hey nur, sec one camp was a blast. the camp site was the old pasir panjang secondary. the classrooms were converted into dormitories and they erected a huge and tall rope course (obs) in the field. we had wall climbing, flying foxing and whatnots.

while the kids were busy with their activites (we teachers didnt do anything cuz the instructors were handling everything), we painted the school mascot (lighthouse, complete with a tsunami-esque wave) onto one of the walls as a mural.

the kids definitely enjoyed themselves but at night i find it so hilarious when they started sobbing and crying out "i miss my mummy!". of course i didnt laugh out loud. HAD to comfort them. worse thing was half of the crybabies were BOYS.

u all will cry till blood comes out of your eyes when it is your turn for N.S.

and of course, we took pictures of the crybabies (some squatted on the floor and bawled. refused to stand up or sit down. some sobbed and shivered uncontrollably on their beds. some called their parents and tears simply streamed from their eyes like 'cry me a freaking river!')the teachers decided to keep all the photos of them crying and later include it into their graduation show in 4 years to come.

evil huh?

but by then, everyone will have a good laugh abt it.

i know i will be rolling down the aisle (wherever the graduation ceremony will be held) laughing.

and if i had already left the school for kl, i will personally come back for the ceremony.

talk abt being such a meanie.

ah well. perks of teaching.

anyhow, i had fun la. so thats the story.

anyhow, its the season for going prilgrimage. two of my dearest aunts will be answering the call of God and leave for Mecca on wed. so on last saturday, we had a mini doa selamat with tonnes of food.

i am still stuffed from saturday.

the husband came in the wee hours of sunday morning. we had made plans to go jalan sembah-sembah to all the houses of my granmothers and grandaunts (5 of them).

found out halfway thru the outing (my parents tagged long. i feel so awkward while holding hands with the husband. like its so wrong!!) there was a maulid going on at jidda's mon's house for cali.

i was torn between going for the maulid and continue with the sembah-sembah. but in the end, i had to go sembah-sembah cuz the grandmas were notified the previous night and ALL of them had cooked something or another for us.

and speaking of cooking something for us, we had 4 different kinds of beehoon. red fried beehoon, brown fried beehoon, white fried beehoon AND red fried beehoon with red gravy (mee siam la!)

i cannot eat another beehoon in my life. even a strand will kill me. death by beehoon. thats something new.

after the visiting (we were done at 8.30pm), sent the husband to dawg's house cuz he will be taking a lift with dawg who will be driving back to kl that very night.

but, will get to see the husband this coming friday! so yeay!!

havent got an outfit for huzi's dinner. was thinking of recycling the black skirt/top/shawl ensemble i wore for abg sani's wedding. only need to get new black shoes. beaded heels preferably.

speaking of abg sani, met up with him and marliah for abit after sending the husband off. the last time i saw the couple was on the reception day of my wedding in sg! i miss them so much! we talked, drank sugar cane, ate some satay and bbq sting ray amidst the chit-chatter, mindless banter and sharing of stories.

we even swop stories on contraceptions. haha.

anyhoooow, have to get back to class now.

*ps:
what u thought was meant to be private is out in the open now. shame-shame. u should have known better.