So whenever I listen them again, I feel like I am 13 or 15… or I feel like I am 13 and thus I have to give them a listen again.
I feel a bit hyperactive at the moment. I am psyched. I think I am because tomorrow’s Monday and school is starting. It’s not because I am happy and all, but it is because I am nervous. Why do you think I am here posting another entry? Procrastination of course. I am always nervous on Mondays. It is like I am a real rockstar but I still got the chills every time I come up stage for a show with my band mates. Heeeh *big grin*
I was telling Zila: it’s like you have to give more effort on Mondays because you are practically starting after a stop (the weekends). It’s like you have to go up ‘till 100kmps from 0 in a few seconds when you are only a Kancil. Please, no offence. I am using a Kancil to represent us as the inexperienced teacher trainee but by that, I (by all means) do not imply that a Kancil is not a good car.
In fact it is a great car with great advantages. It’s just that when we compare it with a Ferari? Yeah. A Ferari would be a Jusasi then. Well, using this analogy is not really good because I am not at all an expert with cars. But just saying, you know.
And when it comes to this analogy, maybe I don’t even have a car. I am a pedestrian. And Zila said she’d be Gary the snail in Spongebob. ;) Telling people that we are worse always makes other people feel better. So, do feel better. ;D
This weekend I was very fortunate to be able to meet up with Yaya again. My yearning for my kids back home was a bit eased with the meeting. She’s really clever. My ‘real’ name starts with a bubble-liew in her world.
But at the same time she made me wonder about what will happen with Iman, one of my kids—wonder if he’ll have a chance for a good *if not easy* years of growing up… What is it that I can do to help?... haih…
And it’s also very, very, very sad that some people are prone to making other people only see their weaknesses and feel incompetent. It’s unfair that we are judged to be good and excellent or bad and a failure based on a generalized description like a marking scheme as if we have an answer scheme for being human as well.
We are compared to one another and asked to be like one another. It’s ironic that we have learned about individual differences and yet we witness or first-hand-ly received the ‘punishment’ of not conforming to the majority who excel based on that answer scheme.
After all the effort—seriously—no one can see any good coming out of the result those tiring work? That ‘master piece’ didn’t deserve any compliment? Not even a simple one like “nice choice of topic” or simply… “I think your handwriting is neat…neater for today…that’s great. Keep up the good work~!” *chirpy and motivating voice.
But then again, *insert all of your disagreement here*
