Sunday, July 09, 2006

Okie Dokie

Assalamualaikum…

Yesterday was a hilarious day. Start off with tutoring. Most of my students came and I had to take over the “clever” boy from express on that day too. I gave them time to do their assignments and comprehension passage. I read the text with them and explain one by one what the paragraph means. Whenever I asked them question, the “clever” boy, Zahid will always answered while the rest just kept quiet. It’s like I’m teaching only one student. I tried my best to make the lesson interesting but none of them bothered at all. Still, I continued.

We went through the comprehension questions together. I’ve made errors along the way and Zahid will always point out my errors. He asked me, “Why do you always laughed?”
“Haha.. Why you asked me that question?” He answered, “Because you always laughed at your mistakes…”

Haha..yeah, I tried to cover up my embarrassment by laughing over it, taking it as a joke. There’s one point, aku tersasur. I wanted to tell Faiz to read the passage but I end up telling him, “Please read your eyes.” Haha. Sometimes I tried to be serious with them but lesson seems boring not only to them, but to me too. And I just can’t help it but to crack jokes once in a while. Sometimes, even other tutors and their students will get distracted by my jokes.

After tutoring, I went to Aljunied library as usual. I don’t know why I prefer that library. Maybe because that’s the last time I saw him. And I sat exactly at that same spot everytime. Did my religious homework and dozed off eventually. Woke up just in time for the 2nd lesson at the mosque.

My sister and I bought peanuts at the vending machine but the packet just stuck halfway. So, we bought another one hoping both of the peanut will drop off from the machine. But it didn’t’. So we asked Cik Din (the class joker) to help us shake the machine so that the peanut packet akan terjatuh. He tried different position to make the packet drop. Instead of he shaking the machine, he was shaking himself. Haha, tak kuat lah dia. Dulu Cik Zul, yang berbadan besar shake the machine with one hand dah boleh. Ape da. Kite da ketawa terkekek-kekek.
He gave up and bought another packer for us. Hehehe..

Lesson pretty great but it’s kinda of revision. First time saw Ustadz wear juba. He bought new files for the students. My sis and I cerewet about the colour of the file. Ishk, tak bersyukur nyer kite nih…

Today, I got lost at the Douby Ghaut MRT. I can’t find Denise because I had no idea where am I and which entrance to meet her. I end up in PS, searching for public telephone coz my prepaid is low. However, the public telephone cheated me, it ate my money instead!! Argh..

I walked in back into the MRT. Finally, I found the public phone and called Denise. Surprisingly, she was at the same place as me. Hehe.. Met her two of her friends and we walked off to the National Museum to see Chris and Amir play. Amir acting was hilarious. Besides that, there were Kebayarobic, Banglarobics, another drama, percussion and etc. I really enjoyed the show and I felt like signing up for Kebayarobics at CC…huhu.

After the show ended, we ate and went home afterwards. So tired now but still, I forced myself to stay awake to watch the World Cup. Who will win? Hmm..

3 days ago, my sis said a guy called me when I was at school. That guy pesan my sis selamat hari jadi kat aku. I laughed hard, thinking that it was a joke. But she was dead serious and she felt that, from the voice, it was probably my previous relationship guy. Argh, him again. I just feel that he’s not a part of my life. I mean I don’t want anything to do with him anymore. Nothing okay..nothing.

Anyway, without saying sorry, Helmi and I are back to normal, as if nothing had happened. Muahaha…No matter how pissed off I am with him, eventually we tend to forgive and forget. When I think about it, I know no mattter what I don’t want a lose any of my friends, especially him, my childhood friend. And I hope it’s an everlasting friendship.

Okie dokie
Outz!
Wassalam,
Rohani

No comments:

Post a Comment