inundated...
To count my blessings.
To not forget that while I whine, there are people in worse situations that I've never been in.
And after staring at my feet for a while, with my favourite colour staring back at me, life seemed a little more gay.
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One of my students whom I taught for 2 terms came up to me this morning and said, “Hey, Ms Angie, you must come for our graduation.”
He took out his wallet and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. It was a hand drawn picture of a nurse with a syringe. The handwriting was familiar. It read “Always believe in yourself.” It was drawn by me. The handwriting was mine.
He said, “This course is tough shit. When it was rough, I always took out the paper and read the line to myself. Always believe in yourself. Always believe in yourself. Over and over again. I’m graduating! I’m almost a full fledged nurse. Your words were so important to me when I first came to ITE.”
I was so touched. I almost cried. Standing there with the crumpled piece of paper I drew 2 years ago. In moments like these, I remember why I chose to become a teacher.
I totally would. They are the most comfortable pair of shoes I’d ever owned!
Who ever said we had to get married in a pair of white towering high heels? My friend, YL, who is getting married this weekend is walking down the aisle in dark fuschia heels! Beautiful!
Said Carrie Bradshaw “Why are we willing to write our own vows, but not our own rules?”
pics via tomsshoes.com
I survived the first work week in January.
My daughter survived the first school week.
My baby survived the deafening silence in an empty house week.
Next week I need to survive the first work + school week. I’m a little nervous about going back to school. I logged onto my student portal to check which classrooms I would be in and it read "YOU ARE NOT ENROLLED IN ANY MODULES.
I freaked out. I mean, I paid my fees didn't I? Did my registration form get lost? Did the mail man faint? As you can see, I am having some anxiety attacks and pangs in my stomach every now and then.
Oh well, I guess for the time being, I’m just celebrating the end of the week with some comforting chocolate cake and a cup of tea.
TGIF, peeps.
pic via simply breakfast
December for me was spent shopping and wrapping, baking and cooking. I smelled like my kitchen. Or was it my oven? Either way, I smelled like food.
I tried out this apple strudel muffin recipe and it came out lovely. They’re a little spicy from the cinnamon and nutmeg, soft with apple filling and had a crunchy strudel topping. Heavenly.
I used the baking cups from Daiso. Aren’t they pretty? Love the scallop trimming on the top. And so cheap, all for $2.
It is the first day of school. There are a few kids around Andrea screaming, flailing arms and legs, tears running down their sad faces yelling “Don’t leave me here! I don’t want to go in.”
What does my daughter do? She tosses her head and announces to me “I won’t cry like them. I’m brave.” Then she shakes her head and says “Boys…” (because the kids that were crying were boys).
Andrea shoots them pitying glances then lets out a big BIG sigh.
Last evening, I took my girls to Gingersnaps at Raffles City to buy their Christmas dresses. Andrea now wants to wear everything that Marissa wears. She insisted for a good half hour that she wants the exact same dress as her sister for Christmas. I don’t really like to clothe my girls in similar dresses, I want them to have their own identity but who am I to begrudge my child of that?
Gingersnaps carry clothes for children that are comfortable and made of very soft fabric, I'm very particular about this because I remember having to wear organza lined dresses during festive seasons and I hated it! The last thing I want is for my girls to be scratching like monkeys at Christmas.
This was what I settled for.
Blue-purple eyelet dress with pleating at the front for both my girls.
And now I will show you what a vainpot my older one is when faced with a mirror.
Marissa's such a bundle to cuddle! If you're not into Christmas, you should really avoid my blog for the whole month of December. I catch some sort of Christmas sickness. I'm pretty much high on life for the whole month of December. What can I say? Tis' the season to be jolly. Just 2 more weeks to Christmas!