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.