it’s just another lame story, to read me is a big mistake.

When i was a child, i used to cry in the 1st day of my kindergarten because unfamiliar with the people in there. They don’t understand me well when i’m speaking. I’m trying to play with them but i think they’re all in here are also afraid in making a new friends so instead of making a new friends they choose to be in their comfort zone which is their own toys. My only friend is my teacher because she’s everybody’s friend but things that happened in my kindergarten not as good as in hans christian andersen’s storybook. The teachers here changing a lot so in every month there will be another teachers the kids are should be trained to well adapted but eventually i always miss my previous teacher. Instead of getting better & better things just get worst and worst. Then i reached the age of 5, i remember my father promise me to pick me up after school. I’ve waited and waited for hours, but the truth that he forgets because he has to fixing up the broken ceiling struck me. Then i started to wonder to going home by myself. The thought of  ”i can do anything” naive yet stupid 5 y.o girl to walking 10km straight to home is an easy quest “i know the road..it should be simple” my mind thoughts. Well, the reality hits, of course upside 180 degree. I got lost a lot, hop on -hop off some random public transports that i thought “oh this orange colored bus run thru my block” well, those orange bus run in EVERYWHERE which up until now called, metromini…….yes, i know how i break the records as dumb as the donkey. And end up in nowhere and everything seems to be BIG and TALL. I completely lost nearly cry til dried out, finally i saved by this plumber who helps me to show the right direction. At those age, at that cruel and bronx area somehow i survived. My parents welcoming me with tears of regret and relief the thoughts of their 2nd child isn’t lost after searching for a day long & that story goes in every Hari Raya til now.

Those fears and rush excitement of meeting a new world, understanding people, being easily detached, think of initiative, lost, lost and lost how i still remember them in every detail.But really, i never thought i would meet them again all in here, in Ukraine. more or less the journey of that pity yet stupid kid above, are been re telling again, or should i say, re-play again anything in a different version, different age,different place but same person. 

I should warn from the very 1st, now there comes a point when a reasonable people will swallow their pride and admit that they’re made a terrible mistake. But truth is, i was never a reasonable person :p hehe the more difficult something became, the more reward it is in the end and this, is nothing but the hardest i’ve ever been. Not being hyperbolic, but how was it to be a teachers in the village in Ukraine, 3 hours from the civilization, nobody speaks english, all russian/ukrainian you know only Shevchenko and Dynamo Kiev (????) , nobody ever sees asian before, in a hell of a winter, if you’re lost you may not returned, the “C” stands for “S” the “Y” stands for “U” the “P” stands for “R”—— in short…i can’t read russian and then you can’t tell the different of the look “who the hell is this” and “there’s somebody new in town” (and maybe leads to the 1st question eventually) and they always expecting something new & new from you?  It’s equals you can’t run out of ideas every day and have to prepared everything as quick as road runner did *beep-beep. Have you imagined, like, really really imagine? Try. 

It’s so hard to tell what you really mean, and end up OK with something that nearly to what you’re expect.

Nothing in this journey that i regret, but here i’m not to trying to selling high some company organizations in initial a.i.e.s.e.c (oups, it spells itself ;) hehe ) i’m just trying talking about reality that surviving out of your comfort zone is still the hardest things that i still learn. If i could rewind any of this things, nothing i will change (except the place, the time, the project, heheh jk).  well, life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we‘re here we should dance, right? hehe 

 i hope you guys have a good day back at those warmth of sunshine :)  , really for being over heat is so much better than over cold. Your favorite things neither playing a snow ball nor skating on ice but siting side to side with your electronic heater heheh

Good nighhhhhhht…so sorry for the lame & grammatically wrong English, i’m too lazy either to think or to check..ehehehehe

Ps: Oh, did i mention that i’m alone as an intern here? ;) have a good day to you too.