week 7- monster kids deserve more

Yes the teaching profession will either MAKE u or BREAK u. nothing much inbetween.

there is so much to it. there is so much pain , tears, sickness, stress and sadness. but there is also hope, laughter, touching moments and gratitude.
i have cried, sighed, fallen ill and laughed and cried all over again. nobody can really understand what teachers go thru unless u have taught a bunch of monsters urself.

let me share an except from my fb lament yesterday & today morning:

YESTERDAY: 

My bloodpressure shot right thru the roof! 

While teaching my monsters were group fighting with next class, 1kid rocked fell down n broke a chair, the malay dude spit all over the indian girl's table n face, another boy was crying cause his fren poked him with a jangka lukis, another kid kept going out to look at chickens and another one singing karaoke n pulling the girl's tudung another fella stealing frens stationary n shouting. Rest of them either destroying furniture, sleeping or fighting. 

ArgHH!!!!!#@*%%+**

TODAY:

Hebat news of the day : masuk puasatime monsters become worst
1. Form4 girl hits n rips off form2 girl tudung throw into drain n pulls her ear.
2. Form 2 girl runs away from house cause parents lock her in for sleeping around.
3. Form 5boys like grand thef auto operation steal people's car tyres at night n sells em. All 4 of them.
4. Bunch of boys follow hated teacher home n destroys gate.
5. Go around stealing ppl cows n goats middle of the night to sell during raya time.
It's amazing how teachers here r still alive.

this does not include the many times they tried to steal stuff like stationary from my bag while i turned away or rudely call me as Sandra eh sandra amoi mari sini! nor does it erase of all the horror stories i've heard from senior teachers about the crime rate, violence level and disappointment mostly.

But as i was talking to abel i realised something. i couldnt stand n run now. i've given them a spark of hope. everyone has been disappointing them so all in return they only know how to return disappointment. In teaching i have been thinking more like an adult, making wiser decisions, being more serious in conversation and thought. it has sparked my intellectual part of myself i never knew i once had. i like the feeling of being in control of my mind n thoughts for the first time in my life not everything is a mush or a blur.

I HAVE NEVER WORKED SO HARD in my 25 YEARS OF LIVING.
i sometimes think whether i'm enjoying it or going plain mad due to abnormal stress.

UNENDING paperwork that i hate to do in sch

paperwork has to be brought home on weekends to continue due to sloppy previous teacher's work i redo everything!

precious sight i will treasure most. Grandma helped me cut out worksheets for pbs. very touched. i love u!

Today i saw a senior teacher with 20 years under her belt CRY in the toilet cause of too much work pressure n rudeness of students. i'm looking into the toilet mirror n asking myself what if 20 years down the line i crack n break under pressure??

A little voice inside me said : i may be weak but in my weakness my God is strong. hence i will BE strong. i will fight all this. all the emo and physical pain n heartache. i go to sch so early and leave LAST in the staff room. i labour on eventho feeling v hungry n tired because i cannot see sloppy work or be unprepared for lessons or leave paperwork to the last minute.

i created this to remind myself WHY i fight so hard its because once upon a time somebody gave me a second chance in my life.

 i will fight for what i think is right at the moment. body mind n soul i will push.

 please dont let me regret...

Teaching update week 5: Gooooodmoooorninggg Teacherrr

ALOHA DEAR READERS!!

Oh school.

i hated it in teenage high school

i hate it right now

its not so much the teaching

its more of the extra paperwork n responsiblities they force down ur throat like being teacher of Kelab pencegah jenayah,conducting meetings, taking them out for camps n ceramahs, being ajk kelab staff guru which runs the sch n all programs, being in Pengakap which i have no idea what it does, kelab english and going for endless meetings endless paperwork to sign n fill

oh did i mention?

form 1 kids now no more exams no more PMR or SPM.

they are assessment based like the ones u see in American schs.

they got show and tell, teacher evaluate them thru behaviour, overall speaking n cooperation and exercises throughout the year.

PLEASE LAH NO EXAM U THINK U WOULD HAVE STUDIED?!

this system is FLAWED and it will create MORE IDIOTS in the country (not like there isnt abundant supply of them already)

So it comes back to the question:

THEM OR ME?

deep down in my heart i do love my kids. its SOOO hard to love the little monsters but they are sooooooo lacking, so lost and no normal teacher seems to care to improve the level of english in this paddy field sch. I feel obligated to help them, to just make a wee bit difference!

who cares u cant score in exam test or public examinations. i want them to be able to grow up n speak BASIC conversational english that could be useful in life. To be able to say in times of asking for help " excuse me, can i......and followed by a thank u" or being smart enough to order food at a restaurant like McD or shopping malls or giving basic instructions like "turn left and walk straight" or go to the bank and say "i would like to open an account under my father's name and here is the money" or to be able to count and understand maths in english so that one day no conman will come n steal all their money away.

 ENGLISH IS IMPORTANT and ENGLISH WILL BRING U SOMEPLACE SOMEDAY. 

that is the msg i want to get across. since they are still young there is hope. but am i the person to give them such hope?

in my naive-ness i said these words in my 1st class " Jangan risau english itu susah, teacher janji by the end of the year u all will be able to speak English sikit sikit". They nodded their heads in unison and i woke up n asked myself wth did i just say and what if i couldnt keep to my promise? oh god..why do i allow them to creep into my soul n find a soft spot?

On the other hand i've been having ulcers n fever continuously for 3 weeks n seen multiple doctors eaten multiple antibiotics. i 'm insomiac and panicky all the time. i've lost my appetite, my passion to live and i want to die all the time. this morning my nose bleed the moment i woke up. terkejut die me. So negative point would be the stress is eating me up n my health is failing fast :(

Astro Xiao tai yang show - strawberry jie jie and watermelon gege

my fav stall in gurney drive ! the fried chicken skin is DA BOMB!

abel with his nonsensical facial expression !

on the other hand i think about my own wonderful life in penang..

there is my awesome job, there is HIM and there is so much freedom so much happiness just waiting for me.

the job i'm so passionate about. the guy i love and all the wonderful food i can eat and all the exciting events i wanna be in!

all i need to do is to give up one and return to the island.

but that soft spot in my soul cannot release the guilt.

my oh my..i've been praying for the wisest decision but why cant i get an answer?

Maybe dear reader u could help me pray along?

my mind thinks about choice A or choice B all the time..to stay is to kill myself for the sake of others and to leave is to save myself n kill my students future.

decisions decisons..oh bother!

a missing puzzle

Hi dear readers.

clown creampuff with her super cute jap kids in penang

there is not one day that passes that i dont think about my carefree penang life, frens, food and clowning job. i swear i mean this with all my heart.

There are times i sit n stare into space thinking when will i ever get to relive the passion. it hurts so much sometimes my heart literally aches and i blink away tears to not look weak.

the kids in sch and teaching are not the main problem its the distance with the things i love up north.

i miss this monkey alot n ldr can take its toll on us :(

to stay for them students or just run after my own happiness?

then i ask myself, when the time comes to choose. 

What will make it be worth it? 

Am i mad to give up on opportunities and youth for these kids?

will my life make a  difference in their lives?

what about the people who need me in penang?

 will it be worth to sacrifice my happiness to enrich the lives of others? 

what would make me a better person? 

so many questions. so little sleep. hence i'm soo sick these days with headaches, fever, ulcers, gastric and etc. i dare not complain too much as not to worry my dear aunty n family. they have been too nice to me. feeding n housing me n paying for so many things. feeling indebted is also 1 reason i feel like going back pg n not trouble anybody in life...all i want is to fall into deep sleep n have visions of a clear answer in this dilemma...

why am i even in sch?

Hi dear readers :)

this is my 3rd week as a teacher and today i survived monday blues!

cant believe i'm still hanging on. i mean look at me! i havent quit! omg saying this at this point makes me feel like superwoman wei ! means i'm stronger than i tot i was..thank u for all ur support that has directly and  indirectly helped me thru and thru. Sometimes when i'm alone in sch i think back of all the words ppl have told me verbally n written and it lifts my spirits to know that i'm not alone, that i'm doing something right and to never stop fighting.

view from my sch window..hecters n hecters of oil palm n plantations...

current plan is to hold on for another 3 months cause bad news- $alary only comes in after 3 months of paperwork n registration thingy..owhh shitty rite? they expect us to eat air, photosynthesize like plants for food n walk to sch cause all that no need money wan. genius of a boss up there. all teachers my batch are suffering the same fate as well.

So many ppl asking..so wats ur future plan ah?

simple answer i'm going to struggle thru these 3 months n decide whether i wanna continue long term or just quit n go back penang.

Sometimes i get so fed up of answering i just say yaya..i'm good. teaching so good why dont like..bla bla all is good and those nosy uncle n aunties stop bugging my life.

my workdesk where i sit alone.

But deep down i still feel very miserable indeed. my life in my cousin's house is more than good but the life during worktime..haih.. i promised to never speak evil of my sch n teaching so i wont. I still dont have timetable yet u know. means i go to sch do nothing but relief classes n sit in my corner by myself counting down hours to go home..what a wasteful existence n waste of youth n talent.

I dare say the only good thing is i get my weekends off, i get to go church n for once live a normal life with my family n loved ones all over again..i only LOVE WEEKENDS!! jalan jalan, see him, eat alot, sleep alot, got mom homecook food n do free laundry n just feeling cared for. (so directly after 12noon bell on friday i shoot on highway tekan minyak terus go home- shows how desperate i am to run from sch and all its biro admin crap)

breakfast made with love :)

We saw a clown (his name is Lolypop) in jusco on saturday. i was so excited i tell u. just watching the clown made my heart skip a million beats! we lined up n waited quite long n i made my own balloon sculpture. touching the balloon, hearing the familiar squashing noises of twisting it n watching the kids around the clown made me SOOOOOOOO nostalgic. i wanted to be Creampuff the clown again. i wanted to just fly back to penang asap!

 it made my heart tore once again between family and teaching and home VS love and penang freedom and events job. i hate to be stuck in these situations. to be selfish or just be filial? to be safe or be constantly worrying abt cash? to be confined with rules or to live life independently free? 

i just wish i had more wisdom and insight to choose the better of these choices cause when the time comes i will certainly have to sacrifice one and pay for the consequences :(

Pledge to be an organ donor today!

hi dear readers.

the other day i went for medical checkup i stumbled upon the organ donation form and it has ALWAYS been my dream to give away my organs one day when i'm gone to those who need it. Oh i was sooo happy to fill in details n finally become an official ORGAN DONOR!!

YAHOO!!!

its really simple all u need to do is to fill in ur details n hand it over to the department in charge n they will put ur name into the system. free and easy and to think about all the goodness and help u could bring into the lives of those who REALLY need it! :))

the list of hospitals with organ donation departments in malaysia

keychain for signing up as organ donor!

organ donor card from Seremban Hospital.
see u can choose which organs u wanna donate specifically 

Sandra proudly holding her organ donation card!

the x ray room where i did my x ray for my wrist

wearing this funny kimono robe to do x ray!

ehheehe...sampat taking photos before x ray!

p/s- it wont hurt one bit cause they will only harvest (this word makes me think of farmville) ur organs when ur certified braindead/dying/dead. with this green card ur family has no way to object to ur wishes because u signed it n gave consent as a full grown adult.

So go on, march to ur nearest hospital,  fill in the green form, pelge to be an organ donor and make a difference in the lives of others, give a part of you and present them with the gift of a  2nd chance in life :)

break the wings of the butterfly

I miss the days when i use to be so carefree happy. when my eyes sparkled with life n i woke up so positive  and ready to conquer the world!

I have to say, after yesterday's blogpost about my rants at the paddy field i never expected such overwhelming response n replies from people all over. thank u! :) Most of them were encouraging n supportive but u know lah, got good also got bad wan. 

I even received hate mail from a bunch of people (no need to mention who) saying that my previous blogpost was uncalled for. that i was a moron for shaming my parents in public n making myself look so pathetic. that i was not worth respecting and that i'm an ass and i'm not grateful to anything my family has ever given me. it also mentioned that i had lousy character n temperamental blah blah *pause n reread hate mail* 

In my defense i'm here to address all people who feel the same way (that i'm an ass useless daughter who blogs too much personal stuff online n risk getting mocked by readers).

1. This is MY BLOG. i will freaking write, complain, rejoice, post photos and videos of whatever and whoever i please as long as its the truth! If u dislike reading what i have to write then just dont click into my website so simple nia. If u hate eating vegetables will u walk into a vegetarian shop and order?! no rite? so please do the same n save urself from reading my blog if ur on the anti-sandra team. 

2. Secondly, after much thought i am very sorry to my parents for saying hurtful things n using bad words (which is frowned upon in the house). I'm sorry for making mom cry n dad flying furious with my unaccepted behaviour. I am sorry for not being the perfectionist daughter and living up to standarts but I WILL NOT be sorry for what i feel before i came here and the current situation. all that sadness, frustration and anger is REAL! 100% real n hurtful.

3. I realised how ironic it is. When i received the posting and rejected teruk teruk to NOT GO i had a hard time cause they said i was silly to reject the golden bowl and alot of objections kept pouring in until i drowned in guilt n tot of giving it a try. When i'm ALREADY here i still get objections teruk teruk. so what difference does it make whether i rejected or took up the posting?! both ways also i'm the bad guy. its like walking left to be eaten by a tiger and walking right to be eaten by a crocodile. BOTH WAYS ALSO its a dead end of death.

4. If u dont already know, i'm an english major. and to think that i have lashed out ALL profanities and crudeness in my previous hate blogpost u are soooooooo wrong!!!

 i have enough arsenal of vocab to curse n contaminate the entire pacific ocean to DIE, revive the Kraken n swallow all of u whole and i only used the mildest words to describe the horrible torture i have to endure. U think i'm inconsiderate? ur lucky i have not open 1 post just to blast u back for making me so angry this morning. oh boy i have sugarcoated everything soo much because i dont want to hurt the people around me.

5. I freaking broke down and cried in class today (right in front of the kids) after reading the hate msg n rethinking about my stupid stupid decisions in life. I wanted to jump off the 4th floor this morning. u think i'm joking but i'm not. The funniest thing is NONE of my 40 students saw me cry or blow my nose for 30 minutes as they were busy talking, fighting with each other ignoring the weird Chinese teacher in front. i'm so lucky i got away from explaining cause they couldn't be bothered.

6. I feel like a chunck of me is left in penang, i feel empty inside. i go to work looking at my watch counting down the hours to go home nia.

i hate being judged, i hate being locked up in a place where none of my opinions or ideas will ever take action. Its like capturing a butterfly n breaking off its wings n putting it in a jar to suffocate n die. That is how i feel right now. but do u care? no...do u understand ? no... all u know is that i'm a pampered selfish bitch who wants the comfortable life n doing things my way.

If i wanted the good life i would have taken it a long time ago. which blimmering idiot girl rejects a proposal and instead stubbornly works her ass of renting a small room in a place far from her comfortable house, falling sick regularly, taking care of everything big n small alone, worrying about insufficient money everymonth and worrying about pleasing my parents in everyway. Which idiot would do that for passion?! *raise hand* ME!! i'm that idiot. and u have no right to call me pampered or selfish because my decision to leave my passion, my love n my life in penang is the greatest sacrifice i can ever give anybody. and i chose to give it to my parents. not my boyfren or not to chase a high paying carrier. I am grateful to every cent mom n dad paid thru my studying years and all the moral support they rendered in my rock bottom times. I AM grateful thats why i went againts all odds n ppl advicing me to be selfish n ignore my parents- i said no i will try to make them happy. REMEMBER that fact the next time u want to point fingers at me moron.

I used to be so fun. I use to sparkle and get amazed at small things. i would laugh like a girl n loved people wholeheartedly without biasness. now i cant see light in my eyes. i see hollowness n emptiness resounding in the place where my soul used to be on fire.

After today's fiasco of crying in class i kicked myself n i'm not gonna complain no more. i'm just gonna swallow my pride n soilder on . Mom advice "if u have nothing good to say dont say it at all". Okay, i try to apply this line into my life. I WILL NOT speak evil of my short pathetic teaching life no more for all it brings is conflict n hate n negative feelings. no more!! eww.. begone!! i will survive this shit and pull myself together.

The last thread of happiness i have is my blog. and to stop asking me to blog about my feelings is robbing me of the last thing that keeps me sane.

the road less taken

seremban i'm coming home.

I have given it much thought, sleepless nights n endless mourning.

to put to rest the turbulence in my heart and soul i must go back

i must set things right.

i must try n try i will even though its against my own will.

no matter how much i fight it in the end, i still love my family first n foremost n i will do everything i can to honour my parents. even at the cost of sacrificing my time n money. hopefully one day they can through my eyes.

wish me luck n pray for me. when the time comes u will know what has happened.

in the road less taken i hope the path i tread is the right one.

goodbye penang . imagine i'm going for a holiday. a holiday with a mission.

 to fufill their wishes n to have peace in my mind. 

I have my sanity because i have u.

 wait for my return dear loved one :)

I have a dream..

Hi dear readers.

remember the song we use to sing when we were little?

I have a dream..a song to sing..to help me cope with anything..and my destination makes it all worthwhile..

Once upon a time there was a girl. she wasn't so smart and often very forgetful.
she grew up in a small place and moved to a big city to study.
There was a huge culture shock in the beginning but she adapted well

she loved people with all her heart and everything in life.
She loved and lost, got hurt n betrayed. cried and laughed and eventually grew up.

then she graduated. she hesitated and stood at crossroads. 

there were 2 choices ahead. 

she considered happiness and money and chose the first one. 

there were many supportive people who called her brave to not conform to society's rat race 

but there was also alot of objection, crying, alot of harsh words and alot of pain during the initial decision making.

but she knew it was all going to be worthwhile.

many claimed that doing clowning (events) n insurance was only temporarily and not long term plan.

but nobody ASKED what the long term plan was..

she has a dream. a great dream buried inside her heart never revealed to many except closed ones for fear of negativism from them.

that dream is to save enough from the current jobs to eventually own her own place called "Super-Smiles Cafe".

 the concept is simple. heritage backdrop with good healthy baked food n most most importantly lovely to die for  desserts like cakes, cookies and especially HOMEMADE ICE CREAM!! a nice place to chill with friends and family at affordable prices.

 ice cream brings soooooooooo much joy into the lives of people! to me its my happy drug.
 Adults get to reminisce of their childhood days and savour that childhood faith once lost in the sea of materialism while children get to build wonderful childhood memories that they deserve to have.

To some, opening such a shop/business is a silly idea because the risks involved, no experience before hand and red tape and etc..but WHY DOES EVERYBODY only give negative feedback. if opening a business was ALL BAD how come we have success stories like Jusco, Tesco, Walmart, Parkson, Amyway, Apple and etc..nothing starts outta no where and rakes in millions all of a sudden. they all started somewhere. they started from zero. 

She is positive. she has faith in God and in people.

in life nothing is impossible if u put ur mind to it. 

she also understands nothing comes easy but there is assurance for God is on her side.

All great things start with a dream. and this is her dream.

She shuts the ugly past behind n is determined to start anew because in life there are always 2nd chances.

please support morally and through prayer that the dream comes alive in the following 5 years time ;)

Plucking courage from him.

Recently i have made a decision

a decision that will change my life and affect the future.

i cannot disclose what it is yet but when the time comes i hope there will be acceptance n not curses.

my parents were not so happy about it but they kinda accepted it i guessed.

Many travel the road that is wide n safe and yet i have chosen the smaller path which few think its foolish to even venture.

time will tell oh yes time will tell

and my strength my joy my future all comes from HIM the big guy upstairs.

i need not worry. 

i trust in whatever i do it is to bring God glory first then to bless the people around me.

yes i am afraid of what might happen, that i might regret but how long can one stay in her shell n comfort zone?

DECISION HAS BEEN MADE N I WILL STICK TO IT like a man  woman!!

if you too are at crossroads of your life do try to talk to seniors, close friends, family and God.

 trust me, they know u better to give better guidance in life choices.

Negativism be gone from my life! (yours too!)

one little yellow banana

Hi dear readers!

I have given it much thought.

I am SICK to the core of people telling me "sandra do this, sandra do that, sandra why u so no brain wan"

I say screw it.

Before i lost Mun hork 4 years back, i was the bitchiest bitch with a super sharp tongue with no concerns of who loved or hated me. after the breakup it affected me greatly as it was my pride n bitchiness that stood in the way of me communicating with people (including my father) so i forced myself to swallow a great slice of humbleness and became more tolerant, more forgiving, more generous n nicer to EVERYBODY that came in my life.

Look at what kindness has brought me to?

a point where I've lost my independent tots, being easily bullied n totally having no clue how to respond to difficult situations. if its hard i cry. like an idiot. i complain like an idiot. nothing is done all just wailing n sighing.

I used to be so naive to think money could buy me happiness, security. that being in a relationship with the right guy would make my life complete. getting away from my family would mean freedom for me. but i was wrong. 

now i realise all i want to have when i grow up is H-a-p-p-y. TO BE FREE FROM REGRETS n live a fufilling life. it not need be rich, it need not be with prince perfect charming n it need not mean disconnecting myself from my problems n family.

As of today, TALK LAH all u want to talk. i'm tired of taking care of other ppl's feelings ALL THE TIME n forgetting myself. talk until the cows come home.I will free myself from all u negative people n negative tots. 

i will do what i want n for now i'm so damn sure i want to live in Penang, i want to continue clowning cause it makes my life fulfilling, I want to just be in control of my feelings thus the obsession n depreesion over Mr.X will fade away, i want to spend quality time with my family n frens n forget about BGR. i dont want to depend on anybody anymore for financial support, i want to quickly get a posting be a damn good teacher n i want to go back to church n reconnect with God once again.

It u think pretty girls are all just face and empty inside?

 we will show u we have intelligence with grounded common sense, confidence, poise n character to go along with it. 

Watch me rise over this shitty hole of depression madness.

Hairdryer sockets.

Hi dear readers.

1. I spoke to him yesterday (miracle he had time to listen to me) and he said something that made me think the entire night through. 

Is this clowning thing what i want in life? Why not try another job with better prospects? why waste my life drifting like this being unhappy ?Why not give my ex bf a second chance, ask myself how much i still love him to be tolerant..Why be so kind to other people? (he meant it in a nice way for my good) he shared many other life experience of his own that triggered my head to keep on thinking of the future. to not be sitting in my comfort bubble n rot there.

2. I spoke to Mom this morning n she said "if everything in penang is making u unhappy. pack ur bags n come home. leave the past there n start new life in Sban". Clowning n shopping n eating is temporary happiness thats why u go back into depression at night cause these are worldly things. think about eternal life n Godly things that last thru moth n stand the trials of time. after her sharing so many other things on life partner choices n the stupid choices i'm taking now (the fun life) in the end the only person i hurt is myself. and i almost cried on the phone being torn between staying n leaving.

3. I spoke to myself n God on what exactly i want in my life. i don't have an answer. all the years of education, work n thinking i know it all i actually know nothing. and it made me feel so small n stupid. The only reason i have not left penang is because of the lure of the city life (entertainment, convenience, food) and Mr.X. Friends have told me that only i would stop being so obsessed over him my life would be happier.

 but this obsession has made me grow up, learn to manage my emotions better so much in such a short time. a blessing in disguise i guess. a painful lesson.

His words ring in my head-"all my life i've been striving to make others happy. what about my own happiness?"

So time will tell what will happen next...I'm wishing for a Cmas miracle. but if i leave penang abruptly u guys would know the reason why...

Interview horror

Hi Dear READERS!!!

elo ppl..i'm so so happy to be alive typing this. nobody has any idea how tired i was after my horrendous weekend! if humans could puke green pigs i think i would be the first!

anyways, let me narrate in short how the interview went.

Friday- took a ktm from sban to kl. a short trip that suppose to be 1 hour turned into a 2.5 hour nightmare due to cabel failure..the train for the first time moved BACKWARDS to seremban after halfway thru..i was like shit..and the train was surrounded by tons of hostel malay students n foreigners! i'm not racist but try sitting sandwitched between  a group of bangala workers who keep looking at u as if they wanna steal ur luggage or rape u! my gosh so unnerving! bla bla..after reaching sentral i took a LRT dragging my super big bag with me n met up with my cousin Ai Wei where i will stay for the night. so damn tired but didnt get to sleep the whole night ! aircon + stress for the interview kut..

my heroic cousin woke us up at 6 am!! slept around 3am i think...make up and breakfast n reached Park Royal KL @9am..it supposed to start 9am-2pm but by the time we went there i was number 335!! there was so many FREAGGIN ppl lining up already! so scary to see so many pretty girls n handsome boys congregated in 1 small place. i felt so inferior like a tiny ant lost in a mighty zoo! 

after waiting for 3 hours plus to hand in my form n interview was a mere 1 minute thing done in groups of 10- QUESTION: TELL US UR NAME N FAV MOVIE... (i was like- wth?!)

thats all..and they kicked 8 ppl out of the 10 and elimination process goes on for 6 stages..obviously i dint giggle like a bimbo who got in so i was out!

wanna share with u the nonsensical dressing of candidates that day.

some lost their brains in the toilet as they came in sleazy cocktail dresses, make up put opera singers to shame, slippers, ultra tight clothing not their size, plunging necklines, big bling bling from LMFAO, sleeveless tops n high stiletoes that could poke cheese holes in ur face.

 i was like wth...helo its a formal event why r u guys doing this?! collage n sch didnt teach u kah? (couldn't take many photos as my pink camera was v obvious)

* i even sat next to a girl in a tight red kebaya with bloody red nail polish on her fingers n toes, wedges and 5 piercings on each ear!! looked like devil prada book thingy..

* best award goes to this malay girl who came in sweater n LEOPARD TIGHTS n slippers..flip flopping around like lost from zoo.. (she got thru stage 2!)

girl no.2 came in JEANS n TANK TOP

girl behind green plant was wearing fluffy Marilyn monroe dress

this girl behind the guy came in 3 1/2 pants n  didnt comb her hair!

After the interview i was tired like shit but still had to go do some retail therapy so we crossed over to sg wang n spent 6 hours inside eating n shopping!!

this is my cousin whom i'm so indebted to!

BAD luck ensued after the shopping as i was slapped with a rm27 parking fee (omigod!) 

1 hour= rm3!

after that we missed a turn to go back to her house n ended up LOST in kl roads 30 minutes (they r so confusing n roadsigns r useless)

Lost n wasting petrol turning round n round our car plunged into a SUPER crater hole on the hole- BAM! tyre punched n sport rim bengkok d! i was like why.....and we were lucky there was 2 malay guys from the mechanic shop who were nearby n helped us change tyres! paid them Rm20 and managed to go home..we were also lucky the car didnt stop right in the middle of highway where we could have been ram over by a truck!

After dinner i took lrt from kelana jaya to sentral only to find that the TRAINS were OUT OF ORDER!! . omg how to go home..i was with big luggage, a headache n in a foul mood..

i walked all the way to monorail in the dark (ppl were missing i dunno why) and hailed a cab who told me  lied that bus to Seremban home was in Tasik Selatan!! rm35 charge!! if all the way home it would be rm120!! cut throat leeches!

on the taxi i felt uneasy so after many tries of calling my useless bro he picked up n told me it was actually in Pasar Seni only..took a detour back and paid additional rm5 for nothing!

At the Pasar Seni station there was NOBODY except more foreign workers..i ran to the 1st malay trader selling fruits n asked whether there was a bus. he said last bus 10pm! and my watch was 9.55pm..after waiting alone like a mad woman the bus came. 6 ppl got on board n that was the ONLY bus left. the other guy in bus told me he came out of KTM train cause cables broke due to overload n ppl have been stranded for HOURS!! omigod i'm so lucky to be able to go home on the LAST BUS!! (pity the ppl who have to go home after 10pm work)

when i reached home i didnt have the strength to bathe or reflect what happened in 24 hours. i just collapsed n slept..thank God i'm alive !

the end of my horrible weekend. guess its back to clowning now n waiting for boring old teaching post!