For once i skipped the hectic saturday league games by attending the bedok view teacher's car rally at 8am followed by a buffet lunch in the auditorium for teacher's day. it's allllll good especially when i won a corner rack in the lucky draw. rocks! envious stares (or so i would like to think) from commuters on bus 38 left me grinning all the way
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I went for coaching today and my girls suprised me at end of training with pressies! they said it was 'HAPPY COACH DAY' and presented me with a shiny blue sash which they sewed themselves and it reads 'schon angel' which means beautiful angel (or so they claim!). made me catwalk in it, then presented me with the second gift which is a handmade card
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just an update of the help-angel-go-to-Christchurch-for-Big-Tournament-to-be-a-better-player fund!!! and hopefully it continues to growwwwwww *fingers crossed
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This is my last week of school. and I don't know if it's because i promised my students pizza party on wed, but quite a few of them have stayed back after i dismissed the class to demand that i stay in school and continue teaching them till end of the year at least. Form teacher of sec 2n4 commented to me in staff room that the class been lamenting
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I've been on the verge of breaking down. driven to the brink by work, rugby, lack of self-time, missing L and feeling so alone in the face of everything. but I think I'm better now. at least for now
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i am so sad and stressed. it's been a bad week at work. my cooperating teacher doesn't like my methods much. I'm skipping meals to do my work. I had to skip training on monday and coaching on tues and skip dinner with the girly girls tonight. I am really so bogged down by the work that I don't think I can find it in me to be happy any more. This is
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fuckin hell i just worked from 7am-7pm straight. yes straight. except for two toilet breaks. i didn't eat bfast nor lunch. nabay and i still got to prepare for lessons tomorrow.majorly stressed up. going for training has become a luxury i can hardly afford. tis a sad life..
Flea market stall started at 10.35am this morning at clarke quay. the moment i put my bag down and unzipped it, old aunties and uncles and filipinos started to raid my stuff. good thing boach were there to help. many sales made and even a quarrel between two customers over one stuff toy made for helluva day. throw in the makeshift gambling table
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