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(sing a rainbow)
Saturday, April 30, 2005, 11:58 a.m. #780 Isn't the Australia Tourism Board advertisement mesmerising?
I Can Sing A Rainbow |
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(cute)
Friday, April 29, 2005, 07:07 p.m. #779 Last day for the NIE trainee teachers. Huda, Eileen and I gave Zhangli (three of us were her CTs) a pen-holder, a card and a bookmark, and we went for lunch at Bali Thai after school, together with Gek Hong. Then Huda left and the four of us went to K-Box to sing. Gek Hong kept making fun of Zhangli by dedicating songs and leaning close to her, but Zhangli was oblivious (or rather, she chose to ignore). Zhangli also told me something which she dared not tell me when I was her CT: both Catherine (another trainee) and her found me "very cute". Hmm. Don't know whether to feel flattered or insulted. Cute. Ugly but adorable. Bleah. |
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(amazing gretchen)
Thursday, April 28, 2005, 05:57 p.m. #778 Yesterday's Amazing Race was great. Rob & Amber finally got retribution for their endless evil plots. Rob, hoping to cause panic among Uchenna & Joyce and Meredith & Gretchen, casually hinted that they managed to get an earlier flight than them. Uchenna, in his state of panic, called up the tour agencies and found that there REALLY WAS an earlier flight. As a result, the four people went on the earlier plane and went ahead of Rob & Amber by two hours.
There was also a touching moment when Gretchen scaled the fortress wall - the determined 66-year-old lady conquered her own physical limitations and proved to the world that age is not an obstacle at all! (She has also fell into a deep cave in an earlier leg of the race and broke her head, but she didn't whine or give up and instead called out to her husband Meredith to quickly go get the next clue.) Really hope Meredith & Gretchen win the game cos they're such nice and true people - unlike Rob who's unscrupulously notorious and always thinks he's the smartest. Keh! |
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(paradise)
Wednesday, April 27, 2005, 03:16 p.m. #777 Another Day In Paradise Phil Collins She calls out to the man on the street "Sir, can you help me? It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep Is there somewhere you can tell me?" He walks on, doesn't look back He pretends he can't hear her Starts to whistle as he crosses the street Seems embarrassed to be there Oh think twice, it's another day for You and me in paradise Oh think twice, it's just another day for you You and me in paradise She calls out to the man on the street He can see she's been crying She's got blisters on the soles of her feet Can't walk but she's trying Oh think twice, it's another day for You and me in paradise Oh think twice, it's just another day for you You and me in paradise Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do? Oh lord, there must be something you can say? You can tell from the lines on her face You can see that she's been there Probably been moved on from every place Cos she didn't fit in there Oh think twice, it's another day for You and me in paradise Oh think twice, it's just another day for you You and me in paradise Just think about it... |
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(a very old playmate)
Sunday, April 24, 2005, 11:07 p.m. #776 The famous Ho family's Hainanese chicken rice balls are being featured on Channel 8 right now. The family's daughter Lingyan used to be my childhood friend, but we lost contact when they moved. We were classmates in the same pre-school, and she would be in our house in the afternoon as her family had to work at the store during the day. Much of my childhood was spent playing with Lingyan, though I cannot remember the games we used to play. Seeing her on TV today is like meeting a very old friend. She looks very different now, in fact she's pregnant (I still remember how she looked like when she was very young). I guess she won't be able to recognise me too if she sees me now... Wonder if she still remembers me in the first place. :) |
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(victory over smitfraud)
Sunday, April 24, 2005, 09:33 p.m. #775 Just managed to remove the Smitfraud trojan! *Jumps around with joy* Got it yesterday when I was surfing normal websites, then I started getting pornographic pop-ups every few minutes, but when I looked into the task manager and start-up configuration, they didn't show any dubious programs running (usually spywares can be easily removed by deleting them once the source is found). Out of desperation, I went online to search for other victims like me - wasn't very surprised that they're many victims. Posted the problem on the forum of www.geekstogo.com and communicated with a malware expert (Thanks! Pieter!) through 34 messages over the past 24 hours. Finally managed to narrow down to one param32.dll and removed the trojan with the help of KillBox program. Ahh... feels good to have a clean PC again.
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(finally, a break)
Friday, April 22, 2005, 08:49 a.m. #774 Yep. At home right now. I would have finished two periods with 4T1 if I were in school - try imagining jaguars and serval cats on the loose to get a mental picture of how it's like in 4T1. Decided to get an MC as I'm getting a sore throat and I'm feeling physically drained (signs of burnout?!). And I think I deserve a break from the past weeks of non-stop activity. Shall constantly remind myself not to think of work today (although my mind kept drifting back to the stacks of unmarked test papers on my desk). |
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(山葵)
Friday, April 22, 2005, 08:43 a.m. #773 How To Make Sushi Dave Barry (This classic Dave Barry column was originally published on 29 November 1998.) Today's culinary topic is: How to make sushi. I happen to be an expert on this topic because I recently put in a stint as a chef at an actual sushi restaurant. (One of the first things you learn, as a sushi chef, is how to put in a stint.) Before I give you the details, I should explain, for the benefit of those of you who live in remote wilderness regions such as Iowa, what sushi is. Basically, it is a type of cuisine developed by the Japanese as part of an ancient tradition of seeing what is the scariest thing they can get you to eat raw. The way they do this is, they start out by serving you a nice, non-threatening piece of fish, from which all the identifying fish parts have been removed. This fish is safe to eat and tasty. But the trick is that it's served with a green condiment called "wasabi", which is the Japanese word for "nuclear horseradish". This is an extremely spicy substance, the formula for which must never be allowed to fall into the hands of Saddam Hussein. If you put more than two wasabi molecules on your sushi and eat it, your hair will burst into flames. So after consuming some wasabi, you naturally order a cool, refreshing Japanese beer to pour on your head and perhaps, since you have the bottle in your hand anyway, wet your whistle with. The result is that your judgment becomes impaired, which is when they start trying to get you to eat prank food, such as sea-urchin eggs. Sea urchins are vicious, golf-ball shaped, poison-spined sea creatures whose sole ecological purpose is to ruin your tropical vacation by deliberately not getting out of your way when you are wading barefoot. If you eat the eggs of this animal, and fail to chew them thoroughly, you could develop an alarming medical condition that doctors call "baby sea urchins walking around inside your body poking holes in your spleen". Other prank foods that they will try to get you to eat at sushi bars include eels, clam parts, jellyfish, tentacles with flagrant suckers, and shrimps with their eyeballs still waving around on stalks. If you eat those, the waiter will become brazen and start bringing out chunks of coral and live electric eels. My point is that, in a sushi restaurant, you must watch carefully what you eat. (This is exactly what "The Star-Spangled Banner" is referring to when it says, "o'er the clam parts we watched".) Despite this, I happen to be a big fan of non-prank sushi. And so when Bok An, the proprietor of Sakura, my local sushi restaurant in Coral Gables, Fla., invited me to be a guest sushi chef, I enthusiastically answered: "No!" I was afraid that I'd have to touch an eel. I am 51 years old, and I did not get this far by touching eels. But Bok assured me that we would stick to basic fish species such as tuna, salmon and cucumber. And thus I found myself one Tuesday night, wearing a samurai-style headband and standing behind the sushi bar, blending in perfectly with the other sushi chefs, except that my headband was actually the belt of my bathrobe. Bok stood next to me and prepared various sushi items, and I attempted to imitate him. Here's the recipe: You start with a little rectangle made of dried seaweed (I asked Bok where the seaweed comes from, thinking he would name some ancient Japanese seaside village, and he said, "a distributor"). Then you pick up a glob of special sticky rice and spread it evenly on the seaweed. At least Bok did. The majority of my rice remained firmly stuck to my hands and started migrating to other parts of my body. I may have to have it removed surgically. Next, you cut up your ingredients, using a lethal-looking, extremely sharp sushi knife that causes professional sushi chefs to become very nervous when it is being wielded by a professional humor columnist. Then you put these ingredients on the rice and execute the secret sushi-rolling technique, which is difficult to describe in English words, as we can see by this actual transcript of Bok explaining it to me: "OK, you go like this, Boom! Then you go, Boom! Boom! Boom!" The thing was, when Bok went boom, he produced this attractive, appetizing cylinder of sushi. Whereas when I went boom, I produced this mutant food unit leaking random seafood parts. I also had a problem with my sizing: Sushi rolls are supposed to be small, bite-size morsels; mine were more along the lines of seaweed-covered hams. But I kept trying. Remember the movie "Karate Kid", where the mean bully beats up Ralph Macchio, but then Ralph studies karate under Mr. Miyagi, and then finally, in the big tournament, with everybody watching, Ralph stuns the bully by rolling a reasonably tight cucumber roll? Well, that's what I did. In fact, I may have a knack for it. So if one day you walk into a Japanese restaurant, and you see, standing behind the sushi bar, what appears to be a man-size blob of rice wearing a blue bathrobe belt on its head, feel free to say hi. But keep your distance if I'm holding a knife. |
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(zombiefied)
Thursday, April 21, 2005, 08:16 p.m. #772 This week has been a horrible one. I feel like a walking zombie now, moving around mechanically without much activity going on in the brain. Monday was the NKF visit. Tuesday was the staff meeting, in which I was asked to quickly prepare a few slides and give a short presentation on what I've learnt in the Economic and Financial Literacy workshop which I attended two weeks ago. After the long day in school, I went for my violin lesson. Wednesday was the trip to Sungei Buloh and the conduct of the Sec 5N test (I now have two piles of test papers waiting for me to mark). Today, I had to go through some powerpoint slides on Sexuality Education at the last minute and give a presentation impromptu. Also conducted the Sec 4E test in the afternoon (of which I just finished marking two piles of test papers). Tomorrow I'll have to meet my trainee teacher's moderator then rush off to Expo to attend my promotion ceremony.
For most of these days, besides the bread and milk I had at 5.30 am, my next meal would be my dinner at home. Didn't even have time and sit down and take a proper rest. (And I took a cab at the end of every single workday this week cos I was simply too exhausted to bear with long bus rides!) Argh. Can't wait for the weekends (though I'll be spending it by marking the Sec 5N papers)... |
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(sungei buloh)
Wednesday, April 20, 2005, 08:43 p.m. #771 Brought EC members to Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve to take part in Endless Summer and Signs of Support and earned two stamps in their Young Naturalists booklet. The most exciting parts of the nature walk were when we spotted animals (like the squirrels, komodo dragons and the Malayan Water Monitor) hiding and blending in the environment. And when we found beautiful creatures all around us (like kingfishers and giant spiders). And when we saw translucent fishes (like the Archerfish) swimming in the water. And when we took a breathtaking view from the observatory tower.
The downside was the mosquitoes. Grr. And also the trash that were found along the trail: helmets, bottles, even underwear... Couldn't finish exploring the whole reserve. Will definitely be going back there next term. :) |
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(NKF)
Monday, April 18, 2005, 08:46 p.m. #770 Brought the Sec 4s to NKF with Noreha and other teachers. Watched a few clips about kidney failure, its causes and consequences, and learnt about how haemo-dialysis and peritoneal dialysis work: haemo-dialysis makes use of diffusion of toxins and ultrafiltration (pressure difference) of excess water, while peritoneal dialysis makes use of diffusion of toxins and osmosis of excess water. Also went up close and personal with one of the patients. No words could describe the feelings I had when I saw the dialysis room filled with patients, and all of them were having their blood flushed silently and as-a-matter-of-factly. How much pain and trauma are they and their families feeling behind all these? We waited for the buses to come and fetch us after the visit but they didn't come. Luckily the security guard spotted the buses parking one junction away, so Noreha and I walked to the buses in a drizzle to lead the buses to NKF. Then on the bus, Noreha (English HOD) told me more about how Ms T said bad things about the Science teachers during SMC meetings in order to make herself seem the most competent in the department. Was utterly disgusted - how much more underhanded can she possibly be?!
Received a thank-you card from a student. Read what was written in the card several times as I savoured the feeling of being touched over and over again. To you: Thank you too. |
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(buzz off, barbie)
Sunday, April 17, 2005, 06:21 p.m. #769 Beauty and the Beast Dave Barry (This classic Dave Barry column was originally published on 1 February 1998.) If you're a man, at some point a woman will ask you how she looks. "How do I look?" she'll ask. You must be careful how you answer this question. The best technique is to form an honest yet sensitive opinion, then collapse on the floor with some kind of fatal seizure. Trust me, this is the easiest way out. Because you will never come up with the right answer. The problem is that women generally do not think of their looks in the same way that men do. Most men form an opinion of how they look in seventh grade, and they stick to it for the rest of their lives. Some men form the opinion that they are irresistible stud muffins, and they do not change this opinion even when their faces sag and their noses bloat to the size of eggplants and their eyebrows grow together to form what appears to be a giant forehead-dwelling tropical caterpillar. Most men, I believe, think of themselves as average-looking. Men will think this even if their faces cause heart failure in cattle at a range of 300 yards. Being average does not bother them; average is fine, for men. This is why men never ask anybody how they look. Their primary form of beauty care is to shave themselves, which is essentially the same form of beauty care that they give to their lawns. If, at the end of his four-minute daily beauty regimen, a man has managed to wipe most of the shaving cream out of his hair and is not bleeding too badly, he feels that he has done all he can, so he stops thinking about his appearance and devotes his mind to more critical issues, such as the Super Bowl. Women do not look at themselves this way. If I had to express, in three words, what I believe most women think about their appearance, those words would be: "not good enough". No matter how attractive a woman may appear to be to others, when she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks: woof. She thinks that at any moment a municipal animal-control officer is going to throw a net over her and haul her off to the shelter. Why do women have such low self-esteem? There are many complex psychological and societal reasons, by which I mean Barbie. Girls grow up playing with a doll proportioned such that, if it were a human, it would be seven feet tall and weigh 81 pounds, of which 53 pounds would be bosoms. This is a difficult appearance standard to live up to, especially when you contrast it with the standard set for little boys by their dolls... excuse me, by their action figures. Most of the action figures that my son played with when he was little were hideous-looking. For example, he was very fond of an action figure (part of the He-Man series) called "Buzz-Off", who was part human, part flying insect. Buzz-Off was not a looker. But he was extremely self-confident. You could not imagine Buzz-Off saying to the other action figures: "Do you think these wings make my hips look big?" But women grow up thinking they need to look like Barbie, which for most women is impossible, although there is a multibillion-dollar beauty industry devoted to convincing women that they must try. I once saw an Oprah show wherein supermodel Cindy Crawford dispensed makeup tips to the studio audience. Cindy had all these middle-aged women applying beauty products to their faces; she stressed how important it was to apply them in a certain way, using the tips of their fingers. All the woman dutifully did this, even though it was obvious to any sane observer that, no matter how carefully they applied these products, they would never look remotely like Cindy Crawford, who is some kind of genetic mutation. I'm not saying that men are superior. I'm just saying that you're not going to get a group of middle-aged men to sit in a room and apply cosmetics to themselves under the instruction of Brad Pitt, in hopes of looking more like him. Men would realize that this task was pointless and demeaning. They would find some way to bolster their self-esteem that did not require looking like Brad Pitt. They would say to Brad: "Oh YEAH? Well what do you know about LAWN CARE, pretty boy?" Of course, many women will argue that the reason they become obsessed with trying to look like Cindy Crawford is that men, being as shallow as a drop of spit, WANT women to look that way. To which I have two responses: 1. Hey, just because WE'RE idiots, that doesn't mean YOU have to be; and 2. Men don't even notice 97 percent of the beauty efforts you make anyway. Take fingernails. The average woman spends 5,000 hours per year worrying about her fingernails; I have never once, in more than 40 years of listening to men talk about women, heard a man say, "She has a nice set of fingernails!" Many men would not notice if a woman had upward of four hands. Anyway, to get back to my original point: If you're a man, and a woman asks you how she looks, you're in big trouble. Obviously, you can't say she looks bad. But you also can't say that she looks great, because she'll think you're lying, because she has spent countless hours, with the help of the multibillion-dollar beauty industry, obsessing about the differences between herself and Cindy Crawford. Also, she suspects that you're not qualified to judge anybody's appearance. This is because you have shaving cream in your hair. |
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(my handsome cousins)
Sunday, April 17, 2005, 05:26 p.m. #768 Went to 3rd Uncle's place with my family to visit my cousin Yuhan and the newborn baby Jianxi. Couldn't believe myself to be engaging a conversation with Yuhan about Bob the Builder and the other cartoon characters showing on TV. And when he took out his toys to play and show me, I think I enjoyed myself more than he did. Haha, deprived childhood.
Then went to Compass Point where I splurged on a short-sleeve shirt, a T-shirt and a pair of long pants. Each piece didn't cost much and I didn't do my calculations until I paid up at the cashier and realised that they totalled up to be quite a substantial amount. Hmm. No regrets though. :) |
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(prayers)
Friday, April 15, 2005, 09:47 p.m. #767 Met Derek online, talked with him and heard his side of the story. He's now locked up at home, waiting for his trial at the end of the month. While he reassured me that he's feeling all right, I know he regrets what he's done and he's merely putting on a brave front. |
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(a bloody letdown)
Thursday, April 14, 2005, 07:43 p.m. #766 A very sad day for me. Remember Derek? He was in my form class last year. Because he did badly for his streaming exam, he was laterally transferred to the Normal stream this year. At that time, I was afraid that he would be led astray in Normal as his character was like a volcano waiting to erupt. Before he went to Normal, I told him he could still do well if he did not give up on himself. He promised me that he would be good and wouldn't let me down. At the start of the year, he did well for his subjects and proudly told me his test scores. I thought for a moment that I had worried for nothing, but my fear turned out to be a reality today. Derek slashed and stabbed another guy on his face and neck in the classroom with a penknife. When the police came and asked him where his weapon was, he refused to reveal the location of the penknife. I walked past him when the police were searching in a trash bin for the weapon. He was emotionless. My heart broke. With disappointment. What made me sadder was how teachers talked about Derek like he was just a problematic boy. A boy who made history in ESSS. A faceless, silly boy. A piece of news. An object. Why is Derek doing this to his own life?? ...
Went to SCH to watch the SYF finals for concert bands. Met Jieying there as she was supporting her alma mater, Hai Sing, which played flawlessly (their sextuplets were unbelievably smooth and clear) and easily got a gold. Hwa Chong, despite making several blunders, was also impressive as a whole for managing contrasting dynamics brilliantly - they got a gold. East Spring, however, selected a boring and unimpressionable choice piece, which I thought dragged down their whole performance and exposed their flaws - they only got a COP. |
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(mystic india)
Wednesday, April 13, 2005, 07:59 p.m. #765 Brought EC members and a few 2E1 and 4E2 students to the Science Centre to watch the Omnimax movie Mystic India, the true story of teenage yogi Neelkanth, who walked alone, barefoot and barebody, 8000 miles for 7 years through the length and breadth of beautiful India from 1792 to 1799.
Took a ride on the Morphis simulator with my form class students after the show, where we went on a 4-minute simulated rollercoaster ride. Then spent at Astroshop and Curiosity, on various little toys like the Benham's Wheel, the Poppin' Hopper and a pair of compact binoculars. Wanted to buy the Boiling Pen but it seemed too expensive. May buy it on my next trip there. :) |
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(private guitar recitals)
Tuesday, April 12, 2005, 12:15 p.m. #764 When I have more than one hour of free period and I don't feel like working, I will sometimes grab the guitar from Wee Teck's table and play at my seat. Harveen will sometimes stand beside me quietly to listen. When Selena walks past, she will also comment about the music and tell me her feelings about the pieces. Not trying to show off or anything, initially when I started playing I only wanted to kill my boredom, but now that I have some audience, it feels good that my playing is appreciated. Jane once walked past when I was playing Alhambra and she was very impressed. Today she lent me her John Williams CD, knowing that I love guitar music, and it has Asturias, Cavatina and Aranjuez inside! Shall burn it secretly... |
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(lost)
Sunday, April 10, 2005, 04:56 p.m. #763 Was on the verge of quarrelling with a good friend on the phone because of orchestra matters. This time I am caught between personal friendship and objectivity for the sake of the orchestra. Was reminded of ten years ago when we drifted apart due to disparate aspirations. Hope history won't repeat itself. |
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(medusa)
Saturday, April 9, 2005, 06:34 p.m. #762 Yesterday the entire Science department went out for lunch at Pizza Hut without Ms T. Topics were varied and relaxed until we finished our meal, when we started to talk about Ms T (also affectionately known as MJ, Auntie, or Medusa) and everyone shared our stories of how she made our lives miserable - Sakinah, who has slogged throughout her teaching years but never gained a single sign of recognition; Basheer, who has been patient with her until last year when he finally could not stand her anymore; even old Mr Lokman, who is so jovial and easygoing, also has very nasty conflicts with her, so much so that he doesn't talk to Ms T unless he's approached... Mr Lokman even said that having worked in five schools before, Ms T was his worst experience ever. Well, at least we know we're not alone in our battles with our HOD.
Hafizah, Yuen Wa, Xiu Hui, Benjamin and Dzul of 2E1 came to my house to do their Project Work in the morning as I'm their supervisor and they didn't have the necessary computer facilities to do their work. They were generally well-behaved, but some of them, especially Xiu Hui, really behaved like kids - they'd just sit around or watch cartoons instead of helping Hafizah (who's been at the computer the whole time), yet they complained about being tired. Hmm. Good that I saw how they worked. Now I know how to grade each of them accordingly. |
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(riddikulus)
Wednesday, April 6, 2005, 07:30 a.m. #761 Read this article on ST Forum a few days ago but forgot to blog about it. A reader wrote that teachers should not quit the service if they do not want to send the message that students can also give up and quit school whenever they meet difficulties. Now, how ridiculous is that?
So, other people can quit their job when they feel the job is not suitable for them, but teachers cannot, because we have to set a "good example"? So, once a teacher, forever a teacher? Even when we feel teaching is unbearable, we just have to tahan and can't have other aspirations? Teachers are saints who have to be "role models" for everything we do? In the first place, I don't think students will even think so much when teachers leave the service (a change of teachers probably just means a change of nannies to them) - will any of us think of quitting school when one of our teachers quit? Some people really have unrealistic expectations of teachers. |
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(all alone by a barren well)
Tuesday, April 5, 2005, 11:04 p.m. #760 Scarecrow Beck Walking to the other side With the devil trying to take my mind And my soul's just a silhouette On the ashes of a cigarette Illusions never fake their lies Trick cards fool the eyes Carry zeroes over till they add up Bury tears in the chapters you shut Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell And the rain's too plain to tell All alone by a barren well Scarecrow's only scaring himself I've been digging the ground Through the dust and the clouds I see miles and miles Of junkyard piles I wanted hope from a grave I wanted strength from a slave What gives you comfort now Might be the end of you then Crows are pulling at my clothes The wind got my fingers froze Standing all day keeping watch Over all the treasures we've lost Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell And the rain's too plain to tell All alone by a barren well The scarecrow's only scaring himself |
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(fail to plan = plan to fail)
Tuesday, April 5, 2005, 02:02 p.m. #759 Quite disappointed with my form class today. As I found out that many students still had no concrete plans for their preparations for O level, I typed out a nice template for the students to fill in and do a weekly plan of what they want to study for the next 30 weeks. Did this template and printed them out despite my busy schedule of vetting exam papers. Told the class that the plan should be a flexible one, even if they didn't follow it strictly, at least it was a gauge to know whether they're behind time or not. Half the class didn't even try to fill in the template. When I asked these people what their plans were, they told me things like "study two hours every day" or "do five math questions every day", then when I probed further to ask if they're sure they could finish studying all 7 subjects by doing this, they were not sure. What is wrong with these people? This is THEIR O levels but they're not worried at all? Even when I spoonfed them with a plan template, so many of them couldn't even be bothered? Don't they know the importance of O levels?
Didn't want to scold them as I feel they're already in Sec 4 and they should be mature enough to know what's best for themselves. After all my advice, if studying last-minute is what they plan to do, so be it. |
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(the evolution of hot water baths)
Monday, April 4, 2005, 05:55 p.m. #758 Our water heater broke down yesterday - of all times, when the cold rainy season has just started. So, for the past two days we have switched to the primitive method which we used more than ten years ago, that is, boiling water first then mixing it with pails of tap water before we start bathing. The difference is, now, boiling water has become so fast and convenient. In the past, when we used those metallic kettles, we had to wait for so long for the water to boil and we had to be very careful when pouring out the water cos the kettle was extremely hot. Nowadays, our kettles are so quick and well-insulated. This method of hot bath is really not too bad. First of all, it saves water. There's no visible end to taking a hot shower - you may end up showering longer than you need. But for this pail-method, you know how much water you have and you need to "plan" your bath as there is only so much hot water available - if you want to use more, you'll have to bear with the cold tap water. Next, it's also not as messy as showers. After a shower I'll usually have to take quite some time to wipe the bathroom cos water is sprayed everywhere. This pail-method makes it possible to "localise" the wet area so not the whole bathroom becomes wet...
Hmm. But I guess I still prefer the hot shower - really can't be bothered to do the boiling and mixing even although it's more convenient now. The "heater man" is coming tomorrow. He'd better get the problem fixed. |
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(stalked)
Saturday, April 2, 2005, 11:18 p.m. #757 My student, Jianwei, surprised me today by "stalking" me without me knowing. Apparently he started following me when I finished my lesson at Yamaha, then he continued to follow me to MJ (where I picked up Beck's new Guero) and the bus interchange. That was when JW suddenly stood beside me and I realised he'd been following me. Luckily he wasn't a robber. :) |
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(17)
Saturday, April 2, 2005, 08:29 p.m. #756 My sis collects exquisite boxes as a hobby. Sometimes she'll buy cookies just because she likes the cookie boxes. These boxes are usually displayed on her shelf as she's never found any use for them, until recently. One of the boxes which is decorated with a sleepy cat is now used to store her daily pills. 17 pills a day. |
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(i am irresistible)
Friday, April 1, 2005, 02:24 p.m. #755 Chou Keen did a little polling activity during his Social Studies lesson with 4E2 to teach them the basic concepts of voting and spoilt votes. He got the class to vote for the Most Attractive Teacher and Most Boring Teacher. Guess what? I beat the voluptuous Salena by a small margin and won the vote for the Most Attractive Teacher! Hahahahaha... (Hsin-Chang and Meiting were so excited about the results that they told me about this after school.) |
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