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Another birthday.
A year older.
Can't believe I'm actually 26.
What the heck, I still feel 18 anyway.
I think I stopped growing at 18.

Anyways, thanks to those who remember my birthday.
Got smses/calls from people near and far. From people I havent heard of in months.
Cousins in JB, msn fren in KL, sedaras frm Indo.. mcm best kan.
Internasional.

My darling bought me the Zara top that I've been eyeing, but me being the cheapskate that I am, thought was too ridiculously expensive to even consider buying. And I love the robinson voucher (jom gi shopping niari?) and the muddy mud pie..
And I absolutely love the Sheer Romance stuffs Ikin got for me.
The maroon nightie and the tankiny-- I Like..
And the Vanilla facial mask frm mummy.
And the table clock frm Mahathir.

*sigh*
Now its back to reality.
The party's over.
Bsok dah keje.
Niari nak kena plan lesson.
Kan dah depressed balik.
Dah start sakit kepala.
Dah start mimpi pasal skola.
DAh start boring2.
Hahahha...

Takpe. Tu bsok. Niari masih boleh enjoy.
And look forward to next monday, cos it's youth day holiday.
Hahahha.. best jugak jadil cikgu ni eh.

Last week it was Peterpan Galore!
Kalau orang lain tengah demam bola, Yati was having her own demam Peterpan.
And what a week it was! Full of extreme ups and down.

Let's start with the Fanclub Launch.
An 'exclusive' party for a 'selected few'.
Well.. yeah rite.
It's ok. I don't want to talk about it.
But whatever it is, that wasthe first time ever that I set my eyes on those handsome group of guys..especially..you know who.

The Dining with Peterpan cum Press Conference @ Lawry's wasn't any better.
What's up with the super tight security?
There was like only 20 fans..
Even the restaurant's management were unhappy with the way things turned out.
But whatever lah eh.. at least I got to eat good food. Heheheh..

I guess the best part was the show @ HRC.
1 and half hour of standing right infront of ARiel..singing my heart out... and ogling @ him of course. He looks hot on tv but extremely delicious in real life. It took me all my willpower not to jump on him.

The best, power-packed show I've ever watched. Worth my $150. Although the organisers should learn their acronyms.. what does VIP means, people?? Let's say it together.. VERY IMPORTANT PEEPS. Well, I don't feel very important that day despite holding the VIP tics. You made us line up for 1 n half hour while looking @ all these kaum puaks walked in..I bet they didnt even buy any tics. Luckily i was still in the front row of the stage..or else... jaga korang.. aku mintak balik duit aku.

THe best part was of course.. the MOS.
Tak yah citer banyak2 pasal tu.
Siapa2 yang tau..tau lah.. Yang tak tau..tak yah tau.
Thank you to Huda and Ciwok.
Terasa jugak lifestyle the rich and famous ni.
Masuk club tak yah bayar..tak yah line up.
Suma orang pandang.
Bestnyer.

I survived! I slept alone! Not in the staff room; that would have been too creepy, but in my homeroom. Unrolled the sleeping back right at the back of the class, dumped my bag and my cushion, baring and ta-daaa...I slept.

Ok fine, that sounds too easy.
The truth is, I waited all the way till 430 to sleep.
I surfed the net.
And even when I decided to sleep, I peeked thru my window and noticed that a group of my leaders were sitting right under my window chatting.
And I calmed myself by saying that Siak Hong is sleeping in the staff room alone and with the lights off.
And that it's Aszrina's class that's haunted, not mine.
And I switched on ERA, (which played damn good songs, I tell you) all the way till morning.
And yup, the lights were on too all the way.
But hey! Give me a litle credit ok.
I did sleep alone after all.
In the huge classroom.
Forever opening my eyes and half expecting that odd pair of legs between the kaki kerusi.

But, I'm still proud of myself.
Hwee Kiang and Cik Maznah told me yesterday that I was very brave to want to sleep alone. Heheheh...
And I do feel brave. Now, at least.
But please, the next camp..let me have a female partner!
Al least during the Malay camp I got to sleep with Asz who was as scared as I was.
And even when I couldnt sleep, I could drag all the female student leaders to sleep with me without feeling embarrased.

I think my cadets are back.
I was too sleepy to follow them go for their morning jog.
I think I mumbled something that I couldnt even understand when one of the boys woke me up and asked me if I wanted to accompany them.

S0..6 more hours to go yeah.
I'll just clean up the mess in my class.
The school is such a lovely place to be in when its the hols.
The conclusion to my hating school: The kids.
But thats not true.
I love my kids..at least 80% of them.
then why do i hate going to school so much?
I dont think its because of planning the lessons because here I am sambil2 plan lessons and I'm enjoying it.
i think its more to the waking up at freaking 5am part.
Yup, thats it. I hate waking up early.
My new conclusion why I hate school so much: The waking up early part. It gets me cranky every single weekday.

The headache is here again.
And my eyes hurt.
And I'm bored to death in the staff room, waiting for tomorrow to come so that I can finally leave the camp.
I hate camps.
Especially when you are the only teacher around and you have no one else to talk to.
Lucky for me, Hwee Kiang's here.
But I guess she'll leave for home soon.
And I'll still be here.
And another question that's been bugging me: Who am I going to sleep with tonite?
I've never even slept alone in my own room before, how do u expect me to sleep alone in the staff room??!

I feel extremely blessed to have Shahreil.

I hate being sick..especially durng holidays.
What a waste.

I'm leading a blissful life right now.
No work.
Waking up as late as I want to. (thou I always wake up at 7.30 because I'm so used to waking up very early)
Sitting down down nothing.
Going out as often as I want to.
Watching as many dvds as I want to.
This is heaven.
Thou I feel unproductive sometimes and am itching to do something.
Like plan lessons, or go to school and clean up the mess at my workspace or my class, or give Amira and Mahathir their much needed tuition, or clean up my room, or set common tests...th list is endless. I remember seeing this poster at Holiday Inn Batam, which says something like..Perfecting the Art of Doing Nothing. Hahha.. I need to learn that art. I guess, most of us Sporeans are like that. We are so used to woking and working and working our ass off that when we really do not have anything to do, we get restless. Like I am right now.

So..what shall I do today?
a) Clean up the room.
b) movie date

Tomorrow?
a) Go tokne's house, maybe

Had the most wonderful week.
Malacca trip with my sec 2s was fun.
Kampung Sri Tanjung was so beautiful.
Picture perfect really.
I know that when I've retired, I will have a house like those in Kampung Sri Tanjung.
Very traditional yet very pretty.
We had fun rubber tapping, basket weaving, fishing.
The fishing part was the best.
Jangan kata budak2, cikgu2 pun macam jakun tak pernah mengail ikan.

The kArimun trip with the cikgu-cikgus lagi best.
Funny to see them so jakun about so many things.
The bus oplek, the throwing of litter anywhere we felt like it, the rumah burung, the fresh air kelapa, the food..
I also realised that there is definitely more to Tg Balai then the kecoh2ness that I've always hated.
I guess Ive taken the place for granted for so many years.
I've only seen it as a stopover to Buru.
Didnt realise that there's so many historical places there.
The trip has opened my eyes, I guess.

The best part of the trip was of course..I got to stay while the rest went back to Singapore!
Yippeee!!! Daddy didnt know that I planned to stay of course.heheh..
And everyone in Buru helped me tricked him into thinking that I stayed in Balai and not Buru.
Thank you, all..
But of course, I told him the truth when I reached home. =)
I still can't believe that I went to Buru by myself.
But I did it. And I'm definitely going to do it again..soon.

And after the wonderful trip,
I made the conclusion that Buru is still my favourite place.
It may be so kampung with the sampah and the smell and the pasir and the not so equipped toilets. But I love it anyway.
I'm happiest when I'm there.
What can be more perfect than being at the beach, sipping fresh coconut juice, with thousands and thousands of stars in the sky, listening to a group of budak2 kampung with their guitars singing Peterpan songs? Sometimes the happiness I felt is so great that I get sad, cos I know that tomorrow will still come and I will still have to come back to Spore and back to all the shitty realities. And those guys will still be there every single nite singing away happily. Damn.

I miss Buru Already.