Wednesday 28 October 2009

Betapa Masa Cepat Berlalu




Semalam bila saya buka facebook saya lihat ada gambar anak saya yang sulung dan yang nombor 2 semasa mereka kecil dimasukkan oleh sepupu saya Amirah. Apa yang saya rasa ketika itu ialah my heart melt dan rasanya sungguh cepat masa berlalu. Dari kanak-kanak yang comel(siapa lagi yang nak kata anak mereka comel selain maknya kan) mereka telah menjadi anak remaja. Serasa tak puas menikmati keadaan masa mereka kecil dulu.

Walau kepayahan dan dugaan membesarkan mereka bermacam-macam tapi bila melihat gambar mereka masa kecil mesti hati akan menjadi sebak campur bangga kerana dapat membesarkan mereka sehingga sekarang. Teringat pula malam tadi abahnya mengamuk bila bil telefon banyak Nabil dengan sms yang banyak (400 sms)ditambah dengan bil Naqiuddin tak tanya lebih lanjut berapa banyak pula yang digunakan tak sanggup nak dengar sebenarnya.Berdiri macam orang salah (memang salah pun)depan abahnya, kena dengar ceramah tentang penjimatan pengunaan telefon. Masalah selesai bila mereka bayar balik bil telefon masa itu juga(ada je pulak duit budak 2 orang ni).Kami sebagai emak dan abah bukan nak berkira sangat cuma nak mengajar supaya bertanggung jawab dengan setiap perbuatan yang dilakukan. Walaupun sebenar mereka berdua anak yang baik tapi kadang-kadang kita perlu menegur juga mereka untuk memberi peringatan.

18 comments:

  1. mmg cepat masa berlalu...
    cuani pun terharu mase tgk gamba diorg tu kat FB... sangat comel...
    semoga terus membesar menjadi anak yg soleh...

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  2. ASSALAMUALAIKUM PUAN!

    Saya bagi pihak CENDEKIAWAN EDUCARE mengucapkan berbanyak2 terima kasih atas kesungguhan dan keikhlasan puan sekeluarga mengadakan Majlis Sambutan Hari Jadi anak puan di CENDEKIAWAN EDUCARE pada hari Isnin lalu. Dari gambar yang dilampirkan, ternyata Naufal dan semua anak 5 tahun kami teruja dan gembira.TERIMA KASIH kerana memberi kredit kepada guru kami. Sejujurnya bukan suatu hal yang mudah untuk mengendalikan anak2 dalam jumlah yang besar. Saya telah membaca semua entri puan dan saya SALUTE akan kebanyakan TULISAN. Anak2 yang dididik dengan penuh kasih sayang akan membesar dan menjadi dewasa yang penuh dengan kasih sayang juga. Puan TIDAK PERLU TERLALU gusar dan membandingkan PENCAPAIAN AKADEMIK anak-anak puan dengan saudara2 sepupu anak puan. 5A dalam UPSR, 8A dalam PMR hatta 20A dalam SPM sekalipun, belum menjanjikan kecemerlangan dan kebahagiaan dalam hidup. Pada pandangan saya, yang penting adalah bagaimana mereka mengatur kehidupan mereka kelak. Walaubagaimanapun kita sebagai ibu bapa, bertanggungjawab memastikan anak-anak mendapat ilmu yang sewajarnya. Puan tidak perlu berkeras atau memaksa Naufal dalam hal kelas renang beliau. Mana2 anak pada usia ini gemar bermain di air. Bermain di air adalah peluang yang ditunggu2. Bermain di air dan kelas renang adalah 2 perkara yang berbeza. Puan harus mencari jalan bagaimana ingin menarik perhatian Naufal supaya meminati kelas renang. Anak2 pada umur ini tidak tahu apa faedah kelas renang dan tidak dapat menyelami hati ibubapa kenapa ibubapa menghantar mereka ke kelas renang. Jika puan sekeluarga berkesempatan bercuti ke Langkawi, ambillah peluang membawa anak2 ke Pulau Payar. Di sana anak2 boleh mendapat pengalaman melihat dasar alam lautan dari paras betis hinggalah ke kedalaman yang diingini. Dari situ puan boleh menerangkan kenapa puan menginginkan anak2 puan pandai berenang. Kemahiran berenang memberi ruang kepada anak2 puan meneroka satu bidang kerjaya yang jarang Anak Melayu kita ceburi. Siapa tahu anak puan terdorong ke arah itu. Saya bertanya anak puan, "Naufal tonton GAMAT yer?". Naufal mengangguk. Bila saya meminta beliau menceritakan apa yang ditonton beliau hanya tersenyum. TAK TAU. Ia berbeza jika Naufal berpeluang melihat semua watak dalam Teater GAMAT di alam laut yang sebenarnya..... CENDEKIAWAN EDUCARE bercita2 untuk membawa Anak2 CENDEKIAWAN EDUCARE meneroka alam lautan suatu masa nanti. Mungkin December 2010 jika KEMBARA ANAK CENDEKIAWAN 2009 pada 6 hingga 10 Disember 2009 berjalan lancar seperti yang di rancang. INSYAALLAH!

    TERIMA KASIH.

    WARGA CENDEKIAWAN EDUCARE.

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  3. "Naufal mak harap naufal akan menjadi anak yang soleh,rajin belajar dan seorang yang berhemah bila dewasa nanti. Bila naufal dah pandai baca nanti mak akan buka blog ini untuk baca apa yang mak tulis ini ya .So naufal Selamat hari jadi yang ke 5 sayang."

    PUAN!

    Dilampirkan coretan seorang ayah (Raymond Al Aaron) untuk anak perempuan (Juli-Ann) beliau yang amat dikasihinya. Mudah2an coretan ini menjadi inspirasi untuk perisian blog untuk untuk tatapan anak puan seperti yang dihasratkan di atas.
    Shortly after my daughter Juli-Ann was born, I started a loving tradition that I know others (with whom I have subsequently shared this special plan) have also started. I tell you the idea here both to open your heart with the warmth of my story and also to encourage you to start this tradition within your own family.

    Every year, on her birthday, I write an Annual Letter to my daughter. I fill it with funny anecdotes that happened to her that year, hardships or joys, issues that are important in my life or hers, world events, my predictions for the future, miscellaneous thoughts, etc. I add to the letter photographs, presents, report cards and many other types of mementos that would certainly have otherwise disappeared as the years passed.

    I keep a folder in my desk drawer in which, all year long, I place things that I want to include in the envelope containing her next Annual Letter. Every week, I make short notes of what I can think of from the week's events that I will want to recall later in the year to write in her Annual Letter. When her birthday approaches, I take out that folder and find it overflowing with ideas, thoughts, poems, cards, treasures, stories, incidents and memories of all sorts - many of which I had already forgotten - and which I then eagerly transcribe into that year's Annual Letter.

    Once the letter is written and all the treasures are inserted into the envelope, I seal it. It then becomes that year's Annual Letter. On the envelope I always write "Annual Letter to Juli-Ann from her Daddy on the occasion of her nth Birthday - to be opened when she is 21 years old." It is a time capsule of love from every different year of her life, to her as an adult. It is a gift of loving memories from one generation to the next. It is a permanent record of her life written as she was actually living it.

    ..... BERSAMBUNG

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  4. sambungan .....

    Our tradition is that I show her the sealed envelope, with the proclamation written on it that she may read it when she is 21. Then I take her to the bank, open the safe deposit box and tenderly place that year's Annual Letter on top of the growing pile of its predecessors. She sometimes takes them all out to look at them and feel them. She sometimes asks me about their contents and I always refuse to tell her what is inside.

    In recent years, Juli-Ann has given me some of her special childhood treasures, which she is growing too old for but which she does not want to lose. And she asks me to include them in her Annual Letter so that she will always have them.

    That tradition of writing her Annual Letters is now one of my most sacred duties as a dad. And, as Juli-Ann grows older, I can see that it is a growing and special part of her life, too. One day, we were sitting with friends musing about what we will be doing in the future. I cannot recall the exact words spoken, but it went something like this: I jokingly told Juli-Ann that on her 61st birthday, she will be playing with her grandchildren Then I whimsically invented that on her 31st birthday she will be driving her own kids to hockey practice. Getting into the groove of this funny game and encouraged by Juli-Ann's evident enjoyment of my fantasies, I continued. "On your 21st birthday, you will be graduating from university." "No," she interjected. "I will be too busy reading!"

    One of my deepest desires is to be alive and present to enjoy that wonderful time in the future when the time capsules are opened and the accumulated mountains of love come tumbling out of the past, back into my adult daughter's life.

    MUDAH2AN PUAN MENDAPAT SEDIKIT MANFAAT DARI CORETAN DI ATAS.

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  5. Salam whoever you are,
    terimakasih banyak-banyak keatas semua komen yang sangat membina,and I really need that.Malu campur terperanjat besar bila melihat comment yang datang dari sekolah Naufal.Nasib baik saya tulis yang baik-baik tentang sekolah naufal he he(memang excellent pun).Ada ramai orang yang tanya tentang sekolah naufal dioffice. And I telah beri ulasan sebaik mungkin mengenai cendekiawan Educare. Saya menulis blog ini lebih kepada untuk anak-anak and family tahu apa yang saya rasa mengenai mereka. And it is more like a diary to me.Once again whoever you are terima kasih banyak-banyak ya. You juga seorang penulis yang baik,boleh jadi blogger ke dah ada,boleh saya jadi follower pula.Kalau kita jumpa tegurlah saya ya.Take care:-D

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  6. SOMETHING TO SHARE

    My mum told me before she died that love was something you couldn't see or touch unless you know it's there

    READ THIS

    Even though it was only September, the air was crisp and children were already whispering about Christmas plans and Santa Claus. It made the already long winter months until Christmas seem even longer. With each passing day the children became more anxious, waiting for the final school bell. Upon its ringing everyone would run for their coats and go home, everyone except David.

    David was a small boy with messy brown hair and tattered clothes. I had often wondered what kind of home life David had and often asked myself what kind of mother could send her son to school dressed so inappropriately for the cold winter months, without a coat, boots, or gloves. But something made David special. It wasn't his intelligence or manners, for they were lacking just as his winter clothes were. But I can never recall looking at David and not seeing a smile. He was always willing to help and not a day passed that David didn't stay after school to straighten chairs and clean erasers. We never talked much, he would just simply smile and ask what else he could do, then thank me for letting him stay and slowly head for home.

    Weeks passed and the excitement over the coming Christmas grew into restlessness until the last day of school before the holiday break. I can't recall a more anxious group of children as that final bell rang and they scattered out the door. I smiled in relief as the last of them hurried out the door. Turning around I saw David quietly standing by my desk.

    "Aren't you anxious to get home David?" I asked.

    "No," he replied quietly.

    Ready to go home myself, I said, "Well, I think the chairs and erasers will wait, why don't you hurry home?"

    "I have something for you," he said and pulled from behind his back a small box wrapped in old paper and tied with string. Handing it to me, he said anxiously, "Open it." I took the box from him, thanked him and slowly unwrapped it. I lifted the lid and to my surprise saw nothing. I looked at David's smiling face and back into the empty box and said, "The box is nice David, but it's empty."

    "Oh no it isn't," said David. "It's full of love. My mum told me before she died that love was something you couldn't see or touch unless you know it's there... can you see it?"

    Tears filled my eyes as I looked at the proud dirty face that I had rarely given attention to. "Yes, David, 'I can see it," I replied. "Thank you." David and I became good friends after that Christmas and I can say that with the passing years, I never again let the uncombed hair bother me, and never forgot the meaning behind the little empty box that set on my desk.

    INSYAALLAH AKAN MEMBERI PANDANGAN MENGENAI
    "abahnya mengamuk bila bil telefon banyak"

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  7. my eyes also tears bila baca cerita ini,thank you very much,you mesti seorang yang suka membaca,because you have a lot of stories, and all the stories is good. seriously you also can be a blogger in good way lah bukan macam I kadang-kadang merapu juga. Hope to hear from you soon....

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  8. "SERIOUSLY YOU ALSO CAN BE A BLOGGER"
    Betul ker? Akan ada penggemar? Follower?

    Berbalik kepada "abahnya mengamuk bila bil telefon banyak"

    KENAPA KITA MENGAMUK? KENAPA KITA MARAH? SALAH SIAPA BILA KITA MENGAMUK? SALAH SIAPA BILA KITA MARAH? ADAKAH SALAHNYA TERLETAK PADA ORANG YANG KITA MARAH? ATAU ADAKAH SALAHNYA TERLETAK PADA ORANG YANG MARAH ITU SENDIRI?

    Sila puan buka laman web ini dan TELITI.

    http://s3.amazonaws.com/readers/2009/08/17/groeningcartoon_2.jpg

    NAMPAK KELAKAR TETAPI ITULAH REALITI DI CENDEKIAWAN EDUCARE DAN DI MANA2 PUSAT JAGAAN KANAK2. Kerenah anak2 yang adakalanya mengundang kemarahan pengasuh atau guru. Pada saya, pengasuh atau guru marah kerana pengasuh atau guru itu sendiri memberi ruang kepada dirinya untuk marah. Apakah ruang2 itu? Ini terjadi kepada diri saya sendiri. AMAT MUDAH KITA MENCIPTA KEMARAHAN. Saya masuk kelas NAUFAL untuk mengajar dengan penuh yakin. ASSALAMUALAKUM! Waalaikumsalam cikgu! HOW ARE TODAY? I'm fine cikgu. ARE YOU HAPPY? Yes! I'm happy cikgu. WHAT DAY IS TODAY? Today is Wednesday cikgu! SAYA PUN BERGERAK KE PAPAN PUTIH UNTUK MENULIS 'WEDNESDAY' DI SUDUT ATAS SEBELAH KIRI PAPAN PUTIH ITU....... TAPI WHITE BOARD MARKER TAK ADA. INILAH RUANG YANG SAYA MAKSUDKAN. Saya meninggalkan kelas untuk mendapatkan pen. Tidak lama saya meninggalkan kelas. Hanya sekitar 1 minit. Bila balik ke kelas sebahagian dari situasinya seperti yang tergambar pada gambar di laman web yang saya lampirkan. Saya tidak menyalahkan murid saya. Saya menyalahkan diri saya sendiri. SAYA MARAH DIRI SAYA SENDIRI KERANA TIDAK MEMBUAT PERSEDIAAN YANG RAPI.

    Semoga puan mendapat mesej saya mengenai "abahnya mengamuk bila bil telefon banyak".

    400SMS. Katakan setiap kali berinteraksi mengambil masa lebih kurang 1 minit. lebih kurang 400minit = lebih kurang 6jam WOW! BERSAMAAN 4 PEPERIKSAAN KERTAS MATEMATIK PMR 40 SOALAN pada zaman saya.

    SAYA AMAT PARTICULAR MENGENAI PENGGUNAAN TELEFON BIMBIT. Masa makan nikmatilah hidangan dalam ertikata sebenarnya. MATIKAN HP. Masa tidur nikmatilah tidur dalam ertikata sebenarnya. TIDURLAH! MATIKAN HP. Masa belajar,belajarlah dalam ertikata sebenarnya. MATIKAN HP.

    OLEH KERANA SAYA NI SEORANG GURU (WALAUPUN HANYA GURU TADIKA)KISAH2 YANG SAYA PAPARKAN ADALAH KISAH2 DALAM LINGKUNGAN DUNIA GURU.

    HERE'S ANOTHER ONE. HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT.

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  9. I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insights with a classroom of students. The class was nearly over, and as the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, "Before class is over, I would like to share with all of you a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important."

    "Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment. Perhaps this is God's way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day." Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see - it could be a scent - perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground."

    "Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the 'stuff' of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at any time...it can all be taken away."

    The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook.

    Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double-dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do.

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  10. Salam cik Teacher,
    curios juga macam mana you tahu,mak naufal ada blog ya.

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  11. semua anak mak jana saya sayang... mak jana pun saya sayang nasi goreng mak jana saya rindu... wuuu

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  12. hari ini mak jana masak tempoyak udang ingat cik chu kat cambodia

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  13. Kami di CENDEKIAWAN EDUCARE berkhidmat menurut SOP yang ditetapkan. Itu adalah amanah. Kami juga sedaya upaya berusaha menepati Logo CEMERLANG, GEMILANG, TERBILANG. Antara yang boleh kami lakukan adalah berusaha mendapat mendapat maklum balas dan teguran dari ibu bapa. Teguran yang baik dan SANJUNGAN kami jadikan perangsang untuk memberi mutu perkhidmatan yang lebih baik lagi. Ini boleh diperoleh melalui internet. Di situ saya menemui NAJIDFAMILY.BLOGSPOT.COM.

    Saya sedang menyediakan bahan Pengajaran dan Pembelajaran Bahasa Inggeris 2010. Malam tadi saya mampu menghasilkan 2 sahaja. Saya menggunakan gambar NAUFAL sebagai gambar latar. Saya boleh beri salinannya kepada puan dan puan boleh kembangkannya sendiri kelak mengikut citarasa puan.

    31 OCTOBER 2009
    Today's word is Sulk
    SULK
    Do not sulk, Naufal
    Do not be moody.
    Gambar latar Naufal menangis sebeluam ke Jamuan Hari Raya Aidil Fitri sekolah.

    1 November 2009
    Today's word is remember
    REMEMBER
    When we remember, we think back.
    Naufal is trying to remember how to make a fruit salad.
    Gambar latar Naufal meniarap seolah2 sedang mengingati sesuatu. Itu gambar Naufal sedang membaca buku Ultraman yang telah diedit.

    Saya sertakan ANEKDOT di bawah gambar mengikut imaginasi saya.

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  14. Wah saya berbesar hati jika dapat salinannya,and kita tengok apa yang kita boleh buat dengannya nanti.

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  15. APA YANG KITA BOLEH BUAT DENGANNYA?

    Sudah tentu boleh digunakan zaman berzaman.
    Hingga ke anak cucu.

    Dijadikan buku? Dipasarkan?

    Saya sudah lama ingin membuat ini dan saya mula membuatnya 2 minggu lepas. Saya ingin menggunakan gambar foto tetapi SUKAR UNTUK MENDAPAT GAMBAR FOTO. Kebetulan beberapa gambar NAUFAL di blog puan menepati TODAY'S WORD saya. Tak tau lah berapa banyak perkataan baru saya yang saya mulakan sejak sekian lama. Saya akan suaikan mengikut usia anak2.

    Puan tinggalkan CD kosong atau pendrive di pejabat esok pagi atau bila2 masa. Saya salin masuk dan puan boleh mendapatkannya pada waktu petang. ATAU EMAIL?

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  16. SOUP FOR TODAY

    Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge..
    The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, ‘Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'
    The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.'
    'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.
    'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.

    'If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go.
    But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.'


    In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.

    So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...
    This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings.

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  17. email me at jana.suzana@gmail.com

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