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Friday, December 29, 2006

Wow, FINALLY a chance to blog. Between work, and a number of social events, I barely have time to sleep, let alone blog or maple.

And now, I am blogging at a certain point in my life. Today very much closes a chapter in my life, one that is short but nevertheless will always be close to my heart. Today, I parted with my beloved children.

No, not biological ones, thank goodness. For the past two weeks, I've been teaching a K2 class at a childcare centre. Today being the last weekday of the year, marks the end of kindergarten life for them. Next week, they'll be attending primary schools and all. I will miss them. For the past two weeks they were the people whom I interacted with most often. I guess we bonded. It was nice.

And next week I'll be facing a new class. You know, we don't really move on by choice. Life simply pushes us on, like cogs in a gear, all part of this macro-mechanism otherwise known as life. I know it seems a little pessimistic, but I'm not exactly in my best mood right now.

On a brighter note, the younger class, which I look after sometimes, will still be around. They'll move from PG, the 2 year olds' class, to Nursery 1, which is for the 3 year olds.

Nursery 1. Any of you surprised to see this? I guess I was pretty ignorant, not knowing about such a thing until I looked through some of the paperwork. In my time, there was only one year of nursery. We learned our ABCs at the age of four. Now the 2 year olds know the alphabet song by heart.

And I used "in my time". Am I really that old? I feel old, that's for sure. Being around people one-third of my age puts my life in a different perspective. Here's one of the conversations in class today.

Student A: "Miss Michelle, I will miss you."

Me: "I will miss you too."

Student A: "Next Wednesday I going to XXX Primary School, why you cannot go there and teach also? Then I can see you."

(Despite two weeks of correcting their sentence structures, the children still sprout such broken sentence structures. Still, the student was so sweet, it very much caused me to melt.)

Me: "No I cannot just change schools like that. I still have to teach here next year."

Student A: "Will you still be teacher when I become teacher also?"

(So sweet and adorable!)

Me: "I don't know. Maybe not. Maybe by then I will get married and have children, and then you can teach them."

Student A: "At that time you will be how old?"

Student B (half-listening to the earlier part of the conversation): "Aiyah, when you become teacher that time, she will be old. And when you become old that time, she will go into the sky lor."

(!?!?!? Am I so old? To them, I must be, I guess.)

Student A: "Miss Michelle, then when you go into the sky that time, will you remember me anot?"

(Well, this is how some things can be so sweet and yet so morbid at the same time.)

Back to the Nursery 1 part, are Singaporeans really the epitome of kiasu or what?

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I watched "Curse of the Golden Flower" with CK last night. It was an okay-ish type of movie. The best part of the moive was Gong Li, from her impressive acting, to her even more impressive cleavage.

My goodness, I don't think I've watched a more distracting movie. Everything in the movie was in over-abundance, from the gold scenery, to the number of extras, to the chrysanthemums, to the... boobs. My goodness, boobs everywhere. Almost all the women in the movie wore the low cut dresses, and the corset things. Needless to say, Gong Li's twosome were the most impressive of the lot. So many times in the movie, especially during the running scenes, I thought her boobs were going to bounce out of the corset!

Well, of course they didn't. Not that I'm dying to see her tits. I already saw them in "Miami Vice", and it was such a weird experience, seeing the tits of an actress you know. I mean, all the others that I came across in the NC-16 or M-18 movies I've watched (not that there were many) belonged to some unknown B-list actress, so in a sense it seems more okay.

My writing, on the other hand, is beginning to lose some sense, in other words, on the verge of being nonsense. Yeah, and even that was pretty nonsensical.

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Man, I'm exhausted. I really have to cash in on some serious beauty sleep. Tomorrow I'll be going out with CK and some friends to watch "Deathnote 2"! Before that, I hope to be able to catch a few episodes of "The Nanny" on TV. I love the show! Ever since I started working, I haven't been able to watch it.

And a very belated Merry Christmas to everyone.

♥ The lights faded at 10:09 pm