Poem for a friend

Today we had a long day with a lot of microteachings. Having eight writing lessons back-to-back was really tiring. We have to squeez the ideas out of our brains but amongst all, the best lesson would be Yatie's and Ariff's. Composing a poem is never an easy task for me but since they wanted us to write a poem to a friend (name picked out from the box), so I tried. I wished I got the name of my housemates and luckily I got FATIN. This is the poem that I made for Fatin.......sorry I am not good in poem writing.

When you smile

You make us happy

When you frown

You make us worry

When you're in need

You're always there

When you're being bullied

You never swear

You always look sick

Because you're so thin

But I'll always love you

My dear friend... FATIN

And this is the poem written for me by Kath. Thanks Kath for the beautiful poem...

I have a pen,

My pen is blue,

I have a friend,

My friend is you!

Your smile is like the bright star,

That twinkles in the dark sky,

Your brain is like a machine,

That works all day long.

I'm glad that I've found you,

as my frined,

And thanks for your friendship

Since the first time you called me "friend".

Miracle of UNEH

I can't remember when was the first time i read about him but starting from that very moment, i admire his works. He is not as great as Leonardo da Vinci and he is not Picasso, but something in his works makes me proud for having him in this country. He is UNEH. Using his Staedtler colors, he creates nice pictures.

These are some of his babies.

And all he uses for his paintings is this:-

Kawan aku dari Australia

Aku sepatutnya tulis entry ni semalam tapi tak kesah la kan bebile pon. Entry ni adalah khas ku tujukan kepada sahabatku yang berasal dari Australia(secara rohnya je la dari sana) iaitu Nilam. Semalam lepas balik dari Perpustam aku ngan Raz wat some kind of quiz kat Lam. Kami tanya soalan berkaitan dengan orang Melayu kepada Nilam.

Kesahnya begini, Syu yang start tanye, "Bedd, tau tak pulut kacau tu ape?". Aku pon rase begitu rendah diri kerana tak mengetahui apakah bendenya si pulut kacau itu tapi setelah perbincangan baru kami semua tau yang pulut kacau tu ialah wajik. Tapi si Nilam "orang Australia" ni tak tau wajik tu ape.

So itu memberi idea kepada aku dan Raz untuk bertanya pasal sume makanan, perkataan Bahasa Melayu yang dalam ati aku cukup yakin Nilam takkan tau. Kitorang pon tanya dia macam2 tapi rupa2nya punya la banyak perkataan yang dia tak tau maksudnya. Tapi yang aku paling tak tahan, mase kitorang tanye, "Lam, kau tau tak ape tu kacip?" Dan dengan yakin serta confidentnya dia kate "Ala tau. Daun kan!" Aku ngan Raz memang dah tak tahan sampai terbaring aku ketawa. Nilam, aku amat kesian padamu. Sungguh, aku tak bohong (NADA macam dalam lagu Bila Rindu).

Memang banyak la bende yang si Nilam ni tak tau, antaranya
1. Umbut kelapa
2. Suria perkasa hitam, (dia tak kenal sebab masa kecik dia tak tau dihabiskan kat mane)
3. Gambir
4. Bubur caca
5. Kacip
6. Denai
7. Chun Lee Street Fighters pon dia tak kenal

Aku dah tak ingat ape lagi yang dia tak tau. Tapi nasihat aku pada kau Lam, kembalilah ke Malaysia secara fizikal dan rohani

p/s:Sorry banyak2 Lam!!!!

Kanak-Kanak Laki-Laki

Hari Isnin lepas aku, nilam, raz and beberapa orang lagi telah pergi ke Rumah Budak Laki-Laki kat Durian Daun. During the first meeting, Khai(the project manager) told us that these kids are "anak yatim juvana". We were so worried then lebih2 lagi lepas Khai pesan jangan pakai minyak wangi sebab diorang tak tahan bau perfume ppuan and Khai kate diorang ni kempunan skit. So tak payah la nak tunjuk2 phone ke gadget2 menarik ke depan diorang.

Mase sampai kat tempat bdk2 tu, i was a bit worried but not afraid. aku risau tak dapat handle diorang ataupun tertanya things that can make them angry or terasa hati.

Bila dah jumpa bdk2 tu, diorang tak la seperti yang dijangka and they are not "anak yatim juvana". diorang ni kebanyakannya didera. Aku mengajar sorang budak malam tu. Name dia Khairul Anuar. Badan dia kecik je macam budak darjah satu tapi umur dia 13 thn.

Lepas habis tolong dia wat keje sekolah, he began telling a long story about his family even i didn't ask anything about his background. Dia mula cerita yang mak ayah dia bergaduh and they finally divorced.Lepas cerai dua kali ayah dia bwk dia jumpe mak beliau, pujuk mak dia suh balik but his mother refused and finally the whole family was brought to a police station. There the police officer asked him to choose whether to stay with his mom or his dad and he answered,

"saya nak duduk dengan dua2".

And the officer asked him to choose between both his parents. Then he continued on and on until he asked me a question.

"Kak, saya tak faham. Name mak saya Fatimah, ayah saya Zainal Abidin tapi dalam ic diorang tulis name ayah saya Abdullah. Kenape ye kak?"

I was shocked and did not know how to respond. Air mata budak tu dah bergenang and aku pon sedih dengar cerita dia. Budak kecik macam tu bercakap macam orang besar and dah tau susah payah hidup.

Aku tak sabar nak pegi sane sekali lagi Isnin depan. duduk dengan budak2 ni sikit sebanyak wat aku insaf. Semoga Allah pelihara diorang.

Aku telah "diPERKASAkan"

From the 20th to 22nd February, aku bersame2 sengan semua YDP and SU setiap persatuan di UiTM telah diWAJIBkan menyertai kursus PERKASA SISWA. Even though the activities were not as tough as the ones we had in BTN but, ok la untuk first timer macam aku, kursus tu diklasifikasikan sebagai ok. The activities were just ceramah from each department under HEP and also event MUBARAK. Banyak jugak bende yang aku dapat cume name kursus tu agak melampau. PERKASA SISWA. Padahal bende yang paling berat ktorang wat kat sane ialah sukaneka dan senaman pagi yang sangat la tak mengeluarkan peluh. Tapi ape2 pon satu pengalaman baru n ramai jugak la member baru aku.