Mane of Love

I think my digicam is alive.

The battery seemed to go flat at the most significant situations.

For example, yesterday.

Yesterday was the first time in my life I spent so much money (I spent almost 10 times more of my usual hair budget) and time (I was at the salon from 11.30am to 5pm. You do the math) at any hair salon before.

My cute little behind ( I am thinking of getting it insured. What do you guys think?) ached from so much sitting down on that uncomfortable chair.

I was obviously thinking of snapping pictures (To provide as evidence, maybe?) of my extended visit to the hair salon. But of course, my digicam's battery has gone flat without me realising it.

Anyways, the money and time was worth it. I am extremely happy with what I see in the mirror by the end of the hairy affair.

Alhamdullillah.

I have always had such traumatising experiences at hair salons so much so that I developed a phobia for it.

But I am grateful for my tresses now.

It's amazing how much affect hair has on one's confidence. I feel fabulous, confident, elated and so much more. (Maybe even...sexy? Hehehehe...)

Thank ALLAH s.w.t for the wonderful outcome. Amin.

Poo-go

I am fasting.

I am sick.

I have flu.

I am tired.

I hate how the children are running about after eating their lunch.

I have to clean up poo because one of my Starfish decided to poo-poo on the blue mat and smear the shit (literally) on some of the Legos.

Bismillah. Ya ALLAH, kuatkanlah semangat hambaMu ini. Tinggikanlah tahap kesabaranku. Amin.

Bite Me

Okay, so I have a blog.

Okay, so I post (almost) all of my thoughts and feelings in this blog.

But what you read may not be who I really am.

See that's what bothers me. No, I actually don't bother about them. I am actually pissed.

See that is what pisses me off.

People surf and land on my blog and read my posts and think they know a heck of a lot about yours truly.

One person in particular has come to a conclusion that supposedly (Note the sarcasm) I am choosy about who I date.

Where he got the idea from, I have no blardy idea.

Definitely not from my blog.

I mean, that's annoying.

Yes, I am choosy about who I date. So what. But at least, I am realistic about my preferences.

Is it a crime to be with someone who will love me as much as I love him or even more?

Is it a crime to want to be with someone wwho makes me feel secure? I do not need to be a tai-tai to feel safe.

Is it wrong to be with someone I feel comfortable with? As outspoken as a person can be, he/she cannot just connect with any Tom, Dick or Harry.

Is it wrong to be with someonee who can makee me laugh and whom I can turn to when life goes haywire?
is that a crime?

Shesh!

Give me break already.

Stop judging me for goodness sake.

Anak Melayu Seni Budaya

I am disappointed and proud at the same time.

Disappointed that there is no image of our new Singapore Idol.

Proud because HADY MIRZA is now the new Singapore Idol. How fabulous is that! Okay, I do not admit to be a teeny-booper (anymore) but I was definitely rooting for Hady. I think that he deserves to win. But it's sad and rather immature of Ken Lim to assure Jon that he can be a regional artiste and instead warned Hady that he needs to be inspiring. He definitely made it obvious that he did not fancy the idea of Hady being the new Singapore Idol but that's how the competition ends so just deal with it. And frankly, Hady is quite a performer as well. He is charismatic and he can sing. I will not be bothered by Ken's negative comments if Hady sounds and look like the 1st runner-up for Singapore Idol last year (WHO? You guys should know.)

Anyways, congratulations to Hady Mirza for winning the title. That's showbiz, isn't it? You just have to deal with rubbish like that ten times more than a non-celeb. But I am sure you will be inspiring, Hady. Good luck and enjoy yourself!

Scary Shit

I have a 2-second memory.

I am not kidding.

Just a minute ago, I had this really interesting topic to blog about.

But now, I have absolutely NO idea what it was.

That is really scary, you know.

Very scary.

Post-Birthday Week Post

My first post after my birthday week.

If you can log into my blog account (which you will never be able to. Ha!), you will see a gaziilion (okay, I exaggerate) drafts. That's because I simply do not have the time to post the pictures and create the posts as freely as I could.

Work is taking up like ALL of my time and I just came back from 2 days of MC.

So there.

Gosh, I wish there was 50 hours in a day.

My drafts will be published at the exact date that it happened. So they will be below this entry. Not that anybody cares but whatever!

Putting the Pieces Together

All I needed was : Fairness and honesty.

Fair that YOU know the limits of a platonic friendship, since that was all that YOU wanted in the first place. That includes understanding that doing the things YOU did was not being fair because they led me on and saying what YOU said was simply the number one mistake to bring a platonic friendship. to the next level when that was not what YOU wanted.

Honest that you have someone in mind. If YOUR good friend decides to introduce his cousin to YOU, just tell it as it is. Be honest. That was all I asked for. Nothing much. Just as how YOU wanted YOUR ex-girlfriend to be honest with YOU, do the same to me. Be honest.

I now see the bigger picture.

You got YOUR heart broken, I came to the rescue then along came YOUR good friend's cousin.

Aaaaaahhhhhhh.......So that was what happened. Correct me if I am wrong (but I do not think I am).

Nope, I am not checking up on YOU. The news just fell on me. Honest.

Birthday Indulgence

This is my birthday week.

I have been celebrating with the variety of delicious goodies prepared for yours truly. I am not complaining. I am loving the attention, actually.

But I know for certain that I cannot keep with this habit. I need to keep off the weight I have lost.

I cannot let all that effort go to waste - especially my childhood dream. I am not forgetting it. I think about it every single day.

Partner In School

I grew up being mostly around Asians.

I have very little experience communicating with Caucasians.

To some people, it may not be a big deal. Well, I am some people.

It is no big deal but because I have very little exposure to foreign accents, I tend to misunderstand what my partner (who is Australian) say most of the time.

I predict that this is going to be the norm but I will get through this. I bet she is having the same problem with me. I do try to speak good English as much as I can, of course.

Anyways, Kerry was very sweet and understanding today. I am glad I am working with her. I know it is a learning lesson for both of us, especially me.

Screw Up!

A miscommunication gone really bad.

All I had to do was photocopy the letters and place them into the yellow folders for the parents to see.

I had to screw that up.

I seriously thought the letter was a class copy and all I had to do was keep it (Not photocopy it).

Argh!

Oh gosh!

I hate it when I screw things up like this.

Sometimes, things get worse when you try very hard.

I am trying to hard.

Just chill, Liz.

Angry Beast

I know the true meaning of being lonely.

It's an experience one would try very hard to avoid.

That is why I vowed never, ever to let anyone go through that experience. But of course, I am human. Eventhough there are times I wished I could cut myself into a thousand pieces when a good friend asks me out and simultaneously, I have to attend a family dinner, I can't. But try as I might, I will always accept an invitation.

But then again, maybe I cared too much. I cared too much about others that when it comes to me, I find out that people really don't give a shit.

Maybe some of them does. I know some of my friends really wanted to take up my offer for the free ticket to the Storytellers Showcase but they just cannot.

I was mad. Farking mad at first. I was mad because I felt like I was always there when someone needed me but when I'm down, no one really cares. I was angry because of that. Bloody angry. I promised to be ruthless and self-centered the next time round.

But that was then. Actually, that was just a few moments ago. Breathing in and thinking of ALLAH s.w.t really helps when you're angry. So does crying.

I was angry just a while ago. But I just feel blessed now. Blessed that I will get to enjoy an exciting showcase that will help me as a teacher. I am feeling satisfied as well because I have enabled a small girl to enjoy a little bit of storytelling entertainment on a fine Sunday evening.

I am not filled with hatred anymore. I do not want to tire myself.

My friends, I am sorry for cursing and being angry. I understand your predicament. I am sure you tried your best. Maybe some other time.

Non TV-Material

Another failed audition.

My sister saw the article from a certain production conducting an audition today.

So I went for it - straight after work.

I waited for 3 whole hours (I think it's more than that) before I finally got the chance to audition.

They paired me with a 15-year old boy and expect us to do a love scene! Oh God! But I went through it still.

Conclusion: I am not TV-material. I am just to blah-looking for TV, I guess. Oh well, no one's perfect.

Happy Teacher's Day!

A very happy teacher's day to all my fellow educators!

My school held a very teeny weeny special ssomething for the kindergarten teachers today.

My principal shared with us a saying that a former excellent educator once said,

" This (ie: the school I am currently working in) school is the way it is because of the teachers. It is not due to advertising or the admin staff but because of the teachers."

So there you have.

My dream of moulding young minds have finally come true. I am living a dream. How blessed is that. Alhamdullillah.

For all those who have wished me on this very special day, thanks so much!