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.