when I was growing up,
I was actually being surrounded with people who had chosen at least something to do with teaching as their careers.
but somehow I managed to escape being involved in the teaching field.
why? don't ask me, I also don't know why.
I started reading (and yeah talking) at a very young age.
so, I decided to teach my cousins ABC and also all the nursery rhymes.
(ya Allah nerd-nya aku dari kecikkkk)
but of course it didn't work,
they just said to me
"nyanyi lagu london bridge jap.sambil main dekat luar k"
nyanyi?london bridge?outside the house?
ONNNNNNNN!
but still the noob amalina didn't realise that she was being bullied all along.
with determination,
I kept on asking them to "sign-up" to my "class"
(which was underneath my grandmother's staircase outside the house)
with a very pointy rock,
I carved all those alphabets on the wall,
and I can hear my grandmother shouted from the front door
"APA KAU BUAT NIIIIII?!"
"APA KAU BUAT NIIIIII?!"
and all of us will lari-sambil-menjerit
"bodoh la hang ni kenapa buat macam tuuuuu?!"
but trust me, that wasn't the last time it happened.
muehehehehhehehehe
after SPM, at least once a week I will go to my acik's house (bonda's big bro)
because being the first grandchild in my small family
(and also the only girl)
I had to help those three boys (my acik's sons) with their schoolworks.
MUEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE
amalina with power to teach and access to rotan,
not good. not good.
Mu'az is the second child,
and yeah he's the most ermmm shall I say hardworking?
and he will ask me everything that he doesn't know and will ask if he doesn't understand.
so one student, no problem.
Muhaimin is the youngest.
my kamceng cousin yet can be my enemy.
he's very bright,you just have to tell him once and yeah the info is already somewhere in his brain.
BUT.
pemalasnya ya Allah.
our "tutoring lesson" was after dinner,
and Muhaimin, he will sit in front of me with his books,
and after 5 minutes,
he looked at me and said
"Mimin lapar lah. nak buat roti telur. kakak nak tak?"
"tapi kamu baru makan kan mimin?"
I said.
"ha'ah tapi lapar lagi"
can you imagine how I wanted to rotan him piap piap piap.
so instead of being accused of penderaan kanak-kanak,
I just gave him two options
I just gave him two options
"kamu duduk sini habiskan semua latihan ni lepastu kamu makan la apa kamu nak,
ataupun kamu pergi buat roti kamu tu, MAKAN SAMPAI HABIS walaupun kamu nak muntah,
lepastu malam ni tidur lambat sebab kamu kena habiskan homework kamu.
ha pilih la"
he chose the first option but yeah I had to listen to his
"kakak bukan kakak mimin. mimin tak sayang kakak"
for an hour and a half.
did I mention about Asyraf the first child?
no?
because he was busy playing games at that time.so he wasn't my student.
he just came to me once and said
"tolong kejap lukis peta untuk folio geografi"
he just came to me once and said
"tolong kejap lukis peta untuk folio geografi"
"bila nak?"
"esok nak hantar"
"esok nak hantar"
so this kerja-bertangguh lies in genes then?
but I had to give them reward because they studied.
yup, you got it right.
I,ME,AMALINA, had to give THEM reward for studying.
how cool is that?
that's my cousins,people.
that's my cousins,people.
I couldn't choose, I had to accept both of their options.
whether I like it or not,
I HAD TO ACCEPT.
1. every 5 p.m, I had to walk with them or drove them to the mini market and waited for them to buy whatever they want.
which basically, I had to pay for all their snacks.
-__________________-"
to think, that wasn't true.
sometimes, they did spoil their kakak with ice-creams and crisps.
hihihihihihihihihihihihi
2. every 10 p.m, I had to play games with them
which most of the time was this "lawan-lawan" game on their PSII
which ended up I had to shout to stop them from fighting because Muhaimin started shouting at Mu'az and Asyraf
"PENIPU! MAIN TIPU! MIMIN NAK TUTUP PS NI!"
with one foot on the PS or hand on the main switch.
or
"bagi la mimin main pulakkkkkk"
every.single.day.
macam perang dunia ketiga tahu tak bising nya?
I felt sorry for the neighbours.
in case their neighbours are reading this,
sorry neighbours on behalf of the three musketeers.

last night (Malaysia)
I have reached the highest level of boredom,
after taught my abah how to play temple run,
instead of feeling guilty of not studying, I decided to log on to my twitter account.
and taraaaaa the result.






*yawns*

Hi, my name is Amalina.
Azreen is not my name though.
it's encik beliau's name.
why on earth his name is on that twitter account too?
because it's his account too. basically we are sharing the same account.
trying to be sweet?
nahhhhhh.
more to, both of us are too lazy to have our own account.
you should know us better.
laziness level 99 achieved!
P/S : one day, Mimin came home from school and phoned me,
"kakak,thank you. Mimin dapat nombor 3 dalam kelas.ibeliuuuuu"
*letak telefon*
ibeliu : i love you
"kakak,thank you. Mimin dapat nombor 3 dalam kelas.ibeliuuuuu"
*letak telefon*
ibeliu : i love you
Assalamualaikum
oh my engrish?impossibru!




