school memories..

This week is my school memories..Hmm..not so much of memories that I can recall. However there a few that came up in my mind during this time. Well, my primary had bitter and sweetness as a kid, a student, a daughter. I studied for six years in SK Sultan Sulaiman II (SS2). Firstly, when we registered for Standard One, every parents will waited for us the first day of school, right? So same with me, my mom waited me outside from the class as others but I just asked my mom went away from the class. I did not want to see her there, so I just asked her to go to work and left me alone. Unfortunately, my mother just waited there behind the doors and I could not see her at all. Later in recess, she kept watching me from distance and when my school finished, she took me home, she had scolded me about my reaction and I just kept quiet. Later she went back to the office. in the evening, she told my father about that and my dad said she already can do by herself. The next day, my mom did not wait for me anymore. Sometimes, when I recalled this moment, I had mad at myself because of the action. Maybe I do not want my mom to look after me that time because I can handle myself already. 

Secondly, Standard Four and Five, two years I had participated in Choral Speaking team for my school. For several times, it was awkward moment when we need to act in front of others, memorize scripts with actions and so on. Later we practiced and practiced, we already had courage to do everything in public. During competitions, sometimes we won the first or second place. During competition, we had our own enemy; the one next to us, SS1. Our school is side by side and a line of big, tall, shady trees only separated us at the school field. So, the school always became our enemy. Back to choral speaking, we had won the first place for school level during my Standard Five. That year, we won every competition until we can represent our school for School, District, and State level. Unfortunately, we lose and got the fourth place for our State level. If we win the level, we can represent our state to Sabah for national level. So sad! My Standard Six, just focusing to UPSR.

My primary's Badge

Okay, now we move on to my secondary's memories. I continued my five years in SMK Sultan Sulaiman (SS). Normally, for this school, people called us "SS Menengah" because of the same name with the primary. There are also people called us "Syok Sendiri" because cluster school and full with athletes, we more to sport centered, but our academic still excellent too. Okay, this time I had known about love or we can called as 'cinta monyet' or monkey love! It is normal event, right? Everyone had their monkey love during school hood. Haha, it happened during my Form Three, I had same class with him and then, we started to know each other. We spent time, laughed together and still together until Form Five. However, during my Form Four, we had a 'nice' fight and we could not speak for six months! I just did not bother it and I knew it was my fault but I just let it be. After that, our friends advised us to discuss and settle our problem nicely. Later, we got back together after bored with our friends' advises and their nagging. 

Another mistake I had done, I did not invite him for my class trip. Hahah! Each school will have school trips to travel around the Malaysia. My Form Four, we had school trip to Genting Highlands and Kuala Lumpur for three days two nights, that time I did not asked him to join us. I would not bother myself to ask him at all. What an evil! Therefore, we went to Genting and had our fun for two days. Snow World, Outdoor Theme Park, Indoor Theme Park and so on. I loved those memories, having fun with friends, games, coolness of the place! Next day, we went to Kuala Lumpur to cover up our activities in Genting, as we all know school trip is a learning trip. After we reached our school, my form teacher had been called by principal regarding the matter. Later, we had been warned by PK Hem, PK1, and a few more to make sure our class would not managed any trips anymore. Our class considered a BLACKLIST! The boy laughed evilly to me. What ever!

Form Five, we focusing to our SPM and there is nothing much memories that time. Schools also have camping trips, events, cross-country and many more so I always joined every activity my school held from Form One till Form Five.   

My secondary's Badge

My school

Eleven years schooling, there are a lot of memories we knew and remembered. Those memories are several which I can recall. Every memory had a lot of meaning to me.

person who inspired me?

In my life, I have parents, uncles, aunts and everyone giving advice to me since childhood to be a good girl, smart student, nice, kind, and hardworking and so on. Even we just have three people; my parents and I, but every person in my family; were such nice and good adviser to me. They always scolded me if I did mistakes but I knew they loved me more!.

The person who inspired me was my late step grandfather brother; I called him as Ayah (mother's side). He was so nice and treated me as his own grandchild. His wife is Mak and they had three children which are Syo, Ya, Cu. Started from my primary; Ayah always took care of me, fetching me from schools, tuition, extra classes, and so on. Ayah still working on JKR's department and Mak was a housewife. If I had classes in the evening, Ayah will fetch me and send me to my house. Sometimes in weekend, I slept at their house just to be around with Ayah. Sometimes, the three siblings were envy to me and they knew Ayah loved me. That time, Syo got offer letter to continue his studies in USM Pulau Pinang. After three years, he had graduation day so we three families; Ayah's family, my uncle's and my family went there with van to join him on his Graduation Day. During that time, I was in Form One; Ayah had spoken to me, "Ain, one day you will be here." That time, I had realized Ayah totally wanted me to be a successful person. Started from that, I made him as inspiration to myself. A few years later, Ya had her graduation and Ayah stilled spoke to me similar to Syo's graduation. Same goes to Cu's; Ayah still spoke to me like that. After that, I had my SPM results; it was not good enough. Everyone was upset with me except Ayah. He said, "It is okay, next time try harder". That time was sad moment to me because I had disappointed them especially my mom and Ayah. 

I had continued my foundation in Selangor and also Ya had been offered to pursue her masters level in UK on 2009. During departure; Ayah spoke to me again and he said "Later, I would like to send you in this gate". I heard and replied to him "Yes, you will send me". I cried and cried the whole night. Ya completed her Master and that time I was in my degree level. I remembered Ayah totally proud with me and he cried during my registration day. End of 2010, we went to Sabah to meet Syo because he was teaching there.

After a while, we had discovered Ayah had tuberculosis (TB) and his lungs were not well-functioned. Middle 2010, Ya got married and the reception was awesome because Ayah had sang a few songs to us. We were delighted looking him that time. Even he sick, but he did not showed to us at all. Ya and her husband stayed in KL due to their working places.  Early April 2011, Ya gave birth her first daughter in Hospital Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia (HUKM). Ayah and Mak totally excited with their first grandchild. They went back to Terengganu and Ayah was happy to play and accompanied his grandchild. 

After that, he started to badly cough and cough and cough until he was admitted to Intensive Care Unit (ICU). We were sad and afraid might something bad happened to him. However, our God loved him more; 30th April 2011, the doctors had confirmed he was gone. At night, I heard the news and said to my mom, "I want to go home". That time, I was in the middle of examination week. That night; my grandma, Ya's husband and I rushed back to Terengganu and reached there around 8 a.m. I started to cry when I saw his body lying there. I recited Yassin, prayers and hugged my mom and cried loudly. Everyone was gloom and sad looking him. I could not see him at all. I said to my mom, 'He did not send me yet" and my mom replied "Fulfill his wish". Currently, I further my Masters level, on my registration day; I had spoken to Mak, "I can feel he is here". Mak just smiled to me. One day I will depart to continue my Phd to fulfill Ayah's wishes. I always remind myself Ayah is looking from there hence I have to try harder and harder to make sure he proud with me! I love you, Ayah!

Ayah and Mak

During Ya's wedding   

  

   My family. Ayah was the fourth from left.(Sabah)

childhood ambition..

Wow! Childhood ambition! Well I guess that particular time I had a lot of ambitions but I could not recall which is the most favorite to me. Well, I guess it was a child right? so it would not a big deal for adults to know our ambition. 

Let me try recall first..Hmm I think I want to be a teacher. I used to be in 'pasti' or kindergarten but this one is more to religious one; that is why the name was "Pasti As-Sabiqun". So far, our 'ustazah' or teachers always reminded us on how to be a good student so this is the starting point my ambition is want to be a TEACHER. I just want to educate people as my teachers one day. They taught us many things for two years and even we had choir or 'nasyid' competition and we represented our state; Terengganu to national level. The competition held on Pulau Pinang. The teachers were struggled to bend us to be good and smart students. 

During my kindergarten, I started to be a teacher. I will call upon around five cousins approximately my age as my victims to act as my students and we were having lesson in a 'mini class'. Actually, the class was just a few chairs made by pots or bricks and the blackboard was sands or lands. So everyone will circle around to see the 'blackboard' and every eyes were focusing to the soils. I taught a few things and giving them home works too.  Hence, they just raised up their hands to ask questions randomly to me.  Basically, the lesson was just on based what my teacher had taught me in class. So I shared the input to my students a.k.a my cousins. They never scolded me or refused to act like that and later, in different time; next cousin will took turn to be a teacher. If I not mistaken, the lesson was just nonsense and I had no idea what I was doing that time.

In addition, when I am having exams in my real class; I will distribute exams too into my mini class. The questions were superb ridiculous that came out from my mind such as "when did you bathed?" or "who is your crush" or "are you going to marry me" and so on. Totally, the class did not boring at all and full of laugh. We were kids so we would not know the exact meaning of the lesson. Sometimes, my grandmother joined our class too and she acted like "Guru Besar" or headmistress. She will come over to our class and checked our cleanliness such as clothes, nails, hairs, and faces including the teacher too; me. If she saw untidy and messy; she will 'rotan' us with a wood stick or in English, we called as beat.

She will nag till end of the class. I also was one of the victims and automatically acted as a student. One of my cousins will rang a bell used his mouth to make her stop nagged. Everyone will said thank you to our headmistress and started to run away and left everything behind. This mini class held every Wednesday but we always take turn to teach the students.

During our primary schools, my cousins and I were seldom seeing each other anymore. My family moved out from my grandmother's house (my father's side) when I was in Standard Two. Primary schools already a boring era for me because of no one take care of me so my parents sent me up to my grandmother's (my mother's side) after school. While i was there, there was no one who same batch or age with me; so I rarely to play teacher-teacher again and I was just completing my home works, playing by myself, helping my grandma's and waited my parents to fetch me up in the evening. 

Those days were still remained in my mind until now. From this childhood ambition, I keeping my words to be a teacher one day, Thankfully, I finished my study, had my interns and I was offered to be a lecturer. That was not my exact goal but I am totally happy that it was similar job as a teacher. I still can educate people in my life. Lecturers and teachers is just same condition; educating people in daily life to generate successful people!