Thursday, May 31, 2012

Pesta Cerpen: Kompetisi Aksara

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Pesta Cerpen: Kompetisi Aksara

Anda Kreatif?
Penuh Imaginasi?
Tidak tahu ke mana mahu disalurkan?
Jom sertai Pesta Cerpen anjuran Warna Kaseh!
Hadiah menarik menanti anda!!!

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Jom menulis!

Monday, May 28, 2012

Friday, May 25, 2012

dunia blog 2011 dan 2012

Kalau tak silap aku la, tahun lepas memang ramai rakan blog berpusu-pusu menulis dan meninggalkan komen. Kalau tak melawat kawan-kawan tu, kira tak sah sehari berblogging. 

Aku kenal Orlando Ahmad (ehem), Tukang Karut, Iema Ackles, Nonie, jomsantaisekejap, blog tips kurus, khalis, penjajah minda dan ramai lagi.

Tahun ni memang masih ada yang aktif menulis. Tapi bukan aku. Komitmen menghalang aku menulis. Lagipun idea dah kering. Haha! Kawan-kawan aku yang lain pun dah macam suam-suam kuku. Ye, memang ade update. Tapi tak de la macam dulu kan? Hehe

Dunia masih sama. Manusia berubah.

Monday, May 14, 2012



any good word starts with the letter eych is awesome.





We are the 'Eych' es

Saturday, May 12, 2012

kecik ati kiter

Hari tu kan .... rasa² nya hari khamis malam jumaat. Hari tu kan , hujan renyai². Sejuk wooo... sampai tulang hitam. Kiter tak der tempat nak tumpang berteduh..... tetiba kiter teringat rumah awak dekat jer ngan tempat kiter tuh... Kiter pun pergi lah rumah awak....

Kiter ketuk pintu.... 1x, 2x, 3x, 4x, 5x, 6x, 7x, 8x, 9x, 10x, 11x,12x,13x, 14x, 15x, 16x, 17x, 18x, 19x, 20x, 

awak buat dek jerr.... ohhh malam jumaat kot...

Kiter pun ting tong awak... ting tong, ting tong, ting tong, 1x, 2x, 3x, 4x, 5x, 6x, 7x, 8x, 9x, 10x, 11x,12x, 13x, 14x, 15x, 16x, 17x, 18x, 19x, pon awak buat tak tau jer ....

Peh tu kiter dengar ada orang jalan kat pintu umah awak, plahan² buka pintu.... Ohhhh ada jugak orang kat umah, boleh saya btumpang teduh.... kok² adala kopi panas ker... milo panas ker.... cek kodok ker...lempeng gula merah + susu ker..., peria masak lemak cili api ker.... ala... maklumlah.. hujan, kiter lapar, cam dah lamer jer kita tak makan... Tapi yg kiter kecik ati sangat tuh... bila owang tuh bukak jer pintu....dia terus tutup balik.... tak sempat pun kiter bagi salam.... heh..... walaupun owang kate kiter tak der hati perut, tapi kali ni betul² kecik ati kiter tau...

yang benar,

sumber: emel aku le...

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Teddy Stoddard - An Inspiring Story

There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on her very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer-the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing)

Warm someone's heart today. Pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time  read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? Tomorrow? Just DO IT.