Wednesday, January 18

One of the many reasons you should be a teacher

So, yesterday I was talking about this gangsta-class rite. Just so you know, they are super active kids that can't really sit still for long but really like copying stuff on the board type. They also like to play pranks on each other. In the middle of the lesson.

This one kid was pranked by one of the classmates. I didn't noticed who because it was happening all so fast. Someone put chewing gum on the chair and he happily sat down and went on and on yapping in the classroom disturbing others.

Suddenly, when he stood up, his pants was all ruined because of the chewing gum earlier. He got the surprised of his life. I was prepared for the worst (in case he challenged whoever did that to him).

He did not.

Lucky me.

Instead, he was trying to get the gum off.


By standing in the middle of the classroom and peeling the gum off. AT HIS BUTT area.

I was like, "You may go to the toilet." But no, he stood there, shamelessly, peeling it off.

The best part came later.

After letting the kids went for their reccess, I was slowly keeping my stuff together before leaving the class. The kids like to hang out and chat with me. They even like to escort me to the staffroom.

As I was chatting aimlessly, I noticed the kid had the pants on the table. This time rubbing it off with water and peeling it off using scissors. I was in awed.

Yes, he did. He actually took off his pants. HE TOOK OFF HIS PANTS IN THE CLASSROOM.

So, he was cleaning the gum pants in his BLUE FLOWERY boxer shorts. Not that I want to know that much about him, but I did. And something that you have seen can never be unseen.

On the bright side, he managed to clean the pants.

Tuesday, January 17

Happiness comes in different ways

Upon meeting Felicia for morning drinks, she greeted me, "Babe, why are you so happy? With all smiles."

Or was it that she just straightaway said, "Babe, I'm hungry."


I told her about my happiness that day. I managed to make the form five boys of the so-gangsta-class tangkap leleh. I was on cloud nine. I used Christina Perry's A thousand years with them. And thery were all, "One step cloooooooooooooooser."

They were all singing and feeling jiwang weyh. And they even managed to say, "Cher, bluetooth cher." Oh yes, Cher is my nama manja with them. LOL!

Today, I am happy too. Apart form eating scrumptious Nasi Lemak Special, I also receive a happy news. Two new MALE English teacher are here. Single? I was just wondering on Saqinah's behalf. Weehoo! I can bully some juniors now.

And soon, a-nine-day-holidays. Bliss!

But for now off to Rumah Merah practice.

Saturday, January 14

Saqinah told me to list down why I love him and keep it safe in case I ever forget about them

One thing I always keep in mind. Never try to change him. Let him be himself. Allow him to act silly. Let him has his free time. Accept his friends. Permit him some breather. Because at the end of the day that is the person I fall in love with. The quirks and all.

If I ever limit him, how can he be the guy that I adore?

The one who is my bestfriend and would listen to all thewhining. The one who has 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde' syndrome. The one whose brain is full with nonsensical facts but blur with general knowledge. The one that would carry all the bags for me. The one with funny friends. The one who would endure hours and hours of Alanis Morissette and Yuna. The one who needs a push to get things done. The one who always has the answer to everything. The one with great taste in sitcoms (and girl). The one who sleeps like there's no tomorrow (I don't adore this but accept it). The one who knows a lot about local and international artists. The one who likes to walk (read: walk). The one who would never admit that he is scared of those green slimy reptile. The one who would follow patienly as I browse through handbags and shoes. The one with time management issues. The one who would sing and make all the guitar noises for me to sleep.

And yes.

Sometime it is a struggle but I will try my very best.

Because I love him.

Wednesday, January 11

Wordless Wednesday

Guess what level am I teaching?

Tuesday, January 10

Bagai ditelan mati emak, diluah mati bapak

I have been meaning to write about this for awhile. As long as I started to feel it but I am that girl who like to proscatinate.

As I mentioned earlier my mom had successfully undergone bypass and now she is just recovering at home for around three months. Well, one of the possible reason for her condition is stress related to work as she is kinda workaholic and also perfectionist (sometimes to point that drives me mad).

So, while resting at home, she still contacted her school and getting updates. She also received/exchanged emails with her PKs. She couldn't let her reign over them as she needed the school to be perfect administrating wise.

My dilemma is that while my elder brother keeps getting furious over this matter and bans her from the computer (oh yes he bans her), I keep on helping her out. He forbids her from doing and even thinking about possible stressful things.

I will be the one who helps her out. Any simple detail that she doesn't know I will aid her and be at her side. She doesn't know how to copy, how to make this thing bigger, or that thing there but make sure it is also here, I make it happen. I am the enabler.

My logic, let her do things that makes happy. I will help her out as far as I can. That is how I am keeping her from being stressful. I'll do the complicated-ish part. I do the hard work while she edits. Sometimes from afar sometimes on her own.

She keeps telling stories how my brother wouldn't let her do this and that because he cares. Proudly. That sting a little. Is it I don't care? That is why I am enabling here? Should I not let her do it? Should I not drive her to school where she found out only one clerk left for the school (the other two were on holidays) and went beserk right there and then? Should I just let her take the cab?

It is just like when she was just out of her operation (like maybe 4-5 days), she didn't really eat anything and she felt like she wanted to eat nasi goreng at Pak Chu's. So I told my brother who was on his way to get food for us who were in the hospital. He was furious at me. He said mean things.

Here I was just thinking, let her eat what she wanted as she barely eat anything. And she was telling me how it would be nice and lovely if she can eat that. I just told my brother, "you tell her that yourself. I won't deny her that." At the end of the story he brought us the nasi goreng but she just ate like 4 spoons. She knew she wasn't supposed to eat but she wants it. So she just had a little to satisfy the cravings.

Yes, I am the enabler. And yes I always feel guilty of being that. Just like I don't love her enough to say no.

Monday, January 9

Lesson on Life

You know how I always dread the day I have to go back to GM. I was always wishing that I don't have to reach GM soon and have exxxtra and longer time before I offically have to go back. So, on this one particular day, my wish was granted but not in a good way. Lesson learned!

Not only the supposedly 3pm bus was late (only arriving nearly arond 4pm), it was sorta broken too. I did not know this at that time as I planned to sleep and sleep only. At first it stopped somewhere in a petrol station before Bentong's tol. And I waited.

And we waited.

I had no idea what we were waiting for but we waited patiently nonetheless. I wasn't really complaining as the air-conditioner was on and I can sleep soundly. But I did not sleep! I can't! I don't know why.

So, after a LONG while, I noticed the mechanic came and fixed something near the tyre and I learned that something like spring was broken and without it the bus will be bouncy and not pleasant. Me in aircond is a good passenger you see.

Then, only around 6.30pm we left the petrol station. Just a little bit after Kuala Lipis bus station the thingie broke again. And yes, we bounced along the 'smooth' road to GM. We bounced and bounced like we were riding horses. And worse of all, I had to pee. Like serious one.

And we bounced.

The driver stopped twice to try and fix the thingie but with no success. And we kept on bouncing with my muka ketat due to my pee situation. I was more pissed off that I couldn't sleep. With all the bouncing and all the not peeing.

We stopped for more than thirty minutes in Merapoh (another 30minutes beofre reaching GM) and I got to pee. I was on cloud nine. Oh, happiness.

And we continued bouncing to GM. We reached around 12pm. Yet, the bus still had to continue the journey to KB. Bouncing style.

So, I would never wished like that anymore. I wish that I get to transfer. Now, pray for me.

Saturday, January 7

Bagai lalang yang ditiup angin

HR: What did you do today?
Me: Cabut rumput kat belakang. Panjang sangat.
HR: Wah, rajinnya dia.
Me: Mestilah. Rumput tu dah paras pinggang.
HR: Pinggang sapa?
Me: Pinggang I lah.
HR: Itu bukan rumput dah tu. Itu lalang.
Me: Urkk.