Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Fact and Fiction (Activity 3)


at the back of a class situated near the staircase, three elementary school students are listening attentively to their teacher's every word. despite seated at the back of the class, with the dustbin and brooms placed not far away from their seat, the students did not show any discomfort. the students are sharing a set of questionnaire questions and their obviously displayed confused facial expression explains their situation. wide, crystal clear eyes looks at the teacher, swallowing her every words and tries to understand the teacher's explanation. meanwhile, the teacher, in a blue baju kurung and white tudung, patiently explains to the students. with a pencil ready in one hand, and an eraser on the desk to rub off any mistake or wrong answers, one student is ready to answer the questionnaire.


around them, in other parts of the class, there are a few other teacher trainees wondering around, trying to help other students in the class who are facing any difficulties in answering the questionnaire. at one corner of the class, a male teacher is bent over a desk, helping a student who are obviously needed help. he then decided to squat down and continue his explanations. it seems like the student appreciate his actions as a warm smile crosses his wide face.

at the middle of the class, two students are competing with one another to finish the questionnaire first. the first boy, in a blue shirt, is determined but his friend are not going to give up. a handful of sweets promised by a teacher in front of them is too tempting a treat to be left unclaimed.

sitting quietly at the front row of the class is a girl wearing a blue baju kurung. she sits alone, and just shakes her head when a teacher asks if she needed help. but, as time goes by, she lifts her head and took admiring glaces to two male teachers who are discussing at the teacher's desk. one of the teacher caught her eye and smiled. lowering her head and slightly blushed, she returned the smile politely and lowered her head and examines the paper on her desk.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

i am only me..

journal entry 7: imagine yourself a child prodigy who is not understood by people around you. you long for friendship and a normal life. write a poem describing your life.

i am only me

don't stare at me
don't judge me
don't expect much from me
because i am only me

i'm suffocating
under the scrutiny of the people around me
what is so special about me?
because i am only me

people always come and go
but none leave footsteps in my heart
i long for care and concern
from a friend which is a person

i am not a thing
i am a normal human being
don't run away and deserts me
because i am only me

the dreaded chain

the dreaded chain

Mountains of work
Piles of responsibility
But everyone has their own limits
And mine is finally here.

Let me be in peace
Let me finally rest
My sweet escape is right in front of my eyes
This gilded cage is chaining my leg
Oh let me free!

>from me to my boss

wish you were here!

wish you were here

Sandy golden beach
Bright hot sun
But that doesn’t bother us
As we are having fun

The vacation is almost over
We could sense the time is near
But heaven is right in front of us
How we wish you could be here
With us having fun!

from the family to me

one last wish...

One last wish

My dear child,
First I am sorry
For leaving you to carry this burden
Of curing solitude

It was fate that took me away
For my time has come
But please help our hero
To mend and accept the fact
With open arms

My only wish in flesh or ashes
Is for him to be happy
Not sorrowful or sad
Now that I’m gone
My wish is this
For you to help the king
To find his tune again

from grandmother to granddaughter

Thursday, September 18, 2008

tune it up!

tune it up! for grandfather...

you lost your smile,
you lost your laugh,
you lost your soul,
when she died.

my old best friend,
i miss your love,
i miss your laughter,
i miss your jokes.

but most of all,
i miss out time together,
the untold secrets,
that only you and i know.

how i wish,
with all my heart and soul,
that you could be whole again,
finding new light
for the remaining years
and being able to find your tune,
even if it means
you are dancing to it
all on your own.

remember my dear,
your family is here,
i am here,
ever ready to help you
and guide you,
to take your first step
to be whole again...

mine

small, quiet, quaint,
green that promises peace and tranquility,
valuable things all over the place,
on the floor, under the bed, behind the desk,
but it is all that is precious to me,
my room, my heaven, my own.

stacks of books on one corner,
and boxes of shoes on the other,
piles of clothes on the floor,
and mountains of pillows on the bed,
it is signed "no entry",
exclusively preserved for my return,
my room, my heaven, my own.