Sunday, January 18, 2004 @1:01 AM
First week of school finally over! The first few days was terrifying but things did get better. With my English classes bonding with me and the music classes not climbing over my head. The end of the week was definitely better. Other than my co-form class. Quite a bunch. Thank God there were people who cooperated with me. The rest just get scolded by me every assembly for being irresponsible. My rule is simple. Listen and follow my instructions and I'll be nice to you. Otherwise a screaming session's going to come your way. It has been an experience teaching in a neighbourhood school. All along I knew that the human race is indeed extremely diverse. But I've never had any close contact with different people. Now that I'm teaching, I really communicate with a whole variety of people. Interesting. Anyway, school's fine and I'm beginning to get used to it and like it. =)
A new chapter of my life has began, like 2 days ago. On the 16th January 2004. I just hope I'm not wrong about anything. I hope I didn't make a wrong decision. Still skeptical I am, and I'm really sorry for having that mentality. As my thoughts wander, why didn't you ask me later? Is it too early? I really don't know. And like everyone knows how much I have kinda lost faith in everyone other than my bunch of close close close close friends. After that horrifying and traumatising incident. Maybe a new chapter of my life didn't begin after all.
Anyone confused yet? If so, don't read on.
Once bitten twice shy. So true. Pessimistic I sound but I can't help it! Not that I'm not moving on but there's just this barrier in my mind that I can't pass. Forgive me for me being so pessimistic. I'm really confused and skeptical. While you are like the moon. Always there, but not always seen. I really don't know what to say. Do I want a new chapter of my life to begin? Perhaps. But yet too afraid. Not daring to imagine anything in the future. It hurts too much. And it scares me too much. And yes, I'm speaking of an injury that might never heal. Like my swollen ankle, which is still as swollen as ever after I sprained it. Ouch. Why? and How?
Actually, need I be in such agony. Obviously not. Just let me be happy and carefree like I always am. I love myself and everyone around me.
It's queer how I always have so many questions yet always unable to answer them. Why?
So did it happen? Or begin? Only we know.
"Nothing is as real as a dream. The world can change around you, but your dream will not. Responsibilities need not erase it. Duties need not obscure it. Because the dream is within you, no one can take it away."
-- Anonymous
