let lemons be angry

I used to play Teacher and write brainless sums for my "students", who i played as well. John and David have two eyes each. How many eyes do they have altogether? I never thought i'd find myself writing similar questions for a real student who'd take them seriously, sans the Johns and Davids. And the eyes. Cindy came over for her first maths tuition session with me today, arranged such that i hadn't had time to prepare myself with inspiring things to say and such. I managed to pull off my role as teacher convincingly enough, prying through her needless mistakes to discover the cause of her failed p3 exam, or looking like i had. She's grown so much in one year. I wasn't the dream tutor who gave out sweets and frequent breaks, but she told me she's coming tomorrow afternoon again.

I called auntie ml this morning with my voice in spectacular pieces. Turns out my sore throat didn't come about from reading repititive children's stories to Nat. (try reading out the gingerbread man though, it's like a song with a chorus "You can't catch me, no you can't! You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!" and Hedgehogs Don't eat Hamburgers : "'Here we go, here we go, here we go!' they sang as they went on their way.") I found that i did not die of embarrassment when i put in all the necessary voices for effect, contrary to what i'd always believed. And i'd have gladly done it again today, but it wasn't to be. I wouldn't dare get tan cheng bock's grandson sick either. No laughing matter. The little white two-year-old bundle who reduced him to tears on national tv--lost or made sick? I don't think that's the greatest idea. But he liked me, he did. I adore his little game of pointing at things and testing me on their names ( "what's that?" and i'll obediently say "hay"). I got it wrong once though. He showed me this long-legged rubber insect and i said "spider", to which he threw back his head in dramatic horror and shouted, "cockroooooaaachh!"

When will i get down to nurturing myself? It's been a very nice two days but i'm getting anxious about sats, and i'm too warm and cold at once. My mum made me this hot calamansi juice she learnt to make in the philippines, i shall get more calamansis to make myself addicted to it. Other than warm eyes, sats and other paperwork, i do believe i'm in no danger of anything else. "You are out of danger now" the poem did say. Bridget Jones's Diary is sweet in an unorthodox way, and she's right about the extraordinary thing.

Paki i don't dare to message you in case i get the wrong number. But remember we have missions to accomplish.