books in hotels

hmm. i didn't know the skin was such a dead giveaway, but anyway. *waves*

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i've decided today that i bring no more work home. i'm in the afternoon session, so what i'll do from now on is leave school promoptly by 6:45pm and get home, bathe, watch the 7pm show that's halfway on and then do some planning/resouces (seldom) for the next day's class. and then watch the next 9pm show. and slack. and read. i want to read ishiguro's latest book.
and go back to school at 9am the next morning and enter the quiet airconditioned staff room once again and smell the smell of books and walk to my cubicle again and watch the familiar piles of books that have not changed overnight and realise that nothing has changed and the work still needs to be marked. and mark hysterically till 12.

now that the holidays are over, good books are piling up in the national library after having toured half the world in a stuffed and smelly suitcase, brought out in hotel rooms for the ocassional read and then being tossed around the clean, neat, white sheets as interest in the book gives way to the blaring tv and the appreciation of being halfway round the world in a hotel with all the ample, bare, usual necessitities like the jug with coffee cups in the tray in front of the mirror, returning two perfect images of the same jug and cups inside the mirror. and there you sit, in the white sheets, staring right back at yourself and smelling carpet in your nose.

the tony parsons book has been to genting, KL, taipei and malacca. and the travelling has taken its' toll on the new book.

so i have volleyball tomorrow morning and have to be in school by 9 and yes, it will be a long day once more. walk to the sports hall and sign the attendance list, bring social studies books to mark and spelling books and journals and it seems like my whole world rotates on its' own axis upon the returning of books, corrections, taking them back again and then the cycle goes on endlessly.

the life is busy and seems filled with things to do and in this way it never seems as though i'm missing out on anything. or am i? no time to ponder, no time to think. lookstraightandjustwalkonbecausethereareothersbehind.