That uncle whom we always bought groceries from passed away this morning. I wasn't so upset after hearing his demise. Maybe I'm heartless. Maybe I have heard too many deaths earlier this month that I didn't know how to react to such news anymore. I think I knew him since I was in kindergarten. He watched how my mum raised me. And I watched how he became emaciated by the days ever since we knew of his kidney failure. I will always remember his friendly smiles, in fact he's probably the only one I will remember because he was the only nice person around at that place. That place I never quite like to go.
It's only been two days into relief teaching but I am already losing my voice. At the same time I don't know whether to call it a blessing or not that I am in constant hunger and exhaustion since yesterday. Blessing being, 1. eat very little and thus, lose weight; 2. tired all the time and so, hardly insomniac. Emotions wise, I could never be calmer in front of a class of monsters. So, no bad moods so far. I think past relief experiences really help a lot.
With that, I am simply too beat to continue so I shall end here and go to bed.
May Friday come soon.
I'm but another typical working adult who looks forward to the weekends...
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