convenience

Today I have my Form 1 class and I taught them about adjectives to describe their fathers physically and also the personalities. So I asked them to find the adjectives from the newspapers and cut them out... later on, they have to create a poem for fathers and use the cut out words. A couple of students cut out the word "convenience". Then they asked me how to use the word "convenience" in their poem. I was like spontaneously "hmmm ok how about this: my father is convenience just like the ATM every time I ask for some money he will give me some..." They giggled. Funny aye? What do you think? :-)

twelve songs

stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
silence the pianos and with muffled drum
bring out the coffin let the mourners come

let aeroplane circle moaning overhead
scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'
put the crepe bow around the white neck of public doves
let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves

He was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week, my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

the stars are not wanted now, put out everyone
pack up the moon, dismantle the sun
pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
for nothing now can ever come to any good..

i watched four weddings and a funeral a few days ago and i was reminded of fred. may he rest in peace. Amen

What my father doesn't know

My father is not tall,

Nor dashingly handsome,

Not the knight in shining armour

And I doubt the suit would fit him well.

Plus, he'd look ridiculous in it,

on a horse.

My father does not sing like Tom Jones,

nor dance like Fred Astaire,

though on many occasions

when we were young and noisy

he would do his best impression

of The Beatles.

My father doesn't own a computer.

He doesn't even know how to turn it on,

and forever wonders how the Internet works,

what chatting is all about,

why does a Book has a Face,

or is it a BLOG, or a BLOCK?

My father knows what an APPLE is.

How hard can it be?

It's either green or red!

Oh, he knows what WINDOWS are.

They are of many shapes and sizes.

Who am I kidding?

My father owns a handphone.

He's not that ancient!

When the phone beeps of messages,

he does nothing,

'cos he can't retrieve it,

'cos he doesn't know how.

But my father would be worried sick,

if any of us fell sick.

My father would endure the sleepless nights,

anticipating how we'd do in the exams.

And then more sleepless nights,

pacing every square metre of the house,

when the results were due.

My father is not my friend,

he deserves better than that.

He has never failed me, nor the rest of us

He is THE Father that we have,

that no other can have.

I now understand,

why he was sometimes such a pain,

he was only being a FATHER.

any of you remember this?

Sonnet 43 from Sonnets from the Portuguese

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

- Elizabeth Browning

i revisited certain memories from this sonnet after reading Paolo Coelho's entry today. Hope that you enjoy it...and his blog as well.

Word of Wisdom, from my Founder President

- Professor Emeritus Tan Sri Dato' Sri Dr Limkokwing
Founder President, Limkokwing University of Creative Technology

My prince

OK I started off with the story of the day Nabilhariz Was Born! - Thursday, February 23, 2006

Since the pregnancy was past due date 11 days and I did not have any sign of labour, my hubby and I went to the clinic early in the morning to get the hospital admission letter and so I was admited to the Malacca General Hospital on the 23rd Feb. I was anxious. When I reached the hospital, the doctors did some check up and what not, they put the dopler on my tummy to monitor the baby's heartbeat and after awhile they found out the sign of fetal distress as the baby's heartbeat was irregular - it was high; over 160 and suddenly dropped as low as 70 something and then went up high again. One doctor was swearing "Oh S***!" as he was checking the monitor and I knew it something was not right and I was panicked. Another doctor told me that they have to cut me open to save the baby. I was asked to sign a few papers. A nurse quickly inserted the urinal bag. I was given some medicine and had a drip in my arm. Another nurses helped me changed into the hospital attire then I was quickly pushed into the Operation Theater. I was extremely nervous. On the way to the O.T. I met my hubby and I can't help it I shed some tears. It was 10a.m. I was in the O.T. I had to sign a paper - a high risk of throwing up because I took breakfast (I was told that it has to be 6 hours after eating before operation) Luckily I did not have big breakfast that morning; I had only 2 pieces of nuggets and a glass of milk before going to the clinic, and by then I was hungry again. A heart monitor was put on my chest. Then I was injected with epidural in my spine and a few minutes later my lower body felt numb. I cant move my feet but I can feel when the nurses touched my legs. I cant see the actual operation as a screen was put across my chest so I won’t be able to see the doctor making the cut but I can feel it. Oh my! I was half awake anyway. Then suddenly I felt something was taken out from my tummy and I heard the baby was crying. Somehow I knew it's a baby boy. Then the cry faded away. Awhile later a nurse came to me and showed the baby to me and she asked me to have a look at the baby and asked me to say it out loud whether it's a boy or girl. It's a BOY! Deep down in my heart I was delighted, as I had a strong feeling all this while that it's gonna be a baby boy; so his name would be Muhammad Nabilhariz. I think an hour later I was pushed out from the O.T. I saw my hubby and my parents-in-law. I was taken to a room where they monitored my B.P. etc. etc. After awhile I had to wait before they took me to the ward. I was freezing cold. Shivering! Then the hospital matron brought the baby to me and then I was pushed to the ICU room. There I met my hubby and my parents-in-law. Hubby told me that the doctor told him the baby had 50-50 chance. He said was scared and didn't know what to do except prayed to Al-mighty Allah while waiting outside the O.T. Thank God by 10.43 am the baby was saved. It turned out that was the umbilical cord complication - cord entanglement to the baby's body. My hubby, Nasz and I were very happy and it was unbelieveable to see baby Nabilhariz right in front of our eyes. Everyone was delighted, especially my parents and my parents- in-law. My mom took a bus down to Malacca to join us, but my dad couldn't come as he was in Sabah, working at that time. But after all, it all went well. What an experience as I wasn't mentally prepared to undergo the C-section. I'm grateful, really :-)

The Elders

Clouds are flowing,

My mind is drifting,

I am floating,

breathing,

To no one knowing,

I am thinking,

missing

you.

~felt a bit empty when writing this. Anyway, love you girls.