Plopped myself in the middle of Woodlands Circle today. What do you know, it was actually a circular kind of place.
Pleasantly surprised that some places are still mean their given names.
It is very disturbing to be called "teacher".
Looking after six year old is not for the faint hearted.
The craft session didn't go over too well.
Neither did the story telling session.
And when the stage was given to them for the purpose of a clever narrative with Lego toys.
It ended up in tears mostly and a plot to rid the child care teacher.
Accidentally swore which of course resulted in a " Why are you allowed to use bad words?"
Speaking of interesting questions ,I was thrown off by the boy who asked Vanessa and I what our boyfriends drove.
Apparently, mine drives a yellow convertible and Vanessa's drives a red one.
Holiday Child Care Programmes: Unabashedly in your face.A place of sociopolitical gamesmanship with a serving of hedonism, sadism and egoism.
Walked home reading a book and walked into a metal pole.
Funny why i never noticed that pole in the middle of the walkway before.
Maybe it was something to do with the Pasar Malam.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)























0 comments:
Post a Comment