Fishball Day

So thanks to ytd's cursing, here I am sitting at my chair, enjoying another "low fat" yoghurt with fresh berries after my meal.
This morning at around 11:30, I successfully diagnoised myself with "fever" right before the chinese medicine doctor did two hours later(which I later realize it is overheat by wearing a thick sweater). Ans I also I discovered that right after I stepped my feet out of the school, or simply staff room, my feel my elevated soul from my "weak body", on my way passing that bus station nearby, how I was wishing my sweet escape can last forever. No matter instant gratification of fantacising over the delicacies of the street food nearby or the lucky moments when me and another student teacher were dining in the WK shopping mall so frequently that the shop owner of that IStanbul Kebeh shop was like persuading me to make me a drink, his first attempt is lemon tea but he made a second try on milk tea, coffee knowing that I am a coffee addict. He was a decent looking "uncle" always wearing a tidy checked shirt and that same haircut. He was always wearing a rather gentleman like smile and with some kind of accent in his cantonese. He was also unnecessarily friendly and extremely generous like whatever I ask he would give me, I was always asking for aluminium foil to wrap up my another half of the meaty and stomach filling chicken kebah. And also asking for the yoghurt plastic cover and a bag (which he always gave me unevenly full ) But then one day our conversation started to disgust me in a bit when he was asking where I lived and if he was near he would make me a dish. Oh and his stare is sometimes on my breast  though I am not one hundred percent sure where he is staring. Oh now gotta keep up some sleep for not messing up the trust from my supporting teacher. Somehow I couldn't help thinking if the owner is like thirty years younger I would probably hanging out with him in that counter with exotic chef and who is probably slicing döner kebab off a rotating vertical spit. And we would be chatting all day and long. With my little lonely heart waiting for a date. For God 's sake, I am never a party girl with all that slimmering and hot and appealing outfit flirting with boys. In my whole life I have only wore high heels for twice. With no partying or romantic dates, a kiss, a flower, an accompanied night. I recall that when I was returning home from the graduation dinner in S.5, on a tram near my apartment, Tony was will me, he is such a guy guy with screw cut with always showing his bunny teeth and his eyes are shaped into a line when he smile slying probably because of notorious temper and he was extremely bad tempered when he did not achieve his own goalds, in academic terms. Though he has now 
And I got something really deep from my teacher, she says I shouldn't get annoyed by the students reaction, or think badly or indignified when that student is misbehaving in your lesson and treating other teachers well. Because it is likely the case, the longer you teach, the more encounter you will face when dealing with those students. Your indignity should always be high. And you also shouldn't ask for teachers, discipline master 's help because at the very end, it is about your relationship with the student. You have to think about whether you want to punish him or help me. Don't let that small incident affect your mission to teach or to help. How great that sounds, but not to someone who has already lost the fire for the passion to teach, like me.

That was actually(...distracted by Troye Sivan on youtube.. he is cute! and he is gay..) I was planning the