I am taking sometime off to blog.Its gonna be a long post. :) ALL about FOP and attachment.

The first FOP has just passed swiftly. Via tweeter, some people wrote that 1500 people were turned down, That practically shows how overwhelming the crowd is this year. Once again, this year its held in Singapore indoor stadium, Pastor and the committee board members always thought of something creative every year to surprise the crowd. Every year, the performance is just so impressive. Holy spirit is so tangible despite the big ultra spacious space. This event is just like a church worldwide gathering.

Attachment is going to be over in like 4 more days time, I suddenly feel that 1 month seems so fast. Think it is because of the work i do everyday, practically i feel like a maid in the center. On the other hand, the center seems like a second home to me. :) I enjoy talking with the teachers as well as my mentor. Though at times, i am ignored/ forgotten etc, i believe she is still caring towards both me and my partner, Mei xuan. They are very friendly, not to mention the times we laugh together after listening to what they share about the kids. Also, my mentor allows us to eat the center's food including TEAbreak. I am always using the center's materials, including tons and tons of laminating sheets and i-dunno-how-many watts of electricity usage for the laminating machine. Even the take home activity kit and brainstorming etc, she helped us in thinking of ideas, solve ways where we can get our feedback etc. My mentor is also like a helper sometimes, rendering her help to cut things for us.

Even the cook, aunty Pang. She is so awesome! She allows us to eat practically everything! HAA. The children, though sometimes i feel like snap their necks off, they are still adorable to me at times. I guess its children's nature to run ard, have fun and past the day just like that. I am glad to see my children growing from one stage, from unable to utter words, to the ability to utter words.
 For instance, there is this malay kid name syamsul who couldnt utter much words when i came in. However, after a month later, he could say " I want, I dont want". Once in the library corner, i was busy looking at the other children and did not notice that he was slapping my thighs. He say as he slapped my thighs repeatedly: " Teacher, I like you, Teacher, i like you." Another malay child, Ariq who had the same problem when i first met him, now is able to call and remember my name! These are instances where i witness that children are developing and growing and this puts a smile on my face. :):)

Its time for me to sleep. Thank God its Friday. :)