Ratana: The Spoilt Poop Machine

     Ratana poops. Everywhere. I don't know what is WRONG with this adorable ball of white and mauve fur. He is naughty. NAUGHTY. He poops next to the TV when the toilet door is wiiiide open for him to poop in. He scratches all the expensive leather handbags, and the expensive Hush Puppies luggage bags, the bedsheet at the corner of our beds, the sofa, and even the old cardboard guitar box.

When Poop Machine is younger and whiter

     Our previous cat Kitty-Pins gave birth to an ugly white kitten around 2011 and the kitten seems to be following in its mother's footsteps by pooping anywhere it fudging likes. Luckily it didn't become aggresive like its mother who bites ANYONE or ANYTHING that might hover around her tummy area.
     Most of the time, Ratana would jump on the table where the TV is placed and blocked the ENTIRE screen when someone is watching. He would suddenly sprint from the other side of the room to accumulate speed and then he would jump in front of the TV half-skidding and he would sit there grooming himself until someone who is worthy of his physical charm and presence would stomp over and either carry him gently on to the floor or grabbing him roughly by the scruff of his neck and make him fly out to the front door if it is opened.

THIS CAT DEMANDS ATTENTION

      Ratana loves squeezing into tight spaces such as the Mandarin oranges box, the basket my mom always brings to the tamu for vegetable-shopping, our empty and opened luggage bags, a clean and empty trash bin with the plastic bag on, a clean and empty trash bin without the plastic bag on, in the cupboard and in this example below:

-_-

     Ratana also has this weird habit of drinking ANYTHING that isn't hot in our mugs. He drinks green tea, water, cola, milk coffee, milo, nestum, shandy, beer etc as long as it's not hot. So we must never leave our drinks on the table unattended or he might do something like this:

Weird. Though I still love him.

Babushka the Family Cat

     Our family cat Booboo aka Babushka/Moopkins ran away. They say when a cat runs away from home, there are two reasons: One, he is off to find a mate. Two, he is off to die. Now, Booboo is already neutered as soon as he is old enough to be. So the only sure thing we can make out is that our beloved Booboo has died somewhere in the woods across the neighborhood mosque.

Booboo when he was still healthy with healthy cheek fat

     I am not surprised. Booboo is fairly old. He is turning 7 years old this year. He had stuck with us for 7 long years! He always slept near our knees when he guessed it was our bedtime. And then we would wake up in the middle of the night to find him hogging our blanket and taking up 60-70% of our bed space. Then we would tug at our blanket roughly until it jerked him awake but then he would just move away and sleep in the curve of our necks or next to our pillow. 

Booboo (he got thinner and was starting to get sick during the picture is taken) absorbing the intellectual power of knowledge from the Reader's Digest Amazing Facts book

      All of us secretly missed him even though we don't really show it. Especially my dad. He has the most outstanding poker face of all time and looked like he doesn't give a shiitake mushroom about anything but I know he misses Booboo very much. "Ada sudah si Booboo?" my dad would enquire as a matter-of-fact kind of way. Booboo would always rub his body around dad's legs because they were so hairy and he thought my dad's legs are his fluffy buddy or something.

     Booboo was born early in 2009 and moved with us to Telupid from Tawau when he was a kitten. He stayed with us in Telupid my entire secondary school years (my hell-on-earth years) and then moved with us to Ranau in late 2013 when I finished my SPM exams. Then two years later we moved back to Telupid after I finished my Form Six. Yeah, we transfer a LOT. Thanks, Dad. -_-

     I am only 70% sure that Booboo is still alive. People in the small town where I live are mostly cat lovers so I know he must have gone to another house and the residence there would find him such a poor, weak cat and fed him (He was weak and quiet during the Christmas season). He is a very picky eater so I feel sorry for anyone who wanted to feed him something other than boiled fish or cat biscuits soaked in tap water. Booboo does NOT eat chicken. He has no love for pork either.

     I'm gonna miss you, Booboo. Do not fret, we will always be ready to welcome you back home no matter how long it would take us to wait.

From left: Ratana Rat-tat-tats aka Poop Machine, Booboo aka Babushka/Moopkins

P0SH F00D 4 P0SH PE0PLE PART 1

I have this habit of arranging my food in "interesting" ways

     We ate at Pizza Hut at my chilhood hometown Sandakan; the same day I received my first debit card. It took me quite a few minutes to arrange my meal so it would look acceptable on camera. I was quite hungry at that time so I didn't have time to remove that ugly sauce-stained plate at the back.

     My aunt came along with us to eat at the luxurious diner and she was so funny when she saw the sweet barbeque chicken arrive at our table. It looked dark and shiny and it smelled HEAVENLY. Not to sound racist or impose skin color discrimination but she said, "Aik! Kenapa ini ayam jadi India suda?" It means, "Whoa! Why did this chicken turned Indian?"

     It sounded a LOT funnier when she said it. I laughed the entire meal. I am so, so guilty on laughing about it because it's like I'm making fun of other people's race and skin color :< But I just can't help it! Maybe it's not the content of the joke my aunt said but the way she said it that made me laugh. She's very funny most of the time xD

     The meal was VERY filling. I couldn't finish my second slice of pizza. It's normal. I get full very quickly. Probably because I enjoy my meals and eat them very slowly to SAVOR THE FLAVOR!!! The fries were okay; it tasted just like any other french fries I've had. The pizza? I only enjoyed eating the fat crust stuffed with delicious, rich and chewy Mozarella cheese. Oh man, when you bite it, it's so soft and fluffy yet a bit crunchy because of the slightly burnt dough on some areas. And when you chew it slowly you can taste that sweet, savoury cheese flavour on the sides and the back of your tongue and you just want that flavour to stay there FOREVER and ever and ever and ever and

     The barbeque chicken! To be honest, I cannot remember the last time we at at Pizza Hut (We seldom eat at this kind of restaurants). Probably once a year or twice... Yes, the chicken. I ENJOY eating the skin and the coating! It's sweet, and a bit sour, very savoury. Crunchy, yet so tender... I cannot even describe it properly without saliva building up in my mouth at this very moment! The juices went all the way into the chicken meat and the meat... The MEAT inside! I don't even like eating meat but this... THIS particular meat is the ONLY exception. It tasted remarkable especially when you dip it into the sweet chili sauce they provided.

     It's going to take maybe half a year more before we enter another Pizza Hut door. But that's alright. I shall wait for the next food euphoria no matter how long it takes. Time and distance makes the heart grow fonder, they say.

I'll be waiting.

Getting My First Debit Card at BIMB Sandakan

     This happened only yesterday. We left Telupid early in the morning, for your useless information. When my mom and sisters finished renewing their passports (we spent 1 and a half hours in that air-conditioned building), we head to the only BIMB in Sandakan at Mile 4.

     We found out the front entrance of the bank couldn't be opened because of some technical difficulties so we were told to enter through the back door or something. When we finally entered, it was PACKED with humans. There was even a ginormous balloon arch near the still locked entrance and this made the small crowded space even MORE smaller.

     As usual, I don't know what to do there so my mom asked the security guard on what to do if you want to claim your debit card. The guard gave me an "Application for Debit/Credit Card" form or something like that and then suddenly my mom just went from Mrs I'm-so-relieved-that-we-finished-our-business-at-JPN Immigration-I'm-so-happy to Mrs. Angry Panky If You Mess with Me You'll Get a Spanky.

    So when my mom became Mrs Angry she would talk in her native Iban language.

When I was waiting for the guy to finish filling out his form at the table, my mom was all, "Okay, after him, you go straight to the table."

     When I forgot my address (My family moved a lot so we don't really care about memorizing our home address since we're going to move in a few years anyway), I asked for our church's address from my mom and she was all, "Why can't you be ready for things like this? See, now I have to find the damn paper (that contains our church address) in my purse and there's so many people here!Next time, write it in your phones; that's what phones are for!" and so on.

     It's a good thing she talked in Iban. There's a small chance people around us could understand what she's talking about.

     When it was time for me to hand the form to the lady at the desk, my mom scolded me again "Why won't you hand the paper to her?See, other people already took your place?That's why lah you," and so on.

     I need to wait my turn okay, mummy? And that person is already sitting there even BEFORE I got the application form... Besides, we're not in a rush anyway. You didn't hear me nagging in Iban when I waited for you guys waiting for your renewed passports for ONE WHOLE HOUR, did you? No, I waited patiently. I even need to go to the toilet that time but I didn't even need to tell you because I AM TOO NICE.

     It's the crowd that made her like that. Because when we were still outside the bank, her mood is fine like...silk? xD

     When the lady ask me if I already know my bank account number, I tried to explain that all I have to do now is to claim the debit--

     Then my mom cut me off and explained everything for me. -__- Mummy, I thought you wanted me to do all this by myself and "Belajar" but what are you doing? Maybe this is why I'm so spoilt and blur because everything was already done for me. Which is convenient :P but still, sooner or later I have to do it all alone without anyone's help, right?

     Anyway, when I finally got my debit card, I stared at it for a moment. It looked cool because it was black in color. I won't post my debit card here; that would be foolish. And using the ATM machine for the first time (with my younger sister's help) was fun too. I never interacted with an ATM machine before and yesterday was the first time. I deposited the required amount of Ringgit into the account to activate it (or so the lady told me) and I was so...jakun. Starstrucked! Amazed! Like the ATM machine is the most modern and sophisticated invention in the whole wide world.

     I slipped the ringgit note the wrong way at first. I folded it and tried stuffing the note into the slot thingy. Luckily my sister blocked everyone's view so it's not that humiliating. She told me to open the note and slide it in horizontally.

     By then, my mom's mood turned back to normal and she asked me if I wanted to check my balance to see if the amount of ringgit is already in my bank account. So me and my sister rushed to the other side of the ATM machines to check my balance. My sister guided me through the whole process. It was quite fun and I was full of wonder just by pressing buttons and keying in numbers.

     I looked into the ATM screen and marvel at the moderately huge amount of money in my bank account. And I smiled as the three digit number glared back at me. This is my starting money. This is a sign that I am phasing into a new world. The world of adulthood. The world of independence. The world of the unknown. What did I just write... xD

Opening a Savings Account for the First Time

  I have to open a savings account at BIMB (I think it stands for Bank Islam Malaysia Berhad?) at KK and then claiming the debit card at the BIMB branch in Sandakan (I'll write about that later). It was VERY embarrassing on both occasions.
     When I was at the KK BIMB, we had to line up at the front desk. There were so many people and I don't see a proper line so we had to fight our way to get the desk lady's attention. My dad then told her that I need to open a new bank account.
     "Surat tawaran dan IC" she said. So I passed my documents to my dad because I was far at the back of the crowd.

When we were waiting for the form, the lady then asked "Where's the 20 year old?"
     I raised my hand but the lady looked at my younger sister instead. She's fifteen and 162cm and an athlete. When the lady FINALLY saw me (Remember, we were in the middle of a crowd), she was like "Masyallah" or something like that, "Kau pula ni yang kakak" I AM the 20 year old, lady.  

ME.

Yes, I am only 148cm tall but in this country, it's THE average height for 20 year old girls. Maybe. At least in Sabah. I've seen shorter and more petite than me, people! Don't act so surprised. I'm talking to you, lady at the front desk T~T

I keep pestering the lady at the desk (Operation Manager??Operation Officer?) on filling the form for opening a savings account .___. I am so thankful and happy that she is very patient and friendly because I looked like a total blurred nincompoop. And when my number was announced (The TV screen said I must go to Counter 4), I cannot even see the counters anywhere! My dad and two younger sisters were all,
     "What dehell are you standing there for, GO!!"
     "It's your number, pigi la!"
     "GABBY!"
 And I was like, "Where's the counter? What? Where am I suppose to go?" *Blur mode activated*
     They were so noisy they didn't even (hear) listen to me...

People started to stare... I noticed one auntie with a quite impressively stylish tudung and her expression was very similar to this:

 

      I felt my ears getting warm. It means I'm embarrassed. After a few seconds, to my relief, the lady at the desk told me to "Masuk the right hallway then go inside". I dragged my younger sister to accompany me on my walk of shame to my final destination: Counter number 4.

So I found out the counters were placed BEHIND a funking funky wall. It was VERY hidden. You wouldn't even KNOW it was there unless someone told you. It was weird. The lady at the desk, the ATM machines, the tables for filling out the forms, the security guard, the TV screen for showing our numbers and counter numbers are all at the front and visible to the naked eye. But suddenly, the counters were at the back? Blocked by a wall. And the hallway was dark and I don't remember seeing any signboards that say, "THIS WAY TO THE COUNTERS"

     When I gave all the documents and my ticket number to the lady in Counter 4, she started reading the papers I gave her like she's trying to solve a very perplexing matrix equation.
     Several thoughts rushed through my mind.
"Am I at the wrong counter? No, TV screen said it's Counter 4. Am I too late? No, I arrived on time. TV screen still said that my number goes to Counter 4. Then why is she frowning like that? Oh no, maybe I didn't fill the forms correctly. But the lady at the desk said it's all good. WHY IS SHE FROWNING?!"

     "Adik, itu orang kat kaunter depan sana suruh pegi sini ye?" she said to me with a worried look. I tried my best writing down her Semenanjung accent :'D she sounds posh btw.
 "Iya" I answered with my Sabahan accent.
 "Dia ada cakap Biometric?" she asked again, or at least that's what I remembered. I was thinking, what is all this biometric hullabaloo shiitake?
"Uh, dia ada tulis tu di belakang kertas sana," I explained. I succeeded in preventing my voice from getting cracked.

     Her friend at the next counter then showed her my ticket number and the lady was all, "Astagfirullah" and all other things (I don't even know how to spell it), "Sorry, sorry!"

     Being the laid-back patient young lady that I am (in public), I just laughed and smiled at her for making me worry so much about nothing. "Oh, tidak apa juga ma'am" :))))))) My heart was beating fast and my knees were starting to buckle but I managed to keep a smiling face anyway because I'm good at stuff like that.

     After a few minutes, she told me to hand the documents back to the lady at the desk and tell the lady to say "Everything is already done". I said thanks then gave my documents to the desk lady. Then the desk lady gave me the Deposit Marketing Executive's number and told me to Whatsapp this person after three days to verify whether my account has been validated or something like that.

     I said thanks and we got out of that huge building as fast as we can to prevent any more embarrassments from happening.

A Belated Birthday Gift

     Last Saturday I was at my church's weekly youth meeting and I got this

Photography skills: 8/10 (words are not focused enough as it is blurry)

Editing Skills: 9.5/10 (You WILL notice)

     If you look closely, you'd notice a tiny bit of blueish smudge on the bottom right of the note (where her name used to be). I did my best in blurring it out since she wanted to be anonymous when I told her I'm going to post this. (It's not like anyone's gonna read this blog anyway T~T but yes, I respect her decision)

     This was given to me by my friend. Let's call her Jane, since the name "Jane" is quite common and it could belong to anybody. Actually, the black notebook was originally given to me on my birthday. She only get to give this fabulous novel about four months after my birthday.

     It was really sweet of her to slip in a little note inside the novel. To me, it made the birthday gift much more meaningful. It definitely shows that this gift is sincerely from the bottom of Jane's heart and I really appreciate the effort, the time, and the money she took to do something like this.

     According to the note, I think Jane is trying to say that "Cash as a birthday gift is not appropriate (in her opinion) and instead, spending money to buy something for the people we love and care about is much more acceptable". She mentioned the "money as a birthday gift" thing because I mentioned to her before that if you don't know what to buy for someone as a birthday present, just give them cash because everybody loves cash." Hahaha... I guess she didn't take the hint but that's alright, because I LOVE reading books.

     And she chose EXACTLY the right kind of book for me too! A few weeks back, while we were playing RebirthRO online, she was telling me about a movie she saw and it was based on the Miss Peregrine book. So she got me this book. It was the third novel so it was a little bit confusing to me when I first read it because the plot is kind of in the middle already and I have no idea what happened before that. Still, Ransom Riggs' writing style is definitely my type of thing to read so i enjoyed reading it.

     Ahh, Jane just knows the right things to get for me as a birthday present. I am so, SO blessed to have a friend like her. I have to mention it here, she can be REALLY hilarious at times. And adorable too, especially in the online game I forced invited her to play. She is the type of friend you DREAM you would have because it's really rare for you to find people as honest, loyal and understanding as Jane.

     It's going to take me a few more days to finish the book since I am going through a phase which I would call "The Hibernation Week" because I feel more sleepy and weak and tired (I suffer from mild to moderate anemia) since it's "that time of the month again" and I want it to be over as soon as possible.

I should stop here.

My Form Six Lecturers at SMK Mat Salleh Ranau

     To my Form Six lecturers and everyone who knew them, keep in mind that what I am going to write after this paragraph is very frank, comes straight from the bottom of my heart and at this time of the day (it's 3.30pm now), I don't really give a shiitake mushroom about hurting anyone's feelings so

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

     I'm going to start with my favourite teacherrrrr~ <3

CIKGU FAUZIAH who taught us Geography!

 

She looks like the female version of Alan Cumming. Big beautiful eyes. And the same eyebrows :P She's got the most beautiful eyebrows. The Frida Kahlo (google her) type. *-*

    

     In my entire school life (if I remembered correctly), Cikgu Fauziah is probably the funniest female teacher I had EVER had! There was NEVER a dull moment (I shiitake you not!) whenever she entered our classroom. 

Cigu Fauziah: Ok, kamu tau itu pepatah "Diam-diam ubi berisi" kan? Nah, semua kamu mesti jadi macam ubi. Minda kamu mesti "berisi". Bukan ubi yang sudah kena makan bakas.

Translation: Ok, so you all know the phrase "Quiet-quiet the stuffed potato" right? Therefore, all of you must be like a potato. Your mind needs to be "stuffed". Not like a potato that has been eaten by a warthog/pig.

PS: I suck at translation. It sounds so ridiculous when translated to English >_> By the way, "Diam-diam ubi berisi" is a Malay phrase. I think the phrase is used to describe someone whose superior intellect and "smartness? xD" is not known to anyone and that person kept it well-hidden. Or well-kept it hidden. Or hidden it well-kept. *Sobs*

And this is when the GST (Government Service Tax) was all the rage and we were discussing about it:

Wanie: Cigu, durang bilang GST ada maksud yang lain lagi. Durang bilang GST tu maksud dia "Gali Sendiri Tanah". (We were also talking about real estate and cabbage-planting xD, I think.)

Cikgu Fauziah: Tanah apa? Gali tanah kuburmu sendiri?

Translation:

Wanie: Teacher, they say that the GST has another meaning. They said the GST also stands for "Dig Your Own Land".

Cikgu Fauziah: What kind of land? You mean dig your own grave?

*And we all laughed so hard*

     She was also onced frustrated with me. She gave me a stack of worksheets to hand out to the rest of my classmates and when I placed the extra worksheets on her table, she said "Letak macam begini/ Put it like this" then she starts moving her hands in a circular-like motion but I didn't really get her so I kinda fumbled with the papers for a while, awkwardly turning the paper this way and that. Then she said "Tsk! Bukan...", then she took the papers from my hands semi-roughly and placed it horizontally on the table. 

     Horizontally. (Melintang). Maybe I'm just stupid at that time because it was so SIMPLE~

Okay. She could have just said, "Kasi letak itu kertas melintang/ Place the papers horizontally" and everything will end smoothly :'D 

     I am the easily offended, sensitive type of person. So even a minor frustration from my favorite teacher like that could send my mind off to a different dimension, contemplating the hundreds of possible reasons on why she hated my existence so much that she wanted me to UN- EXIST.  Now that I think about it, it's not really that big of a deal at all (haha....)

      Or maybe she just had a bad day and the whole teacher-work thing is stressing her out and I'm just taking all of it too personally. Which I only understand now T~T

     Cikgu Fauziah, you have brought sunshine into my pale, cloudy, grey heart every time we had Geography. And I am sorry I never got a mark higher than a C- on my Geography tests.

CIKGU SUPRIN who taught us Economics!

     

     Cikgu Suprin has a loud booming voice. During our first semester, my ears can barely withstand his excellent voice projection technique as you can still clearly hear it from the basketball court about 10++ metres away. That's why I sat at the back of the class in the second semester. He has semi-dark skin, pot belly (LOL) and a great sense of humor! He always used the "Langsat" fruit as part of an example whenever he taught us about economics, which is interesting. And we only understand a difficult theory/question when he included the langsat fruit as part of it. "Bayangkan kamu mau beli 10 kilo langsat/Ok, bank ini ada simpan 5 kilo langsat/ Ok, firma ini ada kilang membuat jus langsat/ harga langsat menaik, jadi permintaan langsat menurun" Those kinds of examples.

     He is a very laid-back teacher. And he made our Economics assignments sound so damn easy and he gave us all an A+ on it too (Not that it helps my GPA that much).  Here are his

3 GOLDEN TIPS FOR SUCCESS

1. Do business. Make money. Get rich. Don't work for the government. Make money. Make money.

2. Work at an oil rig for Petronas so you can get big money.

3. Be a singer on Akademi Fantasia so you can get money.

4. Be a Langsat Dealer.

     So basically all he talks about is money. Which is not bad at all since we all enjoyed it because he mentions the langsat fruit at all times.

      Oh yeah, when the rest of the class found the mysterious RM150 between the pages of the attendance file on the teacher's desk in the classroom, they all assumed it was secretly from him. When it was actually ME who put that envelope in there but nobody, NOBODY knew about it back then. Hehehehe... 

     The funniest part is when they confronted him and his face was 

like this   O____O 

to this     :I

and then this        ,':) 

and finally this  :>

     But that's alright. I just love to see the happy faces on my lovely classmates and my teacher's golden expressions. I hope you live a happy life, cikgu!

CIKGU AGNES who taught General Studies!

     This sweet lady smiles 100% of the entire time. I am NOT joking. Even if she's correcting our worksheet she still has a slight upward curve on her lips. Even when she tried to think of a new idea she has this slight smirk which still passed off as a smile. And she always grins and smile. I remember we once failed on a test and she was kinda frustrated so she was all

"Ha? Kamu semua gagal? Cikgu <3 CEKIK <3 kamu lama-lama!" ^__^

Translation: "What? You all failed? Sooner or later I am going to <3 CHOKE~~! <3 all of you!" ^__^

     She's the sweetest teacher I had EVER had. Like seriously, really sweet. Sometimes I just wished she could scold us for a little bit. She sometimes bring her 6 year old son to our afternoon classes and he's so shy with us. He onced tried to scribble on our wall but Cikgu Agnes calmly and gently prevent him from doing so. This one time he didn't want to sit still and kept making noises but my teacher just gently tried to shush him up. Maybe she's trying to set a good image in front of her students. Maybe at home, she whips her son and became the ultimate tiger mom >_> who knows.

      I love Cikgu Agnes. I don't care HOW boring Pengajian Am syllabus can get; as long as I can listen to her talk about ANYTHING related to Pengajian Am, then I'm all ears. 

      There's a downside to her good-natured sweet motherly personality towards us. She didn't really push me or force me to do better at my Pengajian Am assignment. It was horrible T~T I know I don't need to be pushed or forced to do my responsibilities (I was freaking 19 at that time) but I really wished she would still force me to do a better job.

     Cikgu Agnes, I aspire to be a teacher just like you. But I will rule the class with an iron fist in a velvet glove. I hope you have a happy life teaching!

CIKGU ASRIAH who taught us History!

     Now this is the type of teacher who rules with an iron fist in an iron glove! (Like Cikgu Felicia (I hope I get her name right) our History teacher when Cikgu Asriah was on leave) She has the most beautiful skin ever. Very fair. She has a fairly ectomorphic body. She asked each and every one of us questions about the topic she was teaching. She forcefully asks for our opinions about the historical characters in the textbooks. She never leaves anyone out. She forced us to do a good job on our History assignment and I really did my best but I think I only got a B+ T~T Damn you, MPM... 

     She has this catch phrase whenever there's a test coming up or when she's giving advice etc:

"Kalau kamu tidak ingat fakta-fakta ni masa menjawab soalan nanti, kirim salam saja la"

"Kalau kamu tidak hantar itu proposal sebelum hari Jumaat tepat jam 12 tengah hari, kirim salam saja la"

"Kalau kamu gagal STPM tidak dapat masuk U, kirim salam saja la"

     Salam diterima, Cikgu. T~T PS: Too lazy to translate)

     We were all so afraid whenever she ask us a question on the History topics because it's so difficult to answer and we always had to find the facts in the textbook and present it in a professional way but I think we got the hang of it starting the second semester so that turned out fine. 

     Oh yeah, her face is VERY similar to the actress Lucy Punch from Bad Teacher. 

 

 She looks like this whenever we didn't live up to her expectations. Which is scary.

     So you can imagine how pretty my History teacher is ^_^ If she dyed her hair red or blonde, she would definitely look like Lucy Punch.

     Thank you for you tough love, Cikgu Asriah~

SIR DUANIS who taught us MUET! (Basically English)

 

     He looks like this. Not the kid. The grandpa. But with darker hair, darker skin and more fit-looking. But somehow he walks just like the grandpa haha... Sir Duanis is (or was xD) an athlete, I think... So I assume he's physically healthy. He has a WIDE range of vocabulary and that's why I am impressed by him. But sometimes he mixed things up. For example, the topic that day was about Synonyms and he tried explaining the word "burrow". He taught us that "burrow" means digging/rabbit hole or whatever xD and that there's another meaning for the word "burrow" apart from "digging/rabit hole or whatever". Then he wrote "wheelburrow" on the whiteboard underneath the word "burrow". Maybe he did in on purpose to see if anyone is smart enough to correct it? I cannot remember anything else after that moment because I went blur and speechless.

     Sir Duanis is very strict towards us students. Since I was a new student in that school and didn't know anything, the rest of my classmates were all so worried about our upcoming first MUET class and how unfortunate we are to have Sir Duanis as our MUET teacher. 

     To me, I think Sir Duanis as our english language teacher is the best thing that ever happened to us. Oh yeah, he also has a catch phrase. 

     "If you don't pass the test, I WILL KILL YUH"

     "If you cannot answer this simple primary school english question, I WILL KILL YUH"

     "If you don't come to school tomorrow, I WILL KILL YUH"

PS: YUH= You. Sir Duanis pronounced it as "ju:h" instead of just "ju:"(Ignore this if you don't know what phonetic symbols are)

     

     I love it when Sir Duanis taught us MUET. And he's so funny especially when he walks. It's like marching mixed with stomping while stooping.

     I hope, in the future, I will meet another english teacher who is as awesome as you, Sir Duanis. 

     So there you have it. All five of my Form Six teachers/lecturers/sensei/guru/shifu. I really wished I could just go back to our first day of class and experience the wonderful joys of being in each and every one of these teachers' class once more.

     Sooner or later, they will find out about this blog and they will start sharpening their samurai swords, reloading their bakakuks (it's some kind of a shotgun hmm not sure), hiring assassins and hitmans, meet up with a shaman to curse me, hone up their choking skills and death glare--

I should stop here.