Thursday, August 28, 2008
“ …Anwar and PKR did not win the by-election but instead BN lost the by-election….”
DS AAB :
“…kemenangan Anwar tidak akan memberi kesan yang besar kepada pengundi di tempat lain ….”
TG Nik Aziz :
“…orang UMNO bukan saja tak ada air muka tapi tak ada kulit muka…..” referring to the smear campaign against DSAI using the sodomy issue during the by-election.
DS Anwar :
“ kalau bukan minggu ni, minggu depan…kalau bukan bulan ni bulan depan…kalau bukan tahun ni tahun depan…lawan tetap lawan …” a promise that keeps everyone on their toes.
TS Muhyidin Yassin:
“ ….trend yang perlu kepada UMNO melihat semula agenda perjuangan …”
“…..kita akan kuburkan politik Anwar di Permatang Pauh…”
Khoo (political analyst) :
“….the national coalition has to learn from its mistakes. I don’t know which one they will pick. There are so many of them….”
Ooi (SE Asia Study, Singapore) :
“……I think they don’t have the number yet that’s why the issue keeps popping up but those from Sabah said to be interested…” on MPs jumping ships.
Pandikar Amin :
“….I hope he(Anwar) can control the Opposition to behave in the Parliament …”
Prof Shamsul :
“…kita berhak tahu hal dia(Anwar), kerana dia akan jadi perdana menteri kita …”
“…tak ada kesan apa, kerusi pembangkang tetap sama cuma tukar orang saja…”
you guys put the pieces together, I have started to get a pounding headache. My family and I will be off to Kucing tomorrow for some relief....as a new dawn of Malaysian politics unfolded in the Parliament. We will be watching.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Semalam saya berada di Bilik Rehat FTMSK berborak dengan kekawan lama dan sempatlah kutip sebanyak RM155 untuk Program Bubur Lambuk FTMSK sempena bulan puasa nanti. Saya menerima kutipan tersebut dengan begitu terharu kerana mereka menderma dengan ikhlas langsung saya merasa begitu terbeban dengan tanggungjawab yang diamanahkan. Saya menerima sumbangan tersebut dengan penuh syukur kerana ada insan2 yang menyahut seruan saya.
Saya pulang ke rumah dan sambil berehat saya dikejutkan dengan panggilan salam dari pintu pagar. Sah pakcik ni dari Afghanistan. Saya menjawab salam dan bersapa dengan beliau. Apalagi minta sumbangan untukanak yatim Afghan. Hati saya berbelah bagi dengan seribu pertanyaan. Adakah duit aku nanti akan sampai ke pangkuan anak2 yatim itu yang beribu-ribu kilomater jauhnya ? Teringat juga pesan ustaz semasa kuliah Maghrib yang saban hari saya hadiri mengingatkan akan adab bersedeqah---tak usah difikir2 panjang bagi saja mengikut kemampuan dan berserah pada Allah taala. Saya mengambil sedikit wang dalam kereta dan bagi pada pakcik tadi. Tidak banyak tetapi cukup untuk memberi saya satu perasaan yang lega dan aman kerana dapat bersedeqah.
Apa yang saya nak sampaikan disini adalah saya telah pun berada dalam dua keadaan yang berbeza : satu menerima sedeqah dan satu lagi yang memberi sedeqah. Dan saya rasa keadaan saya semasa memberi sedeqah jauh lebih secure walaupun sedikit berbanding keadaan yang menerima sedeqah walaupun 15kali ganda banyaknya. Teringat saya kepada hadis Rasulullah yang mengatakan tangan yang memberi itu lebih mulia daripada tangan yang menerima. Memang betul.
Jadi ambillah kesempatan yang ada untuk memberi kepada yang kurang kemampuan. Tambahan dalam keadaan yang masyarakat kita yang serba dhaif sekarang ini. Kenaikan harga barang yang semakin hari semakin membebankan. Saya rasa staf FTMSK ni masih lagi mampu mengukir senyuman; duit sentiasa ada dalam kocek untuk anak2 pergi ke sekolah. Adakah jiran2 kita, saudara2 kita atau kenalan kita mampu berbuat yang sama ? tanyalah hati kecil kita dan buatlah perkiraan yang sewajarnya.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
This is the first draft of the lyrics:
Suatu ketika dahulu
Kita sama-sama belajar
Kita sama-sama bermain
Kita sama-sama bergurau dan berseloka
berduka dan bercinta ....bermimpi untuk berjaya
Pada saat dan ketika
Kita berpisah buat sementara
Cari ilmu dan erti kehidupan
Kita bersua dengan kesepian
Pada teman yang sama bermain
Pada guru yang tunjuk ajar
Pada kekasih yang merindu
Kini kita telah kembali
Berbakti untuk bangsa dan negara
Marilah kita sama-sama
Mengajar anak bangsa
Perkuatkan iman dan taqwa
Perkasakan ilmu di dada
Pertahankan maruah bangsa
Marilah kita sama-sama
Pada teman yang dikasihi
Agar terus berkenalan
Mengharung arus kehidupan
Dalam menunggu hari penantian
Marilah kita sama-sama
Pada sekolah yang tercinta
Agar maju dan berjaya
Menjadi sekolah terbilang
Marilah kita sama-sama
pada agama, bangsa dan negara
agar hidup diberkati...harmoni ... di Malaysia bumi tercinta
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Alhamd Una or Nabiela Husna is 13 today. may ALlah give you all the strength in Iman and Taqwa to live your promising life ahead. Abah and Umi will stand by for whatever decisions you make. Do make rasional decisions; it would be easier for us to deal with. Don't forget your prayers and doa as we might not be able to help you in certain circumstances. But you are a great daughter; brilliant and "boleh diharap"---we love you with all our hearts. Happy Birtday Una !
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I have not got many chances to meet my teachers from the old secondary school in Kelantan. They seem to be vanished into the oblivion with no trace of active public life. Maybe busy at home with cucu2, I don’t really know. Maybe I am bit pessimistic into getting to know their whereabouts or just busy doing something not as noble as meeting your own teachers. Looking back to my schooldays I really have nothing to cheer about. I had never have fantastic or memorable moments with my teachers. Teachers would like if their students had won medals for the school… I had never won anything. Teachers would praise you if you had good grades…..I was always at the bottom half in the class. Teachers would remember if you had talents in sports….I could hardly kick a ball or do that stupid triple jump. Teachers would not forget if your name always surfaced in the meeting for being naughty…..I was an angel or rather an ass for so afraid of breaking the rules. You see I was perfect to blend in the school population and gone unnoticed. So I have no recollection for having a meaningful relationship other than the ones in the classroom. What I am trying to say is that I did not learn anything from my teachers. I really feel that way. Is it so cruel to say that ? My humble apologies. But that is the truth. I learnt from buddies a lot and some academic stuff from my own readings. Even the stuff in the class had gone over my head. I just could not grab it hard enough to get me pass the SRP or SPM examinations. I might sound unthankful but just could not help it.
The most painful thing is to remember how your teachers would tell you over and over again that you are a loser….giving you that sorry look that makes you wonder why you were born in the first place. I don’t know how to praise people because I had never heard such phrases when I grew up. But because I know the values of such simple gestures such “ good job!” or “well done” or “there you go, I know you can do it” to a child, I have tried all the time to say to my students or even more so to my kids . It costs nothing but will give tremendous impact to the development of a child. I still long for one.
It has been almost 26 years since I left my school in Pengkalan Chepa, Kleantan. I can be more apologetic now and let the past being the past. Meeting my teachers (they are always my teachers till the end of my life…that’s why I don’t call them ex-teachers) last week has brought back old memories. Whatever they had done to me, whether good or bad, have made me what I am today. And I just could not thank them enough. They have become part of my history, part of my life. They were part of the reasons for me to live and went on living. It’s like a pack of food that your mother stashed in your bag whenever you were going somewhere; she knows somewhere along the journey you might need it.Boy! do I need it? Then will you realize the reasons for the whole thing that has happened to you.
I am thankful for being able to hug and say salaam to my teachers the other day. I don’t know whether I would ever get other chances to do so. Terima kasih, cikgu!
...Puan Adawiyah, SRT but many times she sat in for Kesihatan.
....left is Cikgu Faridah taught me Bahasa during my lower form; here seen with my wife Salwana(her favorite teacher as well)
Cikgu Mat Noor (dark shirt) our sport teacher (aarrrghhhh! I hate sports!). But he is such wonderful now.
Cikgu Ashaari taught us Bahasa in lower form. Wonderful teacher.
Friday, August 8, 2008
The DSAI case of sodomy is coming to a climax (not that orgasmic climax, but ...you know what I mean). At one end he is stuck with the legal wrap-around and the less-anticipated by-election at the other. So we would be seeing a lot of him in the next couple of months or so. I would go for the Olympics as all this political bru-ha-ha has made me feeling nausea already. The question is when is it gonna end? the people are getting squeezed with sky-rocketing food and oil prices and all we have heard is whether the fler's ass being rammed or not. The nation has come to a new state of minds after 50 years of independence---the sorry state.
My heart goes to fellow blogger --Penarik Beca, being scooped to the lock up,for speaking his mind. And you call this a free country, free my ass. Hello people...the sh-shhhh culture has long gone la. That was before now is a new era----being truthful to ourself and those around us. We say what we feel and no one has the right to stop that. But the problem is some people feel that the country is theirs and can do whatever they feel like because everyone else is a no-good-moron. I am sick to the stomach for such an attitude and more so coming from an institution that supposedly to guard the well-being of the people. may ALlah give strength and patient to Penarik Beca and his family to go through this ordeal.