Oh My English (much) !


English is my first language, anytime of the day. 

but that doesn't mean that i'm kicking my Malay language as faaaaaaaaaaaaaar away as i can. nonono! it's just that i've been talking in English since i was small and it kinds of absorb itself in me. but since i don't want anyone to think i'm sidetracking my half-roots (since my ancestors varies in terms of race), i do my best to practice the best Bahasa Melayu when i speak. seriously, like, the best Malay language because in my opinion, if i wanted to speak a certain language, might as well i portray the beauty of the language, isn't it? so i don't do curses or ruining the Malay word by spelling it wrongly.

example : kita -----> kitewwwwwww *duckface*
geddit? 

i believe that what we say portrays the level of education and quality of environment that we live in. surely if we go around shouting curses people would think that we came from a bad environment because a good person don't curse so freely, regardless whether in real life or in the net. so yeahhh i can say my language usage is more towards plain and careful with a bit of restrain in everything so as not to provoke people. (something the Malay would label as 'skema'.) i guess if i can't speak anything good or morally encouraging, i should better be off keeping quiet rather than offend people with what i'm saying. 

because........it is not an easy task to take care of everyone's feeling. seriously. 
and our tongue can turn out to be so sharp we could actually skin people aliveeeeee. 

my weakness is that i am not a good person when i'm angry. i'll turn into a devil, even in my silent attempt at controlling my anger. if i were to have my way with my anger, a lot of people might be dead by now. i guess a Bugis is a Bugis, hot temper and stubborn. so if i am angry, i will not speak Malay but i will speak English instead. because i think the kind of curse that we have in Malay language is too harsh. if it's in English, i can at least say something funny like butterfly over my head! monkey's lipstick! tortoise beard! which is kind of funny and it doesn't sound harsh at all. moreover, in a way it helps reduce my anger and i'll be calm immediately.but of course, there's no denial that the best word that a Muslim should say when angry is zikrullah. :)

i don't think i have to prove to anyone about my standard of Malay language because i've proven it in my SPM cert and daily life. i try my best to say only the good words and compliment more instead of bashing because human nature being what it is, we don't like bad things thrown in our face, right? but of course, i don't have any problem conversing in Malay with anyone. when i'm discussing ideas, i'd like to say i will blurt out all those baku Malay sentences impromptu. some of the person that i respect a lot also use the baku Malay like my pal Syukri Sapuan, sis Najwa and Syahirah. these are thinking people and i greatly admire how their brain works because seriously, their knowledge is obviously portrayed in the way they deliver their ideas through oral presentation a.k.a speaking. 

aren't i blessed?

however, speaking English like a bullet train does not make me a lesser Malay. i still enjoy eating rice with hand, still know the importance of respecting elders and culture. although i prefer western food with lesser kuah, i'd finish a whole pot of my mother's cooking thee heeee. speaking English does not make you a lesser Malay. it's good that we have the intention to uphold our Malay language but if we still speak rojak Malay, how can we elevate our Malay language? thoughts to ponder hmmmm.

if anyone try to be irritating saying things like 'why don't you speak in your mother tongue?', 'you must be some kind of mat saleh wannabe speaking English, aren't you?', 'ek elehh kerek la kau cakap omputih pulak' and yadda yadda yadda, i would smile amusingly at them. i mean, surely most of the people that says those mean thing is people who aren't really fluent in English, isn't it? instead of improving themselves, they choose to be a frog and annoy other people. 

well excuse me, i'd speak English all i want because i'm used to it. if my Mandarin is superb, i'd rant in Mandarin too. when you have acquire a second language, it's not wrong to use the language in your daily life. back then when i was a child i was literally hooked on the Thai drama that was aired every evening at 4.30 pm. i was so into Thai dramas that i started picking up the language. when my father saw this, he started getting interested too and surprise, surprise, my father's spoken Thai is waaaaay better than me. i could only remember the basic now. my father can have a conversation in Thai anytime he wants! yay for dad! mind you he learn Thai all on his own by watching Thai drama,  buying beginner's introduction to Thai and he even practice writing in Thai plus teaching my younger sister how to write Thai too! gosh, my father is a superhero!

growing up in a family with nothing much on our back except education, we never let ourselves succumb to the skeptical judgmental attitude of the majority of Malaysian. i know i am good in English. therefore i strive hard to achieve whatever certificate exist in English since back in primary school. of course, my teachers were extremely encouraging and supportive so yeahh i kind of sweep clean all the English competition in school hahaha. story telling, choir, essay writing, drama, i join them all. but that doesn't stop there. i join all the malay categories too! i am a possessive, selfish, power-hungry person, ehem. 

one of the best compliment that i get was from my secondary school teacher, Madam Rashidah. she remarks that my essay for mid sem is waaaay too mature for a school-goer. all because i add in some bad elements of romance in my essay and ended the story in a tragic way where the girl was burn in a Porsche, leaving her with a jagged face and paralyzed body . i tell you what, teenagers are very good at this kind of thing. the thing is, they are not brave enough to put it in writing. i think it is important to write stories that could excite the audience and make them want more so there you go, Madam Rashidah! *peace*

the vital thing is, speak whatever language that you want, if it make you feel good. English is sure as heck important in this modern time because everything is literally in English. so, learn English and be very good at it so that when you travel to foreign country like Europe, you won't have to be so embarrassed when you ask for direction or wanted to start a conversation with the western people. they encourage you to speak English, actually. besides, your parents will be so proud of you can speak another language fluently. i think every parents want us to be a better generation than them so they never hesitate in ensuring we get the best education available. go thank and hug your parents! 

remember, just because someone speak English very good, it doesn't mean they are a lesser patriotic product of their race. i'm an English mumbler but i do love my roots more than anything else. i love my country but not the politician obviously. of course, there will be some influences that you will received from the English culture but that's part and parcel of the language. the culture of the native speaker will be indirectly assimilate in the language itself. when you speak English, you will undeniably at some point follow the Englishman manner of speaking and intonation. the same rules apply to other languages so there's no harm in drinking tea and eating cereals, seriously. nasi lemak contain lots of coconut milk which is not really good for our body. we should take only the good aspects in everything and try our best to avoid the bad influences. i am a future English teacher, insyaAllah, but i don't have any problem teaching Islamic studies or Bahasa Melayu because i live in a home where education is vital and we should not be an empty can. well, can't say the same about math though.  geez i despise math. 

i could go on and on and on conveying my thoughts on English but i think this post is long enough and i am sure whoever read this blog (either by chance or by deliberation) gets the idea of what i wanted to convey.

keep calm, speak English and eat nasi lemak yehaaaa! 
toodles. 

Pray.


in the light of happiness and gratefulness, there is sorrow which goes with no description.

i am 21 years old today. an age where so many things starts in life. this is the age where my maturity starts growing, hoping it will end with some sweet serendipity to my living memories. or this could be the age where darkness prevail upon me.

today i am twenty-one years old. an adult. responsible for my own actions and decisions. it's time to think seriously about the future. to start planning the reality despite all the morbid dreamy fog that hang in silent shadows around me. it's time to think of where i will be working, how i will live, what kind of teacher that i wanted to be, what can i give back to the society, when can i buy my own car and house, when to take marriage seriously, how many kids, how to care for my aging parents if i'm stranded at the other end of the world, which friends to keep, which people to avoid, etc. 

but it is not only about me, wholly. 

there is a great sadness filling the air at the moment. out there, people all over the world are still struggling with poverty, discrimination, social maladies, diseases, starvation, oppression, starvation. yet here i am, sitting in this acceptably peaceful country  thinking about mundane everyday problems and trivialities. it goes back to our core self. who we are as an individual. who i am as an individual.

today, i turn twenty-one years old. 
still free to do what i want, free to dream, free to chase my ambition.

yet today,
MH370 barely give us any chance to hold back our tears and sympathy.

yet today, too,
529 supporters of Morsi are sentenced to death in Egypt.

often, we take lightly of things which happens far from our sight. we heard about them, we sympathized, we pray for a moment or two, and then we continue our daily routine. 

in order for life to triumph, death must resides. 

it is in death that we find our final justification for the life that we lived.

in the light of this impending tragedy, let us push aside our political obsession, our sweeping statements, our religious judgment, our discrimination, and all the typicality that live within us to bow our head in silent and pray for the well being of each and every individual that we know, we come to care and love, we respect, we appreciate, we met by chance, we grow closer to, and we stay away from.

and above all, let's pray for ourselves. sincerely.

Fifth Day of PBS : Twinkle Twinkle Little Star


today is my final day in SK Seri Beroleh and i'm sooooo saaaaaaaaaaad because i really loves going to school and be in the company of the children. today is the last day. hmmmm.

well, this morning i entered 1F to help relief for Puan Latipah and it was so great!i taught them the song Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, with some action. actually it was the same action that i taught my 3M when i entered their class for the lesson but i think it's okay to use it again since the year one munchkins are an energetic lots (according to Pn Latipah).

at first i discuss a bit about family since they were on that topic according to their syllabus but due to some....errr...awkward moment which i'm afraid might turns sensitive, i decided to change the activity. so there we were, singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star! the kids love the song so much they quickly absorb whatever action it taught them and they sing at the top of their voice. too bad i didn't record them singing. (my biggest regret, really) but all in all, i love them so much! all the chubby cheeks flush when they finished singing. you can see that they really enjoyed themselves.

soon, Puan Latipah entered the class from the back door. when she look at the obedient class, she said that i had good class control. i was so grateful for her comment because it served as a motivation for me. well, the main reason was because i am forever insecure with my own voice since i have a low and soft voice so it will be difficult to control the class if i can't speak out loud. i learn how to project out my voice from Ati. it's something about using the voice from the stomach rather than the nose. (which means i don't get a gist of it ahaha)

i'm so thankful because my last day ends with a blast and song!
hopefully, i manage to leave a good impression on the students.
well, till we meet again, SK Seri Beroleh.

Fourth Day of PBS : Observing Observant


nothing much happened today except another long day hanging out at the SAL room with the teachers and friends. and that's it. went into class with Awa and Aty cuz we're gonna record Awa's lesson and that's it. not much, seriously. 

so i spent my day observing the people around me and i think i manage to decipher some good habits and some bad habits that i might have to bear in mind once i go for my practicum next year. although people will say that English teachers are literally lions and tigers in class, i beg to differ. i don't think that being fierce and loud is the only way to teach children. well, at least i don't think i wanted to be the kind of teacher whom the students will refer to as lions and tigers. besides, i don't have the lion voice so that's why. 

there are some bratty kids in class, of course, but if we handle them using the right way, they will follow our instructions and won't really trouble us much. well, primary school children are at their hectic level and they can't really tone down their energy, don't they? so teachers should manipulate their energetic endevour in a different way. perhaps, ask the little Trojans to be the leader, or the helper when distributing something and at the same thing teach them how to uphold good manners, how to talk politely to their peers, how to converse with other people so that they can be free to run around energetically but will also be doing it in a beautiful manner. it is not impossible, really. teachers need to be patient and dedicated to the children, that's all. 




one thing that i always tell myself is that teaching comes from the heart. if i don't have the heart to be a teacher, if i don't have the heart to love the student, if i don't have the heart to inspire rather than critic the student, than i might as well stop now before i let those beautiful children and their potential turn to ruins at the mercy of my hand. 

when i'm in school, i am a teacher.

Third Day of PBS : They call me Teacher! :D


today is the big day yippi yay yay! 

i entered 3 Makwa at 11.30 am for their English period, in which, i will be carrying out my lesson. 
i was overwhelmed with emotions when i entered the class. i was extremely excited to teach but at the same time i was also a bit nervous because this will be my first full-length teaching session! 

the lesson was very good and enjoyable since the children cooperate well with me and we were able to carry out our Reading Theater activity smoothly. the students were very good and well-behaved so i don't think i have anything to complain, really. i enjoy the one hour i spent with the children. they were able to perform the reading theater activity despite such short time. well, due to time constrict, i would like to express my deepest gratitude for their hard work. they did well! my favourite moment in the class was during the closure activity where we sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star together with some action. i was so happy when the children were capable of following my instructions eagerly.

although i had my doubts at first because my voice was too low and soft, i'm afraid i can't speak out loud. besides, my voice has been my biggest problem since, like, forever! Alhamdulillah, i think i manage fine and i was so happy with my own achievement. at least, my class control was satisfactory if not great. they did not cause any trouble at all. this made me become so much more motivated to be a good teacher in the future. 

one of the thing that i couldn't stop smiling when i recalled back was that the student greet me with 'Good Morning Puan Fatehah' instead of Miss Fatehah. guess i have the mother look, aye? or is it because of my big hijab? ahahah anywhich, i'm happy entering their class. 

somehow, i'm a bit sad because it was the third day. i mean, time sure passed by fast when you're having fun, isn't it? i like the school a lot. the English teachers were very friendly and jovial, despite some jaw breaking moment being given the pep talk on how to be a good teacher ahahah but all is well. 

i keep replaying the video of my lesson which Ati recorded. i still can't believe that it was me in the video, teaching the children English. me, with my big flying blue hijab in front of the class teaching them. it was me. 

i was the teacher.
can anything be more beautiful? sobs.


Second day of PBS : Rewards galore


second day went on smoothly. 
i entered 5K for one period of relief class but somehow i found myself taking relief for two periods. the first period i taught the kids Pendidikan Agama Islam. my my my, it has been so long since i last wrote Jawi but i did well because the kids can understand my writings and they understand the lesson well. bright kids sure won't be so hard to handle. i taught them Adab Menolong Ibu Bapa and they were very responsive and energetic in class. (or is it because i am a new teacher in their eyes? lol) then i continued to stay for another period of Kemahiran Hidup. so i decided to make a spelling test and they enjoyed the activity well. overall, the class was very good and responsive; just the kind of student that i like despite their enthusiastic spirit. 

nothing much happened in school except the fact that it rains on and on and nothing can make me feel so grateful other than a chance of not smelling the hazy smoke. the three of us spend most of our time in the ASL class (where the English teachers lepak all day long) and listened to the teachers sharing stories and tips on teaching. the teachers were so friendly i feel at home with them. well, except for one teacher who is not an English teacher but keep on kepoh-ing in the room and flirting and hinting. luckily we were three yakuza here we didn't even smile when the teacher made those remarks. he should be spank with a big ruler hard on the back to teach some manners. especially in front of girls.

after school we went to DIY and bought all sorts of things for our lesson and i bought some stuff for the kids as a token. well, rewards actually because i promised the 5K if they can work hard on their spelling, i'll give them something. and i just can't believe how cheap the stuff at DIY shop, it made me grab whatever i want ahahahah so typical me don't know how to buy cheap stuff. but then Kak Awa taught me already so i think i can manage better in the future. meow. 

finished preparing all my teaching aids for the activity tomorrow. hopefully things will turns out okay and i pray the kids will cooperate with me because i sure don't want Puan Hawa to see my classroom goes chaotic and bang bang boom because for sure i will get zero for classroom control ahahah i don't have my hopes high when it comes to her subject. 

somehow, tomorrow is going to be the third day in school and soon this PBS will end. it makes me feel sad to leave because i really, really, really loveeee school! things are so good in school i wish i am a teacher now, teaching the kids in classes and working with the other teachers. my teacher spirit surface once i'm in school because the environment is very supportive and positive for me. unlike some places which, in all sense in the world, demotivate me like a rust. 

it's torturing, really, staying in a place that you have fallen out of love with. i wish i can do something to make me love Iptho again but due to some circumstances,everything has change and i can't recall back the spirit that i once had for Iptho. why must some people take my happiness away from me? sigh. 

big day tomorrow,
pipe down everyone. 

First Day of PBS : Do you remember me?


the first day at school was okay although i feel quite bored due to lack of things to do other than entering for a relief class once and enjoying a super cheap meal at the canteen hahaha. the rest of the time was spent in the English room with the English teachers. well, it was great hearing their advice and ideas and comments about so many things.

then it started to rain when i entered 5F for a one period of relief. Alhamdulillah finally it's raining! one of the studetn came to me and started a conversation :

Student : cikgu, cikgu dari maktab batu pahat eh?
me        : yes, i am. *kengkonon tesl bha ha ha ha*
student : cikgu ade pergi hari Japim kat maktab tak?
me       : ada, ada. kenapa ya? *yes, full baku*
student : cikgu ingat saya tak? saya nampak cikgu kat hari Japim tuuu. *smiling wide*
me       : alamak cikgu tak ingat la.. sorii.. tapi kan mase tu cikgu tak kenal awak lagi...
student : ha'ah. tapi saya ingat cikgu. hee

smack right on the face.

it goes to say that a child can remember very well when they choose to do so. so as a teacher, we should manipulate that skill to help them in their study. nevertheless, i feel so touched when the student remember me, who was, at the time, a mere nobody at all.

the canteen was so good, i ate a lot but only have to pay RM2.60. like, so freaking cheap! i feel like i wanted to tapau the food tomorrow hahaha! after school we went to BP Mall for lunch and i have the feeling that this will be our routine for this five days.

i like the English teachers at the school. they were very interactive and friendly, helping us indirectly with their wit and sarcasm but hey, i like them a lot! they work hard for the classes, making the children enjoy learning. in regards to our assignment, i'll be entering the 3M on Tuesday and there's a lot of modification that i need to do with my lesson plan before i enter the class. somehow now i feel kind of insecure to carry out my activity but in the spirit of #TeacherCanDoEverything , i will work hard to carry out my lesson plan!

so, school tomorrow, fellas! :D
toodles~

I think i should say hi.


i'm going for my school based experience next week and this time i'll be doing it here, in Batu Pahat, with my girlfriends, Ati and Awa, at SK Seri Beroleh. although at this moment we're still a bit blurry about the location of this school, i'm sure we'll do just fine later on hahaha. gonna check out the school on Saturday so hopefully it won't be that difficult for us. 

on the other hand, i've done with submitting three out of five assignments and it was a huge relief after we let these assignments off our hands! i was literally a zombie few days ago, especially yesterday, due to these assignments. although i started a bit earlier, there's still some editing that need to be done up until the last minute, not to mention bracing assignments with hectic classes like asdfghjkl. thank God i manage to submit the assignments on time. big thanks to my groupmate for their help and support. Awa turns into the Oprah for our group because we were practically zombie and we need some brains ahahaha. 

right now i'm gonna enjoy one full week of having the room to myself and faster wifi connection (hopefully) since the majority of the third semester student rush back tot heir respective hometowns for their SBE. after this SBE, i'll be home for about a week, which, will be filled with house chores and  another two assignments and reports to be clear off by the time the holiday ends. so, yeahhh jia you Oddblogger! 

i'm currently brushing up my Mandarin again because i kinda miss the language. i think being able to understand but incapable of responding back is kind of...lame... for a vain person like me. *kill me haha* besides, it would be extremely useful for me once i go to SJKC later in the future. i will understand if anyone is backbiting me so i can bite their heads off right at that moment ahahah. although i do understand all the bad words, for now, i still think i need to brush up my knowledge hehehe.

life is good and i couldn't wish for anything else other than a good dose of patient for myself. some people said i have a cold heart due to my extravagance exclamation of hyper vanity and constant expressionless face but i would justify that i do not have a cold heart. however, i have a strong heart. that makes a huge difference if you know what i mean. i know i am an expressionless robot but if you talk to me, i don't have any problem to enjoy the conversation and smile and laugh and eat with you. it's just that, i prefer to be silent and observe and listen. because talking requires energy and nowadays the hot weather is killing my dry skin so i need to save up my energy hewhewhew. 

with the recent tragedy that befall upon our country, i would like to ask whoever is reading my blog right at this moment to be mature, keep calm and pray for the safety of everyone on board the flight MH370. trust in God to help each and everyone of us in the face of this test. furthermore, it's quite hazy nowadays and the sun is scorching hot so please drink lots of water to avoid dehydration and please take good care of your health by eating healthy food and stays positive every single day. if our mind is strong, our body will follow suit. 

keep the people that you care for closer in your prayer. 
keep calm and stay strong. 

tcha. 

burning under the sun, time and again.


our track and field tournament ended few days ago but due to the hyper level of laziness that developed among my fingers, only now i have the spirit to blog about it. amidst mountains of assignments too yahahah. 

well, the first day was pretty much smooth because we only had cross country and i am so proud of myself for not fainting although i feel like dying because my ankle meragam again ahahah. i love running but since my ankle turns problematic, i can't run like how i used to. i think you can feel me right? to be unable to do something that you love is so frustrating. i went to the hospital a few days ago and the doctor kinda nag at me because of my tualang high level of stubbornness. he went "dah tau sakit buat apa lari lagi? nak kaki you patah ke? ini ankle kena jaga betul-betul nanti nak pregnant susah kalau tak kuat. bla bla bla'. lolz suddenly gets into pregnant pulak ahahaha. so he gave me some medication cream to ease the pain, of which of course with all due respect, i did not touch.anyway, after the cross country, we had our final rehearsal for the opening and closing ceremony of the tournament and yezzaaa we suffer the wrath of the heat! 

it was ridiculously hot in the afternoon. worse in the evening. i pity those who had to stand under the sun because even though i was sitting nearby the astaka, i feel like a suffocating panda. too hot liao! so the first day passed. 

the second day was a big day for me because i was the Master of Ceremony together with my buddy Ashrafuqal, or as i prefer calling him, Ash/Ashton, and we were like noobs there ahahah. we were supposed to have scripts and all but sometimes things don't work out the way that we want so there we were, writing and editing out scripts on our own at the podium ahahah. we made so many mistakes but by the grace of God, the lecturers helped us through it all successfully. so a big thanks to Tuan Haji Jamal Mohd Nasir and Mr Raof for all the help that they gave to us. really, i feel like giving them a big hamper for all the help they gave to us. since i am the trainee MC for this KTP, i think i learn so much in such a short time. i think i will be better next year when the time came for me to do my job as the MC AJK. Ashton went " you pelapis this year so next year you incharge of MC lah. good luck lah." i turned into a stone. 

overall it was okay lahh because i did enjoy my time up there and i get the best view of the field, not to mention feeling so like a marshal using the walkie-talkie getting the cue from the people at the field hahaha really feel blessed! and Ashton was so helpful and encouraging as my MC partner, as well as Constance who's been supporting me to grab this opportunity and gain something beneficial for myself. although i can no longer run or stand too long under the sun, at least i can help in some small part here and there instead of sitting on the bench with nothing to do. that would be crappy.

the third day was better because i was only the back up MC. poor Constance have to MC alone due to some 'attitude mismanagement' from some people. it was so good of Ash to help her MC that day. i did my best to help especially in terms of the text because i don't want the lecturers to remarks on the text again. once snap twice shut, people. everything went well, my house, The Green Lantern (which is obviously green) takes all the number twos in the KTP this time. oh, before i forgot, our theme this year is Adiwira (superheroes) and there were Green Lantern (green), Captain America (blue), Ironman (red), and Wolverine (yellow) so the mascots are truly eye-catching and dressed up accordingly. the Wolverine have a superbike, Captain America is accompanied by his enemy, Red, which is the coolest mascot ever (in my opinion).

now i'm toying with the idea of searching for the trainee MC for next year.

congratulation to the semester five senior for doing a good job for this KTP. hopefully when the time comes for my batch to handle the tournament, we can do our best and feel the satisfaction from the success. insyaAllah. 

found out one of my friendly lecturer read my blog and gain something from this blog. i feel so, like, thank you Allah thank you thank you thank you! seriously i blog for the love of  blogging and have no intention whatsoever to be taken seriously because this blog is totally randommmmm. 

Alhamdulillah.