Category Archives: in china

Yesterday was a day filled with insecurities, unsurities and general not-so-good feelings. K came into work in the morning, already overcast and shadowy. I tend to not meddle too much in the mornings, save, perhaps, a peek and a friendly … Continue reading →

This evening I sat staring blankly at my new Lesson Plan Book. It’s empty pages beckoning to be written on. But, like the pages, my mind too was blank. Although, not completely blank, perhaps only so far as the lesson … Continue reading →

Sunday morning was my second early rise of the weekend. It was for a sports day between the staff of the school and a few bus companies. The school and the bus companies are all owned by the same person, … Continue reading →

On Friday I was informed that in addition to the primary school English competition, there was also a middle school competition held at a separate location. K was escorting the middle school students to this one, so when she asked … Continue reading →

Hmmm, nothing really to blog about today, but I thought I’d do it nevertheless, because I feel like talking. Oh, like talking to yourself? Yes, that’s healthy. Moving swiftly on. Last night I met up with K and her friend, … Continue reading →

“You love me what?”, she growled after I had mouthed an attempted soothing I love you to her across the partition between our desks. She was pissed off at me. This morning her message, at 8 o’ clock, woke me … Continue reading →

Yet again I find myself at an internet cafe. Why? Because the no-good equipment at my school is malfuntioning, that’s why. But, what else is new, right? Ironically enough, during this struggle with equipment, The Moneyman’s Right Hand has finally … Continue reading →

“I hope it all works out”, my sister had said in the e-mail she sent me to tell me she had discovered my Blog. But there is nothing specific that has to work out really. This is my life. Things … Continue reading →

Amazing what numbing your senses can do for an aching heart. Coffee, Red Bull, music loud enough that you can’t hear anything else. That is like a hang-over cure for the broken heart. My story is sad. But not like … Continue reading →

The weekend has come and gone and, as I thought we might, K and I argued a little bit. We were tired and annoyed and worked on each other’s nerves at just the wrong moments. It happens. The things, as … Continue reading →