Have you ever felt that somehow, you don't really belong in this place, time and era?
Cos I'm feeling it again right now.
Here I am marking comprehension while listening to malay songs.
Nope, not Siti Nurhaliza or Ziana Zain kind of malay songs.
But the old ones.. classic.
The ones that you hear when you watch the black and white malay films.
Yup..those ones. The ones that will cause my students to groan and try to switch to some reggae cds.

Anyways..here I am listening to Noraniza Idris and Abdullah Chik,
and suddenly I start wishing that I'm in that kind of era..
you know..the ones that has pendekars and all.
Hahah.. I know it's crappy.
But was watching Lela Satria with Diyana last night, and let me tell you..
the guys looked fabulously hot with their samping and tanjak and keris..
I think I'd be one sexed up bitch if I was born in that era. =P

Well, maybe all these fantasies of living in some other time and place is brought
about my general dissatisfaction with life.
Maybe yes. Maybe not.
Whatever it is, let me drift into my fantasy world once in a while

What a wonderful weekend.
2 whole days of shopping, gossipping, eating and more shopping!
First with adik n yan at Bugis.
Then with Ikin, who shocked me by blowing off more than $300
on makeup and shoes and clothes in one single afternoon! (I'm supposed to be
the spendthrift in the family!)
Then the next day with Ikin and Tiot, shopping AGAIN!
No regrets though. Felt really wonderful after that.
We felt like Paris Hilton on a shopping spree.
Wooohhoooo..

Neways, the babes made a pact while busy gentel-ing bagedil
yesterday.
When each of us receive our CPF, we will:

a) Me: Fly the rest to ALmalfi Coast (I'm only payong for the air tickets ok!)
Tiot: Bawak kitorang pergi Haji (Lepas bermaksiat di Amalfi, kita beribadah)
Ikin: Spa PAckage at Dubai
Diyana: Ermm... yang ini agak tidak pasti kerana dia adalah seorang MEL (melukut di tepi gantang)

SO, yup.. INSYALLAH, moga panjang umur dan dimurahkan rezeki kami-kami ini.

Was browsing through someone's blog.. a fellow teacher, and came upon this quote:
A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove.. but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child- Kathy Davis.

Wow. It was so inspirational. The kind of words I needed sometimes to perk me up, to remind me that what I'm doing now is worthwhile after all. All the hard work, the sweat, the migrane, the hurt, the tears are all for a reason.