i forced my mom to buy me a family of pink bears just the other day. there's an oversized papa bear, mama bear and baby bear. hee. yes, i'm still hung up over teddy bears. i SLEEP with teddy bears. which is why i hated going to camps back then. hah! all my life, i've never owned dolls. never played with dolls. it was stuffed toys all the way. pineapple, rabbit, tortoise, bears with hats, bears which could make sounds, blue bear, koala bear. you name it. i had it all. i remember how i used to wail when i had crawling dolls making their way towards me. and how i hid behind the sofa when i unwrapped a present which turned out to be a 'blinking doll'.

ding dang. i was such a wussy back then. still am. on certain things, that is. not everything.

have been feeling angry these past few days. with my students, that is. today i decided not to waste my breath on them but to turn on my sarcastic charm that made them squirm uncomfortably in their seats. :) no more sending books flying to the floor. no more scolding them until tears well up in their eyes. no more. i'm coming close to being a sarcastic saint. hah. what an oxymoron.

my darling has sore eyes! *pats rest well darlinggg. the emcee has to look good!