Saturday, April 14, 2007
"broken heart, broken dream"It was Friday, the 13th yesterday. Goodbye, I guess it was never meant to be.
Anyway, I must say yesterday's bus rides to & from the office were rather interesting. How often do I have bus tales to tell? Heh. So, on my way to work, I was sitting across this woman who was reading this book entitled "How to talk so teens will listen & listen so teens will talk". I tell you that Mommy was one emotionally charged person. While she was reading that book, I could see that she was almost on the verge of tears. It's a pity that she has to resort to a book to help her handle her relationship with her kid. Are teens nowadays really such a handful?!
Oh well, after that, nearing my workplace, I saw a cat that was ran over by some vehicle on the road. It was an utterly gross sight due to all the spewing out of the guts etc... You get the picture. As much as I dislike cats, I don't think it deserves such a terrible death. It was just saddening.
On my way back, the bus ride was just a sheer torture. I was innocently trying to get a little shut-eye before my tuition lesson. Then, a mom with her 2 kids boarded the bus. That's when all the hubbub started. The brats sat 2 rows in front of me and started age-counting "1 years old...2 years old...3 years old...". The worst thing was that these brats were such amateurs at their numerics that they repeated "24 years old" three times, "31 years old" twice and many others a few times! WTH... Seriously, it's amazing how their mom managed to fall asleep with all that noise. Anyway, the counting briefly stopped when they reached "50 years old", and I was thinking "Thank God!" But lo & behold, one of the brats started wailinggg! Apparently, the counting stopped because that brat fell on the bus floor and scratch his hand against the floor or something. So, the wailing continued until i reached my destination, although I did spent the rest of the bus journey hoping that the counting would just start again. Oh please remind me why I dislike kids so much? HAH...
I'm getting a little worried about whether I can hold onto my P4 English tuition job. The kid is still writing lines like "After jogged I went home", "Suddenly, I saw a robbery was stealing Boon Shiong jewerlly" and "Then Boon Shiong was very happy that she had a so good neighbour and I also very happy because I also done a good deed" for his composition! I'm dead serious about this. The aforementioned lines are word-for-word from his composition. It's not my bad English, mind you. His English exams begin at the end of April! I MUST really start working some miracles. I have this sinking feeling that if his results do not improve, my job would be on the line :( Well, I offered him the option to tutor him in Mathematics. I really hope that will help me hold onto the job a little longer.
11 days until the end of work!
Tennis later! Let's hope the weather is kind today :)
11:30 AM
Saturday, April 14, 2007
"broken heart, broken dream"It was Friday, the 13th yesterday. Goodbye, I guess it was never meant to be.
Anyway, I must say yesterday's bus rides to & from the office were rather interesting. How often do I have bus tales to tell? Heh. So, on my way to work, I was sitting across this woman who was reading this book entitled "How to talk so teens will listen & listen so teens will talk". I tell you that Mommy was one emotionally charged person. While she was reading that book, I could see that she was almost on the verge of tears. It's a pity that she has to resort to a book to help her handle her relationship with her kid. Are teens nowadays really such a handful?!
Oh well, after that, nearing my workplace, I saw a cat that was ran over by some vehicle on the road. It was an utterly gross sight due to all the spewing out of the guts etc... You get the picture. As much as I dislike cats, I don't think it deserves such a terrible death. It was just saddening.
On my way back, the bus ride was just a sheer torture. I was innocently trying to get a little shut-eye before my tuition lesson. Then, a mom with her 2 kids boarded the bus. That's when all the hubbub started. The brats sat 2 rows in front of me and started age-counting "1 years old...2 years old...3 years old...". The worst thing was that these brats were such amateurs at their numerics that they repeated "24 years old" three times, "31 years old" twice and many others a few times! WTH... Seriously, it's amazing how their mom managed to fall asleep with all that noise. Anyway, the counting briefly stopped when they reached "50 years old", and I was thinking "Thank God!" But lo & behold, one of the brats started wailinggg! Apparently, the counting stopped because that brat fell on the bus floor and scratch his hand against the floor or something. So, the wailing continued until i reached my destination, although I did spent the rest of the bus journey hoping that the counting would just start again. Oh please remind me why I dislike kids so much? HAH...
I'm getting a little worried about whether I can hold onto my P4 English tuition job. The kid is still writing lines like "After jogged I went home", "Suddenly, I saw a robbery was stealing Boon Shiong jewerlly" and "Then Boon Shiong was very happy that she had a so good neighbour and I also very happy because I also done a good deed" for his composition! I'm dead serious about this. The aforementioned lines are word-for-word from his composition. It's not my bad English, mind you. His English exams begin at the end of April! I MUST really start working some miracles. I have this sinking feeling that if his results do not improve, my job would be on the line :( Well, I offered him the option to tutor him in Mathematics. I really hope that will help me hold onto the job a little longer.
11 days until the end of work!
Tennis later! Let's hope the weather is kind today :)
11:30 AM
