Master Of Ceremonies VS Master Of Comedy VS Master Of Catastrophe

Today was a day of emotions.

Today the school was having its 'Maulidur Rasul' celebration, and a function was held at the main hall. I was the M.C (master of ceremonies). The ceremony started at 4.30 p.m, and together with another male teacher I handled it. It went pretty okay, I guess. At least that was my first contribution for the school. Proud of it.

But the moment before the ceremony started, I was laughed at by most of the female teachers (the male teachers weren't there at that moment)in the teacher's room. What happened? Pretty stupid. I was asked to wear a full set of 'baju melayu', including 'kain songket/sampin' and 'songkok' since I was the leader of the ceremony. So I did it. I wore a full set, and went to the mosque for the Friday prayer, then headed to school. But when I reached the school, the 'kain songket' had become a bit loose. My supervisor Mdm. Rohgenee asked me, "What's wrong with you? Asik pegang kain songket tu je?(always holding your 'kain songket'?). After I told her the reason, I immediately took off the 'kain songket' and tried to put it on again. But I never had any experience putting it on without the help from a second person. So I was struggling. Then one of the teachers told me, "you just put it on like how you put on 'kain pelekat'. Then I said, "saya tak pernah pakai kain pelekat kat rumah.."(I never wear 'kain pelekat' at home). Then she smiled and shook her head in disbelief. There were some other teachers who heard that, they laughed at me too. Then I went and asked for help from a male teacher, Mr. Zafifi, my M.C partner. Still struggling. Then suddenly another supervisor of mine, Mdm. Akma, came to the rescue. "Meh, saya tolong.."(come, let me help), she said. She made me a traditional style of wearing 'kain songket' (with the flower shape tying), then tadaa! Problem solved. But the teachers were all laughing and said, "macam budak kecik!" (like a child!). I felt odd and a bit embarrassed.

And, the moment before I got laughed at by the teachers, I was in a terrible situation. I parked my brother's car, a Wira aeroback, at the mosque's parking lot. Went into the sacred building, listened to the 'khutbah', then got into the car and slowly moved out of the place (but actually I was 'slowly' in a hurry because the prayer finished at 2.15, and I was supposed to punch in at 2.25 the latest. The place was crowded as usual, and while I was driving slowly, suddenly a man on a yellow bike gave me a hand signal and his mouth was mutely uttering, "Kereta kamu calar!" (Your car got a scratch!). I could only nod because I couldn't hear his voice since I was in the car while he was on a bike outside my car..haha. I thought it was JUST a scratch....but when I reached the school, I saw a GANG of scratches, horrible scratches on the left side of the car! Damn I felt awful, and my brother's gonna explode! Until now, I still don't know how on earth that happened..

Then I punched in, went into the teacher's room, got laughed at, became the M.C, and went home..

Tomorrow I'll be joining a school trip to Malacca, doing a favour for a teacher who asked for a male teacher to take care of male students. My second contribution, I hope.