Him: So Huda. What makes you feel discontented about your teeth?
Me: Uhmmm........ (thinks really hard)
Me: There's a gap between my upper teeth and lower teeth? He hurriedly came over to inspect my teeth. Two teeth have just been extracted. And I didn't know blood tasted this good. Bloody good.
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The most heartbreaking thing occurred to me yesterday. I witnessed the children weep over the loss of their father. It was all too soon.
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For the very first time, today, I took over the kindergarten one (Pearl) classes. Mind you. I had two classes. One in the morning shift, the other in the afternoon. Handling a class of 21 kids can be tough. But somehow, I find it manageable. I love children and they're the reason I wake up every morning, looking very forward to school/work. Maybe that's why. My senior, Mdm Woo, of nine years experience (she still young la) has guided me and I learned a lot from her. I appreciate for her sharing of experience and patience. I thank her for trusting me to manage her classes. From teaching to discipline and the MOST challenging part (for me) is the communication between parents and teacher. Oh God. I did talk to a parent over the phone with regards to her daughter's performance in class. I swear I could hear my heart beat fast as I was trying my best to be tactful with my words. So far it went well. For now. I'm really grateful I had the chance to observe Mdm Woo's class during my first four days of work. If I was unlucky, surely I was dumped into a class, not knowing what to do, then everything went haywire. The best thing ever about teaching the K1 kids, is that they LISTEN to you. Honestly, I feel very very appreciated. They're eager to learn new things. I'm quite surprised they love to do work, although I find it a heavy load for them. Of course there're also the naughty/misbehaving ones, but I've successfully discipline them by being firm. Unlike the K1s, the K2s are the tough bunch of cookies (which the other teachers shared). They like to talk back; they think they're always right. Haiz. The nursey kids - you scold them for the umpteenth time, they still won't bother. And they cry a lot. I had an art and craft activity with the kids that involve painting. UGHHHHHH. I HATE PAINTING. I'll get so paranoid if the paint-coated paint brushes landed on their uniforms or their friends'. Even the walls. I'll be dead having a hard time with their parents. And today, unlucky enough, my kid, Syahmi passed motion four times. And I'm referring to the big business. But I was cool. My first time, I was all ewwww and yuckkk to my nephew. Then mom scolded me. That's what I'm going to expect when I work with or having kids. Syahmi: (looking worried, holding on tightly to my shirt) Teacher, I very scared to go toilet.
Me: What's wrong? You know how to pass urine right?
(Syahmi shooked his head many many times)
Me: Oh. Syahmi you having stomachache is it?
(Syahmi nodded his head once)
Me: Don't worry. Then why must you cry? Teacher is not scolding you. I'll bring you to the toilet. Four steps later..... Me: Take off your shorts and underwear.
(He held onto my hand, crying)
Me: (sounded serious) Stop crying Syahmi I am not angry at you. When you're done, shout for me okay. I have to also look after the rest outside.
Syahmi: Ok. Five minutes or so later..... Syahmi: TEEAAAAACCCCHHHHHHEEEEERRRR. DAH.
Me: Okay I'm coming. Is your stomach feeling better already?
(He nodded) Hahaha. Soon after, he needed the toilet again. Me: What did you eat yesterday Syahmi?
Syahmi: I ate rice.
(I burst out loud; I also don't know for what)
Syahmi: *giggles* Then again. Me: This time got anything come out?
Syahmi: Ermmmm. Nope. And finally. It was almost time to go home. I was busily explaining to the kids about their homework when suddenly one of them informed me she heard Syahmi shout. Me: Oh ya!
Syahmi: TEEACCHHHHEEEERRRRR!!!!!
Me: So sorry Syahmi I almost forgot about you! Poor Syahmi. Poor me. I stink. Also today, I mistakenly gave out one of the twins' workbooks. The books belong to their names however I pasted their colour tapes wrongly. Supposedly I just need to switch the tapes to the colour they belong in their group. I will also take a look at their name tags first before calling for them. Really confusing. Then there's this really one funny guy who will speak Malay ALL the time. I know he understands English. Somehow he just prefers talking in Malay (I reply him in English though). Surprisingly today, his groupmates told me he speak in English. Like them, I was also astonished. Hah. 
I was all so kan cheong, alone in the classroom with the awesome kids but at the end of the day, it's pretty amazing I'm capable of doing my work smoothly. With great thanks to the rest of the teachers too. I love my smartass kids. Hello weekend!
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To my colleagues back at 33 Jalan Afifi #06-01, miss you guys man. I'd been bullied by all you people. Instead of crying or feeling mad, I laughed out loud, causing customers to yell at me when I was on the phone with them. I hope all of you guys are doing fine. To future-to-be-Doctor Cang Ning, all the best for your A level results. To Ziyang, congratulations again for passing your theory test in driving and study hard to earn your degree. Yaso my coolest colleague, please don't spend too much on shopping. Save up for your degree. Jen my jie jie, don't forget to invite me on your wedding day. You're going to be one hot housewife. Nat, you reminded me of Taylor Swift la. Look-alike. I barely know you but you're like my sunshine. Bella, thanks for inviting me to your happyful engagement day. Please be more patient and gentle and return my Jenga soon. Many many success to all of you and have a beautiful life ahead! 
I love my new job. Just so you know, I'm an early childhood educator. In layman's term, kindergarten teacher la. I look very forward waking up early in the morning, go to school and looking at how eager they are to learn. (Although I tend to become restless entertaining and reprimanding them.) I'm going to take over the teacher's class tomorrow so hopefully all is well. Damn these kids are too cute to be angry or scolded at. The noisiness, morning tantrums, quarrels and cry-babies - I'm still working on that. Each time I reprimand them, I have the tiny tendency to burst into laughter. So I try to control it. Getting better already. Oh yeah and the coolest thing ever, I have three pairs of twins in my class. How complicated but cool can that be? 
My nephews. They just happen to resemble some of the kids in class. :D
I'm impressed with kids these days. Effingly smart. Take a look at their faces and you can judge they'll have the brightest future. They're our future artist, doctor, magazine editor, newscaster, athlete, counselor, chef, member of parliament and/or millionaire. Basically, I love my life right now. I'm living my dream, my moment. I would love to do this for the rest of my life. I thank you Allah. One more goal for me to achieve: a Diploma AND Degree in Early Childhood Education. Gonna work hard for these. Oh yes I will.
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Omfg. Backstreet Boys. Paramore. In. Singapore. PPLLEASEEEEEEEEEEE don't make me go alone. So don't show me the meaning of being lonely. If not then I'll be in a misery business. But If I have to then no choice la. Lol. Here we go again. Like I have the time and money for these performances. We shall see.
Backstreet Boys the greatest. Love the old school pop. The very first song I listened to was 'Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely'. My cousin had his discman on. (I was nine.) We were in a van. He saw me feeling bored so he passed me his earphone and I plugged in. At that instant, I felt like the song was the effing best sad song in the whole wide world. Oftenly I came across the music videos for 'Everybody (Backstreet's Back)' and 'Larger Than Life' on MTV until the lyrics stuck into my head. WICKED AWESOME! Then back in primary school, most of my classmates preferred Westlife. BOOOOOOO. Backstreet Boys dabest la. I discovered Paramore after I joined MySpace, the very old, first, already-deleted account. I was just browsing through the list of new indie rock bands. I don't know why, but the name Paramore sounded very cool. I love cool things. So I clicked onto their profile page and whoah. The lead singer is a female, and she has an effing powerful vocal. They didn't have much friends or comments on their profile at that point of time. Their music video on Misery Business and even the song, is just so cool. I'm not a hardcore fan but I'm in love with their music.
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Yesterday I smsed Melissa. Today I chatted online with Sharifah. I better include this keep-in-touch-with-an-old-friend activity on my everyday to-do list. I just talked about the days with Sharifah when she would bring a home-made snack, specially prepared by her mother to school. It was so kind of her to share her food with me during recess. Thanks again Shar. Haha. I effing love it when we had the free time after school to chill out, watching movies as well. Just like normal teenagers do. 
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I'm assigned to be a(n amateur) photographer for my cousin's big day - his engagement. (Congrats bro!) Surprising indeed. My aunt picked me. I'm great (yes indeed) at using compact digital cameras, but not for DSLR cameras. Haven't tried using them but I'm going to rent one and do some major practicing. I promise I'll do an excellent job auntie!
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I was (barely) halfway through watching The Pianist. Then I couldn't help it but to stop watching. I was stunned, for a moment my whole body was trembling, stared at nothing, then cried. That scene...........it hit me so hard. It hurts me most when they shot the innocent Jews with no rhyme or reason, as if they've just opened up bottles of champagne and spray-champagne with victory. I don't even have a better vulgar to curse the nazis. Two words for sure - heartless bastards. I hate you hitler. You're a sore loser. The first alphabet of your name shouldn't even be capitalised. Ban that. And your followers are damn effing sore losers. Put yourselves into the lives of these people that you spit on, punch, behead, shoot and kill. Saying all these is so darn easy. How can I imagine myself living in the ghetto, surrounded with tall fences made of bricks? Walking down the narrow alley, helplessly looking at the children starve, women mourn and the old men lay in open graves. They suffered so much. Like them, I can't do almost about anything too. 
Jews in the 30s were impressively successful. Living in a beautiful home with an awesome career and growing up from a humble family that everybody dreamt of. The next minute your house just got bombed, you search for your wife and kids; but you're too late. You lose everything.
Best movie in the decade for sure. I remembered going for a class excursion in secondary two to the Kranji war memorial. And I still have this quote pictured in my head: 
http://www.flickr.com/photos/randomjerry/389879754/
Back to where we are now, can everybody in this world put a stop to the racism/religion dispute shit? As told by my history teacher, don't let history repeat itself again blah blah blah blah. What the hell is going on with Malaysia then? Attacking places of worship? Learn to respect each other la please. I'm proud to say that I am a Muslim and Allah is the almighty God. Regardless of religion or race, we, as humans, should resolve conflicts in a humane, ethical and sane manner. And what is wrong with the prime minister of Malaysia? Posting a series of comments about this serious issue over Twitter is considered unprofessional and a laugh-over-matter. "I don’t understand. Why the violence? Why the hostility? Are we so damned hot-headed, so intolerant, that we cannot resolve what started as a non-issue without burning something down? This act is not only burning a church. It is also burning that already fragile, invisible bridge between the people of Malaysia."
- http://malaysianpolitics.wordpress.com/
Spread the peace, love and respect.
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Hey you. Yes. You, my friend. Please ask me out. I need a break. No matter how far the location is, how expensive the food or bus/train fare is, how many people that are joining, just take me out. Of course once in a while la. You must also remember to spend some quality time at home with your family, your pet, your favourite tv show or your boyfriend/girlfriend. Haven't been meeting you people for months. I need to do some recreational activities man. 
Golly gosh. Gorgeous siblings. Britains make great models. Something unique about their faces. Damn. Emma is effing rich and brilliant. She's the luckiest girl ever.
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B-E-A-U-tiful.
My instinct tells me that 2010 is going to be an awesome year ahead. As told by Jennifer Stone, 2010 is the year of no fear. I will wipe off all the negative thoughts, be blessed for who I am and what I have today, be (more) kind to nature and cherish every moment I have with family and friends. Usually at this time I would be nervous plus eager for next day's first day of school, packing my bag, stationeries and stuff. Haha. Those days.
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Him: So Huda. What makes you feel discontented about your teeth?
Me: Uhmmm........ (thinks really hard)
Me: There's a gap between my upper teeth and lower teeth? He hurriedly came over to inspect my teeth. Two teeth have just been extracted. And I didn't know blood tasted this good. Bloody good.
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The most heartbreaking thing occurred to me yesterday. I witnessed the children weep over the loss of their father. It was all too soon.
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For the very first time, today, I took over the kindergarten one (Pearl) classes. Mind you. I had two classes. One in the morning shift, the other in the afternoon. Handling a class of 21 kids can be tough. But somehow, I find it manageable. I love children and they're the reason I wake up every morning, looking very forward to school/work. Maybe that's why. My senior, Mdm Woo, of nine years experience (she still young la) has guided me and I learned a lot from her. I appreciate for her sharing of experience and patience. I thank her for trusting me to manage her classes. From teaching to discipline and the MOST challenging part (for me) is the communication between parents and teacher. Oh God. I did talk to a parent over the phone with regards to her daughter's performance in class. I swear I could hear my heart beat fast as I was trying my best to be tactful with my words. So far it went well. For now. I'm really grateful I had the chance to observe Mdm Woo's class during my first four days of work. If I was unlucky, surely I was dumped into a class, not knowing what to do, then everything went haywire. The best thing ever about teaching the K1 kids, is that they LISTEN to you. Honestly, I feel very very appreciated. They're eager to learn new things. I'm quite surprised they love to do work, although I find it a heavy load for them. Of course there're also the naughty/misbehaving ones, but I've successfully discipline them by being firm. Unlike the K1s, the K2s are the tough bunch of cookies (which the other teachers shared). They like to talk back; they think they're always right. Haiz. The nursey kids - you scold them for the umpteenth time, they still won't bother. And they cry a lot. I had an art and craft activity with the kids that involve painting. UGHHHHHH. I HATE PAINTING. I'll get so paranoid if the paint-coated paint brushes landed on their uniforms or their friends'. Even the walls. I'll be dead having a hard time with their parents. And today, unlucky enough, my kid, Syahmi passed motion four times. And I'm referring to the big business. But I was cool. My first time, I was all ewwww and yuckkk to my nephew. Then mom scolded me. That's what I'm going to expect when I work with or having kids. Syahmi: (looking worried, holding on tightly to my shirt) Teacher, I very scared to go toilet.
Me: What's wrong? You know how to pass urine right?
(Syahmi shooked his head many many times)
Me: Oh. Syahmi you having stomachache is it?
(Syahmi nodded his head once)
Me: Don't worry. Then why must you cry? Teacher is not scolding you. I'll bring you to the toilet. Four steps later..... Me: Take off your shorts and underwear.
(He held onto my hand, crying)
Me: (sounded serious) Stop crying Syahmi I am not angry at you. When you're done, shout for me okay. I have to also look after the rest outside.
Syahmi: Ok. Five minutes or so later..... Syahmi: TEEAAAAACCCCHHHHHHEEEEERRRR. DAH.
Me: Okay I'm coming. Is your stomach feeling better already?
(He nodded) Hahaha. Soon after, he needed the toilet again. Me: What did you eat yesterday Syahmi?
Syahmi: I ate rice.
(I burst out loud; I also don't know for what)
Syahmi: *giggles* Then again. Me: This time got anything come out?
Syahmi: Ermmmm. Nope. And finally. It was almost time to go home. I was busily explaining to the kids about their homework when suddenly one of them informed me she heard Syahmi shout. Me: Oh ya!
Syahmi: TEEACCHHHHEEEERRRRR!!!!!
Me: So sorry Syahmi I almost forgot about you! Poor Syahmi. Poor me. I stink. Also today, I mistakenly gave out one of the twins' workbooks. The books belong to their names however I pasted their colour tapes wrongly. Supposedly I just need to switch the tapes to the colour they belong in their group. I will also take a look at their name tags first before calling for them. Really confusing. Then there's this really one funny guy who will speak Malay ALL the time. I know he understands English. Somehow he just prefers talking in Malay (I reply him in English though). Surprisingly today, his groupmates told me he speak in English. Like them, I was also astonished. Hah.
I was all so kan cheong, alone in the classroom with the awesome kids but at the end of the day, it's pretty amazing I'm capable of doing my work smoothly. With great thanks to the rest of the teachers too. I love my smartass kids. Hello weekend!
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To my colleagues back at 33 Jalan Afifi #06-01, miss you guys man. I'd been bullied by all you people. Instead of crying or feeling mad, I laughed out loud, causing customers to yell at me when I was on the phone with them. I hope all of you guys are doing fine. To future-to-be-Doctor Cang Ning, all the best for your A level results. To Ziyang, congratulations again for passing your theory test in driving and study hard to earn your degree. Yaso my coolest colleague, please don't spend too much on shopping. Save up for your degree. Jen my jie jie, don't forget to invite me on your wedding day. You're going to be one hot housewife. Nat, you reminded me of Taylor Swift la. Look-alike. I barely know you but you're like my sunshine. Bella, thanks for inviting me to your happyful engagement day. Please be more patient and gentle and return my Jenga soon. Many many success to all of you and have a beautiful life ahead!
I love my new job. Just so you know, I'm an early childhood educator. In layman's term, kindergarten teacher la. I look very forward waking up early in the morning, go to school and looking at how eager they are to learn. (Although I tend to become restless entertaining and reprimanding them.) I'm going to take over the teacher's class tomorrow so hopefully all is well. Damn these kids are too cute to be angry or scolded at. The noisiness, morning tantrums, quarrels and cry-babies - I'm still working on that. Each time I reprimand them, I have the tiny tendency to burst into laughter. So I try to control it. Getting better already. Oh yeah and the coolest thing ever, I have three pairs of twins in my class. How complicated but cool can that be?
My nephews. They just happen to resemble some of the kids in class. :D
I'm impressed with kids these days. Effingly smart. Take a look at their faces and you can judge they'll have the brightest future. They're our future artist, doctor, magazine editor, newscaster, athlete, counselor, chef, member of parliament and/or millionaire. Basically, I love my life right now. I'm living my dream, my moment. I would love to do this for the rest of my life. I thank you Allah. One more goal for me to achieve: a Diploma AND Degree in Early Childhood Education. Gonna work hard for these. Oh yes I will.
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Omfg. Backstreet Boys. Paramore. In. Singapore. PPLLEASEEEEEEEEEEE don't make me go alone. So don't show me the meaning of being lonely. If not then I'll be in a misery business. But If I have to then no choice la. Lol. Here we go again. Like I have the time and money for these performances. We shall see.
Backstreet Boys the greatest. Love the old school pop. The very first song I listened to was 'Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely'. My cousin had his discman on. (I was nine.) We were in a van. He saw me feeling bored so he passed me his earphone and I plugged in. At that instant, I felt like the song was the effing best sad song in the whole wide world. Oftenly I came across the music videos for 'Everybody (Backstreet's Back)' and 'Larger Than Life' on MTV until the lyrics stuck into my head. WICKED AWESOME! Then back in primary school, most of my classmates preferred Westlife. BOOOOOOO. Backstreet Boys dabest la. I discovered Paramore after I joined MySpace, the very old, first, already-deleted account. I was just browsing through the list of new indie rock bands. I don't know why, but the name Paramore sounded very cool. I love cool things. So I clicked onto their profile page and whoah. The lead singer is a female, and she has an effing powerful vocal. They didn't have much friends or comments on their profile at that point of time. Their music video on Misery Business and even the song, is just so cool. I'm not a hardcore fan but I'm in love with their music. |
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Yesterday I smsed Melissa. Today I chatted online with Sharifah. I better include this keep-in-touch-with-an-old-friend activity on my everyday to-do list. I just talked about the days with Sharifah when she would bring a home-made snack, specially prepared by her mother to school. It was so kind of her to share her food with me during recess. Thanks again Shar. Haha. I effing love it when we had the free time after school to chill out, watching movies as well. Just like normal teenagers do.
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I'm assigned to be a(n amateur) photographer for my cousin's big day - his engagement. (Congrats bro!) Surprising indeed. My aunt picked me. I'm great (yes indeed) at using compact digital cameras, but not for DSLR cameras. Haven't tried using them but I'm going to rent one and do some major practicing. I promise I'll do an excellent job auntie!
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I was (barely) halfway through watching The Pianist. Then I couldn't help it but to stop watching. I was stunned, for a moment my whole body was trembling, stared at nothing, then cried. That scene...........it hit me so hard. It hurts me most when they shot the innocent Jews with no rhyme or reason, as if they've just opened up bottles of champagne and spray-champagne with victory. I don't even have a better vulgar to curse the nazis. Two words for sure - heartless bastards. I hate you hitler. You're a sore loser. The first alphabet of your name shouldn't even be capitalised. Ban that. And your followers are damn effing sore losers. Put yourselves into the lives of these people that you spit on, punch, behead, shoot and kill. Saying all these is so darn easy. How can I imagine myself living in the ghetto, surrounded with tall fences made of bricks? Walking down the narrow alley, helplessly looking at the children starve, women mourn and the old men lay in open graves. They suffered so much. Like them, I can't do almost about anything too.
Jews in the 30s were impressively successful. Living in a beautiful home with an awesome career and growing up from a humble family that everybody dreamt of. The next minute your house just got bombed, you search for your wife and kids; but you're too late. You lose everything.
Best movie in the decade for sure. I remembered going for a class excursion in secondary two to the Kranji war memorial. And I still have this quote pictured in my head:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/randomjerry/389879754/
Back to where we are now, can everybody in this world put a stop to the racism/religion dispute shit? As told by my history teacher, don't let history repeat itself again blah blah blah blah. What the hell is going on with Malaysia then? Attacking places of worship? Learn to respect each other la please. I'm proud to say that I am a Muslim and Allah is the almighty God. Regardless of religion or race, we, as humans, should resolve conflicts in a humane, ethical and sane manner. And what is wrong with the prime minister of Malaysia? Posting a series of comments about this serious issue over Twitter is considered unprofessional and a laugh-over-matter. "I don’t understand. Why the violence? Why the hostility? Are we so damned hot-headed, so intolerant, that we cannot resolve what started as a non-issue without burning something down? This act is not only burning a church. It is also burning that already fragile, invisible bridge between the people of Malaysia."
- http://malaysianpolitics.wordpress.com/
Spread the peace, love and respect.
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Hey you. Yes. You, my friend. Please ask me out. I need a break. No matter how far the location is, how expensive the food or bus/train fare is, how many people that are joining, just take me out. Of course once in a while la. You must also remember to spend some quality time at home with your family, your pet, your favourite tv show or your boyfriend/girlfriend. Haven't been meeting you people for months. I need to do some recreational activities man.
Golly gosh. Gorgeous siblings. Britains make great models. Something unique about their faces. Damn. Emma is effing rich and brilliant. She's the luckiest girl ever.
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B-E-A-U-tiful.
My instinct tells me that 2010 is going to be an awesome year ahead. As told by Jennifer Stone, 2010 is the year of no fear. I will wipe off all the negative thoughts, be blessed for who I am and what I have today, be (more) kind to nature and cherish every moment I have with family and friends. Usually at this time I would be nervous plus eager for next day's first day of school, packing my bag, stationeries and stuff. Haha. Those days.
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Strangers have always mistaken me for Chinese and/or Filipino.
Sometimes I fake it but they could tell.
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but I can converse, write & curse in fluent English & Malay.
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