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:: A night full of STARS (stickers) :: Friday, March 24, 2006
This weekend is much awaited. I can already imagine how I would spend it (and my performance bonus). With my family tonight, eating home delivered KFC while watching APM. With Tatek tomorrow spending half of my bonus. With Tatek on Sunday spending the other half of my bonus.
And I would begin next week with my kids and a pocket full of receipts. Penniless. Broke. Bankrupt.
This is so fun. Tatek wants a Springfield shirt. Consider it done, love! You love Springfield, I love Springfield. You love Mayflower, I love Mayflower too. I love Xinmin, you love Xinmin too, hokay?! Ho ho ho.
Today, we did painting for the first time ever. We are currently at the unit on "Colours, Shapes and Sizes". Today's lesson was simply a lesson about the seven colours of a rainbow. They were then told to draw and paint their version of a rainbow. I modelled to them by drawing and painting my own version of the rainbow.
If you want the rainbow, you need to put up with the rain. :)
And while I took only 10 mins to complete my so called art piece, they were still not able to complete theirs at the end of the third period! Can't blame them. It was their first time handling the paint brush to paint! And their paint was either too thick or too watered down.
Oh, did I mention to you the big mess they made? Honestly speaking, I lost my nerves when I saw the mess. I saw paint practically everywhere. I turned to my left and I saw a smudge of red paint. Looked to my right and I saw a puddle of blue paint on the floor! I looked above, and I saw the threatening spinning ceiling fan. Chet! And the bigger mess was when they had to clean up. The whole toilet looked like rainbow when I went in for my inspection! Ok fine, they were applying what they have learnt about rainbows in the toilet even. I should be flattered but no, I was not. In fact, I was so mad, smoke almost came out from my ears! Yes, yes, I do know for the fact that kids will just be kids, and that I shouldn't be mad in the first place. Save me your preaching, please. But hello, I am human too. When I see a mess created by not 1 but 30 very capable kids, I would definitely either lose my nerves or simply faint.
Hmmm. I would love to continue but APM is already on. If I am lucky, I might just be able to see Nurul sitting at the corner with her Fatimah Mohsin's makeup and outfit. You better look nice, hor!
Meanwhile, look at what one of my darlings bought for me during recess.
Star stickers!!!!
This kid of mine is really so sweet. He saw that I was running out of my star stickers when I was doing my marking in class yesterday.
And he bought me some today.
Thank you so much, Yih Xian. Its the thought that certainly counts.
:O
@ 07:44 p.m.
:: Hopeless. :: Thursday, March 23, 2006
Okay, I am busy.
So do not hope for an entry. Fat hope. Skinny hope.
But you can be sure to be kept entertained by someone else nearby who is apparently so free everyday, she even has the time to irritate me with her ever so silly SMSes during my teaching periods!
Yup. Nurul.
Go to her blog. Flood her blog. Do whatever you want.
Diah out.
@ 10:43 p.m.
:: Tease me, kiss me. :: Monday, March 20, 2006
I am a very visual person. (Besides being pretty, skinny, tall, funny, talented, creative, innovative, imaginative and most importantly, shameless. ) Ho ho. Therefore, I will love it when my kids include their colourful drawings in their work, especially in their compositions. It makes the process of marking compositions a pleasant and bearable one. Now, marking compositions has never been a favourite task for us teachers. It is fatiguing. Very! And it is especially so when the stories written are somewhat too far fetched. That can practically stop my brains from functioning, hokay! Look kids, having a wild imagination is good, but having a harebrained imagination is no good. No good at all!
So when my pupils produce quality work, this is what I will do.
I will scan them. I will print them out in colour. I will display them in class. I am a proud teacher. I do not mind the fact that the coloured ink is always running out. I do not mind the fact that my ink cartridge costs about per replacement. I do not mind the fact that I have to bring back their work, scan them, save them as jpg files, insert as pictures into Microsoft word, and resize the pictures before finally printing them out. I do not mind. I do not mind. I repeat, I do not mind.
Anyway, this really cute piece of work was done by my girl. Sarah Ann Johnson.
Definitely a darling in my class. She is such a tease, this Sarah. You will not believe this, but she teases me practically everyday. I love it because whatever that comes out from her mouth is either cute or funny, or both. And I do think I can benefit from her jokes. A laugh a day keeps the stress away. Or a joke a day keeps the frowns away. Or a Sarah a day keeps Mdm Diah awake. Either one. :o Like for instance, she once accused me of being pregnant when I touched my tummy in class. I was having a terrible stomach upset then. And how about her announcing to the whole class that she could see my pusat (belly button). Oh, there was also once where she told me she had this very big secret to tell me and that big secret was really just about her keeping her extracted little white tooth.
:o
On a totally different note altogether, I just need to make this statement. Even celebrities are human. Give them a break. Give them a Kit-Kat.
Tsk tsk.
@ 10:25 p.m.
:: Ho ho ho :: Sunday, March 19, 2006
Please do check out Nurul's (Aan's) latest entry. Got entertainment value, I swear!
I almost choked on my murukku while reading her entry, dey!
@ 11:28 p.m.
:: This wife of Tatek. :: Sunday, March 19, 2006
I can just feel myself turning blue. And its not helping that I am presently wearing my blue CJC tee. I feel so blue, literally. Monday blues. Why not? As you are fully aware, I have been starting the week as early as 8.30 am. The speech and drama workshop, what else? If Nurul has to sacrifice her sleep every Sunday for her new show, I have to sacrifice mine every Monday for the workshop. Fair and square. That's why we are best of friends. Whatever I do, she will do. Whatever she does, I will do too. Anyway. It seems neverending, this workshop and my complaining entries about having to wake up early for the workshop. I can practically count the number of times I have mentioned about this speech and drama workshop in my entries! Does anyone keep a record? I won't be surprised if there are people who keep a record of what I write and say in my entries. Believe it or not, there are people who can be bothered to bother themselves with my occasionally or regularly (pick either one, your choice) bothersome entries. And subsequently? They would email. And quote me.
Truth is, I feel like a philosopher sometimes. Thanks to some of you. Ho ho.
Ok besides acting like a complete irritant, I basically have nothing else to blog about today.
Tatek is out playing soccer at Nan Hua Sec. No, this wife of his is not bothered anymore to follow him to his weekly soccer matches. This wife is no longer the ever so enthusiastic fiancee who followed him then to the soccer matches simply for the sake of staying and freezing in the car. Our weekends were pretty much routined before. But not anymore. This wife is more sensible now. This wife has other better things to do. Like blog, for instance. Or take a picture. Of the room in complete disarray. Or the stacks of books besides and behind the desktop. Or the maid cleaning this wife's ever so disorganized wardrobe.
Do pardon me and my poor quality pictures. I used my hopeless camera phone.
And believe it or not, the maid was posing for the picture by pretending to not pose for the picture. Get it?
I think it takes a greater effort to look natural in pictures than to resign to fate and just pose for them. What do you think?
Hokay. This entry is seemingly long for someone who had earlier declared that she did not have anything to blog about today.
Tsk tsk.
AND CAN ALL OF YOU STOP READING MY ENTRY EVEN BEFORE IT IS 'SAFE' TO BE READ?!! GIVE ME TIME TO GO THROUGH IT! I SEE 12 ONLINE!
IMPATIENT FREAKS.
@ 04:48 p.m.
:: I have designs on you. :: Saturday, March 18, 2006
Should I change my layout again? Or should I not?
I am very tempted.
The new layout is ready.
All I need to do is make the necessary custom changes and it will be up.
But nah, let this current layout stay for one more day or so before I go white again.
@ 06:09 p.m.
:: PINKY and THE BRAINS :: Saturday, March 18, 2006
Have you ever received silly junk SMSes from Singtel, Starhub or M1, depending on which line you are currently subscribed to? I am lucky I rarely receive them. I am a Singtel subscriber, by the way. Tatek however, the Starhub devotee, keeps receiving them. Here's a very recent one which I saw in his inbox.
Hihi, there are a few good movies showing now and we have always talked abt meeting up. How about watching a movie together, you and I? Call me now at 1900 912 2150.
From Pinky Chat.
Now, now, if I were the very ignorant (and dumb) wife, I would have gotten mad upon reading that msg. I would have dialed that 1900 number and demand to speak to PINKY CHAT, and only PINKY CHAT. I would have requested to meet that PINKY CHAT in person. At Starbucks maybe. I would have been so jealous. I would have interrogated Tatek. I would have made him sleep beside the bed, instead of on the bed. I would have doubted his sincerity towards me. I would have pretended to throw the wedding ring in front of him. I would have cried a river.
Moral of this entry?
Trust your partner a bit more. You know you can do better. You know you dont have to get jealous over anything and everything. I hate people with that kind of mindset. Jealousy can practically kill the trust between the two of you which will subsequently kill the relationship. And when the relationship dies, you would realize you could have saved the relationship had you been a bit more errr...intelligent in the first place?
But by then of course, it would have been too late.
So what about Pinky and the brains?
I used my brains to get rid of Pinky (CHAT).
By deleting that msg.
End of story.
@ 03:50 p.m.
:: My peanut. :: Friday, March 17, 2006
This is a very belated birthday entry for a very special friend. This friend is special to me in so many ways. She was my closest friend back then in poly. She was my guinea pig whenever I needed to try out my makeup skills. She was there when I met my hubby for the first time. She was there supporting me, when I fell in love with my hubby. She was there with me when we entered this silly Indian fashion show in poly. She was there with me, when we ate cheap cup noodles during our breaks. She was there with me, when we skipped Lim Poh Bee's tutorial classes. She was there, with her tutorial notes ever ready, when I was absent from classes. She was there. She was there always. She was always a straight A, and a rare B student in poly. She was one of the peanuts in our "Peanut Gang". She was one of my guestbook babes during my wedding. She is such a special friend. She is a true Indian beauty. She is Hindustani. She is special. She is Sangeetha. My Sangy baby, and no one else's.
Happy Belated Birthday, peanut!
You know how much I love you!
Muaks!! Love you so, so, so much!
Find a rich bf quick, get married in a posh hotel and let me be your guestbook babe.
@ 01:09 p.m.
:: With the power of the rings... :: Thursday, March 16, 2006
Getting married doubles almost everything. Double the number of mothers. Double the number of fathers. Double the number of siblings. Double the bliss. Double the amount of body fat.
Anyway, besides my two mothers, the two most precious ladies in my life are my Ili and Nurul.
And bout a week ago, we had our girls' day out. I felt rich and thus, felt the urgent need to give them a treat. We laughed ourselves silly all the way basically. We fed each other with our stupid jokes. We spanked each other hard on the back for no rhyme or reason. We would knock hard on any solid surface that we came across. We would take turns to say our favourite lines, "Babi ah setan!" or "Worst ah!" We would take pictures everywhere. In the toilet. In the shopping mall. At the gift wrapping counter. When nobody else was looking. When everybody was looking.
And we decided to get ourselves a little something to symbolize our sisterhood. We went to the cheapest shop possible, Montip. We were contemplating between a hp chain, a hairclip or a ring. If you have been to Montip before, you will know that they place all the rings near the counter area, right? So we made friends with the lady at the counter, and took our time to choose THE ring. And god, Montip has so many beautiful and cheap rings. We had a hard time agreeing on the 'Sister Ring'. I wanted a dazzling, gold ring because I wanted us to look silly with the ring. Ili wanted this silly looking ring with a big, glittery rose at the centre because Ili is always silly. Nurul wanted this simple looking silver ring, which was what each of us ended buying eventually.
Sisters forever.
We forced Nurul to follow us home, and bribed her.
"Kak Nurul, if you follow us back, I will make you something special!"
"An, if you follow us back, I will pay for your cab back home!!!"
"We will take a cab home! Kakak will pay for the cab fare!!"
"Please ah follow us home!! For a while only!"
"If you dont follow us home, that's the end of our sisterhood!!"
And as you can see, the pleadings got more desperate and severe by the second.
So in the end, she got weak and followed us home. And what did we end up doing once we got home? We tried to take pictures of the three of us on the bed. Sisters forever, we were trying to be.
We failed. Somehow, we couldnt get the full faces of the three of us in the pictures. So it was either a picture of my full face with their noses, or a picture of Ili, with our eyes, or Nurul and me with Ili's forehead, or simply a picture of the bed. Not nice. Very ugly. We gave up after 23 tries. And suffered from a terrible headache subsequently.
We then brainstormed, and decided to make use of just one model for our pictures. A pretty model with experience. A professional model who is very good friends with the camera. Nurul.
The results?
The pictures that you are seeing in her blog design at the present moment.
http://fallagain.pitas.com
Professionally snapped by yours truly.
Nice, I know!
Ho ho ho.
And by the way, the reason why I address Nurul as Nurul in my entries, and not Aan as what I call her, is simply because SOME people love to email me for the sake of asking me silly questions.
"You mean Aan and Nurul is the same person?"
"Who is Aan? She looks like Nurul."
Is your Aan the TV host? Nurulaini?"
"Why do you call her Aan when her name is Nurul?"
Please, spare me!
@ 08:13 p.m.
:: Hit It :: Thursday, March 16, 2006
I cannot believe it. I rubbed my eyes. Once. Twice. Thrice.
I thought I reset my web counter just a few days ago? And today, I saw 5176 hits. I was thunderstruck for a moment. You mean, I mean, we mean, for the past four days or so, close to 5200 people have been going to my blog? Ok look, it does make much difference to me if these 5200 readers consisted of the same old people or even myself. It does not even matter if some of these people had intelligently LOST their directions and ended up in my blog by PURE accident. But 5200 hits? Wah, am definitely flattered, you! 5200 hits in 4 days equates to 36400 hits in a month, hokay?! I can be a millionaire like this!! Ho ho ho.
Ok anyway. Enough of the a-little-too-self-absorbed act. I am actually a humble soul, you know? Which explains why I was blabbering about my blog's high 'viewership' just a minute ago. Which explains why my blog design has my wedding pictures all over. Which explains why I am constantly putting up pictures of myself, my hubby and my family. Which also explains why I have this blog in the first place even!
A HUMBLE soul indeed.
Humble pie, anyone?
@ 01:36 p.m.
:: ZOOm in on. :: Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Nope, we did not go to the Popular book fair at Expo. I forgot all about it.
But as a consolation, we did have our trip to the zoo. We did not mind the ooh so hot weather even though we thought initially that it would rain. Obviously we thought wrong. It was hot throughout. We did not mind the fact that both Apiq and Nurul missed their sleep due to their fishing adventure at Coney Island from yesterday night all the way till this morning. We did not even mind the presence of two very adorable, funny and gay kids by the name of Aqil and Amirin (affectionately known as Amimiu) either. It was all for the sake of fun. We wanted to relive our childhood days so badly.
The moment we stepped our giant feet (literally) into the zoo, I made each of them confess and say out one animal that they really, Really, REALLY wanted to see. I wanted to see my all time favourite, the sea otter. Nurul wanted to see her good friend, the giraffe. Tatek wanted to see the crocodile. Apiq wanted to see the polar bear. Ili wanted to see the camel. (Ho ho) The two gay kids, Aqil and Amimiu, both had a mutual understanding and decided that they wanted to see the lion, and nothing else. Not even the tiger. Not even the cheetah. Or puma. Or leopard.
And even though we were at the zoo trying to look out for real animals, we ended taking pictures with the replicas. We figured we would be able to get better close up pictures with the replicas as compared to the stinking originals. Just see.
Us with the replica of a giraffe.
Us with replicas of the otters, my favourite!
The only close picture of a real animal that I managed to snap (besides the boring peacock who was everywhere!) was this enormous and definitely smelly backside of an elephant. Pfft.
When we reached the lions' enclosure, we were quite thwarted actually to find the lions sleeping and quiescent, possibly after a very heavy lunch. The two gay kids were so desperate to see the lions in action that they practically hit their hands against the glass pane and shouted "Oi lion!!" in unison with a glimmer of hope that at least one of the lions would wake up. The dry, yellow leaves lying beside the lions did not even stir, what more the lions? Ho ho. Maybe next time you could try breaking the glass pane?
By the end of the day, everyone except for Amimiu was already drained out.
Aqil was gone.
But on the whole, we had good fun. I mean, what could be better than spending quality time with the loved ones? Nothing beats that.
I love you all!
@ 09:06 p.m.
:: COMFORT :: Monday, March 13, 2006
Taking into consideration the fact that my colleague, Edwin Pang, has been DILIGENTLY reading my blog upon his own discovery of the existence of my blog, I *shall* be mindful of what I say, and the language I use to type my entry. See, if he is that scheming, he can, at any point of time, copy and paste my blog contents into Microsoft word, print out and show them to big boss.
But why should I be bothered when I have not even written anything wrong in the first place? Sheesh. My blog entries have always been VERY enjoyable to read, what! :o Simple, I if do not want him to understand a single thing of what he is reading, I can always type my entries in market Malay. But then again, he can always ask that Indonesian chinese gf of his to translate everything for him. And so I shall slap my forehead twice now. One for my idiocy. Two for my endless idiocy.
Anyway, today was really exhausting. I had my speech and drama workshop from 8.30 all the way till 5.30! I just got back actually. Tatek is only coming back from work at around 9 pm. We have made plans to go to the zoo tomorrow. Ho ho. But before that I wonder if he is able to drive me to the Popular sale at Singapore Expo. On second thoughts, I WILL make sure he drives me there. No need for the wonder ponder business around here, loves.
Let me just share a frightening yet funny incident. I took a cab home from school today. This pervert of a taxi driver firstly had a weird habit. He kept on nodding his head, slowly at the beginning, then gradually very fast once he got the hang of it. Secondly, he kept glancing at me through the mirror. At first I thought he was checking me out. At second, I confirmed he was really checking me out. Ok, at this point, there is really no need to start being judgmental here and accuse me of being thick-skinned and all. I am not at all saying that I am one hot chick, chicken or any other types of birds. For goodness sake, I was wearing a worn out brown cardigan lah! Nothing revealing at all. Perverts will check out all sorts of girls, regardless of size, weight, or religion, in case you do not know. So he had his rights (as a pervert) to check me out. I immediately but sneakily took necessary precautions. I took down his cab's plate number. I took down his name. And I even did this.
Now, don't you dare call me nuts or anything. I was just acting smart. I mean, what if something had really happened to me? At least I would have concrete evidence to show to the police and if needed, my lawyer! Chet! Don't play play hor, this girl here studied Law before, hokay? Anyway I have always imagined that if ever, I were to engage a lawyer, his name would be Mr Subramaniam Pillai. He would have a pot belly and a wicked moustache. Very nice, my ideal lawyer.
Tatek was not comforting at all, just like the unCOMFORTing COMFORT cab I was in. When I told him about the taxi driver, he just told me to say my prayers. And ended his msg with his trademark laughter "Ahakzz!"
But no need for the unnecessary concern now. I am safely back home, blogging about the silly incident. The incident was silly because of a silly character in it.
ME.
Ho ho.
Yay, Tatek is taking me out...
To his mother's place.
To play X-box with my love, Aqil!
@ 06:38 p.m.
:: Lay Me Out :: Sunday, March 12, 2006
What better way to begin today's entry than with a new layout?
:o
And my apologies. In the midst of excitement, I have accidentally removed all your links and my hit counter. Sheesh! Do give me ample time to retrieve back your URLs. As for my hit counter, just give me 5 mins.
