Thursday, November 09, 2006 @8:13 PM
It has been bugging me a lot. And I do not even know if you even care, that I am bothered by it. I really do not know.
You said that I preferred her to you, but thing is, now that I have stopped the prejudice, have you? Something that really hurts me. When I just say "hi" to you online, you would not even respond. I mean, how am I supposed to feel? When I know you obvious are at your computer. Are we not supposed to do unto others what we want others to do unto us? I know, maybe I have hurt you deeply in the past, but is that not a thing of the past? I know it may not be that easy to forget the hurt, but I was hurt too. We are all entitled to our own hurts, and at our own pace, recover from our hurts. but, how do I even phrase my emotions. I do not know. It is like as though, every effort I put, goes unnoticed. Maybe you will say that it is not the case, but my feelings, they cannot be controlled, and if they feel that way, and even I know it may not be the case, but the feelings are there to stay, are they not? If I could learn, to not feel, I would. Maybe if I could learn just to justify things with logic, with my head, I would. But it is not all that simple, is it? I want you to see, that I am hurt. cause I do not know, what to do anymore, what to say anymore, cause what if it all goes unnoticed, unappreciated, or what if they whole thing just backfires? And I just make you feel worse. I mean, it is inevitable that I think of such things, after all that has been happening. I have tried my upmost, to let this not affect me, cause I tell myself, you need time. But I am tired, really am.
And then it all goes back to the question, do you even care?
And why I want to be a kindergarten teacher when I grow up. I have thought a lot about it, after that incident, after that CIP at that primary school. It really made me think, what right did I have to become a teacher, when thing is, I did not even have the patience for that one boy. What was wrong with me, I do not know. Maybe it just is not my nature to be patient. My parents always say I am too fierce, I am too over domineering. And just to listen to that, I have had enough. That is the way I express my love to those I am really close to. Cause I do not want them to get hurt, so I tell them what to do. I do not want them to do the wrong thing, so I be fierce, to make sure they listen. And I nag too, that I know. Cause to me, only people who are worth it, who will listen, I will nag. It is all cause I love and I care. Why cant you guys see? I know it is not the best way to express my love, my care, my concern, but really, I do not know any other way how to. I cannot possibly be encouraging those I love, everyday. Cause I would get tired too, do you not understand? So how can I be a teacher, when my love language is as such? But I really love kids. Ask me why, and I will tell you.
Where can you find, such innocence? It is not within our control to get a little polluted here and there in the mind cause of this world. But they, are so ignorant, and what do they know? " jiejie, what is a condom? Is it the shortform of condominium?" and then they would go around singing, I live in a condom, I live in a condom. And if an adult were to do that, he would be stereotyped as mentally unstable, but yet for a small kid, we would think it is so innocent, so very innocent. How much of the world have they not seen, how much of this cruel world have they not seen. I envy them, they know so much, because they do not seek to understand more. They accept things the way it is, they do not go around and try to twist and turn that fact, because they know it is a fact, and even if they do not like the fact, they would just forget about it after a while. Not saying that it does not affect them, it does, but they know, that there is nothing they can do about it. and they let it go. And it is so hard, for us, who are so much older, to learn to let go. Ironic world. They find joy, in such simple things. Be it a simple smile at them, or a simple game. I was at the airport that day, at swensens. And I was sitting at this table with my family. And just in front of us, there were these two small kids. And I just smiled at them, and they got so delighted, they kept turning back. Do not get me wrong, I am not trying to be ego here, just stating what I feel. And then I was a little hyper that night, I started playing peek a boo with them. And really, when you see how happy they were, it just makes you feel so happy. And trust me, the laughter you bring to them, it is not easily forgotten. I left swensens. And went to walk around. And when we were going home, it so happened that they were driving off too. And both of them round down the car window, and said byebye to me. they asked me to take care. And I just felt so cared for, so loved. Kids, they just say what they feel. There is not pretence, there is no lies. Kids do not lie, cause they see no point in doing so. That is what they feel, so that is what they shall say. Now a days, people will say I forgive you, I love you, take care, I am sorry, etc, but how much of it do they mean? You cannot really tell. But when kids say that they forgive me, they really do. I can see it, I can tell. They’d forget, they’d come and tickle me. they’d make things seem so normal again. when they say I love you, they mean it. when my nose bleed in church that day, they all asked, if I was alright. If I needed a plaster. Ironically, I did not need a plaster for a bleeding nose, but their innocence, really made me laugh, although I really hate nose bleeds. And when they say I am sorry, when they do something wrong, they do really mean it. and if you do not forgive them, or if I am still angry, they can tell. And they would just run to me, and give me a big hug, and tell me, if I would not forgive them, they would not let go. At such a time like that, when they say things as such, how can my heart not melt, how can I bare not to forgive. They would not do it again, and they mean it. they would try their best, to never do it again. and when you say that they are forgiven, the gratitude, the thankfulness on their face, it is just so obvious, written everywhere on their faces.
Maybe these are not valid reasons why I love kids, maybe they are just my worldly desires of what I want this world to be. But there is this indescribable love I have for kids, when I see them. And yes, I lose my patience with them at times, and that is what makes me love them even more. Because they know why I am angry, and they would stop doing it. they would not get angry with me for getting angry with them, but they would know. And they would say they are sorry. Maybe this all seems one sided, cause at times it seems one sided to me too, but I just cannot explain myself. I envy them, for most of all, their childlike faith. How they can just trust without questioning, I envy. Would I become a teacher one day? Would I be qualified enough?
Going to visit mae-ann at the hospital for the last three days have been really tiring, but yet, fulfilling. Not that I am particularly close to her, but going there for the last three days from 12-8, has made me grow closer to her. I have always had this problem with relating to younger people. Cause I feel like, they have their own thinking already, and what I do may contradict it, so I chose to keep it to myself. and they are at that age, where they will judge. So I do not think I should be that childish, in case they think I am some childish freak. But talking to mae-ann, acting retarded with Daniel for her, has made me grown to realise that at times like such, where she just had a major operation, it is when she needs people who will talk to her, who will make her forget about the pain, cause it is just too painful. It’s at times like this, when whatever you do, she will appreciate it. like just fanning the operation wound on her back for her, once in a while, she is really thankful. And at times like this, without support, I do not think it will be easy. Although it is really tiring to go down there, so far, but I think it is so worth it. I think it is tiring to act retarded, to act hyper when you are not, but seeing that laugh on her face, it makes me feel better. She’s a P6, and she has to go through so much. I think she deserves it, the support, the love, from everyone. But I think Daniel is brave too. For a sec one, to accompany me all the way down there, to accompany her with me, although I know it is tiring for him too, he never once said so. Yesterday, once we got into my parents car, we both slept. I guess it shows, how tiring, yet fulfilling it is, for both me and Daniel. And I thank god, for mae-ann, for giving me this experience, to know that support is so important in difficult times. And that a little love goes a long way, and a lot of love, goes on for a life time.
I have to lean on the lord's strength, not on my own understanding. I have to trust in the lord, not on my own understanding. And in all I do, I will acknowledge him, and god will make my path straight for me. and with his hand in mine, I will go where he leads me. His ways are higher than mine, he has reasons that I may never understand, but in him, I will trust, I will not lean on my own understanding. Bless my thoughts, my dreams, and my imagination lord. And step-by-step lord, delight in your creation as we learn to delight in your love. there are many things which the world does not understand, but I know, my god understands. And that is reason enough, for me to be strong.