All over the place and all under the sun

I realised that I haven't blogged for a while. This only shows that I have been trying to save the world and couldn't take time off.

I would have told you about the wonderful Perth trip I took and how those days are numbered and that I can now rely on photographs and memories to keep me afloat at work and my hectic lifestyle. Having friends around the globe doesn't help me to keep my feet rooted and my mind thinking, is the grass greener at the other end ( or the cows cheaper on the other side of the field). I told Gee that perhaps I should ask God for a chance to be outstation abroad for a few years and she says of course you could and then being the "short-attention" span me, I prayed for a few days and I called it quit.

Talking about prayers, I am really in dilemma here. I mean, I am told that I have to pray fervently for things I really care about or want. But I really can't. I can't just keep focus. I really can't do it EVERYDAY until I get it. I get bored, I get impatient and most importantly, I forget to pray about it. Strange but true, I really need some prayer therapy - intensive prayer course.

Maoster is growing up well ( in terms of entertainment value) but hardly and I repeat hardly the sharpest pencil in the box. Undeniably, I have enough of teachers telling me that oh, he should be writing now and blah blah blah and I wished I could have the patience or discipline to start this routine of writing with him... gosh I think I am such a lousy mother because I am going to go into the school of thought that hey, i mean they will write sooner or later right? I mean right? Sigh, but this boy of mine just am not interested in doing anything academic! He does not like to write, he does not like to draw, he does not like to colour. He just enjoys doing things like running around, pretending to be a dinosaur and being read to ( note: not reading by himself but being read to). I seriously dunno what to do with him ( not that I am doing anything much) and looking at the students profile I am handling , I can only pray ( which I am btw, if you have read the above, not doing a great job at that too) that he don't end up where I teach.
Having said that, Maoster continues to come up with the most hilarious conversations and thoughts and continued to be kind and nice and gentle.

I have been swarmed with work and somehow I am still surviving ( minus the exam setting nightmare but that would be a story too long to say and I will keep it for retirement when I am free and old). I am still enjoying my students and I continue to be amused and tickled and touched and aspired by them. I am doing well, I guess but then of course my director who is prim and proper doesn't get quite tickled by my jokes and styles but I think I am at a stage whereby, Heck lah, I just want to do my job well and be happy and not think of what my director thinks or whatever carrots/promotions she might be cancelling my name on. I mean, I know its tough when I work and not get recognition but hey, I am having fun with my colleagues and if they say I am good, I am good then. And at the end of the day, I hope my God says I am good. Clowns can be good too okay. We work.

I finished my virgin 10km run and I am happy with what I've done. No fats were destroyed at the process and no kgs were shed. But, whatever, I think I look great size 0 or size 12. And there's a research that says size 12 people are the happiest - I think so/hope so. Sorry if you are a size 0, there might be another research about you perhaps living longer.

My oven is still empty - I mean some days I will be cursing and swearing about it and sometimes I am seriously okay about it. I don't know my take about my oven but then, that's my oven and if it's not cooking then I think I could use it for some other storage purposes. I probably should take it for a repair and hopefully it comes with warranty. I really should have sex more often. Seriously I am pulling down the average numbers but hey my love for my husband goes beyond that - ha ha ha, he obviously don't think so.

Aung continues to be a sweet loving man. Always patient, always kind, always loving. He still says the funniest things and does the funniest moves and dance the funniest sway I have ever seen.

I thank God for this year and I pray that I'll witness God's works and miraculous blessings in the year to come.

I'll pray for you too.

It's a bunny year ahead!