so the shift was great.

both my learners, nurul and linda, have completed their Barista Learning Journey guide.
a few more coffee tastings to go before their coffee passport can be certified too.
im so excited for them, heh.

im so torn apart.
sb-r2 has changed totally;
i have partners who'll vent their anger for no rhyme or reason by slamming all the milk pitchers wherever they want.
partners who dont care about housekeeping anymore.
partners who just refuse to cooperate.

so yesterday, samuel asked me the golden question: whether i wanna join him at sb-we.

im evaluating the pros and cons right now.

the shoutings, the noise, the cries, the tears.

i clench my fists and stare into space.
it was the same, eight years ago.
you've hurt her so many times, but there was never a single time she would dare raise her voice at you.

she woke up in the morning to cook, to wash, to your satisfaction.
tell me, what else do you want?

im so sorry, i lost total respect for you.
suddenly, i dont feel sorry that i lost the ring you bought for me.
i dont feel the guilt of losing my laptop months ago.
i feel like smashing the phone you bought for me.
i wished i could throw ALL the cash you've spent on me back at your stinking face.

i've garnered enough courage to say this: i hate you.

i hate you to the core.
i want to spit at you, for treating MY MOTHER that way.

now let me get this clear.
i will do well in my future studies for her, not you.
never will i talk about you with high respect anymore.

you've never seen a daughter's hatred, have you?
now you do.

dont be shocked if ever one day, i quit teaching and become a shift manager at starbucks.

lets see whether you can still boast about having a daughter who's a teacher.
i'll have the last laugh; revenge is very sweet.

according to Paul Sweeney,
“You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.”

then you guys should read this:



i've been reading too many good books lately, and i love the smell of public libraries now.
i would highly recommend this book, and im lost for words now because it's really well-written; it kinda affected my E.Q somehow.
imagine your first love leaving you to pursue his dreams, and then coming back for you six years later - after you're happily attached with another man.

scary.

anyway, you wont believe what i watched this evening at jurong point with dina and dini.



wonderful. now people think im into fairies and lost kingdoms.
i would gladly trade this for madagascar 2, but the two kiddos were too excited wanting to watch winx club.

i shall go bury myself after this.

and thank you so very the much, dad, for the whole lot of goodies you paid for just now.
i just love mega sales, dont you agree?



hooray to the fact that it's a family day out today, heh.

clean desk

cluster west 3 workshop

cluster west 3 cultural camp

i cant stop smiling from ear to ear now (:

my mum, yes, my mum, sang this yesterday:

"ooooooooooo.....BAMA!"

oh great. now she's into politics.

just a few days ago, aisyah texted me saying that she felt like "having macdonalds or long john silver" for breakfast.
im almost sick of macdonalds breakfast meals and what not, so i decided on long john silver - for the very simple reason, i've never eaten breakfast there before.

to my dismay, the breakfast sets at long john werent as appealing as i'd thought it would be (excuse me while i rant here).
maybe i've never enjoyed paying $5.90 for a piece of roasted chicken sandwiched between toasted breads.

perhaps i should succumb to buying the necessities for my mum, and she could make an even better breakfast than that.

so while exiting long john silver, i asked aisyah, "does KFC have breakfast sets?"

aisyah was unsure, but seeing how KFC's menu board were lighted up brightly,
i was half-jumping on the way there just to check what they have.

and this was what i had eventually:



there were two types of twisters: original and american.
the difference, you might ask?

original twister: chicken, scrambled eggs, tomato, cheese.
american twister: turkey ham, scrambled eggs, hashbrown, cheese.

i totally dig the original twister (because im a chicken lover) and the set comes with any drink, with honey biscuits:



superb, i tell you.
go spend one of the mornings there, enjoy twistering original or american.

oh, my new psp:



and the only game im indulged in concurrently:



Dj Max Portable (:

and the last thing that completed my first week of holidays:



i read, read, and never stop reading.

give me an H!

an O!

an L!

an I!

a D!

an A!

a Y!

holiday! the school holidays are here!
believe me, im as relieved as the kids are when school holidays are concerned (:

checklist is a must, especially when you have Cikgu (insertnamehere) as your senior teacher:

clean desk

cluster west 3 workshop

cluster west 3 cultural camp

as you can see, the battle is not even half-completed yet.
i'll get there, soon.

whats wrong with me being simple and minimal, you retard?

down the road, im no longer bugged by the fact that you've shut me away.
im confident that i've done nothing wrong.
but of course, being you, you'd do your utmost best to practise reverse psychology, and push all the redundant blame to me.

im so sorry - im too busy trying to complete my life the happy way, to even think about how immature and self-centred you are.

my gosh. such cliche words to describe you, tsk.

so goodbye to us, because i know that i deserve better.
i'd do anything than to risk having you in my life.
mark my words, heh.

today i did a complete overhaul on my wardrobe - getting rid of old clothes and clearing the rack to make way for my shoes.
and i found this, slipped under the pair of jeans i've not worn for years:

Dear Mira,

Hey there, how are you? Wish i could start this letter on a lighter mood. You might think that the reason im not messaging you is because im trying to pry attention from you. Well, thats not the case.

I dont know how i should say this but i'll try my best to explain it to you. You see, the reason why i didnt talk to you is because im trying to forget the fact that i love you. Frankly, i still love you, i still feel for you. Everything around me keeps reminding me of you. Even when i see the plants, i get reminded of you, because green is your favourite colour. I know at this point you might think that im a psycho or a stalker. Dont worry, im neither.

I sometimes picture in my mind that i was holding your hands in mine. Every week i would always look forward to the day that i meet you. I even had dreams that you were mine. Well, a dream is a dream but thats how i feel for you.

Mira, i really miss you. I miss seeing your face, hearing your voice, your laughter, your smile, i miss everything about you. I tried to forget you, but i cant. i really love you. Hell, im just a peasant trying to please a queen.

Still loving you,
Hakam

all of a sudden, i really miss him.
this (quite cheesy and corny) letter was written four years ago, but i can remember vividly how much he had sacrificed for me, although im just a mere 16-year old.
maybe that was love, but im too young to know it.

i've let a really good guy slip away four years ago.
jerks appeared in my life up till now, but hey, its the experience that keeps me stronger.

hakam, i think you're married, with two kids now (:

school will always be a politically dramatic place with people who practise ideologies akin to lembu punya susu, sapi punya nama.

im in zilch mood to even type out a grandfather story on this.
lets cut this short, shall we?

Cikgu (insertnamehere),

Lampiran merupakan kertas lembaran untuk murid-murid SIP yang telah kami siapkan. Latihan pra-lawatan sudah pun dicetak dan diberikan kepada murid-murid. Untuk latihan semasa di Brunei, ianya belum lagi dicetak kerana saya dan Aisyah memerlukan Cikgu untuk menyemaknya dahulu. Jika tiada masalah atau sebarang perubahan, kami harap kami dapat mencetaknya secepat mungkin.

Sekian,
Amira dan Aisyah.

and this came back:

Amira, Aisyah,
Bahagian cover SIP Brunei salah.

a) Perlu letakkan nama sekolah rendah corporation di atas,
b) diikuti dengan frasa program penyerapan sekolah ke Negara Brunei Darussalam
c) Lencana CPS (bukan bendera negara brunei)
d) Tarikh dan lain dalam bahasa Melayu
e) Lembaran Aktiviti - dalam bahasa Melayu dan tambah lagi satu bahagian "Apakah yang saya akan lakukan dengan ilmu/maklumat/kemahiran yang saya pelajari
f) Lembaran reflection juga dalam Bahasa Melayu - Reflection - Imbas Nilai

im steaming mad okay!
no, not because we had to do a complete overhaul, but because he is a very fickle-minded human being!
when this task was given to us last thursday, we did our best to make this worksheet turn out right.
we asked around for samples of last year's worksheets but to no avail.
finally (last resort la kan), we decided to approach this fickle-minded man.

he said, "ada, ada. saya email sekarang."

technically, it's been four days already.
no sign of an email with any attachments.

aisyah and i had to start from scratch okay.
like two lost souls asked to complete something for the master. whatever.
and i remembered asking him whether the worksheet should be in english or malay.

he said, "english, english."

fine. so we did it in english la kan, as per master's instructions.
on friday itself, we showed him what we've done so far.

he said, "tkpe, tkpe. saya tk kesah! boleh, boleh!"

now everyone, please re-read whatever he replied to us, thank you.
so many peribahasa in my head right now to substantiate the anger im feeling.

anyway, yesterday was the Primary One Learning Journey.
saiful, zuli and i brought the kiddos to West Coast Park.
zikry and i played badminton, and the shuttlecock landed on top of a shelter.
now i owe him one shuttlecock, damn.

this is aisyah and nabil.



this is nurin jaslina.



this is dhiya and dina.



elly natasha. elly elly bommelly.



nabil and eizaz.



my personal favourite, nur shuaibah.



haney sofea and annessawati (kids nowadays, the names so mouthful).



them on the pusing-pusing thingy, heh.



i love the primary ones. can i teach them next year, please?

my weekend was spent at starbucks, traning pei yee, a full-timer for samuel's new store: Wilkey Edge.

SB-WE (WE for Wilkey Edge).
quite weird a name for a store.

anyways.

my weekend too, was spent watching this on dvd:



i was curious as to what susuk can do, so i stayed on and watched until the end.
and i was sadly disappointed.
it was more about someone who lusts for fame and wealth, and the likes.

3.5/5 stars la.

but its okay. more dvds to be watched once the holidays start (:

i promised someone that we'd go for supper at macdonalds last night.
but my eyes failed me.
i fell asleep, and woke up at 5am, only to find that i had like umpteen messages and 8 missed calls from him.

im still feeling bad about it.
maybe i should buy two gingerbread baristas for him.

Political promises are much like marriage vows. They are made at the beginning of the relationship between candidate and voter, but are quickly forgotten.