i walked out of 3/7 today. got so pissed at them. kept playing soccer in my class, after 3 warnings, they were still playing. n lester n gang kept talking loudly, i dont understand y is it tt they must talk at e top of their lungs n disturb everyone! even irwan n roy couldnt stand them, they were yelling at them to keep quiet n stop playing. min yew was so amazed cos i was still teaching despite e din, he kept asking me how i could stand it. but then i got so tired of shouting just to teach, so i kept quiet n stared at them. yet they continued playing. i got so fed-up, i juz took my stuff n walked out. i cant be bothered to scream at them anymore. if they dont want to learn, so be it. i'll juz walk out. i dont care if they feel happy abt it or wadeva, im tired of straining my voice. anw, its just one more week to go. i dont intend to spend the next few days nursing a bad throat n high fever again.

a surprise: irwan n roy actually booked me almost every day of next week for consultations after sch. apparently, they cant stand the noise frm their own class too, n want to study. so looks like i'll spend my last week camping in sch. had consultation w roy today after sch. saw him frm 2.30 all e way to 4.15.... din have lunch cos of tt..... his prob is tt he gets distracted too easily. e others play, he has to join them, he cant like ignore them or anything. even if he changes to a better class, i doubt his behaviour will change. the only saving grace is tt at least his interested in learning, unlike e others.

1 week, 2 days to go. somehow, i find myself eager to leave. i dread having to see 3/8 again.

unwritten - natasha bedingfield

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah