Folded paper cranes,

and tho this may come a few months too early..

 


yup. even woody woodpecker! :D

HAHAHAHAHAH

ALRIGHT

MAHJONG

TONIGHT

(Y)

been waiting for this sort of freedom for ages.
nagging feeling of results due at the end of the month,
but i just keep telling myself,
its still about a month to go.

match in 1 hr half. 
but im so so so so so so so so tired.
should i watch?
:/
maybe ill go put on a face mask,
and see if i fall asleep.

Glory Glory Man United!

only because the movie was good,
and the original person who said it was Malcom X.
damned malcom x spoilt 3 days++ of my life, but it's okay.

temporary liberation. and yes, make it realllll short.
come next week itll be an influx of camps, camp plannings, retreat, camp plannings, camps, module camp planning..
doesnt matter, ive had a pretty good end-of-exam day so far.

ever heard of olly murs?

pretty good voice! found another study buddy to add on to that J list.
he's no j, but, thats okay.
haha that rhymed in a very lame sense.


i think after the exams ill make a continued effort to blog more regularly.
and maybe bake a few more desserts. yumyum!

i guess this is the first time i ever write in lj about teaching catechism.
or just teaching anywhere, period.

i love what im doing because it provides such fulfillment.
its great to be able to interact with the kids, the parents, the teachers,
but at the end of the day,
the realisation hits that what you think you may have been doing right all along,
you havent actually done anything.
which, technically, is even worse than having taught something but have them get it wrong, because at least then you know theyre listening.

it hurts that thru thinking that it has always been for the kids-
to work with them,
to help them grow,
to make them appreciate God so much better;
it turns out upon contemplation, that it really is still all about me.
utterly pissed that i cant seem to break out of that SELF.
self-ishness, self-worrying, self-caring.
i know why im like that,
but i really wish i wouldnt be.
cos then itd really help the kids more,
no wait, scratch that, help myself more,
in the hopes that i become a better person.
and its only after a whole 936 cycles of me the outside party gets involved in my life.

i dont understand how i can be angry simply because they don't behave,
but fail to dig out the rationale why.
what does it mean to someone who knows absolutely nothing about God,
but being forced by his parents to come for Sunday class in the hope that we teachers work some miraculous miracle and provide the family support he needs to build up the faith and knowledge.

as a teacher,
i have failed disgustingly.

so sad,
i wonder what the kids would think if they actually knew who was really teaching them.
meh.

i think im rambling because of man u and exams and consultations and my hands are really itching for mahjong and i cant wait for easter.

the skys gettin darker and the rain gettin heavier.
kinda wish that i could stand and be drenched in it,
it would disguise the tears as one of their own drops,
and no one but the earth would know my lie.
they appear the same anyway.
wet, heavy, sometimes angry, glistening.

NOTTING HILL IS <3
but today is a sad day.
there was nothing to look forward to.
they say home is where the heart is,
but heart is real rippy now.
dong dong.
miss him alr uhhhhh.
but hes gonna be a great doctor.
just wait and see.

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you dont really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled King composing Hallelujah.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
But I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold, and it's a broken Hallelujah.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above,
but all I've ever learnt from Love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya.
But it's not a cry that you hear at night,
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah