Sunday, June 28, 2009

Bitter Gourd Health Benefits

I need to start eating bitter gourd since I figured it is the best replacement for broccoli, a vegetable that I can eat all day all night if I have to. It started when I was watching the telly today on some Outer Banks Chinese forum talk show and was introduced to the benefits of eating bitter gourd or bitter melon promptly. According to the host, it has some properties that could banish black spots effectively. Here is a list of health benefits taken from Juicing for Health.
Blood disorders: Bitter gourd juice is highly beneficial for treating blood disorders like blood boils and itching due to toxemia. Mix 2 ounces of fresh bitter gourd juice with some lime juice. Sip it slowly on an empty stomach daily for between four and six months and see improvement in your condition.
Cholera: In early stages of cholera, take two teaspoonfuls juice of bitter gourd leaves, mix with two teaspoonfuls white onion juice and one teaspoonful lime juice. Sip this concoction daily till you get well.
Diabetes mellitus: Bitter melon contains a hypoglycemic compound
(a plant insulin) that is highly beneficial in lowering sugar levels in blood and urine. Bitter melon juice has been shown to significantly improve glucose tolerance without increasing blood insulin levels.

Energy: Regular consumption of bitter gourd juice has been proven to improve energy and stamina level. Even sleeping patterns have been shown to be improved/stabilized.
Eye problems: The high beta-carotene and other properties in bitter gourd makes it one of the finest vegetable-fruit that help alleviate eye problems and improving eyesight.
Hangover: Bitter melon juice may be beneficial in the treatment of a hangover for its alcohol intoxication properties. It also help cleanse and repair and nourish liver problems due to alcohol consumption.
Immune booster: This bitter juice can also help to build your immune system and increase your body's resistance against infection.
Piles: Mix three teaspoonfuls of juice from bitter melon leaves with a glassful of buttermilk. Take this every morning on empty stomach for about a month and see an improvement to your condition. To hasten the healing, use the paste of the roots of bitter melon plant and apply over the piles.
Psoriasis: Regular consumption of this bitter juice has also been known to improve psoriasis condition and other fungal infections like ring-worm and athletes feet.
Respiratory disorders: Take two ounces of fresh bitter melon juice and mix with a cup of honey diluted in water. Drink daily to improve asthma, bronchitis and pharyngitis.
Toxemia: Bitter gourd contains beneficial properties that cleanses the blood from toxins. Sip two teaspoonfuls of the juice daily to help cleanse the liver. Also helpful in ridding jaundice for the same reasons.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Gone Too Soon

In the right or wrong ways, Michael Jackson (1958-2009) has touched the world with his songs, and actions.

photo credit:
May he rest in peace.

Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Tips to Reduce Cholesterol

I don't know how accurate this is but as you know traditional healing is still very popular despite of all the advanced medication today. I got this tips from my Cella in my mailbox this evening. So here are tips from the Chinese as to how you could lower your cholesterol in your body.

All your cash drawer needs to spend on are things such as 80g black fungus, 80g old ginger and 10 red dates. First, soak the black fungus in water until it is soft then wash it clean. Second, cut the ginger without removing the skin into about 8 slices. Next, remove the seeds from the red dates. Then put all the ingredients into a slow cooker. Add in 8 cups of water into the cooker and cook the mixture for 6 hours using low heat. Lastly, serve.

Tips: Prepare the soup in the evening and start cooking before you go to bed. If you start cooking at 9pm the soup should be ready by 6am.

How I miss mom's cooking!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Ro Sa Khru Kha (Wait A Minute)

Entry from Painting Colors to Life. Just wanna share it here too! :)

Do people get this a lot in Thailand? I called a supposed to be an International Nation wide center the day before yesterday (June 18, 2009) and spoke politely asking if the other person at the end of the line could speak English since the first thing I heard was a very sweet sawatdee ka (Thai greeting). Then with my limited Thai, I understood the next answer was ro sek khru na ka (wait for a minute). Then I heard a tetris ringtone for about 3 minutes and I patiently waited. Tetris ringtone stopped and I expected a "hello ma dam how can I help you?" respond but all I heard was a hung up noise at the other end.
...............okay...what was that supposed to mean???

So I redialed the same number and heard the connected sign ringtone on the phone but nobody was answering at the other side of haven! Not giving up I tried another number but was smacked back with another connected sign followed by a disconnected tone.

Then I decided to call another branch of this center and after a few minutes heard another familiar accent "sawatdee ka bla bla bla..." and again replied the greetings and asked if that person speaks English. Again I got a "roo sak khru" and heard another tetris tone on. Waited, waited and finally a guy answered..."hello ma dam (for madam, read the 'a's as the 'a' in 'car')wat is your problem?" *cough* Ehem...excuse me? My problem Sir?? Hehe...So I told him that I needed certain information about so and so. Then he spoke a little and again put my ear on tetris lullaby! I waited for about 3 minutes and heard another woman went to the phone and said "hello ma dam, you speak English?" Ggggrhh! At this moment I just don't know who has a problem, me or the other end. As soon as I answered "Yes," instead of putting me on tetris lullaby, she put me on on-going conversations (the one that she talks to anybody and that anybody talks to somebody and that somebody talks to everybody and that everybody shut up). Then after I figured that they had figured, then the other line says "ro sak khru" for the last time and past the phone to a supposedly the best English speaker around.

Such frustrations as trivial as making and answering a telephone call in Thailand has been causing a lot of misunderstandings and confusions every minute here. Why can't big company like such hire a bilingual and solve the lengthy drama once and for all? Or the drama is sugar to them?

Have you experienced or been in this situation before? Or it's only in Thailand?? *_*

Monday, June 22, 2009

Opis Girl #1

Another summer school session and this time I totally enjoy doing something different although joining last year's Science & Math summer camp was equally fun! This time I was given a chance to work at the office front desk while helping at the registrar's office at the same time. Boy did I thought it easy handling a receptionist job. Just by observing and getting my hands on the job had thought me a great deal of things I never thought necessary before. My concept of a receptionist changed instantly on day one itself while trying my best to juggle in between answering phone calls, entertaining parents doing registrations etc, attending students asking about their grades etc, and 101 other stuff that I find impossible to list here.

Thanks to my two bosses P Nit and P Toom for their excellent tv stand tips on how to deal with stressful moments without loosing that cool smile! Without these two super-duper-well-trained-experienced bosses I wouldn't have survived the whole 5 days last week. As of now, I can see my front desk skill level is slowly rising on the thermometer. I hope to acquire all the good and positive things and learn from mistakes as I go through the remaining 3 weeks of summer work. Powder me with lots of opis girl dust will ya? :)

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Communication is the Key Part 2

Continuation of Communication is the Key Part 1.

Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away.. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other.

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.
As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry...." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.
Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me
saying: "Prepare for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hitsme. Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:
"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now.... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion.... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..." From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me:
"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... "
Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late."

The comment below is found together with this story. It's not mine. :)
This is a true story.

I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of grudges and anger! Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as patience.... This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is very sad, it is also very refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start to live a life free of grudge. People please let's live a life devoid of grudge. Communication is key.

Communication is the Key Part 1

My cousin Cella sent this into my inbox and as usual I put off anything lengthy to read until I find time for it later. I finally found time and read through the whole story. All I can say is that I read it at the right time and right place! Just a few hours ago I noticed and thought how come today's dinner at the table was extremely quiet? Well, incident such as this happens to us rarely unless we're not together in terms of opinions and certain things that sometimes you just can't avoid to be different. Today was one of the days that Hobbit and I had certain disagreement about something and it happened right after we prayed for the meal. I hated awkwardness such as this but's part of a marriage life and nobody's perfect! After a silent meal together, I was back on my laptop and he sat on the couch still silent and it went on until after I finished reading this story below that he came to me, gave me a nice hug and boy... a good back massage! ^_^ Anyway, my point is that communication is very important in a course of a relationship. Always communicate. For me, I make it a point to always be honest to myself and my spouse about my feelings and emotions. Whenever I am angry, unsatisfied, feel hurt or just don't feel right about something, I somehow show these feelings first through my actions (yes, I have this bad attitude problem) and later slowly try to pour my heart out by communicating my feelings to my spouse. Doing this alone gave me 99% of my youth back (just kidding *_*) but it really makes me feel so much better and yeah, it helps solve huge percentage of a problem and mends relationship although sometimes there are exceptions! :)

Carefully read the story below if you haven't. It is a real story of a Chinese couple. Part 2 is right after this post.

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us.
Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.
I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it." Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy Vegas vacations lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life.

To be continued... Read Communication is the Key Part 2 here.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Mermaid Dress

source: Something Old, Something New

I haven't been too fond of long dresses for quite sometime now but this one just took my breath away and makes me wanna jump right into the ocean and just be a mermaid with this dress on!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Other Side of My Head...

...besides teaching...

A break like today gives me time to do and enjoy the things I really love. One of them is just browsing homemakers/designers' blogs or websites. I usually get updates with these websites from my feed and this week I noticed that I had about 400+ updates just waiting for me to browse/read through. Not to mention my photography craze! By the way check out Fort Myers Photographer. So much to browse yet so little time. Well, I've just found some things that made me all pump up wanting to go all out and flush all my creative juices around the house. Yet there are limitations like you know, materials, time and more time, space (I don't own my apartment), and of COURSE---money. *sigh*

But one thing is for sure, ones imagination is unlimited...

Reminds me of a bistro I went long time ago in KL. Love the color combo and the classic touch.

I was having doubts with orange wall unless it's with good combination and thus was looking for colors that can tone it down. Light blue, white...

No doubt, striking yellow can cheer up a room. I know it would not suit my current room...dark floor, dark cabinet but a tinge of it might change the whole look.

I love oriental stuff and therefore anything painted or has a hint of cherry blossom will be my first pick. I shopped for several cute porcelain ware at the 60B shop at Villa the other day and Hobbit helped me with the pick. See...
This is one of my current favorite. I use it almost everyday!

Use it whenever I make tomato salsa.

Love the shape. Haven't had anything with this shape in my kitchen...

Hobbit loves this. *_^

I just wish I could go to Chatucak market and get more nice stuff for my kitchen collections but come to think of it, will I use all of it? I told Hobbit that if we have to move, the first thing we are going to pack and ship or put into the cargo are my piano and kitchenware!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

End of the School Year

*Lunch time at the cafeteria

Student A: Amyyyyyyyyyyyyy lao shi!!!!

I turned my back. Two Grade 2B cuties came running to me with a paper bag on one of them.

Student B: So you're here!

Me: Hi...Are you looking for me?

Student A: Yes. I have something for you...*handed me the laundry hamper paper bag*

Me: You guys came all the way here just to hand me this? Ohhh...*touched*

Student A: Uhuh...*panting*

Me: Oh..Come, let me give you a hug..

*big hug*

Student B: I want a hug too!

*another big hug*


I was looking forward for this day to come amidst ALL my busy days but wasn't looking forward for graduation and goodbyes even though I know very well I will see the kids again as they move to another level next school year. Well, most of them. When asked "will all of you be here next school year?"

"My mommy said that I have to study in a new school if I go to Grade 2." --Grade 1 student

"I am double promoted to Grade 5." --Grade 3 student

"Why? You will still be our Chinese teacher?" --Grade 3 student

I less expect to get a question back for my question above. Well, poor kids...What choice do you have, you only have one walking, kicking Chinese teacher...heh!

I did throw them question such as...

" you wish to have a new Chinese teacher next school year?"


Hahahaha! Should I trust my kids??

There were times I wondered if they really enjoy learning Chinese, a third, fourth or even fifth language for some of them. Despite what the parents think about Chinese classes in my school, I really wonder if the kids have thought about the usefulness/benefit this language will be for them in the future or did they even think about why they are learning Chinese?

There were days when I felt frustrated not being able to present my lessons well in class. Most of the time the causes were either lacking of proper materials, no proper equipment, felt helpless of my limitations (no proper training that is), and no one to assist me with mixed level classes. Such frustrations slowly led me to want to give up, vent and change position. Yet I know obviously that I am in this position for reasons that I myself am yet to discover.

Despite, there were also many days in my teachings when I felt that ahhh... No wonder He placed me here...Ahh... I love being their Chinese teacher...Ahh...He/she is picking the language very well...Ahh...He/she can read...Ahh...and Ahhs...

I'm sure bittersweet like this resonates you (teachers out there) too. Well, this is the end of my third year as a Chinese Teacher. I didn't even have a clue that I could paint a whole bittersweet picture when I first started out from scratch. All I can say at this moment of reflection is that I am humbled and


Wow that...If God choose to put you in a position despite of how you like it or not, He will surely if not literally hold, pull, straighten, adjust, and carry you through it.

All praise be unto Him.

Moving on, I am positively looking forward to another school year. Yay 2008-2009!!!
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