See, Bunsen Burner On My Songkok, Cikgu!

The first experiment for Form 4 Khawarizmi.
Their first ever Chemistry experiment.
To determine melting and freezing point of naphthalene.
I explained the procedures to them, clearly.
They made noise.
Whispered this and that to each other.
I showed them all the apparatus and the correct way of handling them.
Again, they made noise.
Punched here and there.
Rolled this and that.
Sniffed into naphthalene's container.
O very naughty kids!
I asked them to start the experiment.
As it was Friday morning.
When we hadn't too much time to play.
Again, they made noise.
I observed them one by one.
They kept shouting one another.
Sat on the lab cabinets.
And kept calling 'Cikgu!' millions of time.
But there, I could see something fishy.
Ya Allah!!
They lighted on the Bunsen burner.
And put it on their songkok.
"To made it a little bit higher, cikgu!
So that my naphthalene will melt faster than his!"
Heart attack.
I took his songkok, put the burner back on the table.
Then put the songkok back to where it should be - the head!

"What is it called, if we put something not at its own real place?"

"Zalim, cikgu!"

"What you should do then?"

"Ask for forgiveness from Bunsen burner and songkok cikgu!"

And I laughed heartily till tears ran down.
Kids, you never failed to amuse me.

"Get back to your place or I'll cancel this experiment at all!"

Allah Tak Akan Biarkan Kita Kehampaan

Jika kita berdoa seikhlas hati.
Dan sesungguhnya Dia Maha Mendengar.
Lagi Maha Mengabulkan Segala Doa.

Bujang Senang

It's really hard of being a single young lady, in a school.
Everyone is busy pairing you up with this and that guy.
Like you're now desperately looking for somebody to love.
And sadly, they don't even care about your feeling at all.

Hmm...
What is wrong of being single?

Please do not be so busybody.
It's Allah who will pair me up with somebody.
Allah knows who is the best for me.
Not you.
And not even your choice.

Susah Hati

Sekolah agama.
Setiap malam solat hajat.
Setiap hari baca al-Quran.
Sebelum tidur baca al-Mulk.
Pagi-pagi baca al-Ma'thurat.
Tazkirah saban waktu.

Tetapi,
mencuri!

Ya Allah
Di manakah silapnya?
Mengapa amal ibadah itu seperti tidak menyentuh rohnya?

Anakku,
Tidak berkat ilmu yang masuk ke dadamu
Akan gelap hitam hatimu
Dengan setitis hasil yang haram masuk ke tubuhmu!
Tidakkah kau takut dengan amaran Allah?

Semua pihak,
Perlu banyak muhasabah diri.

Ya Allah
Kau berilah petunjuk dan hidayah-Mu
Kepada anak didikku
Janganlah Engkau biarkan
Keperluan dunia mengaburi pandangan matanya

Asalkan Tidak Berdosa...

Pagi tadi lambat bersiap.
Maka tak sempat nak bancuh Milo sebelum pergi kerja.
Maka pukul 8 dah menggigil kelaparan.
Berlari ke kantin.
Perlu makan dulu sebelum masuk kelas.
Makan nasi kuah tomyam dan lauk lala masak sweet sour.
Selalunya bila makan di kantin/restoran, saya memang makan pakai sudu garfu.
Tiada yang pelik pun.
Cuma tak suka bila bau makanan tak hilang dari tangan.
Walaupun dah guna handwash.
Cungkil isi lala dan makan dengan lajunya.
Sebab mengejar waktu.
Tak mahu masuk kelas lambat.
Tiba-tiba terdengar

"Tengok Nik makan pakai sudu garfu laju je cungkil lala.
 Aku pakai tangan pun terhegeh-hegeh.
 Kau dah biasa hidup kat sana (England) lama agaknya ye?"

Saya tercengang.
Ini macam statement pun ada ke?
Saya merenung sudu dan garfu di tangan.
Kesian mereka berdua.
Benar makan di England pakai sudu garfu, tapi di restoran sahaja.
Occasionally only.
Tapi malas nak cakap banyak.

"Sama je. Kat sana pun makan pakai tangan."

Sambung makan.

"Takpun kau mesti dah biasa sangat makan
 di hotel-hotel mewah kan?
 Kau nampak macam tak kekok.
 Laju aje kau makan."

Terasa tercekik lala sweet sour di esofagus.
Mengapa mesti ada provokasi?
Sekali lagi, saya merenung sudu dan garfu di tangan.
Kesian mereka berdua.
Tak lebih 10 kali rasanya saya makan di hotel.
Sepanjang hayat hidup.
Itupun atas jemputan kenduri kahwin.
Dan dinner kelas masa di UiTM.
Sekali lagi, malas nak cakap banyak.

Terus makan dengan selamba.
Dalam hati kesal meraja.
Tidak adakah lagi perkara yang besar yang boleh dihitung
Sehingga saya makan dengan sudu garfu pun
Seolah menjadi kesalahan.
Saya tak kacau orang.
Saya hanya menikmati makanan!

Tak apalah
Tidak ada hak untuk sekat orang dari berkata-kata
Pada saya
Asalkan itu tidak berdosa
Tidak ada salahnya

Dalam hidup ini
Tidak semua benda yang kita perlu ambil peduli.

Hujung Minggu

Sangat lega apabila ada peluang menikmati hujung minggu yang bebas dari aktiviti sekolah.
Memang sangat kebetulan dapat hujung minggu yang tak ada aktiviti, dan tidak juga bertugas warden.
Tapi itu bukan bermakna boleh bersenang-lenang.
Ada banyak kerja menanti sebenarnya.
Kalau salah perancangan, dua hari akan terbazir begitu sahaja.
Samada dengan melingkar depan tv atau tidur berlebihan atau keluar tanpa arah tujuan.
Sangat rugi.
Sebab sudah tentu masa yang berlalu tak akan dapat kembali.
Jadi hujung minggu ini, saya berazam hendak

1.   Baca al-Quran lebih dari hari bekerja
2.   Mengemas rumah - atas, bawah dan halaman
3.   Basuh kereta
4.   Basuh, sidai, lipat kain baju
5.   Gosok baju untuk seminggu
6.   Siapkan handouts untuk mula kelas tambahan tingkatan lima minggu depan
7.   Solat dhuha - hari bekerja memang susah nak berdisiplin nak buat
8.   Baca buku yang dah lama beli tapi tak khatam lagi.

Kalau tak dibuat garis panduan begini, alamatnya memang semua benda tak akan menjadi.
Semoga saya jadi lebih well-organised tahun ini.
Jom penuhi hujung minggu dengan aktiviti berfaedah!

Hujung minggu anda bagaimana pula?

C.I.N.T.A

Tanpa cinta, hidup tidak berseri.
Dengan cinta, hidup lebih bererti.

Betul ke?

Kid Is Sometimes Brutally Honest!

Anak sahabat saya (lelaki, 6 tahun) yang amat petah berbicara secara spontan bertanya.

"Kak Lin, Kak Lin tak ada suami kan?"

"Haaa...?" Terkejut.

"Cikgu XYZ tu tak ada isteri kan?"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....?" Makin panjang.

"Kak Lin kahwin la dengan cikgu XYZ tu. Baru la dua-dua ada suami dan ada isteri."

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....?" Nganga dan tempik terus.

Kanak-kanak memang telus. Sangat. -.-"

Genius vs Berusaha

Allah tidak memandang betapa geniusnya kita, tetapi sudah pasti Allah akan hitung setiap usaha kita.
Orang yang berusaha, pasti tidak akan sia-sia.

Ayat yang sama saya ulang-ulang dalam dua kelas yang berbeza. 5 Farabi dan 5 Haytham. Tahun ini, mereka 60 orang adalah amanah buat saya dan saya tidak mahu mensia-siakannya.

Di samping pung-pang pung-pang HCl + NaOH --> NaCl + H2O, tazkirah perlu diselit sepanjang masa. Bukan untuk mereka sahaja, tapi lebih peringatan untuk telinga yang paling dekat mendengar dengan mulut yang berkata-kata juga.

Semoga Allah permudahkan semuanya untuk tahun ini. Ameen.

No Longer English Teacher!

In the first place I'm still stuck with 2 English classes for this year.
And I accept it with all my heart that I still haven't chance to escape from it.
Whether I like it or not, it's my responsibility and I don't want to take it easy.
Then the offer comes.
I can drop my English classes.
The bonus comes with adding another Chemistry class, for form four.
But I've to take 2 Sejarah classes to be fair and square.
OK then.
I didn't take too much time to think.
For sure Sejarah is much easier to teach rather than English.
And Sejarah only has 3 periods per week.
Except for the never-ending-list of PBS evidence.
If I can work smart to cope with this, then everything will be well-organised.
So am no longer an English teacher.
An emotionally unstable English teacher.
I'm happier with this.
Thank you Allah for accepting my du'a.
Alhamdulillah.
Let's upgrade work quality, and avoid controversy.

Sketching 2013

Me, not really overwhelm welcoming 2013. It's just another normal day, which remind me that I've left my past so far behind me and never get to it back. Yet, in front of me, I am just shifting my life closer to its end, which I don't know when. So do you.


Tomorrow, 2013 school session will begin. And today the kids are coming back to the hostel, surely with overjoy feeling to meet friends and update this and that, to clear up new bed in new dorm, to find out where the new classroom is etc. Ah..memories. 10 years ago, back in 2003, I was really looking forward to go back to school, being a forth former - honeymoooooon! Yes I really had my honeymoon year back in 2003 till my results dropped down successfully, and a year later I was placed in the third class, instead of first as I was in before. So kids, no 'honeymoon year' term at all OK. Be consistent in study is much better.

So no special plan for this year, it's just the same as before. Except I'll keep praying to Allah, may He help and guide me in every single thing I do, may He give me strength to endure whatever hardship that will come through, may I be the one who always be grateful for everything I have, may I be the one who always willing to help others, may He give me strength to do more work for His deen, and errr...hoping for happier surprises this year..err..

Will get back to school tomorrow, no later than 7.20am this year - promise! I've ironed all my baju kurungs in wardrobe, tidy up my super messy desk in staffroom, clean up house in and out - ready for 2013. I know the work is getting tougher, but I just love the adrenaline rush of being busy in school.

I hope everyone, all my friends out there, have the best start of 2013 today insyaAllah. I want to work harder in a less controversial environment and keep my mouth shut from complaining this and that.

And I'm getting older this year, by the way.