WARNING!! this is a sentimental post you may loathe this post
yesterday (last nighe to be precise), i was in the mood for blogs browsing. then i came across this. it was in the http://farisian9600.blogspot.com/ i always know that i'm a sensitive girl. but i just dont know that when it comes to my dear ex-secondary school.. i become so weak at the heart.. i went to kelantan some time in 2007 and got a chance to visit the school on they way back from abe ijey's house it was not really a visit actually. we (anie and i) were just peeking from outside the school compound. and i think the guard was a bit suspicious with our presence. hehe.. well.. i always on the verge of shedding tears whenever i miss the school.. i am so clueless. why? of course i love my school but crying?? that's too much. isn't it? same thing happened last night when i watched the clip click here. my eyes produce few drops of tears. i am just so clueless. obviously there is something beyond logical explanation to my issue. as if unconsciusly, i'm deeply connected to my past but i just have no idea. my emotional expression was quite extreme for 'naughty' student that i used to be. one thing for sure and i know for sure: i am sensitive and sentimental.. but some times (or most of the time) i do not show it.. i really miss my friends.. *sigh*
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i was in the lab today and saw this OHP (overhead projector) that reminded me to cikgu ghazi. the OHP has not been used for years since teachers usually use the LCD projectors. but the lab assistant told me that the OHP is still can be used. so, being sentimental, i asked the lab assistant to clean the dust. i was obviously jovial today that my spirit level rises to the maximum. and i feel that using the OHP is more practical for showing the calculation isntead of the LCD projector. how i miss those old days.. :'(
the OHP with my notes on it. i took this pics after the class :))
this is an old stuff :)) so my students helped me to fix this part so that i could use it for them.. i'm happy to share my past with them..
hurm... life must go on :) memories remain.. :)) . . .