aku bangga, aku no hal

Kata kebanyakan orang, bodohnya aku sbb lepaskan skolar mara bioteknologi. orang berkerut bila dpt tahu aku hanya 'semata-mata' masuk maktab perguruan.

Org kata,

"Ayah engineer, anak jd cikgu?"

Org kata,

"Oh.. kat mana sekarang? maktab perguruan?" Senyap.

Org kata,

"Kau relax la.. kau buat course cikgu je.."

 Cuma satu dua yg tersenyum bangga, cuma satu dua yg menepuk belakang aku, yg kata betul jln yg aku pilih.

Yela, aku akui la kan. Aku sendiri tak pernah tercetus dlm minda aku yg aku bakal jd cikgu. Bak kata org ramai, HA! KAU NAK JD CIKGU?

Sumpah aku ckp, antara bioteknologi dengan course tesl ni, aku menggaru-garu kepala smpi satu bulan. Pening. Dari segi norma, aku yg'science-stream' ni patotlah meneruskan subject sains juga. Dan aku tidak pernah seumur hidop mau jadi cikgu. dan bioteknologi, wah! satu bidng baru yg masih kabur2, tp membangun! Peluang cerah! majukan negara! Ke oversea 4 tahun!semua org mnepuk2 aku "ambilla biotek~~~"

Tp aku pilih tesl.

Jgn tanya aku. aku tak tau kenapa. entah. kosong. adekah ini dikatakan rmi sbgi 'intuisi liar'?

na, na, bete. jgn tanya aku. 

bukan aku buat satu pengorbanan besar. aku tertanya2, betul ke ape yg aku buat ni? dua minggu aku daftar, aku menyesal GILE. serius. tiap hari aku rse confused. betul ke pe aku pilih ni?

aku tak malu utk mengaku, aku sendiri malu mula2 utk ckp kt org course ape aku amek. maklumlah, anak'org2 len' dn kwn2 aku semuanya amik medic, engineering, akauntan, sains aktuari, n other things. 

hahaha.

habis nape aku amik cikgu? aku x habis2 terfikir,kalau la aku ambk biotek... mesti ini... mesti itu...

aku pernah dengr mak aku ckp " frustnye anak xde sorg amik doktor. yg atas semua engineer dah".

hancur lebur hati aku. dan aku juga perasan, bila org bercerita, perkataan 'maktab peguruan' dn perkataan'je' itu sudah sebati. cthnya,

"girlfren dia (ps, cte ni xde kne mengena ngan aku eh) tu kurg cerdik.masuk pon maktab perguruan je."

dan aku juga perasan, bile org tanya aku belajar kat mane, aku nak mnjwb maktab perguruan, mak aku segera mencelah, dia buat foundation je kat sane.. nnti fly ke australia..

mle2 aku sndiri rse slh pilih jln. lame2 aku nyampah. ape hinanya cikgu? org loser je ke yg msuk mktb perguruan? Tahukah korg, ade je student kt cni yg dpt straight A1, 10 A1. dn org pasti akn tanye die "dh tu nape kau masuk cni?"

wah.

tu dia.. org kene reject U je kot msk mktb perguruan ni.Org yg kurg cerdik kot. Ya, aku akui. Bukan semua masuk ni ikhlas nk jd cikgu.ade yg mmg no choice. ade yg knepaksa mak. dan pasal course aku la, ade yg masuk semata2 nak g overc. (ni satu lagi aku xphm.sanggup tnggal cte2 asal tu...)

Tp aku sgt kagum org ygmasuk cni dgn niat " ya,aku mmg nak jd cikgu".sbb kita dpt tgk cikgu yg sememangnya cikgu tulen ini selalunya kreatif, bersungguh2, dan semangat. berkaliber. puyoo. ade lagi hebat laa dr kwn2 aku yg blaja benda hebat tu (haha~ jgn terasa. bukan semua).  lagihebat la dr aku yg kononya blaja kt mrsm bitara nih. 

jgn pndg rendah pd org ygresult spm biasa. itu first thing aku blaja kt cni. sbb hidup, bukan ditentukan bedasarkan brape byk kite bce buku. hidup ade byk lg skill dn bakat yg perlu ade. kite xblaja cara nak berkomunikasi dalam buku teks.kite x blaja cra buat org ketawa dlm buku kurikulum. kte xblaja norma dn cara menilai keikhlasan dlm buku latihan. sbb ini hidup. hidup itu luas. bile kite dlm hidup, degree kita, pekerjaan kita, sikit sgt la. 

aku blaja kt mktb ni ygmanusia ad byk jenis. aku blaja yg bakat tak boleh ditiru. aku belaja tgk keihlasan seseorang dlm sesuatu. aku blajar mix dgn non-muslims.dn yg pling pnting, aku blajar utk tidak menilai seseorg bdasarkan slip result,atau course. sbb in the end,

sungguh pon aku msih blom whole-heartedly dn semangat gle nak jd cikgu, aku tahu yg aku tak buat pilihan salah.  aku belajar byk bnda baru (bukan dr segi akademik sj). I see the world through another point of view. dan aku berasa sgt seronok sbb aku tidak lagi malu dgn course aku dan aku hanya 'semata-mata' pelajar maktab perguruan. aku x kata aku dh btol2 berjiwa gurusejati. aku masih cube utk blaja dn mengutip ilmu utk jd cikgu yg baik.aku masih belajar utk mencintai bakal profesyen aku.

dn aku tak malu utk mengatakan,

AKU BANGGA MENJADI GURU.

Wan Hanis Arisya

The next day I went to the hospital and was able to give a closer look, sine the baby was now in the room with the mother.

She's real cute!! My first niece, my parents first grandchild. I'm the youngest, so I never really feel what its like to have a newcomer in the house.

It was nice.
She's so adorable.
So tiny.
So pure.

and she sleeps all the time. (inherited that from me, i guess.)

but i told ya didn't i?
i am not the kid's friendly type.
never ever.

i wonder what kind of aunt i will be?

My dove, My Baby Love

Monday 28/04/2008

My pregnant sis-in-law, kak aida was due on 12.05. But due to her high blood pressure, the doctor advised her to be 'induced' (the way I heard it). This morning me and umi went to the hospital and waited in her room (312). The will-be mother was in the labor room.
We waited.
Ok, things got a little bored, so me and umi walked to Ampang Point having one of those, you know, girlie times? sounds weird.

Umi got a call from my oldest bro, abang, and we scuttled back to the hospital. It was afalse alarm though. The baby was supposed to be matured (the way i heard it, with some doubts. Even a 16-year old can be quite immature, how could this niece of mine...oh, never mind) but looked like the baby wasn't very keen to see the world.

The water broke at about 3pm. Kak aida's temperature started to rise.She had to be given the epidural. She was suposed to give birth hours ago!

So the doctor decided to operate her. Caesars.

You know how in the movies the concerned relatives all wait anxiously outside the surgery room, and when the doctor came out, everyone surrounded the doctor, sent the doctor suffocated, asking how's my baby was, or how's my wife was, or how's my sister was, and everything?

It wasn't quite like that.

We waited in a room with a TV (Impak Maksima, starring Fasha Sandha and Awal Ashaari), and a nurse asked abang if he wanted to come inside and watch, and he wore this green uniform and a scrub, looked very cool and went inside. and the grown-ups talked about how the weather was shih shah shih shah. and the kids (kak aida's nieces and nephews) hoo haa n hoo haa. Yiyi and Imie sat talking, watching Impak Maksima. Me sat silently reading a Jeffrey Archer.

There was this cute little boy, aged two I think, called Muszaphar (or so I heard), kept playing near me. since I wasn't really err.. kids-friendly, I just smiled, and continued the reading. My brother Imie played with him. And they got real closed. He had a gift with kids.

Suddenly the door opened. My brother got out. Everyone just stared (no rushing). He said she was okay. The baby was okay. and we all rushed back to third floor, to see the baby. We could only watched the baby from outside the room with a big glass window. She was so tiny!
The nurses gave her a bath.

And Imie held Muszaphar up and pointed at the baby. he whispered in an sad-mocked voice.
"Tengok tu.. dah ada baby.. Apar dah x comel dah.."
Muszaphar's sister continued "yelah.. apar dh xglamer dah.."
The toodler's face was so funny! He looked so gob smacked and kinda blurred and you know, terlopong.

Imie continued " lepas ni kalau orang tanya, mana baby?? Apar dah x boleh angkat tgn dah.. org x tgk apar dah... " His voice was really gloomy and conspiratorial as he added a very slow and deliberate whisper.
"Booooooo..."

I coudnt stop laughing.

corrections! though...

Let me clarify first.
Not ALL chick lits or novels are like that. Seriously. You guys might read my previous post and say 'she's so shallow. I read a lot of books and only few have characters like that.'

Duh.

annoying, but addicting

CHICK-LITS EXAM

Define a hero-

1. amazingly good-looking
2. smells very sexily, thanks to the brilliant shampoo, plus the expensive and high-taste aftershave
3. owns a multi-billion company
4. born an extraordinary dancer (name it- tango, waltz, whatever)
   
5. charming (both in actions and words)
   
6. have a natural gift and ample sense in dressing style
   
7. somehow very caring, passionate, loyal
8. sensible
9. knows the exact thing to say in a dire situation
10. sweet
11. perfect
    

Define a heroine-

1. pretty (or beautiful, or cute, whatever in league)
   
2. have a great sense of humor
   
3. not necessarily successful
   
4. warm
5. caring
6. lovely
7. whaddaya call 'klam kabut'?
8. able to somehow 'fill an empty space inside the Macho Hero's heart'
9. make us laugh with a bang
   
10. special
11. lucky

NOVEL MELAYU EXAM

Terangkan apakah itu hero-

1. Lelaki kacak tapi kdg2 ego
   
2. Mewarisi syarikat keluarga (kadang2)
3. romantik (seram sejuk)
4. ayahnya Dato'
5. keretanya bergaya
6. suaranya seksi
7. alim jugak
8. suami ideal
9. berpendidikan tinggi
10. perfect

Terangkan apakah itu heroin-

1. Cantik (kiut dan sebagainya)
2. Kadang2 perangai xlah baik mana tapi takpe, sbb cantik. Beauty covers everything. mesti the Macho Hero akan tertarik dn mengubah perangai buruk heroin.
   
3. Kadang2 xkaya
4. keluarga biasa
5. pesaingnya dari golongan wanita tinggi bersolek dan bergincu tebal berkerjaya yg setaraf dgn the Macho Man.
6. Hati murni dan mulus
7. pandai masak
8. sweet dan kelakar
9. special

AMARAN: Bukan SEMUA macam ni. Certain types.

A friend asks me
"Are you jealous?"

The answer is a total NO. That's what I see, I observe.
I can actually guess what happens in the end. selected kind of people. The love story is the same. the plot is the same. the characters are the same.

yeah yeah.

annoying, but addicting.

what a poser

god. i hate chick lits. seriously. but why would i spend my beauty sleep's time reading one?

1am till 4am for Shopaholic & Baby *Good GOD, woman!*
prep time (long time ago) for The Mystery of Husbands *oh, self..*
One whole day (I had to read a line twice.Don't ask why.I wont tell) for The Little Lady Agency *Yeeesshh!*

There were others. The whole series of Shopaholics. And Can you Keep a Secret?. you know, others.

A total waste of time. But willing to spend money to buy those. And willing to fall onto my knees, to borrow from friends.

Good GOD, woman!!
I really hate chick-lits.
Though I love reading them.



What a poser.

I is for I-N-T-E-R-V-I-E-W

it was friday. I got the letter.
it was saturday. I went to Sab's house to use internet. Obtained information. resolved to read the info at night. but fell asleep.
it was sunday. went to Sab's house again. resolved to read the info at night. but fell asleep.
it was monday. I freaked out.

head = zero information
the borang = not even a box filled
the stupid essay = not a single word

relax, after all, i'm a world-class procrastinator (do not try this at home). i know exactly what to do.

right?

first, the essay. a truly vital thing. OK. no probs. switch on yiyi, my third bro's laptop (oh. by the way. yiyi is my brother's name. not the laptop's). Darn. The laptop had lancaring a mogok.

Never mind. I cud use my sec bro, Imie's laptop. Ok. No sweats. that was a lie. I did sweat a little. And I started an essay on you know, err, blowing one's trumpet? I didn't know I was quite good at it. Making a cross-country such a big deal. Like I was a hero. whatever.

Ran out to print the essay. bought lunch. what else I forgot? oh. right. the application forms. the borang. and it was, like 12 pm. relax. God, I was sweating like a sumo-wrestler (after a fight). and head was still had zero info. Abah was home. Rushed for a bath. Ironed the clothes. Done. went downstairs.

Umi shrieked
"U call that IRONED??!!!"
"Looked so kampung!!"

Yeah.

Never mind. Dear Umi, I love you. Read all the biotechnology thingies in a sweep. God. What Was This? abah called. ran to the car, managed to grab all the sijil and borang and whasoever. Grabbed a pen. A piece of advice. NEVER try to write anything in a car. A moving car, to b specific.

I was mortified.

Head = 0.15% info
oh ok.
1%

my name was called. with the lafaz of basmallah I knocked the door, and entered.

The End