the melancholy death of the oyster boy

the other night i received an unexpected phonecall from my ex-tutee's mom. she professed having changed at least 2 tuition teachers after i left and the poor boy's results have dropped by 20 marks or so. upon questioning bout the lack in academic interest, the boy simply requested for my return.

this is one of the many things that i'd like to accomplish but just cannot fulfill. a 2 hour tuition session each sunday may not seem like a big deal right now cos i've so much time on my hands. but when sch starts, evrything else will be put on hold in order to brace the onslaught of a taxing sch workload.

am no multi-tasker. priority listing ends up usually as doing wat's most important only. there's hardly any more space for anything else. try as i might, my mind and body can onli be attuned to the most pressing task at hand. any distraction serves onli to crumble my fortitude and reduce me to a emotional wreck who onli wants to go into exile.

mom and dad are comin back in 4 hours time. my last moment of liberation. aha! i will munch on cornflakes directly from the packet and eat peanut butter straight from the jar and u can't apprehend me Mom! u can't catch me!

i am such a rebel. snarl