These are taken from a not too old blog. It's been deleted.
CONVERSATION
Question : Why is the conversation always frustrating?
Answer : Because it always ends up being either a scolding session or a 'make me feel like the lowest-good-for-nothing scum on earth.'
Question : Why bother to talk?
Answer : Because.... (well, you know the answer)
-hic-
Before a word can be spoken, it has to pass through 3 gates:
1. Is it the truth?
2. Is it kind?
3. Is it necessary?
Kind words, without truth, is Falsity - You're lying.
Truth, without kind words, is Cruelty - You're insensitive and mean.
Silence is golden. Always. Truly
June 13 2009, 10.57 a.m.
Answer : Because it always ends up being either a scolding session or a 'make me feel like the lowest-good-for-nothing scum on earth.'
Question : Why bother to talk?
Answer : Because.... (well, you know the answer)
-hic-
Before a word can be spoken, it has to pass through 3 gates:
1. Is it the truth?
2. Is it kind?
3. Is it necessary?
Kind words, without truth, is Falsity - You're lying.
Truth, without kind words, is Cruelty - You're insensitive and mean.
Silence is golden. Always. Truly
June 13 2009, 10.57 a.m.
BEAUTY
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder -
Blessed are those with beauty within -
Lucky the beholder of beauty -
Wretched are those with neither beauty within nor beauty without!
July 9 2009, 22.56 p.m.
July 9 2009, 22.56 p.m.
SL Investiture 2009
there is always mixed feelings everytime i am at the SL Investiture. i would be so proud of the young boys and girls, standing tall, some rather shyly, but all you can see with shines in their eyes. they have come of age. the boys looked very smart in their striped green ties. then, there would be the formal swearing in of the new head of student leader, which means the current head will give his handover speech. this year is most poignant, because for one thing, i am not attending this as an HOD. it is different. i feel like an outsider looking inside a glass bottle. i wanted to be with the outgoing S5s, but was too shy, in case anybody would interprete my actions as being bossy. i wanted to thank them for their hardest work, doing duty, making rosters, planning, executing, getting cursed in the end by some rogue students. in short, they faced a lot of flak, just so to be responsible sl. now, that is respectable and commendable! Harith's speech was tops - it sounded sincere... :) i think, all said and done, it was a good show, being the first one held in Irsyad@SIH. Congrats to Zul, i know, we all know, you will be a great HSL, just like all your seniors before you....
July 31st 2009
Teacher's Day 2009
I normally don't like to celebrate Teacher's Day. Really. When I received any gifts, I will feel guilty - do I deserve such gifts in the first place? Do I deserve the 'accolades' that come with the gift? When I DON'T receive a gift from some students whom I sort of expected to get a gift (I know, I know, I am being presumptiously arrogant), I would feel kind of down and melancholic. So, I don't really enjoy teacher's day celebrations...
This year, however, was an exception.
In the first place, Teacher's Day falls smack in the middle of Ramadhan. Meaning, no 'official' celebrations. What a relief!
Secondly, the secondary kids are more shy and self-conscious than their primary brethens, thus, it is very highly unlikely that they will give away any gifts.
They gave away sms msgs instead! Oh! The messages were touching!Among these, one was really uplifting - it came from the mother of one of my S5 students. Imagine! Having a mother thanking you personally! I truly feel I don't deserve her praises...her daughter is a joy to teach, a fast learner, and very respectful. May Allah bless her family and all her sacrifices in raising her children to be good Muslims..Amin.
I ask myself too, why am I a teacher? Not quite an easy question to answer...I guess, to put it simply, I enjoy sharing what little knowledge I have with others. I have thrills when I see a confused face light up in understanding of the lesson, I am energised when I go around the class, I feel alive being with young people, dealing with young minds, aware that whatever I say today, might have an impact on their lives tomorrow. Yes. A teacher IS a powerful being. He can build, and he can destroys. He can create and he can reshape. Rasullullah s.a.w once reminded us to convey his teachings, even if it is only one ayat. A student dies with the same pahala as a mujahid, insyaAllah, if his quest for knowledge is based on pure aims and efforts. A Muslim, once he dies, will have everything worldly cut off from him, except for three things. One of these is the good knowledge he taught and practised by others. MasyaAllah!
Teaching, in a way, knows no time limit, no physical boundaries.
May Allah bless all my teachers for I am what I am, in part, through their efforts and belief in me and in what I can become and now, have become.
This year, however, was an exception.
In the first place, Teacher's Day falls smack in the middle of Ramadhan. Meaning, no 'official' celebrations. What a relief!
Secondly, the secondary kids are more shy and self-conscious than their primary brethens, thus, it is very highly unlikely that they will give away any gifts.
They gave away sms msgs instead! Oh! The messages were touching!Among these, one was really uplifting - it came from the mother of one of my S5 students. Imagine! Having a mother thanking you personally! I truly feel I don't deserve her praises...her daughter is a joy to teach, a fast learner, and very respectful. May Allah bless her family and all her sacrifices in raising her children to be good Muslims..Amin.
I ask myself too, why am I a teacher? Not quite an easy question to answer...I guess, to put it simply, I enjoy sharing what little knowledge I have with others. I have thrills when I see a confused face light up in understanding of the lesson, I am energised when I go around the class, I feel alive being with young people, dealing with young minds, aware that whatever I say today, might have an impact on their lives tomorrow. Yes. A teacher IS a powerful being. He can build, and he can destroys. He can create and he can reshape. Rasullullah s.a.w once reminded us to convey his teachings, even if it is only one ayat. A student dies with the same pahala as a mujahid, insyaAllah, if his quest for knowledge is based on pure aims and efforts. A Muslim, once he dies, will have everything worldly cut off from him, except for three things. One of these is the good knowledge he taught and practised by others. MasyaAllah!
Teaching, in a way, knows no time limit, no physical boundaries.
May Allah bless all my teachers for I am what I am, in part, through their efforts and belief in me and in what I can become and now, have become.
To Cikgu, this is for you:
kasih guru
sukar dimengerti, sering di salaherti
pujuk rayunya bak sang kekasih
ugut dodoinya bak sang ibu
jerih lelahnya bak sang ayah
gurau sendanya bak saudara dan mara
siapa yang tahu
senyum tangismu
siapakah guru di hatimu?
September 4 2009, 15.53 p.m.
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