Christmas Eve with Sherlock Holmes

As I get older, festivals seem not to excite me anymore. They just mean nothing more than extra day-offs. Or maybe also a time for friends and family gathering to share love and joy. No more excitement, but what replace are peaceful moments and feeling of bliss. Ha! Aren’t these supposed to be what Christmas means? Yes, Christmas doesn’t have to necesarily mean big spending, grand meals and parties anymore….but for this year, what was lacking was on spiritual side…i wish i had a much more Christ-filled one.

Girls’ nite on Christmas eve, as what we did last year. But this year, thanks to K, we got to see a really good movie – Sherlock Holmes! This kind of detective movie was never my cup of tea. I just went into the cinema for Jude Law, who looked a bit older in the movie, but still cool! Besides the plot, the castings and the witty and smart characters, what i also liked about the movie was the UK accent, which is easily comprehended, and their humorous use of language!

This has indeed prompted me to go to book stores and get the book of this original story! Honestly, I really feel the urge to polish my English…not only for my career development, but also for my personal sake. It was once one of my passions and strengths, yet I can’t tell why it seems to have deteriorated a lot. OK, i know the situation isn’t that bad as I am now aware of such…..

Stop falling for Piscean guys

so close, yet so far

every time you stay close to me, i feel weird and just can’t stay as who i am
i can’t find any words coming out of my mouth for not willing to accept the truth that you’re not interested in what i’m talking. so i’d better keep my mouth shut. and yet, you must not realize how much i want to talk to you, to hear your stories, to know your likes and hates…and to be the historian of your 20 sth years of life. 

i know i should stop falling for you…but you know what, just a smile or just a few-second eye contact is sweet enough to make my day. please teach me how to quit. it’s clear that i’m addicted to you…keep thinking of you like a drug addict. but so what?

i desperately wanna regain my authenticity, honesty, stupidity to follow my heart….and to be myself.

My first ever teaching

Yesterday I gave my first ever teaching in my life. Thankfully I’ve been given a class of angels The kids were just so kind to leave me a good memory, but not a horrible experience. They even gave me a round of applause (they were just so lovely!) after I’d finished my part. Oh…but maybe it’s because I said “Thank you for your participation” at the end of the lesson

From the moment I woke up yesterday morning, what filled up my mind were just anxiety, nervousness, stress and lesson plan! Thank god everything went quite smooth…I could sort of follow my plan most of the time. And it was so nice of my mentor to give me feedback right after the lesson! That really helped me a lot realize the areas I have to work on! Looking back the past 3 days, life wasn’t easy at all. But I’m glad I could have those learning opportunities and such good mentors!

What’s ahead waiting for me is heaps of work of immersion portfolio, assignments, lesson plansssss and TP! I know honey moon has gone…life can only get even harder …. and harder! I gotta turn on my “hardworking mode”,  though seemingly it was never on before!

Home finally…

Have come home for a week already. Feeling so good to be home again. Yet, being home also means life returning to normal…much less private time, more responsibilities, more committment, more hectic life…

Right after coming back from Aussie, not even to say having a short break to clear the piled up journal writing work for the immersion portfolio, I had classes just the next day I came home. From that day, I’ve been having classes every day (except the weekend spent with family) and school attachment these few days. LIFE IS SO HECTIC! I know it’s good to have a chance to try a mini teaching at this stage, but I just feel so tired to prep the lesson honestly. Though that’s just a mini-teaching lasting for 15 mins, what drains my energy most is the stress I feel about teaching in a real classroom. I’m just so inconfident about my English…I never feel I’m competent enough to teach in a Band 1 school honestly. But I know I need to work on that and overcome my worries! But I just want some time not to take some rest, but reflect on my immersion trip, organize and consolidate my learnings, and organize my feelings….

I can foresee that life can only get even harder…what I need is strength, confidence and wisdom to make my life easier. God, please watch me closely whatever challenges I will encounter….you’ve always been my greatest source of support!

a late home-sick

I haven’t talked to my family for quite a long period of time. I do miss them. But it seems sister has got angry with me for I didn’t spend my money wisely. I understand why she feels so. I know I shouldn’t have spent that sum of money for the trip. I know it’s something luxury to be spent on. But …. I just didn’t want to miss the trip! And I need to confess that i even used the credit card to shop for christmas gifts today……..hope i can get some tutoring jobs when i go back to HK ! And I can foresee that life can get very hectic after going back to HK….tutoring (hope i can get one), lessons, assignments, piano, yoga, dogs, meeting up frds…..but honestly, i kind of miss the life in HK. I miss the accessibility of most of the places, the convenience of getting anything anytime, the certainty of what I’ll be doing the next day, the joy i get when i simply see the faces of my family and frds, the love i feel when I’m with my family and doggies…..

Yea, I’ll be going home in 2 days. I’m returning to a place which I’m familiar with. Yet, I have a feeling that I gonna start a new life soon!

when i count my blessing, i count you twice my frd :)

I was just sooooo surprised to see this little parcel placed on my desk when i got home last thursday! Thought my dear frd had forgotten my big day….but he did not!! Thanks for remembering me even when you’re busy working here and there in hk, tw, germany….see you soon at home – HK

a wonderful teacher

Today we had a lesson of modelling and drilling by Iain, the Scottish guy, who is really a superb teacher! We all just love him! the way he speaks, the way he tell jokes, the way he acts…he’s just amazing! How we wish he could teach in our PGDE in HKU!! anyway, we learned how to do modelling and drilling and then were asked to do a mini teaching in group. Though we were not really prepared for that, it was great fun!! And I’m really happy that my classmates said I look pro and like a wonderful teacher! Oh god…i’m just so delighted to hear that! Never imagined i could act that confidently…anyway..hahah..still a long way to being a wonderful teacher i know! ganbarimasu!

(500) Days of Summer

It’s not a love story…but a story about love.
Exactly it is! It depicts all sweetness and bitterness in a relationship….
I’ve heard that finding your true love is just like a train journey. People come and go in different stations…but you dunno when and where your another half will get on the train and most importantly, which station they will get off. Sometimes, you may be lucky enough to find someone right who goes to the same destination with you at the beginning of your journey. But very often, there are always waiting, search and found before you reach the final stop. And very true is that, it’s always not the matter of “right or wrong” when a relationship ends….it’s just about the matter of timing! It’s not about who you meet…but when you meet the one.

Don’t sing, or I will love you…

Once in a life time

Finally have some time and write down all my thoughts.

The Fraser Island Trip was a real good catalyst bringing us together. Not to mention the nice spots and great guides, the conversations we had, the jokes we told, the things we did together, the beautiful starry night we looked at, the joy and sadness we shared, and the hugs we gave each other…they were just too sweet to be forgotten. Thanks for giving me such a beautiful memory.