Majlis Pertunangan Encik Saiful Bin Hamdan dengan Cik Hazrina Binti Haji Siri pada 25hb Disember 2008

Me and my little cousin, Zetty. She was wearing white cotton dress. Unfortunately, she needed a hair transplant.

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p/s: My nenek always says: Biar mati anak, jangan mati adat. Agree?

Fate or Destiny

A few weeks ago, I always in a state of thinking about my future. Stay single or get a spouse and get married. To be honest, I never have any intention to get married at all. I never plan or even worst think about it. What has made me start thinking? When my mother demised early this year, I realised that she had missed a lot of things. Especially to see her children starting their family. This issue has been brought up by my grandmother. Along with tears, she nagged me to start my own family.

Not only her, all the relatives started to question and they really want to see me getting married. What should I do? I did consult my father about this issue. He explained to me nicely that if I get married, my wife will take care of me. She will look into my meal and my clothes. She will take care of me because nobody will do that. He added that he understood that before this my mother was the one who made things happen in our lives. That is why when she had passed away, me as the elder sibling should find ways to fill in the gap that we have in our family.

After a very long thinking, I decided to accept my grandmother's proposal. I surrender my destiny in the hand of Allah S.W.T. If I am meant to be someone's husband, I will accept it. Without further delay, my grandmother started the procedure, "Merisik". I asked her who is the unlucky girl? She said one of my second cousin, with a very fine family background and I will never regret in my life. I asked myself, am I ready? Then I remembered, an Ustaz in UIA who taught me once said, "We will always never be in a state of readiness unless you get involved with it. Take the challenge, pray to Allah S.W.T for His Guidance and find ways to adapt with the situation. Insya Allah, you will never regret on what you have chosen."

Being single is the best. Many of my friends say that. But they and me never have experience being double. Who knows that they will be a great adventure lies ahead and it will bring happiness in my life. On of my colleagues once said, " Hidup seorang memang seronok, tetapi cuba bayangkan hidup berdua dimana kehidupan tersebut saling melengkapi, bantu membantu, penuh memenuhi dan nasihat menasihati. Betapa mudahnya hidup tersebut yang akan meringan bebanan yang kita ada sepanjang kehidupan yang amat singkat. Perkahwinan adalah ibadah dan sesuatu yang kita anggap sebagai ibadah tidak akan memberi sesuatu yang negatif dalam kehidupan kita. Terpulang kepada kitalah yang menentukan hala tuju perhubungan tersebut. Lagipun, kenapa kita hanya suka kepada benda yang senang? Ambil satu cabaran dalam kehidupan dan ia akan membahagiakan masa depan".

December here he comes

December is the last month in a year. December also is the month where me was born. This year, I have a different December. Last year in December, I was in Kuching accompanying my mother where she did her radiotheraphy. I had spent a lot of memorable time with her. She was precious to me. Honestly, I am never being fully recovered. I miss her badly as now I spend a lot of time alone at home. I can smell her fragrance and I sometimes can see her lying in front of TV, her usual spot. I miss her badly. I still remembered, when both of us in Kuching, she was crying in front of me when she heard from my father that they only had maggie noodle for Hari Raya Korban. Even though she was not a very excellent cook, but she never let us starved. The worst was we went out for dinner. In short, she was not only being missed by me but from the whole family.

In this year December also, we have celebrated Hari Raya Korban. The thing that makes a difference this year was, I celebrated my birthday on that day. That is because, on my birthday, I will be in school. I will be on duty for three days. When I was shopping for my birthday cake, I brought along my favourite cousin, Mohd Mahathir Hakim a.k.a Athir to join me. I was the one who supposed to be excited but the scenario had changed. He was very excited because he was born in December too. So, he expected that he would be celebrating together. It ended up with my cake was decorated with green tea fresh cream icing with Ben 10 picture. Very interesting. Whatever it is, the birthday party was a boom and both of us received a lot of wishes from the family. To Athir, i really treat you like my little boy. Happy Birthday.

Shai...........Part 2

After finishing my secondary education, I was afraid that I would not be selected for the matriculation level. It was very fortunate that later I did receive one from the Matriculation Centre of International Islamic University. There were a lot of things happened. Too many and I did not have time to share one by one. Hehehehe............ Till now, none of the experiences I had regretted. They taught and gave me a very good lesson and memory.

Memories.............

I am not going to explain anything. Just enjoy the pictures. They are all about me.

Shai????

Dear readers,

Assalammualaikum and a very good day to everyone. When I was browsing the net, suddenly I was called to share something with all of you.

I was born on 11th of December 1979 in Miri General Hospital at dawn. I was the first child for a newly wedded couple Hamdan and Zainap. From the picture, I was born in a very good shape as what I am now. Hehehe.........(You know what I mean and I am not going to explain anu further.)

Being the first child in a family was a blessed as from the recorded stories, I was pampered and all the intention had been given to me. However, I am never been spoilt (kaedahnya). I started schooling in Tabika Perpaduan and had my primary education in SRK Sayed Othman Miri. Later for five years, I had my secondary education in SMK Agama Miri which had given me such good memories. I did not recall some of the important events but I do believe, it must be something special.

to be continued.........

Majlis Doa Restu SPM 2008

Every year, our school will organize an event to bless the SPM students. The school believes that teachers' and parents' blessings are vital and important in the students' success. I was there as a part because I was teaching them English in Science and Technology this year. So, I was standing in front of the crowd to give speech. Trembling? Yes, but I managed to speak confidently. The content of the speech were all about answering tips and hopes. In short, I always wish the students to do well in their examination. Students who read this blog, please do your best.

SMK Bakong Boot Camp 2008

A week before we teachers have our holiday, the administration of the school had organized a boot camp. So no escape for me..... Just for that day, I had spent a lot for my attire and the sport shoes, last not to be forgotten my pink socks.

That day started with the strecthing by one of my colleagues, Ariffin. Then, the session started with the commander, the army sergeant... We were scared by their commands and voice. There were many things happened on that day. Our PK Ko-Ku almost pengsan.....lawaklah....that is why at the end of the session. I told her that next year, I will tell all the students that we teachers did better than them in 'kawad'. We did it under a scorching sun and we were ok. And I added, the strongest person was PK-Ko-ku. She was angry when she heard about it. However, she will be leaving us for a new school.

The session ended at 11.30 a.m. What a relief for me. Hehehe.....I spent only 30 minutes in the session. The rest I pretended to be sick. Hahahahaha....trick........

A lucky Escape

It is 7.30pm and it was raining. I had a meeting at 8.00pm and I was still 30 minutes away from my workplace. The road surface was slippery. I drove at average 60 to 80km/h. At a curve before Kabuloh, suddenly I saw two cats were playing in the middle of the road. I had no choice and I pressed my brake pedal. My ABS (auto brake system) functioned and locked my four wheels. My car was skidded for a while and headed to a bush. Last but not least, I realized I was landed in a drain (luckily it was dry) and I managed to get out from the car. Thanks a lot to my colleagues, Rama, Cheng, Heman and Awie who were accompanying me until the tow truck took out my City out of the drain. What an experience!!! Some of my friends called asking my condition and I did call some friends but what I received was "Padan Muka" (after being translated) I did not know whether to get angry or to feel sad but I only managed to grin when listening to that compliment. Deep in my heart, what comes around, goes around. I will never pray any bad thing but I do believe 'hukum karma'. To those who shared my lucky escape, thanks a lot. Here are some pictures of my girlfriend. She needs some cosmetic surgery to touch up the front bumper. ( Sik sangka ehhhh.........aku ala ala Raikonnen, leh aku apply drive F1 kak tok. Ahha......!!!!!!!!!)

Hari Raya and the Elderly

Each year since I was born, Hari Raya will be celebrated not only by the children, but the celebration itself is something special for the elderly. For instance, a house that does not have senior citizens will be less visited compared to a house that has one. As this year in my family, we lost our mother but luckily we still have our grandmother. She is the one who is wearing the white with blue flowers baju kurung. She is 82 years old (that fact is according to the certificate that she posseses), but I believe she is older than that. Her name is Hajjah Maimunah Haji Isa (Nek Mai). She comes from a big family. Infact, the one who is sitting on a wheelchair is also my grandmother from my father's side. She is 2 years younger than Nek Mai. Her name is Rajemah Haji Isa (Nayeng). The one with emerald green baju kurung is Habibah Haji Isa who being called by us as Nek Hu. The one in the middle is Nek Isah (Aishah Ismail). This picture was taken in Balingian in Nayeng's house. This house also was the place where my mum collapsed which later taken her life. Nek Mai has 14 siblings. She is number six and Nayeng is number 7 while Nek Hu is number 12. Out of 14, there are only 8 left. On the first day Hari Raya at my home, the house was packed with people. My sister and I were very busy entertaining the guests. The living room and the kitchen were full with relatives. Maybe they were trying very best to console us after the demise of our mother. They did it very well. Thanks a lot. Anyway, for the elderly, Hari Raya is the day where they can meet and mix around with all ages. Like my Nek Mai always said, "Who knows this Hari Raya might be my last raya." To all the elderly...long life and have a prosper life.

Ex-SMKA Miri Iftar Gathering

MIRI, SATURDAY, September 27, 2008. An iftar gathering was held at Nasi Lemak Rasa Segar opposite of Kampung Wireless. The particpants mostly have chosen the buffet style (sort of - buffet tapi makanan dah habis sebelum waktu buka puasa) and a few of them have chosen ala-carte menu. The restaurant which is well-known of Nasi Lemak was well-packed with people. The participants of the gathering were Puan Normah, Puan Faridzah & husband (with 2 nephews), Cik Rogayah, Cik Aswita, Cik Dayang Noryasmin, Cik Haliza and the writer himself. The Iftar gathering started with the loud voice of Cik Aswita as she was the one who was really excited to see the crowds. (No wonder she was called as 'R_b*t' back in our school days). Along the event, there were hundreds of picture shootings with different poses. The picture snappings were taken not only from Cik Rogayah's superb camera, but also came from the camera of Cik Dayang and the writer. The end-products are excellent. In my next posting, I will share the pictures taken during this gathering. After completing our food, we decided to go to Imperial mall to have a look at a tripod at Sony Centre as Cik Rogayah planned to have one. However, we went out without a tripod and landed up in Madli Restaurant: Cik Dayang spared some of her purse content on Satay and drinks. In short, the gathering was a succcess and we are looking forward to have another one. To all of you guys : thanks a lot. Muahhhhsssssssssss.........

With Love;
Mr Shai Hamdan

Majlis Anugerah Pelajar Cemerlang 2008 is around the corner yar!!!!

Dear Readers,

In my previous post I did share my stressful experience. This time, I would like to share the joy and the happiness of the students.

On this coming Friday, my school will organize "Majlis Anugerah Pelajar Cemerlang 2008". Around 316 students will receive awards and prizes for their achievement. After 2 weeks of hectic days and nights, we are ready to give our best for the students.

Thus, to all my students.........wish the best to all of you.

Salam Sejahtera

Thanks to the Rabbal Izzati.....I feel much better today.....My chest is not really painful when I cough. Thanks again.

As in this posting, I have a lot of things to share. However, I will only share something that happened to me this morning.

Every Thursday, my class is very early as 6.50 - 8.10 am. I will be entering 5 Science 2 for English in Science Technology class. In my previous lesson, I have given them a chance to copy down an article about Diabetes. So, I expected them to bring along the written copy. Guess! Few of them told me: Teacher, mine is at the hostel. I felt like to cut their head. What a stupid reason.

I spent more than 30 minutes nagging at them. All the things that I kept all this while I threw it out to them. They get as good as they deserved. I wonder, will they change?

When I think it again, in my own experience, I never did this when I was schooling (correct me if I am wrong my fellow schoolmates). Especially when it came to teachers who I really afraid of. Sejarah - Puan Bhal, BI - Puan Hai, BM - Cik Zahura, Maths - Puan Bahjah, Syariah - Ust Bakti. I would try my best to do all the given tasks as perfect as I could.

In Sejarah, Puan Bhal taught me to be perfect. I still remembered she pushed me and all my classmates to write essays and essays especially when the SPM was around the corner. Puan Hai with her English essays and dictionary reading. Cik Zahura - she was furious when I got F9 in my second trial (because of the foolish essay that I wrote about a setinggan village with beautiful scenaries). Puan Bahjah - she always compared me with Ezzardin (the best math student - sort of). Last but not least Ust Bakti with his X-ray eyes. I did not dare to look him in the eyes. He always claimed that he could see what the bad things we did... scary ooo....

And then again when we look it back, most of the past generation products are very independent. Most of the us have a very stable career and life. I wonder what will happen to this new generation where they are really dependent. They even are spoon-fed in the class. They do not even bother to bring a dictionary to school. They never ask questions but expect their teachers to give answers. The greater part is, they never appreaciate the efforts done by their teachers. The very best example that I can share is the one that happened to me. Wrote on the whiteboard, asked them to copy down and finally when I wanted to discuss, they told me that they have left their copy in the hostel.

Oh my Lord, I surrender myself to your Greatness and wish that You could award me with Patience and Resilience. I pray to the Al Mighty in hoping that I will be more passionate and resourceful to face the future. Aminnnnn....................

The more I write, the

Ntah apa apa ntah

I don't feel well. Down with flu. No idea to share. My feeling is still blue....

Last whole week, I have watched a Japanese Series "Hana Yori Dango 1 and 2". It is a Japanese version of Meteor Garden. The plots and the characters gave huge impact on my emotion....Berangan je lebih....

Now....still terbayang-bayang the main characters... Tak caye, you watch it by yourself...better than Meteor Garden.

Yesterday, bought another Japanese boxset..."Innocent Witch". I had watched this series earlier but I felt like to watch it again. I have not touch it yet. It is still nicely in Speedy plastic bag. I think I better watch it after I finish marking my exam papers.... Huhuhuhu.....two classes to correct......tinggal essays part je....x larat....

Till the next posting....Sorry...No pics include....Still could not find my digi cam....Misplace....

Pictures of 2008

Late Mummy
Auntie Maria n hubby uncle Eden
The family
My sis n Mak Oga (Mp kawasan Tanjung Manis)
You know who

Kak Jee a.k.a Fauziah Latiff
You know who they are?
My beloved sister
Salleh (my cousin) with my granny
Kak Jee n my sis

It's Raining.....

Dillah once wrote about raining, and here let me write another version of it. In my work place, when it rains, it means muddy shoes....ahhaaaaa(ala ala Miss Fran Fine in 'The Nanny'). As the fifth day of Ramadhan which on Friday, rain poured down starting from dawn and I heard from my friends (via ym), it is still raining at the time I type this posting. Must be very cold. So, the activities of teaching and learning will be very slow too. We teachers, we have this syndrome, "It's raining class, very comfortable right. So we better save our voice and enjoy the weather. Do exercises from this page to this page!" or worst "Sleepy huh! Me too! Do your own work k!" Then, the teacher will bury his/her face in a bunch of essays or books that need to be corrected. One of colleagues did say about a statement referring to Bakongites teachers. "Unpolished shoes with mud, must be SMK Bakong teachers...." Our school SMK Bakong Miri even though has received a lot of awards (Sekolah Harapan Negara and Kualiti Menteri Pelajaran), we still far behind in term of facilities. We do not have enough rooms, enough laboratories, small staffroom (when it comes to a transitional phase : Morning and Afternoon session teachers in the staffroom, it will be crowded and noisy) and muddy pathways. However, there are a lot of improvement been done by the school communities. The students and the other teachers (a.k.a not me) do a lot of things that make the school alive. The new project is the clock tower; an imitation of Big Ben I guess....In the next posting I will share some of the pictures of the school. Happy Fasting!!!!!

More Pics...KPLI 2005

Posers.....
As if....

Waiting for the lecturer....

Pose....

Marriot n Spa .... Convocation 2005 function...

Control...........pose....smile....