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:: Mak's Day 2006. :: Monday, May 15, 2006
Dear Mak,
I wanted the day to be really special, and so I thought you would appreciate my gift to you, a 0 worth of silk comforter set. I thought wrong obviously. You were never the materialistic type. What was I thinking then? You rejected my gift straight off, saying that the way to show my appreciation towards you was not through expensive gifts.
I thought hard. I finally understood what you meant. I asked the maid to replace my comforter set with the one you rejected. Ho ho. Then, I spent the night making something for you. Something that did not cost much. Something special like this.
(Special thanks to Tatek's left hand.)
Today, the card is proudly standing tall at the side of your bed. I do not know how long it will stay that way, but what I do know is the fact that you would remember the contents of the card and our love for you for as long as you live.
Thank you for just being my Mak. Nothing else matters.
Love you Mak!
Cua.
@ 09:51 p.m.
:: Snowflakes :: Saturday, May 13, 2006
No matter how I change my blog designs, I still cannot bring myself to get rid of them snowflakes.
@ 06:23 p.m.
:: Point taken, 1 Peace. :: Friday, May 12, 2006
My pupils are, more often than not, out of point. They like to do things which are totally not expected, not anticipated and like I said, pointless.
For instance, last week. I was quite cantankerous. I slept on the wrong side of the bed the night before, maybe. So there I was giving my pupils a well-deserved dressing down when suddenly this boy of mine came to me and said, "Mdm Diah, yesterday hor my mummy take me out to see movie." He was all smiles, that angel of mine.
Now, as much as I appreciated his story about his little outing with his mummy and that sweet smile of his, I didnt like the fact that he had to tell me that at the wrong place, wrong time, wrong day. Out of point. Totally.
In another instance, I was explaining the workbook instructions to the whole class. Then one of them came up to me without warning and asked ever so boldly, loudly and prepared, "Mdm Diah, may I go to the toilet please to refill my water bottle? Thank you Mdm Diah." And he was already on his way out when I bellowed a loud "NO!"
Somehow, my voice got stuck in my attempt to shout the 'No'. In the end, that 'No' turned out all funny and quaking when it was supposed to be humorless. The whole class ended up giggling. Damn.
My dear boy, I greatly appreciated your politeness and good manners in seeking my permission, but couldn't you have at least waited till I was done and over with the instructions? Never ever interrupt your teacher, especially when she is trying very hard to finish the syllabus on time. Again, out of point, place and time. But I find it really cute that he dared to say 'Thank you' even before I said yes to his request.
One more instance before I draw this entry to a close. We were walking to the hall yesterday when one of my pupils muttered chanted, "Mrs Nurul. Hehehe. Mrs Nurul. Hehehe. Mrs Nurul. Hehehe."
I turned to her and asked her what was wrong. Her reply? "Mrs Nurul. Hehehe. Mrs Nurul. Hehehe. Mrs Nurul. Hehehe."
I gave up. She was in one of her silly moods so I thought it was best that I left her alone rather than entertain her and turn myself silly too. Again, a pointless act by my one of kids. :o
But oh, don't get me wrong and start typing a complain letter to MOE already. I am not complaining. Neither am I grimacing. I like the fact that they flabbergast me with their out of the bag thoughts all the time.
Without them, teaching would be pretty much humdrum, you know?
Thank you, my loves.
*Hugs*
@ 07:18 p.m.
:: Good night(s) :: Thursday, May 11, 2006
For the past few weeks, we've been blessed with the long weekends. I am nothing but thankful. I don't know about you, but every week, I would unfailingly count the number of days I could get to sleep and wake up late. If the number exceeds 2, I would be ever so gratified. No, indebted sounds better actually. This week, I have counted and recounted. I would have three late nights with Tatek!
Best.
Imagine all the fun things I could do with Tatek. We would be able to watch one DVD after another. We would talk and talk about sweet nothings. We would tell each other bedtime stories and laugh ourselves silly. The end of conversation or story would only be when one of us falls asleep. And usually, if Tatek is the one to fall asleep first, I would wake him up again by shaking my legs vigorously or clearing my throat ever so loudly. And when he does wake up, which is ALL the time, I would proudly finish my unfinished stories. :o
However, this you must know. Not all the time would our late nights be spent with each other. When he is on the night shift, I would sleep cold and alone. And nowadays, when I am busy either with my work or blogging, Tatek would be busy too. With his PSP game. I wouldnt mind it at all because at least he wouldnt distract me, I thought. But at times when I have nothing better to do, Tatek would still be busy trying to win his game. And that's when his attachment to his PSP gets pretty annoying. No matter how energetically I shake my legs or clear my throat, he would choose to simply ignore me. Abandon me. For that silly PSP. Hmpff.
Anyway. Got to get ready for school.
Learning Circle meeting.
Happy Vesak Day!
Happy three late nights, everyone!
@ 08:49 a.m.
:: CLASSIC HITS :: Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Phew. Believe it or not, I've just finished marking 12 X 30 = 360 pages of Maths! My fingers are numb. Funny how I can still type this entry, though. My back is aching. Two of my red pens are now in the bin. They are inkless and useless to me already. I've also used up two packets of stickers. No thanks going out to my four days of absence from school last week.
Damn. I need to go shopping for red pens and stickers already. I can already imagine Tatek hiding under the bed like Boolit once he reads this. He dreads it the most when I go shopping for stationery. :o
And just to cheer myself up, I've decided to post some funny pictures, all taken on the same day. The pictures were not taken with a funny intent, hokay! However, when I looked at them again, I realized I could make a funny story out of them.
This, is a classic example of REJECTION.
This, is a classic example of BAD BREATH, maybe?
This is a classic example of well, A BUSH.
Concentrate. Look carefully behind please, for the bush.
This, is a classic example of the phrase, 'Behind every successful woman, is another woman.'
And lastly, this is a classic example of REPETITION.
God knows how many times we have posed like this in the car. We apologize. We can't help it. We are a car couple. Our pictures are always taken inside the car. Our pictures are always self-taken. Low self-esteem we really have. We often dread asking others to take decent pictures of us. We often fear the attention we might get from others should we take pictures not within the car.
Ho ho ho.
Ok enough. Time to distract Tatek from his PSP game. I SHALL, I CAN and I WILL distract him.
@ 11:03 p.m.
:: Full House :: Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Oit, thank you all for your stirring e-mails. My inbox was full when I opened it yesterday morning, again full when I opened it yesterday evening, and still full when I opened it minutes ago.
It's always that thrilling to read e-mails from beautiful strangers. Oh yes, I love e-mails because I reckon only those BOLD and SINCERE enough would go to the extent of e-mailing me.
Thank you. Very much.
I am very tempted to reply to all your mails. Very, very tempted. Let's just wait till I am really free.
For now, I have to rush. Remedial with my little ones.
