So my MOM is a BIG fan of DAVID COOK

I was helping my mom to rearrange some things in her salon when I found the original David Cook CD. I went like "Who bought u this, Ma?" And her reply was, "Nobody. I did".

Yeah. David Cook rocks.

Of Shits. And more.

So I am not happy today.

To tell you the truth, I have this very bad habit which I find very difficult to erase. Say, if something I look forward to is about to happen tomorrow, I can't sleep well tonight. Is it just me, or is there any scientific explanation of that?

Results are supposed to come out TODAY. But maybe those people from Bhg Akademik lost track of time, or maybe they are in a completely different universe so their calender is obviously different from the one we use here on earth. The first shit of the day.

Then, I went to Tailor A's Shop to pick up my jeans I asked them to alter 3 days ago. The staff forgot to tell the person incharged and there you go, it was not even touched yet. It shouldn't take that long I reckon. Thank you very much.

Later in the evening, I called Tailor B to ask about the baju kurung I'm supposed to wear next week. In the first place she promised to get it done by tomorrow. BUT she said sorry and asked me to get it next Monday. Thank you again. That made my day.

Favourite.

Tired of doing grammar exercises and reading comprehension passages, I decided to do a communicative activity in my class today. So the day before, I asked the kids to bring their anything that can be considered their favourite.

So these were some of the things that they brought to class:
1. Teddy Bears (most of the girls did, hehe)
2. Pet (Danish and Imran brought their Prawns named Black and Twins in a very cute aquarium)
3. Chocolate
4. Story books / Novel
5. Clothes ( T-shirt, dress and jeans)

The kids are very creative. I didn't gave any suggestions of what they might want to bring to class. The whole idea is to get them to talk about their favourite whatever, and I thought that it was a success. They feel free to talk and share some interesting stories with the class. I've learned a few things from them. And I'm willing to learn more. :)

Untitled.

Well they say, everything happens for a reason. We might plans things, but Allah knows best. Umi's operation was cancelled (God knows how shocked I was when she told me about this. Sgt tak logik okkay). And trip to Sabah is postponed, perhaps until some time next year.

Work was fine. But to tell you the truth, my very first class was a disaster. I just don't know how to deal with little kids. Fyi, I was asked to teach Secondary students but ended up teaching Primary 1 and 2. They are mischievous (if I were to teach them every day, I think I'll be diagnosed with high blood pressure very soon). Okay, I didn't mean that. Hee.

But after a few weeks, I feel that it's not that bad. Despite the fact that they are almost impossible to handle, they are actually very loveable. You can't have students hugging you (only the girls, ya) when you enter the class. Sweet kn mereka? Smiles.