It's been donky years since I posted my last post, there's so much to say, but as always, it's so difficult to start.

Attachment's been a great experience, I met brilliant people, absoloutely lovable children and also made good friends, but still, teaching is not what i'm really cut out for, and it's not where my interest lies either. But nurturing young ones is another part of life that one wouldn't wanna miss out, and i'm glad I was able to inspire and get to know the children in the class i'm taking.

Whilst at attachment, one of the girls doing attachment with me told me that her boyfriend's classmate passed away due to illness, which brings me back to the very thought of how fragile life really is. I noticed, as we grow older in years, we experience so much more. Be it death of someone we know, betrayal, and also a wide array of emotions that are indescribable. Probably that's why most of the time we don't speak of how we feel, maybe it's because we just don't know where to begin. As we grow, we don't verbalise as much as children do, where their intentions are pure and the emotions they know are the very basic ones such as being happy, sad or angry. I guess that's what growing up is all about, and also where wisdom begins to blossom.

No one ever said life would be an easy road to drive on. There are so many bumps, but yet there are also smooth routes. It just depends on which part of the road we've reached. It's just so unpredictable, and sometimes it's better to just let the road take you to where you would be going to.

Well, just another facet of life...