and so the new year is upon us all.
the previous entry in this blog was about me receeding - the more work i did, the less i felt i had become.
what do i miss about 2009? sure i miss waking up at nine and the paltry marking which was a breeze compared to what i did in 2008. i miss teaching a group of overly-enthusiastic pupils who sapped my energy, particulary for the four hours i saw them for on fridays.
now it's back to the grind and it seems like nothing had changed except for the faces i see before me in the classroom.
ironically or otherwise, i've been assigned the same level and class alphabet as the first bunch of primary five pupils i taught back in 2006. there's even a sibling of a pupil from that 2006 batch, as if irony chose to mock further at me.
until today, i'm still not used to writing 2010. not that i have to, since i've already conveniently pasted 2010 on the top right hand corner of my whiteboard - since lazy ole' me doesn't want the trouble or inconvenience of writing it on a daily basis.

but i digress.

i miss:

trudging in the cold, alone.
waking up, alone and without a care in the world.
manila days - days of being heady in love.
days of waltzing into a bookstore.
days of watching the lights in orchard in all merriment.

it is time to sleep.