on how Life is (so far)

sometimes I hate being a woman because of the very presence of men. maybe more specifically, men who try desperately to catch your attention, even if it meant whistling and/or kicking soccerballs at you as you're walking past them. so then on top of being annoyed, you end up feeling insulted too cos these men you talk so vehemently of, are actually boys who are about 2 years younger than you.

where have all the real men gone to? after subtracting those who are residing in the arms of women and other men, I'm sure there are still plenty more to go around. (of course, just because you're ruggedly handsome and of a suitable age doesn't make it okay for you to be a complete wolf around the ladies.) it just seems hard being lucky enough to chance upon someone who's not necessarily perfect, but more of right for right now.

but maybe the person saying all this is simply all. wrong.

well anyway, no worries. on a lighter note, I think the tuition kids and I have made good progress over the last few weeks. I've learnt to take a step back when there's a need to, and they've learnt to listen to me when I tell them to pay attention.

today Aslinda made a breakthrough. she insisted she wanted to use the small whiteboard to do her sums, but I said no do it on paper, and she said please so I said okay. then after a few minutes, she realised it didn't make sense cos after doing 2 questions she didn't have space for the others. she looked at me, saw me smile and then she quietly took a pencil and wrote down her calculations. in neat little columns. and then we never talked about that stupid whiteboard again.

I came home after that feeling restless. parents were at JB, brother at work, sister in room singing songs. so I decided to clean my room, and after sweeping the floor, which led to me sweeping the hall and other bedrooms as well, I found myself in the kitchen wondering if I should bring the laundry in cos it looked like it was going to rain. I suppose maturity for me came about the same time I started using adult busfare, and then I went on to being completely domesticated after that.

I hope no one will judge me after I say this, but I really, really would like to learn how to make some scones.