hope...fully

Salam.

from google image

p/s: i hope that ............. *too many things to list*

screw

Salam.

IT WAS THIS ONE FINE DAY..

i was teaching my form 1 class..
and after i finished, a student came to me, asking....

"teacher, what's the meaning of 'lap'?"

I said,  "pusingan"

and then she looked confused.

I asked her again, "what's the whole sentence?"

she said, " I lap you"

upon hearing that,  I was laughing like a witch princess and said,

"a boy wrote that to you right?"

yeah, she was blushing..LoL

p/s: hopefully tomorrow and next few days and many more days to come are awesome! :)

crush.. gedegang!

Salam.

CRUSH is like fancying a flower coz of  its sweet smell. 

and next few days, you could have been forgetting bout the flower coz you have found a perfect perfume! 

p/s: yeah girls.. you know how i could come out with this, right!? lol..

yeah, call it a game

Salam.

 *grab it from a friend of mine* :)

p/s: MUET (speaking) tomorrow! all the best guys! :)

funnisteresting physio

Salam.

Last monday, I went to see a doctor
and I also told him about my thumb.
yeah, ..he referred me to a physiotherapist.
I was like... err... B O R I N G *yawning*...

but,...
of course I went to the appointment..
I sayang my thumb okayyy...

so, how's the appointment??
how does a physio session look like?

It was like going to a gym..

but people just wear jeans or even kurung...

It was funny okay...
from the question and answer session,
till the exercise parts.
and not to forget, its wax therapy...
awww..waxxx okayy..haha :p

but before that,
confession: how I kinda injured my thumb?
not coz I picked my nose nor playing "one little two little three sunflowers, ...."
it was as silly as clicking my fingers to hear the wicked "ketak" sound...
but it was "oucchhh" that i heard! huhu

and I was 'lucky' that the physio also had 6 new female practical students whom constantly looked at me, trying to approach me to ask me bout the thumb and everything..
I slightly felt like an artist... and I almost replied "no comment" to their questions..*vain mode*

yeah, back to the session.
basically, one appointment consists of 4 sessions..


1) Examining the thumb.


ladida..ladida..
*skip* haha


2) ultrasound


i thought my first ultrasound would be after marriage... -u know when doc scan ur tummy for baby- (eh? eh? haha)
but this is a different one. It is a therapeutic ultrasound, with the frequency range of 3MHz
gel, probe, machine and of course my thumb..for around 10 minutes..
ala-ala massage giteww ..:p


3) exercise timeee

yeah, i was asked to play with beans....
yawwninggg..
but the feeling after that was kinda good.. rasa cam lembuttt je tangan I..
eh, tangan i memang dah lembut pon...
rasa cam, lebih lembut jer tangan...


and then, the second exercise is to bend and twist a rubber rod...
ala-ala perah baju uols...
my fingers tak rasa apa-apa sangat, tapi my arm yang lenguh lelebih pulak..
balik2 umah, check ada muscle timbul seketul...
jadiklahhhh..

and the last one that i like the most ...............

4) wax therapy

yeah right, it was not brazilian wax ok.. more to 'house of wax' i would say.

 

*from google image*

yeah..funny kann...
macam balut cempedak..huhu

I need to continue the physio sessions, for at least 4 weeks
but it would be at Hosp Teluk Intan..
ala.... haha


p/s: terasa weekend nih panjaaaaanggg.. tak balik ok! T__T

schoolpital candidate

Salam.

as usual, in the morning i went to the office to punch in..
and before i could actually grab my card, I heard a teacher said,  "hah, long live sara" (lol).
ohhh, i was actually the 'on duty' teacher for PMR today.
STYLEEE...

so the first english paper went smoothly..
no drama, no loud noises..
just the singing of the birds on the tree and my lovely (lovely ker?? more to apok coz sore throat T__T ) voice teaching in the class..
aww..hehe

drama began- second paper of English.
i was in the staffroom, marking books when i heard this one voice..
calling for my name...
"sapa guru bertugas PMR? ada budak pening aih"
my pen dropped...
breaking the silence of the room..


NO..


i was like, what?? the second paper for english just started lahhhh...
and was this boy had a slight shocked looking at the questions or whattt??

so i went to the exam hall...
searching for this boy who apparently sat at the baaaccckkk of the hall..
and with my PK HEM's suggestion, i brought him to a clinic.
this boy had a headache, that he couldnt really think and write..
so what was the purpose of being in the room right?

but at that time, I was kinda thinking
so yes, i brought him to the clinic..
then what??
how's he going to answer the question?
what about his PMR?
he was in the middle of english paper2 exam...

so i went to the counter and asked the nurse if this boy could be treated first.
well, because of PMR......
everyone else was looking at us, as if, this boy was about to die
as if, i am the mother of the boy?? eh? I wore a nametag ok..
plus, we didnt look alike pon! common sense ya! haha

during the check up,
several questions were asked
like, "did you eat this morning?"  --- yes, i eat rice
like, "what time did you sleep last night?" --- 12am
so after hearing 12am , the person said, " you should sleep at 9pm especially during this exam week"
upon hearing that, i was like.... what?? 9 pm?
ok, confession, I used to sleep at 9pm, especially last few months..
but now, my biological clock is getting better..
my boss je kot leyh tidor kul 9pm..huhu
but never in my student's life that i slept at 9pm, unless i wasnt feeling well..

so he was given a bag of iv fluid.
i asked how long will it take?
an hour..or at least 30 mins...
wow...

so there i was,
accompanying the boy, who supposedly sit for his PMR at that moment.
I was praying hard that he would be okay and could sit for the exam without any complication...

until...
i saw 3 cars with only the drivers came into the clinic's compound...
wahhhh... suddenly i felt like i was in a movie...
i am the on duty officer, with a gun in my handbag..
eh? handbag? no..
i am the officer with a gun on my waist,
guarding this inmate who was injured..
and then came other officers, taking turn to guard him..
hehe..

yeah, the other invigilators (and the head invigilator) came to the clinic.
they came with a sealed exam paper and stationary.
we asked the boy whether he could actually write or not with the needle stucked on his right wrist.
and we got the staff to prepare a room for the boy to take exam..at the clinic!
wahhh... exclusive ok.. a big air-conditioned meeting room in a clinic!
only the two of them...hehe
vavavava...

and guess what,
after an hour plus, the boy was feeling better and decided to take the exam at school.
so there it goes...
the end of my drama...
nuwanda, the PMR candidate and 3 other invigilators went back to school safely!

oh ya,
the boy got an exclusive room for two as well at school
and of course being given the minutes that he was owed, to answer the paper.

p.s: i met with 2 different Ws in one week.. interesting! *wink*

Tue

Salam.

Im not quite well.

currently having slight fever, runny nose, sore throat 

and sexy voice..

erkk...

ok, slash that...

and...

my thumb (its joint) is kinda sore.

right, my fault mann..

so, long story short,

went to physio and i found it funnisteresting (yeah, my mashed up word).

tomorrow, im kinda nervous ..

my students will be sitting for their PMR..

I pray that they'll get it through smoothly and successfully (the process and the result)

Insya ALLAH.

p/s: may every one be in a great condition and healthy.........