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Monday, July 20, 2009

im slowly turning into a damn results oriented freak who only emphasizes on teaching the points that are important for exams.

hahahaha so much for wanting to "inspire" the kids.

and i think ive alr turned into some mean bitch in school who scolds students even when they just talk. YES YES, just talk. HAHAHA i tell you, you just cant help it. karma man.

i really wanted to curse and strangle these students when they start turning the class into a market. the scary thing is how i keep hearing students talking but when i look at their mouths, they are like not goodness.


i felt rather loser knowing how ive all along wanted to be a teacher and all of a sudden, after experiencing it for a short time, i started thinking twice about it.

but on the other hand, i guess that's life.

perhaps afterall, what has happened is a blessing in disguise.

to end it off,
clubbing is not my cup of tea. pubbing will do.

more pics up on facebook. hahaha if im not lazy.




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