I ended my days as Ms Tan on friday. I stepped on apprehensively, left school hesitatingly. Given all the experience I have had with young girls (shan't disclose where), I didnt relish the fact that I would be teaching an all girls convent school. Leaving the school on friday, I found myself looking to returning to work officially next year.

I will miss my girls. My girls who drew me fairy pigs, make me repeat myself ten times for every word, complain to me every 5 seconds, bully each other every other minute, fidget on the floor unless we are reading a story, laugh their heads off as we do our poems, dance around me as we greet each other morning, sing songs of praise as we thank Our Lady for watching over us another day. My 2 Hope girls.

I will think of my girls. My girls who fought over the right to carry my books, make me play catching barefooted with them in class, push me to Mr Tan every minute of the day, threatening to kill the NIE professors and burning NIE so I can remain teacher until all of them are in their graves, buy me cakes and pies and sweets to send me off, sing me crazy Barbie Girl coz I said that's my fav song, hug me crying so sadly into my clothes, participate in all of lessons I've got for them, help me put on a show for the assessment of my teaching and remembering Patrick is my fav Spongebod character. My 5 Charity girls.

My crazy girls with their crazy teacher. My crazy time playing Concentration on the bus on our way to Science Centre. My crazy ghost story which all of them say is lame but roared with laughter for 5minutes at. My crazy girls who wanted to run after baby's van when he came to pick me up. I got away in time. It is a huge sigh of relief. It would have been emotional if they do. I swore I would not let my girls down and cry on last day. I didnt.

Yet, the floodgates opened as I prepare to leave. I will miss my girls so much. I promised to dedicate a section of my room for their gifts. I will.

My sweethearts, I remember my "3 bags full, 3 bags full, 3 bags full of gifts from us to you!"

Better pack my room soon.

My Baby

We saw the DHL hot air balloon floating in the cloudy sky.

"Let's go, Baby!"

So there's the pics you see taken from the top of the hot air balloon. Baby bought the boarding passes and we got to go up to sky for the little time. Cant say much till you've tried it yourself. It's a very nice experience. Thank you, Baby!

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As I pack my desk for the last day in school, colleagues utter "time flies" within steps of each other. These 5 weeks flew by in a blink of an eye. The unholy morning rides from baby, the punching and biting in the early mornings, the silly antics from the girls in school, the endless lesson plans to do, the hectic tuitions to rush to after work, the dinners and stolen time during noons with baby. It's all over just with a pack of bags.

Time flies. At first, I wondered how long this will be again. The only thing consistent was the weekly quarrels. As things settle down and days trickle into months, it is easier to ease into faith. "Time will fly by so fast, baby." So I am waiting to find time passing me by so fast I am caught in a whirlwind. ____________________________________________________________________

Baby and I went for the service after he brought me for the ride. As the prayers were led, and the sermon said, I felt the ultimate irony playing before my very eyes. Reaching to God isnt a joke to most. Yet it seems He is allowing hypocrites access to Him. Still I believe He has plans. I am merely waiting to see the unfolding.

Anyway, one of my girls sent me a prayer. Thought I'd just like to share.

Saint Theresa's Prayer - the Saint of the Little Ways, meaning she believed in doing the little things in life well and with great love.

May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears..The figure she carries or the way she combs her hair..The beauty of a women must be seen from her eyes.Because that is the doorway to her heart..The place where love resides..The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole..But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul..It is the caring that she lovingly gives..The passion that she shows the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows..

Prayers for this week is private.

It's been a long entry. So I end. With. I love my baby.

my baby.

Such a tiring happy day. All observations done.

5 more days to end of teaching practicum. I will miss my girls. I am going crazy.

My social life is reviving! I am going to see my babes soon! SHOPPING DAYS!!

Gosh, i want to eat xiao long baos so much.....and i forgot i have to collect my new harry potter book starting tml. Some things just dont change. I embarrass myself over and over again everyday.....

Dear God, please do not test me with the ping pong balls and bouncing castles tomorrow. Please extend your grace and let me not slip on ping pong balls tomorrow. Please stope me from shouting out in excitement tomorrow. Amen.

I am craving for xiao long baos. Though I had quirky pasta n cupcakes with my baby on wednesday. It really is quirky. They set menus according to classic movies. Some day, i will have all the items on Breakfast at Tiffany's. There was a cupcake too. Btw, its called Paisley and Cream.

I am too tired to do this properly. Another day.

"Miss Tan, will I grow breasts when I grow up like you?"

"All girls do, my dear."

"My mama doesnt have any....."

Ooooookiiiessss......

My Week as a Teacher.

Mon- Classes in school till 1.30pm. Tuition from 4pm to 7pm. Home to work on lessons.
Tues - Classes in school with big chunks of break till 1.30pm. Tuition from 4pm to 7pm. Home for lesson plans.
Wed - Classes in school with totally no break in between. Meeting from 2pm to 5.30pm. Dinner with Baby for the night. Online counselling of my girls.
Thurs - Classes in school, going crazy marking books with no breaks. Meeting from 1.30pm till 3pm. (which caused me to be late for tuition). Tuition from 4.30pm to 7.30pm then 7.30pm to 9.30pm. Home to work on lesson plans.
Fri - Crazy ever since the moment I stepped into school. Rushed to photocopy 40copies of a 5pages worth of worksheets I constructed for class. Ran up and down the floors getting to classes 7times(one up and one down is considered one time). Mad rush to complete marking books by 1.30pm. No freaking breaks AGAIN. Tuition at 4pm to 5.30pm. Dip in pool with Baby and accompany him for his golf lessons.

What freaking work! I completely have no breaks in school starting from Wed, rushing madly for lessons I have to teach, lesson plans I have to write, marking books the girls have done, collecting all relevant materials for classes, meetings with my teachers and tuition.

Today is the only day I decided to take off from work totally so I can be with my baby. Even then, we basically laze the whole day away. Just a side note, I love my baby. Yes.

I must be crazy to accept one more tuiton and agreeing to up the tuition sessions of another.

It is little wonder I hit dreamland the moment my hair reaches the pillow. Freaking tired even now. I can't imagine my life as a full blown teacher.

I shouldn't even be forking out time to blog. Work is piling up as it is. But just a note, I miss my girlies and Baby so much! I am my babes' favourite teacher!! Yea!!!

What makes my days in school worthwhile is my girls. Though my work extends outside of school hours(I swear I will not ever hand out my number to the students ever again), having them enjoying the lessons makes it all feel nice.

And of coz the fact that I start my day with my Baby every morning!

Besides all I have to grumble about, my life feels really happy now!

Sleep!!! Working like mad again tml!

Sorry for the lack of post. School has been my life. School.

Wake up, eat, breathe, teach, assess assignments, pills, eat, breathe, bus, breathe, tuition, books, lesson plans, breathe, sleep. (my baby hasnt been part of the life coz he's been on night shift.)

Being down with that bout of thing is disastrous. I'm not cleared from dengue. But I had my decent meal in 5days yesterday. Seeing that the pizza has stayed where it's supposed to, I can safely say I'm really fine. So I'M OKIES LE!!!

Me & Him-
Lately, I've got this spate of concern over me and him. My baby and I are good. It's gotten a lot more stable after that. For once in my life, I didnt take root and jump ship. And I'm glad for it. I am growing up ("finally" I hear you heave). So things are good.

Sometimes, when the feelings is right, you fall in love for the first time.- Aqua, Doctor Jones. I think that says it all. But thank you for your concern~

We just have so many things to do every date. Take yesterday for example. We had to get my books and wire for tuition, buy his gloves with his friends, then do lunch, collect his debt then go golfing. No complains on the golf front. He's gonna win me a Masarati in 10years time. Coz my baby has got potential okies! In the meantime, we'll just use the trolley to push his golf clubs and my kiddies' books just so he can hit his 200 balls quota and I can mark my books while accompaying him golfing. Anything for my Masarati in 10years time. Oh, and we had fondue at this quirky shop near his place. It's got cartoon network! You know where to find me if I were ever missing then.

On a serious note, we really have been good together. I dont see the need to play arguments. Sometimes I may not behave as if I'm so into love, but not counting how many days I've been with him doesnt warrent suspicions......& for your info, I do know okies! It's almost 2months. Moreover, if you've been reading my blog, its gives you all the signs you need to know. (Dear God, if you can't make the people who read my blog understand what I'm trying to say here, please make me stupider so we are on par. Amen.) So, yes, I'm with my baby.


Major concern of the week: I'm just turning into this boring old hag of a teacher. I'm turning into the predictable, shirt-kneelength skirt thing which I dont like AT ALL. But I'm getting more pants. So I can get more physical with my girls. School experience has been fantastic girls-wise. The staff room affair, I'm been grinning and bearing, save my CT who has been taking me under her wings.

Girls wise, I've been really lucky. Perhaps prayers does work. After returning to school on MC, my girls told me they "felt like I havent seen you for soooo long Miss Tan" and their arms stretched widely to emphasize the soooo long. I've met Jaslyn's mama too coz she was anxious to see who this "new sexy teacher" is. Oooooo wow......I didnt know fat can be sexy. Call me Cleopatra No.2.

Just the other day, I walked into class, expecting to see my girls seated. Instead I stepped straight into war zone. Apparently, they were arguing over my toenail colour. Side A says "Miss Tan's toenails are red,red,blue,red,red." Side B told Side A the blue is just a plaster. I cleared the air and told them I hurt myself. So Side B was right. Side B showed Side A an extremely smug smug expression and Side A was very very ruffled. I could positively sense the weapons sharpening. I had to break the tension somehow and dear little Jaslyn provided just the opening I need.

"Miss Tan how did you hurt your toe?" Quipped the little magpie, she looks so cute in her pink specs! (Of coz it has to be pink!) I'm getting a pair of spec in pink too. Just in case you forgot, I'm a girl too.

"Coz you bit my poor toe!" And it dispelled all the evil in the air. Girls.....

Btw, the result of my chirstian name voting has been announced. The girls decided on Desiree. Pronounced there-sir-ree. I cant get used to it no matter what. But my baby says its so me. Oh well......anyway there it is.

I miss my girls. I miss my baby. & my baby misses me.

Life is picking up.

My girls asked me if I'm well again. Seeing that I return to school, I am definitely fit enough by now.

My girls missed me. I miss them too!