THE CONCERT.

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN HAPPIER CHILDREN?!

trust me, i was just as happy as them backstage.

THE CONCERT WAS A SUCCESS!

i could only take a few pictures, as there was so much of confusion and the kids were just not staying still! the above picture was nicked from some parent's facebook album. that was when all the kids were dancing together. there were 27 kids on the stage at that time, but i think the lady taking this picture was focusing on her own son.
i took these, though:

Pakistani and Indian

American hip-hop and Russian

the concept of the Kindergarten performance was simple: dances from all around the world. it included Chinese (three girls and one boy), Russian (four boys), African (two boys and two girls), Scottish (three boys and one girl), Indian (two girls), American Hip-Hop (three boys), Hawaiian (two girls) and Pakistani (two boys and two girls). you can imagine what a mess it was backstage! sending the kids for their respective dances on time was such a hassle, but it went smoothly. in the end, everyone sang a song about worldwide peace and harmony which will forever be stuck in my head:

i'd like to build the world a home and furnish it with love.

there was tons of cheering and applauding and whistling from the crowd, which was really encouraging for everyone on stage. i couldn't see the kids perform from the audience perspective, though, since i was backstage with all the musty curtain dust getting into my nose and eyes. i still peeked through the curtain :D

everyone remembered their steps which is quite a feat for KG kids. YAY!

loads of thanks to all of you who wished us luck :D i love you guys!

this is what i wore for the concert. EVERYTHING IS PURPLE, in case there's something wrong with your eyes. i know most of the people who i know through my blog that i've added on facebook have seen this already. but whatever. it comes nice and big here :D

my mum took this photo as soon as we got home. by the massive smile i'm flashing, it's pretty obvious that i was so-ecstatic-like-totally.

and OMG. at the concert, when my mum's class was performing their play, i sneaked out of my classroom and ran around the back of the school to get to where the audience was seated. i stood a little to the side and watched the whole thing, applauding and woot-ing and stuff, because you know, they were my mum's students and i love them too. after it ended, i was going back when someone caught my eye.

it was Tots. *gasp*
he was looking SO HOT. O.O he had come to watch his mum's class perform, which i think was really nice of him since from what i heard, all the Seniors were having some kind of party elsewhere.
and he was LOOKING AT ME. with almost-hearts in his eyes. I SWEAR, I COULD SEE IT. he even stood up and moved his place for NO REASON unless the reason would be him wanting to get a better look at me.

or maybe he was trying to figure out why i would come dressed as an eggplant. sigh.

anyway, i had loads of fun even though i didn't really get to see my students perform properly. but i did give each and every one of them a tight hug before they went home. all the parents said that it was an enjoyable and adorable performance. hurray! i don't think they know what a pain it was to teach some of those kids their dance steps, though.

there WILL be a video and loads of pictures of the concert provided by the school, but i suppose they'll give it after one or two weeks. then i can picture-spam you with all the cuteness. you all won't mind a second post about this concert, will you? this isn't a rhetorical question. (and you are not allowed to mind, so yeah.)

x

omg omg, MY BIRTHDAY IS IN EXACTLY ONE WEEK. i'm so excited even though i don't have plans. i'm going to be SEVENTEEN! YAYYYYY! please don't wish me a happy birthday in advance and expect me to let you off easily if you don't wish me on my actual birthday. OKAY? :D

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

The Blonde Senior is an Evil Wiener

i wish the title was literal so that i could chew him up and spit him out. 

YES, i would do that to a fellow human being. if that fellow human being happened to be a wiener. named The Blonde Senior.

with all the feedback from you guys, i decided that it would be okay to crush on TBS. so i carried on with my crushing. i had decided that i would approach him and talk to him and stuff, and i spent some time this past weekend thinking about what i was going to say to him when i would see him on Wednesday.

well, Wednesday has come and gone, and the outcome was horrendous.

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED:

it was break, and i was sitting where i usually sit, which is on the staircase of the platform/stage that overlooks the playground.

The Blonde Senior came out of the Senior building with his basketball. and he started playing.

and that's it.

HE JUST KEPT ON PLAYING. his back was turned the entire time. he didn't walk up to where i was sitting like he used to. he didn't even look my way. the WHOLE time. which is like, half an hour. what a meanie. there i was, finally ready to talk with him in all his blonde-fourteen-year-old-glory (YES, you can laugh) and he just ignored me. EVIL WIENER. :(

i suppose it finally dawned on him that i must be older. and he didn't like it. i don't blame him. i'm a little bit disappointed, since the way he acted pretty much means that i won't even be able to make friends with him. but i suppose it's okay. i'm used to this, um, behavior? mannerism? i can deal being ignored by a fourteen year old :P

the 20-year-old-teacher (remember her?) said that one day she'll take me to the college she used to study in and introduce me to hot guys. i responded with a big fat 'NO.' because crushing is harmless, but being introduced to a guy specifically to form more-than-friendly-relations with him is just WEIRDDD! plus i wouldn't want to have a colleague in on the entire thing. The Staff Room Grapevine is so totally dangerous.

x

you know what? I'M GOING TO REBOUND.

... with a celebrity crush.

yes, what a sad life i have, etc. but JUST LOOK AT THIS GUY:

RUSLAAN MUMTAZ, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?

i haven't seen his first movie called MP3 (Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar) so i was totally clueless about his hotness that most of you might already be enlightened on, since everyone has seen MP3. he is so adorable.

did i mention how adorable he is?

OMGMARRYME RUSLAAN. PLEASE.

x

in other news, TODAY IS THE CONCERT! if you are clueless as to what i'm talking about, shame on you.

all the children have been working so hard for this. i'm sure it's going to be a success, especially the KG dances! cause you know, i helped in those.

i am soooo excited. and i don't even know what i'm going to wear. O.O uh-oh. thank goodness they gave a holiday today so i didn't have to worry about getting up early in the morning. i have to be in school at 5:30 p.m. OMG. i have to go look for something to wear now. wishhhh me luckkkk! actually, wish my students luck. and please pray that they don't freeze on stage because they are QUITE capable of doing just that :O
♥

The Birthday and The Wedding.

note to everyone in this entire universe:

never attend two big functions in one day. NEVER.

unless of course, you want to.

this past Sunday, i didn't want to. but i HAD to.

just to clarify, i would have gladly attended both these functions had they been set on separate dates.

BUT THEY WERE ON THE SAME DATE.

and i am going to tell you about them.

Function 1: THE BIRTHDAY.

it was my aunt's birthday. by aunt, i mean my dad's younger brother's wife.

balloons. streamers. punch. there was none of that. there were party hats, though. of which one was plopped on my head. i removed it immediately before anyone could take a picture.

i think the entire affair was pretty much okay. my aunt had called everyone from her side of the family, and all the adults were having a good time talking about stuff that adults usually talk about. i don't know really, i wasn't playing attention. i was texting my brother who was sitting in the same room. we were gossiping about everyone in sight.

THIS IS WHAT I WORE:

imagine hugging someone in that.

there were games, inspired from that totally awesome game show i've only seen once in my life, A Minute To Win It. yeah. i actually won one of the games. but since everyone won something, i didn't have a chance to gloat.

there was 70s music, and a birthday cake. and some food, which i didn't eat. also some lame but appreciated magic tricks by the brother of my paternal grandfather.

i don't have pictures of the actual party. but it doesn't really matter to me. why on earth would i take pictures of my aunt's side of the family anyway? O.O i don't really know them.

the last party i had was on my 16th birthday. everyone just sat around staring at each others' faces. this birthday party brought back awkward memories.

i was so tired after it was over, i just wanted to go home. but NO. i mean, i did. but just to change my outfit. because we had to attend...

Function 2: THE WEDDING.

it was my dad's best friend's wedding. it was actually quite nice. the bride and groom looked totally OMG-SO-ADORABLE-LIKE-AWWW! 

this is what i wore:

please excuse my poker face.

the kameez-shalwar was baby pink, i swear! i have no idea why it looks like i'm wearing a white tablecloth.

i also wore heels. my mum's heels, since i don't own any. they were nice.

and they hurt after some time.

there was music and stuff, but since it was a rukhsati nobody danced. :( the food was good. there were no hot guys, though. none at all. well, maybe those guys were hot. but they looked snobby. snobby is not hot! being employed in a school filled with kids that are filthy rich and have an i'm-way-better-than-you attitude, i suppose i have enough experience to make out the uptight ones from the friendly ones.

everyone was wearing SUCH fancy clothes, it was slightly appalling. but captivating. i couldn't stop looking at what everyone was wearing! i felt kinda glad that i wore simple clothes, i could move around more freely without the weight of embroidery and sequins and jewelry. =P
we stayed there till late at night, it was SO tiring. and there was school/work the next day which is what made me The Bitter Complainer on the ride home. i was really exhausted after spending the entire day out.

i woke up feeling awfully tired on Monday. i think that's why my week went pretty yuck up till now.

x

and yes. i wanted to thank all of you again for your comments on that sad post of mine. i always feel horrible like this once in a few months. it felt good to write down my feelings. though i admit it was slightly childish of me to dwindle on all that stuff. it's been a year since i moved back and i guess i should be over it by now. all of you are wonderful. and yes, you are allowed to call the outfit that i wore for the birthday 'hideous'. =P

♥

maybe if i cried i would feel better. i was going to post about something else, but i suppose that can wait. something has been building up inside me for days. weeks. a feeling that i could either shrug off or just hold in my heart and make it grow, grow so large that it might just turn into something solid and hurt me. i don't know. i chose to shrug it off on many occasions. but that just postponed the unavoidable. i had to face this someday. i don't even know what i'm talking about. i can't identify what's hurting me. is it in my mind or my heart? my head hurts and my heart aches. i don't mean it figuratively.

i really, really, really miss my friends. it's not easy being alone. it's very difficult. too difficult for me, maybe. it's very painful. i remember my first day at my new school in Dubai. they thought i was Irani. they spoke to me in Farsi. they thought i was Lebanese. they spoke to me in Arabic. They thought I was Afghani. they spoke to me in Pushto. i told them who i was. they were surprised but they welcomed me warmly. some even spoke Urdu. i have never made as many friends before as i had made in that school. some were locals. Emiratis, they were called. loads of Middle-Easterns.the rest were from all around the world. India, Russia, South Africa, Philippines, Egypt, China, Sri Lanka, Zimbabwe, Australia, Afghanistan, Uzbekistan, Bangladesh, Turkey, and of course, Pakistan. we never really had a British student. or an American one. those kids went to the schools that even the elite class had to fight to send their children to.

studies were good. i was a good student. i became better. i picked up on Arabic. it was easy. i loved the language, i loved the slang. it was sa7. i loved the fact that the school was small, and everyone was friends with everyone. fourth graders sharing lunch with eighth graders. eleventh graders high-five-ing sixth graders. everybody playing carom together. everyone talking about the teacher with a funny accent together. everyone riding the gorgeous yellow and awful green school buses together. it was a 2 hour ride. we put the radio on full volume every time. screaming at the top of our lungs to the chorus and Justin Timberlake's part of 'Dead and Gone', because no one could make out what T.I was rapping. throwing yarn at each other. no one had any idea why there was yarn around in the first place. stealing Sour Punk from that girl's bag when she wasn't looking. Australians listening to Indian songs. Filipinos learning their Arabic text through Roman English transliterations given to them kindly by me, or someone else. but mostly me. getting sent out of class for wearing converse instead of black shoes. there were a dozen people standing in the corridor outside their classrooms that day, giggling. a rainbow of converse on the floor, it was.

oh, there was drama. but the fun kind. there were boyfriends. but the forgettable kind. there were ugly uniforms. but those grew on us. like fungus.

there were sports days and concerts and elocutions. i participated in everything. not my proudest moments. but at least i had people to share those experiences with. no one lifted a finger at my style of hijab. they called me Furry. they called me Fifi. it turned into 'Furree' one day. there was this really tall guy. Sudanese, he was. we called him Tall-E. after Wall-E. they called me Furr-E after that. they said my hair (or what could be seen of it) was awesome. they said i had cat-like eyes. a furry cat. Furree Katt. kinda like Flakter Katt, that Swedish toy everyone had at home.

The Lame Queen. i was known as that. but in a good way. i used to make lame jokes out of everything. i lost that part of me, somewhere. can i joke about things at seemingly random moments these days? no. i cannot. The Lame News. me and three others. videotaping ourselves talking about our school in news-headlines format. it was hilarious. it saddens me now.

the exams that went well. the friends that remained. the summer that was eventful and fun. movies, shopping, dating, city-hopping. Dubai-Sharjah-Ajman-Fujairah.

then it all went wrong. the recession. everything had been lost. off you go, back to the place you came from, back to the place you had forgotten and had never wished to return to. the place where you had escaped from. it was decided overnight. separated from my dad. i didn't get a chance to tell anybody. 6 a.m. January 4, 2010. my friends were in the school bus. i was on a plane. i did not cry that day. i wish i did. i wish i had cried and cried and cried so that maybe my heart would have worked its way up my throat and found a way to escape from inside of me so that i would not be feeling pain everyday of my life since the damned plane landed in Karachi and it was confirmed that my life was ruined.

Long Overdue.

no, this is not the testimonial. *hides face* i'm working on that one, i SWEAR! i've already started. everyone is getting a HUGE testimonial each. because i love you all so much. i thought that i should write just about my 100 followers, but i think it's going to exceed that a bit. so yes. it's still going to take a while, though. WHAT WAS I THINKING WHEN I SAID I WOULD WRITE A TESTIMONIAL FOR EACH OF YOU?! i don't know, but i guess my head was filled up with love. 

and i can't back out now for fear of all of you coming to my house with burning branches and rakes and stones and stuff.

so anyway, back to what was really overdue:

the Life Is Good Award. in case you couldn't make out the curly text.

Conditions of accepting award:

1. Thank and put a link back to the person who so kindly gave this award.
2. Share a few things about yourself.
3. Pass the award onto some mighty fine bloggers.
4. Inform these mighty fine bloggers that they have received the award.

thank you, Nas, Jodie-Ann, Ishahime and Ashley! ♥

a few things about myself. O.O okay.

- i want to be part of uglyduckling91's crew :( 
 update: OMG I JUST SAW MY NAME THERE. OKAY WOW. I'M HAPPY NOW.
- i'm boy-crazy. not something i'm proud of, but yes. i crush-hop a LOT.
- my birthday is exactly in two weeks and i still haven't decided how to celebrate. i don't think i will. who will i celebrate with, anyway? O.O
- i do favouritism sometimes when it comes to my students. like, i might help a couple of them out in their work when my coordinator isn't looking.
- my mum thinks i have nothing to talk about with her anymore except my blog. and it's true. :(
- Smokey_Cat and i are related. we see each other all the time. and it's fun, she's someone i can discuss both blog-stuff and family-stuff with. the ONLY one!

yay, 6 things! that classifies as 'few', right? thank goodness the rules didn't demand 15 things or something.

now, for the awarding:

Tazeen
Katherine
Mia K
Mia M
Kai D
Aeesha
Dawson
Nostalgic

PLEASE PLEASE CHECK OUT THEIR BLOGS. you'll see why i've awarded them. i would have written stuff about them and their blogs, but that's coming in the testimonial, so yeah. you already know they're 'mighty fine' in any case. :D

right. imma be on my way to inform them now.

LOL. i just said imma be. curse this sad life of mine.

p.s. i also got awarded The Versatile Blogger (thanks, H.T!) and The Stylish Blogger (thanks, Dawson!) awards again. you can click on the names of the awards to see the original posts of when i had first got them. :D

OH. and i also have to attend a birthday party and a wedding. today. and i don't know what to wear for either event. excuse me while i go bang my head against a wall now.

i don't see your point unless it's gunpoint or somethin'.

i am SO BORED. i thought a holiday in the middle of the week would be totally awesome, but it's not. i have absolutely no idea on how i should spend my time. not that a strike of inspiration at this very moment will make any difference, since the day is almost over. today feels so different from a weekend, because you know, it's a weekday. and i'm so used to the routine of getting up early and going to work and getting all exhausted, that it feels really weird right now to have spent the entire day at home.

anyway. i want to blog but i don't know about what exactly. so i guess i'll do a run-through of how my day went so far.

it went...

BORING.

yeah. i woke up at 11:30 am and i had this weird pain in my back, and i have no idea why. usually this happens on the very rare occasions when my brother falls asleep on my bed and i have to shove him a little to the side so there can be space for me too, and i end up in a really uncomfortable position causing me to wake up with a slight back pain the next morning. but nothing of this sort happened at all last night, so i don't know how i got the backache this time.

blah. i had toast and Marmite for breakfast. have any of you tried Marmite? i LOVE it. a lot of people don't like it because of its sharp taste, but i've been having it since the day i switched from baby food to solid food, so i'm used to it since as far as i can remember. once, a guy told me that he thought Marmite was a pile of black gluck. i punched him in the face.

no, i didn't. :( i'm not cool like that. but i wanted to. insulting food is just uncool. no matter how yuck it actually is. 

after eating breakfast, i read everyone's new blog posts. i was thinking to write a post around that time but i was feeling too lazy. anyway, after i finished, it was lunch time. so i ate lunch. then, it was dinner time. LOL just kidding. it's not dinner time yet. not that we set a time for dinner. dinner time is whenever dinner is ready.

it's TEA TIME! :D i love tea. i used to drink tea twice or thrice a day, everyday. i've cut down to drinking tea just once a day. partly cause too much isn't that good for you, but mostly because there's no time to make tea in the morning anymore. it's just rush-rush-rush-gotta-get-to-school-on-time now.

i'm just waiting for my mum to finish tutoring. then i'll make tea for the both of us. or she'll make it. depends on who's feeling less lazy.

LOL. here's the kid my mum tutors. my brother took this picture. boys are so funny.

my brother bought me Sour Cream and Onion Pringles a few days ago. they were expired. :( that made us both really sad. then i ate French Cheese Lays and felt better. IN YO FACE, PRINGLES. my brother didn't get any, though. he wasn't around and i didn't feel the need to call him while i was greedily devouring the entire thing. i feel bad remembering this. i'll have to share my Yan-Yans with him to get rid of the guilt now.

how i wish today wasn't a holiday. today's the day The Blonde Senior would be playing basketball alone. O.O next time i see him, i shall definitely talk to him. properly. you guys have to wish me luck on that.

i'm out of stuff to say. the title of this post is a song lyric (Congratulations - Drake). the picture of me was taken at school, in my mum's classroom. the 'hi.' was added today. :D

okay. i'm ending it here. today was so dull, ugh.

bye! ♥

p.s. Mia, where are you? Aseela and I miss you SO MUCH.

Since Everyone Is Doing A Valentine's Post.

i've decided to talk about my Valentine's Day. 

no, not in that way. just about how today was. today, which just HAPPENS to be Valentine's Day. to me, it feels like a very long and tiring Monday. A VALENTINE-Y MONDAY! because, you know. today is Valentine's Day.

OMG I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING.

anyway. i wore red after a very long time! :D but just a red tee. i had dark blue jeans and a dark blue scarf and a dark blue cardigan, so yeah. it was pretty toned down. i wore red only because my coordinator asked me to, as i had mentioned in my previous post. she was pretty happy when she saw me. a lot of teachers wore red as well, so the initial awkwardness of the whole i'm-wearing-red-on-valentine's-day-oh-how-cliche-of-me wore off pretty quickly. 'twas was actually fun =P and it was better than those who came wearing full black, it was like they were mourning the mentality of the generation. but whatever. nothing wrong with being a good sport.

YES. SO. i didn't expect any gifts/flowers/love notes, because WHO IN THE WORLD WOULD GIVE ME ANY? (we've already established that The Blonde Senior is a chicken, so none were expected from him in any case.)

I WAS SO SURPRISED, THOUGH. LOOKIE THIS:

click to enlarge. i insist. :P

AWWWWWWWWW! a third grader wrote this for me! she's SO cute. the kids of Grade 3 have been my best friends ever since i substituted there once early last year. now that i'm a permanent faculty member as a Teacher's Aide for KG, and i'm always in the school, i make it a point to visit them everyday. they're ADORABLE. i even got a card from a boy in third grade. i can't find it at the moment though :O the rose and heart-shaped cookie was given to my mum, by one of her students.

and these are chocolates. given to me by another third grader. i swear, those kids are my favourite in the whole school. i feel so loved. =D

my plan for spying on the seniors doing their gift/card exchange didn't really take place :( . i was too busy. concert practice is sucking the life out of me. all the kids have gotten way better and have learnt their steps, though. it's really great watching them all dance all on their own with such less prompting! the concert will be a success, hopefully.

some senior dude came up to me and said i look like a student. i told him i am, though of A Levels. he got pretty surprised but at least he smiled. YAY FOR SMILING! he used to be a student of one of the KG teachers i assist. it's really cool how they all still know and love each other! i hope my students will still remember me when they're all seniors. i bet the third graders of this year will. they luff meh. and i luff them. :D
.

i didn't see Teddy Bear today, though. i don't think he came to school. i bet it would have been awkward in any case, because what would i say to him if i did see him? "Happy Valentine's Day"? i didn't wish ANYONE today. i just said "thank you" to those who wished me. nothing against V-Day, though. IT JUST SOUNDS AWKWARD. try saying "Happy Valentine's Day" out loud. i swear, you'll sound like a dork.

with all your comments on my previous post, i've decided that maybe it's not that bad to crush on The Blonde Senior. no crazy obsession, though. just a 'The-Blonde-Senior-is-cute' type of thing. or maybe 'OMG-THE-BLONDE-SENIOR-IS-SO-CUTE-OMG-LIKE-TOTALLY'. maybe.

how was your V-Day? :D please don't tell me it sucked. it either went great or went like any other day, but there's no way it could have sucked. there's so much positivity in the air, haha. LOVE MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER! even if it's a teacher's love for her students or vice versa, like it is in my case.

p.s. i still haven't gotten around to acknowledging the awards i got. i haven't forgotten that i've been awarded, i just didn't have time to post about it. i'll try to do that soon!

and, HELLO NEW FOLLOWERS! *waves*

Horrid and Not-So-Horrid.

i want to do a lot of things right now, such as:

- roll my eyes at myself.

- facepalm.

- do a little sniff. not like a crying or what's-that-smell sniff, but an i-am-displeased sniff. you know?

- crawl into a corner and do all of the above.

the reason as to why i want to do the above mentioned actions is:

I SAW THE BLONDE SENIOR AGAIN.

not only did i see him, i also spoke to him.

that should be a good thing, right?

left.

I FOUND OUT SOMETHING SO OMG-WORTHY, IT'S... OMG.

here's the totally super i-want-to-forget-about-this event that took place:

Wednesday. the day The Blonde Senior comes out to play. (haha i am SO sorry but i just can't get over this line.)

i was at the ground first, buying stuff from the canteen. i went to sit on the staircase of the platform that overlooks the ground, with the same bunch of kids as last time. after a few minutes, The Blonde Senior emerged from the Senior building with his basketball. he started playing on his own, like he does every Wednesday. he looked up and saw me. he stopped playing. he started walking towards where i was sitting, bouncing his basketball after every few steps.

he climbed up the stairs, went into the Primary building, took a round and came out from the other side. as you all already know, he has no business in the Primary section. he kept on looking my way. his walking-around business continued for quite a while, and it kind of bugged me (but i admit, it made me a little happy).

all this while, i was hanging out with the little kids, since it was break that time and i had no work pending. i was also really curious to see what The Blonde Senior would do, he looked so adorably confused and lost even though he wasn't lost at all.

anyway, break got over and all the kids were heading back to their classrooms, when The Blonde Senior probably made the boldest move of his life; he almost came up to me. and then he started speaking to a little boy who was standing a few feet away from me. i know, right? Blonde Chicken.

at this point i had made up my mind that i would say something to him, since he obviously wouldn't be able to work up the courage to talk with me. with my super awesome observational skills, i noticed that the little boy The Blonde Senior was talking to was fair-skinned and light-haired, JUST LIKE HIM.

insert imaginary fist-pump here.

i kind of interrupted his conversation and asked:

"are you both brothers?"

The Blonde Senior looked up in mingled surprise and ♥ -ness. (imagination on my part, but it could be true)

THEN HE SPOKE. HEEE SPOOOOKEEE.

"do we look like brothers?"

he said this with a smile. AND A BLUSH. HE BLUSHED, i'm absolutely sure he did. and he had an accent. AN AMERICAN ACCENT.

me: yes. i don't know. a little.

TBS: *looking at the little boy, still smiling*

me: you're in grade ten?

TBS: yes.

now, at this point, that little boy interrupted by saying: TEN?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN NINE!

me: *to the little boy* go away.

little boy: *sulky face, walks away*

me: *to TBS* what's your name?

TBS: *tells me his name* (i won't post it here.)

me: how old are you?

i will forever regret asking him that question.

TBS: i'm fourteen.

he must have noticed the change in my expression. he blushed more, and when i didn't respond, he bounced his basketball and walked away.

DUDE. BRO. MAN. i am SO IN SHOCK. i had never expected this. this was even worse than finding out about The Blonde Senior being a tenth grader. my brother will be fourteen years of age in two months.

HE'S AS YOUNG AS MY BROTHER.

all of you are welcome to laugh at me/the situation. i don't mind any kind of reaction, because i feel that you're the ones that are the most entitled to have an opinion on everything that happens to me.

you can't blame me for crushing on The Blonde Senior, though. he's tall and broad, and he doesn't look fourteen at all. he looks seventeen, or at the least, sixteen. there's an insignificantly small consolation, though. it is MOST LIKELY that The Blonde Senior will turn fifteen this year. still sucks, because i'll be turning seventeen next month. SEVENTEEN. O.O two years older than him. two grades higher.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUdge.

so, that was the horrid part of this week.

Not-So-Horrid:

Teddy Bear has been acknowledging my existence. he waves at me each time we come across each other, regardless of who's watching. he even waved in front of his mum, who happens to be one of the teachers that i am employed to assist. he smiles at me. he says hi. we don't talk often, but that's because we're always in a hurry to get to other places. but this is going somewhere. it's safe to call this thing an ALMOST-FRIENDSHIP!

this is a picture of my brother and i. i think this was taken on Tuesday, not sure.

since you guys have not seen what my brother looks like, i thought i should post this here. no, he is NOT the same height as i am. see my bent leg? if i straightened it, i would be a little more taller than him. apart from our 3 year age difference, that does signify superiority. i work in the same school in which he studies, that is why he is in uniform. we're in one of the corridors.

this happened when the kids were making too much noise in the classroom. their class teacher told them to "LIE DOWN NOW!" and being present in the class as the ever-faithful assistant that i am, i got to witness the cuteness.

when you're asked to work with a particularly noisy child, what do you do to make him quiet?

ask him to model.

i love him, and he loves me. he even made a card with a huge I LOVE YOU that he wrote all by himself.

sometimes work is just THE BEST. ♥

MONDAY IS VALENTINES DAY. my coordinator told me to wear red and come to school, just for fun. a few teachers will wear red, too. i'm still pondering over it. i suppose it's harmless. Wednesday is a holiday, thank goodness. i don't think i could ever look at The Blonde Senior properly again. :P

I Used To Love Star Plus.

i know you're going to judge me. a lot of people did.

Star Plus is a Hindi language general entertainment channel based in India. it mainly consists of family dramas and telefilms. according to the youth of Pakistan, Star Plus is this:

a brain-sucking, nonsensical, pointless, evil monster.

there's always been a similar opinion towards Star Plus amongst a certain portion of Pakistanis. it goes along the lines of this:

i'm ashamed to be from the same country as them.

i, being in the right state of mind, disagree with all these people.

i first started watching Star Plus in 2009, when i used to live in Dubai. i didn't follow any particular drama, but i remember being interested in a serial named Chehra (Face). mostly because the main character was pretty and the story revolved around her being disabled yet finding a loving husband. of course, there were typical perks and twists in the storyline, but since i didn't watch it regularly i wasn't able to catch up most of the time.

the real love for the channel began when i moved back to Pakistan.

you can make fun of me, i won't mind. there was a time when i used to be a Star Plus fanatic. here's the main reason why:

i was home schooled. when i first moved back here, i couldn't attend school because of reasons mentioned a million times before on this blog. i hadn't started working then, so i had a lot of free time. my maternal grandmother was already a fan of a few serials on Star Plus, so one day, out of boredom, i decided to sit with her and watch some. after hearing the long explanation about the drama from my grandmother and my maid (who seemed to know the most), i decided that i wanted to know what happened next. so i kept on watching, and that was the beginning of the Star Plus craze.

my favourite drama. I LOVED IT SO MUCH, i wanted to marry it the guy.

most people will argue that mindless entertainment is the only thing that Star Plus offers, but that's bull. and cow. and goat. 

WANNA KNOW WHY?

i'll tell you why. here are answers to a few questions that will definitely open your eyes. because, you know, you can't read this with your eyes closed.

- PAKISTANI DRAMAS ARE BORING. ALL THEY DO IS TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK AND CRY. WHAT SHOULD I WATCH?

ignoring the fact that i'm making up these questions myself, THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION. there's a good answer to that, too. STAR PLUS. (having never watched a Pakistani drama, i don't really have any idea what goes on there, and i don't intend to find out. Indian dramas FTW. Star Plus FTW.)

Star Plus does not just contain talking and crying. it has EVERYTHING. from showing romantic and cheesy dance numbers to protesters on a street getting beaten up by police to an evil old black-magic witch to family feuds to super exciting game/reality shows, Star Plus pwns Pakistani dramas in every way. the lack of music is also quite apparent in the local serials. in Star Plus, however, there's always that loud drumroll/dhol on all the time. or romantic keyboard number, depending on the kind of drama being watched. music is cool.

- OKAY, SO I'M GOING TO WATCH STAR PLUS. WHICH DRAMA SHOULD I START WITH?
ALL. that's right, ALL. contrary to popular belief, all Star Plus dramas do not have the same storyline. they're ALL interesting. there is tons of variety. if you want to watch something about families/politics/warriors/love/marriage/paranormal/other awesome types of things, go for Star Plus.

- NOOOO! I MISSED THE SCENE! WHAT DO I DO NOW?

you fool. what kind of a question is that? everyone knows that if something exciting happens, that dialogue/scene is repeated 50000 squillion times in every way possible. the scene will most probably be flashed repeatedly 350 times, with the dialogue echoing so much that it overlaps and then you don't know what you're seeing and hearing. but before it comes to that point, the image will be drilled into your mind so thoroughly that you'll dream about it at night and squeal out stuff like 'NAHIIII' at inappropriate moments.
what's more awesome is the fact that you can stop watching a serial on Star Plus, and resume following it after 5 years and catch up with the story after watching just one episode.

- NOOOO! MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER DIED! HOW TO STOP FEELING THIS SLIGHTLY CREEPY SENSE OF DESPAIR AND LOSS?
DON'T BE SAD, PERSON! chances are, your favourite character will come back, played by a different actor, after a couple of years with a different face claiming to have had plastic surgery done to their themselves. ignoring the fact that their hair/height/voice/body structure has changed too, you'll still be able to revive that infatuation you had with them all that while ago. if you aren't able to, DON'T WORRY! because your i-came-back-from-the-dead-with-a-new-face character will soon have another surgery, which will make them look EXACTLY LIKE THEY DID BEFORE THEY DIED, for no apparent reason!

- OMG. MY GRANDMOTHER IS GETTING ON MY NERVES. WHAT DO I DO?

ever envied the person who has a Nani/Dadi but never complains about her nagging/cheek pinching/beating with a clothes hanger? it's because THAT PERSON'S GRANDMA WATCHES STAR PLUS. desi old ladies are a sucker for dramas. they can watch Star Plus at an average of 12 hours a day. their life starts revolving around the issues of families that aren't even real. they get so immersed in whatever adventure Pratigya is embarking on or who Kuwar Yudishtar is marrying next, they completely forget about your existence. so, in answer to this question, MAKE YOUR GRANDMA WATCH STAR PLUS RIGHT NOW. you don't even have to worry about them not being able to follow the story. trust me, they'll catch on in 15 seconds. grannies are kewl like that.

- I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. WHAT DO I DO?

once again, watch Star Plus. it teaches you good things, like how to stay away from ladies who look like this:

because they are evil.

it also teaches you:

- that you can call yourself poor even if you never repeat your jewelry/clothes and live in a mansion.

- that you'll always have someone who hates you with a passion.

- that even though you're some poor maid, a prince will definitely marry you. and then you'll get possessed by a demon. then you'll die in a car crash and your daughter will be a demon.

- to never fall in love with your best friend. they'll definitely not share the same feelings as you. and they'll get into a relationship with the ugliest person ever.

- to never be pretty. otherwise the neighborhood hoodlums will make your life miserable.

- that if your mum tells you to dress nicely, it means someone ugly is coming with a marriage proposal for you.

- to never go out when there's a protest on the road or something. you'll get shot.

and many, many more.

x

if all these things aren't enough to convince you that Star Plus is awesome, this is for you:

go ahead. click it. i dare you to.

it says that Star Plus is THE MOST WATCHED channel in Pakistan. look at the difference between the first and second bars. the second happens to be GEO. win.

so, if you hate Star Plus, you're a MINORITY.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

i was made aware of these statistics through THIS blog post by Omar R Quraishi. image taken from Brandsynario.

before you go all "Furree, i never expected this from you", you should know that i've stopped watching Star Plus. it was a good way to pass time, especially when i was not attending school or working. the entertainment value of this channel is really high. when i started working, all TV stopped. i don't watch TV anymore. i don't really miss Star Plus, but i don't regret the hours spent watching it either.

does anyone here like Star Plus? or at least, not have strongly negative feelings towards it? OR, have a relative that watches Star Plus? or an experience related to it? haha i'm tons curious. TELL ME!

x

p.s. I SPOKE TO THE BLONDE SENIOR. i'll tell you about it in the next post, promise.

100+ Followers. :O

NO WAY. 

yesterday, i went to bed with the knowledge that 97 people liked me.

WHEN I WOKE UP...

i went to school.

then i came back.

then i ate lunch.

AND THEN I CHECKED MY BLOG AND SAW THAT I ALREADY CROSSED THE 100 FOLLOWERS MARK.

i promised you guys that i would write a long testimonial. i will, but later.

for now, here's something for all of you:

WOULD YOU BELIEVE A KINDERGARTNER MADE THIS with my assistance?

what i want to say is, thank you. thank you all so much. without your love and support and penchant for stalking me, i would have never made it this far. i love you all!

♥

OH MY GOD THIS IS ALL SO NEW.

oh my god. i feel proud that i actually managed to pull this off. thank you for your support! ♥

i don't really have much to say right now.
*squeals*

OPINIONS, PLEASE?

 
please note: my URL has changed to http://furreekatt.blogspot.com/

THE BIG CHANGE IS COMING.

http://furreekatt.blogspot.com/
i think you guys have to follow me again. :O

I'VE FINALLY DECIDED TO CHANGE MY BLOG AND MAKE IT ABOUT MYSELF INSTEAD OF JACKKY BHAGNANI.

ARE YOU EXCITEDDDDDDDDD?

i've made the new header and everything. it has me in it, instead of Jackky. =P

even though i had debated on changing the subject of my blog before, this final decision did not take a lot of time for me to make.

i just snapped today. something inside me broke. my resolve for making this blog into something that Jackky Bhagnani would appreciate seemed like an epic fail all of a sudden.

apparently F.A.L.T.U has it's own fan club made by another random loser fan. it's something i could never ever compete with, especially since Jackky Bhagnani has acknowledged the existence of that fan club already.

plus, i think he prefers people Wh0 t@lK lYk D!x. i'll always be his well-wisher, but i've come to realize that everything i've been working towards for the past 7 months has been pointless. so yeah. CHANGE IS GOOD. :D

i knew that if i didn't act now, i would never get around to doing it.

so yes. i've decided to listen to you, my totally awesome followers, and make this blog about myself.

i need your opinion on something. should i make this change ASAP or wait till i reach 100 followers?

i feel like doing it right now. but of course, your feedback is the most important thing to me.

LET ME KNOW NOW! yes you, reading this post at this very moment. you have an OBLIGATION to tell me.

I LOVE YOU!

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

previous blog header.

Life Update #10

GOOD MORNING! ♥

i'm so used to that greeting now, courtesy 80 bright, chirpy, noisy, irritating children. 

kidding. they're awesome. really. i love them.

i'm pointing at my cheeks and i don't know why.

this past week has been CRAZY. since the annual school concert is coming up, all the grades have been practicing for their respective performances. most of the classes from grades one through four are doing some kind of play. the Kindergartners, however, are doing DANCE.

not just a dance. MULTIPLE DANCES.

M U L T I P L E  D A N C E S.

there are three sections in the entire KG. one has 4 dances. one has 5 dances. one has FRIKKIN 8 DANCES. and i had to learn all of them. ALL. why? because i'm an Aide for the entire Kindergarten. not just for one section, but for all three. i have to assist the class teachers in every way i can. i love my job, but seriously. 17 different kinds of dances? some of the kids caught on very quickly, and it was fun teaching them. but some of them are so slow, it's actually quite sad. i'll give you an example:

me: okay. you have to move your arms in circles, and move forward one step at a time.

little girl: *jumping up and down and flapping hands*

me: no no, move your arms in circles. watch me. like this. *moves arms in circles slowly* and walk. like this. *taking baby steps*

little girl: *flaps hands and jumps forward*

me: not like that! here, watch me-

little girl: *runs around the place flapping hands*

me: COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!

sad story, i know. among 80 kids, at least 25 are like this, and i have had to deal with them everyday this past week. this will continue till the 23rd, which is the day of the concert. HALP.

i miss when things were like this.

in other school news, my yearbook photo is here. the yearbook hasn't been printed yet, but all the pictures of the teachers have been chosen and i got to see mine. it's not that bad, actually. if i can hustle it out from the yearbook coordinator i'll get it and post it for you all to see! :D it's actually something that i'm not ashamed of haha.

x

now for some SERIOUSLY exciting news.

you all probably know that i had totally given up on The Blonde Senior and Teddy Bear and Tots after realizing that regardless of being the same age as them, due to my position as a teacher i am not allowed to associate with them in 'that manner'. you can laugh at me, but i couldn't think of a better phrase =P

ever since i applied this mindset, i felt completely fine at school. no more nervousness or excitement and i could concentrate 100% on my work.

BUT.

OMG.

since i stopped paying attention to them, the strangest thing happened.

it's like they suddenly noticed my existence.

AFTER i stopped crushing on them.

FOOLS.

there have been two encounters this week, and YES I'M GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT THEM IN GLORIOUS DETAIL.

The Blonde Senior Encounter

it was Wednesday. funny because i had completely forgotten that Wednesday is the day The Blonde Senior comes out to play. (HAHA SORRY, couldn't resist.) it wasn't my break duty, but i had nothing to do so i went to the ground to meet all the little kids from various grades who like me. i'm actually quite popular with all the primary students, because i'm the youngest teacher there and i'm not strict and i make lame jokes and sometimes even play with them. anyway, i sat on the stairs of the stage/platform that overlooks the ground, and soon i was surrounded by second and third graders, all chirping about what they got for their snack or what kind of games they were playing before i arrived. most of them gave me hugs. since i had brought a book along with me, i was showing it to them, and i just happened to look up.
and there he was, playing basketball.

now, he was not playing before i came to the ground area, otherwise i would have seen him and would have most probably gone back inside the building. but, i was already sitting there with twenty-odd kids talking to me, so i couldn't just get up and leave. he was looking my way an awful lot, and then, all of a sudden, he started walking my way. my way! 'twas a little nerve-wracking, but i held my ground, mostly because i didn't want to abandon all the adoring kids around me just because of him.

there was a book stall put up on the ground too, so i saw an opportunity to avoid an awkward moment and decided to make a beeline for it. i asked the gaggle of kids around me if they wanted to come, and all of them said yes. so, we all made our way to the book stall. The Blonde Senior realized what i was up to and started heading for the book stall, too. since he was nearer, he got there first. he just peeked in, and started walking my way. he was looking at me, and we were near enough to each other, so i decided to end the stupidity of the situation once and for all, and say something.
me: is it open? (referring to the bookstall)
him: yup.
then he bounced his basketball once, and walked away.

i felt awesome, because when i asked him that question, he suddenly lowered his gaze and mumbled his answer. HE WAS SHY! it was funny. i never thought he would be shy.

anyway, i looked around the book stall with the kids and didn't find anything interesting. we all decided to go back to the stairs of the stage and sit there. we went, and we sat.

THE BLONDE SENIOR CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND SAT NEXT TO ME.
well, not right beside me. about three feet away. the staircase is quite wide, it runs around the entire front of the stage, that's why there was space for so many people to sit. but he had no reason to, because:

- that was Primary territory. not for Seniors.

- he had his basketball with him. he was supposed to be playing, like he does every Wednesday.

- there was no one for him to talk to, because i was surrounded by all the little students and he definitely didn't come to mingle with them. there was no one else around.

anyway, break got over, and i went around the back to get my students from their break time (they have a different area.) when i emerged from the little playground's gate, back to the main ground, The Blonde Senior was there, with a friend. and they started walking together in the direction where i was heading. i was nearly inside the building when The Blonde Senior bounced his basketball against the wall. if he hadn't hit it precisely there, it would have definitely hit me =P i think he did it on purpose. i didn't look his way again though, and went inside the Primary building, leaving him and his friend behind.

The Teddy Bear Encounter

this one is less awkward and more fun. i didn't have a class at that time, so i was hanging around the first floor of the Primary Building. Teddy Bear came up the stairs at that time, and went into the Staff Room to look for his mum. after he emerged, he was going to go back downstairs. i was standing there, and i noticed that he looked really different. his hair was shorter than the last time i had seen him.

before he passed me, he looked up at me and smiled. a big smile. i smiled back, and this is what happened next.

me: did you get a haircut?
him: yeaaaah. *smiling*
me: it looks really different.
him: *mock hair-toss* i know.
me: *grinning* it looks nice.
him: thanks! *big smile*

then he went down the stairs while i made my way to the KG class i had to teach next.

that was SO NOT AWKWARD! i managed to have a small, proper conversation with Teddy Bear, and he seemed really nice. and funny, in a good way. he has such a deep voice. i'm glad he smiled at me, it made my day. nobody smiles at me =P

YAY! so i think i might have a shot at being friends with Teddy Bear. just friends, because of the reason i previously mentioned and also because he seems like he would make an awesome pal, way more than awkward-moment-inducing Blondie. that mock hair-toss was funny. and he SMILED AT ME! (i can't get over it lol.)

x

the Staff Room is such a hub for gossip. i used to avoid it, but now i can't help but sit there and listen to the teachers spill all about their family life, and of course, the subtle nasty stuff about other teachers. i know it's wrong, but it's FUN! (i never take part in any discussions like these. i'm always pretending to listen to my iPod whenever i'm there, so that i can hear what all the teachers are saying to each other without them worrying about me listening in. MUAHAHAHAHA.) i have gotten to know so much about everybody, but i've decided to keep quiet about it. whatever i hear is not meant for sharing and i would hate if anyone spoke about me like that. it's just awesome knowing stuff that's not specifically meant for me to know, haha.

x

and OMG. i was looking through some recent photos that were taken from my camera, and i came across this one:

IGNORE ME. LOOK AT THE ORBS SITTING IN THE CHAIR ON THE LEFT! and the one on the table, and the one parallel to my knee. i drew awfully crude arrows to point them out.
THIS IS SO COOL. you can click on the picture to witness the awesomeness up close. the chair ones are freaky though, there are so many huddled together. the unknown was present with me at that time and i didn't even know it O.O this was taken on the day my paternal grandmother was leaving for USA. i was hanging out on her awesome red furniture.

x

i also promised you all that i would show you my cat.

here she is:

Kuchi (pronounced 'coochie'). she's hugging a toy baby seal.

x

i had a sudden craving for KFC on Friday. on the way back home from work, i looked out of the car window and there it was. the glorious red building with that smiling guy who's name i always forget. i felt SO HUNGRY. i wanted to devour some KENTUCKAAAAYYY.

anyway, i reached home, all hopes lost, and suddenly i heard my mum talking on the phone.

"KFC? yes, i would like to place an order..."

me: 

so i had a huge Mighty Zinger, and it was delicious.

x

Valentine's Day is coming soon. do you guys have plans? I HAVE A VERY BIG PLAN INDEED. i'm going to spy on the giggly and prissy 9th Graders while they do their silly little rose/card exchange, and i am going to laugh. LAUGH. no chance of me getting anything, and i'm glad. it would be too weird and i would probably spend my free time hiding in the Staff Room with my hands covering my face if i did get something.

speaking of getting something, i have been getting really creepy phone class and texts recently, from a single phone number. i got one at 3:00 AM that said "ShHhHhHh... Go0dnight....." and that was SO SCARY. anyway, i called up my network's customer service and they're going to send that number a warning. and i used the Call Block and SMS Block service that my network keeps advertising. IT FINALLY CAME IN USE! YAY!

x

i've also taken some time out to unfollow certain blogs. i felt really bad, but i've realized that there are some really mean bloggers who write boring content, ask people to comment, and then do not reply to or acknowledge the feedback they get. i think that's really dumb. i make it a point to reply to all the comments i receive, and i always read each and every new post of the blogs that i follow. i try my best to be a regular commenter as well, and also visit back the people who visit me. i think i unfollowed around seven blogs this past month. =/ i didn't want it to reach this point, but it's like those bloggers didn't care much for anyone but themselves and their boring posts.

i value each and every follower of mine. the last time i mentioned the amount of followers i had in a post, it was 84. now it's 92. you guys can't imagine the happiness that i feel every time i see a new follower on my dashboard. I LOVE YOU ALL! thank you SO much for following. new followers, you made my week totally awesome. old followers, you've made my life awesome. when i reach a 100 followers, i'll write a huuuge testimonial. with everyone's names. ♥

x

that's about it for now. i hope the the future remains eventful so that i can continue posting long-long. and i got an award :D it was clashing with my Life Update, so i'm going to post about it next.

loads of love and hugs to you guys.

♥

i'll be your friend if you let me.

this post will be short. 

i don't have much to report on Jackky Bhagnani. he's been to a couple of events that i'm too lazy to cover. there are a couple of things i am working on in terms of blog posts about him, but there's nothing special planned out for this week as such.

there is good news, though. i'm working on Life Update #10, yay! 

are you guys excited? (LOL.) i have LOADS to tell you. i want a few more days to pass, so that i can accumulate more stuff to report back to you all. fingers crossed that the next few days are eventful!

also, WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING WITH YOU ALL? fill me in, please.

i mean, of course i read everyone's new posts on their blogs, but if something happened today with you that's not too significant to post about but enough to share in general, tell me :D seriously. i'm expecting it.

take care, kittens.

LOL I JUST CALLED YOU 'KITTENS'. SORRY.

and about the title of this post, i'm still hung over I Get Lonely Too, haha. awesome possum song.

too many days since january.

just like you, 

i get lonely too. 

♥