My Father is a Teacher..

haha..nothing to blog out. so i comes out with my dad as my teacher..

how many of you out there having a father as your teacher,,,, it is a quite interesting experiences when u are being teached by your own father at school..

he's my ex-headmaster also lah....

he taught mathematic (when i was primary 4 & 5)
never forget when all of us in the class will receive a delicious 'long bread' if we failed to memorize the times-table.. remind me at siti sifir..:

1 x 1 = SATU!
2 x 1= DUA!..till end..muahahahhahaa.....

also..he teach us the living skills subject :(i could not remember what a funny memory during the subject la..hehe)


if we not being 'pukul buntut'...kena tarik telinga lah alamatnya..wahahaa..a....

primary 5..meet him again..teaching math...  WOW! one moment i never forget..when he pukul my hand until biru because i did not complete my mathematics home work..heheh sebab balik kampungg uma belun- ada acara... the next day kena panggil..dalam kelas... siapa belum siap latiihan...muahahha :

Teacher : kenapa x siapkan??

Murid : Balik Kampung... (jawapan yg agak memanaskan..haha)

Parkkkkkkkkk!!!!! sekali...d telapak tangan....fuh.....terus bertukar jadi kaler BIRU...uwaaaaaaaaa....

dgn terketar2 my hand cannot write properly..but i finished also my home work within recess time..

That makes me respect my Daddy..because he did his JOB very well..no 'pilih kasih'...


that's why until now.. i am quite bright in Mathematics SUBJECT..hehe

>peace<