:: Back to school ::

Finally. Phew.
A start of a new chapter.
My first day in school - back as a student, tho foreseeing a different set of challenges ahead.
Last week had been a hectic week.
Clearing my work. Handing over to my very eager contract teacher.
Preparing my students for Creative Poetry Reciting competition which we won second place among the west cluster schools.
I thought that was a nice end to everything.
All the efforts been worthwhile.

Amidst the hectic schedule, I managed to squeeze in lepak sessions wit my fav. kakis.
The fun part was that Uncle Busu gave me the permission to drive his Renault.
This time, alone. Wah piang, when he trusted me that much I was so damn honoured. Coz knowing Busu, he would never allow anyone to take his Renault for a drive.
So with his green light, I summoned all my kakis from to east. From ECP tp Keppel back to Bedok. After sending the last person back home, I realised I was on my own. Driving back from the east to the west at an ungodly hour .. 3.30 am cn be a lil scary. The thought of someone tapping my shoulders from the back while im driving was scary, so I let the radio blast.
Alhamdulilah, I went home in one piece. With the car.

Yesterday was super cool.
My second riding prac.
Just last week, I was beaming in pride because I didnt fell. But yesterday, I think I fell about 5 times. Stupid.
During my first practical session, I wore my fav. doc martens mary janes. It was allowed.
But yesterday, an irritating instructor told me the shoes were inappropiate for the pract. So I had to change my doc marten to the unglamorous Phua Chu Kang waterproof boots provided by the school.
Wah Biang. Adding insult to the injury, the smallest size boots that I can find was size 6. And bloody hell, I am always a size 5.
So with my nyonya outlook. Imagine gloves, PCK boots, motorcycle (no durians or vegetables). I forgot the word shame, paiseh or malu. Lol. Bantai jek.
The oversize boots made it difficult to balance and change gears. Halfway through,I nearly gave up. Erased the initial thought immediately and started riding (not very gracefully).

But. Managed to clear the stage. Lucky me. Eric, the instructor passed me. I think he was secretly hiding his laughter watching me ride in that stupid boots.

Heading to school. Bloody long entry.
Confirm lepaskan geram pat blog. Have a nice day peeps.