June 27, 2005

There's no bite in soft words.

Did I really say and wrote in here that I am going to write in a non-ambiguous way and in a simpler manner? haha...

Did you people really believe me? hahahahaha~~~

Mid year resolution aborted. The ambiguities shall persevere!!! Yay~

xxx

So sad I almost cried...

I was trying to teach Jerm Chinese today. We did reading mostly. Her reading was quite all right. In fact, her standard was better than I expected. The mum was worried for her confusing different words of similar pronounciation. She decided that it was her problem area.

Believe it or not, I rarely had problem in this area in all my years of learning the language in school. Even up till JC, when many classmates ended up having the maximum of 10 marks deducted from their essay 'cos of mistaken words, I usually would be able to get through with very minimal deduction in this area. I think it's cos I'm a perfectionist. I don't like to write things if I don't know for sure it's correct.

Anyway, I was a bit caught surprised by my reaction to Jerm's mum's request to guide her in our Mother Tongue. I was, sadly, reluctant.

You would have thought I would be happy to coach in Chinese, since I have made it quite plain here that I enjoy the language, enough to blog in it. I guess I would be. If only the environment is more conducive. If only MOE is not paying lip service to what I feel is the real importance of any language. If only the kids today are a bit more keen and excited about their mother tongue as a second language. Duh. Who can blame them?

I felt a pang of sadness when I was waiting for the bus to go home. Sad that I felt that way, sorry that I did.

xxx

Waves of friends.

My dad commented that I seemed to make friends like waves. The conversation started with him asking why was it that I haven't been hanging out with Eugene for some time. Fact is, Eug is the only guy friend that my Dad actually remembers (as lao shi, cos he teaches) and would ask after (or for?) periodically.

I explained that I've been meeting up with my old friends just that he doesn't know it. Essentially, cos I havent gotten my dad to drive us home for sometime. That's when he started to ask for Wenn. Asked why am I not hanging out with Wenn. He's kinda used to driving Wenn and me home on late weekend nights.

So, I explained that I met them and just didn't get him to send us back. That's all.

That's when he commented that I seem to make friends like waves. One wave of them will come for a period of time, stay for awhile and then, slowly, they disappear from the scene. Then, of course, another wave comes.

I thought that was quite amusing and infuriating. Amusing cos if I were him, I might think the same way too. Infuriating cos I do keep in close contact with my close friends, especially that few. Just that he doesn't know when we meet. And I'm not obliged to report to him.

Waves of friends... I'm not a wave; I'm part of the ocean.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 22:59