biskut coklat plastik kuning

*cough*cough*

Assalamualaikum. Hello. Everyone. Err whoever reading this right now...Hi.

tak tahu macam mana nak mula. hurm. OK. sekarang ini tak rasa macam ada 24 jam sehari. rasa macam terlampau melampau sekejap. pup pap pup pap dah malam. OMG. manakan tidak, keluar kerja pukul 7 pagi. balik rumah pukul 5.15 petang. hey bukankah cikgu biasa balik awal? TIDAK SEMESTINYA.

walaupun begitu, aku suka kerja begini. bercampur gaul dengan kanak-kanak yang sungguh menceriakan dan gemar membuat aku ketawa melampau dengan lawak kering tahap umur mereka. aku ni sudahlah seorang pengketawa dahsyat dalam dunia.

sekarang, mereka mendambakan Chipsmore kepunyaan guru mereka yang satu ini. entah kenapa. Chipsmore je padahal. serta-merta jadi budiman, berbudi bahasa dan gentleman tahap sepuluh semata-mata mahukan biskut coklat yang satu ini.YA biskut coklat kepunyaan aku ini. yang aku beli kat Tesco, bawa dari rumah, simpan dalam laci meja sebagai breakfast setiap pagi (sebab selalu tak sempat breakfast kat kantin). CHIPSMORE HAZELNUT PLASTIK KUNING .

sudahnya?Chipsmore yang aku baru bawa semalam kononnya nak buat bekal seminggu DAH HABIS. habis sebab bagi reward dekat kanak-kanak atas perbuatan baik mereka. ganjaran kerana berkelakuan baik dan budiman terhadap guru, jadi guru harus bagi biskut.YA BISKUT YANG GURU PUNYA DALAM PLASTIK KUNING ITU.

'misssss nakkkk coooookieeeeeeeeee'

I just can't get over it.

Dear future Izzati, 
in 10 years, please tell the boys about this. And ask them to ganti your Chipsmore. Don't worry. They should have their own money by then. They should be 20 years old, 10 years from now.

Freak Out

I was in the middle of the classroom, answering all sorts of questions from FORTY 8-years-old kids around me. Luckily, I managed to calm everyone down.
Suddenly...

Kid D : Teacher, what is your son's name?
Me : Sorry honey what did you said?
Kid D : Your children. What are their names?
Me : Oh dear I don't have any child yet.
Kid D : Why teacher?
Me : I'm not married yet. See I'm not wearing any ring. (showing my pretty fingers)
Kid D : But why you are not married?
Me : Because I'm still young (smile).
Kid D : No you're not.
Me : *ketap gigi* I AM YOUNG.


Just so you know, we'll join the mid-twenties-club this year. THAT freaked me out.
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My 8 years old kids are funny-peeps-with-cuteness-overloaded.
(1) They cannot differentiate numbers in ages just yet. On the very first day of school I asked them to guess my age. Tekaan yang diterima ialah melampaui batasan pemikiran.
31!
28!
43!
99! (laughs)
56!
21!
18! (this made me smile HAHAHA)

(2) They are talking in high-pitched-voice. I am becoming one of them now. Oh gosh gosh gosh.

(3) They love me so much they like to smell me. YES. SMELL ME. Do I smell like lavender? PUHAHAHA.

Talking about getting married, one of my Y4 kids wrote PN. IZZATI on her book. I explained to everyone that I'm not married yet so they should write CIK IZZATI or MISS IZZATI on their books.

Then one boy asked me...

Boy : Miss tengah cari jodoh ke?
Me : Kenapenye. Nak carikan jodoh untuk saya ke?(jokingly)
Boy : Hmmm. Saya ada sepupu. (muka penuh pengharapan)
Me : *nganga*
Another Boy : Wei nanti Miss jadi kakak sepupu kau lah KEKEKEKE.
Me :*krik*krik*krik*krik*


the awkward moment.