Still feeling mushy. Am thankful that the English class was some healthy diversion. It’s my third day teaching several adults intermediate English. Thrice a week for the next three weeks. We read Chapter 1 of Thomas Hardy’s The Mayor of Casterbridge yesterday. The part where this man sold his wife. One male student was shocked with such a thing. But then he added, “Ip he sel his waip I tink I wan to bai her.” Everyone guffawed. Man, it’s so fun laughing with no breaks on…
Dreams November 19, 2003
Met a friend today. We talked about life and priorities. She’s got kids and they were her priorities. Since I don’t have any I shared about my aspirations instead. Typical self-absorbed single talk. I thought about my parents. My not-getting-any-younger parents. She said she never thought about her own dreams any more. She doubt she’ll ever think about ‘em anymore. Her kids come first. I thought that’s sad. A complete sacrifice without a compromise for self. And then I thought about my parents again. Maybe that’s why I cried so much that night. I dunno lah… How much dreams does a person dream in a lifetime? And how much of those dreams will never be fulfilled? Aiya, I’m afraid to find out which ones I have to say bye-bye to. Sigh.
Driving License November 13, 2003
Passed my driving test. YAHOO! I can’t believe it’s finally over. No more 7 am driving lessons. No more slop drive practices. No more driving instructor. (I know he’s relieved to get rid of me). Now that I finally got the license I could roam the streets in wheels. The only problem is I can’t convinced anyone in the family to lend me his/her car… *wave license madly*
Should I Have…? November 12, 2003
Hello kawan-kawan, kita berjumpa lagi dalam rancangan Cumi dan Ciki… :) Do excuse what appears to be a fixation for September this side of the web space recently. But, yes, yes… it’s time to move along. November is here.
In a nutshell the last month-n-a-half weren’t exactly one of the highest points of my days. I’ve decided to quit school after all. For some time I went through that crazy process of defending a decision and doubting it at the same time. Was I too hasty to leave? Should I have given more time to fit in? But did I really want to study that? Don’t I have the right to be happy? The emotional “embellishments” that came with that were also preoccupying. Tiring, too. At one point I wished I were a fish. Maybe a fly on a dead fish. Ha. But I feel much better now. Like I said (and am saying this more to myself) it’s time to move along. So here’s to sweet November: Kick me.
