Thursday, March 31, 2005
Good Government, Bad Politicians.
“Always appreciate good government but never trust politicians!”
A good management is hard to come by – A management that truly plans for the future with the utmost respect for each and every individual. They are rare, really rare. and very precious.
Politician as a profession is not a bad thing. In fact, politicians make very good government. But the best government is made out of people who have service in their blood, not politics. Herein lays the difference.
This surely applies to the Education Service. Education as a civil service is not excused from bureaucracy. But true educators have the welfare of the students as foremost in their priorities. If you are an educator concerned themselves with politics within the system, and attempt to promote the self by belittling other educators, I despise you!
Sigh~
Meanwhile, I do have to protect my “backside”. *tightens the behind*
I hate doing that! When can the world be a more relaxed place to live in without all this these mental combats?
A good management is hard to come by – A management that truly plans for the future with the utmost respect for each and every individual. They are rare, really rare. and very precious.
Politician as a profession is not a bad thing. In fact, politicians make very good government. But the best government is made out of people who have service in their blood, not politics. Herein lays the difference.
This surely applies to the Education Service. Education as a civil service is not excused from bureaucracy. But true educators have the welfare of the students as foremost in their priorities. If you are an educator concerned themselves with politics within the system, and attempt to promote the self by belittling other educators, I despise you!
Sigh~
Meanwhile, I do have to protect my “backside”. *tightens the behind*
I hate doing that! When can the world be a more relaxed place to live in without all this these mental combats?
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Earthquake
Hmm... Somewhere among the local blogging community, someone commented that bloggers are morons!
Hmm... What was I doing then, when it happens? I believed I'm typing something on the keyboard. Most probably lesson plans. Oh, lesson plans do have the effect of making people ignore everything else - like earthquake.
Bloggers Are Morons
Blogging has fried our brains. Instead of evacuating after the tremor, we, bloggers staying in high rise apartments, sit here n blog about it, oblivious to the risk should the building topple over or collapse. I, for one, was furiously typing away as the floor swayed under me instead of making plans to leave my apartment. Should I laugh or cry at this stupidity that has befallen me?
Hmm... What was I doing then, when it happens? I believed I'm typing something on the keyboard. Most probably lesson plans. Oh, lesson plans do have the effect of making people ignore everything else - like earthquake.
Go Home!
An entire class of students was made to attend detention class today. As you know, students should never be allowed to go out after school. They are to stay in school to study until the sun is about to set, before they are to go home immediately. No options. If they really need to go anywhere, they have to do it at night. And some do. Hence, they are always sleeping in class. Schools are schools in the mornings and child-care centers in the afternoons.
Teachers are sleepy too!
Afternoon naps are so precious. I began with an hour nap each day after school. Apparently they have extended to 3 hours per session as the weeks progresses. I even sleep while washing my bed-sheets. How? I don’t know really, I was asleep.
Anyways, back to the students. They did not have to serve the detention after all. One trainee teacher explained that he dismissed the class immediately after the official school hours. Yada… act hero lah, this fellow. And the HOD took turns to “interview” him to find out what happens. And he’s only a trainee. Good luck to him.
PS: The truth is that I was told the afternoon session was changed to a different day at 9am and then told that it was not so at 130pm after the students were already dismissed. What am I to do?
Teachers are sleepy too!
Afternoon naps are so precious. I began with an hour nap each day after school. Apparently they have extended to 3 hours per session as the weeks progresses. I even sleep while washing my bed-sheets. How? I don’t know really, I was asleep.
Anyways, back to the students. They did not have to serve the detention after all. One trainee teacher explained that he dismissed the class immediately after the official school hours. Yada… act hero lah, this fellow. And the HOD took turns to “interview” him to find out what happens. And he’s only a trainee. Good luck to him.
PS: The truth is that I was told the afternoon session was changed to a different day at 9am and then told that it was not so at 130pm after the students were already dismissed. What am I to do?
Monday, March 28, 2005
Fairy Tales
The following story is written in the spirit of jest and fun. It is PURELY fictional and any resemblance to anyone, dead or alive, is absolutely COINCIDENTAL.
Ya… even having the same name is coincidental.
The REAL Cindirella I know is a NICE person. REALLY!!!
= = = = = = = = = = =
Once Upon a Time
= = = = = = = = = = =
"Once upon a time, someone really messed up the Cindirella story. You see, I’m Anidrella and this is my sister, Billirella, and we’re better known as Cindirella's step-sisters, but, I beg you to believe us, we are not horrible people. And we're here to tell you the real story of Cindirella and what really happened, not the distorted junk they have in the books nowadays.”
"It all started on my tenth birthday. Our mother had planned the most wonderful party for me. I had this lovely cake, and extravagant presents, and Mother even gave me a new, blue, silk dress trimmed in lace and pearls. It was the most lavish and gorgeous dress I had ever laid eyes on. It looked like something a princess would wear. I could still imagine myself dancing in the dress, swinging in rhythm to the music as all the boys watched me with desire and the other girls looked on with envy. The dress must have cost a fortune because it--"
"--Anidrella!” interrupted Billirella. “You're going off topic! Talk about Cindirella, not your silly dress."
"It was not a silly dress, Billirella!"
"Fine, but tell the story already."
"All right,” conceded Anidrella. "Anyway, it was to be a wonderful if not for Cindirella. You see, Her father and our mother was dating. And her father could not stand Cindirella any longer because she was just such a horrible kid. So, Mother graciously invited Cindirella to stay with us for a few months while her father went and on his business. Well, Cindirella just walked right into our house and decided she was the queen. Almost immediately, she started bossing Billirella and me around!"
"I recall she took your silly dress, Anidrella! Yes, I remember that..."
* * * * * * *
Cindirella always get what she wants. And she wants the new dress that Anidrella has. It was truly a beautiful dress. Mother was busy baking a cake when she entered the sisters’ room demanding for the dress. Naturally, Anidrella refused flatly. That was her dress after all. But Cindrella was not used to being refused.
Now, Cindirella was a fighter. Her punches were heavy and her kicks were strong. Before long, she had the dress in her hands and Anidrella and Billirella cowering in the corner. She was a bully.
But Billirella was not to give up without a fight. In the dark of the night, after Cindirella had gone to sleep, Billirella stole up to her room to try to steal the dress back for her sister. However, Cindirella discovered her in time and another fight took place. In the confusion, Anidrella decided that she would destroy the dress, rather than to let Cindirella have it. She picked up a scissor and cut many holes in the dress while Cindrella was punching the lights out of Billirella.
The next day, Cindirella wore the dress without noticing the holes and was embarrassed. That was how the rumor of Cindirella being made to wear torn clothes came about.
* * * * * * *
"The little bitch!” recalled Billirella. “She pinched my arm so hard; I still have the scars from it. I could sue!"
"We could get millions from the prince!"
"You're right... Anyway, from that day on, it was awful living with Cindirella. She was always sweet and charming to Mother, but whenever Mother wasn't around she would turn into a monster. Cindirella bullied us into giving her everything. Cindirella got the biggest bedroom, the best clothes, and all of our desserts.”
"Anyway, we believed Cindirella's father rather enjoyed her absence and decided to never come back.”
“And we had to suffer in his stead. As you know, Cindirella was only supposed to stay a few months, but she ended up staying ten long years before being married to the prince and went to live in the palace.”
"She did meet the prince at the royal ball, of course. But here's another part of the story that got really screwed up. Everyone thinks that poor Cindirella was forced to make Mother's dress, and our dresses."
"Bah! Cindirella has no idea what a needle looks like!"
”There was a magnificent seamstress in the town where we stayed and her name was Madam Sewalot. Madam Sewalot made the best dress in the entire kingdom, and Mother, ever the doting on Cindirella, actually paid a fortune to have a dress made for Cindirella.”
“However, the ungrateful witch actually disliked the dress! I would have died for that dress, it was so beautiful,” sighed Billirella.
“And Cindirella tore the dress to shreds,” added Anidrella.
"When the night of the royal ball came around, Cindirella was left with nothing to wear, so we went to the ball, and she stayed home to sulk. Mother said she could just wear one of her old gowns, but Cindirella didn't want to.”
"About an hour after we had arrived at the ball, Cindirella did turn up. And she is wearing the most wonderful dress! But where did she get the gown? No, not from her 'fairy godmother'! That was just a cover-up lie. Everyone knows there are no such things as fairy godmothers...
"Cindirella had stolen Mother's wedding gown!”
"Mother nearly fainted when she saw what Cindirella was wearing. Her babypink silk wedding gown fit Cindirella perfectly. The many diamonds that were hand-sewn into the fabric sparkled and glittered."
* * * * * * *
”Oh, how awful!” Anidrella had gasped.
”Oh, how horrible!” Billirella had cried.
”Oh, how beautiful!” Mother had whispered.
Mother was actually happy that Cindirella was wearing her dress! She thought Cindirella looked gorgeous in it, and wasn't mad that Cindirella had stolen her gown.
The moment Cindirella entered the royal ball, time froze. All eyes were on her. The band stopped playing, people stopped chattering, and couples stopped dancing. After a few moments of silence and staring, the prince quickly walked over to Cindirella and asked her to dance. Cindirella blushed and curtsied, and then the handsome prince and Cindirella danced the night away.
Anidrella and Billirella had wanted to confront Cindirella. But it was not appropriate with the prince being there and all. So they waited.
It was almost midnight when Mother decided she wanted to tell Cindirella how wonderful she looked in her wedding gown and was prepared to offer it to her as a gift. But when Cindirella saw Mother heading over to her, she quickly ran away! She had thought that Mother was coming to yell at her for stealing her dress.
In her haste, one of Cindirella's shoes fell off. The prince chased after her but all he found was her shoe. The prince was completely smitten by Cindirella and decided that he could not live without her. So, he started his search to find her. The prince searched the whole kingdom, looking for the woman whose foot fit the shoe.
* * * * * * *
"On the third day of his search, the prince arrived at our town. And when he arrived at our house, Cindirella was ready to pounce on him. She tried on the shoe and naturally, it fits. So the prince and Cindirella married and lived happily ever after.”
"Wrong.”
"After only a week of marriage, Cindirella started to show her true colors."
"I heard she bossed the king and queen around. Can you imagine that?!"
"I sure can. And the poor prince, there are political considerations and divorces are not encouraged in the royal family. However, I hear he took a second wife, a girl by the name of Snow White who used to live with seven single men.”
“Oh dear, the prince must be desperate. How decent can a lady be if she lives with seven men?”
* * * * * * *
~ The End ~
Ya… even having the same name is coincidental.
The REAL Cindirella I know is a NICE person. REALLY!!!
= = = = = = = = = = =
Once Upon a Time
= = = = = = = = = = =
"Once upon a time, someone really messed up the Cindirella story. You see, I’m Anidrella and this is my sister, Billirella, and we’re better known as Cindirella's step-sisters, but, I beg you to believe us, we are not horrible people. And we're here to tell you the real story of Cindirella and what really happened, not the distorted junk they have in the books nowadays.”
"It all started on my tenth birthday. Our mother had planned the most wonderful party for me. I had this lovely cake, and extravagant presents, and Mother even gave me a new, blue, silk dress trimmed in lace and pearls. It was the most lavish and gorgeous dress I had ever laid eyes on. It looked like something a princess would wear. I could still imagine myself dancing in the dress, swinging in rhythm to the music as all the boys watched me with desire and the other girls looked on with envy. The dress must have cost a fortune because it--"
"--Anidrella!” interrupted Billirella. “You're going off topic! Talk about Cindirella, not your silly dress."
"It was not a silly dress, Billirella!"
"Fine, but tell the story already."
"All right,” conceded Anidrella. "Anyway, it was to be a wonderful if not for Cindirella. You see, Her father and our mother was dating. And her father could not stand Cindirella any longer because she was just such a horrible kid. So, Mother graciously invited Cindirella to stay with us for a few months while her father went and on his business. Well, Cindirella just walked right into our house and decided she was the queen. Almost immediately, she started bossing Billirella and me around!"
"I recall she took your silly dress, Anidrella! Yes, I remember that..."
* * * * * * *
Cindirella always get what she wants. And she wants the new dress that Anidrella has. It was truly a beautiful dress. Mother was busy baking a cake when she entered the sisters’ room demanding for the dress. Naturally, Anidrella refused flatly. That was her dress after all. But Cindrella was not used to being refused.
Now, Cindirella was a fighter. Her punches were heavy and her kicks were strong. Before long, she had the dress in her hands and Anidrella and Billirella cowering in the corner. She was a bully.
But Billirella was not to give up without a fight. In the dark of the night, after Cindirella had gone to sleep, Billirella stole up to her room to try to steal the dress back for her sister. However, Cindirella discovered her in time and another fight took place. In the confusion, Anidrella decided that she would destroy the dress, rather than to let Cindirella have it. She picked up a scissor and cut many holes in the dress while Cindrella was punching the lights out of Billirella.
The next day, Cindirella wore the dress without noticing the holes and was embarrassed. That was how the rumor of Cindirella being made to wear torn clothes came about.
* * * * * * *
"The little bitch!” recalled Billirella. “She pinched my arm so hard; I still have the scars from it. I could sue!"
"We could get millions from the prince!"
"You're right... Anyway, from that day on, it was awful living with Cindirella. She was always sweet and charming to Mother, but whenever Mother wasn't around she would turn into a monster. Cindirella bullied us into giving her everything. Cindirella got the biggest bedroom, the best clothes, and all of our desserts.”
"Anyway, we believed Cindirella's father rather enjoyed her absence and decided to never come back.”
“And we had to suffer in his stead. As you know, Cindirella was only supposed to stay a few months, but she ended up staying ten long years before being married to the prince and went to live in the palace.”
"She did meet the prince at the royal ball, of course. But here's another part of the story that got really screwed up. Everyone thinks that poor Cindirella was forced to make Mother's dress, and our dresses."
"Bah! Cindirella has no idea what a needle looks like!"
”There was a magnificent seamstress in the town where we stayed and her name was Madam Sewalot. Madam Sewalot made the best dress in the entire kingdom, and Mother, ever the doting on Cindirella, actually paid a fortune to have a dress made for Cindirella.”
“However, the ungrateful witch actually disliked the dress! I would have died for that dress, it was so beautiful,” sighed Billirella.
“And Cindirella tore the dress to shreds,” added Anidrella.
"When the night of the royal ball came around, Cindirella was left with nothing to wear, so we went to the ball, and she stayed home to sulk. Mother said she could just wear one of her old gowns, but Cindirella didn't want to.”
"About an hour after we had arrived at the ball, Cindirella did turn up. And she is wearing the most wonderful dress! But where did she get the gown? No, not from her 'fairy godmother'! That was just a cover-up lie. Everyone knows there are no such things as fairy godmothers...
"Cindirella had stolen Mother's wedding gown!”
"Mother nearly fainted when she saw what Cindirella was wearing. Her babypink silk wedding gown fit Cindirella perfectly. The many diamonds that were hand-sewn into the fabric sparkled and glittered."
* * * * * * *
”Oh, how awful!” Anidrella had gasped.
”Oh, how horrible!” Billirella had cried.
”Oh, how beautiful!” Mother had whispered.
Mother was actually happy that Cindirella was wearing her dress! She thought Cindirella looked gorgeous in it, and wasn't mad that Cindirella had stolen her gown.
The moment Cindirella entered the royal ball, time froze. All eyes were on her. The band stopped playing, people stopped chattering, and couples stopped dancing. After a few moments of silence and staring, the prince quickly walked over to Cindirella and asked her to dance. Cindirella blushed and curtsied, and then the handsome prince and Cindirella danced the night away.
Anidrella and Billirella had wanted to confront Cindirella. But it was not appropriate with the prince being there and all. So they waited.
It was almost midnight when Mother decided she wanted to tell Cindirella how wonderful she looked in her wedding gown and was prepared to offer it to her as a gift. But when Cindirella saw Mother heading over to her, she quickly ran away! She had thought that Mother was coming to yell at her for stealing her dress.
In her haste, one of Cindirella's shoes fell off. The prince chased after her but all he found was her shoe. The prince was completely smitten by Cindirella and decided that he could not live without her. So, he started his search to find her. The prince searched the whole kingdom, looking for the woman whose foot fit the shoe.
* * * * * * *
"On the third day of his search, the prince arrived at our town. And when he arrived at our house, Cindirella was ready to pounce on him. She tried on the shoe and naturally, it fits. So the prince and Cindirella married and lived happily ever after.”
"Wrong.”
"After only a week of marriage, Cindirella started to show her true colors."
"I heard she bossed the king and queen around. Can you imagine that?!"
"I sure can. And the poor prince, there are political considerations and divorces are not encouraged in the royal family. However, I hear he took a second wife, a girl by the name of Snow White who used to live with seven single men.”
“Oh dear, the prince must be desperate. How decent can a lady be if she lives with seven men?”
* * * * * * *
~ The End ~
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Studying
Oh NO!
Can we don’t discuss the topic of study? It gives everyone a headache, especially for students. But honestly, we cannot ignore studying. Study only becomes a chore when we lose sight of why we study.
Why do I study?
I let my feelings flow and came up with this: We really are studying so that we can help other. Studying is one of the most compassionate acts.
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Can we don’t discuss the topic of study? It gives everyone a headache, especially for students. But honestly, we cannot ignore studying. Study only becomes a chore when we lose sight of why we study.
Why do I study?
I let my feelings flow and came up with this: We really are studying so that we can help other. Studying is one of the most compassionate acts.
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懂事的人
Something I "kapo" from my sis's blog...
懂得知足的人找《快乐》
懂得放下的人找《自由》
懂得珍惜的人找《幸福》
懂得关怀的人找《朋友》
懂得付出的人找《真爱》
懂得知足的人找《快乐》
懂得放下的人找《自由》
懂得珍惜的人找《幸福》
懂得关怀的人找《朋友》
懂得付出的人找《真爱》
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Matchsticks
Matchstick A: Do you know what type of wood are we made of?
Matchstick B: I have no idea…. Do you know?
Matchstick A: No really. We could be teak, or pine, or oak….
Matchstick B: I wonder what about the remainder of the wood after they made us?
Matchstick A: Maybe they became part of a great ship.
Matchstick B: That would be awesome! That means we must be made of some very good wood.
Matchstick A: We are indeed! Oh! The glory!
Matchstick C: Oh shut up! What is the bug fuss all about? Does it matter what type of wood we are? All we are good for is the light and warmth that we provide when we finally fulfilled our purpose. After that, we are just soot.
Ra: Erm… if I need to start a fire, I would use a lighter.
Matchstick B: I have no idea…. Do you know?
Matchstick A: No really. We could be teak, or pine, or oak….
Matchstick B: I wonder what about the remainder of the wood after they made us?
Matchstick A: Maybe they became part of a great ship.
Matchstick B: That would be awesome! That means we must be made of some very good wood.
Matchstick A: We are indeed! Oh! The glory!
Matchstick C: Oh shut up! What is the bug fuss all about? Does it matter what type of wood we are? All we are good for is the light and warmth that we provide when we finally fulfilled our purpose. After that, we are just soot.
Ra: Erm… if I need to start a fire, I would use a lighter.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Invisible
Oh ya... There will always be times when we feel that we are invisible. The world is so huge! We are but one little insignificant human on a little excuse of a rock we call the planet Earth revolving around a small ball of fire in a universe we can never fathom.
We can all be invisible.
And besides, it is the invisibles that understand the world. Because the invisibles are the only people who will notice other invisibles.
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"Invisible"
Whatcha’ doin’ tonight
I wish I could be a fly on your wall
Are you really alone
Who's stealin' your dreams
Why can't I bring you into my life
What would it take to make you see that I'm alive
[Chorus]
If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I could just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)
Saw your face in the crowd
I call out your name
You don't hear a sound
I keep tracing your steps
Each move that you make
Wish I could read what goes through your mind
Wish you could touch me with the colors of your life
[Chorus]
If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I can just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)
I reach out
But you don't even see me
Even when I scream out
Baby, you don't hear me
I am nothing without you
Just a shadow passing through...
[Repeat Chorus]
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
We can all be invisible.
And besides, it is the invisibles that understand the world. Because the invisibles are the only people who will notice other invisibles.
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"Invisible"
Whatcha’ doin’ tonight
I wish I could be a fly on your wall
Are you really alone
Who's stealin' your dreams
Why can't I bring you into my life
What would it take to make you see that I'm alive
[Chorus]
If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I could just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)
Saw your face in the crowd
I call out your name
You don't hear a sound
I keep tracing your steps
Each move that you make
Wish I could read what goes through your mind
Wish you could touch me with the colors of your life
[Chorus]
If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I can just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)
I reach out
But you don't even see me
Even when I scream out
Baby, you don't hear me
I am nothing without you
Just a shadow passing through...
[Repeat Chorus]
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
If I was invisible...
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Water Input = Water Output?
Why is it that whenever we drink beyond the point of thirst, it feels like we pee a lot more than we drink?
Or is it just me?!
*ouch*
Or is it just me?!
*ouch*
Wasting
This is pathetic… I create an account and never use it. But then, Wastage is so normal in today’s world. We waste everything! We waste physical stuffs like water and paper and electricity. We also waste other stuff like time and effort. Mostly, a lot of people are just wasting their lives away doing shallow things like putting up a clock next to another so that they know when one of the clocks is faulty.
