Today is Tuesday the 8th of May 2007. I love tuesdays. And I hate them too.
I love the fact that I do not have morning session on tuesdays. Which means that I do not have to stand and be really loud for 2 hours. Which means that I can finish up the never-ending work in tot tot. Wahahahahaha.
I hate the fact that I was suddenly given 2 extra tasks to complete. Which are due tomorrow. Damnit!
I love the fact that today is already tuesday. Which means that I only have another one day of 4 hours back-to-back classes. Which means that I have already done 4 lesson records. Wahahahahaha.
I hate the fact that today is a tuesday. Which means that I have stood for 4 hours straight just now. Which means that my legs are sore now. Damnit!
I love the fact that the days have suddenly been lessened by 7 days. And the airticket is confirmed. And I can see mr khoo in 45 days. Wahahahahaha.
I hate the fact that there is STILL another 45 days to go. Damnit!
I love the fact that I am blogging after so long. Which means that I am enjoying crapping once again. Which means that I love this blog that mr khoo has done for me. Wahahahahaha.
I hate the fact that I am actually blogging instead of doing my work. Which means that I am procrastinating. Which means that I have wasted my time. Which means that I have less time and energy doing my work for today which included (get ready ya) : first briefing, lesson records, preparing for tomorrow's class, memorizing a stupid poem, preparing for tomorrow's training and writing the annoying book reports. DAMNIT!
The paradox of tuesdays.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
fe-ive, fe-ive and fe-ive
Today is the 5th of May.
The fifth day of the fifth month.
The day I said Happy Fifth Month to the pig.
The pig will be back in another fifty-five days.
Ahhh...isn't 5 a wonderful number?
The fifth day of the fifth month.
The day I said Happy Fifth Month to the pig.
The pig will be back in another fifty-five days.
Ahhh...isn't 5 a wonderful number?
Friday, May 04, 2007
a story about a pig
Once upon a time, there was a boy. Well, there was nothing remarkable about this boy. Except for one thing. He could sleep like a pig. He could fall asleep faster than you could call his name. Heck, he could even fall asleep faster than you could blink your eyes! He did not stir a bit when a certain someone was calling him. Well, what do you expect from someone who could sleep through noises not unlike elephant trampling about right above and around him. Oh, did I mention that I was that certain someone? Sigh...what a remarkable stupig (stupid+pig)