A Very Touching Movie

Today, our lecturer Ms Hidayah introduced us about a teacher and 10 children touching story.  The title of the movie is Laskar Pelangi and this is a very touching and inspiring movie. The movie is about a group of kids, who eager to study and gaining knowledge. Taking scene at Indonesia, an old school SD MUHAMMADIYAH who are willing to teach to poor kids who desire knowledge for free. The school opens with only 10 students, each from very poor family background. 


The school was almost broken and at the night, it was used for being a barn. The school was also almost closed because the lack of student number, which only has 9 students from minimum 10 students required for a school. But, fortunately an abnormal children saved the school for being closed.  The students live in poverty, making use of whatever nature allows them to study. When the school faces a shortage of funds and students insist on participating in the local carnival, the class puts up a performance.


I like about Laskar Pelangi is the impactful dialogues that will forever be etched in my mind. When asked why she does not want to accept a marriage proposal from a rich businessman, Teacher Mus simply said, “Mimpiku bukan untuk menjadi isteri saudagar, mimpiku ialah untuk menjadi guru!” The English translation would simply mean “My dream is not to be a businessman’s wife, my dream is to be an educator!”


Apart from that, I couldn’t quite catch the character’s names. One boy has a superb ability of mental calculations.  Another scene was 3 kids succeed on winning a school quizzes championship. But, the sad comes when one of the child  father died. Therefore, the child no longer study because he has to take care of his family.  By watching these climax make my tear falls down. Such a great kid, but cannot study because of his family condition.


Last but not least, I like the quote in the movie and taken from Laskar Pelangi : 

" Hiduplah dengan memberi sebanyak-banyaknya, bukannya menerima sebanyak-banyaknya "

My early childhood memories :)

My Childhood Memory I remember it like yesterday. I started to preschool when I was 5 years old.  I still remembered, the first day of school, my mum sent me to school and paid all the school fees and left me with the class teacher.  I still remembered that I'm not crying at all after she left and I pretty enjoyed my first day of school.  I love the school days because we were allowed to wear what we preferred no formal uniform at that time, not like nowadays.  I learnt singing nursery rhymes, alphabets, numbers and the most I enjoyed was the story-telling session.  I had no problem at all in preschool because I had many friends and I love to being around with my friends and teachers. 


At home, I had one sister that played with me every time when I reached home, we are so closed until my mum always dressed us in the same dress.  Friends of my parents or neighbours thought us were twins even I older her 2 years old.  Mum will bring us to visit my grandmother's house every weekend.  My grandmother loved to cook delicious meals to us every time when we visited her.  Sometimes, my uncles and aunties will bring us to go picnic at the waterfall.  Therefore, this is one of my favourite outing activity that I looked forward in my childhood.


I still remembered one incident that my youngest sister pushed me from the top of the cabinet and I broke my arm.  I still can recall this incident that one day, my grandmother gave me a little tiny fish and my mother afraid that I might broke the jar, so she puts at the top of the cabinet.  That day, my mother went to the kitchen and prepare lunch for us, I climbed up to the cabinet and looked at my fish, suddenly, my youngest sister also climbed up to the cabinet and without my notice.  Without further delay, I asked her to go down, but she insisted she wanted to stay with me and look at the fish then I have no choice and let her to stay.  But, after the 10 minutes, she started to put her finger in the jar, and I started to push her away and she got angry and pushed me back, at the moment, I lost my balance and fall from the cabinet.  I shouted and  crying so loud until my mother rushed from the kitchen and saw me on the floor and screamed 'Pain'!!  My mother quickly called my father back to home and brought me to the hospital.  The doctor examined that my arm was broken and had to stayed at the hospital.  After 5 days, doctor only allowed me to discharge.

I still remembered my mother told me that I need at least 3 months to recover.  However, from that day onwards, my sister did not fought with me anymore and because this incident, my mother not allowed us to have pet during my childhood.

Every time, when I think about this incident, I will tease my youngest sister that she pushed me and caused hospitalize but I still love my sisters very much as at today.

And this is my early childhood memories! :D