My nose is running. Third time in 2 months. I think this time, Sir Fever visited as well. I am beginning to understand why many had the phobia with regards to the teaching profession: it is toils on your health. I am usually healthier.

LOTS OF MARKING TO DO. Sigh~ and my red pen chose the perfect moment to run out of ink. Mayhap, a call for me to take my rest.

Feel like screaming. But then again, the sore in my throat denies me.

But I am in the midst of a campaign. I cannot rest for too long. Assuming the identity of a Bodhisattva of the Earth, I demand that the antibodies in my body cleanse it of all viruses. I will give them six hours! I got a battle waiting for me to fight in.

Shutting my brain for six hours from now... I will be back fighting fit!