My final Odyssey of the Mind (OM) session with my girls has just ended. For good. No, not good. Forever. Yes. Ever does not equate to Good. Why is Forever = For Good. In any case, I'm sorry, girls. I had to break the news right smack on the last session itself. I didn't know when would be a good time to. Maybe I should have told you guys earlier. Just so that we, both you and I, will be more prepared. Mentally, emotionally, physically. The stunned countenances I saw just now were just... heartcrumpling. I hadn't expected you girls to take it so at heart. But the gasps and wide-eyed looks were, I guess, acceptable. I should have made my departure a little more subtle perhaps. Certainly not this abrupt. BUT you see, we could continue communicating even if I'm no longer your OM Coach officially! But I'm afraid I won't be able to hang around school, as most of you would expect. I'm not your regular relief teacher. I am no relief. I was a full-time temporary teacher (just lacking the official degree and training). No matter, I've given you my worth. I hope this goodbye will only be a matter of a physical gesture but not in any other sense. You girls make up a large part of my career building experience, hence, my LIFE. YOU have made a difference. Similarly, I hope I have done the same in yours. I hope my sessions, my lessons, (if not me), will make a part of you. I will miss you girls.
Lots of love, Miss Fairuz
Three DAYS left.
Some takeaways from yesterday's match:
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The Malaysian crowd was rather forgiving, I truly respect their good sportsmanship.
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The Singaporean crowd was a little less forgiving, uttering vulgarities at every opportunity.
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Full time 1-1 Penalty 5-4
More updates later on. Need to recover from (soccer) fever&flu. *sniff
The things you hear on the radio can really make you laugh sometimes. Or at least, tickle you. Recently:
- (something along these lines...) "This is a Mobilisation Exercise Announcement. The following (insert noun), please report to your respective (insert another noun, i'm bad at this whole Army thing)." <end of announcement> <insert radio advertisement intro> "Gold 90.5FM. You only hear the good stuff."
Mobilisation = Good stuff. Right. I wonder how much my fellow countrymen, or rather, Reservists, would agree. - (something along these lines...) <during the hourly news> "... Steve Irwin, seorang pencinta wanita, maaf, pencinta haiwan..."
Like HEY, national radio man. How is "WANITA" and "HAIWAN" in any way SIMILAR. But yeah, the DJ did air Pencinta Wanita by Irwansyah right after. It was so funny.
But well yes, that's Mediacorp Radio for you. High on entertainment. Like, seriously!
i hate to have had so much to say and OH i must SO blog about this and that and then, whoosh! i forget.
finally my girls updated on their happening first of january. haha. (more like their recount of my birthday surprise) here are some, for your viewing pleasure (and my mental note):
ain who's the mastermind of all evil
natasha who's loving her new pair of moccasins
faqy who's got a secret vox blog i found haha
hanna who's missing the boyfriend dreadfully
oh and a tribute for my HOMIE (:
thanksforall&everythingreally.perhapssometimesitistheeverydaythingsthatgounnoticedunappreciated.hereiamtakingthetimeto.
just got back.
THIRTEEN episodes back-to-back over 12 hours.
well, including like a recess in between.
we got a little tired.
quite an achievement anyway, no?
pictures later.
at this juncture, the top 10 things on my mind:
- meredith's a slut (fine, circumstances whatever!)
- derek's just one undecided bitch
- georgie's the sweetie (gay!)
- ezzie really never quite get things her way
- alex is a bastard (cute, nevertheless!)
- yang&burke are just... weird
- i wonder if the baby had been born, would he be striped? kidding.
- adison is quite The Woman
- my McBlackie is the hottest ever
- i really should do my marking and catch some sleep.
watched the replay of Singapore-Laos match. 11-0
hope this doesn't give the boys the much fatal (and unnecessary!) overconfidence
cos we have Malaysia next, boys!
i'll be there, i think.
anyone up for it?
(:
*stares hard at fellow Singaporeans (another adventure, Faqy?!) & friendly Malaysians*
The Bouncy Bai just left and The Miraculous Marking beckons.
i shall stress myself out now, so that the Grey's Anatomy Marathon tonight at Zain's will be of much relief!
my tiny hunk has been up to lots of mischief today. i usually get particularly disappointed when he does, cos it signifies a lack of respect for the caregiver whomever it is and just shows his or her ineffectiveness. but i guess as i gain more experience in all this babysitting jazz (and thanks to the teaching profession!) i learnt not to take things too personal. it really maketh so much (more) sense like that. i mean, what's the point of taking something too high in regard when it usually isn't the case on the side of the antagonist. it's just a case of being overly sensitive. funny i'm talking about being sensitive cos i'm usually the heartless cold bitch who has never had empathised (much) and even if i ever did, it has always been a typically superficial case. (well, many wouldn't admit the superficiality on their part but i outrightly do. seriously, most people "feel" for others just "at that very moment" = momentary. does he or she do something beyond to further alleviate the subject's situation?) what is empathy if it translates to no actions? that's a sympathy. either way, let's preach and practise forgiveness. for even The Almighty forgives.
so tiny hunk, be who you want to be (: i'll be there for you at each stage, wherever possible as a guide, as a mentor. insyaAllah.
two days ago i was back at the alma mater. amanda and i had agreed to meet just outside the school iron gates, thinking that we'd need each other while we get overwhelmed by the nostalgia that (over)flows each time we step in the school compound. but i have to admit, this time, it was different. as much as it still felt like home, there was no particular gushing sensation that used to catch me offguard. this time, it was pretty much a monotone. perhaps because things no longer look familiar. perhaps (most of) the people no longer look familiar. though the feeling was all the same. RGS, the very ground where i spent most of my formative years in, is where the heart is.
today i was back at the alma mater. this time, the junior college. motivated mainly by the juniors who have been trying to drag me down to do some coaching, i decided that today will be it. so coach richard fetched me to the school and as we pulled over at the porch, familiar faces were throwing smiles and waving frantically. alighting the sedan, more familiar faces warmed the heart. this went on as we approached the courts, making (many) small talks. then got ourselves orientated. trained the girls. played with the boys. (things have not changed much since the Captain days. now, Asst Coach. right.) been out of shape i know, poor fitness but (i hope) strokes are still there, never lost. then walking out of the school compound, embracing the moonlit ambience in the far eastern side of the island, breathing in the night air, i recall those days. and as i was just stepping out of the college, yet another very familiar face popped up. college heartthrob. (what a major coincidence!) and then, the feeling was all the same. MJC, her people whom i spent most of my progressive years with, is where the heart is.
c'est très connu. j'ai déjà vu tout, peut-être dans ma vie précédant. qu'est-ce que le prochain?
