June has come and gone in a whirlwind of activities for me; I feel like I became Dorothy momentarily with my doll shoes on. It’s not enough an excuse to take my blog for granted though. I am glad to report, however, that I have finished a number of books from Jasper Fforde and Lemony Snicket this month. If you feel my humor is going nowhere, please bear with me and just understand the longing of someone who has lost a labrador and now looking for a quarkbeast.
The existence of the unknown is an assurance itself.
Some of us could “be very charismatic” and I have just realized that the idea of making myself look pleasant does not only involve consideration of others but also my own benefit.
I refuse to accept the belief we were not supposed to reach for more than what we were supposed to be… because nobody knows what else we can be and that’s the beauty of it. As an educator, the worst you can tell your students is to stop pursuing his or her passion because you are telling him to stop living his life.
One of my pet peeves is when people mispronounce my name and yes, it happened on my graduation day.