Hello Holidays!
It has been quite a while since I had the chance to NOT wake up at 5am on a weekday. I can’t even remember…it must have been at least a month ago. Or maybe longer.
Since the whole biological system had been trained and synchronized to wake up at 5 am on weekdays, I still do wake up that early even though the glorious june holidays are here. It was nice to wake up to the sound of thunder, a rare occurance these days, and it could only mean a more peaceful sleep ahead for me. I did plan to wake up SUPER late, sort of a payback to all those terrible, terrible mornings I had to leave the house when it is still dark and the MOON is still out.
So I did succeed in waking up late, around 11am; the little one was surprised to see me around. Had a fruitful day with her, reading books, playing with her, and of course, watching her teletubbies and elmo dvds on loop. She is now peacefully napping, albeit 2 hours later than her usual napping time.
The school holidays doesn’t necessarily mean ONE MONTH of idleness for me; for a start, I have a seminar to attend somewhere in the far north TOMORROW and that lasts from 830 to 1730 (what a bummer). Good thing my fren sof is attending it as well, so it won’t be too bad, I hope. On top of that, I still do have to go to school on some days (my dept is putting up a musical on the 20th of this month, so this means practice sessions are certain…) and- I am STILL crossing my fingers, hoping that I am NOT down for O-level marking which will begin this friday/ next monday, and this will last for about TWO FREAKIN WEEKS, from 8.30 to 5pm daily. YIKES. Please please PLEASE, I sure do hope I am spared this time round. I haven’t quite recovered from the exam trauma, and then suddenly immersed into the mad frenzy of teaching, so I really need this break.
If I didn’t have to mark, I have fantasized about doing these in the holidays:
1) wake up late EVERYDAY
2) clock in as many sleeping hours as possible to make up for the early mornings I’ll have for at least FIVE months ahead.
3) bake bake bake (i miss my steamed fruitcake)
4) cook for Burger (it’s been QUITE a while…tsk tsk tsk… I really feel like cooking that NICE roasted chicken yum yum)
5) bring Ooyah out almost every day (also to make up for her being held captive at home on weekdays, the poor thing)
6) go out with my buddies for more pigging out, singing/screaming out sessions (you know who you are)
7) sleep over at Teban at least two days a week
watch lots and lots of movies that I have missed out on for many months (and years)
9) go SHOPPINGGGGG!!! The GSS is back, HOW TIMELY!!!!
10) eat like hell (to make up for the horrible canteen food I’ve had to consume, and WILL HAVE TO CONSUME in school)
I hope I will accomplish my honourable holiday mission. 
Lagu untukmu
First of all, I think the name of this band is quite cute, that is ‘Meet Uncle Hussain’. My mom still doesn’t get why a young guy like the lead singer would call himself ‘Uncle Hussain’ although I have tried to make her understand that that isn’t exactly his name.
Anyway, when asked why they call themselves Meet Uncle Hussain, the group says:
“We wanted a name that was unique and that representative of our own sound, something catchy that people would remember. And Hussain was the best. If it was Meet Uncle Patrick or RAMLI, it wouldn’t work.”
Haha. I cannot agree more.
This song has been around for quite a while, but somehow I’m hooked to it only now. I first realized how nice it is when they performed on the anugerah berita harian show on the malaysian channel, and i saw how cute the lead singer is. Now that I’ve seen he’s actually cute, suddenly his voice seems oh-so-unique and nice. Small guy with a big voice. Now it’s playing in my head (and my mp3 player) all the time.
I like the part when he goes tak tahan, tak tahan but of course Ramli (out of jealousy i’m sure, changes it to tak tahan, tak tahan, aku sudah nak berak…) Now it’s become our signature theme song to sing when we are ‘announcing’ to each other when that nak berak sensation comes.
I watched all the videos on YouTube that features Meet Uncle Hussain, and i’m convinced- he’s cute alright. 
Tiada bintang
Dapat menerangkan hati yang telah dicela
Bagai ku lumpuh tak mampu berdiri
Aku tetap begini takkan berubah kerna
Aku tetap aku dan alur hidup mu bukanlah aku
Guna hati akal dan fikiranku
Berbeza engkau dan juga aku
Dua hati yang tak mungkin bersatuAdakah aku
Hanya boneka yang engkau sering mainkan
Yang dikawal oleh jari jarimu
Ku punya hati dan perasaan
Pernahkah engkau fikirkan
Cukup, cukup oh cukuplah
Guna hati akal dan fikiranmu
Berbeza engkau dan juga aku
Dua hati yang tak mungkin bersatu
Tak tahan tak tahan
Sabarku tak tertahan
Melayan sikapmu perawanBerbeza berbeza
Kau dan aku berbeza
Kita memang tak serupaBebaskan
Ku ingin dilepaskan
Kita tidak sehaluanCukuplah sudahlah
Sampai disini sahaja
Hubungan kita berdua
Two-Week Hiatus
It’s been a long time since I last laid hands on my lappie, or any computer for that matter. The past two weeks saw me rushing here, there and everywhere. On the homefront, my family had been busy with preparations for my elder sis’ engagement ceremony which took place on the eve of Vesak Day. The three of us stayed over at Teban for almost a week prior to the big day, and OF COURSE I didn’t bring my lappie along, knowing full-well that I had lots of errands to do; namely decorating the ‘bridal bed’ (though there isn’t really a bride), making gifts/favours for the guests, baking cakes, icing the cakes (to be given as gifts to be exchanged), arranging flowers, and the list goes on….
In school, even though I have not been assigned teaching classes yet (teach? after exams? not in this part of sg apparently) I have been quite the busy bee preparing mock-o level papers for the graduating classes, marking those papers, doing admin stuff (whatever that means) and RELIEF duty. The mc rate amongst teachers in Ambil Kenapa can be quite shocking, up to 12 absences in one day *this is usually unheard of in the previous school, and if it does happen, it would be nipped in the bud right there and then, warnings and all*. Oh, let’s also not forget that I do not have a pc or personal lappie yet. Apparently the school has run out of ‘em and I will get a BRAND NEW LAPTOP in the holidays. Yippee.
After the two-year break from teaching, I seem to have forgotten how enjoyable it is to be..erm… teaching. When I had the chance to do relief duty for a ML lesson, I excitedly drew up a plan of what to teach in that one hour, even though I could have easily given out worksheets. For one hour, I taught. Though I do not know who the students are, I taught as if I did. And I must say, I’m glad I haven’t lost the flair for teaching.
And, I seem to have forgotten how students, more often than not, have that innate ability to astound you. (This can be a good or bad thing, depending on the situation).
Situation 1: Malay Language Oral Exams
Me: Bagaimanakah kita dapat menjaga kesihatan? (How can we take care of our health?)
Lower sec NERD: Kalau kita BUAT SEKS, kita buat dengan satu orang je, jangan BUAT SEKS dengan banyak-banyak orang. (If we DO SEX, we DO IT with just one person, don’t DO SEX with many people.) Me: HAHHHH?????!!!!! Situation 2: Relief duty in (Notorious) Normal Technical class Me: (putting on my FIERCEST FACE and MOST FRIGHTENING GNARL) I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANYONE TALKING, WALKING, WHISPERING, or ANYTHING ELSE THAT PRODUCES NOISE. UNDERSTAND?!!!
*eerie silence* Blur bub innocent student: (raising hand) Cherrrrr, can draw for art homework?
Me: (snapping at student) *duhhh* CAN! (pointing to someone else who was talking) YOU! STAND UP NOW! WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!
Same blur bub student: Cherrr, how to spell ’sting ray’ ah?
Me: *ALAMAK BUDAK NI BUAT SPOIL AH AKU TENGAH STEP GARANG NIIIII….* you WAIT. I’ll help you later. (continue to strike fear in students)
Blur bub student AGAIN: Cherrrr, how to spell that thing put in laksa ah, wat ahhh…’clam’ issit?
Irritated buddy next to him: SHADDAPPP LAH, TEACHER ANGRY ALREADY still talk so much! Clam also dunno how to spell! C-L-A-M-P lah STUPID!!!!!
*at this point I swear I was going to burst out in peals of laughter BUT because of my FIERCE demeanour, I had to hold them in.*
GOD, I love my job. (And God, please let this feeling last.)
Third day
Yeah I know. Another update on my new workplace, but don’t worry- I don’t think it’ll go so far as Hundredth Day or something.
I learnt something new on the way to work again today. FORGET about getting a cab between 6.40am and 7am because THEY AIN’T COMING. All the sneaky morning shift cabbies put on their BUSY and ONCALL signs just to wait for the witching hour of 7am to gain 35% extra from the fare. As soon as the clock struck 7, the cabs came in DRONES.
It goes without saying how I started the morning. Yeah, basketloads of vulgarities and cursing.
It was also while waiting for the cab that I realized: I forgot to bring my access card to the doors in the school. I didn’t want to risk missing a taxi or having to wait at the end of the unofficial waiting line down the road (I am morally upright, contrary to popular belief- I DO NOT cut queue.) so I didn’t go back up to get it. I should have, of course, if I had known I’d have to wait in vain for 20 minutes anyway.
The fare with the surcharge amounted to about 4 or 5 dollars more than the non-peak fare. Which means, I really have to leave by 6.30, even though I’ll be in school very early.
When I entered school, I saw the P himself outside the office. I STILL hadn’t met him yet (he was out for meetings the past few days) so I went up to him and introduced myself. He is indeed a very nice man as everyone has been telling me. He insisted on being called by his first name, but I still referred to him as Sir (I just CAN’T bring myself to do this first-name thingy). He led me to his office and he gave me quite a detailed intro about the school. What he didn’t know was that someone else has done all that, and he even insisted on introducing me again to the school. I was quick to repeat myself again, that it is my third day in the school and I had introduced myself.
He asked me what my interests were and I was quite stumped by that question actually. Where would this question take me? Is he sizing me up and will use what I say against me? Should I tell him that I really enjoy playing The Sims? Or that I like to bake and can make a mean brownie?
I figured (after 5 seconds or so) that this would probably be about the CCA I will be assigned to so I said, “music”. I told him that I played the clarinet in the schools I’ve been in. He asked me what CCA I was assigned to in the school before this and I told him I had no choice but to be given Malay dance. He looked at me with such concern and assurance and said, “No, there is no such thing as NO CHOICE here. I want my teachers to choose what they would like to do. You like music and the band? Don’t worry, I will get you a place in the band. What’s most important is that you enjoy yourself.”
Fwahhhh. If I didn’t control myself any better, I would have shed buckets of tears. He certainly makes my previous school look like the secret commie institution it really is.
As we walked together to the parade ground, he told me about himself, how he is really into art; pottery, painting, glass sculpting… he said too that he would be retiring at the end of next year. Darn it. That was really sad news to me; just as soon as I was excited about the great future ahead working for this leader, he had to burst the bubble. He said he hopes the one to replace him would have the passion for aesthetics like he does, and continue the legacy. Please, please, god, don’t send a commie/ tyrant/ empress dowager/ slave-driver or all of the above!!!
Before we parted for assembly, he told me that I could step into his office anytime (yeah as if I will!!!) to chat with him and says he really hopes that I will like his school and feel at home here.
Yes sir, I will try my best.
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At around noon, I helped out in the ML oral exams and today, I decided to be an examiner. First of all, I was quite shocked that the exam wasn’t carried out like the proper way I am accustomed to (a simulation of the national exams as best as possible). In my previous school, we made it as real as possible so that the students are familiar with the actual exams. But here, the passage given was only 4-5 lines long (!!!), all students regardless of stream used the same text (!!!!) and asked the same questions (!!!!!) In my head I was already thinking about how this exam has no validity and credibility at all, defeating the purpose of the whole thing. Nevermind. Then, after examining a few students, I was quite aghast at their level of proficiency (or LACK OF). The Normal Tech students in my previous school could read and speak better, with proper Malay and coherent content, compared to majority of the express students here.
I guess you can’t have it all.
When I spoke to them in bahasa baku, they stared at me like I’m speaking a foreign language. When I told them they have to greet the examiner and introduce themselves before asking for permission to sit down and be tested, they were shocked. I believe it is my responsibility to tell them, just so that they do not lose precious marks in the national exams. I just had to be the anal one, but it IS for their own good. I told them as nicely as I could, telling them why they had to do such things. I guess those who got ME as the examiner today must be cursing their luck.
As the students came and went, I started to visualize how much better these kids could become with ample guidance and practice. I could already imagine, if I were to focus on just brushing up their oral skills for the national exams, there would be quite an improvement in their grades, which would help them a great deal. Something to work on. But then again I started to think about how atrocious their essay-writing skills would be, considering their oral proficiency. Hmmm. Lots of work to be done….
I saw how my other colleagues treat their students, how they talk to them. There was a certain casual bond between teachers and their charges, how mothers would speak to their kids; there was respect, but there was humour, and a familial bond. It was like- a family. A big Malay family. There were no airs about the teachers here; no ME= TEACHER, YOU=STUDENT sort of distance and formality. It was then I understood- with such a huge ML population in school, perhaps academic success isn’t quite an area of concern here- it is about keeping it together, keeping the kids under control, making sure they don’t get into trouble and ensuring they are equipped with proper social values and etiquette.
I’m beginning to suspect that I would have to forget about my bahasa baku too, perhaps go with the flow, treat marks like mere numbers that do not mean anything, and instead, focus on nurturing the students’ character instead, keeping them in school, keeping them human.
Something to ponder about on my busride home.
Second Day
Recalling that the taxi ride took all of 10 minutes to my workplace, I underestimated the madness of a Monday morning and happily left the house 10 minutes later than I did before.
To my horror, the whole stretch of road was lined with people waiting for cabs. The next 15-20 minutes had me cursing people who cut the queue, and flashing my middle finger at them when their cabs whizzed by. Not a good start to the day, for sure.
Nonetheless, I managed to get in school on time and just as I got to the parade square, I was approached by someone who thought it would be a good idea to get me involved in invigilation.
I never noticed how hot it is these days since I have usually been in the comfort of airconditioned tutorial rooms in NIE. I had only been exposed to the outdoors in between the tutorial rooms and taxi rides, so I never really had the chance to perspire.
But alas, the half an hour or so baking/ shallow frying in the parade square has reduced me to a wet and soggy sponge. Gone was the make-up on my face. My hair was plastered to my head. And as I looked around me, hey, I’m not the only one- all the teachers looked the same- wet and soggy!
Note to self: tissues do not work in this sweltering weather. Must bring hanky/ small face towels to school (that’s how HOT it is!) And forget about SHIRTS. Just keep to t-shirt material and cotton!!!
I foresee that I would be losing quite a bit of weight from all this perspiration and waking up extra early. Well something good oughta come out of all this suffering…
After invigilation, I had the chance to cool-off at my desk. But before long, I was called to assist in the malay oral exams that was going on. Bummer.
I didn’t have to be an examiner; they just needed help to keep the monkeys kids awaiting their turn in the rooms from killing each other remain quiet. All of the MT teachers were there, except two who were absent, so I was keen to help out. If only they had told me earlier…
During my time keeping the kids quiet, I had a ‘feel’ of the students of tw (NO, I did not fondle any sweaty kid). I observed that they were indeed MUCH MORE noisy than the fh kids, more playful, and I could foresee the laziness problem that I would be faced with. But other than that, they are still manageable- I suppose they are ultimately no different from the fh kids- it’s just that there’s much more of them (bav, basically they’re just like your fave form-class malay kids, multiply that number by 4 times, so naturally the noise level increases as well)
They did quieten down upon seeing an unfamiliar face giving them orders (to SHUT UP) and somehow were quite amused that I used bahasa baku when speaking to them. It was only later, when I got the chance to see how the oral exam went that I realized- the baku pronounciation is maybe not stressed on in this school. Okayyy….
The oral exam went by quickly and systematically, and I knocked off at about 2pm after being given another batch of marking to complete. I decided to take the bus home, first 5 min walk out of the school to the nearest bus stop, then a feeder to cck interchange, and then another bus that goes direct to bl interchange. It was such a pleasant ride back, and the bus service took the cemetery route, passing by tengah air base, keat hong camp, the jewish and christian cemetery, and after that, all the cemeteries. It was serene and the bus cruised all the way (who boards/alights the bus at the cemeteries/jungles?)
In all, the journey home took about 45 minutes but there is still NO WAY in hell that I am taking the bus TO school in the morning. Let me just reserve the fluids in the body for sweating out IN school itself, please. And let’s still retain the fresh-out-of-shower scent at least till half an hour after school starts, can?
First Day
Friday marked the first day of my life in tw. Not being able to sleep well the whole night, it was quite a relief to finally get up at 5.30am (I had woken up every hour before that- must be the excitement/ dread!) By 6.30 I was out of the house and hailed a cab (but OF COURSE!). The kind taxi driver told me of the many options I had to get there, and he took a route that he thought was the shortest and fastest. It cost me about 8 bucks to get there, which means I am DEFINITELY going to take a cab to work every day!
Upon reaching school 10 minutes later, I had to wait a while in the general office (like a kid awaiting punishment) to meet up with the subject head of the Malay dept. As teachers arrived at the office to sign in, most, if not all, stopped to smile at me and some even introduced themselves. Which was very sweet, I thought. I also had the chance to check their dressing out, just so I know what the school’s stand is on dressing. So basically, I gathered this info: t-shirts/ blouses of t-shirt material and slip-ons are fine. Some schools do not allow these, insisting on non-t-shirt material outfits, and back straps on shoes are A MUST.
I was then introduced to my SH who is a very jovial person and knew who I was upon seeing me. I was told the Principal was not in, so I was introduced to the 3 vice-principals instead. Before long, it was already time for the flag-raising ceremony and I was greeted by more teachers. A hearty handshake from one of the vice-principals, and I was told that I would be introduced to the school.
Another vice-principal then announced my name, and mentioned that I am the new Malay language teacher. I waved my hand at the crowd ala Miss Universe and then the vp whispered to me, asking me to say something to the school. Gulp. I was totally unprepared for it, but gave it my best shot.
I can’t even remember what I had said, as my mind was a total wreck at that point. Basically I greeted everyone, said something about ‘being very excited to be joining the tw family’, ‘looking forward to working with most, if not all of them’ and also wishing them all the best for the examination they are about to sit for.’ The rest is a total blur. Right after the short intro, I received a loud applause and the vp said that what I said was so ’motivational’. I was like- huh? What the heck did I actually say?
Soon after as I made my way back to the crowd, most of the teachers I passed by shook my hand and commended me on my ’speech’. I thought to myself- heck- how long did I actually blabber?
The 3rd vp who had earlier asked me to be introduced came up to me and shook my hand again; ‘that was a VERY good opening. Well done!’ Then another teacher told me I spoke so confidently ‘like a principal’. Now is that a good thing or a bad thing?
After assembly, I was taken to the senior teachers’ room and shown to my desk. There are only 4-5 teachers in that special room, and as soon as there is a vacancy in the teachers’ common room I would be moved again. A senior teacher who is in charge of mentoring new staff explained to me every single detail about the school and gave me an induction folder. Basically I had a list of things to do and a LOT of people to speak to in order to get acquainted with the school and it’s system.
On my way to meet one of the HODs, one of the vp’s who’s also the head for the english department stopped to ask me if I would be able to teach english. I told her of course that I’m only trained (like the circus animal that I am) to teach Malay. She said that I am very eloquent and seem to be very proficient in English. I laughed it off and thought again: apa siakk aku cakap tadi??? cheem sangat ke?
I think most people assume that mother tongue language teachers are only proficient in one language, and it is sort of ‘expected’ that their english is- I don’t know- BAD or something. To be fair, I think what I said in the morning was JUST A NORMAL THING- I know FOR SURE that I wasn’t using bombastic words or anything! It’s probable that everyone EXPECTS language teachers to be speaking really BROKEN english, or perhaps they expected me to speak with a very-Malay slang or something (NOT that I speak with a brit twang or anything like that!) that whatever I said, which is in PLAIN english was considered really good. SO- moral of the story: (1) Malay teachers CAN speak English (2) Malay teachers NEED NOT speak with a Malay twang. That’s just it.
I was invited to join a few teachers to breakfast at the school canteen and had the chance to say hello to many more teachers. They were all very friendly and warm, pretty much like all teachers ANYWHERE, I suppose.
As I sat down to ponder how the day has gone so far, I realized that I really beginning to like the school, better than FH. The staff, regardless of rank or post, address one another on a first name basis. Everyone was warm and helpful, and took the time to introduce themselves to me. And the students are so polite, greeting me as they walked past, or simply waved and smiled. Which is a far cry from the majority of FH kids who think they’re too good for their teachers. And they are NOT, definitely nowhere near the SAP status they THINK they’ve achieved.
I was told that tw’s malay students amounted to 40% of the school population, which is A LOT, considering FH’s malay students make up only about 10%. That explains why the school has SEVEN Malay language teachers (!!!) while fh has always survived with 2. My smallest class would have 13 students, and my biggest- 33. Now 33 students in fh is UNHEARD of- my biggest class there would be 15, even then that was rare. The teacher I would eventually replace also told me that the kids are VERY lazy and one would have to go the extra mile to get them to hand in their work. Discipline-wise they are fine (I have yet to determine what ‘fine’ means) but they just need a lot of motivation and stern chasing after.
I have been in true-blue neighbourhood schools before and the quantity is not a problem. In fh i have very few students in one class, but I had many different levels and streams to prepare for, so it sorta evens out in the end. As long as the students are not defiant, and just need to be prodded along, I’m fine with it. Prod them I will.
Someone told me ‘I can tell that you will really love teaching in this school’.
Something tells me that the teacher is a psychic.
Sekolah Menengah Ambil Kenapa?
FINALLY, the exams are OVER.
Which of course marks the end to my journey as a student. I will, in about 7 hours’ time, start a new journey as a TEACHER.
And I have got my posting, at long last, after calling Moe every blardy day, and asking them, WHERE AM I POSTED?
It got so frustrating, being passed to different departments, having to explain the WHOLE long story everytime I call, and being told I’m not posted yet.
And it got SOOO frustrating that I told an officer,”You know, if it’s so difficult to post me to a school, it’s oklah. Yall no need to post me anywhere. I finish my exams today and the NEXT day I start work you know, no rest at all. You don’t post me anywhere lah, take your time, one month later then you call me back”. (FYI that was exactly how I spoke, bad grammar and all because THAT was how I was spoken to.)
Of course the officer on the other line who has no inkling of that thing called SARCASM, or obviously has no sense of humour, said meekly, “Okay”.
And what do you know? 5 minutes later another officer called me and asked,”You wanted to extend your leave for one month right? Just now you said you want to rest for one month?”
*bangs head on wall*
So after bugging everyone in whatever related department, I finally got a memo.
Good news: I’m NOT posted to fh. YEEEHAAAAAA!!!!!!! *shake booty and do victory dance*
Bad news: I’m posted to a school FAR FAR AWAY. Beyond Jurong, beyond Bukit Batok.
I’m posted to Teck Whye, which is… REALLY REALLY FAR. From my house, a train ride, then an LRT ride, then A BUS RIDE.
And I checked out the place just now, and my heart just fell to my knees. It is REALLY REALLY FAR, as the husband says, tempat jin buang anak. (the place where djinns discard their babies, whatever that means).
So what this means is- the taxi industry is going to experience a sudden boom in their takings.
I don’t know how to feel about it all. A part of me feels really glad that I didn’t get my own school (like my mom puts it, kalau dekat semberang jalan tapi kalau makan hati buat apa?) but another part just sinks because it is way too far. There’s something really wrong going on in the west side staff placement unit- a friend who lives in bukit panjang gets posted to dover, the one in clementi (who is close to dover) gets posted to jurong, and ME in jurong, gets posted to near bukit panjang. Get the picture?
I feel angry too that these admin staff do this whole posting without giving two hoots about time, cost and convenience. What- do they just have a dart board with the map on it and just shoot? Or perhaps it just takes a roll of dice, and it’s just not my lucky day? It didn’t help that they posted me at the very last minute, and I really should have just let it be, and probably they won’t even realize that I’m NEVER EVER posted. Good eh? But I was really keen to find out if I’m posted back to fh.
I guess the fact that they didn’t have much time to ponder about where to post me was one of the reasons why I got that school so far away. But it could have been a blessing in disguise as well, cos if they found out earlier where i was from, they COULD have posted me back there.
Now, my only hope is that ‘Sekolah Menengah Ambil Kenapa?????’ has a good working environment, one I can thrive in. Despite the horror stories and the gasps that I hear when I mention the name of the school (God save my soul), I’d like to believe that notorious students are a bunch I can deal with, and that I have dealt with before in other neighbourhood pai lang schools that I have thought in, and so far, so good. I guess it is true what other teachers say, that budak kita, no matter how rowdy or dajal, will always have a soft spot for their cikgus. *bats eyelids* Yeah, cikgus like me. Soft what. Surely got a soft spot for me, eh?
I have ironed out my ‘work clothes’ for tomorrow and I am too excited to feel sleepy. From now on, I shall not stay up so late, considering the fact that school starts at 7am (wtf?!!!!) and I have to wake up by 5.30 or 6 (wtf wtf WTF??!!!!!!)
Wish me luck everyone.
