Yeah, if you're feelin like deja vu, it's not. I copy paste one entry unto 2 blogs - goes to show how lazy I am nowadays with the online world.

Had three days of energy sucking fun. Fun, yes. Energy sucking, uhuh, that one too. It's for the kindergarten that we'll be opening soon (still struggling on the finance, forgive me if these past few weeks I have shown a pisau-cukur side of me. The lack of money turns any normal women into vultures.) It's weird, since I never been in a kindergarten. I never knew how it feels like to be in a nursery school, being someone who lompat terus masuk darjah satu. Apparently it's a lot of fun and games <- kesian, budak jakun...

I think the ustaz loved us just for the fact that we came from a religious school, which means, we would not have to struggle as much in trying to maintain an Islamic preschool. I do think it's important what with how badly things are today. So many people that I knew can't read jawi. Like Nad said, it's a fundamental thing. If you can't read jawi, it means that you can't read the Quran. How does someone who can't spell/read the Quran gets to pray?

In a way, I do sometimes feel like I am in some sort of a weird meeting room (where it is held). Being in a place with lots of preschool teachers, at times they tend to talk to you as if you're a six year old, and being a monotonous person (with adults), I sometimes feel like I'm being surrounded by the army of Willy Wonka. Or lots of Bree Van De Kamps.

On second day, I had to borrow Nad's tudung because I was wearing my low-necked dress and my tudung wasn't long enough to cover the chest area.

"Breast-enhancing tudung?" Nad asked and laughed, so she lend hers. Thank God.

Earlier that day, we too were asked to wear the official staff's bib that somehow makes me feel like Lee Yound-Ae in "Jewel in the Palace" and kept puttiing my hand inside the pocket and went, "Dae, Han sanggeum."

At the same time, we had the chance to spend more time with Adam (I mean Nad's baby, not the CO staff or the guy who manages the MS Powerpoint throughout the course...). Last night, I managed to sing him new made-up lullabies which I do think is giving Nad a headache (for poisoning her son's head). Haha. Like the song "Syarikat Pinjaman Wang Berlesen";

"Oh Adam, jangan pinjam wang,
di syarikat pinjaman wang berlesen,
nanti tangan kena potong,
dan rumah kena cat warna merah,
sebab walaupun nama dia berlesen,
tapi dia sebenarnya AhLong juga..."

atau lagu "Ramly Burger";

"Why la west, Ramly burger is the best..."
(this verse isn't my original lyric...)

atau lagu "Obama ke Apa ke tak penting";

"Oh Adam, tak kira siapa juga Presiden Amerika,
if you're a Muslim, you still akan ditimpa bencana..."

Finally Mun sighed and said, "Nad, aku rasa ko kena carikan suami untuk Shai ni sebab aku rasa die perlukan anak sendiri untuk diracunkan mindanya..."

I think that's why God still let me be a bachelorette. I must stop poisoning the young minds first. I think if I have a kid, he/she would be burdened with lullabies about MNC scare, Freemason conspiracies, scientific study of Mamat Khalid and Sam Raimi's movies and how to identify useless men.

Finally, after seeing how the 6 months old kiddo kept creasing his forehead at my 'beautiful' voice and hard-hiting emotional lyrics (ha), I thought it was time to sing him a real song. So I sang Rabbani's "Anak Soleh" to the lil one, and he seemed to like it. And put his head gently on my chest....

.... only to realise that the kid is actually hungry, so I give him back to Nad to breastfeed.

Sorry kiddo, these boobs are made for walking... (huh?)

I think I'm not fit to be writing normally at the moment. Lemme get a rest first.