Feeling down the past few days.

Children in my class are really noisy and naughty. One of them emptied his classmate's school bag into a big drain full of fast-flowing water during an afternoon of torrential rain. The victim went rabid and jumped in to retrieve his barang barang...I cried "honour and glory" and then jumped in after him...Why must this happen five minutes before dismissal time?

Yesteday, the sewage pipe burst...shit floated all over a toilet. I was on corridor duty and had to check things out...I nearly fainted from the horrid odour...At first I thought a student with diarrhoea could not control his bowel movements and did it behind the staircase, until I saw the toilet floor covered with you-know-what.

Why is it that each day at school leaves me feeling like I have swallowed razor blades? I scream but nobody gives a damn.

Got a new lobang as a nightspot reviewer with funkygrad...first assignment was covering some SMU bash at DXO...lousy club, lousy crowd and lousy party...but Paul and Stefan, the two photogs working with me, are real pros...Interviewed two models after the fashion show...must say that they were quite chio...took photo with them..haha

Next gig will probably be at Butter Factory...crossing my fingers that the people in editorial give me that one.

I miss my beautiful architect....