L I Y A N A' S . S E C R E T S


K O O K Y . G I R L
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.MY NAME.
Aimiliyana Shamsuddin

.BIRTHDAY.
15th December 1982

.SIGN.
Saggitarius

.I AM....
An obsessive compulsive who relish in organized mess, with a creative imagination and gets highly excited about purple monkeys.

.LOVES.
- Books
- Children
- Beaches
- Chocolates
- Rain
- Bigmo :)

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Friday, July 08, 2005
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Hoarse Referees

Mood: Scratchy throats

This week have been really testing for me. The kids not only tried to test my limits, but their true colours are showing. Some are so caring, adorable, huggable and kissable but the rest are like midget demons from hell! [no offence to the midget demons from hell.]

The guys would talk when I talk, they would imitate the way I teach, dig their nose and wipe it on the girls' hair, zone out when they are supposed to do their worksheet and keep colouring their works with unimaginable colour combinations.

The girls would get distracted at all things crawling, fluttering, the brooches I wear, the clothes I wear and even the perfume I used. They would compliment is endlessly just so they could get a compliment from me in return. And they would try to 'please' me by doing their works as nice as possible regardless of the mountains of spelling mistakes that they accumulate.

And with those two genders combined, who love to collect dead ants, bluetack, coloured paper and attention from me, all hell have broken loose at that centre.

Just imagine screaming for one boy to stop hiding behind the pillar when I was teaching for 3 hrs.
Calling a girl's name who cannot stop talking to her partner about her dead fish. Shaking in anger when one of the boys peeped at a girl while she was in the little girls' room.

I need Strepsils.. I need a throat reliever... I need to be away from kids during the weekend.


posted by AimiLiyana 8:59 pm