The Last Day Of School . Pure Bliss Of Heaven !

Assalamualaikum . Forgive my long disappearance . Well , I don't know if my blog has any reader except for myself . So , I guess an occasional disappearance would be forgiven then . Never mind . Ah yesterday was my last day of school . I am totally hysteric . This means , endless hour of sleeping , online , Facebook-ing , Twitter-ing , SMS -ing with loved ones , gossiping with old school mates , loitering and basically doing nothing without having to fear of wasting time and such .

Oh and I have a mission to be accomplished though . A mission of what heard to be impossible . Loosing weight . Well , we will see . I am craving for chocolate these days . And sweets . And crackers . And oh so many things to mention and yeah , too lazy to get off my ass from bed to shake off some fat . I love them as mush as they do love me . We are hard to separate . Bahaha !

Works are all done . Tremendously finished I must say . Phew . And 2012 school session ends with quite a show , though . A happy one . I spill out some , later .

This is my outfit for the last day of school .

I will update more later . Till then , bubye !

Idiotic

I have a very intense repugnance when someone we don't know being ultimately judgmental towards us. Be it she / he trying to be like she / he care a lot or actually she / he are just being absolute pain in the arse. It's purely unacceptable in my life. I despise that.

Second. I does not adore surprises as much as anybody else does. Okay scratch that. Have this one : I does not adore bollocks surprises as much as any other stupid people does. I can be mean sometimes. Or should I say, I can be mean all the time. Particularly, towards you. 

People want us to react on certain things according to their wish. And if we don't, then they will start to accuse us with ridiculous names and again, being super judgmental.

I have my own super cool life. Alhamdulillah. A cool - handsome caring husband, a super adorable son. What can I ask for more? And you, as I said, were just a leftover on my plate.

The Fact

As much as the fact that I really super hate number 85 / 58 (Vice versa) but I find that the statement written is pretty awesome.

p/s : Yes. It's hard for me to get over things, but that's just because I'm living a normal people life.

When Our World Collide

The result could be fatal.

Things will turn ugly.

I just don't wanna see you anymore. Don't you get it?

I had Enough

When someone is trying to be you direct opposition, somehow you will feel threatened. Not only because he / she is now becoming the major attention of your stress, but she / he will slowly make your self – esteem receding. So you have to be extra cautious. Never let someone like this brings you down. You are your own strength.

I faced this kind of situation quite so many times in my life. When peoples are trying to be your only obstacle. The fact that they can’t handle the overwhelming aura you bring will only make them hurt you even more. They will try to slow you down, they will make thing hard on you, they will demolishing your effort, and they will do anything. Just to make sure, you are vulnerable enough to their emotional tortures that in the end will make you go nuts.

There’s nothing you can do but to fight back. Not with physical strength but you can always win by outsmarting them. Do not give them any single loop that can be their weapon to crush you. What I did was, I never give them a chance to finger – point at me. I did my work excellently, on time and efficiently. I always one step ahead of everyone. And it did work.

You should try this once in a while. Enough of being shut off.

Cold Hearted. But You Are Not Edward Cullen. NO!

I wish I have super power to stop you from being mean to everyone. Seriously I don't know what's wrong with you. Maybe you hit your head too hard on something and it's caused you a mental damage.

Sometimes, I pity on you. I know you have a hard life. I know you are lonely and that's why you want everybody to feel your loneliness and emptiness deep down inside your soul. I know you are suffering inside. But that doesn't mean you have to be hard on people around you. That will only makes thing harder.

I never thought, people like you could have done something despicable like that.

But I'm totally wrong.

I think, you have an issue with yourself. Or maybe, you have an unhappy life during your childhood.

That's why you turned out like this.

Like a total wrecked-soul.

A monster.

Why Do I Have To Be So Mean?

Forgetting is one big issue. Believe it or not, whether you like it or not, human can't forget. I mean you can't easily forget things except you are suffering from senile symptoms. That one you can't help it - lah. You will definitely forget everything. But, purposely forgetting everything is a  big NO.

Past is a major distraction in moving on in your life. ALWAYS. Like a pain in the ass. It will not go forever and it will stay just the same. Dealing with your past times can somehow release you from your suffering.

How am I dealing with my past?

I get mean!

Perhaps I get even.

Leftovers

I didn't know that playing with an old toy of mine could have bring you so much pleasure. I wouldn't definitely dumped it if I know you would treasure it so much.

I can't forget you but that doesn't mean you could do whatever you want with the fact that you were part of my life, before. Before.

You are only the leftovers on my plate.

October.

Yes. I have grown up. Or at least that is what I think I am. No? I have been a teacher for almost four years now. It's more like a 'four - torturing' year. Teaching is not easy. To deal with peoples in the teaching profession is not easy either. It's the survival of the fittest. Jungle rules. Tribes. Oh you have to choose your tribe properly. You can't be alone. Yo can't stand of being ALONE. You must have someone. Or at least someone that you can share your dirty plan with. Someone to be  your black sheep? No?

Darling husband has been kind enough for me all this while. He was listening wholeheartedly to my every ramblings and cursing and yelling and oh almost everything. And I know he will always do. He has fought for me too. He was the one who personally fight for me when I was abused a year ago. No, not physically abused. But more to emotionally abused. My rights has been denied. Oh I don't want to think about it anymore. It hurts. To this very day. It wasn't easy when someone you trust wrecked you like that. And you have to spare your every single day looking at her / his face remembering every single thing she / he had done to you. And you smile to him / her like nothing happen. It feels like shit.

It happened on October last year.

I can still remember the very first time I was left alone with no one with me. With nothing to do. I have no class to teach. No student to tend to. I have nothing. I was nothing. You think it was easy for me?I cried my heart out.

Luckily I have friends to make my day. And thanks to them. Now I can stand back on my feet. But to forget? It's a big NO.

Please bear with that sir / ma'am.

Firman Allah SWT maksudnya:

"Dan orang-orang yang menyakiti orang-orang mukmin dan mukminah tanpa kesalahan yang mereka perbuat, maka sesungguhnya mereka telah memikul kebohongan dan dosa yang nyata". (al Ahzab 58)

Dari Abu Hurairah ra, Nabi saw bersabda:

"Siapa yang merasa pernah berbuat aniaya kepada saudaranya, sama ada berupa kehormatan badan atau harta atau lain-lainnya, hendaknya segera meminta halal (maaf) dari orang itu, sebelum datang suatu hari yang tiada harta dan dinar atau dirham, jika dia punya amal saleh, maka akan diambil menurut penganiayaannya, dan jika tidak mempunyai hasanah (kebaikan), maka diambilkan dari kejahatan orang yang dianiaya itu untuk ditanggungkan kepadanya." (H.R. Bukhari-Muslim)

Chill.

Old Wives Tales

There is one that has never been told to anyone. It may come in various versions. But I like this one best.

The tale of a wife, being foretold of her scandalous husband because she flaunted her marriage.

True indeed.

Her husband has another woman.

An untold old wives tales.

So babes,

Don't you ever dare to flaunt your marriage, like it would last.

Great Teachers

They say, we are not a good teacher. We are not able to teach. We can’t make student becomes clever.

So,

Please tell me, or better show me HOW TO BECOME A GOOD TEACHER.

I want YOU to show me.

SHOW me what you’ve got. Bring it on!.

I Am Pretty, Aite?

Fat.

Yeah. There are so many places that need something to be done with. I can no longer tame my appetite. It’s gone wild and it scares me too. My clock is ticking by stuffing my mouth full. Picture this; as soon as my eyes are open then there goes the eating regime. Unhealthy food I must say. A late night McD chicken set is something unbearable. Worst, if you icing it with strawberry sundae + oreo Mcflurry almost every night.

My husband is very cool on this. He said I’m at my best looking like this. Excuse me, a pregnant lady who isn’t pregnant at all? And you call this pretty? God, men are weird. Most of them are flaunting themselves to death if they have skinny girlfriend and super-skinny-wife-who-have-just-gave-birth without extra fats clinging on their muscles but my husband. Because his wife is ain’t like that.

I pity my husband. I know he just don’t wanna make me feel hurt. But it hurts, when deep down inside, you know that somehow, he wants to see you like before. Slim and slender. Pretty and drop dead gorgeous.

But after all, I'm thankful.


Really God, I promise!

How Will I Survive

This question keeps on popping in my head for quite sometimes which to be frank, I don't know the answer. I would probably say that I'm not going to make it. It sounds lame, but I think that's the truth so far. I can't even stand the madness overwhelming this noble profession nowadays. Noble profession, aey?

It WAS a noble profession. And it's not anymore.

Bitch

Some bitches they just dont know where to stop. Some, need to be stopped. Either way, they are still bitches. They feel good bitching on others. One good thing about being a bitch, they don't care if they get bitched by others.

Like I said, either way they are still bitches.