Tuesday, April 25, 2006

devastation

It was sad sad day, the rain poured crazily from the sky, so as my heart.

Saturday dawn
I woke up with cold sweat after a bad dream in the middle of the night. Had a bad, bad feeling. I wished to call you during that time. However my impromptu act was called to a halt when sensibility strikes me. What for I’m bothering you with such a tiny winy matter. Hence, I went back to sleep.

It was 530am when I first called you on early Saturday morning. The calling tone dies in silence, it went countless times until I started to felt frustrated. I remembered last night that you told me you left the charger in office, I make a very bad assumption that your phone run out of batteries. Hence I tried your house phone number, the silence is deepening. I went through a very lonely and quiet Saturday early work without your usual morning and I love you greeting.

Reach home at 930am after work, still cant get you through the line. Lose all the patience by that time. Telling myself that even if you called, I will tell you that I’m too busy to talk with you now cuz I have to revise. A lousy excuse, another pathetic women egoism. 1030am, your-sorry-i-m-out-that-time call never came. I tried to call your home again. Still, silence prevailed. You have never been such inconsiderate before. Even if you are busy you will message me to call back later. I can analyzed my feelings no more, upset, worried, distracted.

1130am, I tried to call again, telling myself that this will be the last time I call you for the day. Still, no one pick up the phone, my mind drifted off, imagined kui kui and miko will be barking like crazy when the phone rang so frequently, but the hall will still be empty and silent. Started to wonder why your mom was never at home as well for the whole day. Doubts and worries continue to churn me, the words on the revision note looked alien to me. In the midst of the mixed feeling, my mind was busied thinking about all the ways to make you feel sorry when you called back later.

But your call never came.

12pm. An unfamiliar Malaysian phone number appeared on my phone screen. Its your brother, I felt more confused than surprise.

‘Peter met an accident’

My brain went blank, I experienced a momentary brain paralysis. The sentences echoed in my head.

Peter met an accident
Peter met an accident
Peter met an accident
Peter met an accident
Peter met an accident……

And then, my world went silence.
Devastatingly silence.

Friday, April 21, 2006

The egg breaking


need no further elaboration, the video itself says a thousand words.

my EGG

Craig gave me a pleasant surprise after the tuition class last monday.
'Susan, here's an easter present for you.' He said to me with a pretty-boy-shy-smile.
i went totally speechless watching the L-A-R-G-E purple egg he handed to me. *sob* i am very very touched indeed. Hugged and wished him and his mom happy easter day in advance and i went off to the train station with a heart blossomed with warmness.
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*satisfaction sigh*

i'm not bluffing in saying that i had the best two students in the whole world. Craig is always the shy one, with the thick liverpoodian accent and typical english boy smile. He is one head taller than me and its quite hard to tell that he is only 16 from his matured outlook. Although he didnt talk too much but from the response i do feel that he understood what i am teaching. Ocassionally, he will asked some funny questions to me, like 'is this word mispelled?' lol. maybe he just wanna ask some questions to his chinese tutor and apparently thats the best question he can come out with.

Felt no regrets that i'm accepting the home tutor job in the first place and decided not to give up when i find its quite difficult for me to travel for an hour by train every week to go to his house, not to mention the amount of time and effort that i have to put in to prepare the notes for the tuition. Chemistry a level, it has been ages since i did chemistry module last time in my degree studies.

i will blogged about another student of mine, scott (whom his parents owns a massive 4 floor banglo and 5-6 cars) next time.
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