Fifth month of the year.

If there ever was an award for World's Worse Blogger, I think I would earn that hands down. What with my last entry dating back to early April. Shoot me.

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Some things that happen on May.

Labour day: Start of high fever.

4th May: Climax to 39.9 degrees.

4th May: My dad 51st Birthday.

20th May: Bestie Diana 20th Birthday.

20th May: Cousin Abag Nor 23rd Birthday.

30th May: Last day of work.

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I miss them brats. Seriously. Sometimes I wish I am still working there.

Once you built that bond with them, you get so attached.

Trust me. I hated the idea of working in childcares but I just love children too much.

What with them saying "I love you Teacher Lin" and hugging on to you so tightly.

Think baby orangutans clinging to their mums.

Damn. I miss the kisses and hugs.

I miss the laughters. I maybe insane if I say I miss their cries.

But I do.

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I may not continue my path as an Early Childhood Educator but I respect those who do.

And for those ignoramous with the thinking that all we do is just wipe ass, screw you. Haven't you people, who put your children in childcares, ever wonder who taught your children their foundation in language and numeracy?

Taught them well until they keep humming that ABC or Incy Wincy Spider song all the way home.

Who caringly nurture them for more hours in a week than the parents do?

Who dearies.

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Every profession, be it a janitor or a CEO,

has to have some degree of respect.

Now, seemingly we are known as civilised and educated people

Or are we really?

Can we show some respect to them Educators?

We shall.

Shall we?

Take care dollybirds.