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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

I'm sick again =.=
feel like tearing every now and then because of my flu
quite terrible. and i have to appear fine if not i'll just scare the kiddos and their parents like crap

i don't really have enough clothes for cny
i only have my green dress currently :(

i feel like i'm being used

the auntie made me picked up rice on the floor, dropped by the kids yesterday
she kept pushing me to use tissue paper to pick them up when i suggested to use a broom
there are like so many scattered all around the room and i have to do one grain at a time?
in the end she still insisted me on using the tissue when i tried to talk nicely and everything
was so so so pissed at that point of time
i don't even mind cleaning up the mess for her
and she had to order me to do it one by one and i can't even clean up using my way
i'm the teacher. not the cleaner. you are. so do it yourself. stop making us do your job.

my legs ache like mad
dont even feel like moving now now that i can finally rest my feet
was dragging them all the way back from town
madness

tuition tomorrow again
and on friday.
yay to earning more money!
boo to difficult kids.
hopefully fri i would meet a wonderful child.
please be.

tim is love :]
i'm so gna stalk him. oops.

-ryl