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Met rahrah for a supposed lunch yesterday, ended up with her eating more than me. She can get full from a McDonald Happy Meal.
Me, on the other hand, was disappointed at my inability to finish my duck noodles from Khatib central - the one which I've patronized through thick and thin - when they've started selling it at $3, then at $3.50, then up to $4, and back down to $3.50, it cost only $3 yesterday. The aunty still recognizes me.
But I've managed to drink 2 cups of ILT - 1 large + 1 medium in addition to a packet of medium fries.
Most importantly. The highlight of the day was the 6 hours of talking done on my part.
Yep, you've heard that right. 6 hours. Of talking.
I've used up my speech quota for next 2-3 weeks already.
Can't really believe that it's the final semester. Of my entire poly life. This is the semester you'll either strive, or die trying.
I don't really want to think too far down the road, what I wanna do, where will I go, what will I become, what should I do. Yet, this is, again, I emphasize, the LAST semester.
"Don't think too far, but this is the last semester whatcha gonna do?" - Kind of oxymoronic, don't you think?
What next? What are we gonna do after graduating?
After those questions, the very common response is - SHIT. We're graduating? Seems like we've just entered poly not long ago.
Which will then be followed by the panicky "How arh? What to do! Last sem already!"
It kind of goes round and round, but the question still remains. What next?
All I know is, this is the last lap. The final lap. It's kind of cliched, but this is the final semester to make a difference to your future, your career path, and where you'll ultimately end up as.
Conclusion? Crap shit. I'm already dreading school.
F1!
Is really awesome. Seriously. I enjoyed myself!
Even though I had to stand there for 10 hours, wear that waist high pants (cuz if I take 1 size bigger I'll be able to fit chickens inside), black shoes that I have to borrow, and that brown shirt with that HUGE word security at the back, it was fun.
I mean, who wouldn't like it if they're working at the grandstands? Zooming cars, loud engines and interesting people, I really did enjoy my 3 days there. Oh and did you know? The cars are shinier when seen on tracks, TV doesn't show them to be as shiny.
Though the food is barely barable, but hey. What can you expect, right. At least they give us free flow of water.
Didn't regret working there for 3 days, but if you were to ask me if I'll continue working this kind of assignments, well. You'll just have to ask me again when the time comes.
Interestingly, I've found out that Singapore is a small small world afterall. HAHAHA.
Here's one picture of the f1 race - taken by a friend who was at the sky suites. (I was rooting for Nico Rosberg)
MOST importantly, Mark Webber's crash occured between Turn 1 and Turn 2. Everyone whipped out their cameras to take a shot. HAHAHA. Sadly, I can't since I'm working. With the no camera rule and all that.
School's starting in a few weeks. Timetable's already out, though not the most ideal, it's the last semester after all, so I ain't gonna complain about it.
Though I feel like at least going once to canteen 3 and canteen 4 to just try out the food there, since I've been in school for what? 2.5 years and I've still not visited every canteen in the school yet.
Then again, I might just want to stick to my Makan place for claypot tofu, western food and ban mian, and canteen 2 for my 'zha yu pian mifen' and the soupy fish thing that I eat when I'm sick in Alumni.
HAHAHA.
Surprised that I've went to watch this movie?
Well. You shouldn't be, since it's Rachel McAdams (The notebook, mean girls) and Eric Bana (Troy!) - also known as the guy who was defeated by Brad Pitt's character Archilles.
Surprisingly I pretty much enjoyed this movie, not too draggy, pretty awesome plot, fantastic cast, and best of all - not very cliched. For those people who hasn't caught it yet, go watch it!
Story's about this guy called Henry, who has this genetic disorder that causes him to time travel randomly at no moment's notice, about how he has to trust his instincts during his time travels, as well as how his poor wife has to cope with him disappearing all the time.
Pretty awesome plot actually, but I'm just not too sure if I'm game enough to pick up the book to read it.
Next movie on the list is Coco before Chanel, with Audrey Tatou.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Introducing the new wallet bought from The Wallet Shop:
Yes. It's red. Shocking red. Chilli red. LOL. I've realized I've got so many empty compartments now. Don't have enough cards. HAHAHA.
I'll miss my old wallet. Farewell my friend, for you no longer possess the sufficient amount of card compartments (only 2 left).
Maroon Billabong wallet,
2004 - 2009.
You're deeply appreciated and greatly cherished.
Don't worry, I'll give you a wash and keep you as an extra wallet.
You're not going to be dumped in the bin. Yet.
After all, you've been a constant part in my life for the past 5 years.
HAHA. Isn't that such a touching eulogy.
245 hours finally cleared!
Gone are the long hours of lesson planning, subject web, curriculum goals, making of materials for both lessons and learning corners.
This also marks the end of my garang guni life. For future aspiring early educators, here's a tip:
My best friends during attachments -
1. Cardboards in all sizes (you might think you'll never need it in a particular size, but when you do need it, you can flip the whole house upside down and regret the fact that you've thrown it away)
2. Masking tape (the transparent, fat kind that kind of stinks). I think I've used up 2-3 rolls of it. It's essential. Especially if you want to stick it up the wall or use it as a form of double sided tape that doesn't leave a mark. And it can work as a laminate together with a piece of cardboard as a backing.
3. Double sided tape.
4. Scotch tape.
5. Printer. (I'll be in deep trouble if I hadn't bought any extra ink cartridges during the I.T fair)
6. Camera. (Phototaking. You don't want your efforts to go down the drain by not taking photos as evidences of lessons conducted)
7. Mahjong Paper. (You can't survive without it. Especially if you have a small classroom)
Went back to sign the timesheet on Friday - where they're celebrating National Day and this is one present that I've received which will amused and in a way, left me with a fuzzy feeling.
It's a parting gift from one of the kids in class. "Teacher Julie, this one is for you. It's an apple. Mummy says it's healthy eating".
I'm glad that after around 7 weeks of attachment, they've at least learnt something about healthy eating from all the lessons that I've conducted.
Sick.
Usually people are elated to get an MC, but for me, myself and my course, there's no difference other than the fact that it's more troublesome since someone will have to cover my shift and I'll have to make up on another day.
This is the 2nd time I'm falling sick. What's wrong with me? I've never been so consistently sick when I needed to head to school,but when it comes to attachment, it seems like all the germs, bacteria and viruses are targetting me.
Had fever for the past 2 days - temperature going up and down, doctor put me in home quarantine cuz my immune system ain't the best at the moment and he didn't want to risk me getting even more sick.
Doesn't that sound pathetic and sad?
Add on to that, it'll be my 3rd week of missing aikido. I've paid, yet I can't go.
I hate feeling fragile. Cuz I'm not. But for the moment I am. Talk about being oxymorinic.
1. Je ne peux plus parler en français. Rafizah! Sauve moi! Aide moi! Réponde moi!
Nothing serves as a better reality check than an old friend suddenly talking to you on Facebook. In said language.
I get the fact that I've been back for eons. In fact I very seldom flaunt the fact that I've been there for long. But still. A part of me hoped that I'll stay fluent - if not as fluent, as back then.
Even though the last time I've spoken fluently is during O level Oral with the invigilator whose French sounded funny. Dear ol' steph and me had a good laugh over it after that. Though we made sure not to laugh in their faces, since they were, after all, the ones who can decide to fail us.
Scratch that. The last time I've spoken French is when Rafizah came back. At least she helps me with my comprehension skills. She parler français, I parler franglais - mix of français and anglais. HAHA. But still.
So when an old friend who cannot speak English asks "How are you" in said language and you start panicking cuz you don't get the lingo and had to offline message someone in order to figure it out, you'll realize that. Merde. You're slipping.
Though, to my defense, I didn't pick up any lingo since I was more focused on getting the pronounciations and written skills right, so that the teachers can stop marking me "N.N" or known as non-note - which is just a nicer way of saying that they're not going to give you marks for the test because you've done so badly that even a Fail is above the standard that you're producing now.
Then as your fellow friends grow, and you didn't really make too much of a huge effort to keep in contact, they start using lingo as you try to decipher what they're saying/asking. They probably are unaware of the effort it takes for you to even type in proper French.
I still remember this conversation with Rafizah before she went back.
Me: I'm not really fluent in lingo, but I finally realized that "mdr" means merde.
R: Eh no! mdr means morde de rire! - which is the french version of our 'LOL'
Me: =.=
2. You'll realize that you really are boring and mundane when you're stumped over a simple question from an old friend, asking you "so what's interesting is going on in your life after you left?"
Being unwilling to admit to how loser-ish it'll be if I explain that I'm studying. Chiong-ing for assigments. Lack of sleep. And can't wait to graduate. I'm still trying to think of a reply that doesn't make me feel like such a loser.
But then again. No matter how I try to think of a suitable reply, that really IS my life. Boring. Mundane.
Kinda sad actually.
The sadder fact is this: After I've typed this entry and click on the 'save' button, it'll be back to assignments for me.
Owell. At least I can look forward to opening "Monster House" in 10 years time, if by then, my career still hasn't kicked off.
Tagline will be "Where your little monsters come alive"
Awesome isn't it? In case you're wondering what it is, Monster House will be a childcare.
Now that I'm here, Happy Belated Birthday to all born on the 27 April!
I'm usually not someone who expects to receive presents - since the soft toys and other presents are already cluttered on the top rack of my bookshelf.
And nope. My birthday is not in April. Nor is it on the 27.
So imagine my surprise when NICE NICE JESSICA LEE gave all 5 of us a belated birthday present. HAHA. Quite belated arh. Since my birthday was a few months back. LOL.
But but but!
The fact is.
I got a present. That. I really. really. liked. How rare is that?
JESSICA LEE GOT ME A SCHEDULER.
Many of you think it's ridiculous. But seriously. This is like. EXACTLY what I was looking for.
Call me nerdy. Call me bookish.
But I was friggin happy to receive a scheduler with enough space to write daily stuff. AND it comes with the box box monthly view to plot in whatever I need to plot in before I forget. AND AND it's not limited to this year!!!
I have to write in the dates myself - meaning I can use this 10 years down the road!!!!!
AWESOME seriously.
Thanks JESSICA!!! =D
Week 1, IMO, has always been the hardest. Once the week has passed, things should get easier.
The week has been, somewhat, slow-moving?
But yet, it's just a matter of time before the race against time starts.
Funny isn't it? How time feels like it's moving at snail's pace but yet there's the urgency somewhere, deep inside you, that is prompting you to start....right... now.
6 weeks of lessons.
Time to scratch off another day from the calendar.
Week 2 starts tomorrow.
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