It’s one of those days I finish my working day, smiling. Lessons went on in a breeze. Everything was fine.

Just need to finish up my marking, and I’ll be done for the day. Just waiting for good news after Dy meets an important person in the evening and hopefully, we can get some shopping done, too.

Anyways, I’m of course excited that the house looks good enough to stay in now. My cousin and bro have been working their ass butt’s off painting my house these past few days. I don’t feel worried anymore that we won’t have any furniture. Well, we won’t be having any furniture until a long time, but yeah, I’m SO over that. I’ll decorate the house slowly and by my own means. No point harping on things I can’t settle, aye?

Today is V-day for most people. Well, for Dy and I, we never celebrate it, of course. For 6 years together, we have been going down to City Hall on V-day to look and laughsmile at men waiting patiently, holding bouquets or stalks of flowers for their valentines. Hehe. But, yeaps, this year, we don’t be doing that anymore. We’ll prolly go out shopping, or, just sit home for a cuppa. And, besides, we celebrate love, everyday anyways.

Aight, I’m off to mark me books. Take care, all.

I hope you still love me.

Cos’ I hate myself.

I hate today.

Today SUCKS.

Morning was horrible – felt like, second best next to a handphone.

School was terrible – scolded my darlings, overwhelmed.

Afternoon remains to be seen. Off to Chinatown.

Night, well, it’s only 11 am. We’re not there yet.

Thank God, it’s Friday tomorrow.

This K word comes up a lot these days considering that “My Name Is E-arl” is quite a popular show. I don’t really keep up with it but if I’m not wrong, it’s something about that guy doing something wrong in the past and the past catches up with him or he tries to rectify them. Or something to that extent.

Right?

Anyhow, I believe, this karma thing is happening to me – in my daily teachings with my kids. The kids I get do sometimes remind me of myself when I was a kid back then.

1) I used to be seated around ALL boys due to my incessant talking. My teacher moved me twice to 2 girl partners(who were quiet people but who got scolded too for layan-ing me) before finally putting me amongst the boys. Needless to say, even that didn’t help either.

This year, I have a kid who totally reminds me of me. Well, I have a couple of kids like that but they do that on ad-hoc basis. This kid, is consistent. *lol* Smart kid but non-stop talking action. Sometimes when I reprimand her, I feel like chuckling just thinking of the similarity we share. She is good at coloring and drawing though. So I make her color since she doesn’t talk that much when she does that.

2) There was one point in time, when my handwriting was illegible or times when I scribbled work in the hall right before going to class since not doing at all would spell my doom. My book occasionally got torn or thrown out of the class or thrown on the ground.

I have a few boys who have that kinda handwriting. Considering they are boys, I give them a bit more leeway in that sense. But after a while, I realized why my teachers made a fuss when handwritings were horrendous. It puts a strain on the eyes to decipher the goddamn symbols they call alphabets. And yes, I do tear their work and scrunch it up in front of their faces or simply erase it for them to re-do. I’m evil that way. Muahaha….

3) I used to wonder how my teacher was able to write something on the blackboard(yes, those times when we wrote on the green boards they call blackboard), and still be able to call out my name when I was talking.

I’ve learned the art of doing just that. After 2-3 weeks of being with the kids, I can start to hear their voices in my head when I’m not with them. It’s more of, I’m able to remember their individual voices and laughters. And that’s how, I believe, our teachers used to say “I have eyes at the back of my head”. It’s kinda cool when the kids get called when I’m not facing them and they ask their friend in a hush-hush, “Eh, macam mana cikgu tahu ah?” I still use the same ol’ back-of-head line and, of course, it’s not so hard to convince the small ones. Hehe.. in time, kids, you’ll soon learn the art.

Aight, nite people. Am off to rest. Tomorrow’s another day. With all those things said, I still love my kids nonetheless. They make teaching so colourful.

And so nostalgic.

Somehow, I didn’t realize I fell asleep yesterday night. So, woke up early today and since Dy didn’t have to go to class, we did a bit of exercise in our room.

Erm… as in, we started with packing our stuff since we’ll be moving in about two weeks if all goes well. And since I had Dy for the whole of this weekend, packing has made progress. Hehe. I even managed to do some lesson stuff for the day. And to think it’s ONLY 6.30pm!

Anyways, we watched Gridiron Gang yesterday. Some of you may know how much I drool over The R-ock (which is way before I began drooling over Dy, mind you). Hoho. I was in for a treat in this movie. I know, it’s a typical underdog story and all, but yeah, it being a true story with the actual people featured during credits, I liked it. My obvious biaseness to The R-ock aside, learned a lot of it, too, being a teacher and all.

And if you’re wondering whether I cried when The R-ock’s character cried.. well, I did.

Twice.

*lol* It’s not everyday you get to see a strong man cry, aye? And when you do, I think it’s just the sweetest sight.

Aight, it’s THE night for the Lions. I bet the kids will be watching. Some of them went for the previous games and came to school with that tired look. I’m so glad T-Land isn’t an hour or two drive away or something. Else, I’d prolly be talking to the wall in my P6 class. Ah well, good luck to our players.

Oh! Did you guys catch ‘Down With Love’ yesterday? Watched it with Dy when it came out in the movies some years ago. Brings such memories from our dating years. If I’m not wrong, I think they cut that part, aye? Hehe.

Aight, I’m off. Before I do, here’s a question.

Does chocolate really work? *winks*