Baik Punya Cilok was hilarious.
But I cringed every time Shahreil laughed.
His laughters were so loud that it embarrassed me, as usual.
Hehehe.. sorry dear.

A beautiful day

I figure I should be blogging
a little abt my engagement.

Well.. everything went as planned.
A little hiccups here and there..
but alhamdulillah..it's all
over.

It was an amazing experince.
Though I kept saying that
I'd rather not go through
all that hassle ever again,
I kind of like it..hehehe..

The biggest thank you to
my parents, who I believe,
had to go through hell to
please both their children and their
siblings. Well, to cut a long story short,
we had our own little argument on how
things should be down for the engagement.
It must have been difficult for my parents
being sandwiched like that.

Next, to my siblings. My personal manager,
Ikin, who had to take the crap from my
aunties and uncles for speaking up for me
about how i wanted things to be done.
And for taking care of all the little things
that I did not want to be bothered with.
To Diyana who spent days moving furniture
around and putting up with my tantrums.
To Aini who suprisingly did not even grumble when
made to carry things up and down the stairs.
To Amira n Mahathir..ermm..for being there.

To my darling cousins.
Prebet Tiot who slept over since Thursday,
sacrificing her much needed rest, walkin
all around Bedok with me and Ikin to buy
stuffs for the hantaran.
Lukman, for being the chauffer of the day,
Nurul, for snapping pictures.
Abg Khairil for smsing even when he cldnt
make it to the ceremony.
To all the little ones who just upped the kecohness
in the house.

To my aunts and uncles
who contributed their time and energy.
Pak Long n Mak Long for the yummy food.
Cik Niah for the bunga rampai
Cik Anip n Cik Milah for rushing to Mustafa Centre
on Sat night when they heard we could get fruits
for the hantaran.
Mak Long Fati for the kuih bakar.
Cik Ina n Cik Amat for the delicious looking cake.
Cik Jah who took mc just to come on Sunday.
Cik Mal and Cik NAh for the kek lapis.
And the rest of the Mokhtar n Ibrahim clans
whose very presence meant so much to me.

To my grandparents.
Tok Aji and Nenek.
Tok Ne, who slept over for the very first time!

Not forgetting Tok Ju from Buru who bertungkus
lumus cuci periuk.
And Mbak Yu who did her work silently in the kitchen.

And I forgot, to mom, who spent 2 days straight sewing my
beautiful cadar.

It's a new chapter for me and my ehem.. fiance..
Heheheh..

Backstreet's Back! *scream*

I want to start by saying,

"Nick! I Love YOUuuuuuu!!!!!"

I've been waiting for the Backstreet Boys to hold a concert here in Singapore for years.. 10 bloody freaking years to be exact.
So there I was yesterday at Singapore Indoor Stadium screaming my heart and lungs out.
I still can't believe that I was in the same room as BSB.. even thou they were like 200metres away.
Who cares. I don't.
Gosh, i couldnt describe the feeling when BSB was about to come onto the stage.
I had goosebumps all over me. Berdiri bulu roma beb!
Suddenly I was 16 all over again. Jumping and dancing and screaming and singing. With no worry in the world.

I'm glad they sang their old songs quite a bit.
The only bummer...where was my Get Down?!
I waited and waited for that song. Damn.

I'm on a high right now.
I can't stop singing BSB songs.
Gonna buy their Never Gone Tour DVD.
And i'l start searching for my old BSB Concert in Germany vcd.
Havent watched that for years now.

Trivia:
(a) In which magazine did Yati first saw & fell in love with Nick Carter?
(b) What was Yati's dream in year 1996?
(c) List down Yati's fav BSB members from most to least.
(d) Which friend in JC shared the same passion about BSB as Yati?


Answer:
(a) Lime Magazine
(b) Marry Nick Carter and live in a small house by the beach that is white and sandy. I'll be wearing a white, flowy, cottony-like dress, walking hand in hand with Nick. Hehehe.... Hey! A girl CAN dream, right!
(c) Nick, Brian, Kevin, AJ, Howie
(d) Jessica frm YJC (the president of our-never-opened-BSB-fanclub. were you there yesterday Jessie?? I miss YOU!)

Kampung girl

I think I don't belong here.
I want to live in a kampung.
Shahreil says that the grass is always greener at the other side.
But I dunno.
How come I feel so strongly about this?
I was watching Haryati at Suria and once again I'm overwhelmed by this feeling that I don't belong in the city.

I Need to Stop and BREATHE.

It's been the most hectic 3 weeks of my teaching life.
And the problem is, I really don't know why.
In terms of teaching, the hours been cut down.
I like have 1 hour periods instead of the original 1 n half.
But somehow I'm just so busy.
My guess is, the admin work.
I'm a form teacher this year and I've never realise the amount of things that you need to do as a form teacher. Its never ending.

Check attendance, call parents when student not in school, call parents when students came in late, call parents when students skip class, students looking for you every minute of the day because they need this and that, enter their attendance/late-comin/offences in the school cockpit.
Like I said, it's never ending.

I'm exhausted. My legs will give way anytime soon.
I reach home everyday only to be stuck infront of the PC doing more work.
And I cant sleep well at night, forever having nighmares about school thus, taking away my well deserved rest.
I will wake up half an hour before the alarm because I dread hearing the stupid alarm.

Im tired. Tired. Tired.
Was so tired that I couldnt get out of bed to meet SHahreil today.
There I was at 430pm, sleeping in a sitting position because I was afraid that I'd fall asleep, which I did of course.
I woke up to his call at 445 and thou I was aching to meet him, I couldnt move a muscle.

Im tired.

On a more positive note, a guy that I had a crush way back during my tpjc years just messaged me at friendster.
He said I'm a babe now. Hahahah..
I would have fainted and died of heart atttack if he had said that like 8 years back.
But now, I just smile to myself.

My Pride and Joy

I was at the Sec 1 orientation camp today.
The school was buzzing with activities... since all the CCAs set up booths and stations to attract potential members.

As I was busy selecting students for my hockey team, I couldnt help but notice the seniors running the various activities.
And suddenly my heart was bursting with pride.
I mean..Qayyum, Izuan, Helmi and Hairul in their NCC uniforms looking so smart and strong.
Shakilla, the once quiet and geeky student with specs now a student leader.
Elly, coaching the Sec 1s netball.

All these kids whom I taught in Sec 1 all grown up.
And I was part of that growing up process.

Even though I'm constantly being disappointed by students whom I tried to help but ended up losing along the way...there are others who fill me with pride and joy.
And I'd like to thank them for helping me not to lose faith in my job.
And help me believe that I still can make a difference in someone's life. No matter how small.

Happy Birthday, Lukman!

We tricked Lukman into entering Singapore so that we could throw him a suprise birthday party at East Coast Park. It was supposed to be a small and simple affair, but the number of people increased from the initial 5 to 10!

The gorgeous babes:
Me, Ikin, Diyana, Tiot, Yani n Nadia.

The not-so-little boys:
Izuddin n Shakir

The friend:
Faizal (I think)

The birthday boy:
Lukman Hakim

It was a totally fun night out for us sisters, cuzzies and second cuzzies(?).
Armed with satay, beef steak, maggi goreng and of course, a birthday cake..we settled by the beach and had a huge feast.

We laughed and laughed and laughed till my head felt a little dizzy from all these happiness. Only a few a hours before that I was all stressed up and work, but being near these people I love and had not met for a long time (Nadia n Izuddin) took all that unhappiness away.

Happy 20th Birthday to my dearest Lukman. Sometimes I look at him all grown up and good-looking, and I can't believe that THATS the boy who wore the smart mamat kind of seluar pulled all the way up to his chest (well, almost) and his well-pressed shirts buttoned till he looked like he was suffocating and invented hari raya cookies that he proudly named Hati Terguris. That was like 10 years ago.

Mind you, we've all grown old.
The oldest being..yours truly.
Tiot (25) followed closely by Ikin(23) and Diyana(22)
But we still feel like teenagers. I swear that age are just numbers now. I dun feel a day above 18.
Especially when we are together like that and act like how we always act around each other.. merepek.
Who would ever guess that one's a teacher, another a police officer and the other 'khatam-ed'.
;-P


I can't wait to have another outing like this.
I love you, peeps. A lot.

Pamper Me Please

2 hours of pampering at PS.
Never mind that it cost a bomb.
What matters is that I now feel refreshed, my hair looks great and smells heavenly.
And I love the massage too.

I feel good.

All over again..

It's only day 2 and I'm already exhausted.
Nearly had a breakdown because suddenly I have no idea what to teach my 4NA class tomorrow. It was scary (the dunno-what-to-teach part)
I hate entering the class with all these eager, expectant faces staring at me, and I have nothing to offer them.

And it's only day 2..