Float on high and forever dance alone

Promo results are officially out tomorrow. In my head I picture two booths in the canteen: one selling packets of PASEO tissue (my favourite of all because its mega soft) and another selling balloons. The extreme ends of the spectrum: to weep or rejoice.

Timetable for intensive lecture is out. The fact that I leave for Japan on the 8th isn't all that praise-worthy. Mrs Low was definitely not pleased to hear of my departure. I swear she wanted to take off her heels and slap me with it. And can you even imagine me telling Ms Tan. Would she throw me off the building? The problem of having unmarried women as teachers is one thing. Menopause is another thing. Combine them together and... Uhm, let's not scare ourselves. We certainly don't want nightmares tonight.

Sundays are especially good when I can find time with Lydia after church, coupled with cake as comfort food. I apologise to Billy boy for not being able to meet him for the umpteenth time he asked me out! Yeek truly sorry! It'll be soon! Promise!

Before the clock strikes midnight, I take my leave. It's raining cows and chickens- the perfect weather to snuggle in bed. But the anticipation kills: I don't know whether Im dreading for results to come or the parent-teacher session.

I haven't been in the best behaviour considering the number of times I serve detention for being late for school. Plus not producing quality test results to meet self expectations. BAH whining does help aye.