Bowling...seems to be the heart of the family
It started as maymay's social game, then, I feel the urge of joining, repolishing the skills that I once had with atoy, mint and other gang at ppp/uitm. The actal reason was that,I hate looking at HUSM staff playing the game, mixing ladies and men, just imagine. I made the move, grab a brand new ball and shoes and started the game....until my beloved 3 Iman joining me now...in fac Angah is playing better than maymay. Being at thebowling lane teaches me many things, some of which, cannot be rationalised with logical thinking. An old lay with a young man...they dont just bowl, they have thsspecial physical contact...need not to explain though...someone's wife is having affair with soeone's hubby...the world must come to the end...a groupof HUSM medic students get confused with their identity, whether to be Ali or Aliyah, to be Azri or Azrina. 3 Iman seem to be very omfortable with the game, maymay also enjoy the game and i...i just grabbed another ball 13 ibs, maymay gave it a a present and this also becomes part of me now.
I managed to get through PKPSM and MAKSAK selectin....ha...ha...ha...the hero is me

my students my small world

It is a challenging responsibility, yet, sometimes it can be very fun and make my life really hilarious. It's not my first choice of career but after years of dealing with this career, i fall in luv with this job. My students seem to dominate my life now...just imagine, I start my morning at 700 looking at the blue and white uniforms...and now i have the black and white uniform students(my form six). I realize that i'm not only the input provider for my ss but i also become the soul moulder, sometimes i realize the way they talk mirror me and the way they act also mirror me. Gosh...these students, they are imitating what i do, sometimes my spontaneous act becomes their jokes...my anger does not make them afraid at all...aduussshhh...that's why at times,i feel that im in a wrong boat. I took a two-day leave once...i tried to enjoy myself doing the house chores, read my favourite novels, attend to my kids' needs but at the end of the day...i miss something, something is just not right...i miss my small worls, i miss my students...then i realised that, yessss, i was born to be a teacher.