Turning Private.

I might be turning this blog to private reading.

Let me know what u think, IPBA friends.

Thank you so much.

At the airport.

I ve just finished a medium set of double cheese, fries n lemon tea...and rm170!

rm170 at the body shop because theyre having a very good sale and i cant resist. dang.

my flight, apparenty, is delayed for 30mins...and im pissed. but just now, i had a very good read (read: syada's blog) and am felling much better now.

I do not know about you guys, but when i read blogs that belong to ppl that i know, i will imagine that they are telling the stories to me 'live'. live telecast.

ms syada~

i mean, when i read syada's blog, i feel like we are talking to each other, like shes telling me the stories herself. it is the same if i read sayda's, nisa's, jaime's, mr.j's sume2 la. i can imagine how they talk, the gestures, etc..

and people..u know syada...I can just imagine how she talks, her hands and her voice, most importantly.

i guess thats how the 'kerinduan' to my friends solved~

cant wait to see everyone!

here's another interesting read. CLICK!

At the airport.

Of Everything and everything.

Dang~
Its a dang dang dang dang week for me.

First i was sent for a short course in a very short notice last week. Luckily the course was worth the hassle i had to go thru. It was given by lecturers from English L@nguage Dept of IPG K@nt. The content was actually a 'replay' for as I have already learned the reading strategies when I was in IPB@/M@rjon. It was a good experience, meeting teachers from nooks and crooks of Pitas, I learned that some of the teachers had 2-3 hours journey (by boats and bikes) to get to the Pus@t Kegi@tan Guru, where the course was held.

I had gastric attack on Sunday, went to Hospit@l Pitas Emergency and got the needle. And, for the 1st time (of all my experiences going to hospitals) this one, i didnt see any doc. not even one. at the emergency lobby and even in the emergency ward where i was admitted for 30minutes.
MC on the next day, and i have to thank Yao and my dear housemate for 'driving' me to the hospital.

When I got back at school on Monday, I was 'cornered' (ohh i really love this word) and made to say 'yes' to a task of chaperoning 10 UPSR students to UMS for a UPSR programme. Dang. I currently teach Year 1 and 2 and why the heck? huuuwaa... But since this task could contribute to my career portfolio, i am on it~thanks to words of encouragement from yao. Hehehe.

Moving on, oh yes baby~one silverware is in the cupboard again. 3 seasons in a row? Bought the ticks for the 18th July's match already and surprisingly I am going with a die-hard Liverfool fan. Dang. I managed to get passes (i think theyre given for free along with the tickets bought) to see the training session too but am not sure if i could make it as i will only arrive in KL the night before the match. Wanna have the passes? Text me.

and,

i have already completed the marking task. and with mixed feelings (of proud and worry), i announce, 5 of my Yr1s got As and 6 of my Yr2s got As and some students have improved extraordinaryly while a handful didnt show any...looks like i have to work extra extra hard next semester.

Ooooh. I cant wait to go back to KL.
Cant wait.
Cant.

Paint the town red~

Red.
I like the colour red. I dont know why. But yeah, i like red.
So, I think its ok to have a red coloured car. It will stop the traffic.

Talking about red.
I already bought return tickets for Kuala Lumpur, 17 - 19 July 2009.
Just for the weekend.
Just for the red weekend.

The devils are coming to town.

I didnt want to go back earlier... but since we'r going to the Champs League Finale and we've got three matches before the end of the Barclays season, why not? Haha. 3 matches, Wigan (uhum), Arsenal (duh?) and is it Hull and we are now 83? (hate the fact that liverf@@l is tailing close behind, 80).

so,

I think its worth taking the risk (of investing on the flight tics).

Isnt red the colour of danger?
Haha.

My A B C s

A for Anya Hindmarch Darling Tote patiently waiting for me in KL..soonnn soonn deariee...

B for Bandung - I went to Bandung-Jakarta last month, flew str8 from KK!

C for CERRUTI 1881 watch for my graduation (tq pa&ma!)

D for DKNY watch i bought to mark my first pay~

E for Err..exam questions for my kids still half-touched~

F for Fatigue...MC for 2 days last week~

G for Gombak. Gombak. Gombak.

H for You know who you are.

I for I am hungry.

J for Jaime, i cant wait to see you.

K for Kopitiam..why no halal kopitiam in Kota Marudu?
for Karambunai - went there last week. A+

L for Lazy-ness. Thats why no update.

M for MAS. Cant wait to fly back to KL.

N for Nine West Red Tote i have my eyes on.

O for Oppsie daisy, sorry no serious update this time.

P for Plymouth. U wait there ok~

Q for Queuing at the one and only BSN in Kota Marudu can kill.

R for Re-format. I had my laptop re-formatted last week. I cried on my way to the shop fearing i
was losing all the docs.

S for Speaking, Choral. Currently coaching my kids and my school is going to host the
competition for the first time the district history! Thanks to 'that cikgu bahasa english yang
bersemangat betul tu'. Read: ITS ME.

T for Thankful. I am thankful for quite few good news i had these few months/weeks.
-My first pay was in. read: was gone in 60 seconds. haha.
-Cerruti 1881.
-Jabatan Perdana Menteri. (haha)
-Uitm
-My Year 2 ss can read few short texts! Did i tell that i nearly cried when i was listening to
them reading the texts?
-Tanjung Aru Beach. Superb foodddssss~

U for YOU. Cant wait to see you. Only my family and ipba friends read this blog. So its you.

V for VE,+. Positive. Im staying positive despite all the 'challenges' i face in school now.

W for Weddings. Lotsa invites coming in. Wow!

X for I dont know.

Y for Yassin,booklets. Sedekah'ed to few suraus to mark my first pay.

Z for Zero Fat. Haha.

Essay I Wrote for Allen's PD Presentation next week~

Teaching in Sabah is never in my to-do list until December. From a total non-existence in the list, it becomes a have-to-do before it then elevates itself to be my favourite to-do. The students were pure and untouched small souls that will break your heart when they flash the smiles. Imagine this; their shirts are clear of the whiteness thus nearing yellow, with small, pale hands which automatically screen the hard lives they are in. You might think I exaggerate, but seriously I am not. Adding to that, I fall in love with the school rather instantly because the school locates itself beautifully next to the sea and take this, the canteen is actually on the sea and I can clearly see the other ear of Sabah’s; Kudat. And the school totally changes me.

I now hold students‘hands without hesitation which on the first day I couldn’t bring myself to do (the school has no steady water supply- we depend on the rain- so you can guess), I now stock pencils like l run a little stationery shop (only they are given for free) after I give all of mine on the first day leaving only a mechanical pencil in my case, which of course, none of the students own.

I now, do not give homework as I please after I learn that most of my students walk 2-3 hours to school everyday (while I drive 40 minutes in an air-conditioned car) and these little monster drag their mommies to school because they are too young to walk past valleys and hills and yeah, you should guess it right, mommies are heroes, heroes carry heavy bags, and school bags are heavy. I now know that they are two types of students in my classes, 1; students with *stembok, 2; students without *stembok, which mean 1; they are daughters/sons of teachers and 2; daddies are farmers and fishermen (mommies? they carry the students’ bags), which of course indicate that 1; earn RM 2500/month while 2; daddies earn RM200-RM400/month.

I earn RM3500/month, Shouldn’t I be ‘giving’ it back? So, teaching is a must do as far as my heart concerns. And, who wouldn’t want to be paid for doing her favourite thing? Even the MERIT I require during practicum does not promise the equal ecstasy when I hear my Year 1 students recite Monday – Friday in just a breath.

* stembok = pencil box