i got my chicky poxy(as what dear mako called me)from my student, jing rong. and now, i got this rash from two prime suspects. the students that live under the same roof cos the week before last, two of my students were having cold and daddy was having symptoms too. just when the words of out of the doctor's mouth, i darted dangerous glances at daddy who happily smiled an innocent smile. i always tell daddy i am fit and hence, i dont fall ill easily. he, on the other hand, begs to differ by saying that he rather get sick ocassionally than to have a big time sickness. -_-

the rashes will happily be my closet companion for the next 6 to 8 weeks. and "thank sky thank floor", the rashes would not grow on my face. and looking on the bright side, there is no diet restriction. i can eat anything that is black or with soya seeds. there shouldnt be scars, should i tie myself up with ropes so as not to ease the itch by scratching. its as good as telling me to go through living hell. one mosquito bite can lead me to scratching and scratching. let alone the multiplying rashes on my body.

so for the next 6 to 8 weeks, i am promoted from princess to queen cos daddy has to give in to me further more to my every cries and whims.. wahaha~ (though i haven make him promise me that, but again...wahaha.. since when have i lost? haha.. oops)

teachers' day is once again approaching. and i am still so blur. my student recorded a vocal msg in a card which i can press and hear. but alas, the unobersvant me pressed "record" instead and there goes the recording.. i felt so bad as he seemed so eager for me to hear it in front of him and even wanted me to sms him about my thoughts and feelings after hearing.. haiz..

being a part time tutor shed light on why my teachers of a decade ago used to tell us that the best presents would be the sensibility and the good results from the students. how true.