Yes, yes, it's been over 2 years or so that I last blogged. Actually, no. Hehe. I was blogging privately immediately after I resigned.
Then came the gatal-ness and here I am, back to wordpress. :p
Life has been pretty fly, I must say. :)
With a new baby, my 3rd child, who has turned ONE since 30 March. That is none other than my precious, Elisya Batrisyia. :)
With a new home, situated in Serangoon North since March 2010. :)
With my parents and younger sister who are now staying with us. :)
And of course, with another baby on the way. :) Alhamdulillah.
I'll have four children come June, Insya'Allah and I have never been more blessed.
But now, it's time for me to take my very short nap. It's only when Elisya is taking hers and the other 2 are in school that I can have my nap. Even if it's just 15 minutes. Hell yeah, I deserve it! Hehe.
For now, welcome me back, with wide open arms, can? :p
Showing posts with label Others. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Others. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Friday, July 18, 2008
~With love~
i've always loved, using videos and songs to teach English. eversince the sharing session we had sometime in February, the many resources shared had given me lots of opportunity to expose the pupils to them.
i'd gone to www.grammarmancomic.com and had used most of the free stuff from the link and adjust them to accomodate to my pupils' ability. (gosh...i still sound so teacher-ly...reminds me of my EPMS)
anyway, the kids had learnt many songs and today, during our daily 'Show & Tell', one kid, a bo-chap Japanese who has killer IQ (always scoring full marks for Math and solving challenging sums within 5 minutes!), actually decided to sing one of the songs I had taught them!
it was too bad i could not record the whole session. the rest of the class enjoyed his singing although it was a bit off key at the beginning. but hey, no one's born a star. (hmmm..actually yes, the latest twins ) as he started singing, the class was gleefully watching him and they sang along when he reached the chorus. they sang "top of the world" by The Carpenters.
well, the kids did it again. it's as if they know that i'm leaving and they had been tugging my heartstrings since the term started. i had been less angry with them and obviously, there had been less scolding.
i was so full of emotion when the whole class started singing, without music. and they sang so well, damn well.
they noticed my tears.
i just felt like hugging all 35 of them.
and they still do not know i'm leaving...real soon...
i hope to leave...with as much love as possible..
kids, never question why they exist..
i'd gone to www.grammarmancomic.com and had used most of the free stuff from the link and adjust them to accomodate to my pupils' ability. (gosh...i still sound so teacher-ly...reminds me of my EPMS)
anyway, the kids had learnt many songs and today, during our daily 'Show & Tell', one kid, a bo-chap Japanese who has killer IQ (always scoring full marks for Math and solving challenging sums within 5 minutes!), actually decided to sing one of the songs I had taught them!
it was too bad i could not record the whole session. the rest of the class enjoyed his singing although it was a bit off key at the beginning. but hey, no one's born a star. (hmmm..actually yes, the latest twins ) as he started singing, the class was gleefully watching him and they sang along when he reached the chorus. they sang "top of the world" by The Carpenters.
well, the kids did it again. it's as if they know that i'm leaving and they had been tugging my heartstrings since the term started. i had been less angry with them and obviously, there had been less scolding.
i was so full of emotion when the whole class started singing, without music. and they sang so well, damn well.
they noticed my tears.
i just felt like hugging all 35 of them.
and they still do not know i'm leaving...real soon...
i hope to leave...with as much love as possible..
kids, never question why they exist..
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
~till death do us part?~
i am busy finalising my ca2 paper while listening to 94.2FM. yeah, i prefer Warna to Ria. call me makcik-makcik/ auntie for all i care. heh. but eh..don't lah ok. cos i'm not one. hee. faaaaaaar from one k!
i forced bobo to stay up with me while he enjoys blistering his fingers playing PSP. he's right there now, talking to me, eyes (and fingers) glued on his white screen while i am busy typing this away. his voice right now, is like bees humming to me. hee....
ok, right now, is news on Warna. before this was Alleycat's song (i do not know the title) and Sudirman's Salam Terakhir. Touching songs man. damn touching.
the topic on air prior to the songs was about deceased spouse; how one would and should handle it. one of the callers, a man, reminisced his moments with his late wife.
he got me started. i teared. not so badly cos i was trying to finish up my exam paper, remember? but anyhoot, i teared. and bobo had to tease me. of course, being a typical woman/ wife i went "if i die before u, u'll surely be happy rite? surely got new wife asap one. rite b? rite? b? b!"
obviously, i was not entertained.
anyway, i can never imagine the terrible loss if it's written for bobo to leave this world before i do. seriously, i can never imagine. never.
and my dearest sister came to my mind. you know who you are my darling kakak.
for every compliment i had received for being strong, i'd think that sister of mine deserves MORE.
for God has given her the greatest test a wife should ever receive.
the greatest fear every wife possesses.
my kakak sayang, you went through it ALL.
i forced bobo to stay up with me while he enjoys blistering his fingers playing PSP. he's right there now, talking to me, eyes (and fingers) glued on his white screen while i am busy typing this away. his voice right now, is like bees humming to me. hee....
ok, right now, is news on Warna. before this was Alleycat's song (i do not know the title) and Sudirman's Salam Terakhir. Touching songs man. damn touching.
the topic on air prior to the songs was about deceased spouse; how one would and should handle it. one of the callers, a man, reminisced his moments with his late wife.
he got me started. i teared. not so badly cos i was trying to finish up my exam paper, remember? but anyhoot, i teared. and bobo had to tease me. of course, being a typical woman/ wife i went "if i die before u, u'll surely be happy rite? surely got new wife asap one. rite b? rite? b? b!"
obviously, i was not entertained.
anyway, i can never imagine the terrible loss if it's written for bobo to leave this world before i do. seriously, i can never imagine. never.
and my dearest sister came to my mind. you know who you are my darling kakak.
for every compliment i had received for being strong, i'd think that sister of mine deserves MORE.
for God has given her the greatest test a wife should ever receive.
the greatest fear every wife possesses.
my kakak sayang, you went through it ALL.
Monday, June 23, 2008
~the countdown begins I~
my favourite boy hero since he was in primary three, will be graduating this year and being a foreign student (from Vietnam) he is 3 years older than his peers. Michael, has brought pride to his name for he has grown to be a very sensible boy. Even when other teachers claim he had been very rude, naughty and misbehaved many times since last year, I am glad to say, he still gives me that utmost respect. He still texts me at odd times. Calls me from end of the corridor just to raise his hand as a gesture of acknowledging me and greeting me with his cheeky smile and a short nod like bow.
Today, during recess, as I was doing my field duty, Michael saw me from one end of the field and walked as cool as he could...haha! teenagers!
"Cher...y cher?"
"y wat darling?" (yes, i call ALL pupils and some close colleagues 'darling'. that has been Ms Shikin's trademark :p)
"y u also wanna quit? cannot tahan ah cher?"
"no lah. it's not that. i wanna prove the world i can do more besides teach! haha!"
"hahaha! cher...actually hor, u should leh. u still so young and pretty must do other things mah. like miss liang rite?"
"really ahh? u find me pretty?"
"aiyahh..ok mah (boy blushes)"
"actually you're right darling. i'm still young. i must do other things."
"lucky u married leh. if not u teach until no one wants u. haha! eh cher, later next year, i come back, all faces i dunno liao.."
"i'm sure ur favourite teachers will still be here."
"but see, within 2 years, so many good teachers left liao. now you..aiyahh. cher dun forget me ok."
"i won't! and u must not forget me either ok."
"of course won't lah."
(at that point, tears were already welling and both teacher and student still maintaining their cool..hehe)
"btw, how did u know about my plans?"
"mr ho lor. he said i must try to make u stay cos he believes u're a good teacher and it's a waste. but hor, i think u are doing the right thing. so i came to wish you good luck."
(seriously, if Michael is not a 15 year old and hormones-raging, i would have brought him close to my chest and give him that tight tight hug.)
"i'll need ur wish again cos i'll still be here for a few more weeks."
"can. for sure one."
"and don't tell the others first ok."
"war lau cher if the others hear then they sure will spread one u know."
"haha! i'm counting on you ok."
"no problem cher."
(by then 2 of my p4 boys overheard our conversation and came running to me.)
"ms shikin, u're quitting?"
"no. says who?"
"but just now u said..."(bell rang....)
"let's go boys."
(ms shikin left the field with a big smile, teary eyes and an open heart.)
above, my P3s in 2005...all graduating this year.
:)
Today, during recess, as I was doing my field duty, Michael saw me from one end of the field and walked as cool as he could...haha! teenagers!
"Cher...y cher?"
"y wat darling?" (yes, i call ALL pupils and some close colleagues 'darling'. that has been Ms Shikin's trademark :p)
"y u also wanna quit? cannot tahan ah cher?"
"no lah. it's not that. i wanna prove the world i can do more besides teach! haha!"
"hahaha! cher...actually hor, u should leh. u still so young and pretty must do other things mah. like miss liang rite?"
"really ahh? u find me pretty?"
"aiyahh..ok mah (boy blushes)"
"actually you're right darling. i'm still young. i must do other things."
"lucky u married leh. if not u teach until no one wants u. haha! eh cher, later next year, i come back, all faces i dunno liao.."
"i'm sure ur favourite teachers will still be here."
"but see, within 2 years, so many good teachers left liao. now you..aiyahh. cher dun forget me ok."
"i won't! and u must not forget me either ok."
"of course won't lah."
(at that point, tears were already welling and both teacher and student still maintaining their cool..hehe)
"btw, how did u know about my plans?"
"mr ho lor. he said i must try to make u stay cos he believes u're a good teacher and it's a waste. but hor, i think u are doing the right thing. so i came to wish you good luck."
(seriously, if Michael is not a 15 year old and hormones-raging, i would have brought him close to my chest and give him that tight tight hug.)
"i'll need ur wish again cos i'll still be here for a few more weeks."
"can. for sure one."
"and don't tell the others first ok."
"war lau cher if the others hear then they sure will spread one u know."
"haha! i'm counting on you ok."
"no problem cher."
(by then 2 of my p4 boys overheard our conversation and came running to me.)
"ms shikin, u're quitting?"
"no. says who?"
"but just now u said..."(bell rang....)
"let's go boys."
(ms shikin left the field with a big smile, teary eyes and an open heart.)
above, my P3s in 2005...all graduating this year.
:)
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
~Ryan Ilhan~
as mentioned in the previous entry, i am very fair. that's why i'm back today with Ryan. :)
Ryan Ilhan Bin Mohammad Harisman, born with a muscle deformity, his legs were bow-legged.
the doctors told me not to worry as it was only a muscle strain, started with the way he positioned himself in the wound.
then again, people who tell you not to worry are either those who have not been through anything like that or they're just being nice.
so, i chose to worry.
therapy after therapy, i was glad and confident that he had been progressing really well.
just a month before he turned 11 months, he was discharged from the therapy. however, we knew we should never take it by our stride should he ever not start walking.
2 weeks before his first birthday, he started taking very cautious steps and managed to move from one end of the (small) living room unassisted. :)
it was a good start.
in fact, with the way he had been walking and running and attempting to jump nowadays, it was actually hard to remember him as a boy who was bow-legged and being foreseen as reaching that milestone really late.
his cuteness simply overwhelms me. that is why, i disagree when people say that you'll never love your children like your first born.
i love ryan the way i love marysa. they're both 2 different individuals although the lil one would wanna try mimic the big sister most of the time.
and though it's obvious that ryan takes a longer time than his sister to reach his developmental milestones (eg: marsya started talking at 10 months), i am proud to say that my baby boy is very clever. he hugs me when he sees me being 'bullied' by marsya. he will then 'scold' her and then tries to 'bully' me as well. hee.. cuteness i tell ya!
Ryan, he says 'bye' in the most gentle manner with that soft voice, you'll feel you do not want to be away from him.
Ryan, he waves to everyone and everything and gives flying kisses with a 'mmuua', you'll want to hug him soooo tight and never let go.
Ryan, he bites and the he hugs and then he bites again and hugs again, a repeated process which is making me crazy over him.
Ryan, he has learnt to dance to Inul's 'Dikocok-kocok' (i know! i know! :s ) and at the end of this line, "Ku tak mahu cintaku..dikocok-kocok" , he'll go, "AAAuu!"
aiyo....that last bit, is a freaking me out a lil.
whatever it is, i love my boy just like i love my girl. i love ryan like i love marsya.
and ryan, my baby boy, will always be my baby boy.
so, how can i not want 2 more?
Ryan Ilhan Bin Mohammad Harisman, born with a muscle deformity, his legs were bow-legged.
the doctors told me not to worry as it was only a muscle strain, started with the way he positioned himself in the wound.
then again, people who tell you not to worry are either those who have not been through anything like that or they're just being nice.
so, i chose to worry.
therapy after therapy, i was glad and confident that he had been progressing really well.
just a month before he turned 11 months, he was discharged from the therapy. however, we knew we should never take it by our stride should he ever not start walking.
2 weeks before his first birthday, he started taking very cautious steps and managed to move from one end of the (small) living room unassisted. :)
it was a good start.
in fact, with the way he had been walking and running and attempting to jump nowadays, it was actually hard to remember him as a boy who was bow-legged and being foreseen as reaching that milestone really late.
his cuteness simply overwhelms me. that is why, i disagree when people say that you'll never love your children like your first born.
i love ryan the way i love marysa. they're both 2 different individuals although the lil one would wanna try mimic the big sister most of the time.
and though it's obvious that ryan takes a longer time than his sister to reach his developmental milestones (eg: marsya started talking at 10 months), i am proud to say that my baby boy is very clever. he hugs me when he sees me being 'bullied' by marsya. he will then 'scold' her and then tries to 'bully' me as well. hee.. cuteness i tell ya!
Ryan, he says 'bye' in the most gentle manner with that soft voice, you'll feel you do not want to be away from him.
Ryan, he waves to everyone and everything and gives flying kisses with a 'mmuua', you'll want to hug him soooo tight and never let go.
Ryan, he bites and the he hugs and then he bites again and hugs again, a repeated process which is making me crazy over him.
Ryan, he has learnt to dance to Inul's 'Dikocok-kocok' (i know! i know! :s ) and at the end of this line, "Ku tak mahu cintaku..dikocok-kocok" , he'll go, "AAAuu!"
aiyo....that last bit, is a freaking me out a lil.
whatever it is, i love my boy just like i love my girl. i love ryan like i love marsya.
and ryan, my baby boy, will always be my baby boy.
so, how can i not want 2 more?
Friday, April 18, 2008
~my morning~
it's my turn to call in sick.
sick of the mounting work and it's not surprising that everyone's dropping like flies. anyway, i think that youghurt i had yesterday afternoon had caused me to go to the loo several times last night, resulted in lack of sleep. i overslept and tadaa...here i am, at home. heh. by the way, i had a great ARNOLD"S dinner with great peeps here, in my living room last night. :P
anyway, bobo and i encountered a night with the-paranoid-possesive-friend. and all i can say is, darl,
even lovers can be unfaithful towards one another. it's not surprising if friends ditch you for 'better' friends. that just goes to show what your friendship is made of. we're all adults now, surely you know how to select your friends, wisely?
i admit, i have become selective of my friends. i can be chatty and friendly but that doesn't mean anyone can be my friend. no no. i'm sure my friends know who they are. if they know me, they would. no questions about it.
bobo agrees with me and he is thankful that he is still close to his childhood playmates. though all are now married, most with kids, busy with career and other commitments, we (yes, even the wives and kids join in their gatherings..hee) still get to meet up occasionally, which explains the Vesak Day getaway which we are all waiting for. :) now, those, i call real friends. i mean bobo and his gay guy mates. guys certainly do not text each other, "miss u leh...when to meet" or "love u sista!" or "weyy.....so long never meet leh...when when?" heeee.....ladies....familliar? occasional texts like "tonight bola?" or "sunday bola?" or "besok kau gi bola?" (note the 'bola-s') are what trigger our male counterparts to meet up with their buds,to you know to do and watch what.
so, that sums up the conversation with bobo on friends this morning. a 10-minute walk from our place to his parents'. upon reaching, marsya was still sleeping as if she's the one who had worked till late last night. ryan, wanting to go out of the house to play. bobo and i took our breakfast, he left for work and i was supposed to go to the dr but on the way there, felt like visiting the loo again, so i came home to 'settle' it. and little did i know, i have so much to blog about.
(wahhh.... clap clap...this has got to be the lengthiest entry so far ey..)
anyway, as i was walking home, i saw many young children walking, holding hands with their mom/ dad/ gramps/ gran/ maid etc. all were heading to the kindergarten/ playgroup at my parents-in-law's block.
i still can't believe it's marsya's turn to start next year. i still can't believe she'll turn 3 end of this year. i am so proud of that daughter of mine. the vocabulary she uses nowadays, her ability to capture word-for-word, her observance, her curiosity. i wonder if the teacher will have a hard time handling her, that cheeky monkey of mine. that kakak-kakak..who is in love with princess and fairies recently. the big sister who looks out for her lil bro but complains abt him when she can't get her way. :) that's my girl.
ok, which reminds me, i have to go to the dr now and take this mc opportunity to settle marsya's registration by today.
tomorrow, or maybe later, hehe, will be back for another entry, this time on ryan. :)
i am very fair you know. :)
sick of the mounting work and it's not surprising that everyone's dropping like flies. anyway, i think that youghurt i had yesterday afternoon had caused me to go to the loo several times last night, resulted in lack of sleep. i overslept and tadaa...here i am, at home. heh. by the way, i had a great ARNOLD"S dinner with great peeps here, in my living room last night. :P
anyway, bobo and i encountered a night with the-paranoid-possesive-friend. and all i can say is, darl,
even lovers can be unfaithful towards one another. it's not surprising if friends ditch you for 'better' friends. that just goes to show what your friendship is made of. we're all adults now, surely you know how to select your friends, wisely?
i admit, i have become selective of my friends. i can be chatty and friendly but that doesn't mean anyone can be my friend. no no. i'm sure my friends know who they are. if they know me, they would. no questions about it.
bobo agrees with me and he is thankful that he is still close to his childhood playmates. though all are now married, most with kids, busy with career and other commitments, we (yes, even the wives and kids join in their gatherings..hee) still get to meet up occasionally, which explains the Vesak Day getaway which we are all waiting for. :) now, those, i call real friends. i mean bobo and his gay guy mates. guys certainly do not text each other, "miss u leh...when to meet" or "love u sista!" or "weyy.....so long never meet leh...when when?" heeee.....ladies....familliar? occasional texts like "tonight bola?" or "sunday bola?" or "besok kau gi bola?" (note the 'bola-s') are what trigger our male counterparts to meet up with their buds,to you know to do and watch what.
so, that sums up the conversation with bobo on friends this morning. a 10-minute walk from our place to his parents'. upon reaching, marsya was still sleeping as if she's the one who had worked till late last night. ryan, wanting to go out of the house to play. bobo and i took our breakfast, he left for work and i was supposed to go to the dr but on the way there, felt like visiting the loo again, so i came home to 'settle' it. and little did i know, i have so much to blog about.
(wahhh.... clap clap...this has got to be the lengthiest entry so far ey..)
anyway, as i was walking home, i saw many young children walking, holding hands with their mom/ dad/ gramps/ gran/ maid etc. all were heading to the kindergarten/ playgroup at my parents-in-law's block.
i still can't believe it's marsya's turn to start next year. i still can't believe she'll turn 3 end of this year. i am so proud of that daughter of mine. the vocabulary she uses nowadays, her ability to capture word-for-word, her observance, her curiosity. i wonder if the teacher will have a hard time handling her, that cheeky monkey of mine. that kakak-kakak..who is in love with princess and fairies recently. the big sister who looks out for her lil bro but complains abt him when she can't get her way. :) that's my girl.
ok, which reminds me, i have to go to the dr now and take this mc opportunity to settle marsya's registration by today.
tomorrow, or maybe later, hehe, will be back for another entry, this time on ryan. :)
i am very fair you know. :)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
~Arash Muhamad~
Though you return to him at a time too soon,
We're glad that you'll be at the doors of heaven,
calling, waiting, for your mum, your dad.
Though our eyes had never met,
I could vision you as the perfect baby,
the perfect one, the special one.
You're back with HIM now.
But your existence, though for a short while, shall forever be remembered, lil one.
Darlings, let's all remember Arash Muhamad in our prayers. The precious who survived barely five months in his mother's womb. The first heir of my dearest friends, Azlin and Ridwan.
Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat.
Amin.
We're glad that you'll be at the doors of heaven,
calling, waiting, for your mum, your dad.
Though our eyes had never met,
I could vision you as the perfect baby,
the perfect one, the special one.
You're back with HIM now.
But your existence, though for a short while, shall forever be remembered, lil one.
Darlings, let's all remember Arash Muhamad in our prayers. The precious who survived barely five months in his mother's womb. The first heir of my dearest friends, Azlin and Ridwan.
Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat.
Amin.
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