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It is Saturday and ..wow..the last entry I written was about last Saturday. One crazy week flew so fast and I didnt even leave a note to remind meself about it? What a blasphemy!

Valentine's Day brought Lauren, Grace and I to Chinatown. I had to buy chair 'shoes', of all things. Anyway it was nice. No more flaming bak kwa by the roadsides anymore...so the PSI was still good. So many sweets and goodies...so little money. Hah. Dinner was great, though.





Food glorious food.

Went for a spin after Chinatown. Drove past Holland Village and after that, we were on a mission to find Dempsey Road/Tanglin Village's The Hacienda Bar. Discovering that place, we were quite awed at the vast civilasation the place had. It was like discovering a whole new state. We checked out the weirdly "atas" place in an idyllic surrounding and then left. After being bitten by mosquitoes, of course.

Next time...next time.
When we feel richer and classier, okay?

I met Fifi and Din on Thursday to catch HALF NELSON.




I am so sorry, guys.
I didnt expect it to be that slow and boring for you people.
Paiseh.

Anyway, I thought HALF NELSON was all right, although it was slow at the beginning. Production wise, it gave the same vibe as Sideways and Little Miss Sunshine and oh, TransAmerica. So yeah...it was something I was familiar with.

The movie..the movie...junkie teacher, black student in the ghetto...noble-sounding plot but it wasnt. I shall not describe anymore because I think you should experience this yourself. Really.

Cindy: Knock, knock.
Dan: [rolling his eyes but gamely playing along] Who's there?
Cindy: The Interrupting Cow.
Dan: The Interru...
Cindy: Moooooo!

Oh.
I dont think Ryan Gosling was THAT fantastic though.

Yesterday was the CNY concert in school. It was hilarious when the lower Sec came onstage to perform their lion dance routines with their artificial lion heads. Laughed so hard till I was crying. But there was an entry from Sec 4 and then..they won! It was a total sham. I was appalled at the organisers. My poor lower sec students were left in the cold. Lo your hei, ah!

Okay. Got to go for a new class which starts at 1630hrs. Later at night, am going to meet Moonies at Esplanade for the fireworks.

GONG XI FA CAI everyone (to those celebrating, that is) . May the year of the Pig bring you much prosperity. Oink!


P/S: Happy belated Valentine's Day to all my friends too.

P/P/S: Something to share. For entertainment, click here.

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"Be a good boy"

So last Saturday after a trip to Haig Road, Sharinah and I split ways. I went to This Fashion (or some budget outlet) and had a blast sifting through tacky clothes, hoping to get good bargains. Realised this branch at Lion City Hotel had a lot of nice stuff…dresses especially. But after lingering in the shop for about an hour, I finally managed to curb myself to just a top and a skirt.

Took a bus down to Marina Centre and continued to shop at Dorothy Perkins to use the voucher. Spent $75 but managed to pay only $25…because the rest were sponsored by Dear and CY1. By the way…I miss you two. Feels like I have been missing out on a lot of things. Anyway CY1, congratulations on the new *ahem* and good luck.

After walking around Marina Centre (and coming out disappointed at Zara) I decided to join Grace and Lauren who were in town. After checking out some stuff, we decided to catch a movie.

A note to make. At that time I was terribly sleepy.
I had gone more than 24 hours without sleep.





LITTLE CHILDREN was a bit disturbing for me (when I was awake, that is). After overcoming the initial bout of sleepiness, I sat rooted intrigued. It was also because the air conditioning was too cold in the theatre.

The movie shows totally dysfunctional adults, as they get in and out of messy torrid love affairs. It is like Desperate Housewives meet Trust The Man meet 40-Year-Old-Virgin meet Sixth Sense. See…it sounds disturbing already.

Anyway though I find the movie to be chilling (or was it the aircon again?), I don’t find Kate Winslet to be very rah-rah in the movie. She gets naked…she gets fucked. She has been there and done that anyway. Nothing great.

Sheesh.
Hype.

A thousand times goodnight, fornicating people.


P/S: Today I sent 3 boys to sit outside the class because they were too disruptive. So they sat outside (almost) in the mid day heat. Only called them in when the class was over. Deserving.

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I remember the time when I lost my mind

and I miss my friends.

Time now is 1145 and the class irked me so. Have about an hour to recuperate before attacking the next final classes. Sec literature classes are never a problem, though. Only the Sec 1s give me a freaking headache. They have the power to draw out the most evil and ugliest being in me. Getting my wrath is totally deserving.

Anyway, yeah, I just miss my friends.
Just because.

Last Friday saw me home earlier than normal. Had lunch with a fellow teacher at Swensens’ and well, like the usual first meal goes, it was stressful trying to keep up with fodder for conversation. I must have gone on and on… hoping that long silence didn’t creep up. Now I am not sure if the colleague wants to eat with me anymore. If the person doesn’t, hell.. I am fine with that.

Intended to clear some clutter in the cupboard after work. Somehow, I ended up falling asleep surrounded by piles of clothes. Only woke up when Grace called me at night to confirm the Zouk outing. Shit ..it was already 2100+. Got up, brushed my teeth and got ready to party.

Ting, Felicia and Jimmy were at the members’ area. The place was crowded so we sat outside and waited for the mood to come. Naturally we cam-whored. Think I looked Indian-ish. Look out for pictures.



Yeah I wore the old hard lens on my left…on the right, I wore the disposable soft lens.
Hell yeah!


Unfortunately, I didn’t feel Roger Sanchez. Some of his stuff sounded too techno-ish for me. Didn’t get the vibe sadly (and vibe is very important you know). Moved on to Phuture for a while but I realised hitting Phuture on Friday without hip-hop/RnB kakis was a bit of a blah. So Lauren, Grace and I called it quits, cabbed down to Orchard Cineleisure and ate at Xin Wang. The girls got their sustenance while I, at 0330hrs, had breakfast of kaya toasts and milk tea.




Ting joined us later but she was too high and stoned (eh?) to last with us. She fell asleep on the table and soon decided to go home.

We stayed till almost 0500hrs. I went home, took a shower and did some reading. Soon it was time for NPCC. Lasted till 1400hrs, had lunch and then got home at around 1530hrs. Met Sharinah and we headed to check out some new religious classes at Haig Road. We split ways soon after that and then I went shopping … finally deciding to use the voucher CY and Dear gave me.

Gah.
Time for class.

JIHAD!

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Friday..i seek paradise

Must have the need to censor.

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Unwarranted chances

Finally got my hands on the computer. Here are some photos…taken since the days of Adam.




On the 30th January 2007, I met Dear and CY at Café Cartel, Plaza Singapura. They then presented me with my birthday gift.

For the 2nd time coming!


I like!
Thank you ladies!

Then there was the first leg of the ASEAN Football Club with Adrian, Shuxiang, Vinz, Alfian and Caiying at the Kallang Stadium on January 31st. The walk to the arena was long and tedious. I had visions of pilgrims doing their Haj at Mecca!

Oh yeah..amidst a sea of red, I was wearing the white England jersey.





Gah!
Felt like Shrek sitting beside CY2!


Saturday was the JANUARY MOONIES’ BIRTHDAY @ a coffeeshop in Clementi. Though the location sounded dodgy, believe me, the company and the food weren’t. Must thank Susan for organising it.

Susan, the January babies thank you.


Took this first thing.
Thanks to Gracie than for wanting to pick me up from AMK.
Will have to wait for Mail for the rest of the pictures.

Anyway the reno is almost done..phew.
My room is done! Complete with ugly sheets. They will have to go.




Yeah…the kitchen is a sea of green. The last time I counted, there were 4 shades altogether. Great…not. But, sigh, you know how I have no say in all these, right? I cant even pass a bloody comment.

Oh well. Backdated entries aside.

Caught a movie last night with the 2 usual suspects.







THE LAST KING OF SCOTLAND gave me a sense of déjà vu. Couldn’t decide between Hotel Rwanda or the West Timor trip last year, haha! Forest Whitaker’s portrayal of the real Ugandan dictator Idi Amin was so convincing, it was scary. Every heave and sigh was perfection. Everything falls into place.

[Hold on. Fifi called. Supper with him and Din? I want to sleep lah! And please, anti-social my ass.]


"You came to Africa to play the white man. But we aren't a game. We're real. This room is real. And when you die, it will be the first real thing you have done." (Idi Amin)

Based on a true story, TLKoS is told through the narration of a fictitious Scottish lad (James McAvoy). He looks familiar and afterwards I realise that he is Mr Tumnus from Naohia Narnia. He doesn’t look too pleasing to the eyes in this show. I don’t know why. Maybe the fact that he is a serial womaniser in this movie just puts me off. Some call it good acting, though.


"If you're afraid of death... it just shows you have a life worth keeping." (Nicholas Garrigan)


Anyway, TLKoS is a scary film. Not scary like the Saw franchise or those Jap-shit horror flicks. This is scary because it is very real and the unrest in Africa has been notoriously famous worldwide. It is also real in the sense how people who look at the issues from the outside feel they can make light of things and begin to meddle. I love this movie because one of my favourite topics of all times is involved – politics.

Dirty, scheming and bloody.
Politics, for you.

School was a challenge today. In fact, every Thursday IS a challenge because it is when I have lessons back to back…with only 1 miserable break in the middle. And that break is usually taken up by lesson prep. Did a lot of talking today. Told them my stories (I seem to have a lot of stories. Wah!) and entertained some with ghost stories (real and otherwise).

As usual, I encountered a few fucked up jokers who would just make my life miserable. There was this Sec 2 boy who came into my last class (a Sec 1 class), started calling me names and cursed at me for no reason. Ah I remember this boy. I relieved his class last year and he was one sad fucker.

He came barging into the classroom because he was close to one of my students. I told him to get out and got really pissed off. Sensing my royal pissdom (not good for kids cause they were afraid I wouldn’t let them go home), my students began to scream at him to get out. Wah syiok. I got back-up. Joker still stood there. I gave him one last warning.

Silence.
Joker walked out.

Then everything went back to normal.

I love normal technical students. So understanding.

Hahaha.

I know I know. I shouldn’t say that. But it did come out and you know what they say about words. You cant swallow them back. Hah, shit happens.

Man.
I really need to control my violent temper.

Later.


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The black parade

Man!

I had NPCC after school yesterday and after that, I joined some of my cadets/students for a little street soccer...in my ballet pumps and skirt! Of course I ditched the shoes and soon began to play barefooted. At the end of it, the feet got super sore and I was limping to the bus stop.

Of course, I was tired like hell. One of the boys aimlessly and retardedly kicked the ball to my face and hit my glasses. I gave out a loud "CHEE B YE!!!!!" and soon started chasing the boy. I grabbed him by the collar and began to hit him. I forgot I was the teacher then. Thank God it happened within a few seconds. I of course apologised but the boy was apologetic too. In fact, he allowed him to him more. If I am not wrong, I think I refused.

I think.

So I got home around 1915hrs, tired like crazy because I havent been playing sports for so long and I havent been running and screaming like that. I was on my way to the bathroom when I came upon the bed and I fell asleep. The time was 1930hrs. I was flat. The next time I woke up, it was already 0400hrs.

At 0400hrs I raided the kitchen for food. Then I fell asleep again.

No.

Wasnt late for school.

Phew.

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Omigawd it is 8am!

Woke up so late, it was almost tragic. Thank God nothing bad happened.
And no..I didnt sleep late. In fact at 0130hrs, it was one of the earliest bed times.

Oh well.
Been losing out on a lot of bloggable events here. I really have no time and energy.

Man.
This is pathetic.

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Show must go on

WEEKEND IS GONE ALREADY.

Argh.

I have been terribly terribly busy. Friday saw me meet the author. We had lunch at Arab Street and I shared a "Tuesdays With Morrie" session with me. He shared with me his teaching experiences and was trying to cheer me out of the teaching slumber. Evening met Nani in town and after desserts, we headed to Mustafa Centre near midnight. Bought toilet brush... and thosai.

Saturday was the usual NPCC and in the evening was the January Babies' birthday gathering. Will post about that once Ismail pass the pictures to me. Sunday went to class and in the afternoon, headed to Shahrin's (the cousin) place because his son was having a birthday party. Son is bloody one-year-old already.

Yawn.

So Singapore won. It was an undeserving win though. But yeah.. a win is still a win so must thank Thailand for hospitability. Man U is 3 up now with 20 more minutes to go.

Hoo..ray.

A thousand times goodnight, sleepyheads and pillowcases.

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Holding on to Friday

It is almost 0530hrs and yup, I'm still alive.

Got home in the evening on Thursday because I had NPCC after school. After a bit of dinner and TV, I fell asleep on the mother's bed. Actually, I was on my way to the bathroom for a shower...but as you can see, I got sidetracked.

And when I woke up, it was already 0300hrs. Oh man! I have things to do!

I have just completed planning what to teach later. This is not good. Planning things the night before. BUT, I have no time to think about it way in advance. Rather, I am too tired. Now, I have caught yet another cold and am sneezing the dawn away. It is just too freaking cold here in the house. It is like an ice box or something. No..the fan is off and the windows are not opened that widely.

Hmmm..think I can squeeze about 45 minutes of sleep here.

A thousand times goodnight, health-deficient teachers.


P/S: Meeting my author after school.

P/S: Gross...the pillow is soaked in mucus.

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Tom Yum my ass

Tuesday saw me meet CY1 and Dear at Plaza Singapura. The two girls were such darlings and they gave me my belated birthday present. Hehehehehehe...Dorothy Perkins voucher! Thanks guys.

And well..as usual. Fatigue crept in at 2200hrs and I couldnt continue anymore. Body suddenly went on an auto-shut down.

Then last night, I met up with Vinz, Adrian, Shuxiang, Alfian and CY2 and headed to the Kallang Stadium to catch te first leg of the ASEAN Cup final between Singapore and Thailand. Very drama. Watch this space again for pictures.

P/S: Though I love Singapore to win the cup, but somehow I have developed this niggling feeling that we are going to be annihilated come this weekend in Bangkok. Sawadeekap!

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Burning rage on a Thursday afternoon...

I really understand now why some teachers give up in this industry. Sometimes, and I said sometimes, there is no educating going on. Today I tried the Scream-Once-Scream-Twice-Glare method. It began to look slightly effective on the second try. Folding my arms, I stood in front of the class and suddenly began to shout at the class. FYI, no one can outshout me. I can do it very well.

Okay. So I shouted once. Then I paused to catch my breath while the students turned to look at me. Then I shouted again. This time, it was for the sheer joy of feeling my tonsils reverberating in my throat. Once I was done amusing myself with that, I gave a deadly glare to each and everyone of them, especially deadlier to the main culprits. I ignored every toilet request and just pointed to the back of the class...signalling that they could do their business at that corner for all I care. That went on for 5 minutes. No one wanted to pee, no one wanted to move.

Then the bell rang. Phew. One class down.

Then it was time for the other one.

We were happily watching (well those who were interested at least) Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in class (Literature lesson) when this cuckoo decided to play a prank on his classmate. So he playfully pulled the chair away just as the friend was about to sit. Okay. That sounded harmless. After all, most of us somehow were once guilty of that.

So, fine. The friend fell hard on his ass and a few of those who noticed laughed a little. Fine. But the fallen friend got embarrassed and angry and pounced on the prankster. The prankster, being attacked, retaliated. And for 10 seconds, there was a fucking fistfight going on.

Wah...teacher angry already. The fact that she couldnt shout (because the VCD audio was louder) at them made it harder for them to stop. So I quickly pushed other students/tables/chairs to get to them. Wah...teacher stopped the fight. Teacher lost count how many fights she had stopped during her 3 months in this school.

The boys were like fighting cocks roosters. Both were punched by each other in the face. So technically, both were in pain. I felt like I was the referee in a fight between Joe Frazier and Muhammad Ali.


I want to fight too.

Anyway, I managed to pull them apart. There was even an opportunity to give a mini lecture on brotherhood and class-togetherness. Made them shake hands and I knew that even if the kids werent sincere, at least, that was a step.

Actually given a choice, I would have probably pulled both of them back and let them fight it out. But that is the rule of the jungle and unfortunately, we are not living in one.

After that, life went back to normal.

Girl: Cher, [prankster] is crying.
Ed: Is he?
Girl: Yeah..he is crying.
Ed: Good.
Girl: Why, Cher?
Ed: It is either he feels sorry for what he has done or he feels the pain in his jaw.
Girl: Oh..
Ed: {under her breath) I hope it is because he feels the tremendous pain in his jaw.


Bagus.
Anak-anak Melayu suka bertindak tanpa menggunakan akal.
Hanya selepas sesuatu yang buruk terjadi, barulah mula hendak menangis.
Hah.
Tahu pulak sakit.
Kepala but betul!


P/S: I have a feeling that there is one sec one boy who has a crush on me. Maybe it is just far-out thinking on my part. But he does come too close sometimes and comment on my perfume, my hair...my clothes. Little kids freak me out!


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