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Good morning sunshine! I am depressed, ergo I am at home doing nothing. And why pray tell am I depressed? Because I have students in my class who are quite frankly (insert appropriate derogatory noun of choice)! I would like to say I hate them but I have learnt (am learning) not to take things personally. So there! Forgive my cryptic post so early in the morning but my students are also stalkers and I have never liked locked posts.
On a brighter note, Kallang Leisure Park, which has recently become my favourite hangout place (because it a. is ulu b. has a Coldstorage c. sells frozen yoghurt d. all of the above), boasted a second-hand book sale over the weekend! I bought six books for only $20.50 including *drumroll*The Teenage Textbook and The Teenage Workbook. Do you remember those dreadful books that you most likely read in primary or secondary school? They are bad (but oh so entertaining if you’re 12) but I bought them in the name of nostalgia so anyone attempting to reclaim their (tasteless) childhood, please feel free to borrow them from me.
Anyhow, to curb the depression I started out with this morning, I’ve been playing hide and seek wrestle (his own invention) with Tybby under the blankets all morning. If you don’t have a cat, let me give you this caveat. Don’t ever own a cat unless you’re prepared to never want to leave the house because having your cat crawl under the sheets with you and snuggle into your side (and then rub noses with you) is curiously addictive. Which reminds me, I have to shower Tybby soon; he’s starting to smell from excessive Yin kisses. Hee hee.
On a brighter note, Kallang Leisure Park, which has recently become my favourite hangout place (because it a. is ulu b. has a Coldstorage c. sells frozen yoghurt d. all of the above), boasted a second-hand book sale over the weekend! I bought six books for only $20.50 including *drumroll*The Teenage Textbook and The Teenage Workbook. Do you remember those dreadful books that you most likely read in primary or secondary school? They are bad (but oh so entertaining if you’re 12) but I bought them in the name of nostalgia so anyone attempting to reclaim their (tasteless) childhood, please feel free to borrow them from me.
Anyhow, to curb the depression I started out with this morning, I’ve been playing hide and seek wrestle (his own invention) with Tybby under the blankets all morning. If you don’t have a cat, let me give you this caveat. Don’t ever own a cat unless you’re prepared to never want to leave the house because having your cat crawl under the sheets with you and snuggle into your side (and then rub noses with you) is curiously addictive. Which reminds me, I have to shower Tybby soon; he’s starting to smell from excessive Yin kisses. Hee hee.