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my english too much worseI had to give a short presentation on Malaysia for Ihsan's class during their geography lesson today.I was the bus monitor today, so transportation was no issue. I just told the bus driver that he didn't have to wait for me to return with him on the bus, and walked into school with the kids. The presentation was okay. I showed the kids where Malaysia is on the map, talked about the weather a bit, led into how the weather is very conducive for plants to grow and therefore we have lots of rainforests, how the government takes good care of the natural resource by having forest reserves and national parks, which then led to me showing pictures of our recent trip to Taman Negara National Park. My audience oohed and aahed at pictures of the kids walking on the canopy bridge, swimming in the clear river and the blow-pipe demonstration. In the end I asked "So, who wants to visit Malaysia?" and all of them put up their hands.. tee hee! Ihsan gave them some 'Visit Malaysia Year 2007' stickers as souviners. My only gripe is that I think my spoken english is really deteriorating. I had trouble forming my sentences properly a few times during the presentation and when I was trying to answer the kids' questions. Sometimes I didn't even know whether I made any sense. It's different when you're writing. You form the sentences in your head first, then you type it up and then correct your mistakes later. When you talk, the thought and correction process have to be made on the fly, and I think my brain have gone a little rusty. This discovery bothered me a bit for the rest of the day ... ... until I boarded the bus to pick the kids from school. The bus driver asked me, "Ma'am, this morning you not coming?" Thinking that he is asking me why I did not board the bus in the morning (when I did), I answered, "I *was* on the bus this morning, remember? I just didn't come back with the bus" "Yes," he said, "I waiting waiting, 8:10, I think maybe you no coming" He meant that he had waited for me to return to the bus untill 8:10, when he gave up and drove back to the compound without me. "Eh, but I *told* you I wasn't going to come back with the bus. I told you , you did not have to wait for me" I insisted. "ah", he gave in, "maybe I hear ..." and he made like a confused sign. Gosh. Maybe if i had not said "I will not be coming back with the bus, so you don't have to wait for me", he wouldn't have been confused. Maybe if i had said "I not coming, you no wait" , with a little waggle of the head, he would have understood me. I think I should talk less to bus drivers and talk more to english speaking folks. The Pregnant ManI saw the pregnant man on Oprah last night.I expected it to be shocking, but I was suprised that I wasn't that shocked. Anytime the topic of transgenderism is brought up, I am often reminded of the religious lesson I had in high school, where we learnt about khunsa, the malay (arabic?) word for transgendered individuals. I learnt then that Islam acknowledges the existence of transgenders. From what I remember, transgenders are expected to make a decision (when they are matured enough to make that decision) on which gender they chose to live the rest of their lives. They are then expected to follow the rules and dress codes based on the gender they chose. I also remembered my teacher mentioning about transgendered people whose gender may 'change' in time. I was confused about that bit. How does a person's gender change from time to time?, I asked. My teacher explained something about changes in their body affected by the cycles of the month and such. I still didnt understand it till I got much older and watched more Oprah. So maybe that's why I didn't feel so shocked or offended by the pregnant man's situation. In fact, i felt kind of in awe of Allah's greatness. I mean talk about fate and destiny... if the guy wasnt previously a woman, he and his wife wouldnt have been able to have their own baby (because his wife had no womb). Masya-Allah indeed. And hearing this story just makes me feel amazed at the beauty in Allah's flexible design of our body. How the slight adjustment in hormones could change our body entirely, how artificial insemination and in-vitro fertilization is possible for those of us who can't have babies the usual way. He meant it to be this way. Masya-Allah! I wish the couple all the best. The case of the missing plantA few days ago I bought a pot of Kalanchoe to replace the dying plants I had on my window sill. The afternoon Saudi sun proved to be too hot for the plant and I started seeing scorch marks on its leaves, so I moved the plant to my patio yesterday morning.I walked out to water it this morning and it was GONE!!! dammit. Whoever took it must have done it between last night and this morning because Ilham said he saw that it was still there when he took out the garbage yesterday evening. I am so pi88ed! It cost me SR20 to buy it. SR20 may not be much to some, but it's a lot to me, especially since it came from my hard-earned allowance, money that I could've spent on .. erm .. more plants. and stuff. I'm not gonna let this thing get me down though. I'm gonna turn this into my favour. I'm gonna send Ilham and Ihsan out on a 'recon mission'. They are to scout the whole compound and search for the missing plant. That's at least an hour of distraction from messing up the house and going boom boom rat tat tat on the PS2. arrrggghhhi had written a long entry.with pictures izani came and sat on my lap i dont know what he did, but the whole thing is gone. gone gone gone. he is now bawling his eyes out coz my scream startled him. i am going to take a nap. Edited to add: I was trying to teach him how to say "sorry", but he kept on saying "susu" (milk), prolly due to the proximity of my bazookas. How can I possibly stay mad at this boy for any longer? why i dont show my boogersI have a mirror site on booger/boogspot. I got an account when modblog was down. I didnt maintain it till efx2 was down due to the phishing thingy. SInce then I had decided to make it my mirror site, religiously copying posts put up here over there.But somehow I find myself refraining from putting up certain posts. Posts on how much I spent and what I got as presents often dont get posted there because I dont feel comfortable displaying that side of me over there. Somehow, after blogging there and reading other people on booger, I got the impressions that booger readers can be quite judgemental, and sometimes quite nasty with their comments. Furthermore, they don't know me like you do. When I tell you that I spent SR600 on shopping spree, you know from history that I do not go shopping often, that the amount is a once in a blue moon thing. You know that I use to earn a four figure monthly income and I now get a very small monthly allowance from my husband, so having spent that much money was like, extraordinary, that's why I had to blog about it. You know that I'm not trying to show off, right? You know I'm just telling you because I considered it a very huge treat for me. When I tell you that my husband bought me a piece of jewellery out of the blue, you know that I wasnt trying to brag about my husband, right? You know from history how People on booger dont know me like that. I think if I had posted those stories on booger, they would have thought I am some spoilt tai-tai draped in jewels and expensive clothes... or maybe I'm the one who's being judgemental? *shrug* { Last Page } { Page 1 of 13 } { Next Page } |
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