At The End of The Day

Whoa. Finding Neverland was good.

Knew Johnny Depp played JM Barrie there but it had seemed like a children movie, so… Anyway, I got a bunch of free movie vouchers from my rental place and I had to use them up before the end of the month. Gave one for Chandra to use, actually - because I couldn’t think of anything else to rent.

Speaking of Peter Pan, I’ve been going around with Peter hanging in my head, waiting to be born.

That sounds scary, doesn’t it? Ha.

What I meant was I had this idea of a story with a Peter inside it - a Peter who’s convinced that today is going to be his special day. My TE class is to blame. After I’ve done the housechores I’m usually too tired to do anything else on Saturday. Thank God it’s over today. No more Saturday classes, please!

Something wrong with the CPU here. It takes weeks for me to see what I’m typing on the screen. I hope the mouse I’ve been banging about won’t crack soon.

Gosh, this is no fun. I cannot write this way. See you guys later.

Things must get better soon.

I can’t go on feeling this miserable.

My November Guest

The desolate, deserted trees,
  The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
  And vexes me for reason why.

-Robert Frost

Watched Bee Season last night. Didn’t finished it though… The DVD wasn’t exactly of supreme quality. Was interested by the young man who played Aaron, Max Minghella. Recognised the name.. you know, Anthony Minghella. And turned out he is indeed Anthony’s son. Funny thing is, Max says nobody recognises him at campus, back in Columbia, NY.

Did a lot of housework today. Man, the laundry. I did the stupidest thing and threw my black cardigan in the last minutes into the bucket which had two of my best white shirts. In the end, I had to run out, not washed yet, barely groomed to buy a whitener liquid. Thank God, it worked. I can barely afford to buy a new shirt these days, not to mention two.

Read an interview with Brendon Urie, vocalist of Panic! At The Disco, just now. Good to know that he is as clueless as I am when it comes to musical genre. Interesting fact: He was not originally set up to be the band’s vocalist. It was supposed to be the band’s guitarist, Ryan Ross - but they all happened to hear him singing during a rehearsal and was really impressed by his vocal abilities. And man, he can play a whole of a lot of instruments.

Finally found out the name of Keane’s keyboardist: Tim Oxley-Rice. Hahaha, been having the hots for him and knowing nothing about him, not even his name.

Man, don’t you hate people who talk so loudly on their cell-phone in public places. This man sitting right next to me is doing just that. Man, what I’d give to hammer him in the head with an empty Coke bottle.

I’ve run out of books to read. Ms Endang, please come back!!! Gave up last Friday and bought myself a "Paman Gober". It was worth every cent of it, though.

Jeez, let me kill him!!! Shut up, will you. There’s one of my students nearby so I have to keep my cool. Otherwise, Mister…

Anyway, living close to where you work and especially if you work in a school can turn you into an instant celebrity. Normally I would watch for faces I know so I wouldn’t unknowingly ignore them, which I do a lot. But as it turns out, even non-ILP students know about us. I was lounging at the back of this bus, trying to get myself together since I had just woken up - and I heard a little girl who just got out telling a friend of hers, "That’s an ILP teacher, don’t you know?"

I switched this term. No longer so tipped over to Tuesday-Thursday classes. Surprisingly the 3 o’clock class is great. They’re usually Jr HiSchool students, these 3 o’clockers and they are understandably tired at such hours - which make them rather boring to a teacher. I mean, man, you can barely get a Yes or No from them. But this one is full with energy and very good-natured.

But the 5 o’clock… GOD. I thought my former FCE class was a tough job. You know, what with the material being Sahara-desert dry and the guys seemingly uptight and economical with words. Turned out they were great if you stirred them up the right way. But this one… Jeez. I got them to talk about themselves last Friday and it was better, thank God.

Monday-Wednesday isn’t so bad. The 3 o’clock class is packed with still very young students for YAC levels and they’re on time, eager and very cooperative. I’ve been dreading the 5 o’clock one since I taught them at the beginning of the year - undisciplined, preoccupied and disrespectful.

I got pretty work up over the thought of teaching them that I made a resolution. I should just let it go, take it easy and hope for the best, see what’d happen. And what do you know, they are just fine. The "worst" of them are still there but greatly changed. Sometimes, when you fear the worst, you’re just scaring yourself.

Out of curiosity, I clicked on this site promoted by Friendster and got a few good laughs. You should treat yourself to some laughs, too - click here. My fave is the one about procrastinators - it simply hit home.

Also out of curiosity, I clicked my way to a page talking about Johnny Depp. They put up one of his quote, which I think is very profound, deep and utterly him.
"The only gossip I’m interested in is things from the Weekly World News
– ‘Woman’s bra bursts, 11 injured’. That kind of thing." -Johnny Depp.

One man you can always rely on.

Why oh, why when you are merely being nice, guys immediately think they can make a pass at you? Makes you feel like a bitch when you have to brush them off. God, I didn’t mean anything - was just minding my manners, for God’s sake. Jeez.

Anyway, the second week back on the job was a fricking disaster. I consider myself heroic just getting out of bed everyday and courageously getting myself ready for work. Faridha caught me being zonked out between classes and confessed she felt the same. Aries actually fell asleep and the other girls painted his face with red markers. Hwahaha.

Esther cried to Miss Astri, "Miss, I’d hang myself if I wasn’t thinking about my classes!" Immediately someone said, "Oh, go ahead, Esther, I’ve got your classes covered!"

To save herself from going crazy, Miss Sylvi brought a photo of John Xina (dear God, I’m probably the only person in the world who doesn’t know how to spell this guy’s name), you  know, the famous wrestler.

I’ve been surfing for Paul Walker’s photos and decided I’d have it printed and then I’d bring it to office too. Sad, huh? And guess what, I came across one with the dogs (from Eight Below) down the red carpet! Look, aren’t they cute? Those are Maya and Max.  (Yeah, I recognise the dogs - told ya, I’m a sold out when it comes to dogs.)

Have you guys seen the trailer of the latest Bond movie? Jeez, if ever there were movies that should just hang themselves, I’d go for the Bond movies. They are nothing but advertisements camouflaged in stupid stories.

But then again those last ones were starred by Pierce Brosnan. He was Bond, you know, up there alongside Sean Connery, in my opinion. This last guy… who does he think he is? Some cute high school GIRL? Why in the hell is he pouting his mouth in just about every supposedly hot shots? Is that supposed to be the latest hot pose for a guy? Gimme a break, will ya? Jeez.

The horoscope says I’ll have my luckiest event on a Saturday. Well, it’s not this Saturday. I still have to wake up early and teach the TE classes and… only two showed up today! Have you got any idea how boring a TE class is if there are only two students?

Anyway, this is definitely not a good week.

And this crazy operator is force-feeding us all with Celine Dion and Mariah Carey. I’m outta here.

Hah… masih nyante, semingguan ini. Final Test semua… en kenapa ya, akhir-akhir ini gw gak males ngerjain koreksian. Tahu-tahu dah beres aja tu yang namanya ngoreksi hasil ujian. *pasang tampang belagu*

Dari lima kelas yang gw ajar term 0706 ini cuma atu aja yang gak lulus. Sigh. Tu orang emang agak-agak gaswat sih… Udah dikasi pelajaran tambahan sih, tapi ya gitu deh… Anak-anak FCE1 gw pada yakin gak lulus semua. Sialan, emang pikir lu gurunya siapa? Hehehe.

Anyway, delapan-delapannya lulus, dua borderline pass. Saking leganya, Abe, si Ganteng, beliin gw coklat. Hwahahaha. Gayanya sok imut gitu pula. Gak mau masuk ke ruang guru, manggil2 dari luar, "Miss, sini aja deh…"

As always, hari Report Card gini kan kacau banget. (Tapi kali ini meja gw rapi banget bwoo… Nggak kaya biasanya kalo pas Report Card Day.) Sore-sore jam 5an gitu, gw lagi nyantai di tengah badai, makan siang dengan roti keju Buana Bakery Buruk (hwahaha… lagian mahal seh!) pas diliat principal gw, Astri.
Dia tau-tau ketawa sambil ngomong gak jelas, tangannya ngusap-ngusap perut en badannya gitu. Hwah… gw kaget en langsung ngecek, kancing baju gw ada yang kebuka ya? Kan gw guru paling seksi di sini…

"Tadi si Rico (itu murid Basic 4 gw) nanya, ‘Eh, roti siapa nih?’ Kita pada gak tau sih… eh, tahu-tahu ama dia dipake tari perut gitu. Yah, tari perut campur orang mandi gitu deh. Roti lu kaya sabun gitu."

HUAHHHH!!!

Untung orangnya ganteng, kalo gak dah gw gunting-gunting bentuk segitiga. (Benernya gak ngaruh juga sih, lha wong gw lapar, hehehe.)

Darling Oji ternyata bete hari ni. Kan pada gak ngajar tu, seharian ni. Gak ada yang siap-siap lesson plan atw potokopi-potokopi. Jam 2an pas gw turun en lewat ruang potokopi terdengar jeritan derita orang yang di-tirikan, "Yaahhh… kok gak ada yang fotokopi-fotokopi sih, hari ini?"
Hwahaha, Oji marah ternyata, dicuekin.

Anyway, gak jelek lah… Minggu pertama habis libur tu mesti kaya gini nih. Gak ngajar, cuma ngawasin ujian doang. Heaven.

Jeleknya, besok gw mesti bangun pagi. Huh. Hari Sabtu aja, bangun pagi.

Cya, people. Lumayan ya, gw jadi agak rajin nge-update.