People kept asking,
"Kau masih keje tadika tu lagi?"
"Bila kau nak tukar keje weh?"
"Kau tak boring ke hari hari mengadap budak?"
"So hari hari la kena cebuk budak ek?"
"Banyak ke gaji diorang bayar?"
"Cukup ke gaji kau dengan cost of living here?"
"Tak rasa rugi ke belajar tinggi tinggi, keje tadika je?"
Aren't you sick of those questions?
You don't? But I am.
I am freaking sick of those questions.
I've been working with kids since 2012.
Still. I still get the same questions from people around me.
Cikgu tadika. Haram ke kerja tu?
Is it even illegal?
No. Definitely no.
Don't you know when you're so stress, you can always hug the kids, and talk to them.
They will give you unexpected answers.
And somehow will make you smile and laugh.
Been there. Done that.
Stress relieved.
Don't you know when you ask for the kids' help, they will straight away help you out.
Try ask them to help you cleaning up things.
They'd be happy to help. Unlike adults.
Adults berkira.
But don't forget to praise them and thank them. They'd be very very happy and proud of it.
Been there. Done that.
Our little helpers :')
What I've been saying for the past few days.
Whenever people apologize, I'd go like "sorry no cure la!"
Hmm.
I've been thinking.
For things I've done.
2008. The best year of my life.
Tahun tahun lain pun best.
Jangan salah faham.
Tapi yang ni.
Haihhhh. Mix feelings.
2008.
We laughed.
We shared.
We blushed.
We cared.
We talked.
We discussed.
We never fight.
I can't believe we never fight!
I guess that makes me still keep thinking of that year.
2008. Still.
Unfortunately.
We faught.
For the first time in forever!
I can't believe we bertekak!
I made you cry.
It was me.
But I stayed strong and macho.
I didn't cry.
Now that you're happy.
I'm happy.
I'm happy to see you're happy.
Jinx.
I've been jinxed.
I made you cry once.
Now it's my turn to cry.
More than once.
Guess that's the balasan from Allah.
I'm so sorry.
But please.
Stop seeing me in my dreams.
I need to move on.
Just like you.
It's just so...
Hmm..
It's so frustrating.
To get to see you in mimpi.
Not in real life.
That hurts.
It really hurts.
I believe that's how you feel.
When I made you cry.
When I hurt you.
When you never wanted to listen to my explanation.
When you never want to see me again.
I stalked you once.
Then I feel like a loser.
Till you private your page.
But..
I just hope,
You will never ever ever ever ever appear in my dream anymore.
Please.
Pretty please.
Cause I feel you now.
I'm just...
I'm sorry.
3 tahun dah dengan BB.
There were lots lots lotsssssss of good memories and bad experiences as well.
I don't mind. I learnt thousands of lesson.
Naik pangkat, turun pangkat, semua dirasai.
Menyesal? Dulu, pernah.
Sekarang tidak lagi. InsyaAllah.
Experiences taught me to be tough!
No cengeng cengeng like I used to.
Ala, asam garam hidup.
Takda nangis ketawa, tak jadi la nasi goreng ikan masin tu.
Raya. 3 bloody years raya bersama.
People. They come and go.
Students? They stay. For at least a year or two.
Colleagues? They usually go. The longest they could stay, a year or less.
So who's staying?
ME. Your bloody loyal old staff, my dear BB.
Appreciate me. Appreciate me not. Up to you.
You decide.
Pre Raya again.
I really really really love it.
What I quite ughh about it, it's during ramadhan!
Imagine that we have to handle 100plus students for a perfect photo!
Impossible ey.
But we can do it!
I know we can do it!
Cause I can!
My kids are the best! (YOU BETTER BEHAVE HA KIDS! )
I'll post the photos once we've captured the precious moments.
Till then...
Started baking again huh?
When did you ever bake?
You don't even know what spatula is.
You can't even differentiate between tepung jagung and tepung gandum.
You don't even know the function of baking soda.
Oh well,
At least I tried :D
Sempena raya, semprit takda.
Chocolate chip cookies ada.
Boring. Chocolate chip cookies lagi.
Tu je mampu bagi.
Hmmm.. walapun hangus! Hehsss
