Been ages since i last conducted any sessions. Today's session was alright. Not that good for my student have freaking forgotten all that i've thought during the first two weeks of the holidays. He was lucky, given that i was not really in a bad mood this evening. Else, he'd be crying under his blanket now!

What a scary monster i am?

Never liked kids anyway. Everyone knows that. No big deal!

Was sooo into the singing mood this noon. But, it got 'screwed up'. Or perhaps i should say it didn't went on as planned. That's me - When the slightest detail doesn't go according to what i have in mind, i'd rather abort the entire plan than go ahead and accept any single 'flaw'. Perfectionist? Maybe. There's this Chinese saying which goes "Be stern when it comes to yourself and gracious when it comes to others". Unfortunately, i'm just doing the opposite. Or am i?

In any case, i know it's a chore to work with me. A real hard chore! My three years in TP have proven that as a fact. But, to put things in a nicer way, i just want the best for the team. Nothing but the best. And i look at the result, not the process. People never examine the process anyway; they look at the end-result and judge you according to what you've achieved, not what you've went through or experienced. Or perhaps, i just want the best for MYSELF. Maybe.

I so desperately want to drive. But i guess i should just wait for a vehicle to come to me instead of renting one. My dad always have that kinda lobangs anyway. Argh...

Parents are out. They were out since this evening, before i even left for tuition. Was home alone, and is still alone now. Pathetic. The house seems sooo big, all of a sudden. Sooo empty.

I miss my baby sis's nonsense. The way she would ask me to listen to her love story with her policeman, the way she would want me to vanish from the room so that she could use the PC and the way she would want to do those stupid psychological tests with me. I miss having her tell me that i'm the one whom she was most concerned at that point of time in her life.

I shed a tear yesterday, when i was on the way to 'visit' Cindy with SS jie and Man.

Long time since i teared, it seems to me.

I just ate some french fries earlier. Parents are out, so no dinner for me. ( People, i don't deem french fries as dinner alright. ) There's no way i will make myself eat alone, never. That's too pathetic. Ate fries with ketchup, a lot of ketchup. Didn't sprinkle any salt. If it were Cindy, she'd gladly empty the bottle of salt we have in the kitchen. Like what i actually told SS jie yesterday, it may be a good thing that Cindy left us. At least she left with a still-not-too-bad health condition. If she were to be with us for another 10 yrs or so, i bet she'll be down with diabetes and kidney failures by then, given the amount of candies and salt she consumes.

That's what i call 'self-consolation', folks!

Pal,
Are you like on your way home now? Your kat mummy here is rather worried. ( Ok, that sounds childish, but i'm just trying to go along with what pal wants. )