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Monday, February 28, 2005

dear people. i have just went through one hellish day at work. Today was my first day teaching the classes assigned to me. spent the first period just disciplining them and then.. not very successfully. also made my fair share of horrendous mistakes like not bringing the class to the classroom after assembly. That resulted in an empty classroom, a flustered me and sigh... much frustration.

can't say that i'm dealing with my failures well. for tonight, i cant seem to pick myself up and move onto more important things like the china alive prayer tonight. Instead i went to hannon's house and sobbed out my little sad story. I am so in need of the Grace of God. The loneliness and isolation coupled with the impending sense of doom and failure are really unbearable. i find some solace and comfort reading psalm 16 in the mandarin version. somehow, the mandarin version seems much closer to the heart. the language is much more heartfelt but then again, i feel that the depth which the language attains is not that great...there is not much abstraction in the language... or perhaps i am still unable to detach myself and view what i read in mandarin objectively...

perhaps i'm talking rubbish. feeling sleepy and kinda sad. i know one cant be simply governed by feelings. If so, i think i'll have to live through the whole cycle of my teenage angst years again. But it's oh sooo hard... just to break free today.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005


these past three days when i return from school, i am so deadbeat. it figures coz i wake up at 530am and clock off at 4pm so far. i get really cranky and sleepy at 10pm and must hit the covers by 11pm latest. By the grace of God, i'm trying to survive the 10 weeks of my practical in school: northbrooks secondary school. The above pix was taken on my second day of work at the ya kun kaya toast outlet in northpoint shopping centre, yishun. i remember the splitting headache, the vacant thoughts and feeling... oh boy, 9 more weeks, three years of my life... the rest of my thought became static.  Posted by Hello

 

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