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First two weeks of pandemonium

These two weeks have been hectic like heck:
Classes - 6 additional hours of a new subject I never taught before.
Part-timers - 70 exam scripts to mark before the end of this day.
Drama - Oversee TESL Drama preparations
House - Moving to a new house soon. Need to settle:
1) Housing loan
2) Personal loan
3) Electricity
4) Wiring
5) Telephone
6) Grille
7) Lighting
8) Painting
9) Minor repairs
10) Complaints
11) Minor repairs of current house before moving out
12) And as ton of other smaller things to do


Sorry for the yet unanswered tags girls...

Comments

A t i Q a h said…
Whaa..Such a busy week for you. Nanti kalau buat kenduri doa selamat kat rumah u, jemput la kami. Wawawawa. Tak malu sungguh. :P
izzati fuad said…
haha. yeah. sila jemput kami. :D

ps: may you live through all that. hehe
azie said…
erm..house warming party takde dlm plan ke?ehehe
Thanks guys... :)
Housewarming insyaalah semua yg sudi dtg dijemput... & jgn lupa bawa jemput-jemput..hahahaha
Yana Ismail said…
hoho. Bestnye:) bila tu? boleh tolong masak2:p

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