whoa.. i have to admit.
Australian education system is waaaaayyyy advanced and well-resourced than ours.
but, hey, who's to blame eh?
its not that we are at the same par in terms of economic development either.
that's beside the point.
anyways...
i was assigned to enter a grade 1 class with my partner, fnar, to observe and experience the activities and routines in an Australian classroom.
and the result? i was sooooo immersed with the whole activity and the children, that I've forgotten about the notes that we had to take and to be presented next week!
darn.
oh well, it wouldn't hurt to copy from dear fnar eh?
ahhahahahahahaha
but the children are so sweet and cute and, oh yeah, did i mention that they're chatty too??
yup! they ARE. oh and they're not afraid to speak up their minds. much to my horror.
though we only get to spend 2 hours with the children, i can fairly say that i can almost imagine how my classroom ought to be in the future.
so today, I've learn a lot by letting myself got lost in the sea of children.
oh and i get to meet Corban, Tom, Lauren, Larasati and Joseph. oh and miss Larsen.
thanks a lot, kelvin grove college, junior school.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
hmm.... ??
just wondering.
how do we categorize ourselves?
as a muslim i mean.
are we :
a) committed muslims?, or
b) mere muslims?
now now..
lets be honest.
you don't have to tell anyone.
if you still lie, then
you are one of those in loss
for people who gain nothing are
those who lie to themselves.
how do we categorize ourselves?
as a muslim i mean.
are we :
a) committed muslims?, or
b) mere muslims?
now now..
lets be honest.
you don't have to tell anyone.
if you still lie, then
you are one of those in loss
for people who gain nothing are
those who lie to themselves.
Friday, July 23, 2010
hey hey listen here..
i am sick and tired of seeing
my beloved brothers and sisters
dying in the streets
shot, slaughtered, bombed
by murdering madmen with no brain
i am sick and tired or reading
about 'Muslims are terrorists' rubbishs
about how Palestinians, and afghans and Iraqis
deserves to die the way they did
with zero ounce of pity
i am sick and tired even more
when my brothers and sisters
refuses to see and understand
the simple fact of life
that Allah used to explain in Quran
that 'the Kuffars and Munaffiqin won't settle
until the blood of the last Muslim is shed
now listen here dear brothers and sisters
its time to stand up for what you are
its time to speak up for what you believe
its time to work on what duty bestowed to you
its time to bring back the empire
its time
its time
my beloved brothers and sisters
dying in the streets
shot, slaughtered, bombed
by murdering madmen with no brain
i am sick and tired or reading
about 'Muslims are terrorists' rubbishs
about how Palestinians, and afghans and Iraqis
deserves to die the way they did
with zero ounce of pity
i am sick and tired even more
when my brothers and sisters
refuses to see and understand
the simple fact of life
that Allah used to explain in Quran
that 'the Kuffars and Munaffiqin won't settle
until the blood of the last Muslim is shed
now listen here dear brothers and sisters
its time to stand up for what you are
its time to speak up for what you believe
its time to work on what duty bestowed to you
its time to bring back the empire
its time
its time
Labels:
emotions,
life,
poetry in motion
Thursday, July 22, 2010
i used to
i used to think
that You're unjust
letting me face obstacles
when others are happily living
i used to think
that You're mean
making me feel miserable
with life's unfair treatments
i used to feel
that You hate me
when the very world
i feel safe in
crumbles to dusts beneath my feet
i used to feel so lonely and dwarfed
when everyone around me
are laughing away together
and are blessed at every turn
now i'm proud to say
O Allah
i am wrong
You are Just
You are Merciful
You are Kind
and most importantly, You are always here with me
in the beating of my heart
in the breath i take in
in every cell of my being.
that You're unjust
letting me face obstacles
when others are happily living
i used to think
that You're mean
making me feel miserable
with life's unfair treatments
i used to feel
that You hate me
when the very world
i feel safe in
crumbles to dusts beneath my feet
i used to feel so lonely and dwarfed
when everyone around me
are laughing away together
and are blessed at every turn
now i'm proud to say
O Allah
i am wrong
You are Just
You are Merciful
You are Kind
and most importantly, You are always here with me
in the beating of my heart
in the breath i take in
in every cell of my being.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
sad sad story
MashaAllah..
i've forgotten to inform you all that i no longer use my lebara number.
i've lost my phone while browsing the street of Auburn, New South Wales.
i've tried calling it and texting it but no respond. i've also checked the data list of the account and the number had called a Malaysian number. i'm very devastated but Allah knows whats best for me. May the incident be a lesson for me to take greater care of my belongings. Ya Raheem, strengthen my heart so that i can forgo what i've lost and be more focused on my real responsibilies to You. Ameen.
P/s : Dear Mama and Ayah, i won't be calling you as frequent as i used to. i'm sorry. T_T
i've forgotten to inform you all that i no longer use my lebara number.
i've lost my phone while browsing the street of Auburn, New South Wales.
i've tried calling it and texting it but no respond. i've also checked the data list of the account and the number had called a Malaysian number. i'm very devastated but Allah knows whats best for me. May the incident be a lesson for me to take greater care of my belongings. Ya Raheem, strengthen my heart so that i can forgo what i've lost and be more focused on my real responsibilies to You. Ameen.
P/s : Dear Mama and Ayah, i won't be calling you as frequent as i used to. i'm sorry. T_T
Labels:
emotions,
going-ons,
la familia,
life
status saya.
disini ingin saya khabarkan, bahawasanya disaat ini saya tergolong dalam kalangan cohort 1 members yang MUFLIS.
dan disini juga saya ingin menyeru kepada seluruh umat cohort 1 agar menghalang saya dengan sekeras-kerasnya dari mengunjungi tempat-tempat peleburan wang seperti woolworth serta window shopping. sekian terima kaseh. T_T
dan disini juga saya ingin menyeru kepada seluruh umat cohort 1 agar menghalang saya dengan sekeras-kerasnya dari mengunjungi tempat-tempat peleburan wang seperti woolworth serta window shopping. sekian terima kaseh. T_T
Monday, July 19, 2010
now i know..
now i know
friendship lasts a lifetime
nothing could break it
except for Allah's will
yet, no human has the right
to separate friends
for friend are brethren
i am ashamed
for i try to play god
by wanting to unfriend you
i am so sorry friend
for i know you'd feel blue
as i've turned my back on you
is it too late to un-unfriend you?
how i wish it is true
that i'd be forgiven, i do.
friendship lasts a lifetime
nothing could break it
except for Allah's will
yet, no human has the right
to separate friends
for friend are brethren
i am ashamed
for i try to play god
by wanting to unfriend you
i am so sorry friend
for i know you'd feel blue
as i've turned my back on you
is it too late to un-unfriend you?
how i wish it is true
that i'd be forgiven, i do.
Labels:
emotions,
friends,
life,
poetry in motion
Sunday, July 18, 2010
aku sedang belajar
untuk mencinta
dirimu yang pernah ku kenal
juga pernah aku siakan
tidak layak rasanya
mengungkap rasa kasih
mengenang cintamu padaku
yang mudah ku endah
aku sedang belajar
mengikuti langkahmu
meniru lagakmu
mengalun katamu
mengkagumi sabarmu
memuja amalmu
manusia tanpa dosa
semoga aku cepat pandai
semoga aku cepat faham
kerna aku mahu jumpa kamu
wahai kekasih Allah.
untuk mencinta
dirimu yang pernah ku kenal
juga pernah aku siakan
tidak layak rasanya
mengungkap rasa kasih
mengenang cintamu padaku
yang mudah ku endah
aku sedang belajar
mengikuti langkahmu
meniru lagakmu
mengalun katamu
mengkagumi sabarmu
memuja amalmu
manusia tanpa dosa
semoga aku cepat pandai
semoga aku cepat faham
kerna aku mahu jumpa kamu
wahai kekasih Allah.
Labels:
bahasa ibunda,
life,
poetry in motion
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