Looking back, I realized I wrote an entry about transforming into Tarzan in a feat of anger with the kids. Yesterday, I was like the Incredible Hulk.

Got so angered, I almost turned green (which was freeky since I was wearing green too), and yeaps, I kicked a chair while demonstrating how angry I was. Yes, they have realized that I can be a monster too.

After a bit of lecture, I returned to my original form in a matter of seconds. I hate being angry with my P1s and P4s. They’re a good lot. And my kids know that I don’t like being angry with them and most of the time, they try to adhere to that arrangement – when simple rules are followed, we’ll enjoy learning but when the rules are broken, hell hath no fury like a chekgoo scorned. Erm..

I guess that’s the good thing about my kids. They understand that they will have fun when I’m not angry with them. I just blame their apparent lack of hearing yesterday due to the chaos arising from the rehearsal.

Anyways, these days, I need my daily dose of back-breaker hug from Dy. You know, the way when you crack your knuckles once in a while? Yeaps, I make Dy do that to my back. It feels damn good every time. More of relieved.

Speaking of back, I guess I’m getting old. I bring this sling bag to school everyday and these days, I will put the back behind me on the chair when I take the long busride to AMK from BDK. Yeaps, sorta need the angle the bag provides. But who can blame me? A 30-minute ride every single day (minus weekends), to and from. Sigh.

Elevation sounds like a kinky word.

Hehe.