Neighborhood friends.

My mother has been making friends lately around our neighborhood.  She started her jogging/power walk routine every morning since the new year, discovering other Chinese/Vietnamese/Taiwanese elders.  Ever since the newly formed companionships, I have been hearing new voices every time I woke from my sleep.  They occasionally go grocery shopping, gamble in casinos, or play mahjong at one of their houses.  It's good to see her finally escape from her daily routine of being lonely when no one is home.  

I've imagined it all.

The kids voted me as the "coolest" teacher at work, and plenty of them have requested to be in my class.  The school year is nearly coming to an end, and I applied for a summer position.  I even applied to corporate positions within the company, which are salaried and full-time.  I've decided to give the kids in my class a pizza party.  It will come out of my own pocket, with every penny worth it.  There will be a talent show next month and the kids want the teachers to participate.  I'm debating whether or not to bring my guitar and perform a song for them, :).

Out of boredom.

I've picked up a new hobby. 
Gardening.
After re-reading my previous post, I realized how immature that rant was.

Taking initiative.

The recent trend of my blog posts can give you an idea as to how dull my life has been.  Sadly to say, I didn't expect it as a result mainly from money.  The cause and effect of me not having money forces me to be unable to plan events.  But without it, I finally came into a realization that I was the only one who gave effort to hang out.  There are, however, a good handful of friends that constantly keep in touch with me.  But for the others, I gave them phone calls here and there to say a gentle hello.  But it is always me that takes initiative.

Teaser Pleaser

Bad Romance (Short)

Today was a sad day.

During the middle of my work day at school, a parent came in early to pick up her child.  As she signed her out, she informed me that her daughter will no longer be coming to this after-school program.  Her work schedule has been altered so now she is able to take her home right after school.  This is usually not a sad moment, but her daughter is Deja.  I don't like to pick favorites, but I adored her.  She was the one who wrote me that letter, and she told me to promise her that I wouldn't leave the program for another job.   Not only me, but Deja was shocked as well with the news.  Her eyes darkened and her mood was quickly changed.  She asked her mom if she could still stay with the program, but hopes were dire. She then handed me her name tag, and gave me one last hearty hug.  She left, and the class was silent.

They don't understand you.

Extraterrestrial