Thursday, 25 September 2014

Rindu kawan-kawan blogger. Tak tipu.

Bismillah.

Assalamualaikum.

Dah lama tak menulis dalam Bahasa Malaysia. Asyik tulis dalam English sebab memang nak sangat improve dalam English. Nak buat macam mana, dah namanya guru bahasa Inggeris kena lah boleh berbahasa Inggeris dengan baik, ye tak? *lap peluh jantan di dahi*

Serius cakap, bahasa Inggeris aku dah berhabuk. Bukan berhabuk sebab banyak sangat perkataan dalam kepala otak sampaikan susah nak dibersihkan (bayangkan perabot yang sangat banyak sampaikan banyak habuk kat celah-celah). Tapi sebab dah lama sangat tak guna dan aku adalah spesies manusia yang keras hati (sekarang bayangkan perabot sikit je tapi dah bersawang dalam setor). Kalau aku tak nak, memang aku akan cuba cekalkan hati tak nak buat. Dan aku jarang speaking English dalam kelas sebabnya ada suara kecil dari otak yang cakap Noor jangan cakap English nanti kau mess up buek malu je kek bebudak ROFL.

Dah. Bukan menulis nak mengumpat diri sendiri. Nak bagitahu bahawasanya aku rindu ramai orang. Aku rindu kawan-kawan blogger yang dah lama tak dijenguk. Kawan blogger yang dulunya selalu rajin kunjung-mengunjung lepas tu macam tak sah kalau tak komen dan komen selalunya ada kata-kata smeangat yang tak bosan baca. Kenapa tak jenguk? You may ask. Dan aku akan keluar dengan bermacam-macam alasan. Alasan yang agak popular ialah aku sibuk dan line internet tak mengizinkan. Euw so yesterday punya alasan.

Ok. Seriously. Serius rasa bersalah. Sebab these persons/bloggers yang aku rindu-rindukan ni were there when I was at my lowest. Contohnya seperti kak Ya, kak Dinas, Missha, IM, Azzizatul Huda, Sajida, kak Ayu dan raaaamai lagi! Tiba-tiba, aku rindu nak kembali pada satu zaman. Zaman hati masih terasa luka. Zaman hati masih perlu pada kata-kata nasihat, semangat, penyedap rasa. Memanglah, manusia ni tak pernah puas, kan? Sekarang dah sembuh nak luka pulak? Aku pun tak faham -.-

Untuk kawan-kawan blooger yang dah lama tak dijenguk dan menjenguk. Jangan risau, aku tak lupa in shaa Allah. Dan nak bagitahu ni, aku dah posting. Guru Bahasa Inggeris tingkatan 4 dan 5. Mohon doakan pelajar-pelajar aku cemerlang SPM 2014.


Rindu! In shaa Allah akan datang menjenguk nanti :)

Monday, 15 September 2014

Maturity is reading this entry maturely.

Bismillah.


Assalamualaikum.


Mature. Seriously, I don’t know how to explain the word ‘mature’. And I am also too lazy to get the ‘Kamus Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka’ in my room (note that I am writing this entry in the dining room). Hence, I will come up with my own definition of mature from the deepest dictionary somewhere in my brain.


For me, mature is when you can make decision without hesitation and the decision is yours truly. And while making it, you are in a calm state of mind. Like for example; you are riding a bicycle and suddenly this brain-dead-maniac chicken passes in front of you doing it goofy head dance. What would you do? Would you avoid it or would you just trample over it with your flowery bicycle tyre? Or would you just shriek out of panic and end up in the sewer? If you are driving it fast, what would happen if you hit the brake? Well, don’t crack your brain. Those were actually just rhetorical questions. What I really mean is, if you are a mature person, you can make decision calmly. Something like that.


And my friend defines mature as accepting yourself as you are without giving a damn with others’ judgment.


Why the hell I rambled about being mature?


Well, it is just having a career makes this word spoken to you like every second minute hour and day of your life. This is frustrating and frustrating (sign of vocabulary lackness).


Let us take a peek of these two situations.


Situation 1:

“Noor, be mature. You act like a child.”

“You are a teacher now. You are expected to be mature.”


And there is this;


Situation 2:

“Wow. You are a mature person now. I don’t like it. I missed the time we spent together.”


*I feel like laughing while rolling on the floor.


Here’s the thing for situation 1. I like goofing around and I don’t want to release and let go the child inside me. I don’t want to feel old. It’s okay to be old but to feel it? Why would I bother not living my life to the fullest just because people want me to? And the thing that I done is not that humiliating enough that they want me to not doing it. I observe other senior teachers and they are okay about having dolls as key-chain and hoo-ha-ing with their students. Or maybe it’s just senior teachers can do it? This newbie must act maturely? Yikes. This mature word is beginning to sicken me just to think of it.


And for situation 2, you call people mature for not spending time with you without considering the fact that you have rejected their invitations of hanging out together few times. Not to mention the promises you have broken which has made them the person that you think they are. Mature.


Just live your life as you want it to be. You are not going to be young and energetic forever. Don’t be bed-ridden regretting every single moment of your life following others’ rule of living that you forgot to enjoying your own. And don’t let inconsiderate-promise-breaker person steal your joy!



p.s Oh. Forgot to tell you. I am posted in my hometown. 5 minutes away from home. Feeling? Share with you about it later!
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