At The End of The Day

…and you wouldn’t believe the amount of work my boss had given me. Maybe that’s what supposed to be my Year End Bonus. Not that I’m complaining. At least, I’m not dealing with some boring financial reports, as I know some people are doing. Ha.

Anyway, I had also been asked to submit a proposal for a seminar at central branch and I’m guessing not a whole lot of people submitted theirs - mine got through. The gig will be this Thursday.

And I haven’t got anything to wear. Hahaha.

What the heck was I doing? I haven’t been touching Power Point since forever. I doubt it if I still remember which is which. How am I going to present my material? Using pathetic cutout pictures in the classroom is OK., I guess, but at a seminar…? Where not all of the people present adore me?

Anyway, enough about work.

Rico lent me The OC, first season, and I’ve been wasting the weekend away watching Ryan and the gang - instead of working. (Well, here we’re back again…) Anyway, I watched it on and off the first time it came out - only now can I understand all the fuss that had been made then. It is really good.

God, I’m addicted. The connection today is heaven, smooth and fast, unlike what it has been these last couple of weeks - but all I can think of is going home and watch some more.

There are some articles I’ve pulled off Google concerning the topic I am about to present later but damn, aren’t they a bore to read. I mean, these people know what they’re talking about and they’re supposed to be teachers - which means knowing how to present things in an interesting way but I guess, the wild, wild web simply defeats them.

I Cannot Read A Damn Thing!

All the articles are written in the detestable Times New Roman (I hate Times New Roman) and all in one very wide column. Find yourselves a 9 year-old kid to tool a little with your layout, guys!

Anyway, I’m off. There’s nothing here to help me with the presentation - just gonna have to do it my own way. That’s what I like best anyway. Wish me luck. Hasta la vista.

Top Five:

5. One of my favourite cousins, Inggrid called and chattered in her usual way which I didn’t realise I missed so much.
4. My bro called (first on the line!) at midnight - Sorry I missed it!
3. Realising that there are indeed a number of people who remember and care to call or text and wish me Happy Birthday
2. Boy calling from downstairs to do same. (Nggak modal!)
1. Ipai going into Esther’s class and, out of the blue, announced to everybody that he was Batman!

Bottom Five:

5. Being woken up repeatedly by the well-wishers. I know you mean well, guys, but I am just not alive yet before 10.
4. Having the lil brat of the house owner’s daughter screaming at the top her lungs outside my window.
3. Having to teach instead of hanging out with my crazy colleagues past 7 PM and eat the cake.
2. Not having Edwin call me today. Huh, typical male.
1. Not being able to talk to him today.