Happy Birthday to the self-denial in me. I feel so much of an old hag now that I can't tell people that I'm still a teenager (by universal definition).
Thanks for my very first birthday present. I kind of freaked out; I mean, will I ever get to use it before the white cotton gets eaten up by worms? Haha. But it was nevertheless a lovely present. Thanks babes. The breakfast session was priceless.
Anyway, have I lamented the fact that the tuition centre has changed hands? Cherie basically told this absolutely huge white lie to the parents and children, while the new bosses seem very horrible. It's just some inbuilt reflex gag I have when it comes to meeting new people who will never seem to be on par with what I had last time. I could see that some of the children were somewhat uncertain and all that, and some are still very much attached to Cherie. If they could be inefficient enough to miss the opening hours of their own tuition centre, I don't see why things can't get worse in future. The only consolation I have whenever I go there is that the children's voices will always be ringing out to me for my help.
I need to sleep.
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