missed my briefing yesterday.. dunno what’s going on and what’s happening.. no one’s picking up the phones.. should i still go?

HAIYAH SO LECEH.

and  i check my blog more than i check the FASS website, so here goes with the reminding:

Pass at least of 88 MCs of HY or HY-recognised modules, which include the following:
(1) HY1101E
(2) HY4101
(3) a minimum of 48MC at level-3000 or higher, with
(i) a minimum of 28MC at level-4000 (in addition to HY4101)
(4) a maximum of 2 level-5000 HY modules (subject to department’s approval).

translated in English =

“Some day, we’re gonna drop that little boat of yours in the water and disappear forever. I promise.”

.. right now, is defined as sitting in your room on a chilly windy rainy afternoon eating soft Prima Deli buns drinking chocolate milk bubble tea and watching Prison Break/movies online.. that’s what i call bliss..

other people might call it “bumming”, but hey, you say to-mae-to i say to-mah-to..

i’m feeling really really bloated and overfed.. here’s why:

i’m tired of going to lengths for people who don’t appreciate it.. i’m tired of being the one who has to liaise when other people are making it so difficult for it to be fun.. i’m tired of trying to keep in touch when its obvious the person i’m keeping in touch with doesn’t deserve it and doesn’t seem to make equal efforts.. and i’m tired of mediating..  i’m tired.. i’ve stopped caring a long time ago, but just for old times’ sake i tried.. it didn’t work, and so i’m being reminded again that i need not have bothered.. you wanna talk about making sacrifices, I’M the one who’s making sacrifices here.. i should not have bothered..

today has been a challenging day to fast on..

..is where halimah will be going for the next two plus weeks.. so until the four of us re-unite in KL 17 days later, a short Ben and Jerry’s outing and accompanying Arisya at work was all the time we had until we start missing her.. ok i know, its not like she’s going away for a few years and its just Southeast Asia.. we’ll still be doing a bit of missing, most of all Arisya i bet..

i’m so bored of Singapore right now.. wish i have the moolahs to go somewhere far, somewhere cold, somewhere with mountains.. New Zealand sounds good right about now..

now i’m having a stomachache..

and i’m listening to Where The Streets Have No Name..

i wish i can say something deeper other than “I hate my hair”..

and i wish i can say something more brilliant than “Not that anyone can see my hair”..

Halimah’s running away tomorrow, at least she’s going somewhere for the next three weeks..

“If you want anything, just whistle”

- Lauren Bacall in To Have and Have Not

so today was my last day at the madrasah with the kids.. me and my sis will not be teaching there anymore because we will be continuing our religious studies at Andalus, and the course timing clashes with my time at Masjid Jamek.. there was no farewells whatsoever, because we are intending to come back, and my ustaz knows that.. so classes for them, goes on as usual, with maybe a little change in class groupings, but nothing else changes.. that institution will go on for many more years as it had done many years before.. my ustaz was there to witness all the developments and changes in his time of 30 plus years there.. i wonder how he does it, being able to commit for so long.. he must really love what he does there..