We celebrated National Day at school yesterday and I must say, I really didn’t expect to enjoy myself as much as I did. I thought I’d be struggling to get my kids enthused; little did I know that they would be more than willing to put aside their pre-conceived notions about the scaled-down classroom celebrations and fully participate in the activities. We had such a wonderful time playing the games, and singing our little hearts out loud to the National Day songs, I think we got a little high. :p

However amid all the laughter, I nearly cried. As I was singing along, it dawned on me that I would probably never experience this with my form class again. I almost broke down right there. In fact, for the past few weeks, whenever I’m teaching these kids, there’d always be moments when I would just look out at them and right there, even though all of them were with me, I’d just be missing them. Call me sappy, but I really do have a crazy huge attachment to this class of mine. Perhaps it’s the “first form class” syndrome but I always think of them as my babies. My darlings. And because we’ve been through so much over the past two years, I really can’t help but hold them dear to my heart.

As much as I would love to have them all come back next year, I know they don’t have the same plans for their lives. Some are content with working immediately after they graduate, some yearn for bigger things, while others are happy to go wherever their results bring them. Whatever happens, I just want all of them to be the best they can be and be proud of their own achievements.

Saying goodbye to them is gonna be so incredibly tough.

When I first got Troy, no one imagined he’d last a few months. Not even myself. One full year on, I’m proud to say the little guy is still swimming his wee little heart out in his spacious (for him, at least) tank. I’m beaming, to say the least. But when I looked back at pictures of Troy when I first got him, I immediately became ashamed of my highly inept pet-owning skills.

Here’s the guy about a month after I got him:

And this is him today:

Rightaway, you’ll notice the discolouration. He’s no longer as vibrant as before, and his fins are all scraggly and less than perfect now. The only consolation I can give myself is that he’s STILL ALIVE. And seeing as Troy is my first real pet, I guess I’m not doing too bad.

So now that I’ve crossed the one-year mark, what’s next? Well, I’m actually thinking of getting another fish! But I’ll have to find a perfect one, one that can get along well with a Betta fish cos I definitely wanna keep Troy around for as long as possible.

Anyone got recommendations?

Have you been introduced to Tumblr yet? It’s a great, great way to share links, photos, videos. In fact it’s so convenient, that I’m going to update that all the time, leaving this only for the lengthy posts.

So in case anyone was keeping count, I’ve got this blog, Twitter and a Tumblr. How in the world do I keep up with all of them?

Well, I don’t.