Pressure

This was a hard month I should say. I got crammed up with lesson plans, take over classes, teachers with favoritism, stupid bulldog and oink2 talking english speakers and a new relationship status. I show the world that I'm happy but I guess, It's just with the face.

I probably am thinking too much. Well, most of us in the class does. We have to endure tuesday and thursday mornings with a pig. I had to endure SA practices at night.I have to smile whenever I see people smile back. I'm tired. I just went through a seminar, an english class, a public speaking class and a heartbreak. Now I'm thinking what to do next. I wish I'dstop and tell them that I want to get this over with. That I know I really don't like what I'm doing. Maybe,I just want rest. I need it.

pressures

Its just a busy week. The exam's supposed to be done last week but since I'm getting negligent, I still have leftover stuff to do. And here I am, blogging. Wasting precious hours of editing away.

Of course, I love my job.That's why I'm here in the first place. I love it too much that I'm starting to think I could getaway with it by now. But, uh! Well... I need time to thing things over & shut down the photo shop program before I'd start to do real jobs. Or maybe, I'm just thinking too much.

That's why its called pressure. It won't stop til' it gets the better of you. You either have to face it or to let it go.It's never the same - and [yeah!] i have to deal with it every time.

So, this has to tell me to stop & start doing my thing before i get sucked up by the bulldog... Everyone here knows who he is. [I'd better not talk about him. He's stupid.]

Well, to end this,I'd just like to say thank you for reading my thoughts and "understanding" why I haven't been able to blog for so long.

I hope it suits u fine as it suits mine. You, take care. I'd take care of me too.