I am so tired but I have no idea from what. I just am. Maybe I have not been working out enough. No, to put it honestly, I have not been working out. Coffee didn't work as well as it did when I was in Uni. Then, coffee was like 'ice'. I could go days without rice but not coffee.
However, Izzul needs no working out, no coffee, yet he is like high on sugar all the time... especially at night. He is only 6 months plus and I am complaining about him being so hyper-active. I can't imagine when he starts to walk. Of course, I am grateful that he is active and healthy but really, I feel my energy being drained. Furthermore, I am only working half day yet I feel my entire body is limp.
Izzul is finally asleep. Phew...! See there, he has his father's t-shirt as a blankie. My mum said that in order to prevent Izzul falling sick from missing his daddy, she wants me to bring a "masam" shirt of his dad's.

Anyway, my day did start out well. WHy? Because somebody guessed I was younger than I really am. We girls are a sucker for praises aren't we? Hahah. Nah, he was sincere and I guess he was comparing me to his fellow nationals.
We met during invigilation at a secondary school earlier today and we got on talking and he was surprised when I said I was working elsewhere for 3 years. He thought that I was an 'A' Level graduate. I didn't realise I looked THAT young... haha... I think I covered the lines well today. The power of compact powder.
Before you all get the wrong idea... you too dear, this guy is bald and reaching his 40s soon. Not my type, I like floppy hair or at least, there's hair..and age matters. He's a tamil teacher all the way from India but has been teaching here the last 12 years. But nonetheless, a great guy. We may have nothing in common but we clicked almost right away. He's warm, casual and great sense of humour. How I wish he was posted to my school. I probably won't meet him again but I do wish him the best.