1. On nights when hubby goes to sleep earlier than me, I LOVE tucking him in bed and kissing him goodnight. :-D
2. Watching this interesting video clip:
3. My boss called me yesterday to tell me that if needed, I may have to work longer on a certain day. How thoughtful of her to call in advance first to warn me about it because that day we'd be visiting my MIL (my boss didn't know this), so I could tell MIL in advance that we may be late.
4. Hearing a funny thing that my nephew said about a certain circumstance. Apparently in the middle of a heated argument somewhere, a woman passed out and my nephew then asked his mom, "Mom, why did she pass out? Was she hit by a car?" LOL LOL LOL!!!!!
5. Listening to this podcast about Living Without Children After Infertility. At one point I even shed some tears.
6. Had a weird, romantic dream. Even though it was weird, it felt nice to have a romantic dream once in a while. In the dream, two blind people fell in love and the last scene of my dream was when they were holding each other tightly (it seemed that they had been separated or something and that made the meeting all the more sweeter!). :-D
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7. Hubby started chanting "Informer" before we watched a movie and it made me laugh uncontrollably - which in turn made him laugh along with me. LOL LOL!!!
The other day I was talking to my closest friends via email about different topics and one topic brought up this memory somewhere in the dark corner of my brain. Being a melancholic/phlegmatic, I never craved for the spotlight. I don't like being in a spotlight. I prefer working in the background, never to be seen or heard (that doesn't mean I don't need recognition or acknowledgment for my achievements, though). That's also one reason why I doubted myself when I first started working at the store 'coz I wondered if I'd enjoy being face-to-face with customers.
When I was very young, I was so sensitive inwards and if I made the smallest mistakes ever, I would scold myself over and over and over. If the mistake was big (at least in my eyes), it could take even days before I finally let go (yep, I'm my own worst critic). Along the road, as my self-confidence grew, I learnt to be more lenient towards myself and lower my expectations, but I only started learning to laugh at my own mistakes AFTER I moved to Finland (yep, it took me 28 years!). Having R2 as a hubby and MIL helped A LOT in learning to be more lenient towards myself. They never criticize me no matter how silly my mistakes are.
Anyhow, back to the dark corner in my brain. I think when I was very young, I once performed in front of a group of people (I think it had to do with dancing) and they laughed at me. I don't remember the incident, but ever since then I've been so worried about performing in front of people and I've always admired people who can perform in front of people without looking so anxious. And ever since then I've always had this idea that I'm such a bad dancer and that my body can't correspond to music and rhythm very well.
Back in elementary school, I hated it when we had to sing in front of the classroom. If I had to sing with some other students, it felt MUCH better, but if I had to sing alone? Ugh ugh...and UGH. I remember clearly the first time at the uni (during writing lesson) when my lecturer gave us a topic to write and then she gave us a few minutes to think about what to write and all of a sudden she asked me to come forward and tell the class what I was going to write (without reading what I had jotted down on paper). I remember that I was very calm at that time, which was such a HUGE surprise to me. I think of that moment as a point of progress in my life.
One of my closest friends, who's a natural when it comes to performing in front of people (she's even led a meeting in front of hundreds of people), was amazed when she realizes that other people may have problems in this area, 'coz she's never had the same problem her entire life.
It's interesting to me to be able to talk about this stuff with my friends 'coz then we get to know each other better - and hopefully then we get to understand other people better that way.
It was only -15'C in the morning, so I biked to the daycare (it took only 15 minutes by bike but if I walked, it'd take 30 minutes - I'll be able to bike faster in summer when there's no snow left, but the snow makes the trip slower). Arrived there and had a bit trouble finding the classroom ha ha ha...'coz there were at least 4 classrooms there. Anyway, there were already about 8 kids there (2 of them arrived later) and I got introduced to their names, though I still can't remember all their names (even though I remember their faces).
It was really an interesting, fun day though it had its moments when some of the kids quarrelled, but it was still very much under control. It's very interesting to see those kids with different personalities. The kids in my classroom are 4-5 years old (two of them will have their 4th birthdays soon, but let's just say they're 4 years old). There used to be 3 years old, too, but not anymore.
I'm rather fond of this one little boy who's really sweet. I knew he was sweet the first time I stepped inside the room 'coz right after the teacher greeted me, he did the same (he heard her say my name, so he said my name too). And during the time the kids were allowed to play outside (skiing, skating, etc.), he played with me for a bit. At first he was tempting me, "You can't catch me" while I helped clean up the snow from the skating rink, so then I caught him and walked away...but he chased me and grabbed me (hugged me), and said, "Got ya!" and we kept playing this game for a while he he...
Some awkward situations happened, too...before lunch, one of them started telling me something and another one wanted to do the same and I was confused which to listen to ha ha ha ha...but I've learned to tell the second one to wait for a while until the first one's finished doing it. It's enough practise to listen to ONE kid telling me things, but having to hear TWO kids telling me stories in Finnish is just too much ha ha ha ha...
After they took a nap, they could do role play by wearing different costumes...the sweet boy ran around and hugged me a few times and said, "Got ya!" Ahhh...he really made my day he he he he he...(and yes, you bet I remember his name HA HA HA HA HA...)
So as you can probably guess, I'm THOROUGHLY enjoying this training despite some tough moments, e.g. when one kid wanted to use another kid's costume and the kid didn't want to give it and I had to try my best to reach win-win situation without causing anyone to cry ha ha ha...Oh well...here are some questions I got today:
1. Why are you here? (They wanted to know why I came to the daycare)
2. Why is your hair black?
3. How old are you?
4. Where do you come from?
5. Are you coming again tomorrow? ----> *BIG GRIN* THANK YOU, kids!!!
Can't wait to meet them again tomorrow and learn more about them he he...
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Yesterday a friend and I watched "Back to Normandy" in Midnight Sun Film Festival. Our first movie choice was "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest", but unfortunately the tickets were sold out already, so we picked the next one available, even though we hadn't known what it was all about.
The beginning of the movie made us a bit confused, since we had NO idea what it was about. After a while, though, we realized that it was a documentary and we understood the flow of the story better and better.
I've never seen such a documentary before. It's a very interesting one. There was a scene of a pig farmer slaughtering a pig and letting the blood pour to a bucket. Kinda disturbing he he he...The beginning was slow, since we had NO idea what it was about, but once we grasped the whole idea, it became more and more intriguing. I can honestly say that I liked the ending to the documentary as it really provided closure. ;-D
If you click on the link, you'll read the synopsis of the documentary. It's basically about interviewing some people who acted in a movie 30 years back. The movie was based on a true story of a murderer. What made it confusing at first was that we didn't know anything about that movie that was produced 30 years back he he he he...but after a while everything became clearer and clearer.
Anyway, tomorrow I'll start my training, so maybe I'll also not be able to write too much since I'll be working full-time. After my training is done, we still have 3 last days at the course to talk about our training experience and to talk about what we're going to do next. Ummmm...what I want to do next is just go back to Indo and try to make a baby and then see what kind of course is available for me in the beginning of next year. Oh well...
Oh yeah, speaking of Midnight Sun Film Festival, after the movie, we went to an open cafe and enjoyed live music. We also met some people there whom my friend knew, so I've met many more people. One time while we were walking together, there was an Iranian guy stopping me only to ask where I came from. He just wanted to guess what kind of nationalities came to the Film Festival. He got surprised when he found out that I had lived in Sodankylä and that I didn't go there only to watch the Film Festival HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...
Then we saw something very crazy, too, when we were sitting down near a river's beach and enjoying the sun. It was only around 10'C and there were 2 guys and a woman skinny dipping in the river. They only went there twice and only for a few seconds, since the river's water must've been freezing!!! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...BRAVE people!!! That was the first time I had seen real people skinny-dipping in a public place right in front of my eyes. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk...quite an experience!!!
OK, time to brush up my Finnish and then perhaps I'll blog-hop a bit he he he...
Relocation is something that happens around the globe. People move to a new place due to many reasons. Some people find realtors to help them find a place to stay that suits their needs and wishes. Then they hire a mover company to help them get their things to that new place.
When I still lived with my parents, we only moved once in my entire life (prior to my moving to Finland). I was almost 4 years old then and my brother was 2 years old. After we moved to our new house, my Mom told me that my brother was crying for days on end. He said that he wanted to go back to his old house. He said that the new house wasn't his house. I guess I was coping pretty well with the moving since my Mom never told me any complaints coming out of my mouth.
I love my parents' house, since I had lived there for 24 years of my life. However, my love is here in Finland, so no matter what, I had to pay the price. What's interesting is the fact that I haven't missed that house. I DO miss the people and the food, but this is my home now. I have made my decision and I'm going to make sure I enjoy every single moment of it. :-)))
