well actually i wouldnt sound as chirpy if you’r reading it that way. i am seriously seriously fatally tired. i have been up since i cant remember when, sitting down for hours and hours with a computer smacked right in front of my face and no amount of stretching will help. my knuckles are giving up and i seriously dont blame them.

better yet, i brought work home -_-

WHYY hudha WHYYYYYY.

it was sort of to make me feel better bout leaving a pile of work behind and have 3 days off from work and go jalan jalan which, i doubt i’d be doing. so you can say i’ll probably end up working in front of my lappie the very next day.

somebody remind me how wonderful it is to be an educator.

the bazaar used to be my sworn enemy since i can remember. every year i’d dread going all the way to the east to get myself and the rest of my siblings clothes. most of the time, mama will hav to nag before we’d finally agree to go and that is on condition that it’d be after we break our fast.

sometimes i wonder what is it really, that i hate bout that place.

the terrible terrible traffic. you’d be lucky if you cuold whizz through the strectch of road in 15mins. well it could be the crowd (99.99% malays from all over spore) squeezing and grinding against your ass, your boobs, your arms. then there’s people accidentally stepping on your foot which during one occasion, i got stepped on 4 times. accidental indeed.

man, woman, makcik, pakcik, minah and mat stall owners screaming and shouting at the top of their lungs ‘marketing’ their products/items/food:

“ahhh kak! mari beli dengdeng kak! dengdeng panas kak dengdeng panas!”

“beli beli beli beli beli! 3 sepuloh 3 sepuloh 3 sepuloh. murah kak murah murah murah!”

dont you think it’s like having a recorder stuck in their heads? they repeat the same words over and over again. and trust me, they will really scream in your ears and face.

this very day, i’m a bus stop away from geylang bazaar. i’ve been here for almost half a year now and i’ve been to and fro the bazaar uncountable times. indeed, nothing has changed.

and i’m beginning to think it should never change cos that’s the only time of the year, the only place in singapore you can get so much food, so many colours and truly feel the warmth of hari raya.

well of course, with so many malays.

anyways there’s pictures to supplement you with what we had that particular night. as usual, with alot and alot of people getting together, there’s bound to be disagreements, where to sit, where to meet, what to eat and most importantly, who’s paying dude?

of course, what was thought to be a farewell ‘celebration’ and supposedly a treat from the lady who’s leaving all of us ended up with everyone going dutch.

food was relatively just okay for me, considering the wow reviews i had from my collegues and how well known that place was when i mentioned to other friends about mak’s place.

we had tom yam soup, baby squid, fried vege, lemon chicken and one of the most anticipated dish – butter squid. in short, it was all good except the butter squid, which azar put it as not shaven. well yea, he tagged along and finally met my collegues who used to be his figment of imagination whenever i talked to him about them.

after mak’s place was amirah’s grill whose owner is one of our student’s parents! and amirah is apparently the name  of the little girl. how sweet. we had the sofa room and watched an indonesian horror/suspense simply titled mirror. i dont even wanna go into detail what the story went like cos we were laughing our way out of the restaurant when it was over (ok me and azar had a few scares in the beginning but so what?)

on another note, everyone got a little something from the company for Hari Raya. and the manager actually sent it to his staff personally. shooo shweet. i love it!

pictures are up for viewing. pardon the low resolution and bad photo resizing skills.

we were here after changing seats 3 times!

that’s tina and her kids. and that’s my drumboy.

what i had. i didnt eat much i swear siyak.

here’s the remains of the butter squid. unshaven.

the surprise from the company

pretty box with 2 tupperwares in it! and in the tupperwares are almond cookies and macadamia choc chip cookies or somewhat along that line. the almond cookies were heaven.

no prizes for guessing the correct answer why.

here’s my reflections, from the development of activities and executing the trail:

. never admit defeat (even though there’s piles and piles and piles of outstanding work waiting for you) keep on going and keep on going. there was never a chance i took a break while developing the activities. i stayed up late after work, was sick for a few days but survived rain and shine in the school for 3 hours and, together with my collegue, battled the minimal things we had around school to present the students the best possible activities we can come up with and prove to the students (and school) that maths is indeed, all around us.

. be open to criticism and always always ask for feedbacks. the thing about criticism is 1) you either swallow it and make everthing else better or 2) you grumble and insist your idea is always the best possible. i started out developing this activity an amateur. all there was to it was counting and counting the things all around the school. but with the feedbacks and again the help of my collegue (who was a born genius. grr.)  things started picking up and became better than it was. i guess i’m still an amateur but this experience was a fruitful one.

. take everything with a pinch of salt and enjoy. executing the trail was a challenge because we were all fasting and for me, i had a training for some of the facilitators in the earlier part of the morning and had the afternoon trail with the kids. so you can imagine all the talking i had to do, especially with 18 kids all ready to squeeze out all the energy you have. their teacher came along too so it was pretty pressurising, knowing they’re watching your every step! but like i said, i enjoyed myself and that’s all that matters.

 on a brighter note, that’s one school already out of my ‘things to do’ list. now back to the waiting pile of work. i need better organisation skills man.

not fair.. i wanna go too :’(

the reason why train rides are never a bore.

 i’ve always been a fan of long john silver’s but in recent years, it seems eating goreng pisang is much much satisfying.

somebody better do something about this.

 fair enough, long john offer a reasonable price for its meals complete with a drink and a side. but gorengpisang-sized chicken? err…

ok fine. since you have hershey’s sundae pie (was it you or burger king?) and skin on potato chips top off with salsa cheese, i forgive you.

makes me damn hungry man.

 i didnt know a dollar for a book can buy you so much happiness.