The hectic three weeks are finally over. I wonder if any of our teams make it to the final round. I guess no matter what the results are, whether I have met the targets or not, the more important thing is that the girls have learned from the experience and have been stretched in one way or another. Of course, I'm sure I'll be disappointed if none of my groups is selected, but I believe this is part and parcel of life which we have to learn to accept.

Next week is graces camp. It is going to be exciting for both myself and the girls. Too bad we aren't staying in the same block.

My four weeks of SMO training has ended too. I hope my explanations made sense to them. Some of the girls are really outstanding, I believe with good guidance and inspirations, they will be able to excel.

Everyday, more than 12 hours is spent on work, another hour on travelling. There's little time left for my closed ones, not to mention time for self-reflections and blah blah. I'm trying to convince myself that I'm doing so because I love my students, which I believe, it is really the case. Just yesterday, I spent two hours with one student, to bridge the gaps for the lessons she had missed coz of softball matches. I tried cheering her up, because she lost the match in the morning, which disqualified us for semi-finals. The two hours were intended for reading reports. So I ended up reading them on my way home and another hour in my intended sleep time.

I remember when my mum was all emo and upset when she got robbed, she asked if my job is more important than her. That was when she wanted me to accompany her to get her new ic and atm cards, and I told her I had to be in school in the afternoon. The question upset me, because I felt as if both parties were stretching to tear me apart. In the end, I convinced her, I'm efficient enough in handling things, and therefore, I can make both my priorities.

I always claim I'll not have any children next time. Financial issues, fear and whatsoever aside, the main reason was responsibilty. I cannot assure that I can give my child as much attention as I'm giving to my students. Ever heard of stories about the parents of a naughty problematic kid are principal and discipline mistress of other schools. I don't want to see myself grooming other kids into respected members of society, and leaving my own children unattended.

At this moment, I am pleased with what I have. I will treasure them.