Sunday, July 30, 2006
A teacher, A life, and that fucking soccer ball.I have been quiet nowadays. Conflicting schedules of the calender made me realise i didnt see many people for many a while now, and i do miss them, not that i have moved on in my own separate way or anything. Obviously emotional strings are harder to tug off as usual. A scratch on my face today, the outcome of a soccer ball i tried my best to head. Its funny because my friends exclaim that i have no fear in heading any ball that comes towards my freaking way, but i just tell them that its the usual bout of ignorance about playing soccer that brings about the fearlessness in me. My dear council, i do still detest soccer so dont ask. Just dont ask.I had been discussing about the subjects I could teach if i ever became a tutor, and it was deemed my best bet was english. You would never want a boy whom once wrote on his JC math test paper "imagine point 'A' had bla bla coordinates" to teach you math, because it would be the equilvalence of having that wishing death from your doctor parents whom would ultimately grant you the wish of studying the arts after a severe beating. If i was to teach, i would make people read. To read into the lives of people, the stories of people, the emotions of people and thereafter finally, probably discovering themselves.I've been pilling the pounds and its getting real obvious. So a programme has slowly been forming in my head for a while now, and i just need that good jostle from god one day that by hell i better start or face being alienated from the healthy weight range for the rest of my sad life. Cause obviously, 'my big fat chinese wedding' just sounds completely greedy and unglamourous compared to the 'greek' one, and i never want to be that groom.My driving's getting real close now and i can book for my practical real soon. My strict bitch of a teacher has been very generous with his encouragements of late, so i figure i better pass on the first try with the newfound confidence that he is providing me. Thereafter which i would of course buy him a small gift for being a number 1 teacher and allowing me to beat nathaneal that rat in something finally.
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