Please, just be more understanding. I'm just asking for that kind of mutual respect sometimes, I don't think that I'm demanding at all. I just want to feel prioritized, and not just having me to prioritize you all the time. Like my world revolve all around you.

Still, still I'm still thinking and unable to reach a decision for those issues yet to be resolved.

Seems that the only time when I touch the computer would be on Monday night.

Guess what I've gotten myself in the past weekend? Long lost Vanilla Coke :) Miss it much, anyone?

The Many Hours of Hypocritical Moments Everyday

I haven't felt like I am such a hypocrite for many years, so long that I can't remember. It was in the recent weeks where I finally said things that I don't really meant from deep down in my heart. Till these few days where I put a big wide grin on my face and said things full of sarcasm, hidden meanings that kids probably don't discover.

And to think that my colleague actually told me that I could be a really dedicated teacher. I honestly don't think I can do that when my students do not show me with that basic respect that I ought to deserve?

This made me came to realise that I wasn't a very polite student in my secondary school days. The chemistry class and the chemistry teacher, don't you all remember? But at least I don't raise my voice and shout across the class at him, do I?

Talking about karma now, I guess. What comes, comes around?

Hardly have much time for myself, missing the good, old peaceful days. The weekends ever since when I've started working were mostly spent with the family. The weekdays have been busy, so much that I think I've lesser time for them. Brother actually told me over the phone tonight, asking me to come home earlier so that we can have dinner as a family. Haven't felt so sweet and welcomed for a long time...

This weekend, I think I need to:

Desperately start packing my room. Because my two laptops are stacked one over another on my table, on top of my keyboard. I've got no space to do my markings that I've got to move to the dining table.

Finish what I need to finish marking for this week.

Reorganise my wardrobe. I still have one big packet of hand-me-downs from my cousin chucked away in the corner of my room, causing me to be unable to open the wardrobe door.

This weekend, I'm sure I'm going to:

Cut my hair! Bob-bob here I come.

Have dinner out with my family tonight.

Accompany my daddy to get his new phone.