it is said that women remember things that men would find impossible to remember; phone numbers, datelines, license number, IC number, promises made months ago, silly jokes laughed at years ago, people they met only once a few years back and so on. what is it with guys that they can't remember? that has got to cross your mind at least once. is it because they're too lazy to do it? or they just plain dumb? or maybe there's a scientific explanation like the males' memory retention is low than that of females'? don't get me wrong i am not a women activist at all. and i am no men-hater either. i believe that both species can actually get along well together under certain circumstances of course. i've even met guys who are actually good with their memories and i've certainly met girls who can't even remember their own cell number. the truth is i enjoyed befriended both types meaning those who can remember well and the opposite. the world is made up of pros and cons right?
the nice thing about having photographic-memory friends is that they can get you out of trouble by simply revisiting an event in their minds. like how you're being blamed at for not locking up the house when you're positive than ever that you did. like how people laugh at someone else's jokes which was originally your jokes a few months ago. like when you've returned something you've borrowed and that person claimed that you didn't. i'm talking about rare cases where you don't have any proof but only a witness. these are the moments where you need witness with superior memory.
the pros of having friends who can't even seem to remember the last time they took their bath is on the other hand not a bad thing either. like how you said hurtful things at them without really meaning to. like when you 'accidentally' start your own idol show and can't seem to stop singing when they're in the midst of finishing an assignment. like when you forgot to turn off their laptop for them. people who easily forget things i'm telling you they don't even bother with these stuffs because they can't even remember them the next morning. or the following week. so yeah i like having them as friends either.
so yes i'm glad to have multi-purpose friends all over the town. it kinda helps me. it does. but more so i like friends who can lie for me. cover-all-the-tracks stuffs. that's the best. XD
and which types i fell into? i can only tell you that i'm definitely not both. it has to be only one. your pick. ;p
Friday, October 16, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
no strings attached. maybe.
god tied you and i together by our little fingers with a long red string. this bond of destiny cannot be seen. and there is no map to you. and it's a miracle how we found each other.
it is said that after a person is born, they will meet approximately 30,000 people before they die. of those, the number of people you'll meet and work with at school is 3,000. and of those, you'll intimately know 300. among all those encounters, it' s said that god has arranged a special one for you. one made from before you were born. however, that bond of fate is invisible to everyone. and yet that unseen person is your destiny. is connected to you by a red string on your pinky.
and that's how we fell in love.
over the years i was so busy looking at you that i couldn't see how broken my heart is. how lose the red string has came to be. and yet knowing that it was neither our fault. it was an accident. not the kinds where sirens sound though. it hits us silently yet painfully. so i was wondering...
how do you forget someone whom you've found miraculously without a map?
what if you never find someone else the same way again?
what if it was a mistake and he never have the red string in the first place?
what if he really was the one?
what if i...
what if he...
what if we...
oh, damn.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
nerd attack.
being a nerd is no fun. period. you will get teased a lot. you will be the last person picked out in a group work. you won't even get to have guys gave you a once-over. you might never went out on a date for the rest of your lives and end up marrying the guy your parents found for you who happens to be the boy you secretly hate during your childhood. and yeah even though bill gates had committed the ultimate revenge by being one of the most richest and successful man on earth, it didn't change the fact that humans are still governed and always will be governed by outward appearance. beauty is a must. heart is a bonus. welcome to the real world.
reading this, you might be thinking that yes i am one of those girls who were born as if by a slip of fate to be less prettier than the normal girls out there. teeeet~ as much as you want that to be true, it wasn't. muahahaha...i don't think as myself as the nerdy types with horn-rimmed glasses and braided hair with baggy sweaters and sneakers. and i am not the princessy-types either with heavy makeup and branded clothes hugging my Tyra Bank's figure. not that that wouldn't be a dream for me, it's just that it would be a nightmare for my housemates who predicted incessantly that my head would be up in space if i were to be all glam and popular. jealousy vibe detected, don't you think? ohoho lucky enough my housemates don't have any blogs except for ano whom i doubt will read this long entry and risk her ever-precious minutes of worshiping over korean celebrities...explained why i always write long entries just so she won't bother reading what i wrote about them...;p
back to the nerdy tale. yes i am not a nerd. at least not in appearance. but there's a nerd that lives inside of me. a nerd that comes out at night where i spent hours browsing over linguistics books and methods books and tried to stick a USB drive into my head to save it for good. a nerd that refused to go out during weekends just so she could finish her assignment due the following week. a nerd who let go of every single date she had for she believed that she couldn't commit in a relationship where she needs to divide her time between studying and love. a nerd who prefers to be silent in class even when she knows the answers to every question asked. i've no idea how this nerd got to reside in me in the first place. i just knew that sometimes it acts like a parasite, sucking away all my energy that left me feeling like a worn-out jean. yeah but analogy. i know. but that's the best i could think of. sorry. ;p
now everyone who is everyone keeps asking me the same question over and over again until at one time i thought that they were echoes and that there must be something wrong with my ears, like a cancer or something when really they were just people repeating the same question. it's just a one simple innocent word that ironically makes me cringe every time i hear it. the word "Why?" why did i choose to live a life of a nerd when i could be different? why would i let myself be tormented by my fellow colleagues who make me out to be vindictive and spiteful just because i refused to be understood? why? why? why? (see the echoes i'm talking about??) XD now the problem is not only of the echoes i've heard my whole life. it's also the echoes that i have to hear when i told them why. it's bad enough having to hear the same question being directed at you for years, but to have to hear the same thing coming out of your mouth is another. now the echoes were coming out from my two vital organs; ears and mouth. urrggg!!! so in order to avoid having to repeat myself like a stupid answering machine, here's why. thehehe finally you get to know the reason why this entry is written in the first place. took me so long to get to the objective, isn't it? set induksi yg terlebih panjang maybe...LOL
MONEY.
that's it. that's the reason why i'm a nerd. still in the mist guys? well brace yourself for the longest explanation ever on the importance of money. perhaps you could save this entry and read it out loud to your future daughters when they were old enough to spell A-P-P-L-E means apple. perhaps you didn't know that to be born as a girl and to be loved was so hard. there must almost always money involved. especially for girls like me whose life has been dedicated entirely on shopping. and shopping. and shopping some more. if you were to do a quick survey out there and asked any passing women their choice; for love OR money, 99% of them would say money. the thing is, i would say money as well. except for the fact that i'd really like to be in that 1% ever since i was six years old watching beauty and the beast like it was the best fairytale ever. so i've decided to work my butt to be in that 1% while at the same time not losing the privilege to pamper myself with the shopping spree. and that's how i came up with this brilliant scheme;
1. i would work my ass off in studying even if it kills me.
2. with my perseverance, i would graduate with the first-honour degree.
3. with my oh-so-good degree, i would be working where the pay weighs a ton.
4. with my sky-high salary, i would save some of the dimes and spend most of it.
5. with the money i have on my own, i would get to marry a guy for love instead of money.
now you see where this goes? money is the ultimate factor in my life that keeps me moving forward. if i were to slack in my studying, then i won't get a good job in the future. and without a good job, i won't get enough money to spend. and without money, i would have to resort to marrying a guy for his money since i obviously can't live without it. but...on the other hand, if my scheme works well, then i won't have to find guys just so i could put a hole in his wallet since i have my own wallet to be burned. but i must make sure first that the money is in an infinite amount so that no matter how much were burned, i am still rich as ever. and when that happens, i won't have to marry guys for money. i get to realize my six-year-old dream's of a happily ever after. but of course, that guy must have his own money as well. he couldn't very much marry me for my money, obviously. he just won't have to have all the money in the universe to make me happy. just enough to make me want to stay at his side, and to be protected. i like him to ask me silly questions like have i eaten when obviously i have since it's way past breaking fast time, to laugh at my jokes when i myself didn't even laugh at it, to let me have a bantering session with him since i totally love it so much so that deeba felt like i was bullying her. (take note: bullying carries a negative connotation to it while bantering doesn't..;p) what i don't like is when guys open the car door for me, when guys carry my handbag for me, when guys refuse to split the bills, yadda yadda yadda. that makes me feel like i was incapable of taking care of myself. which is soo not true. i know how to open a car door on my own since i was five by the way. in making decision however, i would rather leave it to him. i'm pretty indecisive. fine. i'm super duper hyper indecisive. so please don't ask me where to go for breaking fast, what food to order, when to pay the streamyx bills, and all the WH-Questions by right. okke ni dah stat melalut dah ni...focus effa focus!!!
so that's the end of this dramatic explanation on why i am a nerd.
and yeah if anyone ever asked me this question EVER again, i swear i'll make them read this entry for 218 times until they can recite it word for word.
p/s: for nerds out there, do rejoice for being one...it might come handy someday...;p
reading this, you might be thinking that yes i am one of those girls who were born as if by a slip of fate to be less prettier than the normal girls out there. teeeet~ as much as you want that to be true, it wasn't. muahahaha...i don't think as myself as the nerdy types with horn-rimmed glasses and braided hair with baggy sweaters and sneakers. and i am not the princessy-types either with heavy makeup and branded clothes hugging my Tyra Bank's figure. not that that wouldn't be a dream for me, it's just that it would be a nightmare for my housemates who predicted incessantly that my head would be up in space if i were to be all glam and popular. jealousy vibe detected, don't you think? ohoho lucky enough my housemates don't have any blogs except for ano whom i doubt will read this long entry and risk her ever-precious minutes of worshiping over korean celebrities...explained why i always write long entries just so she won't bother reading what i wrote about them...;p
back to the nerdy tale. yes i am not a nerd. at least not in appearance. but there's a nerd that lives inside of me. a nerd that comes out at night where i spent hours browsing over linguistics books and methods books and tried to stick a USB drive into my head to save it for good. a nerd that refused to go out during weekends just so she could finish her assignment due the following week. a nerd who let go of every single date she had for she believed that she couldn't commit in a relationship where she needs to divide her time between studying and love. a nerd who prefers to be silent in class even when she knows the answers to every question asked. i've no idea how this nerd got to reside in me in the first place. i just knew that sometimes it acts like a parasite, sucking away all my energy that left me feeling like a worn-out jean. yeah but analogy. i know. but that's the best i could think of. sorry. ;p
now everyone who is everyone keeps asking me the same question over and over again until at one time i thought that they were echoes and that there must be something wrong with my ears, like a cancer or something when really they were just people repeating the same question. it's just a one simple innocent word that ironically makes me cringe every time i hear it. the word "Why?" why did i choose to live a life of a nerd when i could be different? why would i let myself be tormented by my fellow colleagues who make me out to be vindictive and spiteful just because i refused to be understood? why? why? why? (see the echoes i'm talking about??) XD now the problem is not only of the echoes i've heard my whole life. it's also the echoes that i have to hear when i told them why. it's bad enough having to hear the same question being directed at you for years, but to have to hear the same thing coming out of your mouth is another. now the echoes were coming out from my two vital organs; ears and mouth. urrggg!!! so in order to avoid having to repeat myself like a stupid answering machine, here's why. thehehe finally you get to know the reason why this entry is written in the first place. took me so long to get to the objective, isn't it? set induksi yg terlebih panjang maybe...LOL
MONEY.
that's it. that's the reason why i'm a nerd. still in the mist guys? well brace yourself for the longest explanation ever on the importance of money. perhaps you could save this entry and read it out loud to your future daughters when they were old enough to spell A-P-P-L-E means apple. perhaps you didn't know that to be born as a girl and to be loved was so hard. there must almost always money involved. especially for girls like me whose life has been dedicated entirely on shopping. and shopping. and shopping some more. if you were to do a quick survey out there and asked any passing women their choice; for love OR money, 99% of them would say money. the thing is, i would say money as well. except for the fact that i'd really like to be in that 1% ever since i was six years old watching beauty and the beast like it was the best fairytale ever. so i've decided to work my butt to be in that 1% while at the same time not losing the privilege to pamper myself with the shopping spree. and that's how i came up with this brilliant scheme;
1. i would work my ass off in studying even if it kills me.
2. with my perseverance, i would graduate with the first-honour degree.
3. with my oh-so-good degree, i would be working where the pay weighs a ton.
4. with my sky-high salary, i would save some of the dimes and spend most of it.
5. with the money i have on my own, i would get to marry a guy for love instead of money.
now you see where this goes? money is the ultimate factor in my life that keeps me moving forward. if i were to slack in my studying, then i won't get a good job in the future. and without a good job, i won't get enough money to spend. and without money, i would have to resort to marrying a guy for his money since i obviously can't live without it. but...on the other hand, if my scheme works well, then i won't have to find guys just so i could put a hole in his wallet since i have my own wallet to be burned. but i must make sure first that the money is in an infinite amount so that no matter how much were burned, i am still rich as ever. and when that happens, i won't have to marry guys for money. i get to realize my six-year-old dream's of a happily ever after. but of course, that guy must have his own money as well. he couldn't very much marry me for my money, obviously. he just won't have to have all the money in the universe to make me happy. just enough to make me want to stay at his side, and to be protected. i like him to ask me silly questions like have i eaten when obviously i have since it's way past breaking fast time, to laugh at my jokes when i myself didn't even laugh at it, to let me have a bantering session with him since i totally love it so much so that deeba felt like i was bullying her. (take note: bullying carries a negative connotation to it while bantering doesn't..;p) what i don't like is when guys open the car door for me, when guys carry my handbag for me, when guys refuse to split the bills, yadda yadda yadda. that makes me feel like i was incapable of taking care of myself. which is soo not true. i know how to open a car door on my own since i was five by the way. in making decision however, i would rather leave it to him. i'm pretty indecisive. fine. i'm super duper hyper indecisive. so please don't ask me where to go for breaking fast, what food to order, when to pay the streamyx bills, and all the WH-Questions by right. okke ni dah stat melalut dah ni...focus effa focus!!!
so that's the end of this dramatic explanation on why i am a nerd.
and yeah if anyone ever asked me this question EVER again, i swear i'll make them read this entry for 218 times until they can recite it word for word.
p/s: for nerds out there, do rejoice for being one...it might come handy someday...;p
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
an ode to you.
last day of practicum.
finally. my suffering ends.
that's how i thought my entry would be written if you asked me three months ago. guess i was wrong. the thing about writing your future is that it is changeable. just because you wrote it down doesn't mean that it'll definitely happen. the word is MAYBE. not DEFINITELY.
and the future i planned to write MAYBE has changed.
and MAYBE i should stop writing my future from now on. because they tend to change a lot. and i hate having to rewrite everything all over again knowing that i am wrong. i hate making mistakes. who doesn't? the thing is i've been making them quite a lot lately. so here's one thing i hope would not turn into a mistake;
...rewriting this entry. so here goes...
last day of practicum.
i managed to snag a period before recess from Mdm Bavanee saying i wanted to see them for the last time. them here refers to 1C students; the only class i taught that i haven't said goodbye yet. hell they don't even know this is my last day. i never told them. and they never ask. so that's how the days passed without any of us really know what awaits us on this very day.
they were late (as usual...) from ICT Lab. and for the first time ever i was glad they were late. it gave me some time to pull myself together. you must be wondering why is it that this class would be harder from any other classes i've said goodbye so far? the difference is that they are 1C; the first class i entered three months ago as a trainee teacher. who would have guessed it would be the last class as well? in a way, i am most close to them.
a moment alone can actually teach you more than a moment full of people. and there i was. standing at the front of an empty classroom. one by one they came back - memories of making them sign the ground rules on the first day, memories of their worthy-academy-award performance during dr izaham's observation, memories of storming out of class early for their misbehaviour, memories of laughing so hard during choral speaking training that we hurt our sides...we've learned about each other all in this very small four-sided sanctuary. the sanctuary that i won't be entering anymore from now on. and it won't be our sanctuary anymore. just yours. not ours.
and so on that very last day i left them with memories to hold on to and promises well kept. on that last day i did all the things i promised them i would. i taught chee shean and jun ming how to solve the rubik cube. just like i promised them i would. i won't leave them with unkept promises. i gave them the notes for next week's exam and finally i gave them a token of our bond; a reminder of what we've shared that no one else knew. they spent the rest of the day with me in the staffroom. they requested from the other teachers entering their class to let them hang out with me to take pictures. they cried. and i cried.
and that's how my practicum ends.
in tears of regret and joy. regret for not being able to do my best when i know i can do better. joy for knowing that yes they do love and appreciate me.
they might never know this. but the worst fear i felt the first time entering their class was not the fear of not being able to teach them properly. it was the fear of not being loved. yeah that's how self-centered and self-conceited i am. i am not a good person. i never considered myself to be one. now it shows right?
dear god, please don't let them forget me.
please don't let them.
please.
because i know i won't...
funny how they kept saying how much they love me. even funnier how they never knew...that i loved them first.
finally. my suffering ends.
that's how i thought my entry would be written if you asked me three months ago. guess i was wrong. the thing about writing your future is that it is changeable. just because you wrote it down doesn't mean that it'll definitely happen. the word is MAYBE. not DEFINITELY.
and the future i planned to write MAYBE has changed.
and MAYBE i should stop writing my future from now on. because they tend to change a lot. and i hate having to rewrite everything all over again knowing that i am wrong. i hate making mistakes. who doesn't? the thing is i've been making them quite a lot lately. so here's one thing i hope would not turn into a mistake;
...rewriting this entry. so here goes...
last day of practicum.
i managed to snag a period before recess from Mdm Bavanee saying i wanted to see them for the last time. them here refers to 1C students; the only class i taught that i haven't said goodbye yet. hell they don't even know this is my last day. i never told them. and they never ask. so that's how the days passed without any of us really know what awaits us on this very day.
they were late (as usual...) from ICT Lab. and for the first time ever i was glad they were late. it gave me some time to pull myself together. you must be wondering why is it that this class would be harder from any other classes i've said goodbye so far? the difference is that they are 1C; the first class i entered three months ago as a trainee teacher. who would have guessed it would be the last class as well? in a way, i am most close to them.
a moment alone can actually teach you more than a moment full of people. and there i was. standing at the front of an empty classroom. one by one they came back - memories of making them sign the ground rules on the first day, memories of their worthy-academy-award performance during dr izaham's observation, memories of storming out of class early for their misbehaviour, memories of laughing so hard during choral speaking training that we hurt our sides...we've learned about each other all in this very small four-sided sanctuary. the sanctuary that i won't be entering anymore from now on. and it won't be our sanctuary anymore. just yours. not ours.
and so on that very last day i left them with memories to hold on to and promises well kept. on that last day i did all the things i promised them i would. i taught chee shean and jun ming how to solve the rubik cube. just like i promised them i would. i won't leave them with unkept promises. i gave them the notes for next week's exam and finally i gave them a token of our bond; a reminder of what we've shared that no one else knew. they spent the rest of the day with me in the staffroom. they requested from the other teachers entering their class to let them hang out with me to take pictures. they cried. and i cried.
and that's how my practicum ends.
in tears of regret and joy. regret for not being able to do my best when i know i can do better. joy for knowing that yes they do love and appreciate me.
they might never know this. but the worst fear i felt the first time entering their class was not the fear of not being able to teach them properly. it was the fear of not being loved. yeah that's how self-centered and self-conceited i am. i am not a good person. i never considered myself to be one. now it shows right?
dear god, please don't let them forget me.
please don't let them.
please.
because i know i won't...
funny how they kept saying how much they love me. even funnier how they never knew...that i loved them first.
Friday, August 28, 2009
what i've learned from what you've taught.
salam. cewah bulan pose baru nk bagi salam dlm blognyer entry. heeee~
today is the fourth day of celebrating ramadhan at home. and it'll be the last as well. tsk tsk. right off 1630 hour tomorrow i'll be off to shah alam to continue where i left off which by the way means eating not-so-mummy's cooking for breaking fast, swallowing nasi bujang for sahur (nasi + telur dadar) and air kosong. yeah i know. i should stop complaining considering those from the third world who barely had any scrap of food to break their fast. but still...when you think about it for the umpteenth time...there's definitely NO place like my home. or your home for your case. fine. i mean home. period. just saying it out loud sent warmth all the way to your bone, right?
i'm gonna miss home and dad and mum and angah and along. and gemok, kenzo and rei (my three musketeer cats) so much. baby zaara (my first ever niece) can stand on her own two tiny feet now. WOW! DOUBLE WOW! it seems like only yesterday she screamed and grunted for me to carry her. now she won't even let me touch her as she is so buzy walking around with the help from her "furniture friends" (she can't walk on her own without holding on to the sofas and cupboards and all other things within her grasp...heee). god, i don't wanna go back...humphf.
on the other hand, from my careful consideration, going back can only have one advantage. i get to see my dear students for the last time. tsk tsk tsk. tetiba sedey lak. issh tetiba ker? bukan dari last week lg dah nanges2 effa? bwa-ha-ha. takpe my students tak lembek cam cekgu dia. ari tu dah nanges x kan dorang nanges lagi kan, kan, kan? the problem is takut cekgu dia ni yg terlebih berperasaan and cry for the second time. huh. no effa. you can't give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry (again!) because then they're going to realize how important they are to you and start to tease you for the rest of your life now that they have your phone number (tetiba terbayang akashah dan sheikh dan lawak2 bodoh mereka di saat aku sudah beruban di mana mereka masih berperangai annoying itu...tidak!!!) but in a way that is true. they have no idea how special they can be to some people and i can't even tell them that they are special. you might be wondering why the hell can't i tell them right? it's not even national security issue that i must keep it top secret. you might never understand this. even if i tell you, you might still unable to put two and two together and just think i'm nuts. the truth is i can't tell them that they are special and wonderful people because i'm afraid that when they realize how special they can be they might start to forget me and find other teachers who'll make them feel as special as i make them feel. selfish of me right? i often tell my friends that i am, even when they don't believe me. now do you believe me?
knowing my students, whom i know will never read this, in a way they taught me more than i taught them. i taught them what's in the textbook, in the syllabus, what will come out in their exams etc. but they...they taught me things that i can never find in the book. things that they'll never realize how big that it changes my life. 180 degrees and all.
they taught me how to skip my lunch to teach them on articles and not feel mad about it.
they taught me how to punish them by singing a song and not feel bad about it.
they taught me how to pat their heads when they got hurt.
they taught me how to hate going to camp and then loving it so much only because they were there.
they taught me how to support them when they have family crisis.
they taught me how to be stern without making them hate me.
they taught me how to follow my heart and believe them when others accused them of a crime they didn't commit.
they taught me how to spend my money buying 30 exercise books and photocopying hundreds of handouts and not feel short on money.
they taught me how to love myself more and more everyday with all their gifts and praises and humours.
they taught me how to never give up and teach them until it stuck in their heads.
they taught me that learning is something that cannot be forced and that i can only plant the seed and hope that it'll grow.
thye taught me how to fret and complaint about them all day long and still love their company.
they taught me how to become a teacher.
and for all these i'm glad to be back in shah alam tomorrow.
i just hope my sister won't be calling me a few minutes before breaking fast and read out the list of food on the dining table at home just to piss me off...
and this entry is dedicated to my students with early farewell bidding.
nanti sok2 wat farewell entry lain pulak...heheh.
farewell entry part one.
the end.
walking away is tough. and beautiful all at the same time.
today is the fourth day of celebrating ramadhan at home. and it'll be the last as well. tsk tsk. right off 1630 hour tomorrow i'll be off to shah alam to continue where i left off which by the way means eating not-so-mummy's cooking for breaking fast, swallowing nasi bujang for sahur (nasi + telur dadar) and air kosong. yeah i know. i should stop complaining considering those from the third world who barely had any scrap of food to break their fast. but still...when you think about it for the umpteenth time...there's definitely NO place like my home. or your home for your case. fine. i mean home. period. just saying it out loud sent warmth all the way to your bone, right?
i'm gonna miss home and dad and mum and angah and along. and gemok, kenzo and rei (my three musketeer cats) so much. baby zaara (my first ever niece) can stand on her own two tiny feet now. WOW! DOUBLE WOW! it seems like only yesterday she screamed and grunted for me to carry her. now she won't even let me touch her as she is so buzy walking around with the help from her "furniture friends" (she can't walk on her own without holding on to the sofas and cupboards and all other things within her grasp...heee). god, i don't wanna go back...humphf.
on the other hand, from my careful consideration, going back can only have one advantage. i get to see my dear students for the last time. tsk tsk tsk. tetiba sedey lak. issh tetiba ker? bukan dari last week lg dah nanges2 effa? bwa-ha-ha. takpe my students tak lembek cam cekgu dia. ari tu dah nanges x kan dorang nanges lagi kan, kan, kan? the problem is takut cekgu dia ni yg terlebih berperasaan and cry for the second time. huh. no effa. you can't give them the satisfaction of seeing you cry (again!) because then they're going to realize how important they are to you and start to tease you for the rest of your life now that they have your phone number (tetiba terbayang akashah dan sheikh dan lawak2 bodoh mereka di saat aku sudah beruban di mana mereka masih berperangai annoying itu...tidak!!!) but in a way that is true. they have no idea how special they can be to some people and i can't even tell them that they are special. you might be wondering why the hell can't i tell them right? it's not even national security issue that i must keep it top secret. you might never understand this. even if i tell you, you might still unable to put two and two together and just think i'm nuts. the truth is i can't tell them that they are special and wonderful people because i'm afraid that when they realize how special they can be they might start to forget me and find other teachers who'll make them feel as special as i make them feel. selfish of me right? i often tell my friends that i am, even when they don't believe me. now do you believe me?
knowing my students, whom i know will never read this, in a way they taught me more than i taught them. i taught them what's in the textbook, in the syllabus, what will come out in their exams etc. but they...they taught me things that i can never find in the book. things that they'll never realize how big that it changes my life. 180 degrees and all.
they taught me how to skip my lunch to teach them on articles and not feel mad about it.
they taught me how to punish them by singing a song and not feel bad about it.
they taught me how to pat their heads when they got hurt.
they taught me how to hate going to camp and then loving it so much only because they were there.
they taught me how to support them when they have family crisis.
they taught me how to be stern without making them hate me.
they taught me how to follow my heart and believe them when others accused them of a crime they didn't commit.
they taught me how to spend my money buying 30 exercise books and photocopying hundreds of handouts and not feel short on money.
they taught me how to love myself more and more everyday with all their gifts and praises and humours.
they taught me how to never give up and teach them until it stuck in their heads.
they taught me that learning is something that cannot be forced and that i can only plant the seed and hope that it'll grow.
thye taught me how to fret and complaint about them all day long and still love their company.
they taught me how to become a teacher.
and for all these i'm glad to be back in shah alam tomorrow.
i just hope my sister won't be calling me a few minutes before breaking fast and read out the list of food on the dining table at home just to piss me off...
and this entry is dedicated to my students with early farewell bidding.
nanti sok2 wat farewell entry lain pulak...heheh.
farewell entry part one.
the end.
walking away is tough. and beautiful all at the same time.Sunday, August 16, 2009
bend the time. please.
a few days ago i stumbled across a thankful list of a friend.
it makes me realize how many things there are exactly that i've taken for granted all this time.
so i've decided to write mine as a reminder of who i was and am and to be thankful for both.
i'm thankful for...
::. being born and raised as a MUSLIM.
::. having parents who strut and fret about me rather than neglect me.
::. having sisters whom i fought with one second and shopped together for clothes the next.
::. having brothers who teased me for silly things i did years and years ago.
::. having a mom who is a first-born so that my siblings would be the oldest in my mother's side so that we have every veto in making decision among every cousin ever existed ;p
::. having a dad who has nine siblings so that every gathering makes me wonder which baby belongs to which mother as the number of babies produced by each mother seems to be almost always increasing. LOL!
::. having a mom who is addicted to any ghost movies that she turns into a scaredy-cat who's afraid to sleep alone in a hotel room and made her children accompany her every time she went outstation for work which means a free holiday for us. (",) v
::. having a dad who teaches his children to recite the Quran and pray for Allah's blessing.
::. having an over-protective woman as a mom who calls her daughter every day just to make sure she won't die doing her practicum alone and far from home.. ToT
::. having parents whose hometowns are near to one another which made them never to have an argument over whose hometowns it would be for Raya celebration as we ended up going to both.
::. having a sister-in-law who's a bad cook that she made my ever-so-stingy brother went out and buy lots and lots of pizzas whenever i visit their home. yummy!
::. having a first-ever niece who weighs 7kg when she is only 6 months old and refuses to be put down to sleep.
::. running away from kindergarten when i was six and ended up being the stupidest kid in class upon entering Standard One :(
::. being bullied for half a year in Standard One for making all my classmates went late for recess every day for i was the only one who failed to finish the exercises given on time and they had to wait for me to finish them up since the teachers wanted us to go for recess together to promote unity. as if. ToT
::. finding DANI, the smartest kid in class who said "takpe..." when the other bulliers said "mak aku cakap kalau kiter tolong orang bodoh nanti kiter pon jadi bodoh jugak..." that this smartest kid actually become my friend all through primary, secondary, and still going strong. no wonder she's smart aite?
::. staying up late studying in Standard One to unwind the situation above that i ended up being Number One in exams throughout the year. and the years after that. YESSS!
::. skipping Standard Four and entering Standard Five straight away that i got bullied once again from a senior named NIK MUHAMAD HAFIZ BIN NIK ABDUL RAHMAN from the same class whom i secretly called "chickenik" as only chickens bully those who are weaker who claimed that since i am so clever i should be able to do his homework as well. @!##$%&~!
::. given the chance to learn from the best teachers namely Cikgu Azhar, Cikgu Rosdi, Cikgu Norsilawati, Cikgu Rozaidah, Teacher Syafiqah etc. that i got 5As in UPSR.
::. rejecting an offer to study in a boarding school and entering the worst secondary school in the district which happens to be a school where my dad is the principal.
::. bitching about some innocent teachers and still got 8As in PMR. Alhamdulillah~
::. meeting friends like EZY, ELLA, MA and EMAH who taught me to appreciate small and silly things like blaming my physics teacher who sleeps during class and punish us for failing, to cry my eyes out for a guy worth dumping, to skip classes and hang out in the teacher's room and pretending that we were doing chores for some teachers. ish, ish, ish...
::. not scoring straight As in my SPM. serves me right huhu~
::. entering Malacca Matriculation College for a month and making friends with crazy EKIN, KHAIRA, ADD, TEE, KAY and super hot classmates like BEN and BURN.
::. being lied by my sly mom who chose TESL as my first and second choice in IPTA application saying that the sequence doesn't matter because they will look at my main interest which is actually journalism.
::. enrolling in TESL programme which actually is super cool and i get to meet ANO, DIBA, SYA, NADY, TNEE, and SYU who taught me all their dialects.
::. having friends like AIN and WAWA who travel a lot and bought me stuffs and introducing me to RYO-CHAN. lalalalala~
::. taking Mandarin as my third language and to be able to understand every time my dear students bad-mouthed me using their language. muahahaha!
::. getting DL every semester except last semester in which i cried buckets. bwa-ha-ha.
::. having Dr. Izaham as my supervisor for practicum which makes everything A-okay ;)
::. having Mr. Selva as my mentor who constantly protects me from the monsters at school by ensuring that i won't get any relief for 2D class (^_^)//
::. unable to stand spicy food so i am less likely to get stomach ache.
::. being the victim of bad press among my housemates who make me out to be vindictive, spiteful and in extreme cases actually a psycho. which secretly i think is ironically true.
::. being sent to become a trainee teacher in SMK Sri Istana, the worst school in Klang as they say.
::. meeting students like...
++ ACAP who tries to fix me up with his 'silat' teacher
++ KAMARUL who worships every ground i walk by
++ IQMAL who staples every one of his books so i won't have to see all the bad comments from his previous teacher
++ SHEIKH who made me chase him around the class
++ LUTHFI and AFIQ who camwhore themselves using my phone camera when i wasn't looking
++ AKASHAH who teases me for my running misfit at camp
++ HAIRIAN and HALEEM who stop and chat with me every time our paths crossed
++ SYAZA and YA who hang out with me every day during recess in the teacher's room
++ MEARY who first tells me that she loves me
++ MUSA who scolds every student who talk rudely to me and demands their apologies and won't stop until they do
++ CHEE HONG who sleeps in my class
++ CHUN LOONG who carries my books to class when all teachers complaint that he never even bring any of his books to school
::. and many more who constantly test my patience and remind me of my strengths and weaknesses.
::. having a best friend who held my hand while walking to his kindergarten, gave me my first rose when i was six, bought me keropok at the canteen every day using his money for i was such a social misfit as a kid that i can't even buy my own food without making a fool of myself. thanks EPUL for those hard times you stood by ;)
::. bruising easily and recovering almost as easy.
::. being a Malaysian with its multi racial community.
::. being a human being with minds to think and to decide the life i want to live.
::. always being a year younger than my classmates.
::. being alive until this very moment.
when i was five i used to close my eyes tightly to sleep and wish that i would grow older faster so that i won't have to follow what everyone tells me to do.
now when i close my eyes and i open them back again, i wish it was exactly the same time i was 16 years ago when i was just a kid with absolute innocence lying in bed...
it makes me realize how many things there are exactly that i've taken for granted all this time.
so i've decided to write mine as a reminder of who i was and am and to be thankful for both.
i'm thankful for...
::. being born and raised as a MUSLIM.
::. having parents who strut and fret about me rather than neglect me.
::. having sisters whom i fought with one second and shopped together for clothes the next.
::. having brothers who teased me for silly things i did years and years ago.
::. having a mom who is a first-born so that my siblings would be the oldest in my mother's side so that we have every veto in making decision among every cousin ever existed ;p
::. having a dad who has nine siblings so that every gathering makes me wonder which baby belongs to which mother as the number of babies produced by each mother seems to be almost always increasing. LOL!
::. having a mom who is addicted to any ghost movies that she turns into a scaredy-cat who's afraid to sleep alone in a hotel room and made her children accompany her every time she went outstation for work which means a free holiday for us. (",) v
::. having a dad who teaches his children to recite the Quran and pray for Allah's blessing.
::. having an over-protective woman as a mom who calls her daughter every day just to make sure she won't die doing her practicum alone and far from home.. ToT
::. having parents whose hometowns are near to one another which made them never to have an argument over whose hometowns it would be for Raya celebration as we ended up going to both.
::. having a sister-in-law who's a bad cook that she made my ever-so-stingy brother went out and buy lots and lots of pizzas whenever i visit their home. yummy!
::. having a first-ever niece who weighs 7kg when she is only 6 months old and refuses to be put down to sleep.
::. running away from kindergarten when i was six and ended up being the stupidest kid in class upon entering Standard One :(
::. being bullied for half a year in Standard One for making all my classmates went late for recess every day for i was the only one who failed to finish the exercises given on time and they had to wait for me to finish them up since the teachers wanted us to go for recess together to promote unity. as if. ToT
::. finding DANI, the smartest kid in class who said "takpe..." when the other bulliers said "mak aku cakap kalau kiter tolong orang bodoh nanti kiter pon jadi bodoh jugak..." that this smartest kid actually become my friend all through primary, secondary, and still going strong. no wonder she's smart aite?
::. staying up late studying in Standard One to unwind the situation above that i ended up being Number One in exams throughout the year. and the years after that. YESSS!
::. skipping Standard Four and entering Standard Five straight away that i got bullied once again from a senior named NIK MUHAMAD HAFIZ BIN NIK ABDUL RAHMAN from the same class whom i secretly called "chickenik" as only chickens bully those who are weaker who claimed that since i am so clever i should be able to do his homework as well. @!##$%&~!
::. given the chance to learn from the best teachers namely Cikgu Azhar, Cikgu Rosdi, Cikgu Norsilawati, Cikgu Rozaidah, Teacher Syafiqah etc. that i got 5As in UPSR.
::. rejecting an offer to study in a boarding school and entering the worst secondary school in the district which happens to be a school where my dad is the principal.
::. bitching about some innocent teachers and still got 8As in PMR. Alhamdulillah~
::. meeting friends like EZY, ELLA, MA and EMAH who taught me to appreciate small and silly things like blaming my physics teacher who sleeps during class and punish us for failing, to cry my eyes out for a guy worth dumping, to skip classes and hang out in the teacher's room and pretending that we were doing chores for some teachers. ish, ish, ish...
::. not scoring straight As in my SPM. serves me right huhu~
::. entering Malacca Matriculation College for a month and making friends with crazy EKIN, KHAIRA, ADD, TEE, KAY and super hot classmates like BEN and BURN.
::. being lied by my sly mom who chose TESL as my first and second choice in IPTA application saying that the sequence doesn't matter because they will look at my main interest which is actually journalism.
::. enrolling in TESL programme which actually is super cool and i get to meet ANO, DIBA, SYA, NADY, TNEE, and SYU who taught me all their dialects.
::. having friends like AIN and WAWA who travel a lot and bought me stuffs and introducing me to RYO-CHAN. lalalalala~
::. taking Mandarin as my third language and to be able to understand every time my dear students bad-mouthed me using their language. muahahaha!
::. getting DL every semester except last semester in which i cried buckets. bwa-ha-ha.
::. having Dr. Izaham as my supervisor for practicum which makes everything A-okay ;)
::. having Mr. Selva as my mentor who constantly protects me from the monsters at school by ensuring that i won't get any relief for 2D class (^_^)//
::. unable to stand spicy food so i am less likely to get stomach ache.
::. being the victim of bad press among my housemates who make me out to be vindictive, spiteful and in extreme cases actually a psycho. which secretly i think is ironically true.
::. being sent to become a trainee teacher in SMK Sri Istana, the worst school in Klang as they say.
::. meeting students like...
++ ACAP who tries to fix me up with his 'silat' teacher
++ KAMARUL who worships every ground i walk by
++ IQMAL who staples every one of his books so i won't have to see all the bad comments from his previous teacher
++ SHEIKH who made me chase him around the class
++ LUTHFI and AFIQ who camwhore themselves using my phone camera when i wasn't looking
++ AKASHAH who teases me for my running misfit at camp
++ HAIRIAN and HALEEM who stop and chat with me every time our paths crossed
++ SYAZA and YA who hang out with me every day during recess in the teacher's room
++ MEARY who first tells me that she loves me
++ MUSA who scolds every student who talk rudely to me and demands their apologies and won't stop until they do
++ CHEE HONG who sleeps in my class
++ CHUN LOONG who carries my books to class when all teachers complaint that he never even bring any of his books to school
::. and many more who constantly test my patience and remind me of my strengths and weaknesses.
::. having a best friend who held my hand while walking to his kindergarten, gave me my first rose when i was six, bought me keropok at the canteen every day using his money for i was such a social misfit as a kid that i can't even buy my own food without making a fool of myself. thanks EPUL for those hard times you stood by ;)
::. bruising easily and recovering almost as easy.
::. being a Malaysian with its multi racial community.
::. being a human being with minds to think and to decide the life i want to live.
::. always being a year younger than my classmates.
::. being alive until this very moment.
when i was five i used to close my eyes tightly to sleep and wish that i would grow older faster so that i won't have to follow what everyone tells me to do.
now when i close my eyes and i open them back again, i wish it was exactly the same time i was 16 years ago when i was just a kid with absolute innocence lying in bed...
Sunday, August 9, 2009
i'll be missing this.
i miss home so much...right now i'm fighting a terrible cough and flu. the thing is before i went to see the doc, i only had cough but now after i've taken the medication i've started to have flu! i'm starting to think that the doc has flu so maybe i got the flu from him. muahahaha...
i only had this cough ever since i got back from the camping site last week at kuala kubu baru. talking about the camping, it was MOVING! surprisingly MOVING! at first i was dreading the camp, thinking how tiring it must be. but guess what? as tiring as it was, i actually really enjoyed myself. especially because of my students from 1C; afiq, acap, iqmal, wan, sheikh (as annoying as he is!) and luthfi. all of us had a BLAST!
the first day all of the students had to go for a nightwalking activity whereby they had to enter the forest and walked in pairs for like 500m in the dark. it was so cool! i've done nightwalking before but that was during high school. this time i got to do nightwalking as a teacher instead. weeee~ and the best part about being a teacher is that you get to break all the rules and no one can really say anything! muahahaha! so that's what i ended up doing...instead of walking in pairs, there were four of us walking together; kak zana, me, kak siti, and niza. the teachers' team! everything was fine at first and we were walking ever so slowly in the dark; me and kak zana at the front (since we were the ones bringing our handphones when really the rule says we should walk in the dark!) and kak siti and niza trailing behind us. then it happened. we heard footsteps. animal footsteps. like a lion's footsteps or something. but because it was dark we cant really see anything. my first instinct was to run but because i've done this before so i remembered that it was the crews doing that to scare us. but before i can say anything, suddenly kak siti and niza were way ahead of us running! both kak zana and i then ran as well while screaming "kenapa?? kenapa??" it was hilarious! then we found out that it really was the crews scaring us and making the sound. told ya! but it was embarrassing since my 1C's students were there laughing at me! i repeatedly told them that it wasnt me who started the run but they wont believe me..huh!
when we've reached the checkpoint, we had to wait for other students to arrive since they were walking in pairs so it took an EXTREMELY long time for all of them to arrive. a lot of the girls were crying though. you can hear their sobs even from afar. one of them was ain from 1D. poor ain! all the boys were laughing at her. it took about 4 hours until all the students arrived. and it was during this time of waiting that i really enjoyed myself. mostly because i was sitting right next to 1C and 2C students. we chatted the whole night. they made a promise not to tell anyone at school about my running misfit. but still they wont leave the subject! phew~ the funniest was when luthfi and hairian started to fall asleep next to me. hairian had his leg on top of my knees and i tried to shift my position but i got stuck between him and the tree. so i just let him sleep and i cant feel my leg afterward for sitting in the same position the whole night. thanks a lot hairian! haissh...we made our way out of the forest at approximately 4.00 am. i went back to the chalet, took a bath, solat and zzzz...
second day of camp. the morning started off with "jejak kelawar". at first, i thought that they were supposed to hunt for bats or something. haha silly me! what they had to do was actually blindfolded themselves and they had to follow the trail by using the rope. all with their eyes closed. it was like i put it; PAYBACK time! as they cant see anything or anyone during this time, i took the chance to get back at them for last night. muahahaha! i gave them the wrong directions and even make them tripped a few time. again being a teacher is a bliss! after that they had jungle trekking but i cant join it because i was preparing for the malam kebudayaan that night. yup like there's no other person to become the MC but ME! i've to write the script and prepare the hall for the big night.
malam kebudayaan. i was the mentor for group 2. my group's name is BOOM BOOM POW! muahahaha! one member in the group that i wont forget for a long long time would be akashah from 1D. he is definitely one LAZY, SHORT, ANNOYING but CUTE boy. he said he cant act, he cant sing, he cant and wont do anything for the night. so i make him play the guitar instead because his friends told me that he had this thing about guitar. sadly, my group didnt win that night. well, they did their best though. even the lazy akashah did well with the group's cheer and all.
last day. i was the photographer for the simulation activity. but being a camwhore that i am, i forgot that the camera was actually nuar's not mine. i ended up taking a lot of my pics instead of the students. yikes! when i realized whose camera it was, i sprinted back to the chalet and transferred all the pics before nuar found out that i misused his camera. heheh! close call. then we visited the animals; mr porcupine and mr tapir. now i knew why the jokes in majalah ujang kept saying "huduh cam tapir!" nevertheless please pity all the mr tapirs. they have pride too you know. if only they can sue, they would i tell you. for degrading their physical appearance or public humiliation or something.
then the closing ceremony. all of us the facis (as we called ourselves since we were treated more like the facis instead of teachers) were given a t-shirt each. yeay! the good part; they were new. the bad part; they were the same as the students'. what i hate about school t-shirts are that it made me look no less different than the students. even during these three days of camping, all teachers kept thinking that i was a student and scolding me for entering the teachers' territory. uwaaaaa~ after the ceremony however i took a lot of pics with my students in BOOM BOOM POW! my group won for best male participant (toon jong), best female participant (fatin), most sporting participant (can you believe akashah won this???) and the best group for ice-breaking session. yeay! good work you guys! my cheeks might as well got cramped for smiling so much. i also camwhoring with my 1C's and 1F's students. i love you guys so much! seriously! but only because it was outside classroom. you guys were A-okay outside classroom do you know that?? if only you were half as excited as this during lesson time. ini tidak asyik nk kne main kejar2 lam kelas suh blaja! sampai ke kelas sebelah lak tu korang lari! ;p
all in all, this would be one moment of my life that i keep close for when the time comes for me to leave them, i would gladly look back and be thankful that i had a few good times with them as well. i cant believe i'm saying this but i'm gonna miss you...
p.s one month to go till post-prac. time sure moves fast.
i only had this cough ever since i got back from the camping site last week at kuala kubu baru. talking about the camping, it was MOVING! surprisingly MOVING! at first i was dreading the camp, thinking how tiring it must be. but guess what? as tiring as it was, i actually really enjoyed myself. especially because of my students from 1C; afiq, acap, iqmal, wan, sheikh (as annoying as he is!) and luthfi. all of us had a BLAST!
the first day all of the students had to go for a nightwalking activity whereby they had to enter the forest and walked in pairs for like 500m in the dark. it was so cool! i've done nightwalking before but that was during high school. this time i got to do nightwalking as a teacher instead. weeee~ and the best part about being a teacher is that you get to break all the rules and no one can really say anything! muahahaha! so that's what i ended up doing...instead of walking in pairs, there were four of us walking together; kak zana, me, kak siti, and niza. the teachers' team! everything was fine at first and we were walking ever so slowly in the dark; me and kak zana at the front (since we were the ones bringing our handphones when really the rule says we should walk in the dark!) and kak siti and niza trailing behind us. then it happened. we heard footsteps. animal footsteps. like a lion's footsteps or something. but because it was dark we cant really see anything. my first instinct was to run but because i've done this before so i remembered that it was the crews doing that to scare us. but before i can say anything, suddenly kak siti and niza were way ahead of us running! both kak zana and i then ran as well while screaming "kenapa?? kenapa??" it was hilarious! then we found out that it really was the crews scaring us and making the sound. told ya! but it was embarrassing since my 1C's students were there laughing at me! i repeatedly told them that it wasnt me who started the run but they wont believe me..huh!
when we've reached the checkpoint, we had to wait for other students to arrive since they were walking in pairs so it took an EXTREMELY long time for all of them to arrive. a lot of the girls were crying though. you can hear their sobs even from afar. one of them was ain from 1D. poor ain! all the boys were laughing at her. it took about 4 hours until all the students arrived. and it was during this time of waiting that i really enjoyed myself. mostly because i was sitting right next to 1C and 2C students. we chatted the whole night. they made a promise not to tell anyone at school about my running misfit. but still they wont leave the subject! phew~ the funniest was when luthfi and hairian started to fall asleep next to me. hairian had his leg on top of my knees and i tried to shift my position but i got stuck between him and the tree. so i just let him sleep and i cant feel my leg afterward for sitting in the same position the whole night. thanks a lot hairian! haissh...we made our way out of the forest at approximately 4.00 am. i went back to the chalet, took a bath, solat and zzzz...
second day of camp. the morning started off with "jejak kelawar". at first, i thought that they were supposed to hunt for bats or something. haha silly me! what they had to do was actually blindfolded themselves and they had to follow the trail by using the rope. all with their eyes closed. it was like i put it; PAYBACK time! as they cant see anything or anyone during this time, i took the chance to get back at them for last night. muahahaha! i gave them the wrong directions and even make them tripped a few time. again being a teacher is a bliss! after that they had jungle trekking but i cant join it because i was preparing for the malam kebudayaan that night. yup like there's no other person to become the MC but ME! i've to write the script and prepare the hall for the big night.
malam kebudayaan. i was the mentor for group 2. my group's name is BOOM BOOM POW! muahahaha! one member in the group that i wont forget for a long long time would be akashah from 1D. he is definitely one LAZY, SHORT, ANNOYING but CUTE boy. he said he cant act, he cant sing, he cant and wont do anything for the night. so i make him play the guitar instead because his friends told me that he had this thing about guitar. sadly, my group didnt win that night. well, they did their best though. even the lazy akashah did well with the group's cheer and all.
last day. i was the photographer for the simulation activity. but being a camwhore that i am, i forgot that the camera was actually nuar's not mine. i ended up taking a lot of my pics instead of the students. yikes! when i realized whose camera it was, i sprinted back to the chalet and transferred all the pics before nuar found out that i misused his camera. heheh! close call. then we visited the animals; mr porcupine and mr tapir. now i knew why the jokes in majalah ujang kept saying "huduh cam tapir!" nevertheless please pity all the mr tapirs. they have pride too you know. if only they can sue, they would i tell you. for degrading their physical appearance or public humiliation or something.
then the closing ceremony. all of us the facis (as we called ourselves since we were treated more like the facis instead of teachers) were given a t-shirt each. yeay! the good part; they were new. the bad part; they were the same as the students'. what i hate about school t-shirts are that it made me look no less different than the students. even during these three days of camping, all teachers kept thinking that i was a student and scolding me for entering the teachers' territory. uwaaaaa~ after the ceremony however i took a lot of pics with my students in BOOM BOOM POW! my group won for best male participant (toon jong), best female participant (fatin), most sporting participant (can you believe akashah won this???) and the best group for ice-breaking session. yeay! good work you guys! my cheeks might as well got cramped for smiling so much. i also camwhoring with my 1C's and 1F's students. i love you guys so much! seriously! but only because it was outside classroom. you guys were A-okay outside classroom do you know that?? if only you were half as excited as this during lesson time. ini tidak asyik nk kne main kejar2 lam kelas suh blaja! sampai ke kelas sebelah lak tu korang lari! ;p
all in all, this would be one moment of my life that i keep close for when the time comes for me to leave them, i would gladly look back and be thankful that i had a few good times with them as well. i cant believe i'm saying this but i'm gonna miss you...
p.s one month to go till post-prac. time sure moves fast.
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