Bloody Blogs. It's a definite Maybe.

I just started this other blogithingy at multiply.com for my beloved students. Hence, from now on, i have 3 bloody blogs to maintain; each serving its own functions. I feel splitted.

No no, i'm not regretting about starting anyone of them, i'm just complaining because i'm lazy and also because each blog requires me to be a person slightly different from the other. The language is different, the topics that i talked about are different, and the way i present them are different too. When i had just 2 blogs, it was pretty much an easy peasy job to juggle, because the blogs entail a considerable amount of intersection of my personalities. Besides, those blogs are read by people of considerable age (haha) and maturity. Now that my 3rd blog is born, it brings forth the necessity on my part to cater whatever i write to students aged between 13-17, and yes...teachers too! Argh. so not only has my topics gotta be more restricted and sensitivity pre-warned, i have to be more vigilant on my grammar! eeeks! that means i have to edit everytime i write something!! *whine whine whine whine.....

Anyway, to shift away from my tripartite blogithingy, i have been reading on my Terry Goodkind's "Wizard's First Rule" (finally); and i found some pretty interesting notions brought forth by his writtings. The way his characters evolve and his story unfolds are just impeccably unique (at least in my shoes). I admire the way he involves personifications of nature and objects in his descriptions, and because of that i can imagine quite vividly what is happening right before my eyes.With that, i'd like to produce an excerpt from his book for my own reference in the future, and maybe for you to enjoy (if u ever enjoy it).
It's actually a speech by this wizard called Zedd.

" It is different when you kill with the Sword of Truth, because of the magic. The magic has done your bidding, and it extracts a price. There is no such thing as pure good or pure evil, least of all in people. In the best of us there thoughts or deeds that are wicked, and in the worst of us, at least some virtue. An adversary is not one who does loathsome acts for their own sake. He always has a reason that to him is justification. My cat eats mice. does that make him bad? I don't think so, and the cat doesn't think so, but i would bet the mice have a different opinion. Every murderer thinks the victim needed killing.

I know you don't want to believe this, Richard, but you must listen. Darken Rahl does the things he does, because he thinks them right, just as you do the things you do because you think them right. The two of you are more the same in that than you think. You want revenge on him for killing your father, and he wants revenge on me for killing his. In your eyes he is evil, but to his eyes, you are the one who is evil. it is all just a perception. Whoever wins thinks he is in the right. The loser will always believe himself wronged. it is the same as with the magic of Orden: the power is simply there,one use wins over the other."



It reminded me of my time in India, and the issues regarding Ah Nie and Curly etc.

Let's bitch!!!

Jialat...i am starting to feel and see my pores enlarging. Tiny craters on my face, like those lousy cameras with lousy megapixels. You will only see its perfect complexion if you stand far far away or have forgotten to wear that powerful specs of yours. DIE!!! No wonder my pimples are proliferating everywhere cos the bigger the holes are, the more dirt it traps, and the easier it is for a pimple to be born!!

So sad. The other time,, my student made fun of my pimple. A silly joke but i just cant forget it!! haha...he said: " Cher! how come you 22 years old then get pimples ah???". The kid then gave me the smug, mischevious face.
(You get the "joke" ??????)
Sigh, i nearly strangled the kid alive, or snub him with some ultimate sarcasm. haha but i cant cos the first would land me in jail, and the second would send the class in laugthers. It's the exams so everything has gotta be SERIOUS you see.
Weird kids right?! They love sarcasms i tell you. Those ding dong bells...couldnt stop misbehaving during exams, went over their limits and unleashed the horrible tyrant in me!! My sudden change into this loud railing monster must have shocked them, cos they must have thought i'm this o so gentle and fragile missy. HA!!

Invigilating art exams are a load of fun. Cos you don have to be as serious as before, and you needn't worry about speaking too loudly to some kid. Also, you can see some stupid kids doing stupid things and some dingdong bells' cutie-pie drawings. Some of these stupid kids went away painting their pictures so "efficiently" that they finished their artwork in haif an hour's time (its a 2 hour paper). So in the end they had nothing to do for the next 1h30min! dum kids! They'd then fill themselves with silly activities like painting their entire hand black (and i will not let them go the the toilet until the last 30min of the paper, so they had to sit for an hour with their "CHAOTA" hand). Others will turn into clowns and try to juggle their paintbrushes with their faces, noses, mouths and no brains; and people around them would start giggling, followed on by my super-stare.
but The winner of them all silly-activities was a boy who brought a raincoat to the paper! His strategy was....

1) hurriedly paint the whole piece of paper in red. watery paint was used to make the paper wet and limpy.
2) dirty his shirt, pants and everything clean in the process
3) ask for permission to visit the loo.
4) wore his raincoat all the way to its first button as he visited the toilet.
5) together with the amazing outfit, came back and painted another newly requested drawing paper blue.

wat an artwork. hahaha...dum kid...

and kids of this age laugh at anything..
1) if you call them "mister"
2) if your instructions include the word "sheet" eg. "please take 3 sheets of paper each"

hahaha dum kids!
sigh i think i will have bigger holes on my face soon....

As the song goes: "...till we meet again...till we meet again..."

The flowers that were meant to bloom
Sits in the depths of my heart
It's fagrance a constant reminder
It's vibrant colors a brilliant cheer
As it floats along the river of my soul
It's peace seeps through my very veins
The life that the Lord has granted
shall never be plain and grey for long
As long as i have Mizpah in my heart.

Few things i learned in my profession

1) there is a plural form for crisis. It is "crises".

2) it seems there's no plural form for the word "tense" ( as in present tense, past tense)

3) (this is not a learning per se but more like an affirmation of previous knowledge)
you cannot explain your poverty. eg "sally explain her poverty" is a grammatically incorrect sentence. But you can say " sally explained for her poverty" or "sally explained the circumstances of her poverty".
Poverty is a STATE of being poor. Its a description. get it? hahah

4) "Teachers' bracelet" == a collection of rubber-bands around the wrist(s)


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Crosses and Ticks in life

Not long ago, Kacy called me to ask me some questions regarding Asperger and autism. I tried to explain to him as best as i could because i am guilty of having fading memories of wat i had read, and ashamed of not reading my stuff with fierce passion ( that explains the fading memory part). (But kacy, i did not make up what i have told you ya....its just not extensive enough. heeeee)

YAH (and a sigh)...so that is what happens to people who are overwhelmed by the humdrums of life; so blinded by it that they ended up drifting along. It is not like i have not predicted this, for i remembered that i had spoken to huiling abt this before. But how is it that i'm still fooled by it?
It's easy. When life gets a little too comfortable, i dont forget things, but i chose to ignore them. The water gets stagnant, and that's when DENGUE comes!!
Does your life sound like mine?
Becareful la...BE CAREFUL. Clean away the water and dont leave the pots lying around. stay vigilant!

Sometimes i think women are blessed with PMS. (i'm not kidding!!)
Cos when women have pms, they (most of them) get emotional. Some of them start to think alot, and they'll become upset over it. Sad, dispair, disappointed, helpless, angry, the long list goes all the way man. But because of all this negative states of mind, the women start to seek for a certain form of aid, help, pillar, listening ear etc.Some will start to isolate themselves in their temporary misery, while some blow up like a bomb without the ticking timer. Even so, the closer you look at them, the higher the chance you'll see a lonely person. And that is when something not so worldy (be it holy, creepy or satanic) becomes more likely to seep into their heart, body, soul, and mind. Yeah, something like a wake-up! call.

I miss my little kiam chai bible. I miss those messy underlinings and those antsy handwritings.

I miss psychology. I miss my ambition.

I miss working my mind until it feels like breaking.

I miss thinnking of something sophisticating and complex like the Lord's Word and the controversies of psychology.
Although marking exam papers of sec 1s can be sometimes headaching, it get quite repititive after awhile. Hum...drum.....

I miss Mizpah.
And i miss God.

It's time to get back on track.
Gambatte to me n my papers tonight! May i finish marking the whole lot with utmost fairness and clarity!!