The past haunts...

This welcomed me when I got home:

It was sent from Canada! -gasps-
The past returns to haunt.

I hesitated on opening it - I didn't want the floodgates of emotions to be opened.
I didn't open it.
I went to wash up, and prayed that God would give me strength and wisdom to view the contents in that envelope.
I opened the envelope and viewed the contents.
Indeed, God gave me strength - I did not shatter; God gave me wisdom - I read how much I wanted to make things work and make him stay.

‎"Just because the past taps you on the shoulder, doesn't mean you have to look back. That's why the windshield is bigger than the rearview mirror!" -@BurnYouUpTweets

I'm gonna burn the contents tomorrow, or shred them on Monday.
Or should I not?
Should I keep them as a reminder to self, to never try so hard for someone who's eventually gonna crush my heart?
Hmmmm...

Yes, my past isn't glamourous, but I know I've tried and tried and tried.
There is nothing to look back on and hang onto except unhappiness.
I'm done being unhappy.

What's there to look forward to?
Everything - happiness and so much more!

Yes, my sailor boyfriend has done so much for me, especially in the past month to make me happy and to keep my heart intact.
I'm not done being happy, I have the rest of my life to be happy! :D

6

It's only Week 6 of the term and I feel like I've run out of stamina.
I love my classes but the lesson preparation is wearing me out.
Having to engage them yet prepare them for exams ain't helping either.
Sigh...

I need a getaway!
Hmmm...

What he chew??

My FaceBook Mobile Upload reads,

Thank you Tibbit - a comfy bed and air-con I gave you, 7 gnawed camera cables you returned me.
You're welcome my dear boy. =.=

Yea, so my dear boy finally got to sleep with me last night and I was greeted by these when I woke up.
What should I do with him? :(

Homeless :(

I came home from work to see Tibbit baby locked in his cage outside the house.
Apparently Daddy thinks keeping him in the house would be detrimental to his health - all the dust and noise.
And yes, all that dust and noise are true.
Daddy didn't tell me it'd be this bad; I was told Tibbit would be fine. :(
Hence I didn't arrange for him to stay at a boarding house.

So I brought my dear boy to a boarding house at 8ish, begged the person to let him be there.
Now I miss patting that boy to sleep before I go to bed. :(

I don't like all the dust!
And all that sleeping in weird places!
I want the renovation to be done abracadabra!! -pouts-

back from 'hell' :( (editted)

Halfway through lesson, I was left stumped.
The class went berserk today, they weren't like this the past 2 days. :(

I suddenly feel so scared - how am I supposed to carry out my future lesson plans if they're gonna be like this?
What should I do? -sobs-


I wish I could.

Edit:
After much thinking, I decided to take up the challenge and 'tame' them.
I hope to be able to teach them some EL skills with my different way of teaching.
Gonna keep my fingers crossed!

In the meantime, I'm going back to brainstorming about how to engage them in EL lessons...
Wish me luck!