Saturday, June 30, 2007
i'm not a car.
thanks rania (:
but sometimes it takes more than just topping up fuel. there's still the engine, batteries, etc...and of course, something that a car doesn't have and that's feelings. when a car break down, it gets necessary attention to get it working again and it goes on as usual, though it might not be as efficient as before. but when a man break down, it gets necessary attention sometimes to get it working again and it goes on as usual, though it might not be as efficient before, but with dampened feelings.
and because of the fact that normal beings have feelings, people will learn to conceal feelings and not many others will sense that there's something wrong with that man.
that's my scenario. the one for the man, and not for the car.
meeting church seniors to talk about my issues. i don't know if it will help. solve the problem, maybe yes. but about the feelings part, i don't know. to sound positive for once after a long while, i might even feel better.
sunday school lesson was kind of depressing. not exactly depressing, it's just that the whole class was off to somewhere, everyone. even the teachers.
we've forgotten to pray and after the lesson i had to single out an extremely hyperactive student to talk to her about her behaviour in class and teach her a few ways to learn to be resilient to nasty remarks passed. oh wells, i have had her experience before, it's not pleasant.
halfway through i was so tempted to in a way, threaten them with the rapture, that they will go to hell if they don't behave. siwen had to scream, give her some respect, for more than ten times and the class was still not settled. it's always the same people.
marcus, joshua, zoe, wenxi. now even neetha, and felicia. it's already, 2/3 of the class.
and the same ones who always dont speak. alicia and moses.
tommy, the one sitting in the middle of the fence.
it's madness, especially with you being the distracted teacher. one minute you are trying to make some talk, another minute later you will be screaming your head of to shut some up.
and you're always so careful about not treading on other people's toes. you have an hyperactive student who needs special attention. then you need to be careful about other people not sensing that you're giving your own sister special treatment.
it's really madness when you're teaching your own sister. and it'll get worse next year. a sister and a brother in your sunday school class.
figure this out:
a revealing rememberance of regret as reality recedes a response
but sometimes it takes more than just topping up fuel. there's still the engine, batteries, etc...and of course, something that a car doesn't have and that's feelings. when a car break down, it gets necessary attention to get it working again and it goes on as usual, though it might not be as efficient as before. but when a man break down, it gets necessary attention sometimes to get it working again and it goes on as usual, though it might not be as efficient before, but with dampened feelings.
and because of the fact that normal beings have feelings, people will learn to conceal feelings and not many others will sense that there's something wrong with that man.
that's my scenario. the one for the man, and not for the car.
meeting church seniors to talk about my issues. i don't know if it will help. solve the problem, maybe yes. but about the feelings part, i don't know. to sound positive for once after a long while, i might even feel better.
sunday school lesson was kind of depressing. not exactly depressing, it's just that the whole class was off to somewhere, everyone. even the teachers.
we've forgotten to pray and after the lesson i had to single out an extremely hyperactive student to talk to her about her behaviour in class and teach her a few ways to learn to be resilient to nasty remarks passed. oh wells, i have had her experience before, it's not pleasant.
halfway through i was so tempted to in a way, threaten them with the rapture, that they will go to hell if they don't behave. siwen had to scream, give her some respect, for more than ten times and the class was still not settled. it's always the same people.
marcus, joshua, zoe, wenxi. now even neetha, and felicia. it's already, 2/3 of the class.
and the same ones who always dont speak. alicia and moses.
tommy, the one sitting in the middle of the fence.
it's madness, especially with you being the distracted teacher. one minute you are trying to make some talk, another minute later you will be screaming your head of to shut some up.
and you're always so careful about not treading on other people's toes. you have an hyperactive student who needs special attention. then you need to be careful about other people not sensing that you're giving your own sister special treatment.
it's really madness when you're teaching your own sister. and it'll get worse next year. a sister and a brother in your sunday school class.
figure this out:
a revealing rememberance of regret as reality recedes a response
// posted by My name is Oherie. @ 11:42 pm 
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