bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Wednesday, May 18
i can never figure this out.
why do you call them xian, yun, teng.
why do you call me esther? please call me jie again.
i miss it. i really do.
the first PW meeting was bad.
you are nice, but it is just sooo tough to work with you.
nearly bit my tongue off trying to shut up.
grr. i hate feeling frustrated.
what is it about transitions that makes you so disorientated.
sheesh i miss the times when all i had to think about was:
how to finish watching flintstones, and then try to bathe packbag eatlunch in 15 mins.
how to practise piano 15 mins before the teacher comes and make her think i practised everyday.
if i could turn back time. i promise i will play the piano every single day.
but i can't. there is no remedy for regret. only vaccines.
so i guess when parents say do your best.
its for your own good really. i wish i'd known that before.
and not ask how do you know what my best is when i myself have no idea all the time.
cos you'll just know. when you have given it all, that is.
9 days to thelongbreak.
1 saturday
1 sunday
1 public holiday
1 promised fulldayoff.
1 possible whole-school-support-soccer-day.
therefore, 4 days left!
and one stupid GPP. ugh:(
i need to learn love.
goodbye
9:48 PM