hello?

me: hello.

caller: may i speak to mr xiao please?

me: sorry, which mr xiao are you looking for?

caller: mr xiao please.

me: which mr xiao are you lookin for? there's like three.

caller: i told you mr xiao.

-end of phone conversation-

dear friends,

i don't know how long it had been, but time certainly robbed us of things we never knew we had. the truth is that it stings me bad, to know (yet never know) how much i've missed; when and how much did you grow, how much more you have learnt and matured, how many laughs and cries did i not see, how many new friends you have made, how have you been coping, and the every-hows that come along.

people come and go and although i'd hate to admit. you guys are sorely missed.

love,
jf

you know how lazy you are

when you're squeezing out the last bit of toothpaste for the past few days.

nobody nobody!!~

not much of an update, but this is rather entertaining. kudos!

homecoming

it's two in the afternoon and i'm waiting for lunch to appear, so i might as well blog something.

holidays are (sadly) over and it's a new semester, new term, a new beginning. but to be honest, i sorta missed hearing the school bells and noise pollution from the kids. i've got new classes on my timetable, so that amounts to about two hundred faces and names i gotta remember.

there are times when i wonder if this is God's calling, or am i at the wrong side of the grassland. but something affirming is that i feel that the love for these children is growing, though it drains myself dry.

it almost feels strange to have ex-students visiting; faces that you used to see everyday, they disappear for some time after graduation and here there they are again. i know its like a homecoming to them, but what i didnt notice was that it felt the same to me. if this is cyclical, i better get used to it.

where is my lunch?

wonder in most everything i see

you just need to listen to this twelve year korean old dude.













wow.