The
hectic weeks stoke back without failing to leave me in an exhausting feeling.
With some projects needed to be executed, it was like a big stone stomped into
my head that I felt numb and incapable. Started with the monthly committee
meeting for hostel management in the first week, followed then by a motivation
talk for hostel students, a short course on school based assessment for English
subject and a motivation camp for national examination candidates for the
second week. That were not all, I had to take charge of being as a head of
sport house, coordinator for opening and closing ceremony and the best part was
to be a TRAINER for the annual athletic event and “sukantara” which were
organized and held in the following week.
Despite all of the events, I was reminded not to stray away too much
from fulfilling my other job which is to take care of 169 “babies”.
The
given responsibility was truly a challenge. I know there might be someone out
there try to say that all I can do is whining and complaining. Trust me, you
have no idea what’s going on. Nevertheless, no matter how tiring it was I tried
to display some sanguine spirit in everything I do (p/s: side notes. I do this
just so others to feel a bit annoyed and challenged of what I am capable
of..haha). At certain point I can feel the pressure put on the shoulder was too
heavy that I almost gave up everything I’ve been working on so far. Driven by the
emotion and blues feeling, I had once isolated myself from my colleagues. I was
not trying to escape from engaging in human relation but I really needed time
for myself rather than spending half of working day talking about politics (another
side notes: my colleagues can talk about politics for all day long and it
annoys me sometimes..NO, all the time. I guess politic is not my cup of
coffee).
No
words can describe how tired I was that I can forget my friend’s name. It
seemed that I had this memory lost kind of thing going on inside my head. Poor
him when he actually needed to explain from “A to Z” about him just to trigger
my memory. The best part was, from all of the explanation I could only recognized
him right after he giggled. How dumb I was at that time. Last Friday, I got a
text from a good friend of mine offering a package to Bandung with the lowest
price. Only then, it hit on my thinking box. Why shouldn’t I take a break and
fly off to somewhere? It has been a while I miss the thrill of departing and
landing by a “giant bird”. Suddenly, all the good memoirs started to fill in
the memory box of how exciting and wonderful my life was back in New Zealand. I
miss everything. When is the next time I will be indulging myself with those
wonderful experiences again? Only time can tell and MONEY can set everything up
(waiting for the pay day cautiously..haha). Till then. Pray for me that I can
survive for another 36 years in the profession. Fuuhhhh~