今天是我牛一

I was hoping for a day off but it was not to be. I taught my English lesson and introduced the letter m. Along with every other teachers at the Kindergarten, I was also given a cake (1kg) to take home. After work, I rushed off to my favourite shop to pick up a pair of white pants for tomorrow night's fancy dinner for teachers. After that I rushed off to the hairdresser's for a massage, hair wash & cut. I was hoping to take a rest after all that but I had two lots of workbooks to mark.

I am now waiting for my brother to get home so we could all dine at Little Italy. I am going to turn into a pig this evening. I am ordering pasta (Fettuccine with Carbonara sauce) as well as some sort of pizza. My Mum's helper might snub my invitation but I don't give a damn. I love to eat at Little Italy and no, I am not going to change the venue for her. My doctor is happy with me last week and I take that as a permission to enjoy one evening. 

A Bit About The Little One

10 years ago on my birthday (mid May), I bought a little Guinea Pig from a pet shop further away from Camberwell. It was a selfish act. People around me were becoming parents at the time and because I felt left out, I chose to keep a Guinea Pig instead. He was a lovely piggy. He would squeak and squeak when he heard us coming up the stairs. He wouldn't do that for other residents in the building. In fact, he used to 'brrrr...' at a few individuals. In Guinea Pig language, when he/she does the 'brrr...' or drum roll, he/she is usually not impressed with something or someone. The super pampered piggy went to heaven today 5 years ago. It was just months before the Beijing Olympics. I regret that I didn't take the piggy to the vet in time. I really believed that he was going to be OK. I have been told that I am not a very trusting person but I think that I gambled away my little Guinea Pig's life by trusting a very important person in my life at the time. I really thought that I was over-reacting and that the piggy was actually fine even though everything else was telling me that things are not too good.
 
I told my Mum that I wish to keep a pet again but I can't bring myself to do it while I am still here in Kota Kinabalu. I would love a little Westie, Scotty, a big Maine Coon or even a mini Chinchilla (think Totoro) but I can't keep any of them for fear they might end up as road kill or worst, served up for someone's dinner! I also can't keep a pet now because I don't know any good local vets. Some animals may not like living in this hot, sticky weather either and I can't afford to provide airconditioning all day everyday.

Did My Bit Today

I did my bit today. We went quite early in the morning. My brother and I went together but my Mum went to another location. Frankly, I didn't see the point. I just want to stay at home to prep for my Monday lesson.

When I was a student, I used to worry that I didn't come home with good grades. Now that I am a teacher, I am worried that the little munchkins do not score well in their test. I am already pretty sure that 75% of the 64 kids will not score well in the test set by the teacher from the UK. I think that I will receive complaints soon. There's little I could do when 64 kids can't hear sounds like /f/ or /h/ because they are voiceless. I don't want to tell them that the sound for f is fur or the sound for h is huh. The kids' English vocab is also sooo low that I think it is pointless for them to start learning phonics or learning to read but no one is listening. Oh well.