Sweet Dreams are made of this...

It's the long weekend now, but I've brought my books back home to mark. I'll go to school to do more work on Tue, a school holiday. Sigh... But at least I'm enjoying myself now. Just changed the title of my blog. Now it contains my surname. :)

My school had our National Day Celebration. I only realised that the kids have been making shakers for this day. I'd actually throw a couple of them into dustbins when they took out the shakers to play during my class. Oops...

Anyway, was arrowed/"nominated" to model the Indian costume as I mentioned last time. I have to say I looked rather good in it. :P Don't believe me? Check it out yourself...

Me and My Seat

Kids are interesting. I've been scolding my P1 girls pretty harshly because my mentor observed my class and suggested more stern control over them. Needless to day, they all got the horrified look when their friendly male teacher turned into a screaming hag. Well, if you asked me, I'd say they deserved it. I can talk sense with my P3 and P4 kids, but not the P1. Gotta instil fear like a cane, but without one. Anyway... after that, once during recess, I was doing recess duty (walking around to see that the girls don't get into trouble), and a teacher came up to me and said, "Hey, you mother hen ah?" I looked behind me, and there's a ROW of my P1 girls following me! I walk, they walk; I stop, they stop too. So I just lean against the wall so they can't follow me. And what did they do? They just crowd around me as if it's story time. I ask them to go play, and they said, "We don't want. We want to see you." Geez... dunno whether to be mad or happy...

In fact, I've been getting presents when it's THEIR birthday. So it's like me going, "Oh, Happy Birthday" and receiving gifts. One girl who always seem pissed off at me asked her friend to pass me something on her birthday. I thought it was just a diary or organizer judging by the wrapping. When I opened it, it's actually a book on Cheng2 Yu3, and it's not the children-book style, mind you. That's a bit... alarming. But that gift made my day.

I am part of a school team to design a new CD-ROM for MOE. I was particular worn out on one day and must've looked like a rag. As soon as the teachers saw me, they served me coffee, chocolate and biscuits. Whoa, a bit overwhelmed...

And that's the problem. I guess I'm adored by women who're either much younger or much older than me, but not those who're around my age. In particular, those that I hope to engage in a relationship with. It's rather sad when they tell me I can be their friend, their entertainer, their brother, but not their significant other. Some people say my destined love is out there; I just need to hold on and keep looking. Frankly, I think that is BULLSHIT, because (a) those who said this are either attached, married, or sworn off relationships, and (b) people do die alone in this world.

I went back to NIE to collect my graduation gown on Fri. The stupid admin people can't even organize proper queues for us to follow. I was in a queue for about 10 mins, only to realize that it's the wrong queue when I bumped into a friend there. There's around 4 queues going at the same time, and the admin has not the common sense to place a notice nearer to the end of the queue. Tip 101 for organizing queues: either make the notice damn big and high if you want only one at the start of the queue, or make 2 notices and placed them at the front and the end of the queue!

I was sufficiently full of steam by the time I finished the whole process. When I was packing up the mess they handed me. Guess who just walked in the front door? It's Ms N, pretty as usual. I dun wanna raise 'ya goosebumps, but I'm alive again when I saw her. It's like everything else just became blur, with her being the only one who're still in sharp focus. She was dressed in red and white coz it's National Day celebration for all the schools on Fri. It might have looked out of place on anyone else, but it looked so fine on her. A surprised look in the eyes, a wave of hand, and a warm smile. We chatted a bit. I am glad that there's no awkwardness between us. I guess all my effort to distract myself from thinking about her has failed miserably... but I'm not complainning. I can't believe that she's not attached yet. Guys must be blind.

A friend once said:
shy guy/gal + brave gal/guy = good;
brave guy + brave gal = good/disaster;
shy guy + shy gal = ?

That's our dilemma...

But then, "Sweet dreams are made of this..." (Eurhytmics) :D