Diary of a Wom'n

Roses are red...voilets are...it doesn't matter because I haven't stopped to smell either this year.

It wouldn't be an understatement to say the year has went by very fast.  Apartements have been bought, permanent jobs have been secured and with more things on the way, who has time for roses?  I like that things have been fast-paced.  It gives me very little time to be bored or start thinking about depressing things.

I think it's been a fulfulling year all in all.  In addition to the new job and apartment, I'm particularily thrilled about getting back into the groove of reading for the fun of it.  And the book that did the trick was The Hunger Games.

To be quite cliche, I want to make a New Year's resolution.  For 2011, I want to spend more time with my friends.  This year, I kind of strayed away from them to put more energy into my work.  This time, I want to balance things out and connect with them again.

The second resolution is to dress with class for work.  I want to step it up a notch and look good more often than not.

GW

There are days where I revile my job so much one hour, and love it the next. 

Like Saturday.  I got to see Harrison again.  I was off for the month of November.  And Saturday was my first day back.  When Harrison saw me, he was pleasantly happy to see me.  "Heeeey" he expressed to me, brandishing the biggest smile I've gotten from him yet.  "How are you?" he asked with a genuine interest, his bulging arms and powerful legs making their way to the table.  Has he gotten more beefy over this past month? 

He wants to tell me he misses me.  That all he could think about there in my absence was me.  And that it took a lot of restraint to keep himself from giving me a hug upon seeing me again.  I want to tell him I'm happy to see him again too.  And happy to toss secret glances at each other again.  But I pass the moment with "How've you been?" and "What's new" and avoid anything that is too personal - that's dangerous territory.

I love the way he's so intelligent, and shows a lot of committment to his work.  He doesn't waste time or act like an idiot like guys usually do.  He's got it all together.  He doesn't seem to need to figure himself out.  He already knows himself.  He's self-assured and so naturally confident.

He's definitely somebody special.

GW

They say that we want what we can't have.  The more we can't have it, the more we want it.

In my case I am so attracted to this guy that I can't have.  He's younger than me and is average looking to a casual observer but to me, he's so hot.  There's something about him that makes him so charming and sexy.  It's in his personality.  He doesn't talk much or do anything out of the ordinary.  But he has a way of moving and flexing his muscular arms that I love.  He's tall and has such self-assurance and confidence when he moves and walks and stands and sports his sexy tight shirts like he doesn't know his shoulders and chest want to rip right through them.  His powerful legs are like pillars, strong like the rest of his body. 

It's in the way he slowly leaves the room, stalling for time to spend a meaningful moment to say goodbye to me..."Bye Grace."  I love the way he says my name and implores me to look at him at the same time.  And his smile makes me forgot to breathe.  It's like his lips are saying to me, "I want to grab your waist and pull you close, and if you close your eyes I'll kiss you softly."

He is so sexy but I pretend that I don't notice this or the tension between us.  I have to pretend to be neutral and unaffected.  I'm just there to do my job, not be swept away in something magical and get involved in a secret affair.  We don't have to say anything to each other.  It's enough to just be in the same room and I feel him, and he feels me.  My heart starts to race and I try not to let my voice reveal the butterflies in my stomach.  I try to take control over my scrambled thoughts because I can't control my body anymore.  Sometimes I'm stiff, other times I move like a belly-dancer.

Even though we can't see each other romantically, I love how he makes me feel. 

GW

For every call that I get from a guy, I wish I could redirect them to this post;

You've reached the virtual box of Grace Wonderful.  I'm sorry I can't see or speak to you right now but due to the recent random events of crime against women inflicted by high society men, I don't wish to be in your company for the next 6 months.  I have a temporary abhorrence for the phallocentric world and anything masculine except for small dogs (the canine kind).  Any propositions from you for a weekend date or midweek dinner night will be immediately and thoroughly rejected.  All messages left on my phone will be deleted before being reviewed and all emails imploring me to contact you will be dutifully deleted and potentially marked as "junk mail".  Should you wish to ignore my wishes and continue to seek me out, please accept my condolences now for I will taser you in the near future and then send you a restraining order.  Thank you and have a wonderful day.

But it's not all men that disgust me right now.  My close friend Kunle is a sweetheart and this guy I'm crushing on is all heart.  It's the guys that are so persistent in calling me and pushing me to see them that turn me off right now.  I don't need that and I certaintly don't need to be guilted into doing anything I don't want to do or can't do, for that matter.  I can't tell you how extremely busy I am with work.  A teacher's job seriously doesn't end at 5:00 pm.  It extends beyond that into the evening and then carries over to the weekend and into the wee hours of the night.  I'm doing admin work, maintaining contact with parents, writing up IEPs, lesson planning, unit planning, marking, etc.  Clearly I'm stressed out.

And I explain this to people, very clearly what my day involves.  So forgive me if I get a little frustrated when people say to me (especially men) "you don't even call me/answer my calls." or "I'm so upset with you - you're avoiding me.  I needed to talk to you and you didn't even answer my calls" or "Can I please see you right now?"

How about, "I'm sorry to hear that you're so busy." or "Is there anything I can do to help?" or give me suggestions as to how I can be less stressed out.  For crying out loud, why would you put more stress on someone by shouldering your own problems on them when they are in the middle of their own stressful dilemma.

That's what happened when Joel called me this week while I was at work and I was just rushing to go to a meeting at that point and he pulls the "you're ignoring me" crap right after I finished telling him how frickin busy things have been with me (but rightly so b/c this is my first permanent position).

Anyway, I just have short patience for this kind of thing b/c it's selfishness.  It's selfish b/c they're implying that they're time and they're worries/comfort is more important than mine.

GW

So goes a conversation with one of my grade 7 girls this week...

"Ms. G, are you married?"

"No." (in a wistful tone)

"You're not? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No." (in a "absolutely not" tone)

"No?  Do you have a crush on someone?  Are you crushing on a guy?"

"No." (in a "that's a silly notion" tone)

"Are you thinking of getting married sometime?"

"No." (in a pensive tone)

Lol.  I imagine the conversation would have been much more livelier if I did have a bf but I had to tell the truth and I also had to steer the conversation to how much I love being me and focusing on what I love; teaching.  And that marriage isn't as important as fulfilling your dream (unless of course marriage is the dream for some).

Youthful innocence is so charming sometimes.

GW

I knew I would love you the moment I saw you and today, we're inseparable.

My days begin and end with you.  You're there in the morning to wake me up, and you're there at night to lull me to sleep.  And though I don't see you all the time, you're always close to my heart.

Your shade of purple and sleek black curves is irresistible to touch.  When we go out together, you're admired by all and I'm happy to see you sparkle when the spotlight is on you.

Where ever I am, you keep me posted on the latest news and you keep me connected when I'm out of reach from the world.

And when you get old and a little worn out, I think I will adore you even more.  You'll mean more to me every year that we're together.

And even when my Fido contract ends after the 3 year term, you'll still be my number one.

GW

This school year took off with a good start.  I have wonderful groups of kids that I see for Literacy and Social Studies.  Because classes have been arranged by a teacher's specialty, teachers at my school have to teach two or three subjects only to about two sets of classes.  So for me that means: I teach three literacy classes, and 2 social studies classes.  My "core" class is a grade 7 class but I only teach them literacy.  I prefer this arrangement because it means teachers can focus on a few particular subjects and teach it several times to different classes instead of teaching everything once.

I'm also liking my classroom.  *I should take a picture of it and put it up here*  It's got lots of board space and bulletin space.  I have one little window in which its ledge doubles as my bookshelf (because I can't ever have enough bookshelves).  There's lots of purple, green, and blue in the room.  The colours of calmness and serenity.  The effect is a little for my benefit too.  You see, I have my NTIP (new teacher's induction program) this year, kind of like probation.  And new teachers are so lucky because they get to do 2 in their first year!  So being a nervous person as it is, it's going to be a very stressful period.  I hope it goes well.  It's the kids that scare me really.  The way they behave can make it more difficult or easier on me.  But we'll see how it goes.

Over the past few weeks, I've had this strong desire to teach in another country.  I really want to try teaching in Eritrea or Ethiopia even.  I want to appreciate the educational spectrum and pedagogy and practices of another totally different school system in an entirely different social atmosphere.  Once I build my seniority in the TDSB and I get more financially settled, this is definitely something I'm going to do.

For now, I'll just take vacations every summer and add posts to my online travelogue!

GW

Life can now begin! I'm moving into my new apartment this weekend! Tomorrow will mark the day I will sleep in my own my own my OWN place. I'm so ecstatic, I can't think about anything else (except for upcoming vacations and my new job).

So far, only the bed and accessories have arrived.  I've washed, set-up and put in a few kitchen supplies and the shades for the windows have been put up. 

In another month it's going to look more like a home. MY home.

GW

TW moved out on the first of August which was a Sunday.  It was not an easy day.  First of all, TW's unwillingness to move out was apparent to me a few days before that day.  Here's how I know:

1.  He didn't show any enthusiasm when the landlord agreed to rent him the room for $50 less.
2.  He didn't call the landlord to tell him he accepts the costs and let him know that he wants to move in.
3.  He didn't get the exact address of the place.
4.  He didn't pack his belongings

So what happened?  On the morning of moving day, he goes to church and stays out all morning and all afternoon.  We had no idea what time he was planning to come and we had no way to get in touch with him.  After he enjoyed his time, he saunters home at about 2.30pm.

Keep in mind he has not packed yet.  It's moving day.  And we had the truck till only about 5pm.

So what does this fool do?  Starts shoving his things in a box and jamming clothes in suitcases.  He had to make a mad dash to pack up like his bottom was on fire.  With all the rushing and dashing, I knew he was bound to forget something in the house and just as I predicted, I later found he forgot a few pictures on my bookshelf.  Idiot.

What I can't figure out is how do you leave packing to the last hour? This isn't packing to go on vacation with the eventuality of coming back home, this is moving out for good.  He didn't even come to any agreement with the landlord.  He didn't call to confirm anything with him.  As far as the landlord knew, nobody was moving into the place.

In all honesty, I think TW wanted to brush the idea of moving out under the carpet because he didn't want to do it anymore.  He didn't want to commit to hsi plans anymore.  And he hoped that we wouldn't say anything about it and just let it pass and revert back to him living here as before.  Just doing the same thing everyday.

I can't decide whether he has failed himself or he was failed by his society.  Who's to blame for his total incompetence at everything?

GW

Today's horoscope is very insightful.

Thursday, Aug 5th, 2010 -- Your core values around material possessions can strongly impact the decisions you make today. If you have childhood recollections of dissatisfaction, you could be motivated now to accumulate more than you need. If you link the idea of happiness with collecting money or things, you might wonder what you are missing. You can free yourself from your past if you stay focused on the present moment. By Rick Levine

GW

I just came back from Amy's wedding. It was a western wedding with some Hungarian elements such as the dancing and wedding customs. The banquet hall was nothing uncommon but the food was good. Her brother was the MC and he was great. He seems like a good brother.

I thought that being there was going to make me feel out of place, annoyed and far away. I was only a little annoyed. Amy's mother was her usual self - a cold fish with a stone where her heart should be. Glad I don't have to see her often. She was the source of my annoyance. I didn't care for her little princess either: source of annoyance no. 2.

Normally, weddings remind me of things I don't have, a large family, many brothers and sisters, a big  network of friends. Amy's husband's friends were amazing; they all - about 6 of them - flew over here from Hungary to support him and be part of his wedding. How amazing is that?

I think I overcame that usual empty feeling by delighting in the fact that I have reached my own milestones. And remembered the fact that I do have my network of close friends. I don't have a big family but that's okay. Joy doesn't come in numbers, it comes in small packages anyway.

GW

It's the middle of the summer. After today, there's only one more month left! I know it's going to fly by. I'm a little disappointed that I didn't go anywhere this summer but I'm over the moon about the new developments in my life. And I can't wait for it all to begin!

My next goal is going to be to finish writing my novel! That's a project that's been on and then off again. Is it in the stars for me to finish it? I hope it is.

I feel incredibly hallow inside right now. That feeling brought on by deep guilt. I hate it. It started with discussion of TW and his usual sour and rotten behaviour. Today I found out that he was upset a while ago because of something my mom said to him in the kitchen and another moment where she said that he could leave if he wanted to.

I have conflicted feelings about him. On the one hand, I want to snap him in half like a twig. He's a spoiled, ungrateful, moody, and weak, pathetic excuse for a man. On the other hand, I feel incredible pity for him because he's such a big sad story. He has grown to become so useless to society. He doesn't have any skills of any kind. He has no money. He has no confidence in himself and he carries himself like a dainty women. And perhaps the most saddest of all is he was never given the opportunity to learn good social habits as he was growing up. He grew up making his own rules, living the way he wants and doing what he wants, when he wants and how he wants it. Now, because of this lost opportunity, he has NOTHING in his life. He's not married, he doesn't have an education, and he has no direction in life. I don't have it in me to say to him, "you need to return my money." When you approach him, he acts so helpless, like a frightened deer. You have no choice but to pity him.

He's also an idiot. Let me count the ways...
-he has sloppy table manners (e.g. slirps his drinks whether hot or cold, drops his food on the floor while eating)
-he has problems using silverware like forks and knives
-he's very particular about what he eats (even though he came from the poorest country in the world)
-he eats about 30 servings for each meal
-he's very keen about his physical appearance
-very keen about his physical health - can't handle the slightest of discomfort and will make a case out of nothing usually
-he complains about his working conditions
-talks on the phone after midnight and has pple calling him after midnight (on our house line so that when it rings, everyone is disturbed from their sleep)
-and so on and so on

I'm so sick of him, let me tell you. Fortunately, he's planning to move out, hopefully on the first of August (which is in a couple of days!) He needs to leave because he acts very uncomfortable being here as it is.

Anyway, keeping my fingers crossed.

GW

This past school year I did an LTO at a middle school for grade 8 core and science. This year, a permanent position opened up at that same school and I went to the interview yesterday. Today, the principal called to inform me that I got the job! How cool is that? I'm super relieved and super excited. Now I can continue organizing my plans and resources for September with the guarantee of knowing where I'll be working for the next year.

And with this new apartment I'm getting, it would be a comfort to have steady and consistent income every month. I could organize my finances a lot easier and not worry too much when I make large purchases. I could save money and maybe even go on vacation next summer.

GW

I didn't mention last week was my birthday. And what did I buy as a treat? A new apartment!

That's right. I was actually on the hunt since May but I finally found the perfect one for the perfect price last week. I signed it off and made arrangments with a broker and the rest is still in process.

I'm looking forward to the closing date in anticipation: August 12. That'll be the day a whole chapter - an entire book, in fact - will be closed and a new one will begin. This will be such a great and much needed change.

I will have the peace that comes with having your own space. The freedom to decorate and furnish it how you please and to keep it orderly the way you want. I won't have to live with someone else's mess and disorganization and funky smells anymore!

I will be the master of my domain, as Seinfeld put it.

GW

Last night I had a cute dream, at least the first part was cute. I was driving somewhere and I was taking the route to go to Square One when suddenly I realized I was going the wrong way. So I'm looking for an exit on the highway but I can't find one. I keep driving until I exit somewhere I'm not familiar with and I happen to stumble upon a university campus. I enter the rec room where there's a group of friendly people. I spoke to one of the girls and began asking her for directions. I started telling her that I left my GPS at home and that I would've been okay if I had it. She then handed me her blackberry phone which had a GPS system on it. She lent it to me to check the roads and before she went and joined her group, told me to press a button as the GPS works on 5-minute intervals.

As I'm scrolling through her blackberry at a table by myself, and in walk a couple of people who join the group that are already there. They also started talking to me a bit. There's an instant connection between me and one of them. He started to be very friendly and I notice, the more friendly he gets, the more unhappy the GPS girl becomes. She started sulking and not talking much. I put two and two together and figured that she probably liked him.

Anyway, we easily fell for each other but in a genuine way. We walked together through the campus and he showed me a couple of good on-campus social gathering buildings.

Then suddenly, I was faced with an interview with my principal and my vp at the same university building. But this was no ordinary interview. I was competing for a job with a teacher who had 22 yrs of experience. In the office, both me and the other candidate were seated in the office together and asked general questions. Then we were asked to choose a pen colour and with this pen, we must write a composition to explain why we would make a better candidate. We were told we had 18.5 hours to complete this. This only became a problem when the next event happened.

I found that my car was towed from the university parking lot. I was livid. There was no number I could call to try to solve this so it was back to the principal's office to notify her about it. Because the building is so big, I got lost several times trying to get to her office.

Then the scene changed to other convoluted things I can't make sense of now.

GW

The great 8 shabang was...over the top to say the least.  After the graduation ceremony, we all headed off to a banquet hall for dinner and dance.  We had a DJ, dry ice, and a dancing principal.  The night was one vodka away from being a prom.  It was ridiculously extravagent for a bunch of 13-year-olds.  This makes me sound like a prude but let's not forget we're dealing with children here.  If we engage them in these activities, what messages are we indirecly sending them?  That they're entitled? That they can be indulgent on someone else's buck?  Why do people complain then when kids act this way then on a regular basis?  Does it make any sense?  We foster this environment where they grow up in and then we curse them for it.

Anyway, the last few days of school were filled with a lot of tears.  A few of my girls in particular had the water works on days in advance.  I was detached fortunately.  I learned my lesson from that day when Aziz moved away.  I was really emotional that day and the days after weren't any easier seeing an empty chair where he used to sit.  Never again, I said so when another student moved away around March, I was fine.  I held it together.

I start my ESL AQ tomorrow.  I hope it's not intense like last year's course.  I also hope the time flies this month.  I just want to get it over with and finish my part 2 and move on to part 3.

GW

On one of those rare good Monday mornings Aziz happened to come down for a visit.  I was given a heads up by Maddy on the previous Friday to ask for permission for Aziz to come in but something told me that it wouldn't fly with Maria.  Well needless to say, come Monday morning, Maria nor Ian would allow Aziz to stay for a visit.  It was a distraction and a liability issue.  I can understand.  This is after all a school, not a social hangout.  So unfortunately he left.

But come after school when all but a few have left, he came by again to my classroom and stayed awhile.  He told me about his miserly teachers and administrators.  He said that there aren't a lot of sports teams to join and that there aren't a lot of Arabs.  He really misses our school.  After all, he was here from the beginning. 

What upset me terribly was that he told me his teacher assigned him to locally developed grade 9 math course?!  What?  This kid has no mental disability?!  He's a normal kid who just needs to spend a little more time practising his skills.  That's all.  Applied is what is appropriate for him.  What kind of retarded teacher does he have?  I was mad as hell when he said this.  If only I asked for his home number so that I could speak to his parents about it.  What I will do is ask one of his friends to give me his contact and that way I could get in touch with his parents.  Because this is not fair.  Something needs to happen. 

Aside from that atrocity that happened, things are going good with him.  He said he doesn't like his neighbourhood much because it's too quiet.  Imagine that!  He gave me a present before he left, though the real present was seeing him again.

GW

On Friday I went to see JB Idol.  It was a great show and it seemed that there was a bigger audience this year.  It was very nice to see the kids all grown up.  Some of the kids from last year's grade 8s were there too, tall and hard to recognize.  I was thrilled to see Moses as a contestant.  He shined on that stage.  He has a voice like Luther.  He took second place.  Mei took first.  But in my eyes, all of them were winners because it takes a lot of confidence to get up and perform in front of people.

Only 22 more days of school.  And you can bet I'm counting down.  I can't wait for the year to be over.  I want to get a start on summer and be done with marking and assessing and evaluating and...the madness needs to stop.

GW

Over the past few weeks, I've taken on a new goal - getting my own place!  After checking out a few condo units, I will likely buy something closer to home.  I'm familiar with this part of town and everyone I know lives here.  I'm super ecstatic about the chance to design and decorate my own home (here I come Bombay) and have the space and privacy to do what I want when I want.

I'm looking forward to this new beginning because it means being a little more independent.  It means being more productive because I'll have a lot more space enough to set up an office meaning I don't have to haul heavy books and materials like nomad to my room to use the computer, then go downstairs to set up a make-shift workstation for 20 minutes to grade papers only to be interupted by someone wanting me to cook this or do that, then shuffle over to the living room later at night where it's more comfortable but not at all good for working.  My belongings are literally EVERYWHERE.  I can go on with this.  And my room is something unreal.  It is the size of an animal-shelter cage.  From the door, you can touch my bed, closet, computer desk and drawer all in one stretch.  It's suffocating.  It's not possible to work here.  There's not enough room.  That's why I get so little done on a daily bases.  A new place is the perfect arrangment.

GW

I have a pulsating ick factor happening right now.  It started from this morning.  I think I need to be honest with myself about something.  I'm not exactly the person Mo sees me to be, as much as he'd like.  And he's not exactly the kind of person I'd be forever happy with even though he appears picture perfect.  He's an acquarius and they're the most out of touch people when it comes to matters of the heart.  They're not the type who'll indulge in romance too much or utter flatteries to you.  Their excitment stems from intelligent discussions and meditation.  Romance is last on their list.  I'm not writing him off based on what his sign says but because he actually IS this way.  I noticed it.

Joel now is someone who's more like me in the romance department.  When we're together, we have raging passion.  He's incredibly driven by emotion and feelings.  He's open about his sexuality in a non-threatening kind of way and he's always eager to just sweep me away.  He's like a helium balloon ready to take off into the sky. Unfortunately, we can never be together.

I finally wrote back to Djibril.  He had written me way back in the end of Jan.  It's now near the end of March.  Apparently, his absence was due to his mother being ill.  He had to travel to Africa to visit her but eventually, she passed away.  He said he thought of me while he was away and he tried emailing me during the time he was there but the letters didn't go through.  Hopefully he responds and doesn't get offended by my long silence.  I had just been putting it off and before I new it, one day turned to weeks and weeks.

Tristan is the one I really have to connect with again.  The poor guy probably thinks I'm the biggest jerk in town.  I say I'll call him in a few days, but it usually ends up being months later.  I should really call him though and meet up this weekend.  Unless Mo wants to come down and see me.

Anyway, I'm trying to let go of my bad feelings about Mo.  I feel like it's over before it has even started.  What triggered this?  It's the fact that I responded to his email yesterday, and I wrote a lovely detailed letter, and he responded with only a few sentences in return.  It's the fact that on our date, he put gospel music on in his car.  It's that he lives far away like Isaac.  And to put the proverbial icing on the cake, his good friend's name is Isaac.  It's just all a bad sign, a nagging indication of an impending bad situation.

I'm going to do as Dee had said, keep it open and have my own fun.

GW

This week, I've been a material girl, let me tell you.  And these are my material things:

1.  I got a new blackberry phone (curve, to be exact).
2.  During my ortho appt, my ortho filed my teeth to even them out horizontally.  They look fabulous!
3.  I got a few clothes items for work that are very classy (and cheap!).
4.  I got new sofa sets for the living room.
5.  After a disappointing start, I finally found 2 pairs of glasses for such a great price and not to mention, one pair was prescription sun-glasses.
6.  I got more super magnets and they were on sale for about a quarter of the normal cost!
7.  To feed my obsessive compulsive behaviour and my paranoia, I bought a large lock for one of my classroom cabinets to lock in all of my school supplies.
8.  And tomorrow, I'll be perming my hair!  It's going to be such a relief not having to straighten it every time.

I love March Breaks.  I'd love April Breaks too.  Doesn't have the same ring to it though, eh?

GW

It's March Break week and I already have nothing to show for it.  At least the weather has been unbelievable.

Speaking of unbelievable things, I met someone really great.  His name is Mo.  Zee introduced us a few weeks ago and we started talking over the phone a bit.  Then over the weekend he asked me to go out for dinner for Monday evening.  I didn't have high expectations of him or our date but I aimed to make the best of it.  As it turned out we had a great time.  He is a nice person, very decent and appears trustworthy.  In fact, he's celebate and very faithful.  I've never dated anyone like him. 

We went out today as well.  Again, it was such a beautiful day that we had to enjoy it so we went to the lake and walked by the shore.

Mo and I have a lot in common as we discovered, it's almost uncanny.  I might even say he's the female version of me.  Aside from having the same background, we're both celibate, both have similar ambitions in life, both have similar weaknesses, both uphold similar values, both have never seen our home country but are making plans to go, and equally important, both have a great fashion sense! 

As I was with Mo both yesterday and today, my thoughts went to Isaac a few times.  For one thing, there were things Mo said that echoed what Isaac used to say to me (let's keep it b/w us for now, don't let me pressure you...maybe these are just generic things guys say).  Added to that is both Mo and Isaac live miles away, far enough to make it difficult to see each other every weekend.

Ultimately, I think I'm afraid the same thing may happen to Mo and I and I don't think I could go through that again.  I'm also afraid I won't let myself love Mo down the road as much as I did Isaac.  I shouldn't think these thoughts but it's the fear that's making me have these thoughts.

He went back to Kitchener this afternoon.  He asked to attend a church service with me at my church on one of these weekends.  I think that would be nice.  It's wishful thinking at this point but since we both had been thinking of travelling back to our home country, we thought of perhaps doing it together this summer since we were planning to go there anyway.  That would actually be fabulous to have someone to share the experience with (and get lost in the city with).

PS. We're saving our first kiss too.

GW

The new year is underway and aside from the annual chores that comes with new years, I feel I'm still stuck in 2009.  There's nothing new for me yet.

Except that TW has arrived and is living with us.  He's going to ESL classes and watching Western movies.  Because we're all rather busy, we haven't been able to show him much of Toronto.  Perhaps during the March break, we'll go out more.


His WIFE knows about me?

Needless to say, I got out of our group date (which was yesterday - Friday) and swiftly went home instead. I talked to Dee and Candice about it and they say that Courtney and Sandy are probably swingers or they're involved in something just as slimy as that.

When I think about all those times that Courtney pressed me for a date, flattered me, gave me little notes and gifts, I think, "Does he have no morals?"  Had I known he was married I wouldn't have allowed him to be too friendly with me.  Ironically, he has stopped swinging by my class and talking with me in stair-wells or halls now.  Thank god.

GW