NEW ISSUE #01Gossips on the SUPER-TUTORand rantings and ruminations onme, me and me.
I have now "diversified" my teaching subjects. From English and Chinese, I am now teaching some Maths, and oh, Literature. Gosh. Why can I teach so many subjects when I know clearly that I prefer to teach the languages only? But well, when my tutees ask for help, I'll definitely respond.
I'm like the super everything-know-how tutor. Now picture me in a SuperTutor suit and let me fly you to the skies of the unknown. Reach for the stars. A STARs I mean.
So yup. Anyway, had tuition today at Weice's place at Taman Jurong. Been teaching that kiddo Chinese. But now that Chinese papers were over for him, I'm preparing him for English and Literature, even though he has another tutor and another tuition centre for his English tuition. Sometimes, I really admire that kid for his hard work and effort man. So far he's the only tutee I have taught who is so enthusiastic about studying, and learning of course. Thanks for always being so attentive in my lessons ah. Though sometimes quite playful. But of course, all work but no play makes Jack a dull boy. Remember this. As for the rest, hmm.. you know who you are.. buck up ah!
So ya, as I was saying I taught him a bit of English and Literature today. For Literature, he needs to critique a piece of unseen poetry for his papers. So guess what? I asked him to print out a poem written by me to do a critique! Lol. Can't help it la. Too last minute to prepare new resources for him. So anyway, my work also got standard one ok? Hahaha.
So this was the poem he worked on:
Seasoned Love - Anson Ong
It's summer now,
But I'm feeling the cold.
Have you not known,
The day our love was told?
It must worth nothing,
Since it isn't gold.
Yet you missed the feeling,
That a true lover should know.
It's autumn now,
Can you hear my call?
The leaves are falling,
Yet my love is standing tall.
I hope you don't forget,
That I loved you at all.
If you don't forgive,
Our love shall break and fall.
It's winter now,
But I'm still warm inside.
The passion that was burnt,
Was refusing to hide.
Now I have to ask,
If our love survived the night.
All I can do now,
Is pray to see the light.
It's springtime now,
And I have woken up.
It is time I realize,
Our love had no more luck.
Here I am to bid farewell,
To say goodbye and part.
I hope you get my message,
That our love should never start.
I actually wrote this poem like 2 years plus back? It's a poem that I quite like. And I thought it's rather telling. So the interesting bit was to see how your own student "dissect" the poem. Since I am the poet myself, it is really interesting to see how he interpreted it. And he did quite a good job!
After tuition, met dearie for dinner at JP. And we had a chat about me and me and me. So she's getting concerned if I could earn big buckets of gold someday. I assured her not to worry too much. Although I don't have a full-time job now, I believe in the saying "there's a will, there's a way". Of course, it might be an excuse for me being plain lazy. And she pointed out too.
Well, I know very well I can do a lot of things. Like what you call, a jack of all trades? But I'm not someone who likes to restrict myself to doing only one thing. I like music, I like singing, I like writing, I like acting, I like drawing, and many other things, you get the idea? But here's the bad news: I think I'm a master of none, currently. Sure knows a bit here and there. But you know, talent goes to waste when you don't nurture them well.
And then I mentioned I could do business. Of some sort perhaps? I'm sure I have lotsa "crazy" ideas that are ready to be blurted out any moment. Lots of new ideas. And here's the bad news: Ain't using them wisely, yet.
By now I'm sure that you reader know one thing about me. No, wait, two things.
1. I procrastinate.
2. I'm lazy.
But here's one more thing you don't know about me.
I like to be unpredictable.
Unpredictable --> Irresistable --> Invincible
Of course, don't try too hard. I don't have to, do I?
LOL.
Imagine me back facing you and hugging myself tightly as if someone's hugging me back. Imagine it's not me you are seeing.
But me, me, and me. :)
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