if the end of love is this hard. i would never love again. never again.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

end of feb

in another few more hours and it will be the end of feb... feb really passes really fast. partly also there was only 28days.

what happened during feb......

there's isn't much happening during feb. cleaned up my room (still left a bit to sort though), washed my soft toys. found another box of soft toys kept hidden in the box waiting for me to wash.. =p continued to love korean songs, korean idols and anything about korean. determination to learn korean is still there just not working it (as of yet..). looking forward to super junior concert.. loving my new short hair, however, had yet to take a nice picture..
still looking for a full time job, starting to lose interest in working at kumon (no idea why), thinking hard how to make my tuition students do better and work harder. starting to talk lesser cos dunno what to really talk or maybe fear to talk. *shrugs

basically, it ain't anything much exciting.. but am learning to love each day more.

so for march, i decided i should love each day more and cherish each day. not stressing myself to do what i should do. but at least make an effort. even if is 1% is also a start. =D

after the concert, i am going to save as much as possible. for many many factors.... in conclusion, this march, i will be trying to make an effort to like the things that i dun like. love the things that i love more. and sleep early, eat well. balance my life more to be happier.

to all my friends whom i care for, takecare and eat well ^_^

latest craze: korean girl group - kara (especially nicole jung ^^)

signing out... 9.57pm

Thursday, February 04, 2010

1st week of feb....

january ended badly. february started badly.

how will feb become.....

today is her birthday. but i can't bring myself to wish her. she finally replied after one long month. but the answer was not what i hope to hear from. to not want this person. i dunno whether i can do it though i kept telling myself i will do it. but i ain't doing so.

though the F.T Island fan meeting was enjoyable. it was my first time experiencing such an event and am so glad i am going with pf and lh. but the Shinee autograph was bad. i did not get the autograph. did not even see them. =.= the organiser really did a very bad job. everyone did not know where exactly to queue. one minute her the other minute there. i wonder whether they would be coming again. the concert at esplanade was too expensive for me to buy at the moment. so i hope they would come again soon..

went to see a chiropractor on tuesday with daphne, jocelyn and kt.. it is super expensive. super super expensive. sigh.. the whole of my tuition salary just went over there.... it all started with me using salonplas to cure my sprained ankle during sec 2. well, and maybe some other causes. but anyway, it is quite good. hopefully i will learn all the techniques, breathe, walk etc well.....

yesterday's tuition was horrible. these children really made me question whether i taught well not. i taught whatever i had to before assigning homework. but what came back. a BIG BIG QUESTION MARK stating - dunno how to do. what does that meant to parents? i did not taught them well......... the boy, is just as bad. gave him only 1 page (2 problem sum question) per day and just because he dun like to do problem sum, dun like to draw model, he said he dun want to do and when i say i will give him more if he behaves that way (since the mother asked me to do that whenever he show this behavior), he turned ard and bite me saying: you never even teach me how to do! in my heart i question. is simple addition problem, with example already given, basically just follow the example and do all 5 questions... he can't possibly want me to teach him the first question then say, still dunno and still dunno then i have to go thr all 5 right? what's the point of giving homework.

i really really hate it when i am being accused. accused of not teaching them when i tried so so hard. *tear*

signing out... 12.31pm