kemalasan yang ketara. Malas nak masak. Malas nak sidai kain. Tapi masak jugak sebab ahli rumah semua nak makan. The simplest cooking are fish fillet and french fries. And then kukus brocoli and beans. Jadi lah lunch menu for today. Tak teringat lak nak amik gambar. Lain kalilah.
Hari ni solat asar kat masjid negeri. Ramai jemaah sebab pukul 5 ada forum sempena maal hijrah. After solat berebut bag yang diorang distribute. Boleh demand lak tu tak nak pink nak tukar bag warna hijau...ha..ha. After solat gi PA Sentral ke kedai canggih cari uniform sekolah iman. Kat canggih cuma ada kain je. Baju and tudung tak de. Terpaksa gi nagoya cari kain and tempah. Kat nagoya pun tak jumpa kain yang dikehendaki. Drive terus ke tewah textile di tesco hypermart. Beli kain kat situ. Tinggal tempah je lagi.
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Monday, December 6, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
copy lagi.......
I copy and paste this article from the star specially for my 2 girls to read.
Taking the first step
The Gap by TRECIA TAN SHU HUI
LAST month, I went to my uncle’s house for the school holidays. My cousin has everything, from PS2 to iPod Touch to an impressive DVD collection.
I was there for 21 days and they were quite meaningless. I just realised that now. So what if I’ve watched more than 40 movies? Or played a couple of video games? Or caught up on my favourite TV series?
So what if I’ve spent more time in front of the computer these last three weeks than in the entire year? All that just wore me out.
Yes, I am sad to be back home because my mum is kind of grounding me. This is like what happens when summer break ends in the United States, except that it’s summer all year round here. The thing is, it’s time for me to face reality and do what I’m supposed to do. It’s time for me to grow up ... until after the SPM, of course.
Believe it or not, I’ve learnt a lot from my stay. I learnt that I may have watched 40 movies, but only a couple of them are memorable, so I’ve wasted about 70 hours of my life. I learnt that completing all levels in a video game is only satisfying for about a day, and isn’t worth getting a blister on your thumb for that.
I learnt that the computer isn’t everything, although it means a lot. I learnt that getting celebrities to tweet you back is exciting, but getting someone to praise you in real life is much better. And I learnt that blogging is interesting, but nothing beats writing on a piece of paper.
I also realised one thing that I’ve been denying all along – I am addicted to the computer.
At the start of 2009, my class teacher told me a story about a very smart girl who scored all As for her PMR examination. Then her parents made the mistake of getting her a laptop as a reward.
The girl couldn’t control herself. She was obsessed with some computer game and started to skip classes. Her parents took the laptop away. She threatened to starve herself so they gave it back to her. She locked herself in her room and just played games online. At last, the school expelled her for skipping too many classes.
I know my “addiction” isn’t that serious. But the three weeks made me realise that if I had a laptop of my own, I might end up like that girl. The fact is I had fallen behind in various subjects months ago. And if I were to retrace the “cause” of that, I’d say it started when I had a twitter account. Blogging just made things worse.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Why? Because I thought monsters were going to attack me. I had watched a horror film earlier, so that was perfectly normal.
But the second reason why I couldn’t sleep was Physics and Chemistry. These are my worst subjects, partly because I don’t like them. To be honest, I couldn’t catch up with Physics even before I started twittering. But it made it worse. I could have spent more time on revision, but I spent more hours blogging.
And Chemistry? Well, I was lost over one chapter. You know how some chapters are related to each other? So I got lost in all of them.
Actually, I’ve thought of all this before, but they never kept me awake at night. Then I knew what triggered it.
My eldest brother has received an offer to take up an Honours degree in some finance-related subject at Melbourne University. He is this smart guy in my family whom everyone worships. My parents have been scolded by him but they didn’t give him the “respect-your-parents-because-we’re-older-than-you” lecture. Dad’s password even has his initials on it. (Don’t worry, you can’t hack it.)
My parents even wanted to name our new puppy Aussie because he is studying there. Of course, I objected vehemently because it sounded vulgar in Cantonese. And you can see the glow on mum’s face whenever she mentions him to some random stranger.
My brother is this clever, perfect child in mum’s eyes. And she expects me to follow in his footsteps. She has lost hope in my second brother, but since he is charming and athletic, he can survive in this huge, dangerous world.
As I’m socially awkward and not that athletic, I need to be smart. Although mum doesn’t expect me to score the same excellent results as my brother, she does expect me to ace my exams.
Although I’m cross with her for placing too much hope on me, the thing is, I know she’s doing this for a reason. Sometimes, clichéd as it sounds, “it’s all for your own good” is true. That’s why I’m taking my first big step.
Which, of course, is to come clean about my addiction. This is why I’m writing this article.
The second step is to quit blogging because it takes up the most time. The third is to stop using Facebook. That should be easier because if my friends really want to contact me, they can always text me.
Finally, I have to stop tweeting. That may be a bit difficult. I can’t really quit cold turkey because, well, an addict is an addict. Apparently, they don’t have some patch or gum for it, unlike tobacco.
So, I’m taking the last one slowly and just try to cut down. It may take a few months to really quit. By then, let’s hope I would have caught up on lessons. Maybe, who knows, the SPM might be over.
I’m on my way to step one now. And I’m going to quote the late King of Pop: “This is it.” Wish me luck!
Taking the first step
The Gap by TRECIA TAN SHU HUI
LAST month, I went to my uncle’s house for the school holidays. My cousin has everything, from PS2 to iPod Touch to an impressive DVD collection.
I was there for 21 days and they were quite meaningless. I just realised that now. So what if I’ve watched more than 40 movies? Or played a couple of video games? Or caught up on my favourite TV series?
So what if I’ve spent more time in front of the computer these last three weeks than in the entire year? All that just wore me out.
Yes, I am sad to be back home because my mum is kind of grounding me. This is like what happens when summer break ends in the United States, except that it’s summer all year round here. The thing is, it’s time for me to face reality and do what I’m supposed to do. It’s time for me to grow up ... until after the SPM, of course.
Believe it or not, I’ve learnt a lot from my stay. I learnt that I may have watched 40 movies, but only a couple of them are memorable, so I’ve wasted about 70 hours of my life. I learnt that completing all levels in a video game is only satisfying for about a day, and isn’t worth getting a blister on your thumb for that.
I learnt that the computer isn’t everything, although it means a lot. I learnt that getting celebrities to tweet you back is exciting, but getting someone to praise you in real life is much better. And I learnt that blogging is interesting, but nothing beats writing on a piece of paper.
I also realised one thing that I’ve been denying all along – I am addicted to the computer.
At the start of 2009, my class teacher told me a story about a very smart girl who scored all As for her PMR examination. Then her parents made the mistake of getting her a laptop as a reward.
The girl couldn’t control herself. She was obsessed with some computer game and started to skip classes. Her parents took the laptop away. She threatened to starve herself so they gave it back to her. She locked herself in her room and just played games online. At last, the school expelled her for skipping too many classes.
I know my “addiction” isn’t that serious. But the three weeks made me realise that if I had a laptop of my own, I might end up like that girl. The fact is I had fallen behind in various subjects months ago. And if I were to retrace the “cause” of that, I’d say it started when I had a twitter account. Blogging just made things worse.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Why? Because I thought monsters were going to attack me. I had watched a horror film earlier, so that was perfectly normal.
But the second reason why I couldn’t sleep was Physics and Chemistry. These are my worst subjects, partly because I don’t like them. To be honest, I couldn’t catch up with Physics even before I started twittering. But it made it worse. I could have spent more time on revision, but I spent more hours blogging.
And Chemistry? Well, I was lost over one chapter. You know how some chapters are related to each other? So I got lost in all of them.
Actually, I’ve thought of all this before, but they never kept me awake at night. Then I knew what triggered it.
My eldest brother has received an offer to take up an Honours degree in some finance-related subject at Melbourne University. He is this smart guy in my family whom everyone worships. My parents have been scolded by him but they didn’t give him the “respect-your-parents-because-we’re-older-than-you” lecture. Dad’s password even has his initials on it. (Don’t worry, you can’t hack it.)
My parents even wanted to name our new puppy Aussie because he is studying there. Of course, I objected vehemently because it sounded vulgar in Cantonese. And you can see the glow on mum’s face whenever she mentions him to some random stranger.
My brother is this clever, perfect child in mum’s eyes. And she expects me to follow in his footsteps. She has lost hope in my second brother, but since he is charming and athletic, he can survive in this huge, dangerous world.
As I’m socially awkward and not that athletic, I need to be smart. Although mum doesn’t expect me to score the same excellent results as my brother, she does expect me to ace my exams.
Although I’m cross with her for placing too much hope on me, the thing is, I know she’s doing this for a reason. Sometimes, clichéd as it sounds, “it’s all for your own good” is true. That’s why I’m taking my first big step.
Which, of course, is to come clean about my addiction. This is why I’m writing this article.
The second step is to quit blogging because it takes up the most time. The third is to stop using Facebook. That should be easier because if my friends really want to contact me, they can always text me.
Finally, I have to stop tweeting. That may be a bit difficult. I can’t really quit cold turkey because, well, an addict is an addict. Apparently, they don’t have some patch or gum for it, unlike tobacco.
So, I’m taking the last one slowly and just try to cut down. It may take a few months to really quit. By then, let’s hope I would have caught up on lessons. Maybe, who knows, the SPM might be over.
I’m on my way to step one now. And I’m going to quote the late King of Pop: “This is it.” Wish me luck!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Iman raikan kawan-kawan
Hari ni Iman dengan bapak and kakak dia pergi sekolah rendah agama sek. 3 untuk anugerah penyampaian hadiah.Iman dapat hadiah mumtaz dengan 10 pelajar terbaik keseluruhan tahun 6. Dapat hadiah telekung dengan tuala mandi. Terima kasih bebanyak lah sekolah bagi hadiah tu...mungkin tuala and telekong tu hadiah untuk preparation pergi sekolah berasrama penuh kot....
Aku tak ikut hubby gi tengok Iman sebab Iman nak raikan kengkawan. So kena masak-masaklah sikit untuk kengkawan Iman. Pukul 2 petang kengkawan Iman datang. Aku masak mee and mihun kari, french fries, coleslaw and goring chicken drummet and wings.
Aku tak ikut hubby gi tengok Iman sebab Iman nak raikan kengkawan. So kena masak-masaklah sikit untuk kengkawan Iman. Pukul 2 petang kengkawan Iman datang. Aku masak mee and mihun kari, french fries, coleslaw and goring chicken drummet and wings.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
cerita hari rabu 18hb nov and 19 hb nov
Iman with her class teacher Puna Hajjah Alimah. Thank you teacher for your teaching and guidance.
Iman with her sister Farah Najwa form 4. She seems so happy with her sister upsr result.
My daughter iman and me. Congratulations darling!
semalam pagi pukul 9 pergi kelas tajweed al quran kat surau seksyen 4. Orang lain dah beratus-ratus mukasurat al quran aku baru ms 13. Maklumlah baru mula bulan julai. Orang lain dah bertahun-tahun mengaji. Alhamdulillah dah ada serba sedikit ilmu tajweed. Ustaz betulkan bacaan sedikit-sedikit aje.
Balik rumah masak sambal udang dengan sayur campur and telur dadar. Pukul 2.30 petang gi giant dengan kak ana untuk beli tit bits untuk daurah. Singgah pejabat mpp zon 1 untuk kemas meja dan kerusi. Pukul 5.20petang hantar fuad kerja dan terus ke kota damansara rumah ibu. Iman dapat tiket wayang gsc percuma Astro Boy sebab menang pertandingan ntv7fgw. Sampai rumah ibu solat maghrib, makan and then gi tuju tropicana city mall. Teman bebudak 3 orang tu (Iman, Kakak farah and Mimi)tengok astro boy. Iman diinterview untuk rancangan Nyv7@fgw and then sampai rumah ibu dekat kul 11.30 malam. Telefon hubby tak jadi balik sebab tidur di kota d'sara. Penat sangat....
Hari ni selepas suboh borak-borak dengan ibu kejap sementara tunggu anak-anak breakfast nasi lemak. Selepas tu balik ke shah alam dengan berbekalkan nasi lemak dengan jemput-jemput pisang. Balik tak payah buat breakfast. Hidangkan nasi lemak jelah. Result UPSR iman keluar hari ni so..hantar iman dulu ke sekolah kemudian gi kelas bahasa arab. Datang lewat sedikit kelas ...malunya ngan ustaz..asyik lewat je..
Balik pukul 10.30pagi singgah sekolah iman. Nampak anak ku menangis kegirangan sebab dapat 5A. Alhamdulillah. Syukur moga IMan berjaya didunia dan diakhirat...
Friday, November 13, 2009
PSRA Iman dapat mumtaz
hari ni seperti hari-hari biasa. Hantar kakak (anak no.4) gi sekolah kemudian singgah sekolah agama sek.3 Ingat nak ambil keputusan PSRA iman (anak bongsu no. 5) tapi pejabat tak buka lagi lah pulak. Balik rumah dulu buat breakfast.Selepas tu telefon pejabat sekolah agama tanya bila boleh ambil result. Kerani sekolah kata belah petang pukul 2.30.
Pukul 10.20pagi iman telefon suroh ambil dia dari sekolah kebangsaan. Boring tidak buat apa kat sekolah dia kata.Kuiz agama anjuran panitia pendidikan islam sekolah Iman dah selesai pagi tadi. Iman dapat johan. Iman suroh kelentong alasan balik awal sebab sakit perut. Aku sebagai ibu mithalinya yang kesian kan anak pun ikut ajelah. Rupanya sampai-sampai je ka rumah terus masuk toilet. Tak larat nak buang air besar kat sekolah, dia kata. Toilet sekolah harum.......
Selesai masak tengahari (masak nasi goreng udang je ari ni)makan ngan keropok. Pukul 2.00ptg Iman dah siap nak pergi sekolah agama. Awal nya aku kata. Selalu dia liat nak pergi sekolah agama. Aku ni pun terkocoh-kocoh bersiap hendak hantar Iman dengan ambil result PSRA sekali. Alhamdulillah Iman dapat mumtaz PSRA. Iman nak mohon sekolah Maahad Tahfiz Integrasi kat Jugra, Banting. Anakku Iman, ummi berdoa Iman jadi anak yang berjaya di dunia dan di akhirat. Amin.
Pukul 10.20pagi iman telefon suroh ambil dia dari sekolah kebangsaan. Boring tidak buat apa kat sekolah dia kata.Kuiz agama anjuran panitia pendidikan islam sekolah Iman dah selesai pagi tadi. Iman dapat johan. Iman suroh kelentong alasan balik awal sebab sakit perut. Aku sebagai ibu mithalinya yang kesian kan anak pun ikut ajelah. Rupanya sampai-sampai je ka rumah terus masuk toilet. Tak larat nak buang air besar kat sekolah, dia kata. Toilet sekolah harum.......
Selesai masak tengahari (masak nasi goreng udang je ari ni)makan ngan keropok. Pukul 2.00ptg Iman dah siap nak pergi sekolah agama. Awal nya aku kata. Selalu dia liat nak pergi sekolah agama. Aku ni pun terkocoh-kocoh bersiap hendak hantar Iman dengan ambil result PSRA sekali. Alhamdulillah Iman dapat mumtaz PSRA. Iman nak mohon sekolah Maahad Tahfiz Integrasi kat Jugra, Banting. Anakku Iman, ummi berdoa Iman jadi anak yang berjaya di dunia dan di akhirat. Amin.
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