I am solitary by choice, not circumstances.
I have friends, I'm not lonely.
I have love, I do have a heart.
I can be cold, I am made to be stronger than most.
I can be quiet, I was born to be the only child.
I can be funny and loud, I was taught to always have fun.
I can be anything I want to be. Only because I can.
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Bituwin -
Blogskin
Edited by Yours Truly.
Blog Title is E.B. White's famous words, rephrased.
Monday, June 29, 2009
public service announcement.
as i was leaving school, i mentioned i was off to make new glasses (to leave in office for days my contact lenses irritate me which is probably daily). wl & jc told me to go for lasik, its cheap now, blablabla. as we went down the stairs:
jc: its quite cheap now lei, like $1600?
sel: ya but they might hyper- correct, it has happened before.
me: hahahaha wah then got x- ray vision *clutches head* no no stop... eh hahaha suddenly in class you go "stop mentalling stripping me!"
sel & jc: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
principal walks past.
me: *waves over- enthusiastically*
much later:
me: shit do you think she heard me?
yes i am a gonjeng everywhere. TSK. fortunately sel knows the P quite well and said that if she did overhear she would have told me off so umm, phew?
had all 3 classes today- of which 1 is an old class i taught for prac. they were so happy to see me they greeted me twice! okay no la they're just being cuckoo as usual. for all that i've said about missing my 15- year- olds, teaching 14- year- olds are definitely a different ball- game. fun, but can be VERY tiring. they have so much energy, should cull it and convert it into electrical energy lei. BETTER THAN SOLAR POWER I SWEAR THEY'RE MORE ENERGETIC THAN THE SUN LA.
so a lot of fun, happy moments, and while it all began in a bit of a headless- chickeny blur by the end of the day i was still laughing and smiling and happy. and i know these good feelings will fade in time and hence i must immortalise this day for that moment in the (near?) future when i question WHERE'STHEFRUITCAKE** WHY AM I HERE.
** some missed the post on this so just to re- cap/ clarify: where's the fruitcake in its many and varied form is MY definition of WTF. milder, in fact sweeter. HURHURHUR.
speaking of lame jokes, here's one from my darlin' peepee who is fetching her sizta from new zealand today =___= anyway!
have you heard the H1N1 joke?
it's spreading around.
don't worry it takes a while for most people. and then after she told her friend that apparently he said, "that's a good joke, it's very catchy!"
hi i'm fiza. i'm an english teacher and i like punny jokes. *collectively* hi fiza, welcome to english teachers anonymous.
before i sink further into madness, i shall depart into the world of lesson preparations. goodbye monday mundei!
jc: its quite cheap now lei, like $1600?
sel: ya but they might hyper- correct, it has happened before.
me: hahahaha wah then got x- ray vision *clutches head* no no stop... eh hahaha suddenly in class you go "stop mentalling stripping me!"
sel & jc: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
principal walks past.
me: *waves over- enthusiastically*
much later:
me: shit do you think she heard me?
yes i am a gonjeng everywhere. TSK. fortunately sel knows the P quite well and said that if she did overhear she would have told me off so umm, phew?
had all 3 classes today- of which 1 is an old class i taught for prac. they were so happy to see me they greeted me twice! okay no la they're just being cuckoo as usual. for all that i've said about missing my 15- year- olds, teaching 14- year- olds are definitely a different ball- game. fun, but can be VERY tiring. they have so much energy, should cull it and convert it into electrical energy lei. BETTER THAN SOLAR POWER I SWEAR THEY'RE MORE ENERGETIC THAN THE SUN LA.
so a lot of fun, happy moments, and while it all began in a bit of a headless- chickeny blur by the end of the day i was still laughing and smiling and happy. and i know these good feelings will fade in time and hence i must immortalise this day for that moment in the (near?) future when i question WHERE'STHEFRUITCAKE** WHY AM I HERE.
** some missed the post on this so just to re- cap/ clarify: where's the fruitcake in its many and varied form is MY definition of WTF. milder, in fact sweeter. HURHURHUR.
speaking of lame jokes, here's one from my darlin' peepee who is fetching her sizta from new zealand today =___= anyway!
have you heard the H1N1 joke?
it's spreading around.
don't worry it takes a while for most people. and then after she told her friend that apparently he said, "that's a good joke, it's very catchy!"
hi i'm fiza. i'm an english teacher and i like punny jokes. *collectively* hi fiza, welcome to english teachers anonymous.
before i sink further into madness, i shall depart into the world of lesson preparations. goodbye monday mundei!