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Tuesday, March 02, 2004

Sat, 28th Feb

I am assigned to take up a P5 tuition class at Istiqamah Mosque. It starts at 9.30am, so instead of reporting work at the office, I went straight to Serangoon North. At Marsiling MRT, I met Guat Yee (or Erica) in the train. She's off for a course in AJC. So glad to meet her that day. The last time I met her was last yr, when one of our classmates got married. We were wondering when will be the next time that we gonna have another gathering. I guess...when someone gets married. Probably..Yongqiang?

I dun have his photo rite now though. Yongqiang is my sec-sch fren. He sat beside me in class. And yes, we are rather noisy! He would "bully" me and never fail to question my decisions esp r/ship stuff. heehee!

During certain days in sch, we were required to do a Silent Reading. He usually forgets to bring it. So, I would bring one for him. He borrowed that book for a year and he never flip to the 2nd page! Cos everytime he read the 1st para, he would turn to me and talked...of course, the teacher in-charge at that moment would give us constant glares.

Thru'out the almost 2yrs sitting next to each other, there wasnt one time that we were quiet. Oh..wait there was. We had an argument abt something...was it abt my ex-bf or was it abt him bugging me everytime i wanted to do my work. Cant remember....

anyway, i remembered Xinyi (my classmate) asked another guy what's wrong wit us, cos we were surprisingly quiet. Heehee..most of my classmates didnt have the guts to ask us...as though we were gonna explode anytime.

But we manage to settle our diff. He initiated it...he had to cos we had a show to run!

Those were the days...

Back to Sat's story.

It was more enjoyable to teach at a corporate client's location actually. At least it gives me time off from the office environment. One of the pre-sch teachers took up relief-teaching that day. So after our classes, we went to the nearest coffeeshop for lunch.

After that, it was time to go home! At least, I'm going places which I have nvr been before. (trying hard to console my self huh?)

naniz @ 9:12:00 PM

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