Funland Parents Day 2015

 Last Saturday we celebrated Parents Day at my Funland Class. It's a free class conducted by Church members for kids from my former kindergarten. Kids who are not from the Kindergarten can also join this class.

What we do in Funland Class? Well, as the name goes..we had fun there. We sang songs. We had story time, We had Art and Craft lesson.

On and off, the people from the Church will have some events like this Parents Days where we honour our parents.



Me and other kids were also asked to give a short speech to thank our parents. Here is a short video of my bullet train speech. Yup, that was what Mamarazzi said. Mamarazzi asked why I spoke so fast like a bullet train. Papa pulak wonder why I grip the microphone so tightly. Scared the teacher take away the microphone ka? WOI! I tengah nervous mah!

Then before ending, each of us presented our parents with a bouquet of flowers that we made during Art and Craft class in Funland and a Happy Father's Day card to our dad.

After that....apa lagi...wallop time lor....FOOOOOOOOODDD....lovely lovely food......hmm...which will it be...Karipap? Cake? Pulut lepa?

Oh ya....the grandson of the Funland Teachers recited this lovely poem to the parents. Mamarazzi is banana but understand a bit bit la. She asked the Principal for a copy of the poem and with the help of Google Translate, she managed to "agak-agak" translate the poem la. Not accurate ya.

Exchange Childhood.

Dad, grandma said when you were a kid,

you were mischievous and naughty,

You dare to climb up the tall roof by yourself,

You dare to go alone,

to the river to catch fish ,

to swim,

You dare to bring uncle go shoot birds, catch cicada,

Also dare to beat up mischievous pranksters who bully girls ,

Oh! Dad you are awesome,

Your childhood was awesome.

 Dad, don't say your childhood is not equal to mine,

you did not have video games.

only have little friends up the hillock,

vigorously launching war against the enemy.

You did not have Yamaha organ,

Only used bottles and pots,

to come out with a rock song,

you did not have high quality watercolour,

only used red mud,

with own hands sculpted canons and aeroplanes

Dad, when you were at roof top,

caught sight of the blue sky,

was it extremely high, extremely blue, extremely vast,

why then do you lock me up in a a small house,

and let me see sky the size of a window,

Dad, the little bird that you caught with your own hands,

was it cute , fluffy and chirruping,

 especially cute

but then why you did you giveaway my little cat

and handed me thick pile of revision books

Dad, when you and your little friends play wars games,

was you proud as proud as a real hero

But why are you so cold to my classmates

did not let me go picnic with them

Oh Dad, 

you always says

"you have much better than I when was a kid"

But Dad, 

how I envy your childhood, 

why not,

we try to exchange childhood

 

Not easy to be a kid nowadays. Yesterday, Mamarazzi saw in Facebook a Standard 1 child lament how he wished that there are 8 days in a week . The extra day he can do the things that he wish instead of study, enrichment lesson and tuition daily.

Something must be not right with our education system if a child have to study 24/7 a week. Kiasu parents? Education policies? Some of the things that she saw in my school books really had her stumped. What is diphthong and digraph? She had only slight recognition of these words . Think it was in Form 6 when she saw those words.

Yikes....turning into a ranting post liao. Better sign off now. Ciao!