The habitual reaffirmation of your non-existence due to your non-conformity.

Idiots Joy.

Oh how we lousy beings are easily excited and happy at minor and useless and base things. Totally useless we lousy beings. totally useless.

Whose non-conformity? mine. Whose non-existence? mine. Mine and solely mine.

Beyond all these, i'd like to mention that i'm extremely broke. weep. Stupid Project Shop cafe. So BLARDY expensive can. aargh.

Somemore tonight going majestic. sigh sigh sigh.

The world's greatest revelations... are at the back of your head.

Well well.. So, i've begun teaching at St Anthony's Canossians, and will be for the the next month or so, and hopefully, in july, aug and sept.. till i fly off..

And now that i've got my money making plans online, i can well.. at least, not need to worry about money.

I was teaching this class on wednesday, and there was a hearing impaired girl called lakshna .. she had this hearing aid on, and a FM tuner i am supposed to talk into so that she could hear. As i speak very loudly in class.. i asked her if she needed me to speak directly into it.. and she said that i was quite loud.. so.. no need..

So i left the tuner mircophone thingy on the teacher's table, and carried on with the class..

As with a class full of girls, they are always very squirmy, giggly, and horrificially mischevious. So.. they got abit rowdy, and i got abit irritated, i banged the table with my palm, and poor Lakshna JUMPED out of her seat giving me an extremely shocked look! Like as if a priest pinched her but or something.

Oops.. hahaa... i was apologising to the poor girl profusely after the lesson. hahaha.

I made the sec 5 girls hand in the summary i made them do for homework, there was this girl, who obviously did not do it. So, i made her hand it in by the end of the day. And when she did, her homework was so so messy, i was HORRIFIED. I took her homework, and marched over another more senior english teacher's table, and i waved it at her asking her what should i do with this kid. And another geog teacher, said very loudly in a nondescript manner, "Huh? Love letter ah?"

Sigh.

On the side note. The job pays pretty well, and i work short hours. yay.

Betty's Financial Services.

I wonder what does Betty do for a living.

First day at school, St Anthony Canossian School. The girls school. Mad mad mad i say.

Very very tired. Many funny things happened. Remind me to revert the stories.

daphne carries a pink pen in her bag. its nice and pink. like her finger nails, and her handphone.

Keeping Mum.

Well, i did watch that movie, and it was brilliantly, gorgeously supercalifragelisticexpelidocious.

I desired to write a reflection on my Lenten observance.. Not much of one though, but the topic, inspired by Rowan Atkinson's role in Keeping Mum, should be His Mysterious Ways.

I just received a call from St Anthony's Cannossian Convent, and they requested that I teach geography and english for 3 days this week. That was a BIG suprise because I didn't registed with them, and its a catholic school! By G-d's grace and glory! It certainly must be the work of the divine mercy (for poor unemployed and bored people).

Maybe if they name me a saint 100 years from now, they will call me, St Jason Job of Marine Parade Rd, The Patron Saint of the Poor Unemployed, Bored, and Da Chang Jin Addicted Peoples. And my chapel will have the perpetual ado (sic) of the Da Chang Jin serial drama where peoples will gather from all over the world to appreciate and marvel at the wonderful drama series and watch it 24/7.

We were supposed to have an easter brunch/tea for the community, but due to exams and stuff, no one has the time. I do propose the 7th sunday of Easter, or Pentecost Sunday. I think both works fine. The menu though, is an ABSOLUTE pain to prepare.

Pray harder that i get more stable income. sigh.