Legend Of Miracles

It is a nightly ritual that I have to play lion dance with my niece for her to touch the ceiling while standing on my shoulders. Problem? She has grown taller. Consequence? I stood up too fast and she ended touching the ceiling with her head instead of her hands. I would have to say she is rather brave not to brawl immediately. That was yesterday.

Today, she got a really bad scare. Apparently, her daddy was blowing the balloon when it suddenly burst without warning. As they always say, there is always peace and calm before the storm. And they were right. It took about 10 seconds for my two and the half year old niece to start brawling. She must have had a really bad scare if it actually took her 10 seconds to react. Not only that, it took a better part of a half hour calming her down…

Sometimes I really wonder, is she going to grow up afraid of everything because of her childhood?

It’s been ages since I try this…

1. Twitter :: The latest blogging tool?
2. Facebook :: Starting to use it only now
3. MySpace :: Never use it before
4. Friend :: All are busy at the moment
5. Subscribe :: New mobile broadband plan
6. Conflict :: None of that recently
7. Ignore :: No one?
8. Drama :: Watching lots these days since study days are over
9. Hide :: Skin of cow?
10. List :: Catalogue

There are times where I simply wonder what is happening in my life. My life always seems dominated by matters that seems to pop out from no where. Yet, if those matters don’t come and bite me in the ass, I don’t seem to have anything to do. I think I’m starting to have a dual personality or something. I really need to go out often and meet up with friends or something.

I haven’t been paying attention to time and before I know it, Christmas is coming to smack me right in the face. I’ve been rather active on facebook these few days and I see a lot of people starting to comment about Christmas and stuff…

Don’t they know it is rude to talk about Christmas when I’ve barely prepared anything for it? Hmm…Should I or should I not send out Christmas cards? I’m lazy…

It’s always nice to go back and read a book that was laid down years ago. Been reading “The Power of Losing Control” by Joe Caruso and it remains as one of those rare books that managed to inspire me. In fact, I even start tagging pages with post-its because they are so significant. That is probably a habit I picked up during my schooling days.

And suddenly, I feel like reading the books in my bookcase again. Before this, reading has always been sort of a “time to go for exam” thing, but after starting on that book, I guess I rediscover my passion for reading. After all, my schooling days are officially over and it’s probably some time before I get started on my Masters, since I’m still in a dilemma.

After reading that book, I wonder: Is the job I’m holding onto at the current moment really suitable for me? Do I really want to continue pursuing this line of work?

Hmm, food for thought…

It’s been a crazy life for the past three days, although I must admit I sort of deserved it. Here’s a run down of things that happened

23/12/09:
Went to sing karaoke with my colleagues, from 8 to 12 midnight. I was having a flu but I didn’t care and went anyway, since it was a bachelor night for my colleague. By the time it was about 11, I was cold and miserable but I continued singing. When we were about to leave at 12, my voice sounded harsh and coarse and my nose was water works.

24/12/09:
Went to work as usual at 9. I was feeling better, but I was tired, even though I had to teach. Thank god it was only half day at work, so I was able to leave at about 12.30pm. I concussed from about 1.30 to 3pm, after playing with my niece for a little while. Had lunch after waking up (gasp! There goes my fitness programme!) and I lazed around until 6, where I got up and went to Dhoby Ghaut to have dinner with my secondary school friends. Fish and Co isn’t exactly cheap but it was nice catching up with my friends. And damn, the food was nice!

25/12/09:
Went swimming early in the morning to work off some of the calories I put on, as well as to get rid of the guilt. Managed the usual: 15 laps of breaststroke and freestyle. The guilt came back when I had Pure Double Chocolate with whip cream at Coffee Bean and later, when I went to my colleague’s engagement party, I had quite a heavy lunch there. The guilt intensified when I had Carl’s Jr with my army friends later for dinner. We did have fun at Sentosa though, although I was scared out of my wits during the Skyride. I almost had the urge to kiss the ground when I alight from it. Skyride is basically a chair that was attached to a metal cable. Rather flimsy, if you ask me and the whole thing was swaying. The fact that Jason and Balan kept talking about how high we were and if we fall, we just break a few bones made me rather adamant about riding it again. They had plans to ride again next year. I think I’ll just keep my feet planted firmly to the ground and watch them…

Today:
Did absolutely nothing but to rot at home. I really needed to recharge myself…

Conversation between my 2 year old niece and my mother can be hilarious.

Niece: Ah-baish-ay-boo-eee-aashh
Mother: What are you saying? Don’t slang, I don’t understand you. I cann’t understand you already, after going overseas (referring to her toddling out of the room), it’s even worse!
Niece: Ma-ssshh-ah-eeee

And she had such a triumphant grin on her face when my mother and I laughed uproariously. Then she continued babbling to my mother in her own language.

Wow, it’s been a long time since I do these, and since I’m trying to come back to blogsphere, what’s better than Unconscious Mutterings?

You say… and I think … ?

1. Interest :: Reading, writing
2. Chase :: Reminds me of a story where the character is call “Chase”…Regeneration?
3. Itch :: Witch? The joke about how to make a witch itch?
4. Soothe :: Music
5. Lamp :: My sister just bought one…
6. Tutor :: Me!
7. Nicole :: Sounds like “nicotine”…
8. Sloth :: The 7 deadly sins?
9. Burn :: Die! Die faster!
10. Bug :: Yuck! I remember how some of my army friends actually waxed bugs during army days…

That’s all for today! Hope I get enough time to blog next week. And Christmas is coming soon! *hums* Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!

8.30AM: Woke up without any aid from my “cock-a-doo” mobile phone ringtone. My body must be getting used to waking up at this time.
9.00AM: Started swimming. And man, is it packed with people!
10.20AM: One hour twenty minutes and 30 laps later, I’m a jellyfish.

Overall, I’m proud of myself. Half a year and I’m still sticking to my Sunday morning ritual. Not only that, I actually managed to increase from 20 to 30 laps. Downside is I’m becoming a charcoal and my mother was telling me why not go swimming when there is no sun. Like?

Having not taught primary school kids for almost one year plus now, I was completely shocked when I was asked to cover another teacher who took emergency leave today. A completely wonderful afternoon for marking compositions completely wasted on teaching kids. I would not say it was an absolute nightmare but it came close. Thank God I have my trustworthy sweets with me. My campaign against these little terrors is charmingly simple. Go through comprehension, playing little games or pranks at key areas, set them loose on the questions and reward them sweets as accordingly to the number of questions they got correct. Surprisingly, this prehistoric method of teaching still works! Later, little stories intersperse with jokes while going through worksheets. Again, it worked like magic! I actually managed to survive three whole hours intact!

Well, let’s not try this often. My stamina is not as good as in the past, where I can play with the kids every day, from nine to four, Monday to Friday.

Meeting on Friday, as usual, discussing uniforms, vision, and some miscellaneous businesses. Slow going but we managed to get something done. Better than nothing, I supposed. At least, weekends are here, so I can enjoy a little. Although I am home-bound tomorrow afternoon because of the television delivery and Sunday afternoon because of piano theory lessons. And my mother wanted me to sign up for driving lessons. Ha! Not so soon, with all things considered…