Wednesday, May 28, 2008

SOMETHING TO READ, REMINISCE AND REFLECT

True Love and True Care

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents
plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a
handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I
stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about
the stolen money right away.

He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a
bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was
stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he
said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped
father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our
stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your
own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of
wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle
of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my
mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore.
Everything has happened."

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened
yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he
protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my
brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an
upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted
into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good
results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,"
What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?" At that
time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said, " Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I
have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you
have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on
the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished
your study!"

And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow
money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen
face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will
not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing. "

I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the
university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother
left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry
beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow;
"Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job
and I will send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my
voice. That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With
the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my
brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction
site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the
university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told
me, "There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar.
His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked
him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my
brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if
they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I
felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust
from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't
care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your
appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair
and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you
should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled
my brother into my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed
that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my
boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile,"

It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you
see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the
window." I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I
felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it
hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got
married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents
to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they
left the village, they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with
them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will
take care of mom and dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to
accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But
my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman
instead for a start.

One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when
he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I
visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I
grumbled, "Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers
won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are
suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think
of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated,
and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My
husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in
education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he
said and then he held my hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30
years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the
wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one
person you respect and love the most?"

Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He
continued by telling a story I could not even remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village.
Everyday, my sister and I would walked for 2 hours to school and back
home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one
of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got
home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she
could not even hold her chopsticks.

From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of
my sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room.
All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In
my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in
this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my
face again. *

Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life.* You
may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may
mean a lot. Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!



To my beloved students of Kota Baharu Teacher Training Institute, take care of yourselves, value your family and always have time for God. Life should be a happy one, and to be happy you need to sacrifice.

THE WONDERS IN US

WHAT DO YOU PERCEIVE AS THE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD?

A group of students was asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:

1. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2. Taj Mahal 3. Grand Canyon 4. Panama Canal 5. Empire State Building 6. St. Peter's Basilica 7. China's Great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noticed that one quiet student hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many."

The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help."

The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven Wonders of the World' are: 1. to see 2. to hear 3. to touch 4. to taste 5. to feel 6. to laugh 7. and to love."

The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous!
A gentle reminder - that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.

Don't just read...think

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Take a break!


Saturday, May 24, 2008

They say English is a Crazy Language, tapi tak taulah...hangpa baca ni ...

English is a crazy language...

English is a crazy language:
1) The bandage was wound around the wound.
2) The farm was used to produce produce.
3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4) We must polish the Polish furniture.
5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought itwas time to present the present
8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10) I did not object to the object.
11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row .
13) They were too close to the door to close it.
14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
19) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
20) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?


Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no eggin eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine inpineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England orFrench fries in France . Sweetmeats are candies whilesweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat. We take Englishfor granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find thatquicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and aguinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural oftooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth, beeth? Onegoose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices?Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not oneamend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid ofall but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If avegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?Sometimes I think all the English speakers should becommitted to an asylum for the verbally insane. In whatlanguage do people recite at a play and play at a recital?Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that runand feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while awise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel atthe unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burnup as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by fillingit out and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.
English was invented by people, not computers, and itreflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course,is not a race at all That is why, when the stars are out,they are visible, but when the lights are out, they areinvisible.
PS. - Why doesn't "Buick" rhyme with "quick"

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Salam pertama

The journey forward is a journey backward,
In understanding others we understand ourselves,
From literary cues we develop values,
From the wrongs and rights we gain insights,
We learn from others and their joys and plights,
From a life that would indeed be bright.

Hi everyone. As a literature person, i think the above words do bring lots of embedded meanings and to understand it better, read and ponder on it. You have a lot of time (3 weeks). Tell me what you think when we next see each other. Bye and enjoy your holiday .

Pn. Noriza Othman
22.5.2008

Aloha & Adios

To all my students near and far,
Please just remember that your holiday is not only to be filled with entertainments (movies, sightseeings etc...) but getting to do some serious study on assignments given or even self study. It's good to start organizing yourself, be self motivated and help friends to be focussed too.A lecturer is a teacher, is a counselor, is a mummy. SO.... be good,be cheerful, be responsible and path your own future. Please.... take these tips from acting KJ for the last two weeks.


Pn Maheran
11-22/5/08

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

GOOD TEACHER
In his teaching, the wise man guides his students but does not pull them along.
He urges them to go forward and does not suppress them,
He opens the way but does not take them to the places.
If his students are encouraged to think for themselves, we may call the man a GOOD TEACHER.

Confucius

 
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