someone just slapped me in the face this morning..
and that someone shook me on my shoulder, and made me see the reality better..
but shortsighted-ness should not stop me from seeing that becoming a teacher would not allow me to earn millions..
then i realised,
hey, i’ve never wanted to be a teacher to get rich..
i was trying to do what i do best..
yes, i want to lead an army of fresh minds, into seeing what a foreign language has to offer..
ah~so all this while,
have i always wanted to become a teacher..?
but i know for certain, it was not my initial intention..
but again, time changes what i’m becoming..
so we’ll see if i’m ever meant to be a teacher..
so now library is my second home..
no, not that language learning center where i can quietly observe an eye candy..
but it’s on the second floor of that very library..
where i can see the sunset around 5pm..
and where i can feel that there’s someone else at the other end of the world..
who would be enjoying the same thing if he could be there..
but i have been enjoying the companies..
and was able to turn the real intention of being in such a place into a product..
they have been making the process slower, they did..
*whisper* of course i will not take the blame..
but i appreciate their presence more..
they help ease up the stress that have been keeping me awake many nights..
good luck lovely friends..
i will miss our time together when i’m back in hometown..
there it goes, my first spoken poetry,
(02/06/2011 – 12:55am)