Dear Diary

I've been missing in action for a while now, not that I'm in any important mission.
But three weeks of teaching has gotten me SO OLD.
I'm completely immersed and absorbed into the commitment towards work to the extent of never before.
But I'm not giving up on my life, just yet.
There's this excellent international group I've been yearning to join in, Raleigh International. although it won't materialize in these few weeks, but in months it shall.
They have activities like charity, garage sales, hiking and places hopping, which is exactly the things you need to do to feel young again.
*Cough* Yeah, and healthy again.
Fingers crossed for my darling to get through his tough times.

I made a terrible mistake. Well, among the other little mistakes I've made, this was the biggest ever so far.
I directed a bunch of students to play under the sun, overlooking the fact that they might "crash and burn".
It was in the middle of the basketball court. Parents and on-lookers were outside the gate. They saw it, and some wanted to sue me because I was being said torturing them.
The teacher on duty quickly pushed me aside to have a word.
I then retreated into the class, along with the exhausted kids.
Lesson learnt. Never let them under the scorching sun. I might get so sued.
I'm scared of the fact that some kids might break down into a very bad fever because of this.
And with that, I'm also sick with a scratched voicebox.
Truth to tell, teacher-ship has taken a toll on me.
I'm also mighty afraid to end up behind bars of Tanjung Rambutan, as said the place have extra places for patients of former teachers.
The problem is teachers who can't cope ends up haywire.
Oh I wish in the future, teachers get benefits like anti-depressants, so that we don't have to pay a fortune for a life supply.

I know, I know, I whine like a baby. But I was really in a mess during the first week at the mistress' house.
But fear not, jailed no more. I've officially moved into a Seri Kembangan apartment with the new girl friend, though not as many perks, but totally worth it.
Now my life is being put back to place. I can't tell you how pleased I am.
Living outside requires the help of friends, and being independent means going frugal since money isn't in yet.
And to my surprise, I found out a good friend of mine is staying right next to my block, met her at the night market. ^^
Food is like so much variety in a few steps away, shopping malls eg The Mines and Jusco are just around the corner.
The school, well, quite some heavy burden with the job but I try to compensate with a week dose of Starbucks.
Time to get a tumbler (It's already in my next item on wishlist.:p Before manicure and Dooodolls Cupido and Cupipi of course.)
Speaking of Cupipi and Cupido, I can't wait to get my hands on them, hope they're still in stock by then~
Or if you haven't seen them yet, you don't know what you've missed... greatest gift for this special new year and Valentines combined occasion.
Dooodolls' this season rocks!

For the past three days, I've been acquired to perform my duties as a child driver, homework pusher, teacher and listener to return the wage for my mistress.
I like her kids.
BUT I HAVE A LIFE!
Yes, now I refer her as my mistress.
She has been gossiping and talking bad all day long, making me think what a wonderful day to fill some ear wax.
The thing is, she is the wife of head PIBG in all schools along Cheras area, quite a big and generous man.
But the wife has been too much.
She has offended teachers, head masters, guards, even canteen aunties has not been able to escape from the mercy of her evil tongue.
Her nonsense way of talking her bad traits into good ones are incredibly honorable to me.
She blames her daughter's English teacher for not picking her in English Competition.
She asks me favors.
Colorful ones, LIKE: MAKE A DAUGHTER OF HER RICH CEO FRIEND WHO IS NOW IN MY CLASS THE MONITOR JUST BECAUSE.
AND: HELP HER ASK THE ENGLISH TEACHER OF HER DAUGHTER TO GIVE HER A PLACE IN KOKO
JUST BECAUSE.
AND: LOOK AFTER THEIR KIDS 24/7, RIGHT AFTER MY WORK, JUST BECAUSE!
I have a LIFE! Makes me want to say

GET A LIFE!
GET OUT OF MY LIFE!
I WON'T HELP YOU ATTAIN YOUR EVIL PLANS JUST BECAUSE YOU LET ME LIVE UNDER YOUR ROOF, FEED ME AND SPARE ME SOME WATER!

And imagine that, it's only the third day.
And I'm using more big case letters more than I ever in my life.

Balakong
Day 1

The morning after, I was requested to bring the mistress' two kids to school.
I was almost flipping with eager to do so, since I'm not paying any rental fees.
So I drove to school in the heavy rain and sloppy roads.
The teachers gave a few little notions in our arrival, which, is a good thing, because we don't need a big warm welcome to garner unwanted attraction.
But the school itself is a huge culture shock to me.
Assembly was an hour late.
Classes are over-lacking with subject teachers.
The parking lot is like a housing lot. (All brackets no roads in between)
Koko is on Wednesday during class hour.
Class teachers are not allowed to collect class fee.
I know some schools are weirder in some sense.
I tried to do everything at a time, which led to no time to shit and eat syndrome.
At home, I got mistress' orders:
~TALKING TO ME ABOUT CAR ACCIDENTS (which she denied was her fault and blaming it on the parents' barbaric nature is not a defense but a clear view of her nature)
~GETTING ME TUITION ON THE FIRST DAY (is showing me like wise)
~INTERROGATING ME WHY I DID NOT EAT, WHY I STAYED UP LATE, WHY DIDN'T I OFF THE LIGHTS AT NIGHT (are off the limits of my state of privacy)

I'm not selfish.
A little bit self-centered.
But I'm not entirely so selfless.
So why can't I have the house I was offered before?
- self suffice life is something I wanted very badly
- total freedom, a vital sign of my life

This is not what I bargained with my freedom for.
I should have written Ipoh.

Balakong
Day 0

Throughout the weekend, I've been looking for a place to rent.
And so the kind headmistress gave an address at Sg Long, which later I found out is spacious, fully equipped and super cheap rental.
A PLACE THAT I CAN CALL MY OWN.
But my parents was worried of me living alone, so they got me into the neighbour's house instead, who's friendliness is over-fusing my brain.
Before even moving to Balakong, the mistress gave me my first holy task, to pick-up the mother-in-law from Taman Rashna to Balakong.
Everything was seemingly well.
Or so that was what I thought.