So next tuesday marks the end of my work days as an art trainer. I'm only going to miss my students and the times gladis and I put our blood and sweat in teaching the best we can for them and making sure the outcome was reached and artworks were looking good. There was real effort, even from where we started out. It was victorious, and it felt good. And the times when these kids appreciate you, it's the best feeling you could experienced.

Guessed my REAL break would be starting soon..and after Hari Raya, in which a potential job offer awaits me. And plus! a beach holiday in plan for me and my close friends. While still waiting for my 'first duck' to 'properly walk in a straight line' next year, I think I'd better make full use of the break to throw any baggage or heal any emotional scars left in me. Well, it won't stop coming, those thoughts, but it's beginning to feel like grumbling apathy. I'm beginning to feel sick of it. It's a good start for now. Sooner or later, I'll just not remember anything about it.


Okay, let's go zima. Let's do this.