Hell hath no fury

.... like a teacher who is treated like dirt.
.... like a person who is moved about at the pleasure of some people who do not know better.
.... like a woman being asked to sacrifice her family for the good of others, and is never shown gratitude for it.
.... like a staff member who is picked to move just because it is the most convenient thing to do, regardless of the overall effect it will have.
.... like a mother figure asked to abandon her charges.
We shall wait and see.

I feel like I am abandoning them

These are all photos that mean a lot to me. I feel like I am abandoning this group of people. Not necessarily the same people, but the group. I am starting by not being with them as they participate in their first competition of the year, the NYD competition. I will not see how they do, I will not know the result until some 10 days later, probably. I will not manage them, I will be anxious about them.
They know they mean a lot to me, even if they don't show it. I really love them a lot, even when I scold them and utter the most sarcastic comments towards them. After the main competitions in June, I will no longer take care of them. I feel sad and I really don't know what will happen to them. Am I abandoning them?

Counting down to Shanghai v 2.0

Can't believe I was just there a little over 2 months ago and I am going again soon. Me, a person who does not travel much, who doesn't fancy flying. But things need to be done, and do them, I will. So verson 2.0 is going to happen next week. The trip will not be as relaxing as the previous one. It will be filled with tasks that I need to complete - ie medical exam, house-hunting, Joel's interview, more house-hunting, and once we have got our preferred house/apartment, sign the lease, get ready to move in and then prepare the place for habitation, all before I come back.
I am rather stressed with a lot of things to think about and sort out and do. I have not given away the dog. I will need to do so before I leave next week. I need to collect a report from Dr Rajini. I haven't been able to get hold of her. I need to have Jon sit for an assessment test. I need to pack. I need to find out what else the man needs that I have to bring.
It is starting to feel like every task is a daunting task. On top of all the things related to making the trip and moving, I still have to mark all the exam papers. It will not be easy, and I know I will be slow. Might even have to bring a bundle there to mark.
And this Saturday, I have to attend a Ladap in Shah Alam. Like I really have the time to do all these.
And Sunday is Joel's birthday. Am thinking of having a little celebration for both Joel and Jeremy on Sunday since we will not be around to celebrate Jeremy's next week.  Haven't had time to really think about it. Probably just going to be a dinner celebration. Just makan. No time to plan anything else.
I'm tired. And not having the man by my side makes things really frightening for me. I will try very hard not to sigh!

Being appropriately disagreeable

This post was supposed to be written a few days ago, but I was either too busy or coughing too much to bother.
28th April 2012 has come and gone. I was glued to the computer all afternoon and evening monitoring how Bersih 3.0 was going. I have many friends who were there among the crowds, and I wanted to know that they were okay. I needed to know how the rally went.
There is enough on the net to let everyone know how it went. So I am not writing about how it went. Nor am I writing about the incidents that happened that day.
Being an armchair observer, I saw many posts on the net, whether on facebook, or twitter or even youtube about what 428 was about and what they thought it was about. What struck me was not their explanations of their understanding of the event. What struck me was how disagreeable many people can be and how many do not seem to understand the issue at hand. From the top ranks to the everyday man on the street, to youngsters ... the kind of comments and words, and language they used, I would not let my children read them.
How some people who profess to be mature men and women can use profanities in expressing their disagreements, I simply fail to understand. They can say that they are educated people who are exposed to the matters of the world, and yet the words that come out of their mouths (or typed into comments on the net) just do not reflect how "educated" they are. It is unbecoming when these people do not open their eyes and heart to the possibility that they have been narrow-minded, and they have not understood what that day was about, or that nothing warrants brutality or that nothing warrants the kind of language used. No, I am not necessarily commenting on those who did not support the rally. I also have a bone to pick with those who do, because some of them have absolutely no understanding of what it is about, and just rattle on as if they do, and they refuse to agree to disagree.
Come on, people. There are always two sides to a story, perhaps even more. Everyone has a version to voice out. And we are all in a relatively free country, and we can voice out what we think. But that does not mean that we can just bombard profanities or even be vulgar towards people who disagree with us. It really saddens me that there are so many people who do not know how to disagree and yet have some respect for others who are of different opinions as they.