Sunday, March 15

I just realised that I haven't blogged for over 3 months. Lolz...

This has been a really busy 3 months since school re-opened. I've got a Primary 1 class this year and I'm definitely loving my class more this year compared to last year. There's something about teaching young kids. Kids just say the darnest things! Sometimes, I don't even know whether to laugh and scold them for their behaviour or things they say.

But when they see me setting up the class or packing up, everyone just rushes to switch off the lights and fans, close the windows, pluu up the screen, sweep the floor.... it's just so adorable. Strange but my P1s are more 'auto' than my P2s last year.

This year is also a challenge as I have special needs pupils in class. The first month was soooo trying, learning how to cope with my special needs boy and at the same time, others who are equally demanding for my attention. After a term, I've survived.... better and stronger... Lolz...

Work-wise, things haven't changed but I've learnt how to change my perspective and take things less personal. In terms of work system, things are also more structured so my roles have also been more defined and definite. As such, I've become happier and more settled this year.

VIPs in my life...

Godma hasn't been doing too good. She was warded 2 weeks ago for vomitting. A build-up of toxins in the kidneys have caused nausea and diarrhoea. Now, there are tests done to check for any bugs in the stomach. Results will only be out tomorrow. I haven't been around to visit as I have been nursing a very bad cough which has yet to clear.

About the family, lil bro is getting married this August! Congrats! Everyone seems to be getting married around me. Mom's friend just called today to invite Mom to her daughter's wedding. Although this is the age where every one seems to be getting married, I'm not bitten my the marriage bug although I've been bugged by the issue.

Yesterday, when we went on a school trip to Batam, I had some time on the bus to myself where I pondered over this... There are days when I celebrate my singlehood but there are also days when I lament over it and wonder if there was something wrong with me for not wanting to even meet new people. Conclusion? Frankly, I'm too tired (physically and emotionally). I don't I have that interest nor energy for the dating game. The thought of putting myself in a situation where I have to construct conversation to pass the time is absolute torture. I supposed if I met someone who clicked with me, it wouldn't be like that.

Anyway, I'm a fatalist this year. 'Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done' I'm going to leave everything in God's hands and take it easy. After all, the path set before me has already been destined. If it is in His Will, it will happen according to his plan. No point being a worry-wort over everything. :)