5 random/weird things - Part 2

This is loooong overdue. This is my second tag, courtesy of dear Dee (Holleeeer!!). My second time typing 5 weird/random things about moi. Alright, here goes.

1) I am short-sighted. However, I absolutely abhor wearing my real glasses (as in the one WITH degrees and all) but I love wearing my fake glasses (as in the one WITHOUT degrees) when I wear my contacts.

2) I can get very upset when I don't receive any hugs from my lovelies. d:(

3) I am into rock music especially Korn but I will never, ever, ever go to any of their concerts. The ambience will be too much for me to handle.

4) I simply adore walking. I can walk for hours and hours. Seriously, I would. I simply love it. That's my form of exercise. I can never, ever run. Too much upper body weight, if you know what I mean. *wink* *wink*

5) I love taking pictures but I think I look spastic when I smile. Do I?

Alright, now I shall leave tags on 5 other bloggers who will have to do the same thing I just did. Have fun, y'all.

These are the 5 lucky buggers.
1) FizzDubious
2) FadleyAcquiesce
3) SyidahBabyCinderrella
4) KhidKiddyCat
5) GabrielPoetBoy

Please, please, please

"I wanna go to Miss Liza, please. Please, can I be in Miss Liza's group? Please, please, please..."

One of my lovelies, Madison, repeated to Rathina when we were going to do sorting. The children were grouped into three different teams.

Madison started it first. Followed by Camille and then Claire. Woo Hoo! I love my lovelies.

Madness, pure madness.

Beautiful Day

Camille ran up to me when I greeted her good morning during pick-up time in the morning.

Claire gave me the hugest hug when I sent her up the bus.

Claire also wouldn't let go of my hand when I needed to be away. She requested gently that I stay with her.

Alhamdullillah. I have always appreciated such bond and closeness with my children. I was not able to display such affection (and vice versa) in my previous schools. I love my lovelies.

Madness

Miss Liza love her lovelies but does her lovelies love Miss Liza?

Is this how love is? You keep thinking about those you love and hope they feel the same way?

You heard of a mad scientist but have you heard of a mad pre-school teacher? No? Well, now you do.

Poo Poo

I cleaned a child's poo today. I puked - almost. Well yeah, I did. I puked not once, not twice, not thrice but four times. I never cleaned poo. But I cleaned poo today. It's really amazing how a being so small, adorable, good-looking and lovable can produce human waste that smells so foul and so nasty as the child did. It amazes me.

When I was on my way back home, I saw a cat poo-ing. Happily poo-ing. The vision of the cat raising its buttocks slightly and big, brown, smelly-like-hell, hotdog-like things coming out of its behind is permanently stored in my memory. It's sick.

Maybe all this poo incidents are signs. Signs that maybe I will be given the chance to meet my Mr-Mr (finally!), get married, have 4 children and live happily ever after. Awwwwwwww....bliss! No, not the poo incidents. The dream. DUH!

Revise NOT for the better

My pay was revised. Apparently, the management looked at the wrong scale (?!?!). I was a little annoyed by it initially. I had just re-did my financial plan yesterday night with quite a few hundred dollars to spare. It felt good to see the figures and I bet it will be exceptionally wondrous to have the actual cash in hand.

However, today before I went home, I was told about the revision in my pay. Anyhow, I thought about this while I was on my way back. Maybe the decrease in the amount being brought back home will do me some good. Okay, okay, I know I have said this for the zillionth time - this could be my chance to learn to be thrifty. Hehehehehehehe...I am such a spendthrift. I buy the most useless things and end up never ever using them - especially clothes. It's disgusting, isn't it? I spend like I have a millionaire dad (which I don't. ALLAH knows best).

Less money to spend, less shit to keep in my already-choked-up-to-the-neck wadrobe.

Say what..?

There was a workshop on Object Based Learning that was held after school today.

My table consisted of 5 Caucasian ladies and 3 Asians, including yours truly. (By the way, in case, you don't already know, ALL of the pre-school teachers in my current school are ladies. Yes, I said ALL) We were then further divided into two groups. The other 3 members in my group were Caucasians.

I am always aware of the fact that Caucasians tend to be more outspoken and vocal with their thoughts. I never really cared...till today. Like all other workshops, the participants will definitely be required to do some groupwork of some sort. The workshop today was no different, of course.

I was extremely shocked as to how willing and fast the 3 Caucasian ladies (in my group) reacted once the speaker allowed for the discussion. All of them readily contributed ideas after ideas.

I was used to at least waiting for 1 or 2 minutes (or even 5 minutes sometimes) before one of my group members finally decided to speak up and input some ideas. That was when I had locals in my group. But just now was different. So different. Frankly, I was extremely shocked by the immediate reactions. I had trouble believing their immediate reactions as well as their accents! Hahahahaha...

Anyways, I was thinking to myself while on my way back just now. I think teaching in an international school CAN do me some good. My school is such that there is a very healthy balance of local as well as Western flavour. So this allows me to still be in touch with my Asian culture as well as familiarise with the Western way of thinking. Both cultures has its pros and cons. I especially salute the mat sallehs (ie: The Caucasians) for their very spontaneous reactions to anything old and new. It's still does amazes me at the immediate reactions (to contribute ideas) of the mat salleh ladies.

I predict so much more things that I can learn from them (and them from me, I hope.) But whatever it is, I am ever so thankful that ALLAH s.w.t has granted me this opportunity. I had to wait for one whole year for the school to reply to my application but it was worth the wait. Alhamdullillah. Syukur kepada ALLAH s.w.t

Paranoia

I bumped the back of my head on a table when this child jumped onto me while I was sitting and I fall backwards.

Will that have any side effects or anything? Maybe I'll go mad or something. Well, not that I'm not mad yet. Oh well. I'll be fine....right?

STOP DREAMING & WAKE UP

1) I picked out the wrong size for the "eyes" we were going to use for Art and Craft today.

2) The weather was humid and I perspired profusely when I was at the auditorium to pick up the children for school.

3) I went to the wrong class to do relief. I realised it only after 10 minutes of being in the wrong class.

4) My relief class was too noisy when I took them to the toilet to wash their hands before snack. (Fortunately, the lead teacher was extremely friendly and didn't mind.)

5) I turned off the power switch and in turn lost all the work Karuna did on the computer.

Yes, yes,today was one of those days.

Today was one of those days where you are so very tired and to top it all off, everything seems to have gone wrong.

Today was one of those days where you wished for it to end as soon as possible.

Today was one of those days where you are so very grateful that it is finally time to crawl back to your comfort zone (ie: your bed) and just rest your whole body.

Today was one of those days where you are very certain that you will be presented with a beautiful and splendid day the morning after.

Today was one of those days where you know it is high time you STOP DREAMING and WAKE UP for TIME AND TIDE WAITS FOR NO MAN (and WOMAN). You should know what to do now, Liz

Wolf in sheep's clothing

All that was required of you was to be honest. I don't need you to lie and cook up an illogical-even-a-5-year-old-will-not-believe story. All you had to do was tell the truth.

It is just so sickening. So very sickening. I am grateful that school has started and yes, I DO have a life of my own. Even if you thought I don't. In fact, I do. You tried to change me when you yourself has numerous uncountable flaws.

I thought you were different, you know. But I guess you're the same just like the rest of them. Infact, even worse. Because you claimed you're not like them. Yeah right! Whatever!

Oh well, people. Shit happens, right. It was very trying for me to overcome this hurdle initially but it has done me good. It made me stronger. That's what it does. Alhamdullillah.

History repeats itself - not for long

When your job becomes more than just a medium for you to pay your monthly bills, you will unconsciously tend to take events that happened during the course of work seriously. Sometimes, too seriously for your own good.

I really want my lovelies (ie: my little children in school) to like me. Yes, yes. It reminds me of high school - doing things only to have people like me. In the end, those people don't even know I exist. Those whom were I was myself with ended up loving me for who I really am.

Gosh, I never really learn, do I? Shesh, Liz! Don't you ever get it???

First day of School

Today was the first day of school after almost two months of break for me. I started at my new school today. It was fantastic. Eventhough I hated having to learn a totally new schedule and way of doing things, I had great fun. My partner, Karuna was absolutely fabulous. She is wacky and fun, fun, fun. I predict we may be seeing loads of pictures of the two of us just doing stupid things in the classroom (She admitted to love snapping away also. WOO HOO!)

I shadowed another Pre-K class. Masya ALLAH the kids were absolute darlings. I love all of them. WOO HOO! However, I felt horrible for not being able to help do up our classroom during the holidays. I am so sorry, Karuna and Rathina.

Anyways, the highlight of today was when I went home in the rain with Karuna. It was so long since I last walked in the rain. It felt so damn good. Yes, people looked at us as if we were nuts but seriously, we should care..why? Hehehehehehe....After that, I was afraid that I might not be let into the train but I thought wrong. (Paranoid as always.) The rain just works wonders for me. I felt so damn good after that. I really did.

By the way, did I tell you that I brought an umbrella with me to school today? Hehehehe...

And then Adik grows

People are asking why the sudden change in me. They are glad though that I am finally becoming a woman and growing up gracefully. They asked if it's because of anyone in particular. I say to them, "Yes. It's because of someone, actually." When asked who, I answered, "Me, of course." Then their shoulders dropped and they sighed. Hehehehehehehe...

I have to be frank. Initially, the main objective of these changes was to please someone but that backfired. The motivation lasted very short. I was not able to stay inspired for long. I always slackened after a while. Then I did some soul-searching (and of course, plus the "hammerings" from the loved ones surrounding me), I decided the changes had to be for myself.

People come and go as they wish. But you must stay true to yourself. I can't afford to abandon myself when I need me the most. I find flaws in me. Of course, we all have flaws. But my flaws can be minimised if I just choose to change - for the better. I am capable of so much more. It was just that I was over-protected (feeling-feeling Britney). The constant protection didn't allow opportunites for me to grow much. But bless my family and my loved ones for pampering me. I love them to bits for they were there for me the whole time and will be for many more in the future. But I need to get out of my shell. Let me be smacked down and thrown upwards. I will get up and survive. Insya ALLAH. But I need to change. I need to grow on my own.

I will be stepping into my mid-20s this year. Last Friday, my mind was stuck at the age of 18. I woke almost everyday thinking that I have to attend lectures and tutorials. I was always a student. But today, I woke up a lady. I woke up with today's agenda on my mind :-

i) Take a bath
ii) Iron clothes for work starts tomorrow
iii) Wash the dishes that are piling up
iv) Clean the house while Mak goes to market
v) Wash the toilet etc etc etc.

Mak Minah masak sambal tumis kentang & lauk bening

Another attempt at cooking today. Of course, help from Head Chef (aka Mak) was still very much needed. Today was more serious as compared to the other day. I was actually focusing on the cooking - FULLY. Strange but true. Frankly, I could never imagine myself cooking. Seriously, I never did but there I was stirring the ladle and all - all grown up (Awwwwww....). Anyways, I scalded my hands. Boo Hoo. But hey, I'm okay. d=D

Here's a snapshot of the two dishes I helped cooked today. The one on the right is my sister's as well as my favourite. Yummy!

I have to say that after all the cooking and cleaning up after that, I felt tired - extremely tired. My lower back hurts (Always been having a problem around that area, anyways.) As usual, I was beginning to get a little irritated because of my hurting lower back. But the pain basically went away when Mak commented on how a huge burden had been lifted off her shoulders. She did not need to rush through the household chores as well as cooking. I sensed the relief, appreciation as well as sincerity in her voice. I loved it! Sejuk hati si anak ini setelah mendengar ibunya begitu menghargai kerja kerasnya. Fu yoo! My attempt to speak proper Malay. Ha!

Tug-of-war

In order for a relationship to work or blossom, both parties have to play a game of tug-of-war - when one gives, the other receives and vice versa. However, when only one party keeps on giving, high possibility it will not work or even spark off.

It is a very tiring process when one gives in way too much in trying to make something work. But if taking is all the other does, then it's not fair. Not fair to the giver.

People tend to give too generously when they spot something that might be worth trying; a relationship worth fighting for. But it gets very demoralising and depressing when the light at the end of the tunnel gets dimmer by the day - without any warning.

Apartment Life

Blocked nose. Non-stop drilling. ARGH! Not how I would like to spend the remainder of my holidays. This is too much! Please stop the drilling! It's driving me nuts! Darn those contractors!

The downside of living in an apartment. When your neighbour renovates his house, you're the one affected by the NOISE from all the drillings, breaking of the darn cabinets etc. Seriously, STOP IT!!!!!

Up and down and up and down again

What a long and meaning walk it was. Started off at Dhoby Ghaut then walked all the way to Far east Plaza. Afterwards, went back up again to Centrepoint then all the way to SMU. Finally, went backwards to dhoby Ghaut again - right back where we started from.

A long walk and a lot to talk about. A slap on the face for which I was grateful for. I have made my decision. Insya ALLAH it was all change - for the better.

Clear the air ways

Sniff, sniff. Acho! Sniff, Sniff. Must...clear...the...blocked...nose. Must...do...it. Need...to...breathe. Sniff! *blows nose*

Flu.Runny nose. Cold. Influenza. Whatever. I hate it. Sniff, sniff.

Library of Makeup

Did I mention about me failing my final theory - yet again? NO? Ok, I failed it. I took it yesterday. I didn't study. Hehehehehe...Yes, yes I deserved it. Gosh. All the technical terms are just yuck! I don't understand a single thing. Aza even tried to explain the operation of a car to me yesterday. Hehehehehehehe...Tak perlah, Aza. Batalkan saja niat suci awak tu ye, cik abang. I was quite bummed about it but hey, keep on tryin, behbeh.

In order to forget about the big 'F' word that appeared on the test results of my final theory, I met up with Kak Ita and we just walked around aimlessly at Causeway Point. Her baby boy, Fudhail, was there. Faghira and Firza were not. d=(

First stop was the library as I need to return some books and then borrow some more (Yes, books make me feel safe. Very). After doing all that, we needed to take a piss and so headed to the ladies. Right after that, since I brought my purse that contained my makeup, I decided to just apply some blusher (That is of course right after I washed my hands. Hygiene, people.) Beside me were these 2 girls in school uniforms. Guess what they were doing? They were applying makeup - while still in the uniforms! Shesh! Imagine that! Then when I was applying mine, I could see them from the corner of my eye scrutinising me, looking at me and probably wondering why I did what I was doing. HELLO! You girls are like my bloody juniors! Don't be looking at me like it's a sin for me to be wearing makeup. Shesh! I felt like giving them a punch on the face. Kids nowadays.

So for all you kiddies who are still cramming for exams and pestering your parents for pocket money every month, please don't waste your youth and start thinking that by doing so, you are so very the cool coz you're NOT! Seriously, beauty is more than just one's physicality. Being able to apply makeup does not make you better than me. Seriously, get a life - pronto!

Mak Minah masak lauk kincham

Okok, here's the thing. Being the youngest in the family, things were usually done for me and not otherwise (but NOT everything, though). Cooking was one of them. Don't get me wrong. I do help out with the household chores. The responsibility started off with maintaining the cleanliness of my own room but now it has expanded to the whole house (Yikes!). Tapi Liz maintain cool jer. Liz tak tension. Liz coooool. I have to admit that I am doing a darn good job at it. No no, I am NOT praising myself (At least, I don't think so. Hmmmm...). It's a fact (You can check with Mak if you don't believe).

Cleaning aside, back to the basics. Cooking. My nightmare. Argh! I can't cook for nuts. My whole family has been PESTERING me to learn how to cook. (Adik, kau ni dah besar, kalau aku kasi kahwin, dah beranak dah. Oh mother.) Every single day (almost) the first thing I hear when I wake up are words of encouragement (and sometimes criticisms. ARGH!) to lure me into learning how to cook. So today, I have made my decision. I shall learn it! To COOK!

What can I say? It was fun, fun, fun! I had fun and so did Mak. I was practically laughing my head off throughout the whole cooking session. Hahahahahahaha....She asked me to take A, I took B and my hands almost got burnt....oh well, you know the deal. I bet you can imagine how it would be like when an amateur enters the cooking domain. Disaster! Hahahahaha...But hey, I survived it and hence, this post. Anyways, below is the picture of the dish I made. It's a little gooey , I think. But it tastes good - when my mum cooked it. But now it's different. This time, I cooked it. Of course, with A LOT of help from Mak. Adik masukkan telur tu satu per satu. Adik masukkan garam satu sudu penuh. Adik masukkan SEMUA kentang tu. Yada yada. Awaiting the feedback from the eaters. Hopefully, it tastes yummy. Hehehehehehe...Ok, let's see what we shall cook for tomorrow. Hmmmmm....Head chef (aka Mak), apa yang kita akan masak eh..?

After grief, comes happiness

An hour or so of facial, the whiteheads on my nose squeezed out, hair trimmed without a cost. One would be a very happy bunny after all that cheap-ass pampering. I wasn't a totally happy bunny - yet. I was just halfway there. A part of me still thought of what he was doing, if his mind was filled with me (as how mine is with him). I thought and thought. He was filling up 98% of my thoughts that I was better off not being able to think, you know. All my thoughts are of him. Everything I see, do, read about or whatever reminds me of him. How do I get to this? To this point where no bridge is built yet but he fills my mind with his everything. How? How did it get to this? I don't wish for it to be like this. I hate being in the unknown. In a state of not knowing what's happening at the present moment. I hate that.

Yes, yes, I am all emo again. I cared too much. Maybe it's because I have finally met a man (other than the men in my life) who possess the traits of a man I would like to spend my life with. In this corrupted and materialistic world, that is a rare gem. I have seen others who were able to find that gem. Frankly, I would like my share as well. And then it came to this.

I grieved. I grieved even on my vacation. But not anymore. I have grieved enough.I have pondered, wondered enough. It is time I live. Start living after having my heart stopped numerous times with every single word that were said.

Blogging is a risk. A risk because the people whom you direct your posts to might end up reading them - especially if they know the URL. I am willing to take that risk, i guess. I have to say that I am afraid. Afraid that my heart will be known and that will make me somewhat vulnerable. But I don't see it that way. I am human and I feel. I have feelings. I hurt and I rejoice. That's me. That's me being a human with feelings. I can choose to create an uplifting post. However, I recover from heartaches by pouring out my thoughts. I usually feel better afterwards. Frankly, I am feeling slightly better as we speak. The whole picture is slowly making its form in front of me - slowly but surely (like I always say). I do wish something excellent works out of this thing that we have gotten ourselves into. I really do. But praying is all I can do. The rest is up to The Almighty. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. That cheers me up somewhat.

If it doesn't work out, it's alright. One cannot always have what one wants.

Hope is what is filling me up now. Hope and faith. Faith that ALLAH s.w.t. would never leave me in the lurch. My life is in His Hands. It's in good Hands.

Malaysia, Truly Asia

A short trip to Malaysia (Truly Asia. Sorry, can't help it ) for the New Year. As the saying goes, pictures say a thousand words. Check it out, guys. KL/Melaka trip wif Family Dec 2005

Gila-Gila Handphone

I have to start from scratch. I lost my handphone. Boo Hoo! Seriously, I cried. I have never lost my handphone before. I am really careful with them. Back when I was a Nokia user, I used the mobile for 4 to 5 years. I am serious. I remember Nelson actually laughed at how I was still using my Nokie 3610 almost a year after poly.

Anyways, I lost my handphone at the library. Frankly, it is still a mystery as to how I lost it. But bottomline, I lost it. I was EXTREMELY upset because EVERYTHING was in there. Pictures of my beloved kidsters from my previous schools, contacts, everything. ARGH! Anyhow, I am happy now for I have a new handphone! WOO HOO! I can now listen to my mp3s without having to drag my bulky discman around. Alhamdullillah.

Rest in peace, Sony Ericsson K300i.

Hello, Sony Ericsson W550i. WOO HOO!