Farewell party, the church and a one-day trip

This week has been quite a tiring, yet super amazing one. Yesterday was my last day of teaching English Motivation class in SOLS part-time centre, so instead of spending 3 hours studying, we agreed to make a farewell party!

Promptly at 2 o’clock we gathered in our beloved classroom and discussed about what we were going to eat and drink. I also invited my super cool friend Abdoulaye from Senegal, who is also a volunteer, to join the party. It would be great to have him join us as the students could practise their English (and French?) with him. He said YES! The party went incredibly well and we had tons of fun. FYI, two of my students are of Vietnamese descent so we had some Vietnamese veggie rolls with prawns and rice noodle inside called ‘koong’ / ‘kueng’ or whatever its name is, which was also tempting, and obviously lots of equally mouthwatering Cambodian treats. What a lovely day! Continue reading “Farewell party, the church and a one-day trip”

Sophomore year

Today marks 2 years since I started this blog. I am officially finished my sophomore year with Frankenasian. Well, like I said a year ago on my freshman year post, blogging is not a new thing for me. I started blogging in 2008, which means I have actually been blogging for about 6 years, even though I did not produce so many writings. Yep, I am a complete bastard when it comes to procrastinating.

I don’t know what to say plus I’m not really in the mood to write a 600-word post. Thanks for being there for me for the past two years, when I did not have someone else to talk to. Thanks for helping me through Philip’s suicide, which until now I still can’t deal with. You have witnessed my extraordinarily bizarre adventure of volunteering in Cambodia – from getting my phone and wallet stolen to eating the oh-so-tasty, deep-fried frogs – and you’ll soon will witness that of Batam and East Timor in the next couple of months.

Happy birthday, Frankenasian! I look forward to the following subsequent years with you. Anyway, I kind of miss Dublin and its hustle and bustle.

With love,
Deny Setiyadi