I was so touched when I read MB's blog. It truly meant more to me than simple 'thank yous' and 'good jobs' I've received. While reading another mate's blog, I saw her post on not being accredited accordingly. I know the feeling all too well. I used to convince myself that twas alright. Till I was told my DR that it's totally unacceptable. This comes after the whole debacle about having to deal with people' problems. I totally get that people sometimes need to turn to someone other than themselves to sort themselves out but at the expense of causing the other person mental agony, helplessness and agitation?
I had a good time with MB. He made my weekend start off on a good note. Plus I got to meet the roomie Ben and he's a decent enough bloke that I enjoyed myself muchly. The view I was introduced to was spectacular. The random bunch of people we met at the bar got me a little freaked out but I knew I was in safe hands with the two boys there. Haha, even now.. thinking back about it, the looks Ben and I shared when that piss-drunk 'Scot' Stu (I love the way Ben said Stu-sounded like Stew.) plonked down next to me at the table and during the saliva-spewing conversation we had. Oh and MB's misfires with the golf club. Oh man oh man!
Met up with Qi and WY to watch Despicable Me at Illuma and DR was supposed to join us but he had to pick his friend up from the airport and attend his uncle's birthday shindig. Tuition with Tim was good. *touches wood*. He dissolved into laughter and although I know what a devil he is, I couldn't help laughing along. I watch the other kids with their tutors and I know Tim and I have a bond that the rest don't have, yet. Tim holds on to my hands, plays with my shoes and leggings under the table, kicks his slippers under my chair just so he can dive under the table to extract them and perpetually asks me to help him with his work even though he knows it. The other tutors set their kids work and fiddle with their mobys or watch their kids but I mark all Tim's homework (he tends to do extra whereas the rest don't bother doing at all sometimes), write out his spelling lists, multiplication tables and sort out homework all while he's working on either English or Math. The other tutors have stony looks about them and I have a pokerface on, just so Tim doesn't get the impression he can take advantage of my niceness, At least he knows I'm approachable. The dad's a nice bloke too, always giving me feedback and asking about his son's performance even if I don't have anything to mention for the day.
I've also realised out of all that's happened in the past couple of months, that I sometimes set too high expectations on people. I recognise their potential and push for it, but get upset along the way because they're best is not enough for me, but is more than enough for them. I'm learning to rectify that problem. [Sidetrip on this 'rectify' thing: Miss Fine (the Nanny) ended up in trouble with Mr Sheffield and he said sth like "you'd better rectify this situation" and she said "oooh, that sounds painful".] HAHA! Nesh, that reminded me of you, woman. Anyways, yes, I shall lower my expectations. EXCEPT when it concerns men, HA!
GL! I was so touched when you texted me early in the morn to let me know you were alright and provide me with little tidbits of info. The texts meant a lot to me, honest. I love you woman! xoxo (: