Teacher's Day "D

Happy Teachers' Day!!!

Us with Ms Chua

Went to NYJC to find Ms Chua today, and boy was i in for a sweet treat :) Ms Chua treat the 6 of us, David, Rebe, Kuang, Jin Le, Miao Chun and me to Swensens - food & ice cream.

Just yesterday, I smsed her to ask her what time she would be around in school till and told her i would come later because i didn't wanted to clash with the other students she had. Her reply?

"Haha... I doubt I'll be crowded with students here. I'm quite fierce one. They scared of me. Hahaha."

And I replied:

" Haha. No la. You just like air con sometimes only..."

Ah, those times. I remember we would always say that 'the temperature dropped suddenly' the moment she enter the classroom and that her face was always 'black' and sometimes 'blacker' after teaching our class. We use to say that she preferred her NA class over us because she was always in smiles and laughter when around them, and yes, we were quite jealous. Haha.

But, as you can see now, we love her and respect her for who she is and what she does, if not, why do we bother visiting her even after she changed her school?

Ms Chua is one of those teachers who won't give up on her students and would do anything to help her students. Her teaching methods are good and i could actually understand some topics better. Even people like Desmond who always failed his geography could pass his O's. Ahh... He had a lot of incentives from her.

There were other teachers too who played a big part in my secondary school life. People like Mrs Foo, and Mr Lee. They were people who didn't give up on us when we were horrid - both academically and physically.

After the 'big hoo haa' that happened during our mid years, our A maths teacher left and Mr Lee took over teaching us A maths. He stayed with us until the school's closing time just for consultations and extra lessons. Well, he didn't give up on our class, who had only 5% pass in both A and E maths, and stayed with us to the end. So for that, WE LOVE HIM :D

And there's Mrs Foo, my form teacher of sec 1&2. Her life with us hasn't been easy. She was always there to reason with us, rescue us from trouble etc. When we were in sec 2, boy was my class rowdy! In a week, perharps even in a day, there would be more than 1 teacher's complain. In fact, other than our that time maths teacher, Ms Foo, she was the teacher we respected the most and would like not to disappoint. We were extremely guai in class. One time she got so angry with us, she threatened to leave the classroom before any other teacher did again. And, true to her words, the 2nd time she really did that.

Well, my class was really monstrous at that time. I guess it was the boys' rebellion stage. Mrs Foo knows when to separate work and after work. After school, she becomes our friend, but of course there would always be the line. I think that no matter how long after i leave the school, she'll always be one of the person i respect the most.

Okay, because today is teacher's day, my post will mainly be about teachers. So, i apologise for being a nag, reminiscing on the past. But, some people just love to live in the past don't day?

In yesterday's quiet time, it occurred to me that God was actually someone who's hard on the inside, but a big softie on the inside. And then, i started thinking of a food/fruit/snack that best describe that, and, i FAILED.

I'll still continue to think about that....

The window

Oh yes, this is a story i wrote when i was in Sec 4 for a competition, but i think it never went out. The story is quite long, so I'll break it out into parts and post it on different days :) Haha.
Here it goes...

Chapter 1

“There he is!” Doris thought gleefully to herself as she peered out of the window and saw the familiar figure. There he was, Edward, doing what he always did, mowing the lawn, feeding the dog and watering the plants. Doris observed that perspiration was dripping down from his half naked body and his face. As Edward swept his fringe off his forehead, Doris’s heart beat profusely. She could feel her face burning. She turned away for a gasp of air before turning back to continue observing Edward.

Doris Colleen was a sweet looking girl with chestnut hair that was long and wavy. Her hazel eyes were warm and comforting. She was from a well-to-do family and was also the only child in her family. Being the gem of the household, she was given the best of what her parents could afford. Still she had no change in attitude and was as nice as ever. Doris had known Edward Gopal when she was just a baby. Edward was two years older than her and was her next-door neighbour. He was a good looking young boy. As a mixed blood, he had tanned skin and thick black hair. He had the blue eyes of his mother and the face of his father. Edward’s family on the other hand was just an average family. They could afford the school fees for his older brother, younger brother and him, three meals, and a roof over their head. They would still be left with an excess of money. Both families were very close and would invite one another over whenever they wanted to.

Despite the difference in gender, the two were playmates and they spent most of their time together. Unlike the other girls, Doris took no interest in dolls and frilly dresses, she would rather spend her time reading and going out with Edward to look at the beauty of the earth and find out more about how the beautiful landscapes she saw were formed. Edward would stand up for Doris when she was bullied and though she was younger than Edward, being the smarter of the two, Doris would help him with his studies. To Doris, Edward was like the elder brother she never had. These two young children had unknowingly built up a strong friendship between them. However, their friendship was put to test after an accident occurred.

Knock, knock. Who's there?

Met up with Daph today for lunch and as well as to collect and do free labour for her for Teachers' Day. We had lunch at KFC and head to the library because, I wanted to borrow books to read. My dad has been complaining that I'm not reading as much as i used to, and that, i totally agree.

When it comes to reading, I'm very picky and fussy like how some girls are towards clothes. I love stories that:

1. Based during a historical period
2. Have a twist in the ending
3. Something unusual
4. Mysteries
5. True stories
6. Family Relation

So, around 80% of the fictional stories in the library are love-base. I'm quite bored with reading love stories unless they have twist or a special ending. But most of them are usually with predictable ending. I mean, I'm alright with love stories but sometimes they just get quite dry because they have the same story plot. So in conclusion, it took me quite a while to find a story to my liking, and Daph too was complaining about how she hard it was to find storybooks for other people - ME.

Anyway, before i left my house, i grabbed a storybook from my shelf. I read it on my journey to AMK, while waiting for Daph and later on Guan You and later on the way to the Bees house.

Repossessing Ernestine

It is about this actress/writer, Marsha Hunt, who went found her long lost grandmother, Ernestine, who had spent 52 years in an asylum & nursing home. She then started tracing the background and the history of her grandmother's past and the reason why a perfect and intelligent woman was diagnosed as mentally disabled. As the title suggests, she got to be with her grandmother in the end after much challenges faced.

However, the question to why her grandmother was put into the asylum and other questions like, "Why were all her teeth removed?", "Why were there false records written under her background information?" etc. But then i feel that the author might have thought that it was better to enjoy the time she had left with her grandmother then to continue pursing the past, after all her grandmother was with her. Her grandmother was 97 years old at the time.

So, in all, the book is good and touching.

I met Guan You, who was late, at interchange at around 6.30 plus and took bus 136 down to Punggol for house visiting at the Bees'. It was an 1 hour ++ ride. Had lovely food, fruits and drink.

Snowy :)
(I think its spelled like that)

Btw, i attempted with Photoshop to adjust the brightness and contrast. Gosh, so proud of myself. Hahas. He's really cute. Especially when it came to food. He does a split and lies on his tummy - a sign for "please give it to me"

Hui Min No.2

The wheat-grass plant was named after Hui Min because of the spectacles. Haha. We stayed till 9.30 p.m. Uncle Bee fetched me home. Thank God for that, if not I'll reach home by 11 plus p.m.

The Bee family is my model family.

Okay, this has been a rather long post i think. Good night ")

Worship

Worship is an essential part of our lives.

Today, Cheryl's friend, James, came down to share about his experience in the worship ministry. Out of the many things he say, the 1 thing that struck me the most was when he said that, "Worship leading is not about just singing your songs. As a worship leader, you'll have to lead others into worship." And that, i think is a great responsibility. He quoted from Spiderman:

"With great power, comes great responsibility"

Truthfully, i had never taught of worship leading in that manner. Sure, I am certain that God has called me to lead worship, but I had never expected such responsibility coming out from a worship leader. So, being a worship leader is not just about guiding the band, its also about guiding the congregation. And today I'd also learn that learning scales and theory in piano is not entirely useless. The way James said out each chords by their musical term made me realised that i can actually put to use what i learn classical or not. So that means, i need to make time to PRACTICE and stop giving myself excuses to why i cant practice.

I guess James did kinda inspired me a little.

So, here's something totally not related to what's above:

Beside the posts, there is a column of stuff. If you scroll down you see fishes in a box. There are a total of 10 fishes, that, I'M VERY SURE! Like, hello, i was the one who created that fishy thing! So anyway, Guan You could only spot like 9 fishes. Me, i took a really long time to find fish no. 10. SO for those who come to my blog, you can be entertained by my fishes :D

I love the skin....

Today is my special someone's birthday. Sorry to disappoint you, but, it's a girl :D

HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY MANDA!!!!

I really love spending time with you. <3

So, today has been a real lazy day for me. I refuse to touch my work until like 5 p.m. But you see, i woke up at 8 plus this morning and slept at 2 plus 3 a.m., perhaps even later. Not that i didn't want to sleep, but i didn't feel tired at all!

I was thinking of posting some of the short stories/poems/prose or whatever you categorize them under, that i have written, up onto blog. I shall see then...

Good Night all "D

I like this song.

I'll Not Turn Back

If crosses come, if it should cost me dearly
To be the servant of my Servant Lord
If darkness falls around the path of duty
And men despise the Saviour I’ve adored

I’ll not turn back, whatever it may cost
I’m called to live, to love and save, the lost
I’ll not turn back, whatever it may cost
I’m called to live, to love and save,the lost

If doors should close, then other doors will open
The word of God can never be contained
His love cannot be finally frustrated
By narrow minds or prison bars restrained

I’ll not turn back, whatever it may cost
I’m called to live, to love and save, the lost
I’ll not turn back, whatever it may cost
I’m called to live, to love and save,the lost

If tears should fall, if I am called to suffer
If all I love men should deface, defame
I’ll not deny the One that I have followed
Nor be ashamed to bear my Master’s name.

I’ll not turn back, whatever it may cost
I’m called to live, to love and save, the lost
I’ll not turn back, whatever it may cost
I’m called to live, to love and save,the lost

Its a Salvation Army song. A song with powerful words.

Different gadgets with different uses

Guess I'm officially back on blogger again. Tumblr is getting less personal, okay, it was never personal to start off with. And besides, no one reads this blog :D

I realised after the decrease in number of followers on tumblr, people don't like to hear about your sob story. They are more interested in the pictures you post up and the interesting stuff you upload. So now, I'm gonna switch around tumblr and blogger; both with different uses. Call me fickle minded i don't care.

So here's sob story number 1. of my very first post in months.

My dad again talked to me about encouraging my brother and motivating him. The thing is, I don't mind. Seriously, from the bottom of my heart, i really do not mind it at all. But do you already not know how hard it is to communicate with him? To actually go out with him or bring him around, or to be even around him, i have to first overcome the very first barrier - ME. I mean, hello, he's my brother and i love him and all, but there are times when I really do feel the pressure and stress when I'm around with him. It's hard to express love to people like him. While you do not want others to insult him, because he's your kin, but you can't help but also feel the way others feel about him.

I know its no excuse, and even i feel that I'm giving myself excuses about why i haven't been motivating/encouraging him. It's not easy okay. We, youngsters too, face stresses in our own way.

I need time to overcome my own barrier. I just need time. For now, just let me be. I'm human too.

And that's the end of my sob story.

Typing things out from what I'm thinking does helps make me think better in a way i guess. Well, lets just hope that things will turn out better in days to come.