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    Saturday, October 30, 2004

    Coffee Moments

    I'm back to my old habit. I'm drinking a cup of coffee right at the moment. Pagbigyan na...besides, I need to finish a research tonight. I'm tired but I'm trying to do it anyway. This has been a long day in Children's Church. We've so far finished most of the parts in the production. But the details are yet to be completed. And it was double time out today. I was almost running out of lesson material for my kids. I made use of anything--tallest, longest, whatever!--to illustrate "God Most High". *sigh* To make things worse, half the kids were extra hyperactive tonight. And I could hardly conduct a decent game with half of the class running around. Jam-jam gave me a peso coin tonight. I asked her what was it for. For remembrance, she said. I love my kids just as much as they love me. I wouldn't trade them for anything in this world...except for coffee. =)

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