another girl in her own world..

i had a sudden urge to blog today. and i did write about something tadi. i wrote about my lil brother. it was a witty piece too. something that i know that would be an enjoyable read. well, i know B would find enjoyable. he has to. hehehe. majal. anyway, something happened and ilang the post!! and i’m too lazy to recall what i wrote. so lets see if theres something else i can blog about.

oooooh, i finally saw Bo today. for the past four years, i would see Bo at least 5-6 times a WEEK. ever since TP (teaching practice) ended, i rarely see her. so yeaaaa, kinda missed her. haha. come to think about it, i can’t believe i actually missed her. to think i actually HATED her dulu. (btw, this always happens to me. whoever i hate initially ends up being my close friends: Bo, Fiz, Fets & of course, B. hahaha.) Bo, or ida/dayah to some of you out there (alaaaaa, anak uncle Lip or bini Sameon. hahaha.. only atul would understand this..) is one of my oldest friend. we first met in darjah 4 ugama. so, primary 6. we were just 11. the irony is that eventhough we were classmates for the 7 years in high school. we weren’t exactly close friends. i have my rnBs and she has her groups of friends. however,close enough to tell a few personal details to each other. i remember asking her on a daily basis about this guy who i had a crush on. we would have deep, serious conversations whether he liked me or not. well, i did. i think she only listened to be polite. i can imagine her rolling her eyes. (fyi, the guy later became my first boyfriend.. :D)

In Uni, we were thrown together again. Bo, me and another girl,SY, would always hang/sit together since we all came from the same highschool. it became just me and Bo from the 3rd semester because SY had a different major (physics) then ours (math). we then started to hang out with the computer science people. 4th semester, the CS people went overseas so we then hung out with the boys from our course (ali, along, mizi, khaliq). i think we got very close with mizi during the 5th semester. ’cause he had to be our driver.

here is a story why:

i got my license the same year i stated uni. actually, i had only passed a few months before. so, i was extremely scared of driving. and the fastest i drove was 80km/h. *lol* sighhh.. the good old days. anyways, i felt better if i had someone with me while driving. since her house was on the way to school, i offered to picked her up everyday. bear in mind, this was the first year. by the third year, i cursed myself for opening my mouth in the first place. hehehe. (i love you,Bo. *peace*) one good thing was,if i was late, Bo was late with me. so, sometime during uni, Bo and i were involved in a car accident. a car drove into the side of my car. the irony is the car hit my side, but it was Bo who came out with more injuries. because my car was detained, mizi (who also lives on the way) picked us up everyday. (again, thank you, abg mizi! :D)

 mizi, Bo and me. this was taken by mizi. did i mention he’s one talented photographer?

back to the story, starting semester 6 till the end of our forth year, we hung out with atul’s group. for the past four years, its pretty much just me and Bo. hahaha. who woulda thunk it?? we were even together during observation month and did out TP in the same school.

 during TP,me and Bo sitting in the middle of the road at our school’s cross country.

why am i calling her Bo? during one fateful psychology class, the lecturer was talking about bobo dolls. you know, those round things where you fill water or sand at the bottom. you can punch ‘em over & over again and it still won’t fall? i think i was high that day and started to act like a bobo doll, swaying left and right. then

Bo sed: ‘you’re so high.. i’m calling you bobo.’

me: (inda mau kalah) ‘ if i’m bobo, you’re bimbo.’

………it was funnier the first this conversation happened. guess you’d either have to be high or there to get it. oh, and Bo calls me Bo too. if its too confusing, drop it. not point in trying to understand it now.

 me and Bo, during her engagement. we are such camwhores..

anyways, uni is over and we’re broke. so no reason to go out. hahaha. btw, did i mention we actually went to watch a movie during exam week? for about 4 semesters. i guess you can understand why i miss her. iatahkan, nyway….. tadi we went to the ICC to witness the kurafat exhibition. it was cooool and siok! but it got interrupted halfway sal hujan labat and i wanted to go home ASAP. the stupid thing is, we parked didn’t that far but it was raining heavily and extremely windy that even if we made a run for it, we’d get really wet. besides, Bo didn’t want to get her shoes wet. jubur. so we ended up asking the security guard to help. (’go, Bo. go flirt.’).

yeaaaaa.. it worked. we’re home, safe. :p i still can’t believe i’m blogging about her..

haha.. Bo, if you’re reading this, you suck! *peace* i is the loving yooou..

B was extremely addicted to Coke. he used to drink it every freakin day during every freakin meal. taking better care of himself,he resolved to stop drinking Coke. 

its been *drum roll please* 6 WHOLE MONTHS since his last drink!! hehehe..

so proud moment:

today he decided to stick to his guns and NOT drink any Coke. his choice was Coke or no drink at all. for someone like B, who can not live without it, i know that it was a very hard thing to do.

i is the very proud of my baby..

 me & B today.. i dunno why we made the face.

• i read Harry Potter’s book # 1 & 2. in anticipation of tomorrows edition. iski saya.
• went to lunch with my family di Wecan. you know, all this time i thought it was pronounced/spelled ‘weekend’. dunno why. not my kind of place plang. the price is ok but the food was more indonesian style.

photos of today:

 ”ayaei, gambar sama umi and abi.” and he gave me this pose.

  kaer n his mom. kiut ah..?

 eyan with our mom.

 this was candid. blabih kan?? taiming usulnya..

• then, kami ambil baju. i like mine. tho awal2,  banyak complain. hehehe. now, me likey.
• after that, kami ke hua ho mall. did some groceries.

eyan gave me bitchy look. so decided to post it. mwahahahahahahahaha.

 but she knows she looks kinda good. then i noticed her eyes..

 cool,huh?

• theeeeen balik.
• posted blog. btw, tadi brijap the weather! scaaaa-reeeee!
• abis tia.. later,toots.

At work yesterday, while supervising the kids who were doing their work and after walking around inspecting their work, i found myself browsing through the reading corner. one particular book caught my eye. if you think it was in educational book, think again. it was “My Disney’s Princess Annual 2003″.  …….i am now wondering why the book was there in the first place. anyway, it seemed like a cool book (& i was kinda running out of ideas what to write in my blog) so i decided to take a quick peek. ‘quick peek’ turned out to be ‘reading the whole book’. :p lets just say that the lil girl in me came out in full blast.

when it comes to disney cartoons, i have two all time favourites: Aladdin (who voiced Aladdin? lawa suaranya..) and when it comes to heroine, its a tie between Jasmine and Ariel. ok, my inner child is just bursting right now. hehehe. i like Jasmine because well, look at her. She has a very toned body and she’s an arabian princess! need i say more? as a kid, i liked her sal bajunya lawa. and she gets to be with a hot guy.. i liked Ariel because.. hehehe.. she’s just soo very pretty and carefree. oh, n her guy is just soo manly. sure, he’s easily manipulated but in the end, we know he really loves ariel.

anyways, the book that got me so fascinated about Disney’s princesses, contained loads of useless as an adult but interesting as a kid. apparently, tinkerbell has the same zodiac as me: Taurus. somehow the lil girl in me didn’t agree with that (”tinkerbell??”). i forgot which princess is under what zodiac. i was too preoccupied with my own zodiac (”tinkerbell?? she’s not even a princess!!”) oh, also, ada in the book was a quiz to see ‘which princess you are mostly like. i took the test shamelessly. hehe. i answered mostly D: “you have a strong sense of family(yup,yup, true..) and always strive fo their approval (hmmm.. partially true). you have a special love for dance and music (my dancing in my room kinda says it all. hehe.).”  apparently, the princess i am most likely to be is Mulan. She’s not a princess!! hehe. mau jua wah jadi princess.. :p

skalinya the other thing that caught my attention was the birth stone of each princess. mine is a diamond (naturally..). the princesses’ were as follows:

• Cinderella - Sapphire
• Belle - Ruby
• Ariel - Aquamarine (had the sudden urge to go ‘duuuuuh..’)
• Jasmine - Turquoise (again, ‘duuuuuh..”)
• Aurora (i like this name, tho not the cerita) - Emerald.

i like sapphire (B, hint,hint..) but i never really liked Cinderalla. she’s just so weak, if u ask me. mcm, stand up for urself, woman! and i think ruby suits Belle. red goes really well with that yellow gown of hers.

……..i just realised that even as a kid, i liked independant heroines. huh.. didn’t see that one coming. speaking of which, i like the idea of being swept off your feet; in love but the waiting to be rescued part? hmmmmmm.. i’m not much of a wait-er. ask B, i’m one impatient gurl. (though bulih a double-standard issue here as i tend to make him wait. heh. :p looooooove yewwww, B..) oh, and also, there are TWO Prince Charming (Cinderella & Snow white). wats up with that?? hehe. the book also gave detailed bio about the princes. well, bio on MY prince: black hair, dark brown eyes, likes understanding war tactics and politics (soo the opposite of me), loves ME (huhu).

yes, i am a girl in love. i am lucky to fall in love with my oldest friend. he was there during my prepubescent and ugly duckling stage (i’m just saying i look better now than i did then :p). hehe. we weren’t exactly the best of friends then but we have our moments, however rare it was. i know he’s a keeper and i intend to. insyALLAH, it will be forever. :D 

 my prince & i

ok, writing this post suddenly made me giddy.

“can’t stop smiling. can’t stop dancing. can’t stop dreaming.” - Aurora.

I already greeted her yesterday but i still feel like wishing her here.

Yesterday was the day one of my beloved cousin’s birthday. she is one of the most prettiest woman i know. always so ayu. hehe.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KAKA LONG!! (belated plang but its the thot that counts, rite? :p)

  (isn’t she purty??)

 we never hitted it of as kids. i was like the annoying lil sister and she the big talented big sister i never had. we didn’t exactly fight but we weren’t close either. haha. u get me, rite? nywy, if i’m bored and theres nothing else to do, you can almost always find me at her place, eating her food and borrowing her magazine. we’d either watch the latest dvd series that either of us bought or just gossip. she’s a teacher too so there always stories of her students antics. believe me, there’s a lot.

ka long, if you’re reading this, i love u and happy (belated) birthday!! msg2 saja if u wanna lanja. and i can’t lanja you unless i can pay with bulu. *lol*

i’m a huge fan of victoria beckham. yes. i am. and i’m not ashamed to admit it. hahahaha. not really anyway. so with that i want this :-

I WAN THIS MAG!!!! i dunno if this ada here..

*sigh*

or ani kah.. eventhough i dont really know when this was issued..

david beckham is hot, no? :p hopefully ada masih by the time i have money.

Did another spell of reliefing today. Ka na (my cousin who’s a teacher there) scared me with “bwoh! class gauk lagi tu!” when i told her. Yea. That didn’t help.

So, anyway, there i was, trying to calm the nerves. i had just instructed a kid “yang bulih diharapkan” (quoting Ka na) to get some papers from the office for their art lesson when sudddenly groups of kids surrounded my table. I tried to act calm and nonchalant. I was actually alarmed; Children of the Corn was replaying in my head. Then came the classic question: ” Cigu, sekolah ani behantu kah?”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *sigh*

I’m not saying that i don”t believe in ghosts. Its just that theres nothing like a haunted school to make you more interested in your school. :p One by one, the children cited their side of the story as to why they believed it and claims of its authenticity. Most of the girls, with a couple of boys thrown in, told their version on how the school became hanuted. One claimed the school used to be a hospital, something i knew was fiction sal i existed when it was first built. The school was not as old as they thought. (lets not go into that. sad ku memikirkan.)The building was built to be a school and it still is.

Another popular theory was the fact that the grounds used to a forest. “Patut tah behantu..” said a kid, when comfirmed her speculation. Bimbo moment: I seriously considered the theory and wondered if i could be true. Then it hit me, what place in Brunei didn’t used to be a forest?? i tell youuuuuu, my idiocy knows no bounds.

Oh, did i mention that they were noisy because they were drawing up a plan on how to explore the school and investigate. I wear to God, they even said “aku bawa Quran, ko bawa tasbih.” Iwas torn between laughing out loud and ber-Asthaghafar. They are so innocent and naive. Bear in mind,i was once like them

(note: before i go into this story, a lil intro: remember when you were a kid, there was always this one kid of the opposite sex who you just hate? you always fight with ‘em, always argue but then there are always occasions when they surprised you by being sweet and basically out-of-character. and when you think that you just might get along, they turn back into the mini-devil that we hate. Well, B (yes, my boyfriend) was, and still is sometimes, my mini-devil. :D)

We went to a private school where it had a home-y feel to it. it was small and divided into two blocks: one made of bricks, other of wood. behind the wooden block was this tiny hut. i don’ t really remember what it was really for but back then, me and my friends were convinced that it was haunted and it had the ability to possesed whomever touched it. so like the ‘brave’ kids today, we decided to investigate. no one dared to touch the hut. i think B, out of sheer annoyance, marched up to it and touched it. he was exasperated at our gullibility. it was then the scruffy brat decided to shake his whole body, moaning and acted all… possesed. i screamed. no way in hell was i going to find out what really happened. i wasn’t the only one. it was like every kid for him/herself. as it turned out, the Ngok made it up. he proved (rather successfully) that we are easily fooled. idiot. hahaha. macam still bitter kan?

i miss that. being innocent. being protected. believing that everything can be solved easily and there is no such thing as THAT bad. but one’s gotta learn, right? then again, maybe this that kind of thing that we need to overcome cynicism.

hehehe.. whatever.. i was amused today..

Day 1 of relief teaching. i was marking the students math homework. I find it weird (in a comforting sort of way) that i could easily fall back to my routine during my TP (teaching practice) days. Granted it ended last May, but still! hehe I was thinking to myself how grown up i feel; i am WORKING. I am EARNING MONEY. ………i am getting old.

So there i was, marking and marvelling at the same time when Vitamin C’s graduation song went on air (yes, ada radio dalam staffroom). Thats when i turned and started at the radio. Its like it knew what i was thinking!

Vitamin C’s graduation song was (is?) the rnB song. I think we were in form 4/5 when we first heard the song. we were really fixated by the “When we look back now, will that joke still be funny?” part. Well, ladies, what do you think? hehe. lame jokes are still our specialty Although we have matured (i like to think we have.), we still have our embarrassing bimbo moments.

fiz, breakaway, breakaway. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Do you realised that incident happened 10 YEARS ago? 10 YEARS!! you’d think we ‘d learn from our moments (we know there have been a lot) and avoid it but nooo, we never do. However, the one good thing that came out of it is that we’ve learned to tabalkan muka and not be embarrassed easily. Besides, we always have each other to laugh with. …..the ‘tough’ incident in KL is in my head suddenly. In KL, there was this shop called “tough” and for no particular reason.. Well, maybe fatigue. We have been shopping for 5 hours prior to the incident.

me: “fiz, how do you pronounce that? tow..? tog..?”

fiz: (giving me a ‘what da-’ look) “Tough”

me: “Thats not how you spell it!”

fiz: “It is!” (shaking her head in disbelief)

me: “Inda!”

fiz: “Spell it, then.”

me: “T-O-U-G…. oh..” (malu)

fiz: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA..” (runs to tell other rnBs)

The 13 of us have spread around the world. I don’t really know what  made us stick together but we do and we still are close. I know that we are fiercely protective of each other. Something i really appreciate especially when i’m down. One is considered lucky to have a bestfriend who’s there for you 24/7. i have 12. :p

something for my gurlies:

Vitamin C - Graduation Song Friends Forever

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we’re gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won’t be coming back
No more hanging out cause we’re on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don’t have another day
Cause we’re moving on and we can’t slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of the night in June
I Didn’t know much of love, but it came too soon
And There was me and you, and then it got real blue
Stay at home talkin’ on the telephone and
We would get so excited, we’d get so scared
Laughing at our selves thinking life’s not fair
And this is how it feels

Chorus:
As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, from whatever
We will still be, friends forever

So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money
When we look back now, will that joke still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won’t interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye
Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly
And this is how it feels

Repeat chorus

La, la, la, la; yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, we will still be friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it’s like we’re women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it’s not goodbye
Keep on thinking it’s a time to fly

i love you,dalengs.

 this post is dedicated to war. memajal wah anak atu. :p

weeeeellll.. lets seeeee.. i’m just gonna post about my relief teaching. i was fortunate enough to get  job a my old alma matter, PGGMB. i spent about 7 years of my young life at school. i had a nostalgic moment when i first started there. the pricipal who i once feared (…..who am i kidding? i still fear her!!) was still the principal. most of my teachers were stil teaching there too. hehe. i think i made them proud. their lil student all grown up and working already. ….its either that or i kinda made them depressed. :p

for 5 days i worked there, B woke up early just to drive me to school. isn’t he sweet? he knows i have my own car. every morning around 7am, he would pick me up and he would do it again around 12.15pm. and he would do his very best to pick me up early. he knows how i feel about the bra- i mean, kids there. if he knows he’s gonna be late,he would msg me with soothing words, calming me. hehe.. you gotta love the guy.

anyways, the class that i took over was a primary two class. Ya Allah!! Gauk nya!! the class was so big filled with 22 tiny people who happens to have very high pitched voices and are not shy to use it. who am i to compete with that?? mati kali.. you have no idea how many times i shout “CLASS!! APA NYA TEACHER?? JANGAN BISING! Siap sudah kerja kamu kah?” hahahaha. that usually brings me about 2-3 minutes of silence then bising tia balik and i have to shout all over again. its a wonder how my throat is not sore.

and OMG, the kids there love to tattletale.. hehe. sama plang mcm aku dulu. some of the things kids say:

• “cigu, ia ucap idung ku mcm idung kuyuuuk.”
• “cigu, ia ckp aku alum berus gigiiii.”
• “cigu, ia colour rambut nya kuninnnng.”
• “ia be cakap sampai betempias ke pipi ku!!”

 ……i swear to god, there more and it never stops. the only good thing about them is that drang ani kiasu. always trying to please the teacher. haha. so if u ask them for something, they’ll do it with pleasure and pride. during TP, i always ask my student to wipe the whiteboard for me so i didn;t really think twice of asking my primary two students to do the same things. hehe. ku lupa drang pendek wah..

 kiut kan???

mwahahahahaha. drang macam iski lagi tu kan men-wipe..

next story, KAER BALIK DAH!! ……and yea, i just spent about a few minutes with him and sasak tia ku balik.. hehe.. oh, that day, while waiting for them to arrive, me and my sibs ate at express with kaka long and her husband, abg along. fairose, dedeq’s girlfren was there too. nyway, i ordered choclate milkshake and french fries. i love dipping the fries into the milkshake. then abg along just had to say “inda brigali kah tu? mcm minyak in cream jua tuuu..”

 fairose, eyan, didi, ka long and ba along waiting..

 kaer with his mom.

…ok. i think thats it for now. tired. till next time, toots..

been busy. now tired. i was offered a job to relief at a private school. ku jaga primary two. i couldn’t even stand to be with kaer for more than half hour! let alone nearly 5 with 22 kids! ugh.. today was my last day. i’m gna catch up on my sleep then will blog more. fyi, i kept wanting to blog but i ended up deleting ‘em sal too tired.

sigh.. kaer balik esuk!! as much as i’m annoyed with that kid, i miss him. all i need is 15 minutes. then i’ll be annoyed again.. :p

going now.. zzzzzzZZzzz..