it's an in-a-jiffy-type post.

i'm having the PLcomm meeting tmr, and i just finished the minutes yesterday, schhweeeet.
to think that the last meeting was dated: 17th Nov 08'

today, Sarah Natasha (girl from class who just arrived today) gave me super cute puppy eyes and asked whether i was going to come back to class tmr! sccchhhweeeeeeet! (:

dealing with kids = good way to train patience, a virtue which i lack terribly.

suffering. from. cheese. overload.
i am so gonna reincarnate as a cow and feel the pain of fattybombom consumers eating all my diary produce.

(and okay, somewhere in there, lies some reaaaalllllyy weird connotations, dont you think?
and i dont mean to add that, but hey, probably the excess glucose (or whatever stuff diary prods morph into, is clogging up my brain cells. MOOO.))

STAFF PHOTO TAKING TMR!
HAHAHAHA.
I AM A STAFF. ohmygosh.
sounds so official,
had better start acting my position.

and finally,
i realised my voice is uber low.
like, during the class reading session,
when we had to read in unison,
i sound like a freaking tranny amidst all the high-pitched voices of the kids,

to think i tried to speak in a falsetto just to blend in.
EPIC FAIL.