Salam.
Akhirnya berjaya juga untuk berada dalam talian kembali walaupun dengan erti kata lain adalah menghabiskan beberapa ringgit Malaysia... Ehm.. Beberapa? I doubt it, though.
Alhamdulillah, dapat juga tengok dan mengasuh anak buah sulung. Yang pasti bukan saya yang jadi tukang bancuh susu dan tukar lampin... Ihihihi..
Bergilir- gilir mengasuh mok besar yang semakin hari semakin lemah. Ehm... Harap-harap masih sempat untuk dia... Apa-apa pun perkara...
Saya nak uji saja ni.. Lain kali pula la saya kemaskini. Buat masa sekarang masih tak ada cerita yang menarik.... Sampai ketemu lagi.
Salam.
Peace.
Frank McCourt : Teacher Man
Instead of teaching, I told stories. Anything to keep them quiet and in their seats. They thought I was teaching. I thought I was teaching. I was learning. And you called yourself a teacher? I didn't call myself anything. I was more than a teacher. And less. In the high school classroom you are a drill sergeant, a rabbi, a shoulder to cry on, a disciplinarian, a singer, a low-lever scholar, a clerk, a referee, a clown, a counselor, a dress-code enforcer, a conductor, an apologist, a philosopher, a collaborator, a tap dancer, a politician, a therapist, a fool, a traffic cop, a priest, a mother-father-brother-sister-uncle-aunt, a bookkeeper, a critic, a psychologist, the last straw. - Frank McCourt: Teacher Man


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