Saturday, 26th October 2013 

I never thought that on that day, I could feel an amazing experience ever.

actually, this's not my first time being a volunteer for teaching some children about English. 

maybe, the thing that made this feel special was because these children are those who came from the lower economical background family.

ok, let me make this more clear.

I've just got an information about teaching practice that held by "Sanggar Belajar-FKIP Mengajar, BEM FKIP Universitas Sriwijaya". I was interested in reading this information. at first, I didn't have any desire to join this but as I think and think, I knew that I should join this :")

this took for about an hour to go there from Inderalaya. sorry, I haven't told you the name of the village. this village's called as "Seri Banding". it's a kind of a suburb area because people who live here were so left behind from the hectic of a big city. houses here also were organized unwell. people here build their house above the swamp. and I think you can imagined how this could be. there's so much dry mud anywhere. there's no flowing spring there, there's just a kind of lake but it's not too big. and people use the water in the lake for taking bath and etc.

the road also  organized unwell. we need to hold on to the desk of Angkot (the public transportation that we use) for avoiding the tremor. this's caused by the rocks in the ground. when the wheels of Angkot bump the rocks, the tremor will happen.

as far as I saw to the left and to the right of the road, there's only forest. 

the distance among one village and others a bit far. so people here need to use a transportation to reach every village.

it took an hour, right. and when we arrived inSeri Banding, I never thought that the children there will welcome us by screaming

 "yeeeeeeeeey, ayuknyo lah dateng"

which means

 "yeaaaaaaay, our teachers just have arrived!".

the building that be the class for us to teach was just a mosque.

I haven't arrived yet when I saw the children were sitting in front of the mosque. 

deep inside my heart I said," Oh God, thanks for giving me a better life. wishing for a better life too for them. amin".

as soon as possible, I went to meet those children then.

at first, I felt just like a weirdo.

children here weren't shy to meet me. they directly ask me about the things inside my paper bag. 

" ayuk, kamu itu bawak ape?". means: " sister, what's inside your bag?"

I just ignored them. then, they asked me again, I still ignored them. then, they asked me again --" and I answered them by saying "Ok, kalau mau tau apa yang saya bawa, duduk yang manis ya" means: "if you wanna know what'sinside my bag, sit at your place please and I share them my sweetest smile :")".

they're naughty.

they walked arround during the lesson,

talked to their friend when I was explaining the material.

I taught them about English especially, Alphabet, number and parts of body.

actually, children here got some knowledge from their elementary schol, but it's not good enough to support them. they need extra lesson especially English. when I asked them about the Aplhabet (A-Z) and number (1-20) in English, many of them stil didn't know about it.

I was with them for about an hour and half. it felt so quick.

but at least I've taught them about Aplphabet, number and parts of body.

children here were 5 graders student of elementary school. they're small not too tall hehehe. basicly, many of them looked so hard adsorbing the knowledge that I shared so I used a game in helping them. we played "Simon Says" game. and thanks God, they got what I want. they're able to learn Alphabet, number and parts of body.

I took several photo with them during and after the class.

sorry if my pose disturbs your eyes :")

thanks for reading.

I almost forget to say something:

"Please reload this page and read this story again ehehehehe"

"Share your knowledge to others when there's stil time :")"

see what I'm doing. the smallest white board I ever use :")

what a pose -_-

BEM UNSRI and meand also my lovely friend, Riska (beside the two boys)

 

I just re-post these words.

They represent what I'm going to say if I have a chance having my precious one again.

I hate the way you talk to me

and the way you cut your hair

and when you're not with your glasses

I hate the way you drive my car

I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind

I hate you so much

it makes me sick

it even makes me rhyme

I hate it

I hate the way you're always right

I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry

I hate when you're not arround,

and the fact you didn't call

but mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit

not even at all.

This night, I just checked my Twitter account.

when I checked the connection box, tarammmmm......

"someone's following me". and you know who? He's the one that I just followed this afternoon hehehe. 

Actually, my previous writting is the reason why I still write about being a stalker. 

after being a stalker for his blog, I stalked his Twitter account.hehehe

I found his favourite box is full of love words. ya, meskipun tidak terlalu penuh ya hehehe

oh my........I never thought that his tweets were so "Gombal" hehehe.

when I read it, I can say nothing

I think, he's not a kind of person who can write that kind of words.

OK, I'll give ya a kind of Gombal words that ever be tweeted by him 

"Kenapa kamu harus begitu jauh aku kenal, sehingga ketika kamu pergi, bayangan kamu masih terus muncul di pikiranku."

or

"kamu sejenis reptil yah?"."kenapa emangnya?"."kayaknya kamu mulai merayaprayap dihati aku"."..."

ok, fine. it's better for me just being a stalker for his Blog and twitter account. the only thing that I know is his love's ever given to someone that he really loved. that's it. 

Being a stalker of someone's blog is my job for tonight :".

I never thought that his blog is consisted by several love story and his wishes to Allah for finding the right one. the right one that I mean here is "the one and only who'll be his lovely wife".aaaaargh......

phewwwww.

am I better of now?

he hopes for someone's good because he's trying to be a good one. he deserves to find that woman

I also  deserve to find a good one in the right time, and....

may I deserve him?

*hiks

it's out of my mind

I can't event imagine that I'll be with him

people say " Be a good one first if you want a good one"

well, OK.

I'll try to be someone's good

and help me fix this self my Lord, Allah SWT :)