Belalang = Grasshopper

Twenty eight

Ok, entri kali ini dalam bahasa melayu walaupun bahasa ibunda saya ni takla sehebat mana samada dari segi pertuturan mahupun penulisan. Susah juga menulis dalam bahasa baku ya? Giler skema. Anyway, I’m still going to use Malay, with a mix of English, dalam ertikata lain, bahasa rojak. Kalau tak tahu penggunaan ayat dalam b.melayu, saya guna b.inggeris, and vice versa. Sesiapa yang ada masalah dengan cara saya ini, sila berhenti membaca.

So.. it has been a month since the last I updated the blog now full of rat nests. Eh lupa, patutnya tulis dalam malay. Takpe la, any which is fine by you kan? :D

Saya dah mula mengajar budak-budak di pusat tuisyen yang namanya pun saya tak tahu. I don’t think that it has a name. Kelas: Science, English. No, I have no objections having to teach these subjects. Lingkungan umur pelajar-pelajar: 7,8,9,11,12 tahun. Darjah 4 tak tahu la hilang ke mana. English for Standard 1,2 and 5. Science for Standard 3 and 6. Mula2 I thought “Ah, kacang je ni. Ajar budak2 kecik apa susah? Nak goreng pun senang”. Boy was I wrong. Apa ye dalam Bahasa Melayu? Budak lelaki saya salah. Ha. Rosak bahasa wei tsk3. Sambung balik. Macam2 perangai ada; kaki kutuk, kaki bising, kaki mengumpat, kaki mencarut, dan segala macam kaki ada. Yang lain tu takpe lagi, tapi kalau dah sampai tahap menjerit2 macam anak kecil yang suka mengamuk sebab tak dapat apa yang dia nak, sape boleh tahan ey? Tapi disebabkan saya ni ada jugak coolnya, dengan nada yang sedikit seperti memberi amaran, “Jangan sampai cikgu marah. Sape naik suara, cikgu bagi lebih keje”. Only to receive a reply, “Yay keje banyak! Cikgu lagi banyak lagi best cikgu! Tambah lagi tambah lagi!” (muka pun berseri2 dengan senyum lebar naik sampai ke telinga). Hampeh, nak menguji saya la tu. Tak boleh jadi ni. Guna apa cara sekalipun, ada je yang budak2 ni nak jawab. Banyak cekadak. Silap haribulan lebam gak seko2 kena cubit ngan cikgu yang tahap kesabarannya tak setinggi mana. Sorry bukan seko, seorang. Tengah marah sikit fikir pasai kedegilan mereka tu. Hah takpe la, just deal with them, later you’ll get used to it. Layankan je la karenah mereka tu.

So far, the only class that I really like is Standard 3. Suruh buat apa ja, semua ikut tanpa sebarang bantahan. Barula dikatakan student mithali. Macam ni baru la tak pening kepala gua. Eh jap, ada sorang je dalam kelas tu yang tak tau la apa tak kena dengan dia. Keje tak nak buat, suruh duduk diam kalau taknak siapkan keje pun, ada je hal dia. Main pusing keliling kelas, conteng2 whiteboard, buli rakan sekelas, main henpon cikgunya. Kalau siap keje takpe gak. Ni yang buat pun semua main hentam. Baca soalan pun dak, geram tak geram? Nasib baik comel, kalau tak, lama dah kena sekeh. Haih dugaan dugaan.

Darjah 1 & 2 lak. Tottemo kawaii desu! Nasib baik saya tahan la gak the desire to cubit2 pipi diorang. Orang takde adik kecik la katakan. Satu je masalah nak ajar darjah 1&2 ni. I honestly don’t know how to teach English to people who don’t understand the language at all! Bila explain, macam mana nak bina satu ayat, apa tu singular, apa tu plural, what usually comes after a noun, itu ini, dengan panjang lebar saya cuba nak explain tanpa menggunakan ayat2 yang ekstrem bahasanya. Suara sikit punya control tak nak bagi bunyi nak marah, so that budak tu tak nangis (sebenarnya tak sampai hati gak sebab muka innocent sangat). Sekali pandang muka diorang, macam tahan nak nangis je. Tak paham la tu. Haihh. Guwa suda siap tulis kat whiteboard lagi, still tak paham. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHH! Tension sih tension you know. Datang pulak sorang budak pegi padam sume yang saya tulis pastu dengan senyum bangganya cakap “Cikgu, papan ni dah bersih saya padam.” Adoi lah! Sape suruh pun! Well the good thing about them is, they always do their work. That I don’t have to worry about.

Darjah 5 pulak. Adeh. Bising dia punya la dahsyat. But then, Darjah 6 is worse. Semua nak cakap at the same time. Cikgu cikgu cikgu blablablabla. The only word I could get from them is cikgu. Nak kena suruh diam dulu, and cakap sorang2 baru la dapat dengar. Tapi kejap lepas tu jadi lagi and the cycle goes on and on. Saya perlu lebih tegas lepas ni! No more games, no more playing in class. You listen to me and I wont make your life misreable! Boleh tak cakap macam tu? Huahaha. Though I think there’s a possibility I could get attached to these kids, however annoying they can be. Sorang budak siap bisik kat saya, “Cikgu, saya ada masalah nak cerita kat cikgu. Nak jumpa cikgu bila cikgu free tau.” Hahaha apa la masalah budak umur 10 tahun ni.

Ohhh satu part yang paling saya tak tahan nak gelak, ada dua orang budak lelaki from another class, they asked me, “Sape ni?” Dengan dahi yang berkerut2 tanda curious kot. When one of my students replied, “Ni cikgu la!”, they both stared at me with wide eyes and said, “Ha??? Ingatkan darjah 6 tadi!” Muahahhahahahhaha! Terasa sangat muda kejap tadi. Dalam hati memang dah berdahak2 guwa ketawa, sampai tergolek2 atas lantai hati. Ok la kalau sambung nanti panjang lebar lak. Stop di sini je la dulu.

Twenty seven

Three things I witnessed in the past week:

1. A cat went to poop in front of a shop when a dog came by and gave her a shock. I’ll call the dog ‘Doug” and the cat “Kiti”. Doug is probably a stray, looking at his unkempt fur and possibly fleas creeping all over him (from all those scratchings). There he was, strolling along the lane when he saw Kiti leaving her poop without covering it, so he came to take a sniff. Kiti, unprepared for the sudden visit was startled (her body went into an upside down V-shape, ala, how those cats turn when they’re scared or startled), and she hissed out loudly. Doug, unaware of the cat’s fury, went back on sniffing the poop. In Kiti’s head “Ok, that’s the final straw! I’ve had it with dogs having no respect for us cats!” She went to Doug and gave him her best yowl that sent him scurrying away! Hahaha I kinda saw Cheri’s side in Kiti. She even has Cheri’s eyes! I’d really like to bring her back home but Ibu said no :(

2. I was answering some add maths questions, accompanying Ibu marking exam papers at the same time. Girl was seen lying on the cold floor, as usual, her body upside down showing her bare tummy (no fur still) and feet pointing upwards. Suddenly she climbed onto the table and crawled into a bag right next to me. I wasn’t really amused at first, because that’s what Girl and Cheri like to do when they see a bag, or a box, or anything that can fit their large body in. But after a few minutes, I was beginning to feel strange, something is weird here. “Why isn’t she moving at all?”, “Is she sleeping?” and all possible questions began to fill my mind. Usually she would make noises, shredding papers, playing with whatever’s inside the bag, shred papers, and yes, shred more papers. But she was quiet. No movements, no nothing. So I put my hand inside the bag and guess what I found? An egg! Telur pindang? Or whatever it’s called that Ibu forgot to take out was what she was licking the whole time! I then took the egg out, but she was still attached to the bag. Put my hand in again, and walla! Felt another egg at the bottom of the bag! Having no more eggs inside, Girl started to crawl back out and upon seeing the eggs now on the table, she leapt and held onto the egg with one paw and licked and licked, went on and on licking until Ibu picked the eggs up and hid them away from Girl’s sight. That’s when she went back to lying down on the floor, bare tummy in sight. Ish3.. I took a video of her with the eggs, but it’s with Ibu.

3. Ibu’s cute way of always getting the words wrong, till it becomes a word she always use even when she knows it’s not right. Drive-through becomes See-through. Xbox becomes Ice-box. Lol I always find it adorable when she does that. “Ha, nanti pergi see-through, senang je.” Or, “Simpan la Ice-box tu, jangan buat sepah rumah”. Then I would laugh silently in my head, thinking of how adorable my mom is when she gets the words wrong :D

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26 Dreams

A blog post of a friend had me start on writing this.

Lately, I’ve been having very frequent and vivid dreams, some with strangers whom faces I couldn’t recognize, some with people I have never met in life, and some with the last people I’d like to have in my dreams. And only just recently, I started to have dreams within dreams, namely two dreams in one dream.. ok.. that’s confusing.. well to cut it short, I would sometimes get two or more different dreams before waking up. The dream changes the moment it reaches a climax ie. when I feel like being pulled back, or when I get the falling feeling, forcing the dream to change (if I happen to not wake up).

These constant dreams of mine were not in the least harmful (I think), but they literally end up with me waking feeling dead tired and exhausted. Well most of them, especially ones that had me running, flying or falling. Have you ever had a dream of trying to run after or away from something, only to subconsciously realize that you’re being outmatched by a dream? You feel like you’re just running in place no matter how hard you try to run? It terribly annoys me when that happens, because first, in actuality I run pretty fast, but in a dream everything seems to be in slow motion whenever I find the urgency to speed my movement up. Second, it tires me to the point I wake up panting, as if energy has been dissipated from my body. Lagi satu mimpi, the part where you feel like you’re falling from a high place. Most of the time my body will respond to it by jerking a bit causing me to wake up. It certainly isn’t a nice feeling. Hmm maybe that’s why sometimes I get to see people twitching in their sleep.

Usually after waking up, I would be able to recall any specific patterns to my dreams in terms of what happened, but the moment realization hits, I couldn’t remember much of the dream, only vague images of the people I saw or encountered with in it. Then again, I wish I hadn’t been dreaming so often if it weren’t for the fact that dreams make me feel tired.

I hope I could get a dreamless sleep tonight..

twenty five

Koe wo kikasete. This song is stuck in my head for some time now.

We stayed at Marriott Putrajaya for one night. The rest (excluding Ibu) went back home early in the morning when I was still asleep, leaving me stranded in the room with only my netbook for entertainment. I don’t know where this is leading to.. oh.. I remember now. As usual Ayah got a room at the VIP floor, thus an access to the lounge for 3 people. Me and Kaklong always being two of the three, muahaha! We usually finish off the sushi and if they have roasted lamb, we’d be finishing that too. So today we went with the expectation that they will have the usual sushi served but as luck would have it, there were none :( I whispered to Kaklong, “Maybe they saw Ayah’s name on the list, knowing that we were coming, they probably hid the sushi so we wont end up eating all of it again.” and she just nodded, agreeing to every word I said. Haih if so la, it’s a violation against the customer’s rights! There goes our last chance to get oishii sushi since it was our last stay at the hotel. Probably.

Ehh.. it still hasn’t come to the reason why I’m writing this originally. So there we were, sushi-less! I know I know violating the English language is not cool but I’m used to doing it so there’s no stopping me. Hmm I wonder what sushi is in English. Okay2 it’s just a habit of mine to drift away from the main topic when I have a lot of things on my mind. Now back to where we were.. there I went to get a slice of cheesecake and fruits (nearly all of them were eaten by a bunch of noisy kids). Went back to the table only to find someone I’ve never met smiling at me. You know how some people can give a really huge impression on you at first sight. Either by how well-dressed they are, the way they talk, the tone of their voice, or by the aura they possess around them (yes, people do have aura, I’m pretty skilled at sensing them, pretty cool huh? okay tipu je ni). This lady, she looked like a person of great importance, fuh (tarik nafas). She was introduced as no other than one of Ayah’s friend’s wife, whom I’ve only heard of. I could still feel a tinge of embarrassment from the way I acted around her. I was quiet and I didn’t even try to get into a conversation with her, she seemed to be trying to lead me on talking, but the most I did was smile -.- Lucky Kaklong was there so I need not worry much about that, but I felt so timid and shy that I think I kind of stuttered a lot when I answered all her questions. Hahahah it was beyond uncomfortable. Oh the shame the shame! After a while, we decided to return to our room. In my head, I was thinking, should I ‘kiss’ her hand or not masa nak salam (she is after all about the same age as Ibu and even bahasakan diri sebagai Aunty). But I don’t know what went wrong with my head, I just salamed her like she was a friend, there was no sign of respect at all! Oh the double shame! Now she will think of me as a girl with no manners. It still makes me want to slap myself hard when I think of our little parting. It’s just that for a split second I thought she might not like it if I ‘cium’ her hand, seeing how ‘datin’-like she is, and I decided to follow that split-second-thught. Tsk3.. Some people feel uneasy when ‘kissed’ on the hand. I know a couple of people who even flinches. It’s an extremely difficult decision to make on how to salam upon meeting someone. Now this will forever haunt me, I hope we never meet again in the future. Where to hide my face lah? Haish.

It’s already 2am so I better head off to bed. Oyasumi!

twenty four

Currently at Starbucks trying to work on my journal review. My brain is not working at it’s best though, it’s like having mental block that I have trouble retrieving information from my mind. I ended up reading other people’s blogs and virtually window shopping for bags and jackets. Please oh please buy me one beige cord hooded jacket I will be your sweetest sister for one day. :D

twenty three

You’ve always wanted a chef husband. If you get to find one, don’t come to regret it, because I’ve heard too many stories about people marrying chefs going through a difficult phase in marriage when it comes to food. Everything food related has to be perfect plus they wont even bother cooking at home since they’ve been doing it all day at work. It is you who has to be the kitchen worker. Maybe you wouldn’t mind that much. So you just need to cook, what’s so hard about that? Chefs are very particular about the food they eat. The seasonings has to be right, the texture, the color, the smell, but most of all, the decorations! Tell me, who decorates their food at home? Tsk3. I know, not all of them are like that, but the vast majority of chefs are inclined to be in that group. So kakngah, just find a husband who likes to cook, not a chef. :D

SPM result is out tomorrow. Wonder how many A’s Abun is going to get.