouldn't it be the other way round fellows??? Never mind!
photo of daughter of a friend @ a neighbour taken today...Sunday
Yes! I am referring to something that has to do with the photo above...a wedding and wedding card.Why red in the first place? We often heard people refer a wedding invitation as 'kad merah'...whereby... in real life...especially nowadays...we seldom see wedding card in red. i guess red is and has always been the color for the Chinese ( correct me if i am wrong UncleLee). and green is better known for the Malays...@Muslims...so why not Green card? Hahaha! and i have heard people used the 'term'...'kad merah' ever since i could understand what it stands for... Speaking of weddings...that reminds me of weddings during my childhood... I. back in kampung...in N9 one unique tradition that is still fresh in my mind is the beverages served ...the none-sugar Tea-O...perhaps this is only found in N9...hahaha! those time i thought it was common to everybody...only to find it later became a a joke of all years to others! hahaha So i ask my Atuk (Arwah)...why?... it makes sense... As you people know that in those years ...water pipes were not widely used ...so their main source of fresh water is the well... Almost every houses have two types of well...one is for the drinking...and the other is for bathing and washing ...etc... purposes... The one for drinking has always been a deeper well...a natural source of mineral water! Honest! It is so deep down under that the water taste different . So back to our main topic... As the water came from the well...they are so used to making sure that it is boiled before consuming it daily...including during celebrations like the wedding. but the problem is...boiled water is tasteless! So tea is a natural flavor...just like Chinese tea ...you take without sugar! As far as hygiene is concerned...i prefer none sugared tea to unboiled syrup ! Whatever! About the delicacies... i love the day before the big day... i remember the 'pulut himpit' (cooked glutinous rice pressed in a special equipment) with sekaya or serikaya...kuih lapis...served during 'duduak urhang' @ duduk orang in Minangkabau. hahaha Oh ...how the whole kampung and the neibouring kampung folks were invited...Meriah tu! and i remember how they used to come with a 'boka'@bekal...during' duduk ughang' i.s a special canister made of silver or other metallike aluminium...called 'mangkuk tingkat' filled with rice... then it is then filled back with the dishes during the wedding...rendang or the main rendang or rendang nangka! Best kan... i miss the rendang nangka...huhu... Those days...when everything was done by gotong royong...and most of the necessities can be obtained just around the kampung for free! yet everybody was happy!
II. When i was in my early teenager...a Malacca 's wedding is so common to me as my step father is from Malacca...and the rest of his family were all typical Melake ! Ulau belengkau tepi pagau! Melake's wedding was famous for it's Joget Lambak and menconteng arang festival! Joget lambak is held during the nite of the wedding...where the whole kampung gathered around...and were having fun! Accompanied by a life band... beside some Joget numbers...Santana's song was never missed!.."Black magic woman"... the bride and groom will start the nite with a joget! followed by the makcik and the pak cik...pak' besau' and mak' besau' victimized by their young family members... A scene of a 60 year old granny dancing a joget is acceptable during those days... and they were sporting giler...i tell you! Enjoy habis! That was also a nite where the eligible bachelors had their eyes wide opened...looking for a candidate!
Then came the next day... 'conteng arang day'! watch out ..bride and groom...or you both will end up with faces smeared with crust from the pots and cauldrons during the cleaning...hmmm Sounds fun huh?
I presume a lot of us would say it is not islamic...tak ikut syariah...but i guess there's a lot of weddings nowadays ...which are way out of Islamic....non Islamic way of life seems habitual... So... are we so developed and civilized now or...we are back to being Jahiliah??? Wallahhu a'lam...
I guess ...like it or not...we have to return to the syarak and syariah... as to understand why and what is the main purpose of a wedding... So that everything we practice is blessed by Allah. Amin
"Yang baik jadikan teladan...yang buruk jadikan sempadan" Mohon diampunkan dosa kaum kerabat kita yang lalu jika pernah mereka tersasar...
Among all...if not many 'visitors'...not 'intruders' ...that drop by quite frequently in my garden...
One thing for sure... they are... astonishing to look at... somehow bringing joy and relief to one's heart... realizing how nature could actually be sort of a therapy...to those who worship Allah 's creations.
So much did i think of those who are now...struggling and striving on their luck...i recall way back in 1977 Yes...that was the year when i sit for my SPM... It was not a pleasant memoir to recall though... It wasn't my best year...but this is the year... greatest affected my entire life...or shall i say put me into my recent career! Having a very bad health on that year...i suffered severe coughing that put me in a difficult and unfit situation ...yet i was facing my SPM. I didn't do much to my problem...only with common cough syrup...that did not seem much help... I remember telling it to my basketball coach as i was the college player at that time... I complaint that i often get tired easily during practiced...not knowing that the cough was the cause to my tiredness and gasping my way out for air...after minutes of playing... My parents didnt know it...as they were so preoccupied with their own problems... I still recall how i continuously was coughing during my English paper II...that i almost could not continue writing ...could not really concentrate on the paper...several times i felt so blank...and stuck ...i almost cried! Felt so ashamed too..as i was making so much noise... Only Allah knows how i felt at that moment... I was in that situation..up until SPM was over... In fact it gotten worst.
Apart from being so sick...I was actually succumbing with another ' huge stone' over my head... and it happened long before SPM! Its my parents...civil war was about to blast off... i remember sneaking out of school...or rather college as we all recognized it...just to see my mum...eagerly wanting to know if she was okay... and how i cried so much every time i met her... i guess that was the saddest moment of my whole life episodes... then... before i could finish my exam...i received a register letter... Guess what! It was from my mum...telling that she had already moved to my grandfather's house...in kampung. What more could i hope...for a girl as timid as i am...hopeless and confused... yet i had to finish up my exam...no matter how broken- hearted i was... At one week at end of my SPM...i took a bus to meet my mum and the rest of my siblings at Atuk's house...only to find a much more painful sight... i rather not tell ...as it only makes me regret every bit of my ever born in this cruel life... Well that was what i felt at that time... i returned to college to continue my exam...finished it somehow. The following year was not as pleasant either...for me ..and for my mum... My parents were divorced... and i had to undergo treatment and hospitalized!
When the result came out...Syukur i made it. i passed all subjects...but i was not so pleased with the result. It was okay but not good enough for me to pursue my ambition... i felt...I could have made better. At first the frustating feeling was devastating and tormenting... All my hope was torn ... ripped off and shattered to pieces... Being an MRSM's student... I felt that i was a true failure... I was excellent in my SRP...and was doing ok in the coming year... but SPM... Knowing that most of my friends made it... Miserable... Felt so down and depressed...i shutt almost every doors to all my friend's calls...for quite a long time... but somehow... had to make my own move...and so i did I was not the type of an outgoing girl actually...for i was in boarding school... but somehow... Life taught me to stand on my own two feet... I was on my own... walked up and down from stairs to another...gambling my faith...and luck... I was offered a course in ITM(d' only Tertiary Institution available besides UM at that time)...but had to turn it down...coz i can't afford to go...
So my other choice was The teaching course...in JB...Which didn't cost me much. I accepted it ...and so that's it... This is the livelihood that was set By Allah for me... I accept it with greatest Syukur!
Banjir datang lagi... Buat warga yang berduka... Kelantan,Terengganu Kedah dan Perak...dimana jua
Biar diri ini tidak pernah menempuh saat saat sukar dan getir seperti yang kalian alaminya... tidak bermakna tidak terasa segenap kepayahan yang kalian tempuhi... Tersekat pergerakan...terbatas pandangan... Malah setiap saat dihimpit rasa gusar... bahaya mengintai disetiap penjuru ruang dan masa... Sedar Betapa pandangan mata ini melihat kepayahan...masakan sama pada bahu yang memikul beban... Disini disisipkan harapan...dan doa... agar sahabat serta keluarga... semuanya... Bersabar dan Redha serta Tawakkal dengan dugaan Allah... Agar segalanya segera berlalu... Agar semuanya selamat di bawah lindungan Allah yang Maha Mengetahui segala yang di jadikanNya... Mohon di hindari dari segala malapetaka ... dan kedukaan Semoga kita semua bertambah takwa... Amin.
i A few hours before Schooll cloze up... Cikgu Hazeleyed masih bz ... Ada sikit lagi 'unfinished bussiness here and there'...mana tak nye... Kitani guru kelas lah awak...2nd last class plak tu ! ...hmm Believe it or not...only today Si Etayahraj inteded to pay his school fee! Dont wanna say much...but that's the kind of student that we form teachers often have to deal with... Perhaps being restricted from getting his next year's books made him persuaded his father to pay? Uphold the Law! Pergh! macam Robocorp laa plak!
ii Dalam sibuk sibuk cikgu Hazeleyed nak siapkan segala hal... Anakanda - anakanda dari kelas kita jemput kita gi jamuan kelas kita awak.... Terimakasih anak anak semua...pandai korang organize jamuan kelas...bukan ada duit kelas pun... dia orang pakat bawa serba sedikit makanan...cikgu sumbang ongkos ...Jadi! as long as you all are happy... Apalagi...untuk tak hampakan hati anak semua...cikgu makan apa yang disediakan...TQ Sempat gak snap photo a few of them...yang tak malu... yang lain malu-malu...tak da lah gambar kamu! Azila...Shamila...M.Azreen...Afiq Adha...Haszrina...Nur Nabihah... Jangan lupa ek! Cikgu nak kelas ni ' Sparkling clean'... after this ! ..." baik cikgu! "...
iii Syukur! Cikgu Hazeleyed managed to complete all my tasks...in 2009. Mission accomplished.
Esok bermulanya perjuangan... buat anak-anak didik ku yang menganbil SPM Cekal dan tawakkal! Allah sentiasa bersama kamu... Semoga kalian tenang dalam menempuh ujian ini... Segala petua... panduan dan bimbingan berbekal sudah... Seluruh perit jerih...sejuta usaha juga tenaga tercurah...yang pasti bakal di luah dan diolah... menjadi realiti... Tabahlah! Tenanglah! Berdoalah!
Ass-salam everybody... Kak Hazeleyed is bzzzzzz teramat bzzzzzzzzzzzzz Almaklum penghujung persekolahan ni... So here's a story that i would like to share... of which i received from brother Norman...TQ bro.
A smart wife II
There was a man who had worked all of his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real miser when it came to his money.
Just before he died, he said to his wife, 'When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the +after-life+ with me.'
And so he got his wife to promise him with all of her heart that when he died, she would put all of the money in the casket with him.
Well, he died . .. .
He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said, 'Wait, just a minute!'
She had a box with her, she came over with the box and put it in the casket.
Then the undertakers locked the casket down, and they rolled it away.
Her friend said, 'I know you weren't fool enough to put all that money in there in the casket with your husband.'
The loyal wife replied 'Listen, I can't go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money in that casket with him.'
'You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him !!! ?'
'I sure did' said the wife. 'I got it all together, put it into my account and wrote him a cheque. If he can cash it, he can spend it.'
Moral of the story: *Women are cleverer than Men* .......
You men out there...what do you all think??? Soo clever???
Can I Borrow $25? A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities. '
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.