I am weary, and I a stranger,
Lead me to the land of angels.
Be my eyes in time of darkness,
Be my shield against host of faery,
Be my wings till I find my home.
Taken from Stone Maiden
by Susan King
Finally, I have something to blog about...although I guess my days are going to get increasing interesting.
Went for UCL orientation at government chalets in Loyang yesterday. I'm glad that my driving reason to teach - being able to rent these chalets is being refuelled by the attractiveness of the chalets, they are seriously starting to look like condominiums - just can't wait!
On a darker note...I must confess that I don't fit in very well with the Singaporeans going to UCL at all. I met Sara from Sec 1 and 2, Huimin, she's not aneroxic anymore, so we kind of stuck together. It was supposed to be overnight, but I decided to be a party pooper and leave halfway. Ah well.
Why do I not fit in...perhaps because 4 out of the 5 girls in my orientation group were from VJ, and the last girl was me? Or perhaps it was the loud music and the (this is UK slang) booze..oh I don't know. But not all people from United World College are typical well...UN-nice people. :)
Nothing is happening in my life these days..every day I wake up wondering what I should do today. Haha..maybe this tells me that I am not cut out to be a housewife. From next week on, there'll be exactly one week until I leave.
Ho hum...I think my brain is dying...I don't seem to be using it much. How am I going to start school in september? I can't even blog properly anymore..I'm losing coherence! Help!
Argh, did you know that there are 2 seventh months in the chinese calendar this year?? Which means I won't be around to eat mooncakes, much less celebrate the festival. Sob..I really like those mooncake piglets that come in their own basket..ah well.
I suddenly realise how much I love bumming around at home everyday. I'm currently in school again to do one day of relief..lessons only start at 11.10am...how am I going to teach when I've lost my voice?
Today I have spent 6 hours baking:
- an apple pie
- fudge brownies
- cookies
Although baking is a surprisingly strenuous activity, the amount of failed cookies that you "have " to eat is equivalent to the energy you spent running around, so it's altogether not a very good form of exercise. But the smells are wonderful!
Sometimes you just don't like yourself. Tsk.
it's not the years in your life that count,
but the life in your years.
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And in the end,
On |ove`*
And now I will show you the most excellent way:
If I speak in tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
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