Oxymoron In The Tropics

Debate competitions are so tiring!  Yet I enjoy them so much. Thrilling exhaustion...It's an oxymoron, I know. This year, my school was assigned the task of hosting the Kota Kinabalu Student English Language Debate District Level for 2013.  We spent the last two months in meetings and preparations.  Also some bickering and elbowing.. but hey, what's a big event without some conflict?  The guy in charge, Eric C had to deal with some putting out of fires but he's good at doing that, so why not? In the end, everything turned out right.  The speakers and timekeepers were primed and trained to do their work according to the rules and regulations.  Although one or two stuck to their scripts like Nazi commandants and refused to deviate from the prepared list of names.  One of my friends Audrey J was introduced as Dayang Nurul (something like that) and she found that amusing.  We also had a debater who didn't wait to be invited to speak.  Luckily I was one of the judges on

Dear Blog I'm so sorry I let you gather dust and cobwebs... but I've been busy working..and living.  Working in Maktab Sabah is great, least of all just 'cause I get to be with students.  Students are fun to be with and most of them actually want to learn something.  Their only agenda is to score better marks or improve their skills.  My legal eagle other half scolds me sometimes for trusting people but you know what, assuming people have ulterior motives is very tiring.  Plus it's such a waste of my time.  I prefer to opt out of that existence. As for living, I've been tending to my new home... gardening is pretty exhausting work.  My best 'witnesses' are my back and my arms.  Oh, and I found out that feeding birds with dried rice kernels makes them think all other stuff in the area is meant for them too.  Such as my newly-sprouted vegetable seeds.  Sigh.  But I do like them birds.