Sin Aul Lang Syne...My friday night has gone

Friday night...party night, dinner plan night, friends night, fun night...
I'm a typical young blood.
My night used to be like that until...
I met a group of people who has changed my friday night since we have met!
Drinking, dancing, clubbing. NONE!!
Of course I would be a little cranky about that in the very beginning.
On the bright side, these people lighten up my Saturday : )
They are kids from Pre-school I'm teaching English.
I'm not being pretentious to say "Oh! I love kids". No..I don't love random kids!
I could be nice but not as nice as miss universe.
Definitely there is a time I feel tired with them.
Sometimes they do give me a big headache
but I'm now a little bit into your face and say they fulfill me in some ways.

It's the feeling like when you are growing the little tree and see them grow up day by day.
There is definitely a huge improvement in our relationship.
Some kids cried first time they saw me...
Some kids being cranky when they get tired...
Some kids never spoken a word of English...
Day by day they are all getting better in some ways.
They speak more to me and they speak more English.
Some might say it's not that big deal, just being pre-school teacher.
I'm telling you, it is a BIG deal.
A teacher has a big impact on the kids' feeling toward the subject.
From my own experience, my first english teacher inspired me to love learning english.

Today I have to say, these kids make my day.
Every time they smile and have fun in my class.
Every time they learn some new words and they try to say it.
Now I know why it's not that hard to sacrifice the Friday night..
(plus you can still go out on Saturday night instead)
I might miss the chance to know some interesting people in my age
but hey! these small people can harm no one, they are so innocent
that they say and act what they are thinking.
and that is what you can't find in people in your age.

I didn't try to force them to learn and become a little genius.
I just hope that at least they can really love english, I'd love to be a part of that : )
Thank you kids, you are great!!

My favorite little guy..He cried the first time we met.
We are great buddy now : )




This is Bangbang and he is being so cute today.
The girl: May, merry christmas (she gave me a candy)
The boy: (hand me the candy) Merry christmas
BangBang: (Smile and hand me the candy)
Me: Awww!! thank you!!
BangBang: May, can you unwrap it for me?
Me: .... (unwrap the candy)
lol

Our art and craft!!

Happy father's day!

Let’s go back around 20 something years, I don’t know exactly what happened but I guess it should be something like this…

The first day I was born, the man held me in his arms and told himself that he will love me and take care of me the best he can.

The man who hates noise of baby crying is the same man who held me up and comforted me every time I cried.

The man who hates clothes shopping is the same man who takes me for shopping whenever I want.

The busiest business man I have ever seen is the same man who wandering around just to find a toy for me and my siblings every time he goes abroad.

The man who said the brand name stuffs are ridiculously expensive is the same man who bought me those stuffs without any complain.

The conservative man who thinks women should know how to cook is the same man who runs into kitchen every time I said I’m hungry.

The man who works real hard because he wants me to get the education as much as I can is the same man who said “you should go and relax sometimes” when I’m studying hard.

The man who is being so sarcastic enough to say “If any guy ever propose to you, I would give him hundred bags of rice so he wouldn’t return you to me” is the same man who said “No way she is still too young “ when the guy did propose or even want to go out with me.

The man who always goes to bed so early is same man who is waiting for me to come home until late at night when I’m going out with my friends or even the other man.

The shy man who never said “I love you” is the same man who loves me the most.

Today reminds me of one e-mail I received long time ago.

“…and then one day dad’s love is considered to be less than the other guy’s.

Dad’s doctrine become less loud than the other guy’s sweet words

Dad’s caring become less worthy than the other guy’s request

Dad’s hug seems to be less warm than the other guy’s

And today he just hopes that the other guy will love and cherish you at least half of what he has always been doing… “

Thank you dad, thank for bring me into this world to be your daughter.

I love you