repeat

A life of a teacher is like a cassette played over and over again with a repeat button. No matter where you are, you will always be someone who will be left behind while your students embark to their new journey. [Originally written on 22 July, 2017]

Stones of life

I just stepped a quite important stone of my life: getting a permanent, full time teaching position in Denmark. It’s an open contract, so now I am applying for a new work visa, crossing fingers for a smooth visa process. This translated to some more years working and living in Denmark, which was for me a fantastic news.

A Letter for Mom.

Dear Mom,

I hope this letter find you well. I dont wanna be melodramatic by writing this letter but I have to say, I have been thinking abouth death more than usual.

Remember, my dream to be an architect? I always wanted to be an architect. I always dream to build a home where my family can live and I also made a smaller cottage in the backyard for you to live with me all the days of our lives. I remember I can just hop to your cottage and see you playing with my kids. That was the dream. It had been long crushed when you died.

Why soccer is not created for girls.

These past few months, I joined my friend’s extra curriculum activity on their soccer match practice. It was always sun blarring and breath gasping moments from me. Age really does matter.

From those moments, there are things that I understood of why soccer was not created for girls.