Happy Teachers' Day... NOT!

Okay, so Little Miss is in primary school. Last year, during Teachers' Day, she didn't get her teacher anything, despite her teachers getting all the kids Happy Mother's Day cards for their moms. I didn't want to force feed something to my kid without them understanding what it's all about, so what I did was explain to her what the day is all about. She didn't look too convinced, so I didn't want to make her do something blindly, not understanding what it means. So, no gifts and what not that year.

This year, I think she kinda got the hang of Teachers' Day. Actually, she caught on kinda quick last year, after seeing her friends and seniors getting gifts for the teachers. She said something to that effect. It might also be peer pressure, and my kid just didn't wanna be left out, so I decided, what the heck, let's just get the teachers something anyways, cos they are doing an awesome job with the kids.

So fast forward to this week. Monday, no school, cos the school had their annual Sports Day over the weekend. Tuesday, Little Miss got fever, so no school for her then either. Wednesday was when she went to school. Coincidentally, Wednesday, 16 June, is Teachers' Day. I've already bought the Teachers' Day gift earlier, so I told Little Miss to bring them to school on Wednesday.

I got back home that Wednesday evening, lo and behold, the whole dang bag of Teachers' Day gifts was at home. I asked Little Miss what happened, she said, the teachers told her to wait until Friday to give the gifts cos that's when the school is having their Teachers' Day celebration.

Oh, okay. 

Wait. Hold up a minute. 

What. The. Fuck?

Really, I don't mind them having the one day celebration thing. To be honest, I actually remember the days when we used to have that at school, where we'll have performances, the teachers will sing the 'Kami Guru Malaysia' song, the HM reading the Education Minister's speech -- all of that and more, so I get it. But never could I understand why is it they feel necessary to tell a 7-year-old girl to take back a bag full of her gifts of appreciation for her teachers because she wanted to give her on the God-damned wrong day? Seriously? SERIOUSLY? WHAT THE FUCK?

Okay fine, hadiah aku beli tak de lah grand sangat. Benda bongok je pun. Mug. The kind yang ada roses tu.  Biasa je. Less than RM5 pun to be honest. But when I showed them to Little Miss, her eyes lit up, like they were the most awesomest thing she could give her teachers. So I decided there and then that money for those mugs were money well spent. Tapi, bila Little Miss nak bagi, dan cikgu kata, eh, tak boleh bagi hari ni, bagi hari lain, kau rasa apa yang aku rasa bila aku dengar dia cerita macam tu? Little Miss looked like she always does when she told me that, but all the while I was thinking, whatthefuck, whatthefuck, whatthefuck? 

Haih. I don't knowlah. Do you think I am overreacting? Rileklah, suruh bagi hari Jumaat, bagi Hari Jumaatlah. What's the big deal kalau kau kena suruh bagi hari Jumaat pun. Thing is, pada aku, tak patut jadi pun benda cam tu. Kalau dia nak bagi hari ni, biaq pi kat dia la. Yang hangpa nak paksa jugak bagi hari Jumaat pasepa. Susah sangat ka kalau dia nak bagi hari Rabu tu?

Seriously. I dunno lah why these people are like this.

What happened to teachers like this lady?

extra prescription. yes, the Teddy Stallard story is fiction, I know. But what's more important is that I actually know of teachers who are like that in real life, so there.

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[Pinjam ayat blogger Lady Rara : I am friggin typin this with my middle finger, yo! Dan warning, aku banyak mencarut lam entry ni]

Aku bukannya pandai sangat. Jauh. Aku ni bodoh sebenarnya. Banyak benda yang aku tak tahu. 

But the thing is, as stupid as I am, I choose not to share my stupidity with everyone. Well, maybe not everyone, maybe with my friends. On Facebook, particularly. 

I am seriously pissed off. There's this one person, trying to act all smart and almost daily, shoving his political crap down every one of his Facebook friends' throats. Thing is, the guy is actually smart. And funny. I like him. He's also nice. But seriously bwoi, bring your friggin lopsided political arguments to someone who cares, dude. 

And then, there's this other girl. Also very opinionated. I like her. She's an old, virtual friend. Since I met hubs online, I kinda have a soft spot for online friends. Again, same thing, lopsided political agenda again and again. Aku pernah dengar, dulu-dululah, ada orang pernah cakap dengan aku, kalau suka jangan semua dipuji, kalau benci jangan semua dikeji. Faham tak? Aku tahu kau pro-belahmanamanaengkauprolahakudulikapa, tapi perlukah kau kongsikan semua propaganda kau dekat wall kau? Keyboard warrior kan? Suka sangat merogol button share dan like? HARAMJADAH. At least, fikir boleh? Ulas boleh? 

I have a few other friends, pun sama, sharing all their different political views. And I like all of their postings. You know why? Because, unlike some people, THEY ADD TO THE DISCUSSION. They actually think and digest and conclude AND THEN SHARE. Not becoming a mindless consumer, consume entah apa-apa, lepas tu share plus merempan sikit-sebanyak. KEJADAH? One of this friend I like happens to be in Dewan Muslimah PAS. Aku orang UMNO, aku mengaku. Tapi aku still respect dia. Aku still follow updates dia. Sebab argument dia membuatkan aku berfikir, bukan membuatkan aku meluat. Lepas tu, we go our separate ways lah. FAHAM TAK? Tak ada issue convert-mengconvert political beliefs di sini.

And another thing, kau dah besar kan? Tengah ambik Masters pun kan? Akai tak boleh guna gak. Kau reti tak research? Reti tak? RETI TAK MADAFAKAR? Kalau tak reti, meh aku ajarkan. Research  sepatutnya ialah mengajar kita untuk tidak mengambil sesuatu pada face value. Kau kena dig a bit deeper. Ini tak, nampak je link yang menarik, terus click share. JADAH WEI? Minah ni, dok share apa kau tahu? Share satu gambar screen-capture Facebook account sorang mak yang gurau-gurau (albeit kasar) pasal nak jual anak dia sebab anak dia kuat nangis. Kau ada inisiatif search ID mak baby tu? Allah, guna search bar kat atas tu je pun, bukan susah mana pun. Kau ada inisiatif nak tahu KENAPA mak tu post macam tu? Tak ada kan? Lebih senang, kau prosecute sekarang (KAU MAK HARAMJADA PEREMPUAN, SEBAB KAU NAK JUAL ANAK KAU) daripada taking the time to find out what's going on. PUKIMAK KAU LAH!

Aku tahulah, benda macam tu tak sepatutnya keluar daripada seorang emak. Aku pun ada anak. Dua orang. Tak menang tangan. Nakal. Berakal. Panjat-memanjat. Pukul-memukul. Gaduh. Bergumpal. Aku jadi tarzan at least sejam sehari. AT LEAST. Does that make me a bad mother? Anak-anak kau angel kan? Bidadari sorga macam Mak Pak dia. Dok diam. Kentut pun bau wangi. Berak pun kua Kentaki. Bila-bila nangis, bukan kua 'uwaaa, uwaaa' tapi keluar lagu InsyaAllah Maher Zain, kan? Patutlah.

Hei bongok, meh sini aku ajar kau the power of research. Thing is, ada satu adat, kalau baby sawan nangis, ubat dia, baby tu kena jual. Bukan jual betul-betul, bahalol. Jual tipu-tipu. Lepas tu, kononnya, baby tu akan elok. Aku tahulah, benda tu khurafat (tapi aku memang ahli neraka pun, ikut kau, kan? Nasib baik Nabi SAW yang kasi syafaat, doh, mungkin jugak aku bau sorga kat akhirat nanti. Kalau engkau?). Mak budak tu usaha. Mana kau tahu, panjang, pendek, kering, basah doa dia pada Allah nak handle anak dia, bodoh? 

Itupun nak kena ajar ke? Suka sangat button share tu kan? BODOH. SHEEP. Ikuttttttttt je apa yang orang share, apa yang orang like. Kalau sekadar ikut, satu hal. Ini yang share seolah-olah benda tu kau tahu fakta luar dalam apa hal? Dahlah tu, share tweets daripada entah sapa-sapa, tapi tak pernah kredit. Aku tahulah, aku follow orang yang sama, bodoh.

DISCLAIMER: Minah yang aku maksudkan ni bukan sworn-enemy aku. Dia tak de hal pun ngan aku, kecuali, benda-benda macam ni lah. Aku dah hide dia dah, so yeah, I know how to set my Facebook status updates displays. Yang benda ni, terkeluar sebab a few mutual friends started commenting, so benda ni pop up again and again. So I thought, let's, once and for all, vent everything I have to say about this, and see how it goes. Kalau lepas ni aku hangen lagi, aku unfriend je lah dia.

Oh, and another thing, mak yang jual anak tu, aku tak kenal pun dia sapa. Dia tak de bayar pun aku. Dan aku tak beli pun anak dia. For all I know, memang dia nak jual pun anak tu. Tapi pada aku, that is not the point. Aku bukan kat sini nak discuss pasal the deterioration of society, sampai nak jual-jual anak. The bigger problem or issue to me, is kenapa, hal-hal macam ni, RAMAI SANGAT BUTTINSKI, JOYAH  DAN YANG SEWAKTU DENGANNYA. Dahlah menyibuk hal orang, lepas tu pandai-pandai nak menghukum. Tapi hal macam Dirang, Sharlinie dan Nurin, TAK DE LA PULAK, melainkan untuk membincangkan macam mana Mak Dirang is a bad mother sebab leka main Facebook dan Bapak Nurin ada masalah itu ini, sebab tu anak dia kena bunuh. 

KENAPA FUCKERS? KENAPA FUCKERY SEBEGINI HIDUP BEGITU MEWAH DAN LUMAYAN KAT MALAYSIA NI?

La Valse d'Amelie

This...



is stolen form God's MP3.

ps. Di manakah DVD Amelie aku?