These few days keep on busy with preparing for my women group for the ethnic minorirties (EM). This time I will organise a beauty and fitness group for them. I hope that more women can join and I can use the "beauty & fitness" as a glimmick to lead them into a more in-depth self-reflection on self care, self understanding and more explorations... it sounds to be more thereputic but should be on surficient too!

Today I went through the most scary experience again. That was to share with my colleagues about my feeling for quitting my job. Upon Mr. Tong and Mr. Chow inviitation, I agreed to share in the final teacher's cell. I was nervous and my voice got a bit shivering... I can feel that my face also turned "green"... I tried my best to keep myself  focused because I knew that I had plenty of things to share from the bottom of my heart. I tried to share the process of my job-seeking and my feeling at LKPFC.. on top of that, the expression of my gratitude towards the Eng Panel, Mr. Ho, Ms Ma, Ms Liang, Queenie, Mr. Liu etc... indeed, I still forgot to thank many, e.g. Ms Lui etc... and many happy episodes with my dear colleagues. It was difficult for me to remember all my words, especially in such a threatening atmosphere! That is why I missed something but that would be alright. While I was listening to Esther, I found that she was very fluent. She was one year older but her presentation skill is much better. What a shame! I really have to practise more so that I can be trained up!

When our school social worker shared, my tear kept on coming out... especially when she shared with us a song and we were singing it together... I could not remember the song but I did not know why I could not hold the tear at that moment... I just felt touched... I could not imagine because that was not supposed to be that... After all teh prayers, I got myself better but still could not stay calm. When someone came to talk to me, my tear came out again... During the presentation of prize for the leaving colleagues (Esther, Ma & me), I hardly held my tear and dried it again and again... I felt relieved after I left the music room. I am always weak at that critical moment ... whenever there is a separation. Struggles came up often but the responses of my colleagues encouraged me always. They supported me and gave me encouragement. They said it was a wise decision... that made me feel much better since I have been doubting much for my choice... everytime... I am not sure about myself...

I miss my students most, followed by my colleagues and teh school culture... everything seems to be a dream again when it passed by... I miss it and will never forget it. God, you know me the most.

These days I heard the song "Shall we talk?" again and again... I dunno why it touched me quite strongly... In fact, I know the answer... I received this song at a very upset time... it re-called my past memory... I asked for a stop when all these broken parts come at the same time.

Upset by the ruined DVD but excited again after sharing with Jo at Dan Ryan at the Festival Walk. We simply could not stop... we realized that "the world is small" again.. I was just worried about the transportation after we left as she left far away from the city. Luckily, she got on the train and would be home safely. Surprised to meet Mrs Wong (EDB educational psychologist) when Jo and I decided to enter the Festival Walk.

These days I have been surprised to meet all the old faces again- my mentor, Chester, Mrs Wong etc... Maybe more will come ^_^ Interesting encounter, unexpected life!!