I miss this place oh so badly.
Nothing's stopping me from coming back. It's just that everything has a significance in itself. Like how moving elsewhere means starting anew for me. But see how this blog strongly reflects my character and personality? I simply love holding on to the past. It makes me feel nice inside, I guess.
Just let me hang on to that for a while more.
I've moved.
Don't worry, I won't close this one down because some of the entries are far too hilarious to be erased forever. Yes, I'm shameless like that. But if you're bored and really have nothing else to do, have fun reading all my past entries. Some are boring, you can skip those. Majority of my entries are angry, you can skip those too if you want to. I'm pretty sure you'll have your stomach tied in knots when you read the funny ones. heehhh. Have fun.
See you around.
I hate blogger. I hate it.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
The PSI level is almost back to normal i.e. at a level which my mum will think it's quite safe to go out. She kicked quite a fuss last night by calling us every few minutes to check on our location. For all you know, we were safe in the train where exposure to haze and other harmful dust particles is quite minimal.
But anyway, Alhamdulillah.
Now I have a splitting headache, one that is not caused by the ridiculously bad haze last night but because the responsibility of preparing today's iftaar has been rested entirely on my fragile shoulders.
Now, roti kirai or pasta?
God help me.
Kwinella @ 3:45 PM!
Friday, October 06, 2006
Okay, remember the time I said in an entry that I love the smell of haze? I take it back because the smell has gone from intoxicating to several notches up, and it makes me cringe all the time when I'm outside. Not that I am not retarded enough but I look even more retarded when I cringe. It's so smelly ho-kay. Where is rain when we need it the most?
Dear God, please have mercy on us, on our noses, throats and lungs. Please let it rain.I was so tired when I got back from school today, I decided to just wear myself out completely. Because I know I will doze off till God knows when if I lay down on my bed, as soon as I put down my bagpack, I took my wallet and I was off to the supermarket to get the condiments for iftaar. And let's just say that I am now absolutely knackered.
You people should also know that I bake some mean pizza. I baked one for Nas who's at home nursing his leg and one for my family. He text-messaged me saying that it was nice. I dismissed it thinking he was just out to make me feel happy. But as soon as I sank my teeth into a rather huge slice, I was convinced that I should cook for a living. hur hur. It was *that* good.
Anyway, I've made a mental note about a trip to joo chiat complex tomorrow as I need to check something out at muzika records. But given how muflis I am now after all the grocery shopping this week alone and the cab fare to causeway point and back, I'm going to have to give it a second thought.
On to school (yet again). I was very worried when I saw the response from one of my classes, upon receiving practice papers for their Paper 2. Needless to say, it was utterly disappointing. I remember how uplifting it felt whenever our teachers gave out past year papers or other schools' exam papers for us to practice. We weren't geeks to say the least. I guess we were just motivated and we sort of just embraced whatever material the teachers had for us, with open arms. And I was just wondering... are students of my generation worlds apart from the students that I now teach?
You know what I'm most baffled by?
The fact that my students whine a lot more than I do. Even stranger is how most of those who whine are boys, The horror. If there is one thing that puts me off the most, it has to be whiny boys.
Kwinella @ 8:12 PM!
After invigillation earlier on, I went back straight to the staff room. As if the pounding headache wasn't bad enough, our dear Goh had something for me which only further aggravated the agony.
I would understand the students' woes if I had set the paper for a bunch of primary school students using the standard of English at secondary level. Goh told me that during the course of the examination, a couple of students had asked him what 'possible reasons' and 'accomodation' meant.
Having students not knowing what possible reasons and accomodation meant, at this level can only mean two things - one, their teachers have not taught them well or two, they really do not know and that's just sad.
Had I been their teacher, I would personally wring their necks. It's a good thing that I'm not their teacher and that I am fasting.
And here's another killer.
student: cher, admirer means old man is it?
goh: *obviously stumped by the student's inept ability to figure out what that means at his age* I don't know. I'm not going to tell you anything.
Sabar je lah.
Kwinella @ 10:39 AM!
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Before I start to rattle on mindlessly, I'll have the world know that I have a very swollen index finger and the pain is agonising especially when I bend my fingers to shampoo my hair.
Anyway.
I had a blast in school this morning, with JT's class during p.e. Running up and down the court certainly brings me back to yesteryears. That familiar reminder of running into space was constantly playing in my head like a tape recorder on repeat mode. If I could only capture ONE netball training and relive it over and over. I'm sure some of the girls miss Amanda's extremely loud voice. hur hur. Wouldn't miss it for the world. It would be nice to go through something familiar every once in a while because I'm nostalgic like that.
In any case, tomorrow will be my last day of school, and probably the last of my teaching stint, for now. It wouldn't be fair to say that after approximately 3 months, I haven't had any sense of belonging to the school at all. I've had my fair share of uphill and downhill moments, though I must say I could really do without putting in titular effort just to make one particular class realise how rowdy they are. Very exhausting. That's probably the reason why I may not consider going back into teaching at all.
Despite the many little devils I've met along the way, I dare say that somehow, I've become a better person. Sesungguhnya, acap kali iman aku telah diduga. I've also learnt what it means to be left fending for myself. Knowing me, I depend a great deal on my dad. All that, thanks to the little ones. 'twas my pleasure, filling in for your English teacher. All the best in your future undertaking and please study smart.
And how can I forget all the special people in a little corner of the staff room. We've made ourselves quite at home, eh? This bunch has definitely made my days in school a little less banal. Many thanks also to Christina and Joseph for Fridays' Blockers. And to my wonderful co-teacher who insists that he's not ancient, muchos gracias. We'll be in touch. I would also like to apologise to anyone who bore witness to the mini volcanic-eruption that took place some time last week. I know it was very unsightly, unbecoming and definitely un-charming.
So, what's next? That much awaited for driving license and SCHOOL! I pray that this time around, I'll get a less bitchy tester and one who doesn't decide to excavate his nostrils while I drive. It was pretty disgusting okay. And as for school, I just cannot wait. The prospect of sitting in a lecture once again with a pen in my hand (yes, I'm obsessed with pens) is vair exciting. I'd give anything to be a student all my life.
Okay, I'm excited more excited about school than I am about the upcoming raya, which is strange. Case in point, at this juncture, I've yet to get cloth to be tailored and it's all my dad's fault! He had a Dubai and didn't tell me. pffftttt.
I know that this entry is rather choppy but I just can't contain my excitement (just count the number of times I've used the word in this entry alone).
errrr. I know that NUS is a very prestigious institute of higher learning but the media has got to stop oversensationalising it. Everytime it's NUS on the the list yada yada yada. We've got it, okay. It's one of the best. Don't overdo it. Stop it okay. Menyampah, understand?
And why is it that only Mustafa Centre sells Tim Tam? Much to my dismay, Market Place has everything of Arnott's product range but Tim Tam. How can something as cool as Market Place not have Tim Tam, only the coolest thing ever? Not cool, okay. Okay, I've seriously got to stop this verbal diarrhoea.
Ooohhh I just saw the Korean player from Reading on star sports - recap of the week's goals, I assume. And what a cracker it was. I hope that Liverpool starts to perform and be consistent if they're still vying for that one title they haven't claimed for ages.
Okay, once again I reiterate that I cannot wait for school. I don't care about raya. I just cannot wait for school to start. I cannot wait for Izzah to come back. I AM GOING BACK TO SCHOOL!!! yabadabaadoooo.
Okay there IS one thing I'm also looking forward to.
Berlalulah sudah Ramadhan, sebulan berpuasa
tiba syawal kita rayakan, dengan rasa gembira.
Just that. Tak ada baju raya tak apa.
Okay, stop. Now.
Kwinella @ 8:10 PM!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Happy 20th Dhalif! Whether you like it or not, you're now as old as me. We're all 20. 2-0. DUA PULUH. (:
During sahur earlier on:
baba: irah menang apa ni? (referring to an envelope on the dining table)
irah: class irah memang rocket launch competition.
baba: dapat apa?
irah: movie tickets
me: mana ticketnye?
irah: irah dapat envelope je.
HAHAHAHAHA. Her classmates were kind enough to let her keep the envelope as a consolation for cheering the loudest. How thoughtful. hur hur.
Iftaar later with the old gang. Jangan tak menjadi sudah, macam raya tahun lepas. bubble. pfffttttt.
Kwinella @ 6:49 AM!
