<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:16:43.619+08:00</updated><category term='new addition'/><category term='results'/><category term='hifi'/><category term='baby'/><category term='exams'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='history'/><category term='random'/><category term='geography'/><category term='maid'/><category term='varick'/><category term='blog'/><category term='marking'/><category term='changes'/><category term='pragmatism'/><title type='text'>My 2.10 cents worth (with GST)</title><subtitle type='html'>If you think the blogs are dumb, funny, laugh as hysterically as you want. Just don't use them on your talk show, lessons, thesis, or essay (sure fail, one)!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>336</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-4568897078670369435</id><published>2009-03-16T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:39:24.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The One with the wisdom tooth extraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been feeling enormous pain when I eat.  After month of procrastination, I decided to visit a dentist to see what's wrong.  I havent visit a dentist for years.  And I have this irrational fear of a going to the clinic.  Sitting inside the dentist chair  My worst fears were confirmed when the dentist that I have to extract my wisdom tooth.  The tooth is already decaying badly and that's why it is causing so much pain.  Pain clouded my rationality and i decided to have a minor operation.  That tun out to be a really harrrowing experience.  The drilling, the cutting, the cracking of the tooth that typify the 1 hour ordeal was really a mind opener for me.  I have never felt pain like this ( other than the time when I dislocated my right arm then again it is a different type of pain)&lt;/div&gt; Now with a bloated left cheek and difficulty eating, i guess this is the best opportunity for me to go on my liquid diet plan..&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/Sb2s5gfTc-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/ynW5asze3h8/s320/dentist-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313593239340807138" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-4568897078670369435?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/4568897078670369435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=4568897078670369435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4568897078670369435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4568897078670369435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-with-wisdom-tooth-extraction-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/Sb2s5gfTc-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/ynW5asze3h8/s72-c/dentist-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-7155940281342532751</id><published>2009-01-26T17:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:42:27.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One with the White Side ( Short Notes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone totally to the white side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Pee Cee has died on me and I have lavished on this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold the new member of the family the Imac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797475634934994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/SX5zvumhdNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zVKYprmWO-4/s320/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797557478264626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/SX5z0fffjzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Z3L7NADyhAE/s320/Slide2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797612990129570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/SX5z3uSjZaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WaPfdYjzs7c/s320/Slide3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muahahaha... I am really off my bonkers with all the edited pictures and speech bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-7155940281342532751?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/7155940281342532751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=7155940281342532751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7155940281342532751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7155940281342532751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-with-white-side-short-notes-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/SX5zvumhdNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zVKYprmWO-4/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-7789030275713331690</id><published>2009-01-25T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:33:11.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The One with the Chinese New Year reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysauditioning.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/stressed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="http://www.alwaysauditioning.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/stressed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we know it, it is already the end of January and the chinese new year, the year of the ox in another 12 hours time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked back at my years of blog entries and felt a sense of nostalgia. I first started the blog in 2004 as part of my attempts to bond with my sec 3 IJ form class students. Since then it was a channel for me to reach out to them and shared with them my thoughts on certain things that was happening in the school, in the classroom and of course on some of the colleagues. After I left IJ in end 2005, the blog continued to serve as a way of maintianing contact with some of my ex-students who were keen/interested/curious to know about my being and things that I was doing. There were many a time that i wanted to shut down the blog as it has not really serve the purpose that I wanted to do in the first place but now it is more of a cesspot of grievances and grudges and unhappiness. It is almost like a negative online tome of grievances with my name capitalised on the front cover. A online tome that had even me resisting going in to look. There were the occasional entries about happy things, but I realised over the years there were more of the negatives than the postives. From the 90 posts in 2006, to 20 in 2007 and finally in 2008, the entries had been insipid and uninspiring to read. Have I really gotten caught up with all the cloud of unhappiness that there is nothing postive I can write about? Am I so unhappy about the things that I have now that I am now cynical to all the things that I have? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My wife stared at me yesterday - nothing surprisingly, though, but she was looking at my hair and proceeded to brush her fingers through my hair and then a slight tug. She looked at the strand of hair and commented,"OMG, a strand of wihite hair" - much to my horrors, and that (meaning the hair) was not all, there were more hair ( white ones I mean). Signs that i am really getting old. My wife joked that a couple of reports, and my constant worries over my work had resulted to me turning to comfort food ( ie spoilling my plans for a trimmer me in 2009) and my hairs turning white. SIGH.. maybe it is about time to really ponder about "acting my age" :P&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lovehkfilm.com/reviews/ab3219/bride_with_white_hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-7789030275713331690?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/7789030275713331690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=7789030275713331690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7789030275713331690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7789030275713331690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-with-chinese-new-year-reflections.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-6033536183451028766</id><published>2008-12-27T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:16:07.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;The One with the new appointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended yesterday KP meeting, seeing some familiar and some unfamiliar faces, as we prepared the avalanche of things coming: School Opening Ceremony, EV for Autonomous Status, Preparation for the first day of school and so on and so for. For the uninitated , th last week of the school holidays is usually dedicated to the series of meetings and trainings so as to put the next year in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swop of appointment was confirmed yesterday, I have relinquished my post as Subject Head History and take on a new appointment come February 2009. Perhaps after 3 years of toiling in this appointment, I have not really distinguish myself in the appointment which I have hope would catapult me to greater success. However I hope the swap would allow me to showcase what I am good at and allowed me to have a good all rounded perspective of the various leadership position that are open up for me. I look forward to the new challenges in 2009 and hope that 2009 would be as good or even better for me as 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-6033536183451028766?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/6033536183451028766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=6033536183451028766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6033536183451028766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6033536183451028766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-new-appointment-i-attended.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-1951030806674903536</id><published>2008-12-25T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:41:41.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The One about the Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, christmas came and went.  As I laze infront of my hifi, listenign to the nonchalant tunes of Scott Hamiliton, I was quite surprised how time flies these cuples of days.  It seems not so long ago when I was eagerly anticipating my Perth Trip, and now I am back and tomorrow, I will be back in school for the mandatory key personnel meeting for the preparation of the new academic year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke at an earthly hour at 6 this morning and act as Santa Claus, placing all the presents bought under the christmas tree.  I am not a Christian but after sharing with my daughter about the wonder of christmas, I think she would prefer to see her presents under the Christmas tree rather than receiving it from daddy or mummy.  You should see her face of misbelief and excitement when she saw that there were indeed presents under the tree.   My girl got a movie binoculars, those where they show images a la slide projector.  My boy got a toy car with donald the duck sitting in it, which made funny noises as it move.  My wife got a nice Braun Buffel handbag which was a little extravagant on m part.  As for me, I got a gift from my insincere wife who bought me along to buy the gift and also use the vouchers that I have gotten from Tangs to buy the gift for me.   YAh it is the thoughtless gift of a wallet which steered away from being over extravagant and practical.  Pretty much the type of gift I would expect from my wifey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway after a heavy lunch of a turkey, pork knuckle and a couple of red wine, I had a heavy seafood dinner with a couple of red wine in between...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to be so fat and drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, that is also the spirit of christmas, porking out and enjoyign the company of family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the last few hours of X mas peacefully and in silent contemplation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-1951030806674903536?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/1951030806674903536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=1951030806674903536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1951030806674903536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1951030806674903536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-about-christmas-so-christmas-came.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-3015065275888492116</id><published>2008-12-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:34:59.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The one with the end of the year reflections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It seems pretty masochistic, but I am actually looking forward to the start of the  new academic year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I haven’t had this feeling for a very long time, since I joined the school.  2006 was a year of trepidations as I just joined the school.  2007 was also not much better as I was unhappy over a lot of thing that was going on in school.  2008 was slightly better, understanding how the school functions and finally getting the hang of things.  In fact 2008 was supposed a year to look forward to as I was actually planning to take the escape route to move on to green pastures.  2008 come and go, and my dream of leaving the school did not materialize.  Instead of feeling bitter about things to come, I was actually quite excited to be back.  Perhap it was the whole thing about familiarity; maybe I have already build up some bonds and friendship with colleagues, maybe I have some bonds and attachment to the kids I am teaching.  Or just maybe I actually enjoyed what I do now in the school…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks since returning for my trip to Perth have been spent mostly in school, clearing up some backlog, preparing reports and of course getting psyched up for the new year.  The challenges I am going to face next year is not something new, I will again be a form teacher of a graduating class, a sec 5 class again.  The past few days had been busy with the students admission and meeting with parents.  In fact this class seems so much more challenging than the previous one I had 2 years back.  With the experience, I believe I can do a better job with this batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009, here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-3015065275888492116?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/3015065275888492116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=3015065275888492116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/3015065275888492116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/3015065275888492116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-end-of-year-reflections-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-7326496803579814765</id><published>2008-08-17T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:08:47.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The thing about the performer streak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month back, the school ahd its own version of a Singapore Idol thingy where students are allowed to showcase their talents and perform in the school hall.  the performance was entitled "The Big Bang" and what a bang it was for the teachers as we were told to put a performance by department.  This was quite like the CHIJ Youth Day where teachers perform to the delight of the students.  Anyway I happen to see this clip on youtube and decide it is worth trying something like this as part of the department performance.  And here the fruit of our labour..&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJE6siZ8bzA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJE6siZ8bzA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-7326496803579814765?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/7326496803579814765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=7326496803579814765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7326496803579814765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7326496803579814765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/08/thing-about-performer-streak-about.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-5386825004536180904</id><published>2008-08-12T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:15:25.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The thing about the  Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so my big plans about scaling the mountain did not materialise :p&lt;div&gt;for the uninitiated, the july and early august period is an unsettling time for the teachers and the management.  This is when the annual opening posting starts and teachers are free to job hop in the big merry go round.  This is also the time, where negotiation between the schools management and the teachers take place, either to keep/"enslave" them for a long period in the promise of better job conditions, promotion, more /less responsibilities.  It is also a reality check for the teachers to see how highly the school valued you.  If you could see the management getting overly upset, using all sort of hard and soft persuasion and going into withdrawal syndrome because of your impending departure, congrats you must have done something really worthwhile in the lives of the students or in the lives of the management.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be totally honest, i did venture to some interviews with a couple of schools.  It was more of a chance to hone my interview skills and to check if I would be able to do it in a brand new environment.  However the sad thing is that I am not able to leave as an appointment holder.  To cut the long story short, every teacher had a certain potential coming into the profession, it decrease with age and increase with the sweat and toil, and your ability to adjust and cope with the challenges that were given to the teacher.  sadly i dont have a high potential, at least not high enough to leave as a head of department.  Shocking isnt it? Not about why i have a low potential but how did i know about the school evaluation of me.. well that is the beauty of technology..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact i am not bitter about how things turn out, for I dont need others to determine my self worth. :)  What will not kill me, will make me stronger. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am kind of an optimist in this fashion.  Maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-5386825004536180904?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/5386825004536180904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=5386825004536180904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/5386825004536180904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/5386825004536180904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/08/thing-about-mountain-so-my-big-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-4313702241324535024</id><published>2008-06-18T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:33:42.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The one about the June Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about being a teacher is that like all students, the post holiday blues set in and people get a bit grumpy about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a teacher teaching in a secondary school in singapore, it is quite a luxury to have a week free from the daily routine of going back to school to clear stuff and to prepare for the next term.  Things get worse when you are teaching a graduating class where they come back for the first 2 weeks of the June holidays for lessons.  and then there is a whole schedule of meeting lined at the last week of the holidays.  As I go through one meeting after another, it is a cruel reminder that the term is starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning assemblies, the mad rush for class, and running from class to class, deadline, markings, dealing with recaltricant students and of course the long and un-wirklife harmonius lifestyle again.... But then, it would have been foolhardy to merely want to enjoy with putting in effort now that the family of four need this bread and butter job.  Sometimes it is quite an irony when teaching is supposed to be a calling from a higher being, to do what no man dare to do and yet the sad thing is that my perception had been a "live-a-day, eat-a-day, survive-a-day" mentality.  Maybe it is the blues settling in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "mountain" is ripe for climbing... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-4313702241324535024?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/4313702241324535024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=4313702241324535024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4313702241324535024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4313702241324535024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-about-june-holidays-thing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-4911094968891107895</id><published>2008-05-30T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:55:07.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One about Pedra Branca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind why Singapore wanted Pedra Branca... other than the strategic location to guard our waters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206076059414721506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 572px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="330" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/SD-yl9MUc-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qXu9pHtc9zE/s400/pedra+branca.gif" width="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I dont get sued like chee for something done tongue in cheek...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-4911094968891107895?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/4911094968891107895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=4911094968891107895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4911094968891107895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4911094968891107895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-about-pedra-branca-reason-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/SD-yl9MUc-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qXu9pHtc9zE/s72-c/pedra+branca.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-2792142293519751433</id><published>2008-05-09T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:03:28.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;Things in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  the midst of the marking frenzy, i felt that there is a need to catch a breather in an attempt to regain my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting unthinkably draining here.  maybe it is just the mid year fatigue that I have failed to get used for the 8 plus years of my teaching career.  I am sick of the uncertainities that is happening and would really want to get my options settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing about being up there making decisions is a draining process, if it is not about making the right decision, it is about why a decision is to be made, and finally how to translate a decision into a series of action and the course of action to be taken.  Seriously i am a bit tired with this.  Maybe it is just me , but there are alot of things that I dont see eye to eye up till now.  Perhaps it is just about the tipping point that will move things to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that i turned my back on remaining in familiar ground 3 years back and moving to a new environment for it gave me the courage to try again.  A aprt of me had been dead as a result of this, the sense of belonging.  Maybe with the benefit of hindsight, this had been a good training ground for me but there is still something that up till now i have been having difficulties reconciling.. people called it pride but it is about ownership and the sense of "pride" of your own work.  Sadly these feeling of achievement had been strongly lacking for the past few years.  It had become more of a job and a task to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about being there at the middle is that you are judged by people and at the same time you must judge others.  A bad judgement of those who you are supposed to judgement translate to your capabilities as a leader which in turn will affect the way people judged you.  In a no win situation, the exasperating thing is to do the role of the bad guy.  Maybe it is just me but I hate the idea of doing the judging.  This is my 3rd year doing this, and I am still uncomfortable with that.  The worst is when things is about "who" rather than "what", that is when this job become tougher. I am tired about this more than anything.  Give me the judging of a student, give me the judging of a class anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is time to make a decision about things.  Let hope God will answer my prayers for a solution. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-2792142293519751433?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/2792142293519751433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=2792142293519751433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/2792142293519751433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/2792142293519751433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-in-my-head-in-midst-of-marking.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-4287932318057091863</id><published>2008-03-16T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:01:59.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The one with the first month celebration preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i knew it , the one week holidays had come and go.  As i busied myself typing and tidying all the loose ends of stuff before the mad rush tomorrow, my wife reminded me that we need to prepare for xuan xuan's first month celebration. Not that I did not have a good rest, althogh I have been spending time at home, but helping to look after the number 2 in the family dont really quantify as a restful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 2 weeks time, my baby boy is going to be one month old.  after much deliberation and consideration, we finally decided to call him "Ng Jing Xuan Varick"  黄靖轩  After also much deliberation, we decided to use the original spelling of the name Varick instead of variant such as Verrick and Verick and Veric.  The name Varick stand for a defender who defend and hopefully he will live up to the name literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the really uninitiated, it is customary that 1st month celebration for babies are celebrated with apblomb, to tell the world that the baby is strong and healthy, to tell the world that the mum can go out, and start bingeing on Macdonalds and wearing her slinky dresses and strappy heels.  But then again I digress.  As a result, I decide to arrange for 2 sessions, a buffet lunch in the afternoon for our colleagues and friends and a buffet dinner for our relatives.  This promised to be a long day for us in 2 weeks time.  After looking at the myriad of menus of food and stuff, I was confounded with an equally perplexing task of arranging timeslot ( yes you read this correctly) a la school's meet the parents session ( in this case meet the baby session) so that I will not have a situation when I have too many guests and unable to entertain them at the same time.  However my missus also reminded me to be "extra careful' when arranging some of the ex colleagues and the present colleagues.  This is just in case that I may, or they may accidentally blurt out things which was not meant to be heard by the public ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this whole thing is more stressful that whether to have teriyaki chicken wings or pizza bauguettes.  Back to the drawing board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-4287932318057091863?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/4287932318057091863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=4287932318057091863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4287932318057091863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4287932318057091863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-with-first-month-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-1923808347403928507</id><published>2008-03-01T17:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:09:00.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new addition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The one with the baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;according to the script, Varick was born on 28 february 2008 after much anticipation.  I was wide awake and had a hard time trying to get to sleep on the night before.  Woke up at 4am and had difficulties falling asleep again.  Maybe it is the 2nd time jitters of being a dad again.  Decided to watch the movie "indiana Jones and the last crusade" a movie shot eons ago, with a dash of adventure and appropriately depicted the relationship between the Snr Jones and the younger Indiana Jones.  Having a boy is going to change the way I manage the family and of course him. Well I guess that is part of the challenge for me in 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, both boy and mum are fine after the operation and Varick ( Veric or Verrick, we havent really made up our mind which variant to use) was born at 1056 am and I was busy smsing everyone I know to spread the good news.  I thank all the avalanche of good news from all my good friends, ex colleagues, family members and colleagues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway enough of all the blogging.  I think the most important thing is to show all how the little guy look like...As a result of me been more awake than I was when Vernice was born, I was able to take a video of him and of course do some dummy-proof editing on my macbook,  Thus decided to "show-off" my skills and do a edited video of him been born at the operating table.  Not for the faint-hearted. Without further ado, I introduce to all of you - Varick Ng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-63158ad9c6c78141" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63158ad9c6c78141%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333419824%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21C49BBCB727225B47CFB74F267C96810C822FA4.49C2D3893681AD86949AD0678FC1C62323C19148%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63158ad9c6c78141%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkrEEa5KX_2PhZ3btpC5Hpocga0U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63158ad9c6c78141%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333419824%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21C49BBCB727225B47CFB74F267C96810C822FA4.49C2D3893681AD86949AD0678FC1C62323C19148%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63158ad9c6c78141%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkrEEa5KX_2PhZ3btpC5Hpocga0U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who have given the video a skip, I have included pictures of my baby boy.  See if the little fellow looks like papa or mama :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8kozJilLjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PHJSF2B6mvk/s1600-h/DSCF0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8kozJilLjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PHJSF2B6mvk/s320/DSCF0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172710506211126834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Vernice, the jie jie holding to Varick&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8kozpilLkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cBMqqbNOMXo/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8kozpilLkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cBMqqbNOMXo/s320/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172710514801061442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cute baby.. see the curly hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8ko0JilLlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VUCyyb6Js6M/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8ko0JilLlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VUCyyb6Js6M/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172710523390996050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pix was taken before the cleaning, wondering why he is frothing in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8ko0ZilLmI/AAAAAAAAAII/k39P2QuRfZk/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8ko0ZilLmI/AAAAAAAAAII/k39P2QuRfZk/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172710527685963362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy and Varick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8ko05ilLnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vfLPFeyZ7MY/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8ko05ilLnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vfLPFeyZ7MY/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172710536275897970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy with Varick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! will post more when i have the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-1923808347403928507?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/1923808347403928507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=1923808347403928507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1923808347403928507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1923808347403928507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-with-baby-according-to-script.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R8kozJilLjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PHJSF2B6mvk/s72-c/DSCF0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-4235135176086498691</id><published>2008-01-26T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:37:50.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One with the O Level Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have tons to things to blog... and i can finally find the opportunity to do so... I am in an unusually bubbly mood since the start of the year.  and that had been my new year resolution- to be optimissitic... daunting task but I believe in my usual optimisstic tone it should be doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The O levels results was released on Thursday and I was surprised that I had a sleepless night the night before.  Actually for those who know me, it is really an overstatement, I had a fitful sleep and woke up looking like the "thing" will smith kill during "I am legend".  Well behind the shagged look and the bloodshot eyes, I was worried for  my sec 5 class, worried if they will be able to clear the hurdle and move to the next lap of their tertiary education.  My sentiments were shared by my co form teacher a young malay teacher who is taking a graduating class for the first time.  As a Kp I got to know about the result as early as 8 am.  Counting the L1B4 and glancing through the summary report, the management heaved a sign of relief as we managed to do just as well as we did last year sans a couple of drop in percentage passes and distinctions.  My Sec 5 survived except 1, all except 1 made it to poly, and about 8 managed to get a grade good enough to go to a JC.  I was happy for them except for the poor student who had wasted his year in Sec 5.  ITE is now his only choice for an education.  I remember the teachers and even the Prinicpal tried so hard to get him to focus and study for exams.  His ability was not there and yet his attitude was lacking until it was a case of too late.  But like him, the school and I we had to move on to focus on the issue at hand, the next batch of sec 4 taking the exams at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised with our humanities results.  The results was an improvement from last year whether it is distinctions or percentage passes.  It also showed to me that I had a great department to work in.  The history unit had also done well and our MSG was actually better than the georgaphy unit for the combined humanities... it also proved to me that I have improved in my management of the department.   In my days in IJ my best results for hist humanities had been a impressive 47% distinction and 100% passes with my 15 girls form IK 2005 batch. There an then I thought my best results had passed me.  I never expected that in YTSS I was able to help the top band class achieve a 57% distinctions and 100% passes. And what had made this even more impressive was the fact that this was a full class of 33  students as compared to the 15 i had in 2005.  I was shocked and pleased... I guess it also tell me, that where I go, I can do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see what 2008 had to offer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-4235135176086498691?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/4235135176086498691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=4235135176086498691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4235135176086498691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4235135176086498691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-with-o-level-results-yeah-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-1500157821424330124</id><published>2007-12-31T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:14:17.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The One about the New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2 hours time, we ill say goodbye to 2007 and say hello to 2008! How time flies... this is also the time that all students and teachers alike dread, the morning rush, the last minute rushing of the holiday homework which was supposedly to be done like a month plus ago. In fact I am surprised that I am not really suffering from the "back-to-school" syndrome... maybe it is just because I was not really on a break this 2 months. While my colleagues who came back from holidays struggle to get back the momentum of work.. I am but preparing for my first day of school.. sadistically excited about going through another year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague in school decided to say good bye to the teaching profession today. I dont blame her for the short notice... Things had in fact not been going well for her. She was perceived by the management of not performing up to expectations and the management felt the need to help her. But of course through the process of constant and vigilant monitoring, more and more inadeuacies were "discovered" and bigger and bigger issues were magnified. In fact when one come under the microscope of the management, it is almost impossible that any speck of error can be swept literally under the carpet. I agreed wholly that there is a need for teachers to be almost saintly and error-free but there is always a point of time that we err as we are but children of god. But as it always say, "with greta pay come great responsibilities". While the government tried to increase pay to commensurate the amount of work that we are doing ( which i think is more for the keeping of talented teachers who were disillusioned with the profession.. seriously what make them think that by increasing our pay will help... we are already doing far beyond what we are paid to do... I believe more teachers would prefer to have either 1) lesser work to justify the present salaries we are getting... or 2) higher salaries to commemnsurate the work that we are doing now) but sad to say , with more pay, they expected all of us to do more work... and with more work that is when we all get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit down in front of my laptop, I decided that it would be a good time to pen down my thoughts for 2007 before the year come to a close.  Let's hope the new year will be a good one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-1500157821424330124?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/1500157821424330124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=1500157821424330124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1500157821424330124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1500157821424330124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-about-new-year-in-2-hours-time-we.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-4814050840716442712</id><published>2007-12-17T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:39:57.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hifi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My new (erm old) hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Vernice came on board and literally became the third party in our family and bed, the bed had been pretty much a place to sleep ( wink wink... it must be the late night and the excess caffeine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my little princess came to our family, mrs ng had been trying very hard to be a good mother, to the extent that she forgot her other duties like careerwoman, daughter, daughter in law and of course a wife.  But forgive my chauvinistic comments and let me get to the crux of today topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been a music fanatic, and although i am not musically inclined, I am proud to say that i have always pride myself with my taste for music and of course my constant exposure to different genre of music - classical, opera, techno, acid jazz, pop, rock etc.  And as i started to explore more music stuff, i see the need to have a proper system to play my music that i like. and behold.... i invested on a new sound system, and put it in my spare room as my little sanctuary.  It is a place where I spend my relaxation time away from the stress of work and nothing beat playing a cd and hear sheer musical poetry coming from the speakers.  It is a divine feeling and i have never regretted this path of no return.  Although i must say that it has been an expensive hobby which I never thought I would put in so much time, money and effort in it.  But then again, the satisfaction of seeing all the musical components, from the cd player/ turntable, to the pre amplifier, to the power amplifier and finally to the speakers, connected by the choice of speakers cables, interconnects and of course the power cables and hearing the music is a great feeling.  I have only been fiddling with hifi for about a year and it has been a great learning curve for me.  And i agree that this had given me new zest ( sadly not in my work).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said... a tour of my humble system :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R2aU615iK7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kQDdGbzIaE4/s320/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144963362939087794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to convert the small unused room to accommodate my system.  Luckily for me, mrs ng had been supportive.  She rather have me in the room than gallivanting outside :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R2aTxl5iK4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/SSjGNCbFd1w/s320/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144962104513670018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a super audio cd player which weight almost 12 kg!  It is a japanese made marantz player and i really got this for a bargain from a fellow hifi enthusiast who wanted to upgrade to a better system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R2aTyF5iK6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/XW8XoocSRAg/s320/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144962113103604642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;This turntable is a vintage one and i had a hard time looking for it.  This is almost 20 years old but it still spin like a brand new one.  Like old records, vintage turntables and music are still the older the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R2aTx15iK5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/TEL4UBwQPDo/s320/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144962108808637330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;The equipment above are ( from top left, clockwise) the pre amplifier, the phono amplifier and the power amplifier.  For the uninitiated, the phono amplifier is the one that convert the signals from the turntable, the pre amplifier is the one to convert the signal from the cd player which is transmitted to the power amplifier and then to the speakers.  That how the sound is produced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;With the maid coming into the picture, I had to give up my room for her quarters.  Better enjoy the room while it last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-4814050840716442712?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/4814050840716442712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=4814050840716442712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4814050840716442712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4814050840716442712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-erm-old-hobby-since-vernice-came.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/R2aU615iK7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kQDdGbzIaE4/s72-c/DSC00449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-4432116638205172646</id><published>2007-12-17T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:08:36.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new addition'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The One about another new "addition to the family"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few days, my wife and myself will be embarking on a search journey- to find a FDW for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated the FDW stands for Foreign Domestic Worker or commonly known as the maid. I am afraid that with my number 2 coming into the picture, both of us, with our hectic lifestyles and working schedule can no longer just depend on my mum to look after Vernice, "Varick"* ( yah, I know this is just at the moment thingy) and of course our very own Trafford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this search, initially on the internet, had exposed us to much horror stories of 1) horrible maids, 2) horrible employers, and 3 ) horrible maid agencies. It had instead brought out more stressed in a less stressful holiday period, the exact opposite that the FDW should be doing. Staring through the computer screen, as i was sieving through the tons of information, accolades, abuses and the biodata of the maids and the agencies, i was overwhelmed by the stacks and stacks of details which required me to sit back and reevealuate the whole entire situation. There are the procedures (official and unofficial) of what to look out for in a maid agency, there ar the things to do, the criteria to look out for, things to ask etc etc.The list is really long and exhasting (not exhaustive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do understand that relationship between people are fated in some ways or another, and thus it all depended on how it work out when we meet, but these stuff had undoubtably make me do a second take on the maid issue. Well as the famus saying goes, come what may... hopefully I have not done too much bad things to suffer from bad maid karma. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-4432116638205172646?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/4432116638205172646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=4432116638205172646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4432116638205172646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4432116638205172646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-about-another-new-addition-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-2674925821469617834</id><published>2007-12-14T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:57:49.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;School and Crazy Telemarketers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i got my macbook back today :)  It felt so handicapped without the flexibility of online world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went back to school today for my CCA - basketball.  I must say that I am slowly getting closer to my girls.  Maybe it is because for the past few sessions, they have been seeing me :P  I guess it gave a whole new meaning to "frequency breeds familiarity".  Spend the whole morning tidying my already very tidy table.  I just hope I have the perseverance to keep it up when the mad rush starts in a few weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway with the festive season coming and the fattening of the pockets with the end of the year bonus, it is no wonder the telemarketers are working overtime with the well rehearsed sales speeches to get one to subscribe to a new credit card and/or credit line.  For the past 3 weeks or so, I have received like a zillion calls from people who had this great promotion of a new card, which is like the 2345,3748 th card that I got from that particular bank.  If it is not irritaing enough, apparently they do not keep track of the people they had called and kenna scolded and in a few weeks time, they are again back in their ever chirpy tone asking you to subscribe to a new card which you had said no to a few week ago.  As part of the retribution of rejecting one bank, the other banks "conspired" to call you one after another. And I had to waste valuable time just saying "no" to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not for the telemarketer, it would be this stupid chinese woman scam who tell you that you have won 1st/2nd/3rd (delete whichever not applicable) prize and you are to collect it.  I had some fun of my own a couple of days back when i was getting some books from kinokuniya when this particular chinese lady called.  Seeing an "unknown number" on my hp, i pick it up.  Below is an extract of the conversation. (For the anglophiles, I have translated the whole conversation into english)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Harlow ( in my most bored tone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady: (in a chipmunky excited voice) hello, is that mr ng wei kwang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Yes speaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady:  Mr Ng, I am calling regarding the survey you did the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady:  Mr Ng, you have won 3rd prize! they are calling out your number here at the genting convention centre.  Where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I am here! I am here!  I am walking to the podium now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady : (silence)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes Yes YEs I have won!  I am walking over now, did you see me, I am waving to you, yes, me in the blue polo shirt I am coming over now, wait wait wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dead tone on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway after that silly bout of fun, I found out that there were other mean ways to deal with them.  Actually i was inspired by this youtube video.  It is really great.. Enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/un_PjRXV5l8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/un_PjRXV5l8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-2674925821469617834?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/2674925821469617834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=2674925821469617834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/2674925821469617834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/2674925821469617834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/12/school-and-crazy-telemarketers-i-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-3393890004775140068</id><published>2007-12-13T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:37:32.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Randoms thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months plus is a long time for not blogging...&lt;br /&gt;well just to add an entry before this blog really goes into cyber obscurity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had been a very quiet and uneventful holiday for me.  While all of my colleagues are overseas to recharge their batteries to prepare for the next year of mad rush, I am stuck in Singapore preparing for my long overdue dissertation.  Not that i anm really in the mood to do so... but I got to start sometime if I dont want my masters to expire...&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just some random updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the arrival of a new born babe&lt;br /&gt;My no. 2 will be coming soon.. sooner than I thought. 28 February 2008, mark that on the calendar as I anticipate his arrival.  Anirresponsible parent I am, and of course showing favouritism, I have not thought of the name for him.  Actually I had a girl name for my number 2, but I was half expecting a boy.  Wanted to have a sister for vernice and called her veralyn and guess I got to keep that name in hiatus.  To continue with the V tradition, I am thinking of calling him "Varick" not that there are any good boy names that's start with V - Vernon being out for peculiar morbid singaporeanish reasons.  I initiatlly wanted to call him "Eljiah" but received some not very favourable feedback from the non-catholic friends who claimed that it sound a bit "indianised".  Guess "voldermort" would also not go well with the harry potter fans.  Well back to the drawing board and wait for a bright idea to strike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the move to the light side&lt;br /&gt;as part of my self imposed detention in singapore during this holiday, i decided to spend the money supposedly to go overseas to get a new gadget for myself - toys if you need to know.  I was contemplating on 1) x box 360, PS 3 or even a wii but i guess getting all these stuff who really make it even more difficult for me to settle down to do my research.  Tempted by Steve Job ingenious convert ads, I got myself a macbook.  Yes I am a converted apple junkie.  the mac os is so intuitive and easy to use, at least i am not confronted with the bloody blue screen every now and then.  Paid 2 grand for this sleek white baby and immediately plonked in another half a grand on accesories to make it look even cooler.  Well so far for 3 week plus, it had been great until last night when the stupid keyboard goes bonkers and i had to end it for repair.  guess machines are just as unpredictable after all, whether they are white or black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My outlook to life&lt;br /&gt;with my baby, spending more time with tem had become a bigger priority, in fact since the no.2 came about, i have been seriously evaluating my priorities on my career.  I know people wanted opportunities to move up the ladder of success, but my priorities seesm to have shifted.  Maybe I have gotten sick of all those politicking, bitchslapping stuff and wanted to have more time for myself and my family.  Recently I have witnessed the change of people when power started to "corrupt" them.  It is sad to see that young people who got overwhelmed by power and the way they behaved as a result of the power they think they possess.  i remember when I left IJ, a colleague gave me a advice that never to let power corrupt me and up till now, I still hold this mantra close to my heart.  Maybe seeing it from a third person view allowed me to have a better perspective of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to blog more often now hopefully before the avalanche of work come piling in again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-3393890004775140068?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/3393890004775140068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=3393890004775140068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/3393890004775140068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/3393890004775140068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/12/randoms-thoughts-3-months-plus-is-long.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-6632869108601369207</id><published>2007-08-29T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:40:44.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;The One about the students nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard a conversation between 2 very senior teachers in the school regarding students' sense of gratitude.  As you already know in a couple of day time, the students will be showing their appreciation to the teachers in a one day one off event known as teachers' day.  In the spirit of the school, where they focussed so much on helping the students and teaching the students the right values ( read right values in the eyes of the managment) it was no surprise that the conversation came about.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently every year around this time, all the students will be given a piece of paper for them to write down their vote for the most caring teacher.  they are to write down why that particular teacher deserved the award, by stating &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;specifically&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what the teacher have done.   For example,hypothetically, Student A feel that Teacher X is a good teacher, A must write down why he/she feel this way such X is a very caring teacher, on 27 July, he consoled me when I did badly for my test and encourage me to work harder.  For this I am eternally grateful. Interestingly for all the things and effort that the teachers had done tohelp the sec 4s and 5s, there had been a shortage of entries from the sec 4 and 5 cohort.  This apparently upset the people on the top who described this as act of "lacking in gratitude" and in fact the students will be given a speaking to the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;What is so interesting about this episode.  in my view, there are a couple of interesting facts that surface:&lt;br /&gt;1) What we have done for the students had not really impacted/impressed them.  All the teachers in the school work very hard for the students, this I can testify, which is interesting.  is it because their perception of what is good for them is different from what we feel that is good for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Are our students ingrates?  just because they didnt take this special day to thank the teachers, jsut because they did not write any good things about the teachers, just because of the whole multitude of issues in place?  I find it interesting.  i do admit that teachers do like the bit of acknowledgement that we have done something to a student's life and outlook,  but seriously  this whole paper chase thingy can be quite ridiculous at times.  Are we doing it for the sake of doing it?  Why cant we let the students do what they want to do. Why do we need to interfere in their free expressions of showing thanks to a teacher?  All of us in the teaching profession know that teaching is like putting money in a unit trust - in the short space of time, we will not be able to see the rewards.  infact it is more important to see the reward in the long term that we have actually put in the effort for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am saying may ruffle a few feathers, and I know people will be talking about my cynical approach but then, we are dealing with a new generation of students who ahve different approaches and view towards life.  Is it relevant to place the 1980s way of running and teaching values to the new millenium.  I think that is a food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this article which i believe was placed by a teacher in the class notice board, and i found it really relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES' SPEECH TO MT. WHITNEY HIGH SCHOOL in Visalia, California.&lt;br /&gt;Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice. Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 1: Life is not fair -- get used to it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping -- they called it opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you are. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After googling this on the web, i found out that  The text itself a pared-down version of an op-ed  &lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://www.ime.usp.br/%7Erbrito/teaching/mack/loo/interessante.html"&gt;op-ed piece&lt;/a&gt; that appeared in the San Diego Union-Tribune on September 19, 1996. It was written by &lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://www%2Dhoover.stanford.edu/bios/sykes.html"&gt;Charles J. Sykes&lt;/a&gt;, best known as the author of "Dumbing Down Our Kids: Why American Children Feel Good about Themselves, but Can’t Read, Write, or Add."  D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-6632869108601369207?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/6632869108601369207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=6632869108601369207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6632869108601369207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6632869108601369207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-about-students-nowadays-overheard.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-6653639275107092233</id><published>2007-08-02T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:34:25.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One about Ado about nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy  from my class who got into trouble last week was given a reprieve and send back to class this morning.  As the form teacher, i was given the special duty to escort him back to to class.  The DM clarified that the  issue had been resolved and he will be given his punishment in public in due course.&lt;br /&gt;As i walked him up to his classroom, the boy apologised profusely for being rude to me during that day of the incident.  I wondered whether it was a sign of resignation on my part, or that i have really forgiven him, i nodded silently and mumbled some words of encouragement and assurance about the class attitude and perception of him.  As he rejoined the class, there were a couple of odd stares from my class which I was quick to dismiss.  Seeing him settled and accounted for, I walked back to the staffroom, in deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I have no high hopes that the boy will be able to mend his relationship with the rest fo the class, and I am not sure if the class is willing to take in this loner who had so far rejected all their advances of a closer friendship.  But it is just another 2 months more, another 60 days, another 1440 hrs and all of them will be in the midst of their exams, in a couldnt care less about other people attitude.&lt;br /&gt;When will that day of reckoning come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-6653639275107092233?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/6653639275107092233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=6653639275107092233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6653639275107092233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6653639275107092233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-about-ado-about-nothing-boy-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-6197361579407007098</id><published>2007-07-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:15:08.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The One about one disappointment after another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to my eyeballs with things happening this week, it is hardly surprising that I am finding no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week had been an eventful week for me, especially with regards to my sec 5n form class.  The O levels are just 3 months away, the prelims are just about less than 1 month away and this should be the period of time where generally every going-to-graduate student were to stay out of trouble and focused on the most important thing in their lives- the o levels.  However apparently they felt that their form teacher, yours truly, apparently need some spices in his life, and there I was, trying to diffuse a fighting case that happened just outside the school.  Swear to confidentiality, i should not reveal too much of what exactly happen, but the kid was suspended from school for 2 days, and his future hang on a threat with the crime of rioting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell all of you how sick and tired I am as a result of all these nonsense that had happened in the school since I haved joined.  Many blogger colleagues bitched about irresponsible, incompetent, showoff colleagues who did nothing to help their kids, but merely trying to impress the management about the wonderful things that they were doing amidst the "actual" taching stuff that they should be doing.  At least they had kids who do sit in class and try in any semblance to pay attention.  As for me, it felt really disappointing that for what I have done, things had not gone really smooth for me especially the very thing that I should be excited and enthusiastic about - my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many of my kakis colleagues leaving, I am going to really a forlorn figure in the staffroom come 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am not enjoying my stint in management, I am disappointed with my classes, I have lost passion in teaching and I am losing my social support among my colleagues.  I think I badly need a break to reevaluate my priorities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-6197361579407007098?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/6197361579407007098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=6197361579407007098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6197361579407007098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6197361579407007098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-about-one-disappointment-after.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-4527157306438230903</id><published>2007-07-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:15:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;The One about making a mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several conversations with my coffee drinking kakis in school surfaced this question - what am I good at?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I will refrain from that self condescending phrase that i am a good for nothing but I would rather look at the deeper meaning behind this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I good at? In school this is always a perennial question that we ask of ourself and sometimes unfairly imposed on some people. When we had an issue/problem ( read S*** ) which we need a fast remedy, there will always be a person that will come to mind. when we need a snazzy powerpoint lesson, when we need someone to host a certain event, when we need someone who got plenty of resources for music/food, when we need someone to plan a major event, inevitably names do pop up. It is the stereotype, but it is also the reputation that one had gained; it is the thing that one is good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told in a very un-"subtle" way that I am a "good for nothing"- of course I dont mean an imbecile, but rather someone who have not really find a niche for myself. I have yet to make a "mark" on things that the upper management wanted me to, but I seems to be making "dents" everywhere. Light ones, things that obviously showed my work but yet not big enough to creat any obvious visual impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to make a dent or mark so as to speak in the areas that I am supposed to. Maybe I am just a jack of all trade but master in none. I find it sad that for all the little dents, they were looking for marked improvement. The swashbuckling confidence had diminished and I realise I can never see myself as the person who came in this school as a leader. I have degenerated into a follower who have lost my direction. I can never put myself as the guru in my subject matter ( ironically) or even in National education a portfolio which I am given. The little dents made hardly create a ripple. And sometimes big marks will require not just perservance but also the preparedness of the tsunami that come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I really good at? Maybe you people would know. Maybe you people can tell me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-4527157306438230903?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/4527157306438230903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=4527157306438230903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4527157306438230903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/4527157306438230903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-about-making-mark-several.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-1602259030972457620</id><published>2007-07-12T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:24:24.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One about being treated seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently it has been very very difficult to get people to treat me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if this comment is made in a good or bad sense.  It is nice to know that I have this penchant to make people laugh by giving my 2 cents worth of comments in almost every thing that is happening in school.  I am those people who people would refer to as "benjamin" in Animal farm - the cynical donkey, but with a dash of humour and sarcasm which never failed to crack people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I wondered if this is something that people failed to treat me seriously as a KP as it is very very important that I have the credibility (with the capital "C") so that people would take my comments seriously and act on it, and not think that I was merely joking.  Sometimes been too affable and too funny make it even more difficult for me to carry out my "ruthless" implementation of policies as I am just sometimes, plainly speaking, too nice at times.  As a leader it is important that i show that I am the boss and most importantly I mean what I say, and my crazy nature just failed to put this across at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAybe I should just try to start anew in a new place where I can really be treated seriously.  Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-1602259030972457620?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/1602259030972457620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=1602259030972457620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1602259030972457620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1602259030972457620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-about-being-treated-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-8835544887183656695</id><published>2007-07-04T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:29:11.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;About Potatoes and Burdens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the broadcast on the school PA system, there was a story which caught my attention.  It was about the story of a teacher, who asked his student to bring a sack of potatoes and a empty bag to school. He told the students to think of a person who they bear a grudge or had hurt them or someone they can't forgive and based on the amount the hatred and put a comparable size of a potato in the empty sack.  After the students were given time to think and do the activity, many students had bags full of potatoes.  The teacher asked the students tocarry the bag otatoes with them everywhere they go, even to the loo or the bathroom.  It was a heavy burden, and most important it was hurting and tirign to carry it around, not the say the embarassment of carrying it around even on the bus or to class.  At the end of it, as the days goes by, the bag started to smell as the potatoes turn soddy and smelly. The students were in fact glad that at the end of the week.  This story had a direct relation to what we are and how we behave. Many a time, we are unable to let go and allowed our hatred to be a burden to us, which we carried from place to place.  We thought that forgiveness was something good for the other parties, however, this example show that forgiveness is actually for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so strongly about the story because recently I was consumed by anger and my words were peppered with sarcasm.  My inapporpriate comments and jokes became my defence mechanism to re-direct any negativity aimed at me.  I felt that someone up there ( and that I dont mean the upper management) intended me to hear this story and let me let go of that hatred that is affecting and consuming me.  I am glad that it happened today but then again the incident that happens to me let me reevaluate my priorities and my future direction.  At least I know what I would be doing in the short term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat each difficulty like a tennis ball coming to your side of the court, just keep hitting them back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-8835544887183656695?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/8835544887183656695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=8835544887183656695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/8835544887183656695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/8835544887183656695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/07/about-potatoes-and-burdens-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-5917845452384756516</id><published>2007-06-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:33:38.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leaving on a Jet Plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving to Yunnan in about 26 hours time.  Rest assured it is not migration.&lt;br /&gt;It is the obligatory fieldtrip that I have to do as a middle management.  This year i was throw the mantle of being the overall in charge of the fieldtrip to Lijiang china, taking care of almost 37 students and also 4 of my colleagues who have so courageously joined me either out of duty, or pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months of hard work, ding-dong over the choice of teacher chaperones and almost many changes to the teachers going, I am finally embarking on my trip, rest assured that my teachers are all ready to go.  I remember 2 years back I was supposed to go on a fieldtrip to Yunnan with the Ij girls but had to pull out the last minute as I was really sick then.  It seems like it had gone 1 round backa nd 2 years back I am going back to China again, albeit in another school, with a new set of colleagues and a new group of student from a new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I was really getting nostaglic as I typed the post, but do rest assured I am happily settled in my new school.  I have found new friends and confidantes in my new colleagues who do shared the same passion as I. It is so weird that after gripeing about it for almost a year ago, I am now really to just move on and continue to do my best for the school and for the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a different set  of students as my form class, the 5N which is the flagship for our results in the O level.  management do really have a lot of confidence in me, and I must say that it was a really eye opener to try to motivate and work with students which is in my opinion, trying in ability and attitude.  These few days I was in and out of the P office as my perennial underachievers were given the mandatory meet the principal session with their parents.  Tears shed, angry words exchange and the unfolding of family melodrama within the small cubicle of the Principal office.  It was emotionally draining sessions one after another as my co form and I stepped in and out of the P office again.  deep down we hope the scolding would turn them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my 5 year wedding anniversary, and it is hurting to leave my wifey and baby.  But responsibility is responsibility.  As I dust off my luggage and backpack, and started the process of packing, i prayed that the next 7 days would be smooth sailing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-5917845452384756516?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/5917845452384756516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=5917845452384756516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/5917845452384756516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/5917845452384756516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/06/leaving-on-jet-plane-i-am-leaving-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-8507189529771689197</id><published>2007-04-05T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:09:39.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Mid Term Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the time of the year again, when the frantic search for materials and sources to set the mid year examination papers.  After the school long and stressful EV ( external Validation), teachers are going back to the huff and puff of setting paper, screaming at students and losing their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our school, the teachers are governed by a set of basics which is pretty much like the corporate values of companies.  In my department because of the vigour of the setting and papers ( excellence being our pursuit), we always end up setting a very difficult paper.  In fact we actually punned the basics for teachers (Leave no child behind) to change it to fit the Humanities Department (leave no child alive) Yes and that tell you how difficult the paper is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for the teachers happy setting, and for the students, happy mugging...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-8507189529771689197?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/8507189529771689197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=8507189529771689197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/8507189529771689197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/8507189529771689197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/04/mid-term-blues-it-is-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-3263133170863593947</id><published>2007-03-17T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:36:23.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One about the hiatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not blogged for almost a month.   I guess I am just caught up with my work and of course my family.  Blogging had become secondary to what I am doing now.  Hopefully now I will be able to find the renewed zest to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have not been blogging, I have been keeping myself updated with the blogs of my students and my fellow teacher comrade-in-arms.  Just to put down some random thoughts for the past 1 month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) CNY&lt;br /&gt;This year my preparation of almost 60 angpows came to a waste as there were less than 10 Ij ex-students who were able to visit me during that period.  Blame it on the JC common test schedule which was right after the CNY.  Guess I will be keeping all the angpows for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My frustrations with work so far&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly the new term had actually started pretty well and I am having an "enjoyable" time with my new 5N form class.  Perhaps it is the maturity of the kids ( yah it take them 5 years in a neighbourhood school to be considered mature)  I didnt really enjoy my sec2 form class last year.  found it extrememly difficult to communicate to them.  But I am glad that this year had set out on the right footing.  I have come to terms with the fact that i have a new reporting officr and so far our relationship have been amiable to say the least.  I am looking at this collaboration as strictly professional and will be glad to see the end of it the sooner of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that all I have to update for now... Let hope the momentum will be sustained..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-3263133170863593947?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/3263133170863593947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=3263133170863593947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/3263133170863593947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/3263133170863593947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-about-hiatus-i-have-not-blogged-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-911729914714212911</id><published>2007-02-06T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:27:16.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One with the Wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the type of gathering with ex colleagues that I would never like to attend. An ex-colleague husband passed away in a freak sailing accident. Upon receiving the sms early yesterday morning, I was still in a state of disbelief, thinking if it might be an early april fool joke. My doubts were confirmed with an sms from another ex-colleagues who certified the piece of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was spent at St Joseph Church, Many of my ex colleagues whom I have not seen for months were there. But the expressions were solemn. As I walked to the altar to pay my respect, there cut a forlorn figure. Her expressions were hollow and she looked extemely pale.  We did not exchange any words, but rather I extended out my arms and hug her, telling her that everything will be fine.  In that few seconds, I can only feel her hold tightening and i could sense the sadness she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to see her in that state, for she was always the bubbly, fun loving colleague who dont mind being poked fun at.  I guess those who were there especially the throes of ex-students, friends would be saddened to see her in this state.  It was nice to see her ex students of so many batches who made the effort to come to the wake at such short notice.  I believed her late husband would be comforted by the fact that she will be cared by the many still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the general mood, maybe it was the venue, but most of us were seated silently.  A flurry exchange of words, and of course questions on the cause of death.  Many present were just as puzzled as me, and the conversations got more confusing and left many more questions.  But then seriously what is the point of pursuing this since it is all over?  The dead is gone, it is most important how the living continue to live.  Knowing the school, they will give support to her to get her to tide over this.   I know it is difficult and painful to lose a loved one, albeit in such a sudden way. All I pray is that she will be able to be strong for her 3 children, and be strong for those who have loved and comforted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(PS for those who would like to attend the wake, please do so before thursday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-911729914714212911?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/911729914714212911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=911729914714212911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/911729914714212911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/911729914714212911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-with-wake-this-was-type-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-1892097848486655377</id><published>2007-01-30T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:02:22.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The One with the SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down with flu, and a sexy voice. Topping that, I have this irritating itchy throat which make this annoying cough with saliva all over the classrooms that i visited today. As a result of my casual manner of leaving watery evidence all over place, I got a file of peons who are coughing all the way. Thus I decided to see the doctor in case I incapacitated the entire teaching communtiy in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the teachers in the school are also in a similar state as me.  The absenteeism rate for the teachers had not reached a point for cause of concern.  On an average , the gungho teachers in the school are really trying their best to come to school to deliver the lessons.  Never mind the coughing, never mind the flu, the sniffing of the noses and the sneezing.  Most important, the students have to be taught and lessons still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious there are times I wondered not at why the teachers are falling sick, but why the management dont realise that there are so many sick cases because of things in the school.   I came back from my reservist and was immediately struck by the low morale and negativity in the school.  Yes low morale do breed low immunity which lead to sickness and illness and of course lead to MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues are happy to see me, for I do try to see myself as someone to lighten the mood and lift the morale.  I made nonsensical remarks, send words of encouragement and concern, and most importantly sharing a joke or two.  I guess I am more of a people person and enjoy the fact that i can make a difference in a person life, even that of a stressed teacher.  Management are too high up in their helicopter view, middle management are too caught up in the middle to please everyone.  well someone have to do the work to lift the morale.   If someone have to do it, why don't I be the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! (even though I may be giving the impression to many people that I have nothing better to do...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-1892097848486655377?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/1892097848486655377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=1892097848486655377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1892097848486655377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1892097848486655377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-sick-i-am-down-with-flu-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-8549803291809354044</id><published>2007-01-26T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:28:45.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The One with the flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said laughter is infectious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is the damn flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn the SAF protocol of getting the IPPT 2.4km run to be done within an hour after completing the static stations.  It is certainly not cool to run in the drizzle. And it is certainly not cool to be down with the damn flu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-8549803291809354044?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/8549803291809354044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=8549803291809354044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/8549803291809354044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/8549803291809354044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-flu-they-said-laughter-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-386407680088325359</id><published>2007-01-26T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:25:48.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The one about the end of a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird sense of separation depression. but then again who doesn't ? you know when you feel unrationally upset when you are throwing away the stack of history notes from university, or when you have to discard the old t-shirt which you had worn or the old swatch watch which can no longer tell greenwich time. i guess i am what people call as the old school romantic, those who just have the needy sense of trying to hold on to the past so as to make sense in the future. As I said it was plainfully obvious (to others) that my feel is not going to be reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a loyal M1 customer, I had always stuck by them since they started business in singapore. Being one of the first few to hop onto the already defunct CDMA network and carrying the obiang sony cdma phone, I have been a loyal customer who bunked at the idea of total corporate bigots and of course a cool supporter of the "david vs the goliath" thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was tempted by the new MIO plan that was offered by Singtel. After watching the news, the various advertisements on tv and papers and much intense research on the net and numerous phonecall to friends, supporters and detractors alike. I was half tempted to "jump ship" to take up a singtel line since I am already a singnet user and I do have a residental line at home. However there was this sentimental part of me to end this relationship.   I was hoping to get the telco to make an attempt to at least try to keep me by enticing me with offers such as hp upgrades etc. ( it works for the credit card annual fees)  Thus in a last bid to save the relationship, I gave a phone call to M1 customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1: Hi this is XXX, welcome to M1, how may i assist you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, I was wondering if I were to switch to singtel what is the procedure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( seconds of anticipation..... the desperate need to be hold back...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1: oh it is actually quite simple sir, may i know if you have any contract left with M1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No actually, I was actually in two minds whether to continue with a new M1 contract or to move to a new service provider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1: oh i see, to move to singtel is actually quite simple, all you have to do is to terminate the line with m1 and sign up with singtewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But i am unwilling to give up my present number, can i keep this number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1: yes you can , there is this number port system which will trransfer all the call to your new number, it is quite hassle free. sir would you like me to terminate this line for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: let me think about it thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1: Thanks for calling M1. Have a nice day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended the phone call, "heartbroken" especially hearing those such "callous" remarks, such heartlessness.  Aall my loyalty and my devotion all gone to waste. I have to say I am "hurt" by the comments, how superficial this relationship is..... especially after standing by them for the past 6 years or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024239271697387490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/Rbmu_4AXD-I/AAAAAAAAABA/f0FCl4DtFJ8/s320/m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am now sporting a new K800i phone, you can still reach me on my M1 number, but you will receive a sms or call  from me in another weird number, yah that is my new singtel line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-386407680088325359?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/386407680088325359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=386407680088325359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/386407680088325359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/386407680088325359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-about-end-of-relationship-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/Rbmu_4AXD-I/AAAAAAAAABA/f0FCl4DtFJ8/s72-c/m1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-1453839327799170064</id><published>2007-01-12T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:10:17.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;The One with the Red Tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a head/middle management, what is most frustrating is that the seemingly helplessness that one encountered when implementing policies and programmes.  Perhaps it is the general culture of the school but there was no delegation of power.  Many a time, we are merely carrying out the wishes of the establishment to carry out certain ideas and plans, as mindless pawns to shout out command to our teachers.  And the irritating thing is that we are perceived by the teachers as being indecisive when we do know what are the things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frustrating thing about being a middlemanagement - you can't have a meeting with your members until you clear it with the upper management.  How is that for red tape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... things just can't be done when my hands are tied....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-1453839327799170064?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/1453839327799170064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=1453839327799170064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1453839327799170064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1453839327799170064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-red-tape-as-headmiddle.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-3626904971172820731</id><published>2007-01-08T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:40:33.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The One with the overwhelming feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is day 1 of week 2.  And I already have this sinking feeling of this "pig"usting year.  The term had started expectedly hectic and there were deadlines, workplan, action palns, schemes of work, schedules of implementation and of course te whole hurrah of meeting new students, setting the tone, setting the expectations, collecting of money, marking of attendance, collecting of holiday assignments, dealing with errant cases.  I have already been leaving school at close to 7 pm.  I guess more to come soon.  And the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the -what-i-thought-was-a-damn-hectic-year honeymoonly first year in school, I was mildly shocked to see myself with a bountiful of responsibilities and new appointment for the year 2007.  Infact I felt like being hit by an avalanche of tasks which no doubts have given me something really no time to think about.  Let me just spelt out my workload and responsibilties for the purpose of proper documentation for workreview in afew time.  I am teaching 4 levels- sec 1 history, 3 ss/history, 4 ss/history and 5 ss/history.  with sec 1 being something entirely new to me and sec 3 with a change of syllabus, i am actually doing 5 preparations and almost for only 1 class in each level.  Given that sec 5 is our school flagship, i am entrusted with the holy responsibility of getting decent results for the combined humanities.  As for the sec 4, they are the best for the subject combination, and thus I am expected to produce the distinctions. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to further nurture my skills as a form teacher, I am given a sec 5 class as my form class.  And of course to make me more student oriented I am also thrusted into one of the more high profile ccas.  To dvelop my people managment skills, I am given 8 committees, heading 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if i dont screw up and survive this year, I should eb able to get a pretty decent grade for my ranking and also a fat bonus next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i survive...... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ergo One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-3626904971172820731?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/3626904971172820731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=3626904971172820731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/3626904971172820731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/3626904971172820731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-with-overwhelming-feeling-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-6565224950838061801</id><published>2006-12-22T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:34:42.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One about Korea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am back I have been catching up with my emails, tiding up the pictures ( yeah I have plans to make a calendar with the shots) clearing laundry ( damn the wet weather) catching up on local and international news ( the newspapers in Korea are all in Korean and I am illiterate) and of course palying with my baby girl Vernice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway just a picture which I felt was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011235497025118914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="350" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/RYt8IkYCosI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wwQjJOjETF8/s320/Korea011.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I should go and watch my Korean drama and eat my kimchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ego One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-6565224950838061801?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/6565224950838061801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=6565224950838061801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6565224950838061801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6565224950838061801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-about-korea-since-i-am-back-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bWl_IQQerOE/RYt8IkYCosI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wwQjJOjETF8/s72-c/Korea011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-8596102901156579423</id><published>2006-12-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:35:14.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;The One with the random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is 1am in the morning.  on MSN with a couple of ex colleagues. Was actually planning to get them out for supper at 12 in the morning, but decided against it, as I was comfortably sitting in my newly created hifi room enjoying my sound system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to leave for korea in about 20 hours time, and I find myself totally oblivious of what to expect when i reach there.  This has to count as the least prepared trip that i have taken since BC ( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;efore i embarked on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;areer)  Anyway I badly need the break before going back to the grind in about 2 weeks time.  Yes 2 weeks if you count the mandatory last week when we have to go back to school and prepare for all the jazz and stuff, well times really flies when you are idling. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I felt that i didnt waste this holiday.  I had a much shorter holiday, started only on 28 november due to some national obligations, I managed to finish my first draft of the report which would determined whether we have to go through the whole interview and site visit process in 2007.  But i guess deep inside I know that the school is not ready, and it woudl be a waste of manpower and effort.  But what the boss want, you just do.  Anyway isnt awards now a representation of the school worth - the more the merrier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should just enjoy my trip and worry about them when i come back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-8596102901156579423?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/8596102901156579423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=8596102901156579423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/8596102901156579423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/8596102901156579423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-with-random-thoughts-it-is-1am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-6036742660291783215</id><published>2006-12-02T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:42:17.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The One about when love first struck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to spend some time with my wifey since I was making good progress with my master assignment.  Knowing that there had been a change in operator at the heeren marche ( it was replaced by a new concept food centre known as the Village… YMCA…)  So decided to go with my wifey for a relaxing dinner from the usual babysitting chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a dinner at 6 plus at Orchard road on a friday evening seem to be relative early as it was barely packed at the village.  The admission was hassle free, no queue even at the pseudo looking Marche looking Village( they probably save up a lot on renovation… other than the signboard changes and the investment in the new uniform)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tucked in my delicious lamb stew, I happen to glance at a table about 6 meter away from the pizza counter.  There seated a family, a boy of 2 years old and a little girl who look like barely a year old.  Together with the maid, they were enjoying their dinner.  But what caught my attention was the mother.  She was dressed in a pair of dark red 3 quarter pants which was not at all flattering.  In a worn out t-shirt and equally unflattering flip flops, she started to look at the items on the menu board on top of the pizza counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked a tab plump, flabby arms and posterior not withstanding but the features were unmistakeable.  Her baby face look, her innocent look, the one that memerised me about 13 years ago.  The one who was so close to me when I was in my JC.  We would share a same walkman ( there was no mp3 player or ipod  or even discman then) as we sang to the tune of Liang Weng Fu ( a Singaporean composer).  She was my little baby sister who I always thought I will shield and protected.  She was the first girl who I would take a bus to my junior college when she was studying for her promos exam and send her back to Clementi and take the long bus trip back to toa payoh.  She was the one whom I waited for my visitation when I was in Nee Soon Camp for my Basic Military Training.  She was the one who I asked to go to the BMT Post-out-Parade (POP) and the one whom I asked to be my girlfriend on a romantic cruise.  She was the one whom my camp mates and my buddy said bring the sparkle in my eyes.  She was the one who I sang Rick Price’s “Heaven Knows” when I am having my shower which of course made my army mates cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife noticed that I was having that lost-in-space look and asked me if I am ok.  I was deep in thoughts and started to share with her during dinner.  I told her that she was the only case which I have absolute no idea why we broke up.  It happened so sudden.  She was having her A levels and told me that she would like to concentrate.  I was told not to call her for 2 months which I did as a dutiful boyfriend.  When I did call her 2 months later she was cold and our conversation become monosyllabic, to the extreme that there was awkward silence.  I remember when we last meet before the breakup at kallang bahru,she returned everything to me and said goodbye.  Even much persistent attempts to ask what went wrong, she left the KFC restaurant, the very one which we spend countless hours sharing our dreams together. To cap the lousy day, I was at Kallang watching the Musical “Cats” with an empty seat beside me.  Till now the song “Memory” still reminds me of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back I havent seen her for almost 10 years.  The last time I saw her was in my uni days.  in fact it was quite an awkward experience.  There I was, carrying my trusty haversack and she was at the canteen getting some food.  She said hi in her usual megawatt smile and ask me how's things.  without waiting for a reply, she walk past with a tray of food.  And that was the last time I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife may have never heard me talk about this.  Maybe it is just that unwritten rule not to talk about our exs.  But I guess with Vernice into the family and after 4 years of marriage, both of us are comfortable to accept and hear about how our journey of love  came to the point when we meet.  Ever as curious, she took some glances and even went to the extreme of walking near her so as to have a look of this girl who stole her husband teenage heart then.  In an egoistic and smirk look, she declared that she is better than her.  She even asked me in a surprising generous portion of generosity to go over and say hi, and bringing her along like some trophy of victory :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I had to admit she look really different. Being a mother of 2 apparently took toll on her.  In fact she look a little like the present day Chen Li Ping of then “Aiyoyo” fame.  I resisted to say hi even after much urging and egging by my wife.  I walked away, stealing glances at the picture of family bliss and contentment.  In fact at this point of time, I was wondering whether I should have just go over and say hi graciously, shake hand with her husband and played with her little ones.  Then I resisted this opportune moment.  Maybe it will take me another 10 years to see her again.  Maybe I will never know why we ended up breaking up.  But I am glad she was part of my life at some point of time and I am glad for the life that I have now.  Maybe it was just that we were all learning from each other to prepare ourselves for the persons that we are with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the only song I could think of was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我躲在车里&lt;br /&gt;手握著香槟&lt;br /&gt;想要给你&lt;br /&gt;生日的惊喜&lt;br /&gt;你越走越近&lt;br /&gt;有两个声音&lt;br /&gt;我措手不及&lt;br /&gt;只得楞在那里&lt;br /&gt;我应该在车底&lt;br /&gt;不应该在车里&lt;br /&gt;看到你们有多甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;这样一来&lt;br /&gt;我也比较容易死心&lt;br /&gt;给我离开的勇气&lt;br /&gt;他一定很爱你&lt;br /&gt;也把我比下去&lt;br /&gt;分手也只用了一分钟而已&lt;br /&gt;他一定很爱你&lt;br /&gt;比我会讨好你&lt;br /&gt;不会像我这样孩子气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe… Maybe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S my wifey think that I am getting into bout of depression....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-6036742660291783215?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/6036742660291783215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=6036742660291783215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6036742660291783215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6036742660291783215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-about-when-love-first-struck-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-7381821297510138420</id><published>2006-11-30T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:43:37.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The One about the top things teachers wish they could tell their students but can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from &lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com/html/article.php?sid=2032&amp;mode=thread&amp;amp;order=0"&gt;the talking cock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this really farni.. it is abit late though but I decided to add a little stuff of my own :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Actually, you’ll never need to know most of what I’m asked to teach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish they didn’t make you come to school either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wait till you see what I’ve written about YOU on MY blog – &lt;a href="http://www.siginnah.com"&gt;www.siginnah.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t take this the wrong way, but where your father and mother brother and sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I really wish you were as smart as you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You know, it’s true. You really don’t have to go to study hard and go to university. I did, and look at the crappy job I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Please don’t breed. Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jack Neo was wrong: you damn stupid (and you damn stupid too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Seriously you really think you are that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you are going to do something stupid like breaking the law or school rules, just dont get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  You make my life miserable and I promise I would make yours too, 10 times more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  If you think that you are going to be like Sim Wong Hoo, you are so damn wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  You are not stupid just intellectually challenged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.   "Idiot" is too nice a word for you, and so is "monkey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Seriously if you really feel that there is nothing to live for, go ahead and jump and commit suicide, I am not going to stop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything else to add?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-7381821297510138420?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/7381821297510138420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=7381821297510138420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7381821297510138420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7381821297510138420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-about-top-things-teachers-wish-they.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-1960400037294465268</id><published>2006-11-29T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:27:22.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The One with the Withdrawal Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I officially declared my holidays.  After been involved in official duty which earn me quite a good amount of money for the past 2 weeks, I finally felt a sense of loss when the team of teachers said goodbye to each other yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take care, Wei Kwang", "See You next year!"  It was interesting how all of us bonded in a space of 2 weeks cooped up in an airconditioned room for more than 8 hours daily, with of course a well deserved 1 hour lunch to Tiong Bahru Plaza ( SorryI have to put everything in codes as I was sworned to secrecy about my appointment... abit like 007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that this 2 weeks had kept me out of school that I now dread and of course extremely pissed off.  fFor 2007, I am going to just do my stuff, do my best and hope that I would not do career harakiri again with the next school I choose.  It has been a largely unappreciated and unmotivating and unhappy year for me, and I am so glad to see the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go back to school to do my CCA obligations. The next week the same until I leave for my Korea trip.  My concerned friends asked me to enjoy myself in Korea and look forward for next year.  Yes 2007 is something to look forward to. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-1960400037294465268?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/1960400037294465268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=1960400037294465268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1960400037294465268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1960400037294465268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-with-withdrawal-syndrome-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-2707925546625553044</id><published>2006-11-25T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:12:30.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Santa Claus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Vernice blog invasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy brought me out on a rare friday night excursion to Bishan Juncion 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was pretty intrigued by this fellow. In fact mummy was so amused that she decided to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5275/819/1600/997718/DSC00248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5275/819/320/826390/DSC00248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Who is he anyway? He badly needs a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Vernice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-2707925546625553044?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/2707925546625553044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=2707925546625553044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/2707925546625553044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/2707925546625553044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/11/santa-claus-daddy-and-mummy-brought-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-7010120127074560215</id><published>2006-11-25T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:22:56.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The One with the Thoughts on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent blogged for a few weeks.  Needed some time to just clear my thoughts and vent my frustrations.  In fact I am so tired of blogging that there  havent been any interesting stuff that happen ( other than the shocker you-know-what)  And currently I am in school just performing my obligatory CCA duty and later there will be a work review with my supervisee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost a month after the last day of school and yet there are so many things in schools that have to be done.  Well things are never done and will never be done.  For the minute one do the last hurrah of clearing the pile of stuff, another came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I dont make much sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont make much sense of what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the writer blogk again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-7010120127074560215?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/7010120127074560215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=7010120127074560215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7010120127074560215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7010120127074560215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-with-thoughts-on-my-head-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-1430218678623019884</id><published>2006-11-11T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:42:36.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The One about writing something I may regret (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some advice on the previous blog entry.  I cannot deny that i am upset about the things that is happening.  After talking to the missus who was indignant with the way that I was treated, she gave me some advice. Now I have a couple of options and would really want to know what you would do if you were in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Should I just stay and try to work with my new "boss" for the next 2 years before contemplating leaving&lt;br /&gt;B) should I look out for an open posting next year and just heck care and leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-1430218678623019884?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/1430218678623019884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=1430218678623019884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1430218678623019884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/1430218678623019884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-about-writing-something-i-may.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-6848848452856191723</id><published>2006-11-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:52:44.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The One about writing something that I might regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is now 11.33 pm, and I have just come home from a heavy dinner with some ex-colleagues.  As usual our conversation revolved around the grouses of the things that we faced.  Generally the complaints will gravitate towards the people, the colleagues and of course the management that we work in.  And of course it evolved slowly into a bitchfest and everybody get their two cents worth of the "if-i-am-the-MOE" thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in this present school for almost a year now.  From the time I joined the school for the staff retreat, it has been an eventful year for me.  My ex-colleagues asked whether I am settled in the school and my future plans.  I had no qualms in telling them that I will leave when my 3 years obligation is up.  Don't get me wrong, I am not a quitter, and I have never been known to quit  but as I have subtly or not so subtly implied/insinuated, I am not really appreciated in the school.  As a KP I found myself constantly slighted and overlooked, and I never feel that I was given a fair chance in proving myself.  The unrealistic demands of "The KP must adjust faster than the teachers", "In this school, if the teachers run, the KP must fly" meant that I was never given an opportunity.  Coupled with the fact I was brought in by the previous P seems to put this constant tag of the "renmant of the old dynasty" on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school has brought in a new HOD, the status quo of 2 SHs looking after the department is over.  My other SH colleague who was the georgaphy SH, had graciously stepped down for the new Geography HOD.  I have to work under somebody new, under a new HOD, a position which I have to shamelessly say that i covert, a position that I applied for a year ago, a position which the former P feel that it would be bette for me to be an Sh to feel the ground and move up, a position now given to someone who entered the profession the same time as me, which the new P had felt that she is the right person for the job .  I do sound bitter, and the fact of the matter is I am,  I don't think it is fair but then again life is never fair :).  The very fact that I only knew about it 2 mornings ago when the rest of the department had known about it (excluding the teachers) only served how perhaps ignorant or unimportant I am in the management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact I should be thankful for this new person for it has given me a definite clear direction what i must and will do and that is to pack up in another 2 years time.  For if I want to move up the leadership track, this is not the place for me.  And I look forward to my new challenge in 2 year time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad that my inital optimism and hope was dashed in a year.  yes two years is a long time, but i guess it would be easier now that I have set my deadline to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-6848848452856191723?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/6848848452856191723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=6848848452856191723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6848848452856191723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/6848848452856191723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-about-writing-something-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-5506803136637080104</id><published>2006-10-17T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:58:49.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pragmatism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The One with the results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mad rush this morning to clear the sec 1-3 results with the Principal before giving out the examination scripts to the kids.  As usual the age old issue of "geography-results-better-than-history" and "what-are-we-going-to-motivate-the-students-to-do-better-in-history-so-that-they-will-choose-history" thingy surface..&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I refrained from giving my two cents worth knowing that it is a perennial problem which I will not be able to resolve within my level. :P  Sorry for the cynicism at play, but as usual I see this year results as an indication that we, the history teachers are closing the gap if not going on par with the geography results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again the bottomline is still pragmatism - I have seen students who "inherit" the "disdain" of the History subject from their parents who were tortured mentally by some old history teacher fogeys who wear black long-sighted glasses which could magnify a fire from a bush of twigs.  It was always "Geography-more-relevant-and-easier-to-score" and "history-is-all-about-the dead-people-and-dead-things"  You see things in geography, you learn map-work which ensure that you dont get "lost" running away from your parents or the general orientation of Changi airport and Jurong Shipyard.  You understand why people love to go the seaside in the night ( Not just for the privacy but also cooler there!), why the stupid haze is poisoning all of us in singapore and how our economy will be affected because of all these environmental conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say the recent nuclear testing by North Korea and  the 'hoo-haa' in terms of the UN sanctions and US and China and South Korea protests failed to ring a doorbell in the thick head of the kids who feel that this has nothing to do with me - haze -yes , North Korea - no.  There is no need for them to learn about how this issue came about, how this was implicated by the past history of these countries.  Sad to say Geography 1 History 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have anything to complain about it, for there is always the school priorities to look out for.  Call me insensitive or call me impassionate about my subject but I would always advocated kids to give up my subjects when push come to shove.  Many teachers were aghasted by my lack of passion but I was really grappling with the kids' well being, results and finally school ranking to say the least.  I always ask myself that if the kids cant even do well to get a basic advancement to the next level ( EMS to say the least), there is no use for them to appreicate the fine points of the humanities which I so strongly believe in.  I told the sec 4 kids that they need to do well in their Maths and Science and most importantly EL so as to advance to the poly of their choice. Forget about the humanities as they would not need it in the poly (they dont even need to count it in their L1R4).  So where do humanities stand? At the edge of the cliff I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will ruffled some feathers, with my frank comments about the realities of the world. Don't get me wrong, it is not that I am not passionate about the subject, it is just that I am being pragmatic about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that, maybe I should have taken Geography instead :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-5506803136637080104?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/5506803136637080104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=5506803136637080104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/5506803136637080104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/5506803136637080104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-with-results-mad-rush-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-7954482607746340498</id><published>2006-10-16T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:06:12.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The One with the new changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years, 1 blog design....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally due for a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised... i can't let go of the old color scheme, the old thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me.... oversentimental, overly attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me, the history freak... who ended up dwelling about the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i got my tag board off... guess I wanted more comments instead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-7954482607746340498?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/7954482607746340498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=7954482607746340498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7954482607746340498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/7954482607746340498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-with-new-changes-2-years-1-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-116070951829389716</id><published>2006-10-13T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T08:12:14.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;The One with the Post Exam Depression Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engines warmed up, red pens aplenty, marking schemes carefully laid, displayed and highlighted for starking effect, comfortable seating positions, and endless cups of aromatic coffee,  Yes it is the time of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is marking time!  The ritual before a break, the final lap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to the students... they will most probably need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to me... I will almost definitely need that to clear the piles of A4 papers before deadline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-116070951829389716?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/116070951829389716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=116070951829389716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/116070951829389716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/116070951829389716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-with-post-exam-depression-syndrome.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-116037442684632638</id><published>2006-10-09T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:15.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;The One with Contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/DSC00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" height="322" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/DSC00202.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/DSC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="377" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/DSC00203.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took you in,&lt;br /&gt;And gave you my heart..&lt;br /&gt;You said I was your only angel&lt;br /&gt;In a place you call Hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my arms..&lt;br /&gt;I opened my wings..&lt;br /&gt;I took you in,&lt;br /&gt;And gave you my love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made you feel safe..&lt;br /&gt;I made you feel loved..&lt;br /&gt;I made you feel happy,&lt;br /&gt;In a place where you can belong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embraced you with my heart..&lt;br /&gt;With my wings and my arms..&lt;br /&gt;For I am your angel..&lt;br /&gt;In a place you call Hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/DSC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-116037442684632638?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/116037442684632638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=116037442684632638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/116037442684632638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/116037442684632638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-with-contentment-i-took-you-in-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115978775732624543</id><published>2006-10-02T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:15.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The One with the A-B-C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a brutal exercise, trying to pigeonhole the teachers in levels and then finally trying put a number beside their names and eventually a letter which will not just determine the fatness of their pockets come next year, but eventually how you are going to move on - to continue to excel, to try to excel or not to excel and wallop in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such an ironic thing, you hear about it, you read about it, but when you are actually doing it, the experience turn out to be so unnerving. Well at least for me... Point for Point, achievement for achievement, contribution vs contribution, impact vs impact; it is the issue of realism at play, it is reality at work, and it is real to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat inside my cubicle, swore to secrecy the verdicts. I sat in isolation as I tried to clear my mind bout the things that happens in that snap 4 hour marathon meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is just the virginal experience... maybe i will get used of it. Maybe I will just be as I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lways &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hup about it. But then I asked, can I really do that, when I have the career of a person in my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115978775732624543?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115978775732624543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115978775732624543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115978775732624543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115978775732624543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-with-a-b-c-it-is-such-brutal.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115951430865229109</id><published>2006-09-29T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:15.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;The One with all the peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace prevails.... Exams has started&lt;br /&gt;Let me enjoy the peace and tranquility before the marking settle in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115951430865229109?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115951430865229109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115951430865229109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115951430865229109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115951430865229109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-all-peace-peace-prevails.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115914639667715987</id><published>2006-09-25T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:14.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One about the class gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first upper secondary form class, the batch of graduating students still keeps in contact with me. The infrequent sms-es that never failed to warm the heart, the yearly CNY visits. And before I knew it, most of them are already starting their tertiary education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/DSC00196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up for brunch on Saturday ( actually it should be lunch since so many of them were late) to bid farewell to one of the girls who got a scholarship to study in the UK. Vanessa, had to, of all professions, choose to join the army and was offered a scholarship to study in York University. I haven't seen some of them for almost 2 years since they left IJ and thus I was kinda looking forward to see how they were getting on. Sad to say, many of them couldnt make it at such short notice and many had to leave for other appointments and we were left with only 5 - 6 of us at Marche. It was quite nice catching up with my ex students. Seeing them talking about their dreams and aspirations, boyfriends and stuff, I suddenly felt really old. There they were, a figment of my memory, sitting at the respective areas in the classroom. Vanessa was always the hyper-active and studious one. Her affectious laughter and her "omigosh" everytime when there is a difficult maths question. How times flies as right in front of me then was a mature lady embarking on her new phase of her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am happy to see all of them happily moving on. But like all parents, there is always a part of me that hope that every single one will stay the same as they use to be. Maybe they still do, Maybe I still do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Vanessa, I am sorry that I would not be able to send you off on Monday as I guess it might be too hard for me to say goodbye (and of course you will be coming back like December for your semestral break) It seems like yesterday that I wrote your testimonial and remember you in your blue pinafore. And there you are now, a confident lady going to embark on something new. I hope that you will read the gift I gave you as it was one book which i felt will be something impactful and meaningful. I am happy to see you moving on so well in your life and hope that you will do well for your studies and come back and make your family and friends proud. Challenges await you ahead and believe me the fruits of labour will be even sweeter with each trial and tribulation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As i was writing this, a tune started ringing in my head. I googled it and there is the lyrics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joel Mcintyre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Stay the Same"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you ever wish you were someone else,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were meant to be the way you are exactly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I hope you always stay the same, cuz there's nothin' 'bout you I would change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Verse]I think that you could be whatever you wanted to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you could realize, all the dreams you have inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be afraid if you've got something to say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just open up your heart and let it show you the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Bridge]Believe in yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reach down inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The love you find will set you free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe in yourself, you will come alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have faith in what you do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll make it through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care and God Bless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115914639667715987?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115914639667715987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115914639667715987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115914639667715987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115914639667715987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-about-class-gathering-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115815379374435923</id><published>2006-09-13T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:14.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The one with the About my teacher career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In continuation with what i set out to do in my previous &lt;a href="http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-nothing-positive-in-my-blog.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to write a little bit about how I was enticed into the teaching profession and finally took it up as a calling and a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory lane back to 1989, when I have exchanged my khaki shorts for the long white pants of an upper secondary student.  In the only class in the entire cohort which take history and literature as the humanities in the pure science cohort, the class 3s5 was considered as an oddball.  However I guess that was where my love affair with the subject started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young man with hormones raging, and there she was, a sweet history teacher who left the NIE just a couple of years ago.  She was not really the prettiest thing on earth, but in my eyes she was a goddess, someone who was kind enough to give us help and explain history, and of course satisfy our curiosity for the bloodiest and gory stuff of the 3 Java wars.  I can always remember the many times where she would take up the afternoons ( yes then school really ends at 1.00pm) to get to know us better and of course to enthuse us with all the history books with the troves of information.  She was not really the most interesting teacher, in fact she fall into those category of a typical history teacher who flashed transparencies with summarized versions of the textbook which we would so studiously strained our eyes copying and busily highlighting our textbook.  Perhap it was her ( I guess most probably) that got me my consistent A1s for history, and with success you start to breed interest.  In fact I find myself working harder and harder for the subject to impress her.  I guess it was then the seed of the love of the subject and finally the decision to become a teacher like her was laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the present, a casual comment by a member in the school who mentioned that there were only 30 out of the entire sec 2 cohort opted for history in the trial streaming exercise only served to tell me that history is a dying subject.  Maybe kids nowadays are not as "guillible" as I was or I was deemed to be "not-that-attractive".  I guess the under the belt insult that I am not as fresh and as goodlooking as the Geography teachers only bring the harsh reality that I am indeed getting old (Sigh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am really quite sick of all this, unjustifiable comparison between history and geography and this peddling of the subjects like commodities or shares which were perceived to have better returns or values.  I think I just need to sit on the toilet bowl and flush out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( PS I think I am having my mood swings again.... must be the stress acting up... I think)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115815379374435923?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115815379374435923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115815379374435923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115815379374435923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115815379374435923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-about-my-teacher-career-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115811884509908992</id><published>2006-09-13T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The One with the earned recognition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the honours of a leader has to be earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 incidents which so happen in quick succession showed me what it meant to be slighted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When the P introduced the key personnel during the parents-teacher dialogue, guess who was the only one present not mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) when the sms was send to all Key personnel regarding the cancellation for the photo-taking session, guess again who was the only one oblivious and dressed to the nines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already hard being a Key personnel, and it is even harder when you are not recognised as one ( sure th meagre allowance do soften the blow a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115811884509908992?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115811884509908992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115811884509908992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115811884509908992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115811884509908992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-earned-recognition-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115802557158393539</id><published>2006-09-12T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:16:45.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:180%;" &gt;The One with the Nothing Positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my blog surfing to find equally depressing people in the teaching profession, :P, I saw a comment written on a fellow professional's&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt; &lt;a href="http://thezoomroom.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-of-challenges.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blog, Mr A wrote that teachers blogs are generally depressing, and it had in some way made his cousin think twice about joining the sacred profession. He was glad that Jeanie had address this issue and I quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Your positive tone helped remove the depression I felt. And I think you are right. We must remember WHY we joined and if we have not left yet, we must still feel the passion somewhere in us. If there is no more passion left, we should leave. And not gripe and moan and do a greater disservice to our profession."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with what A say about depressing teacher blogs. In fact it is not usual to see teachers griping about the system, the students, the colleagues and every thing under the sun. Sad to say, as teachers, sometimes we do not have the proper channels to address our frustrations, our unhappinesses or even our take on certain governmental policies which would have been dumped if we were the Minister of Education a day (hey everyone is entitled to their own opinion). But as an individual, everyone has their own take on issues that concern us and the very fact that we gripe about it, show that we are passionate and bothered by the things we see and experience. I do agree that griping too much can be detrimental to the service and to our own physical well being but I also understand that we need to let it out our systems at times. The fact is teachers do complain and the fact is that teachers who do complain do have this passion. Sometimes it is this passion that really got us burned out and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I do moan and groan and the sad/true thing is that the very fact that I have made my identity known means that my every actions, words are under constant scrutiny to the students, parents, fellow teachers and *gasp* MOE officials ( Now I wonder whether it is because of this that I am not being promoted as fast as I hope for, or maybe it is just my CEP ;P) But then again, I stand by what I have written and I know that the very fact that I bothered to even write a blog to document what has happened, is a good indication that I have *sadly* made teaching my life and my mission. And I must say life is always bittersweet and never rosy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;( Maybe an audacious appeal to all the teachers bloggers who read this, to write about why you join teaching in the first place and what prompted you to continue on and on everyday. Maybe as what A say, this would be a timely reminder about our "mission" in life. :)) Not if you would excuse me, I got to overcome my initial depression of the blues from coming back from my reservist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115802557158393539?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115802557158393539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115802557158393539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115802557158393539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115802557158393539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-nothing-positive-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115744451923748941</id><published>2006-09-05T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:14.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The One with the TLLM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a IT class on how to do podcasting and was fiddling with it with a colleague during the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first attempt at podcasting. So the quality is really bad. Do give your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tecxplorersvoice.icellnetwork.net/media/TLLM.mp3"&gt;TLLM?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS the issue may be a bit controversial and I have to acknowledge that I drew some inspiration from a fellow teacher blogger's blog entry ( This blogger had gotten quite a lot of flak recently and I shan't add fuel to the fire).  Contrary to what people may feel, I put this up not to whinge about the things I am doing but rather as a form of trying out a new way of expression.  As such I am just experimenting with the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If of course the content is too rauchy or too controversial to your liking... Well.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115744451923748941?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115744451923748941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115744451923748941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115744451923748941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115744451923748941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-with-tllm-i-attended-it-class-on_05.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115744433498301044</id><published>2006-09-05T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:14.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The One about the N Level SS exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in tredipation, outside the examination hall, as my 4n kids handed in their SS scripts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they swarmed out of the hall, my first question upon seeing some of the dejected faces was "why?  what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"cher, very difficult, no time to finish leh, I left with only 5 minutes to answer the 25 mark structured question"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mr ng, aiyoh, why the question so like that, how come the topic that you spot did not come out, I study so hard for it leh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sunk a little.  To give myself some credit, I did managed to spot about 3 out of the 4 questions correctly which will give the students ample choice to answer.  Even the question styles were similar, and I was hoping that the kids would have aced the paper.  However sad to say, many had forgot or did not remember the important things that I had so emphasized so many times during the course of the revision and the state of shock when I rattled the answers and the sources ( midyear, prelim, and the countless practice papers) I gave them which were so similar to what they had encountered in the exams.  Many of them then realised that the answers were there for them. It was whether they had made the attempt to just look for them and scrutinise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked back to the staffroom and plonked into my little cubicle, I just have to pray that the markers would be a little more lenient with them, for even they had forgotten some of those that I taught, I knew that these kids had tried their best.  And I would like to see that that in itself is already a commendable thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115744433498301044?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115744433498301044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115744433498301044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115744433498301044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115744433498301044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-about-n-level-ss-exams-waiting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115700283265084728</id><published>2006-08-31T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:13.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;The One about Teachers' Day (Part 2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;edited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So teachers' day celebration came and went.  On the whole, it was a yucky feeling.  For me at least, for it was a quiet and largely ignored teacher day celebration.    Fast forwarded, when people move at lightning speed, when conversations were engaged, and there I was sitting in the little cubicle I can call my workdesk as I ploughed laboriously on this entry.Lost was the feeling, Indifference is the attitude, and of course downcast was generally the mode of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why I can't feel anything.  Maybe true to what my principal ask, "have you adjusted?"  Yes maybe the hustle and bustle of stuff, the need to finish stuff at lightning speed, and to literally run rather than walk the pace.  But sad to say, to the students, a firm no when it come to adjusting to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the school culture that the students will write dedications to nominate the teachers they like as the most caring teacher for the year, and it will be painstakingly compiled by the admin staff into nice little folders with all the sheets of dedications.  Kinda Teacher Idol.  The one with the highest number of dedications will be the most caring teacher.  I was very appreciative of what the admin staff do, and it was a painful reminder :P to say the least, how the students see you.  With a pathetic number of 4 or 5 dedications, I must have been the feeling of a Gayle Nerva in SI 2006.  And interestingly, it was the normal class which wrote the bulk of the measly 5 for me.  It did warm my cold cold heart and got my spirit up from the depth of netherland.  Likewise the thing where not even 1 from your form class do sum up my relationship with my class.  I do not want to bear grudges, for I have to admit, investment to build up a relationship required both parties, and I seems to have this fatass inertia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared at a causal gathering last nigh with a bunch of my new colleagues.  I couldnt comprehend why is it that I could touch lives and make a difference in my previous school, where students in their Uni years now, send me congratulatory smses and gave me phone calls of concern, why is it that kids are comfortable enough to have opportunities to have lunch, dinner or tea with me.  But yet in this new place, I have become just a education officer ( not a teacher).  I read a book by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0785274340?v=glance"&gt;John Maxwell "the 17 Indisputable laws of teamwork"&lt;/a&gt; and I remember particularly 1 episode which I read, where he mentioned sometimes a person can't perform in the environment was due to the fact that he/she is not a lousy player, he/she was just playing in the wrong team.  Recounting this episode to my colleagues, I asked myself, could it be I have joined the wrong team?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife once said that I have joined the right profession.  Being narcissistic in  a non-obsessive manner,   I strive on recognition, external or internal.  Motivation play a very important role for me.  And it has to say, it is a sinking feeling today to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do understand that recently I have been showing too much of my vulnerabilities and idiosyncracies, to the people that I have loved, and people who loved and unloved or not even know me.. :P  Unlike trisha, thatjedi, kelvin, who are shrouded in secrecy.  I am literally foolishly brave, or bravely foolish to reveal myself ( call it narcissistic! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things would be better next year.  There will be a next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS I do miss the presents from the IJ girls, edible, inedible cookies, functional, dysfunctional pieces of art, beautiful words and sentences, I miss reading them.... Opps here I go again. :(  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS thank for the concern, but I am feeling much better now, the dinner I had with some of my new colleagues until 2 am in the morning was a good reliver.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115700283265084728?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115700283265084728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115700283265084728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115700283265084728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115700283265084728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-about-teachers-day-part-2-edited.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115695140117078395</id><published>2006-08-30T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The One about Teachers' Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another 9 hours time, I will be on my way to school for the Teachers' Day Celebrations&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the fact that this is a new school for me, and I am only about 8 months  into the full ritual of the school.  Maybe it is the fact that I am so bogged down by things in school that I am not able to really focus on the emotional aspect os the students, the absence of quality time to bild bonds and of course the absence of any particular reason to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day will just be a day, a holiday of songs and dance, but I guess it will not touch my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this view will change. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;To me, I dont feel appreciated when I know that I have not invested in the relationship.  Any overt show of gratitude to me is just a show.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am cynical, maybe I am just cranky.  Or Maybe it is just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115695140117078395?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115695140117078395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115695140117078395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115695140117078395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115695140117078395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-about-teachers-day-in-another-9.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115666286687352980</id><published>2006-08-27T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:13.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;The One with the Save and Thrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for the next few months I got to start eating grass....&lt;br /&gt;I have just signed up a 8 day tour package to Korea with Chan brothers.  This will be like a second honeymoon for me and my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiing here I come... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115666286687352980?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115666286687352980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115666286687352980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115666286687352980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115666286687352980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-with-save-and-thrift-i-guess-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115642581670458576</id><published>2006-08-24T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:13.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The One about Career Choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the signs of burnout  and fatigue.  But recently I was actually wondering, what my life would have been if I have choose to do some other things than the "Calling"?  In the profession for a good 6 years now, I asked myself when I was still that eager beaver, the never-say-die &lt;em&gt;gungho &lt;/em&gt;attitude, with that willingness to do just about everything, anything, how would I have fare if I have chosen something else.  How would my life be?  Better or for the worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i is bad to even contmeplate about other career choices when it is all about making life choices and sticking with it.  Live life with zest and move forward with no regrets.  But it would be interesting if I had actually done the following....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming music..... smoke machines creating the misty effect and I am brought to 6 years ago where I have made my career choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cut!" a voice boomed.  "what the heck is all this... we will never be able to get that documentary on time.. Where is the assistant producer? I asked him to go and get the newscaster like an hour ago, don't tell me he lost his bloody way again.  With a sweat drenched t shirt, and beads of perspiration, the assistant producer rushed to the director and apologie profusely, there was a mixup in the schedule and the newscaster so happen to be involved in another place for filming.  His hands were still holding the packets of food for the production crew, while he faced the scolding from the producer for not getting the schedule.  The rest fo the crew moaned and took the packets of food and found a shady corner for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director lamented " aiyah, why you so blur one?  Wei kwang, like that how to be promoted to producer...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof back to reality, screaming at students does seems like a better option now... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115642581670458576?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115642581670458576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115642581670458576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115642581670458576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115642581670458576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-about-career-choices-maybe-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115611724638846824</id><published>2006-08-21T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:13.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;The One about the weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cap a lacklustre week, I had a miserable weekend.  The routine of looking after Baby Vernice and the mad rush of marking the examination and test papers and of course my stupid comp had to die on me.  I was actually hoping to edit all those video clips I have taken of Vernice and post it on her blog but the computer obviously had other plans.  After 1 couple of abortive starts, I decided that it will be a waste of my time to continue and thus the lack of internet activity during the last 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not that bad though as I got to spend some time for myself on Saturday morning.  Other than shopping for a present for my wife ( it is our dating anniversary tomorrow) I get to do what I enjoyed most, looking through the array of CDs on display and testing out the songs on the sound system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning is going to be quite a day for me for I will be in class for almost the whole of the day.  I am not really that excited about going into the class again, after what happen on friday.  But then again a teacher got to do what a teacher got to do.  Just like Superman, he pretty much have no choice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115611724638846824?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115611724638846824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115611724638846824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115611724638846824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115611724638846824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-about-weekend-to-cap-lacklustre.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115595336732758599</id><published>2006-08-19T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The one with that there is no failure, just feedback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short 15 minute in a sec 3 class was enough to get my blood boiling.  Sometimes I wondered if my threshold for masochism had reduced appreciably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never someone who believe in completing syllabus for the sake of it and believe in my inner purpose of developing the whole self.  I mentioned extensively about the things I believe strongly about the growth of a person and the meaning of life. And sometimes I do get cynical looks and comments but in general students are usually receptive.  Maybe it is too much of the “good” thing and I find myself facing a crowd who were skeptical to the things that I said.  I did not expect students to treat what I said as “gospel truth” but I was hoping that deep down I could touch hearts and got them thinking about things and about life in general.  Maybe it is the intellect level, maybe it is the maturity level, but it was frustrating to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to set some work relating to self discovery - maybe it has nothing to do with the curriculum, maybe it has nothing to do with exams and Maybe it has nothing to do with them.  In view of the cynicism, I erased my instructions on the board, the instructions for their weekend task.  I retorted that if they feel that it doesn’t matter to them. They do not care about it, then I think it defeat the purpose of the exercise. I walked out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115595336732758599?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115595336732758599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115595336732758599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115595336732758599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115595336732758599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-with-that-there-is-no-failure-just.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115578775607700073</id><published>2006-08-17T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The One about a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wind one brilliant day&lt;br /&gt;Called to my soul&lt;br /&gt;With an odor of jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wind said&lt;br /&gt;“In exchange for the odor of my jasmine&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have all the odor of your roses.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied,&lt;br /&gt;“I have no roses, all the flowers in my garden are dead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wind said,&lt;br /&gt;“I will take the withered petals and the yellow leaves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wind left…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said to my soul,&lt;br /&gt;“what have you done with the garden that have been entrusted to you?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Antonio Machado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115578775607700073?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115578775607700073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115578775607700073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115578775607700073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115578775607700073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-about-poem-wind-one-brilliant-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115517790191098700</id><published>2006-08-10T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The One about NDP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so national day comes and goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I did not show my over-zealousness by singing "we are singapore" out loud during the school national day parade, for there were as usual some hiccups here and there in the preparations.  However I am glad to see the end of that for it means now I can finally settle down and deal with my core business - teaching and learning.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I spend the entire ND catching up with my sleep and of course playing with my audiophile stuff.  Got a couple of CDs - namely the soundtrack for the Pirates of the Carribean 2 , Jim Tomlinson "the lyrics" featuring Stacy Kent, Danny Chan (陳百強) Greatest Hits Collection ( SACD), Sissel" into Paradise".  Actually buying the cds allow me to test out my sound system and it is always relaxing to lounge in my sofa and play the music in the background.  I was doing some packing yesterday and found so many cds that I have bought.  I almost forgotten that I have bought them.  In fact I realise that this year I have gotten so many cds, maybe it is just an indication of the stress I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the theme of ND, as i look back at the past few years national day, it always seems to come and go.  The extent that some of the people would go to get an NDP ticket or two is always a question beyond me.  I am never a fan of the hot and sweltering heat, jammed packed like sardines in the National Stadium and I am ashamed to say I have never watch an NDP in its entirety.  Sometme I do wondered, if I am really patroitic or such but I am always sad to say finding more interesting to do than plonking myself in front of the TV to watch the 2 hr plus proceedings.  Guilty? maybe sometimes... But i really cant understand the fuss about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like today rantings dont make much sense.... Sleep deprivation do have a funny way of influencing your thoughts and words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115517790191098700?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115517790191098700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115517790191098700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115517790191098700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115517790191098700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-about-ndp-so-national-day-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115493720847185787</id><published>2006-08-07T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;The One about Questions about the Humanities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a-spur-in-the-moment thing. I was just teaching in my sec 3 class when I shared with the students when I started to share the importance of the humanities.  In a society where traditional emphasis is on the EMS, it is no wonder that the Humanities teachers had the unenviable task of enthusing and motivating.  Many colleagues teaching other disciplines green-eyed the freedom and flexibility that the Humanities teachers had; it was always a subject that was interesting, with stories, andecotes, with forms and features, with people and achievement, with forms and features, with crises and conflicts.  However it is also a discipline which is regarded as the poorer cousin in terms of priority.  I remember asking one of the DD during the Meet-the-DD session and I discreetly probe about the issue of increasing the emphasis of the humanities.  I got a no-answer answer where he asserted that the very fact that it is considered in the L1R5 already suggested its importance, which of course got me thinking about the next issue - is a subject deemed as important if it is an examinable subject or is a subject emphasized deemed as important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague passionate about Geography shared with her students that "Geography is the master of all subjects"*  She qualified this by highlighting the different aspect of the discipline which showed shades of the other subjects, whether it is maths, science, or even economics.  Undeterred I continued my tirade with the class and told the kids that History do not claim to be the master of all subjects but rather it is the training of the mind - You understand the causes and effects, you comprehend the truths and untruths, you differentiated the different perspectives.  These skills can be used for all disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in class, I told the kids that whatever they learn in humanities in terms of facts, sadly is not really that important (for my discipline to say the least) The most important thing is to find relevance and learning about yourself and to understand about life in its microcosm.  I left the class leaving them with more questions.  I told them to learn is to expand your horizon, to talk to people, to see, to observe and to listen.  I told them that the type of person you are depend on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the books you read&lt;br /&gt;2) the movies you watch&lt;br /&gt;3) the conversations you had and&lt;br /&gt;4) the friends you made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course lead to the last questions - how can one be human when one is oblivious to the humanities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* In fact one of the students intepret it as the "mother of all subjects" and i countered that by saying history is the "grandfather of all subjects" :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115493720847185787?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115493720847185787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115493720847185787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115493720847185787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115493720847185787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-about-questions-about-humanities.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115439429794545423</id><published>2006-08-01T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The One about Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous entry apparently struck a chord among many of my ex students who had hear me religiously proselytizing about this quality that I held so dear. Many students would remember the "lectures" I gave during those "teachable moments" to reinforce this. I am saying the one quality which I believe will define a great man from a good man - "Gratitude". Sorry if I do sound deterministic at times like this, but this is one trait which I hold strongly in my beliefs. In fact I was pleasantly surprised to get this mail in my email mailbox this morning when I logon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would shamelessly quote from the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello mr ng,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent gotten a chance to speak to you much since a very long time.even though we had the bbq,there was no much chance for me to talk to you and stuff.that explains this rather sudden email doesnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was just wondering what you were up to in your new school,new environment,new kids and of cause no more nonsensical ij girls.read your blog and while reading your most recent post,i thought of something you taught us in sec 3 - one which stayed in my heart this long.&lt;br /&gt;you once wrote on the board "gratitude" and told us that that was the most important word so on and so forth.and i was just thinkin bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if you know but i was asked to go back to ij for honor's day'06 where i received,well my prize for coming in first for my combined humanities.i had always wanted to message you before to thank you and to inform you that i was goin back and things like that but the hectic jc life never gave me a chance to.i guess i shldnt blame whatever jc life or anything cause i know for sure that if i had really wanted to there wld have been enough time for me to squeeze out abit of time out of my busy schedule to message you or something.i know this mail is a little late,afterall honors day is already over and things like that but i just wanted to thank you for all that you have done in terms of my academics,you were there and tried your best as a history cum social studies teacher,making sure that your students got whatever skills that they needed in order to face any kind of questions during an examination!(though i remember that for a certain exam there was a certain question that was an attempt of phrasing it cheem but faild thus causing everyone to misinterprete the qs!haha) anyhow back to this,and i probably have never said this before, but you were the best form tcher a class could ever asked for. it was good to be able to be in your form class and at times work 'hand in hand' with you as the class chair.thank you for all that you gave to the class, made everything so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only were you there as a teacher, you were there as a friend and a mentor. giving valuable advice whenever we needed it. the difference between a secondary school tcher and a jc tcher is that the secondary school tcher cares alot more for you then the ones in jc.haha. its true. but o wells. thanks again mr ng for everything. from sec 3 and sharing the "white monkey' joke with us to going through sec 3 adventure camp, parent tcher meeting, mid years then final years, the whole gruelling sec 4 year, preparing us for the o's as a amaths,history,social studies tcher and a mentor cum friend, to the sec 4 self awareness camp, mid years and finally the o's. encouraging us constantly and giving us your full support. thank you for having faith in us! we got through it together as a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes gratitude is one important word.&lt;br /&gt;thank you mr ng for the many things you have done for us. it will definitely not be forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you're doing fine now,&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;br /&gt;god bless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi amanda&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to hear from you even though I am no longer in IJ. I apologise for not being there as a form teacher to award you with the prize for it would seem so inappropriate, even though deep down inside I would love to just hand the prize over to you. I am definitely surprised that my personal mantra of life would one day be an impact in some way or another to my students. Ye gratitude is indeed something important and I am thankful for the honour to be a part of your life which you felt significant and memorable and I am glad that I have in some way or another be a part of it. I am happy that all the Sec 4/4 have move on to your new phase of your education. Deep down inside, I do miss those times in class when all the class antics never fail to amaze/frustrate/anger/please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the kind reminder of what I am here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes I just hate myself for being so sentimental :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115439429794545423?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115439429794545423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115439429794545423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115439429794545423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115439429794545423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-about-gratitude-my-previous-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115426928018836104</id><published>2006-07-30T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;The One about the Man of Steel again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Singer's "Superman returns" brought a lot of inspired entries on the son from Kryton. Many know that I do draw similarities with this man ( wearing read underwear in the right way not withstanding) and it was a pleasant surpise to see another fellow professional writing &lt;a href="http://thezoomroom.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman.html"&gt;something about the Man of Steel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned about being Superman the last time, things have so far not been good in school. If you have been reading the past entries, you would see that the world is infested with problems so big that even the Man of Steel would have a problem deciding which to settle first. Which is also why I shamelessly ask the author of the blog mentioned whether she was refering to me per se. I guess she might be talking about teachers per se, people per se, or even problems in general. (Hey the world does not revolve around the superman wannabe :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always at this period of time, I tell myself to be thankful of stuff and be grateful with things I have. I was having a conversation with my baby girl on the car. I told her she was a lucky girl for she get zoomed around by her chauffuer dad when I never had the opportunity. I guess she may not be listening as she was just cooing around and smiling. However even though this term had been hellish to say the least, I find it a good opportunity to look around and ask myself what things i should be thankful of. I do feel better when I do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the people and events I am thankful of?  Let me count thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115426928018836104?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115426928018836104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115426928018836104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115426928018836104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115426928018836104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-about-man-of-steel-again-bryan.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115422746239959137</id><published>2006-07-30T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The One about another big D thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the stress of term 3, maybe it is the inhumanely punishing schedule. But people are acting really peculiar in these few weeks. As a form teacher, you prayed that other than the rushing of syllabi, pestering students for homework, the almost obligitory teacher observations, the deadline of setting papers and the preparation of the 4E/4N/5N students for the end of year "BIG THING", the least you need is of course a disciplinary problem, a BIG disciplinary problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally hit with that on Friday after the dialogue session with the Deputy Director (Personnel). To cut the frivolous short, the DM came to me, spoke to me in hushed tones, while gesticulating me to go out of the conference room. Sensing the seriousness of the issue, I stepped out with tredipation, thinking what could have happen again to my ever notorious hyperactive sec 2 form class. To have some sense of inanomymity and privacy, I shan't reveal the full details of it,but le me just say, these type of problems will never happen in IJ where the cohort is all female, even if hormones are raging and interests in the opposite sense will befuddle you to do things beyond your wildest imagination. SIGH..... And the best thing about this was that there were rumour that he had done something similar before however there was no concrete evidence nor witnesses who stand out to "testify". Therefore I gave him the benefit of the doubt. After repeated counselling and even a "warning" on wednesday, this time he was caught red-handed AND red-faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he has to face the music, parents are called up, meet the P session on Monday. How is that to add to the insanely crazy term three?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115422746239959137?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115422746239959137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115422746239959137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115422746239959137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115422746239959137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-about-another-big-d-thing-maybe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115387438229906099</id><published>2006-07-26T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The One with the Something good to start the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on a friend's blog entry archive and decided to put it in my blog to motivate myself and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Hello! Did you call me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Called you? No.. who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat with you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't know. But I can't find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I understand. But I still can't figure it out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Well I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?&lt;br /&gt;God: Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: why are we then constantly unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?&lt;br /&gt;God: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty..&lt;br /&gt;God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?&lt;br /&gt;God: Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life becomes better not bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?&lt;br /&gt;God: Yes. In every term, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why can't we be free from problems?&lt;br /&gt;God: Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons (to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading..&lt;br /&gt;God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading. Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;God: Success is a measure as decided by others.. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?&lt;br /&gt;God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What surprises you about people?&lt;br /&gt;God: when they suffer they ask, "why me?" When they prosper, they never ask "Why me" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I cant get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;God: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How can I get the best out of life?&lt;br /&gt;God: Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence.Prepare for the future without fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.&lt;br /&gt;God: There are no unanswered prayers.. At times the answer is NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat. I am so happy to start this day with a new sense of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;God: Well. Keep the faith and confidence and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve, not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115387438229906099?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115387438229906099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115387438229906099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115387438229906099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115387438229906099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-something-good-to-start-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115381812017673769</id><published>2006-07-25T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;The One about Trafford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought Trafford to the animal clinic last evening.  Like a irresponsible parent, I was trying my best to fit in the medical appointment even though I had the whole weekend to do so.  Trafford was suffering from a mild ear irritation and I have been procrastinating to send him to the clinic ( such irresponsible owner!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Vernice came into our family, Trafford had lost the status as the apple of the eyes of the family.  He cuts a forlorn figure when attention and love were showered on Vernice.  Sensing that his status as the “pet” (sic) of the house is fast disminishing, he accepted willingly his fate as the “donggong”东宫 whose popularity faded when the emperor found his concubine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he continue to show his affection to all in the family and wagged his tail and demands for a tummy rub everytime someone he knew stepped into the house.  He also take up the additional responsibility as the “gor gor’ and look after vernice when she is lying on the bed.  Like a big brother, he can be really protective of Vernice and lie besides her, somewhere near but not too near to create any form of discomfort for him or Vernice.  There were times when he wanted to show his affections by licking her and patting her, but was shouted down by my mum and dad.  I think deep down inside he must have felt really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit to the clinic was a relatively short one.  Within 45 minutes, Trafford got his ears checked and cleaned, his vaccinations injection done and I came out 88 dollars poorer.  But I could see a little sparkle in his eyes, when he was looking out from the car window ( an act he loves) and letting his fur down.  I think he enjoyed the bonding moment with me.  And that made me guilty, for I realize how much attention I have not given to him and how a little attention got him so happy.  Sometime I am wondering if I might be so partial if I have another daughter.  Then again One Vernice I already cannot handle liao.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115381812017673769?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115381812017673769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115381812017673769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115381812017673769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115381812017673769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-about-trafford-i-brought-trafford.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115364650811103177</id><published>2006-07-23T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The One with Kelynn's Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some work when I cam across Kelynn's (an ex-student) gift to me during the class BBQ.  It was a collection of quotes about teachers in squarish pieces of papers which is placed in a small little box.  One quote caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A good teacher is like a candle - it consumes itself to light the way for others"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... is that why I am feeling so burn out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 6 weeks to end of term 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115364650811103177?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115364650811103177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115364650811103177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115364650811103177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115364650811103177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-kelynns-gift-i-was-doing-some.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115354157618072303</id><published>2006-07-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; The One with the God's help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heaved a sigh of relief yesterday morning after the reenactment of the RH riots. It didnt turn out well, the monologue was inaudible totally overwhelmed by the music and the poor kids did not hear the cue, and thus was not able to come in and "act" when it was time to so.  The "rioting" kids were disappointed especially the girl reading the monologue; she felt that she was to blame for the whole failure of the performance.  However  I had to reassure them that it was ok and most importantly they had done their best.  even though the story was not heard clearly, the students did enjoyed the performance and were exceptionally quiet when the girl read the reflections.  At least the message for that did get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first bell went and lesson started, I sat alone in the canteen, getting my regular coffee fix, hoping to nurse my bruised ego if there is any, and thenI realised however I ended the session more relieved than disappointed, perhap my anal perfectionist attitude had waned or I am just too drained ?   As i was looking for some answers and hope, I saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/DSC00165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/DSC00165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it did help to be in a convent school for a while, God has been providing answers everywhere even on the metal shutter.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ego One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115354157618072303?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115354157618072303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115354157618072303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115354157618072303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115354157618072303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-gods-help-i-heaved-sigh-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115340149494702815</id><published>2006-07-20T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:12.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The One with the RH Prelude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in school till the unearthly hour of 7.15 pm as I watch my "rioters" fighting against each other on the school assembly area. This was one of the events that we had for RHD 2006, where we will be reenacting a riot scene to impress upon the kids the importance of RH even though what we will be trying to do is to put up a hypothetical situation in the year 2030 with a monologue and of course "extras" acting out the rioting scenes. After the initial attempts by the sec 2s to fight each other ( it ended up like "Brokeback Mountain" meet "Mortal Combat") the moves were refined and of course the "brokeback" ness was reduced together with an increased sense of realism. In fact it got so real that I was going to shout "cut" at certain junction until the kids started huddling together laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went back home with a spliting headache and felt that the best thing to do is just to let me thoughts flow through words on the net. It has been an eventful day for me, first I got to know in the morning that I was supposed to be a counsellor to a bunch of students who has apparently commmitted some offence during the Perth fieldtrip. They feel that being a guy, a young man, a married man I would be in a good position to share about the nos about certain things. Anyway I shan't wash dirty laundry in the cyberspace public but I must say it is quite a unique experience for me though I had to call my wifey, who happens to be a social worker btw to give me some advice. Then there was another case of another student in my class who apparently have been missing school for a while even after her suspension. Even though the form teacher ( a close colleague of mine) emphasize that there was nothing wrong. But as a typical humanities teacher who is blessed with the skills of inference and analysis. i was able to put two things together and got the conclusion ( Anyway the two issues mentioned is not related but yet related at the same time, if you are not so dense :P)   Sometimes curiosity do kill the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just crossing my fingers and hope that everything goes on smoothly tomorrow or should I say in about 10 hours time sigh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115340149494702815?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115340149494702815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115340149494702815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115340149494702815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115340149494702815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-rh-prelude-i-was-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115318429853119183</id><published>2006-07-18T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;The One with the Week 4 of Term 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies, and let me hang on to my cape and my ever slipping red underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 3 comes and before you knew it , it is already week 4 ( and counting down the week to September). It is the usual hush and puff and of course the seemingly mad frantic and punsihing pace of school. Grouchy look and stressed faces had started to appear among the many residing in the staffroom. Colleagues losing their usual bubbly nature and losing battles against simple viruses. There were others who literally took the "s" from stress and got a new haircut, a new hairdo with maggie mee- like tresses.  In fact one of the canteen vendors asked me in hushed tones whether the hairdo was part of the commemoration of Racial Harmony Day, even though I am not quite sure whether how is that so. Anyway, there were many revelations of teachers applying for open posting, many contemplated on quitting and many started bingeing. It is such a typical sight of Term 3 and as one of the members of the relief committee, it is quite usual to see a LONG list of absent teachers everyday. I guess stress really take its toil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I told one of the Sec 4N class who is still apparently in holiday mood to literally "wake up" their ideas, and all I got were sleepy looks which disappeared almost instanteously when the recess bell goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have no answer to the increasing stress and stuff. For I tried to adopt a "Zen"-like attitude towards work during term 3 where "work is no work" but "no work can also be work" type of mentality.  Seems chim and it took me a while and a few stacks of marking to fully comprehend the gis of that. But then again I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to tell you all about what happen over the week and how things are going now with the little addition in the family. But I guess you can pretty much read it from &lt;a href="http://www.simply2bochup.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Someone who I was subconsciously thinking about, had actuall found my blog and made contact! I was so surprised and happy. Took some time to read through her blog entries and am really happy that she is doing well in Sydney. It has been a long while almost 2 years plus since I last saw her. In fact i wrote an &lt;a href="http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2004/05/goodbye-i-used-to-have-close-friend.html"&gt;emotional entry &lt;/a&gt;then which I guess she never managed to read it. How time flies and how we have aged over time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe time had been kind to both of us, and bringing us apart at a time when our differences threaten to spoil our relationship. Maybe time was bad to both of us, and it seems that metaphorically speaking we are now isle apart in our pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my trip to Perth, I was telling myself that one day I would leave the sunny isle and live in a place where the pace of life is less stressful and idyllic. Maybe I will make good my promise one day when I am sick of all the worldy pursuit and finally willing to live life as simply as I want. But till then I am still having a world of a time; hm... maybe that is where the stress is coming from? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115318429853119183?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115318429853119183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115318429853119183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115318429853119183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115318429853119183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-week-4-of-term-3-how-time.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115278400687115302</id><published>2006-07-13T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt; The One with the obvious drop in standard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 3 week i finally got down to marking the sec 3 holiday work. The quality to say the least was grotesque if you can actually use that adjective. Anyway this was a history homework where they are supposed to do a newspaper frontpage. I thought it was pretty interesting and enough to get the students excited about history. On top of that, I had the best band of the sec 3 history class. So imagine the horror when I took out from my locker the loads of salted vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one : &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/DSC00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/DSC00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont they understand the meaning of the word A3 Tabloid. I frantically look for the student name and there it is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MNFC chairperson of last year would definitely hand in better work.  She was an AEP student and extremely good in her writing... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI MNFC is Mr NG Fan Club... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115278400687115302?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115278400687115302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115278400687115302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115278400687115302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115278400687115302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-obvious-drop-in-standard.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115270451842961306</id><published>2006-07-12T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;The One that I saw him smile to me for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a special day today, as i dragged my feet into the infamous class which I so dreaded. However surprisingly, the lesson went on smoothly and I had about a couple of minutes to spare after completing what i wanted to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the opportunity to talk to &lt;a href="http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-screaming-and-shouting.html"&gt;this boy which I have so infamously mentioned before&lt;/a&gt;. He happened to be one of the athletes who were taking part in the Nationals. I spoke to him and congratulate him on his qualification for the High Jump event. I told him that he has potential and I would like to train him for his event. He listened to me intently and was thanking me profusely. He smiled at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another boy from the class was called by me. This is also another problematic boy whom I have shouted and screamed at for disruptiuve behaviour and not handing up work. I told him that I knew he went to the hospital with a couple of his friends on friday to visit his form teacher. I enquired from him the form teacher's latest conditions and praise him that what he did was a "nice gesture". he said thanks and He smiled at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice and it really made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115270451842961306?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115270451842961306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115270451842961306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115270451842961306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115270451842961306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-that-i-saw-him-smile-to-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115270399414744526</id><published>2006-07-12T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The One @ Choa Chu Kang Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new appointment was entrusted to me. with my previous experience as a track and field teacher, I was asked by the school to look after the ad-hoc group of athletes tand prepare them for the National School Track and Field Competition. Seconded to the Basketball CCA, I was given the sacred appointment of "Special Projects" In Fact the acronym "SP" got many colleagues curious and they were asking about it. I told them it means "Secret Projects" and if I divulge the details, I would have to kill them :P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing down immediately after lessons, I was overwhelmed by the familiar sight and the used-to-be-routine-yearly responsibilities of bring the girls to the stadium for competition. As I parked my car, I was welcomed by the enthusiastic Track-and-field girls from my previous school who were eagerly trying to fill me in with the latest happenings in school and their performances so far. As I make my way to the grandstand seats, the familiar sight of students in their ever familiar school track attire, doing their warm-ups, striding, the cheering and the bangs of the starter gun brought back some much memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex students in their JC sport attire came over and say hi. Many were asking for my reasons for leaving the school which they thought I would never leave. I replied with a weak smile and a brave front before digressing to their schoolwork and other mundane stuff. it was nice to be back but then again i thought it was great to be able to feel that i have moved on..(or have I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague once asked me whether I regretted leaving my ex-school and all i could say was I believed that I left for a better place for a better me. Maybe it would be and maybe it should be this way. The school had moved on and so should I. But it is always the niggling thought that preoccupied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I sound rhetorical at times. It is just the bustle of stuff which made me reflect on things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115270399414744526?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115270399414744526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115270399414744526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115270399414744526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115270399414744526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-choa-chu-kang-stadium-new.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115253554689481948</id><published>2006-07-10T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The One with the Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school was compassionate enough to let the students and teachers come late at 8.30am on Monday morning and lessons resumed at 9.00am. It was well deserved as I was really tired from the Excel Fest. Baby Vernice was also having difficulty sleeping because of an uncomfortable blocked nose. But then again I digress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague came to me, telling me that she got an interview for a post in my previous school. it came as a shock ( maybe 2 shocks?). Firstly she seems well settled and adjusted in the school that i though she would be the last one to leave. After going through the previous principal's dynasty, and surviving and being the last (wo)man standing from the same batch, I did not expect her to have this fleeting thought of leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhap my work review with her got her thinking about her future, her path from now. In my usual story telling mood, I told her about the story of a flea. I asked her whether she knew that a flea is able to jump about 200 times the length of its own body. Then again I digress again... I shared with her that there used to be a flea caught in a glass cylinder. As it jumped, it hits the top of the container; which proves to be extremely painful for the flea. the flea tried again and again and everytime it suffered from the collision with the glass cylinder. Slowly it started to adjust the height of its jump so that it would almost touch the cover. This went on for weeks. One day the lid was open and yet the flea was not able to get out, for it has been unable to jump out. it has gotten use to the height which have given it no pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she understood the story behind the analogy. She told me that this story got her thinking about what she want and she realised she did not want to stay on and realised she cannot jump out anymore. She did not want to be the flea in the story.  That was why she decided to try for the open postings and my former school was one of the choices.  This happened to be shock #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as I was unwilling to see her leave, I was happy that she is moving out of her comfort zone and doing something that she had in her words "lost the courage a long time ago". As a friend and a colleague I decided to help her by giving her the insider's view of the interview... what the interviewers might ask ( my former P's and HOD's likes and dislikes, possible questions and standard answers as liken from a TYS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was preparing her for the interview, it got me thinking that it was almost a year ago that I was going through the same process, the emotional roller-coasters and the anxiety and hesitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I plonked myself in my little cubicle, I said a silent prayer and hope that everything will go on smoothly for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Updated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She came back telling me that the interview went on smoothly, though they were more interested in the different systems that my present school have to offer.  However as a friend and colleague she now can fully emphathise with the cultural shocks I initally have coming to this school after her brief encounter with my ex school's students and the school management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115253554689481948?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115253554689481948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115253554689481948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115253554689481948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115253554689481948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-interview-our-school-was.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115241474086339775</id><published>2006-07-09T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;The One with the end of the Excel Fest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching time... be forewarned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is finally over and let me catch my breath momentarily. Piles of work awaiting me to mark and a huge school event,"racial harmony Day" and my NE committee awaiting me to give a go-ahead with the preparation. Sigh! talk about Responsibilities. in fact I was so tired that I had again failed to watch the 3am 3rd/4th placing game in the world Cup. Infact I am disappointed to say that I have only watch like 5 matches throughout the whole world cup in enitirety and like mayeb another 5 which I never lasted to watch the ending, only waking up to turn the TV off after catching it "sneering" at my laborious attempt to keep awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the Excel Fest, after weeks of intense preparations, It finally came to fruition on Friday. With so much aplomb and anticipation leading up to THE event, it was supposed to be a GREAT Event. However I looked back with more disappointments. There were plenty of learning points, plenty of good stuff but somehow the negative things since to outweigh the pros.&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost it was a great learning experiences with showcases of great ideas and plenty of interaction ( good and bad) between the various participating schools. The experiences had been exhilrating. But there were a couple of points which I really have to get it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) Bad Idea of Decentalisation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the organising big-wigs had decided that they are going to have a decentralised system of having 4 -5 anchor schools in each zones so as to facilitate more outflow of innovative ideas and better interaction between the schools of the various zones, however the idea backfired bigtime. A lot of people were in fact put off by the fact that they have to travel ala amazing race to move from one holding school to another so as to view the other exhibits. On top of that the schools are do not have the logistics to cope with a huge turnout (if there were any). Carpark lots lacking, food for the visitors were also lacking in variety. Maybe it was just a case of over ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) Bad Turnout&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have not remember wrongly, they expected about 600 people a day to visit the I &amp; E exhibition and the Classroom experience per day, but sad to say it is the teachers and students presentes who were sweating in the hot and stuffy halls who are making up the numbers in the school where I was having our exhibition booth. My school entourage included a total of 4 teachers, 3 technical support ( one for each shift), 1 D &amp;amp; T support, 6 student presenters and 12 NCC boys as mobile exhibits. I guess we were one of the , if not, the largest group in the whole exhibition. However other than a coupl of disinterested teachers who were idling their time before they rushed for the classroom experience in about say 10 minutes, my student presenters only managed to introduce our creative ideas to just a handful of them on the first day. In fact the primary school kids were in awe when our NCC boys were performaing their rifles displays in their camouflage kit. We came back feeling than it was amore of a marketing stunt rather than a showcase of our ideas. In fact kudos to our hosting primary school, for ingeniously putting plenty of fringe events such as story telling session, dances to entice the audience. However it doesnt really seem very I &amp;amp; E but more like a school's attempt at attracting students in view of the Primary one registration. I guess that is the "Excel" part in the "Excel Fest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) Bad Venue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many teachers I spoke to, agree that to have such a place for an exhibition is quite a turn off. The hall was stuffy ebven for the 100 odd presenters and students in the hall and I can't imagine if there were indeed 600 people in the hall at one time viewing the exhibtion. It woudl have been a burning furnace in there. Although the coolers did help a little, but I believe many would love to showcase our innovative ideas with a smile, and not grouchy looks, with beads os perspirations streaming down our cheeks, ruining makeup and stuff. One of my NCC boys was perspiring so badly that his whole uniform is drenched and his camouflage makeup was dripping and he look like a cross between the grinch and paris hilton in the "House of Wax" It was so extremely uncomfortable there and one of my colleagues had a little argument when he place a chair in front of the cooler. he was told to move the chair away as it would obstruct traffic. But the point is ( see point 1) where was the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3）No Publicity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the exhibitors were disappointed with the relative poor turnout of the public. In fact some question why the MOE did not make any effort to advertise the events since it is like the whole singapore school and the entire teaching population was involved. Many of my friends, even in the journalism and media did not even know about the event. And all of us know, without any publicity there will be no crowd. Many teacher presenters who were there commented that if this is going to be the case, then they would put in lesser effort next year. I totally emphatise with them. My team had put in alot of effort but there were others who put in much more than ours. It was such a pity and a waste ofresources showing it to maybe less than 100 people. I seriously think that it would be difficult to get the trust of the pariticpating schools again if we did our part but yet there was no publicity to tell the whole of singapore about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To entertain ourselves to kill boredom, my school student presenters and NCC boys started playing with the primary school children. The teachers were also bored. Some went for extended tea, other took time to chit chat and for the us, we were so bored that the four of us pulled out a table and 4 chairs and started playing....... scrabble. In fact we managed to attract quite a crowd there. Enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conclusion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of teachers commented that we should have this event in Suntec City, where it was last year. firstly it has the "glam" factor and of course much conducive environment which will invite publicity. Second, it will attract crowds especially the public over the weekend who are in town. It can also be a whole family outing affair. As for building out bonds and interaction between the different zones, separate exhibition halls can be arranged at Suntec City ( they do have different halls not just one) for each zone. Anyway it is just 2 cents worth and let see if the bigwigs would learn from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh back to the drawing board...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115241474086339775?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115241474086339775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115241474086339775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115241474086339775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115241474086339775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-end-of-excel-fest-bitching.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115203004147210131</id><published>2006-07-05T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;The one with the Gate Keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird that going back to school in my red underwear and spandex failed to inspire me to perform superhuman feats. I was again caught in the mundane of stuff with the nitty gritty preparation of Excel Fest firmly at the top of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again today I was indeed vested with power, the power to be in charge of the locking up of the school. As a KAH, I am given the sacred responsibility of locking up the school after everyone ( and I mean everyone) has left. Being a dignified gate keeper also mean that I have the power to chase people out ( even the Principal :P) if they stayed beyond the locking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been preoccupied with work and the preparation of Excel Fest.  Will be a relieved man come 8 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115203004147210131?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115203004147210131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115203004147210131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115203004147210131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115203004147210131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-with-gate-keeper-it-is-weird-that.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115192971900497785</id><published>2006-07-03T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;The One down memory lane with Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So England is out of the World Cup and the bettors' favourite, Brazil was also booted out by the group of grand old fogeys. I guess many will say that these are old news, but sometimes old news is good news, especially for people like me, who literally depend on old news and history to keep my job going :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway missus and myself decided to spend the afternoon having a little quality time on our own, and what good thing to do then to indulge in our usual favourite pastime - spending the time in a dark room and in an air conditioned environment.... in a cinema hall ( what were you thinking anyway *wink wink). And what better movie to watch than of course a show that draws its inspiration during our time. And of course, if you know which movie I am talking about. Yes that is "Superman returns"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, when the credits appears, and the familiar superman theme plays throgh the booming speakers, I sworn that I could feel goosebumps. It was such a familiar sight, with the costume clad hero ( with the matching or unmatching red spandex underwear) and of course his love interest Lois Lane. It was literally going down memory lane as i remember the Superman franchise with the late Christopher Reeve as the faster-than-a-speeding-bullet, building-leaping, x-rayed vision misfit hero. Seeing Superman performing all those stunts again albeit in better CGI effects made me fall in love with this hero again. Forget the crap about how those editors panned this movie, and how they mentioned that nowadays people love superheros with a flawed past, I said, give me Superman anytime, for, as I shamelessly quoted from the movie, the world need Superman :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I am over-zealous, almost religious about this movie, but it was just something I learnt from the show. For in teachers, I feel that all of us are like Superman, ready to help everyone in need in the speed of light. One of the scene that got me into this reflective mood was when Lois Lane asked Superman why he left, Superman brought Lois Lane to the earth atmosphere and asked her did she hear anything. Lois replied "no" and Superman answered, " I hear everything, the people need me." Call him narcissistic, call him egoistic. But he was there to save the day for he believe as what his father said, all people are good in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, I return to school tomorrow with a renewed zest. But first let me iron my superman outfit and my red spandex underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115192971900497785?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115192971900497785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115192971900497785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115192971900497785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115192971900497785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-down-memory-lane-with-superman-so.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115167320110000054</id><published>2006-06-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Excel ExCEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am buried to my nose, even to the strands of my nose hair with work. The holidays is barely a week ago, and I feel like I need one again. thank god for the holiday of youth that let me revitalise and recuperate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my first sacred task to head the school project in the ExCel fest, I am so overwhelmed with the amount of decision I have to made for this 2 day show. incase you are wondering what this excel fest is all about, It is actually to showcase innovative and student initiated activities; besides this the festival will also showcase interesting teaching strategies which made learning interesting. This year for totl defence day I came up with the idea of letting students design their own lessons to encourage them to have better learning and ownership of total defence day and thus they made videos based on that theme. This idea was perceived as innovative and will be showcased in a booth at the school hall in Ahmad Ibrahim Pri. This year, instead of having it in Suntec city like the few years before, they decided to spread to the different zones and bring these ideas to the teachers. Well they do understand that teachers are so busy and they have no time for all this innovative learning etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my stress and predicament. Since I was away the good part of the holidays, the team only managed to meet up last week to finalise ideas. that is when the frantic writing of the write up. brochure designs and the booth design come in. It is such a mad rush and on top of that the Sec 4N exams are coming soon and now we are in the midst of preparing them for revision for the N levels. It can be oh so stressful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless wish me luck, and if you have time, dorop by Ahmad Ibrahim Primary on the 7th (for fellow teachers) or 8th (teachers or parents or any inquistive person) and say hi. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115167320110000054?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115167320110000054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115167320110000054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115167320110000054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115167320110000054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/06/excel-excel-i-am-buried-to-my-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115124250096958665</id><published>2006-06-25T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The One with the last night before school reopens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is a difficult word to spell but yet such a easy thing to do.  But I am gald that I finally got my avalanche of photos from my Perth fieldtrip into bubbleshare.  A freaking 800 plus pictures, no wonder it took me almost a whole day to get it up.   I am jsust going to shamelessly insert the itinerary of the trip which I have gottten from the tour agent to my blog.  I guess you smart people will be able to make sense of all the pictures while keeping in mind the itinerary.  Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 June&lt;br /&gt;2200H&lt;br /&gt;0005H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Singapore / Perth&lt;br /&gt;Assemble at Changi Airport (Terminal 2)&lt;br /&gt;SQ 225 Flight leaving for Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 June&lt;br /&gt;0615H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Welcome to Australia / Lucieville Farm&lt;br /&gt;Flight arrives at Perth International Airport, met by our local driver cum guide and proceed to a rest area to freshen up and have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;We will visit Kings Park where you will get stunning views of Perth City. A short drive orientation drive around the city, taking you to Northbridge, Hay Street.&lt;br /&gt;We will then begin our drive down south.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch enroute.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Bunbury to visit the Dolphin Discovery Centre&lt;br /&gt;We shall then proceed to Lucieville Farm.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, take part in the activities on the farm.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we shall do the animal spotting. Lots of opportunities to see the Australian norturnal animals.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner on farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucieville Farm – Margaret River – Pemberton&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast on farm.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, bid farewell to our farmhosts and we shall proceed to Margaret River to explore the local attractions as well as Geographical features.&lt;br /&gt;Get a glimpse of the River tributary systems.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how the climate and soil in this area is suitable for grape growing and how it has helped make Margaret River a world famous wine region.&lt;br /&gt;Visit to Jewel Cave. The cave is noted for its Beautiful formations including the longest straw Stalactite found in any tourist cave.&lt;br /&gt;Also, visit to Cape Leeuwin, where there is a lighthouse to guide the ships away from this rocky coast.&lt;br /&gt;From Margeret River, we will proceed to Pemberton.&lt;br /&gt;Visit the Tall Tree Lookout.&lt;br /&gt;Overnight Gloucester Motel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pemberton – Albany&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we depart Pemberton and proceed to&lt;br /&gt;Albany. En route, we will visit the Valley of the&lt;br /&gt;Giants-Tree top walk where you can explore&lt;br /&gt;Western Australia’s world famous forest of gigantic&lt;br /&gt;Tingle trees and take a bird’s eye view of the towering&lt;br /&gt;Forest from Tree Top Walk.&lt;br /&gt;At Albany, we shall visit the Albany Wind Farm.&lt;br /&gt;Overnight at Metro Inn Albany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Albany - Perth&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;School Visit. Cultural exchange with Albany High School.&lt;br /&gt;Students interaction and classroom experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Albany, we will view the coastal features. Visit The Gap – a 24m drop to the sea and the Natural Bridge a monumental span of granite, demonstrating the awesome power of the sea when a heavy swell is running. See also the Blow Holes which is a series of fissures in the granite rocks on the coast, which make loud hissing noises and act like geysers when water is forced by large waves through the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch followed by coach journey back to Perth&lt;br /&gt;Overnight at Aarons Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Perth – The Pinnacles / Kalbbari National Park&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, proceed to Nambung National Park&lt;br /&gt;is 19 km south east of the township and it’s here you’ll find the amazing  Pinnacles, thousands of limestone stalagmite-like formations that measure up to four metres high and resembles the ruins of an ancient city.&lt;br /&gt;Join the 4WD tour and sand tobogganing.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is a picnic style.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, transfer back to Aarons Hotels &amp; Resorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Perth – Wave Rock (B, L, D.)&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;You will spent a day visiting Wave Rock. The Wave on Hyden Rock is one of Australia’s most famous landforms, situated 4 km east of the town of Hyden. Rising 15m above the ground and more than 100m long. Wave Rock looks a giant surf wave of multicoloured granite about to crash onto the bush below.  En route, we will also pass through township of York. Here you can get a glimpse of the townships dependence on its location in the 1900s when it was serving as the crossroads for the farming communities traveling to Perth and the Ports at Fremantle.&lt;br /&gt;(Lunch and Dinner will be at local restaurant.)&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, transfer back to Aarons Hotels &amp; Resorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Perth – Singapore&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, check out of hotel.&lt;br /&gt;We will proceed to Fremantle to look at this Historic Port City as well as visit to the famed Fremantle markets.&lt;br /&gt;A quick lunch, then its transfer to the airport for our flight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was a great eyeopener to see Australia and most importantly bonding with my colleagues and getting in groove with the way the school do things.  Anyway here is the &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/41756.ebaff992181"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width:594px;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/41756.ebaff992181/mini?size=580x435&amp;amp;amp;interval=5&amp;amp;amp;style=square" style="width: 594px; height: 474px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/41756.ebaff992181/overview" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This album&lt;/a&gt; is powered by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BubbleShare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/41756.ebaff992181/share#add_to_blog" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Add to my blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lazy sunday was spend by having some bonding time with Vernice and my wife.  Went out for lunch at Paddyfields.  And just wanted to share that this is a great thai restaurant with great food and great ambience.  Situated at copperdome just at Anchorpoint, directly opposite Ikea, the place is a quiet place to catch up with my two friends who wanted to see Vernice.  However the zen-like tranquility whole place was marred by Vernice incessant crying because of her need for moo-moo and her unhappiness of being interrupted from her beauty sleep.  Thanks to my dearie wife who spend the whole entire lunch carrying her, we were able to keep her crying in alas short spasms/spurts??  do go and try the food there.  But be forewarned it is a little on the pricey side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just spend the last few hours walloping in self pity.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ego One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115124250096958665?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115124250096958665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115124250096958665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115124250096958665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115124250096958665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-with-last-night-before-school.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-115111778505775964</id><published>2006-06-24T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:11.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;The one with the last weekend before the term start (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this with a *sic* heavy heart as I count-downed the hours when I again have to wake up at ungodly hours and begin my "tireless 4 wheel drive" to my school.  There is just a certain reluctance and unwillingness to go back to school, citing reasons like not enough rest or not enough holidays.  However barring all these, I must say that this holiday had been really well spent ( not in resting though) as I am fully occupied with stuff in school and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to give a day-by-day account of the stuff that I have been doing during this 4 weeks but i guess I will really bore the hell out of every readers.  Instead I am going to be really anal about all this and be so damn caluclative that I am going to put everything in a pie chart.  in total there are like 4 weeks mulitply by 7 days multiply by 24 hours = 672 hours in this whole entire holiday.  I have done a mental calculation and I realised that that I have spent almost 300 hours ie almost half of my holidays in school related activities. Some of you might sneered at me being so calculative.. but if you would do the maths again, that would mean I have about 372 hours and if you minus off 4 mulitply by 7 multiply by 8 hours of sleep =  224 and add 3 mulitply by 4 mulitply by 7 = 84 hour of meal time.  That is a total of 308 hour which mean that I have only *gasp* 372-308= 64 hours which is like less than 3 days of break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... and why am I spending my remainder of 64 hours blogging something totally irrelevant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-115111778505775964?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/115111778505775964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=115111778505775964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115111778505775964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/115111778505775964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-with-last-weekend-before-term.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114992109654963785</id><published>2006-06-10T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:15.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;The One about don't know what to blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, it is the time of the year again when I am too busy/bochup/lazy to blog. Actually i am as usual facing my seasonal blogger's block where I am having so much difficulty trying to come up with things to bitch about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually to have time is indeed a luxury for me. since the holidays 2 weeks ago ( has it been so long), i have been going back to school alomost every day to help out in the sec 4 enrichment camp ( so as to speak) and of course the mandatory NE quiz (yes that is part of my portfolio) Tonight at T2 I will be flying off for a 7 day fieldtrip ( yes work again...) to Perth for a geography fieldtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be able to get some inspiration to write about stuff there. Maybe the one that I will miss is peaceful nights of uninterrupted sleep in Perth. Surely Ytzens dont have a habit to cry in the night like my baby Vernice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those who read this post. i am planning a simple bbq at my place for those who would like to catch a glimpse of my little princess. it would be on 21 june evening. I know that 4/4 will be coming that evening. If you would like to be here and of course you are ok with the class, please drop me a mail or sms or leave a tag on my board. so that i would not end up having not enough food that day. remember 21 june bbq evening. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114992109654963785?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114992109654963785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114992109654963785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114992109654963785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114992109654963785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-about-dont-know-what-to-blog-as.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114822381170869224</id><published>2006-05-21T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:15.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The One about a Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sung to the tune of "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby she wants my attention&lt;br /&gt;My Baby she just won't go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;My Baby she cries when she needs moo moo&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck, she cried whenever she needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernice Oh Vernice&lt;br /&gt;Oh please give daddy and mummy some sleep some sleep&lt;br /&gt;Vernice Oh Vernice&lt;br /&gt;Please don't poo or pee, after you have been cleaned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114822381170869224?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114822381170869224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114822381170869224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114822381170869224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114822381170869224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-about-song-sung-to-tune-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114801774399075623</id><published>2006-05-19T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The one about Failing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not associated myself to students failing badly in IJ and it came as a culture shock the results that I have gotten so far.  Colleagues offered words of encouragement.  Infact they were pretty non-chalant about it, some were looking at the analysis and said that the results were quoted unquoted “satisfactory”.  Difference in results, difference in standard and so different in expectations.  I was immersed in a culture where students good results were a given, and I guess it is also the type of school culture that I was in, and the calibre of my students then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, much as I would like to give them a pass grade, based on my compassion as a teacher who witnessed how hardworking and motivated they were, I am bounded by my professionalism and integrity to reflect the full nature of their results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces changed when they received their examination scripts.  No gleeing in joy, just blank looks or looks of disbelief.  A penny for their thoughts – the worry of facing their parents with high expectations, who find their hopes dashing with every fail grade their child get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starkly contrasting in classes and attitude - Disappointment, anger, frustration and silence versus “bo-chup”ness( couldn’t-care-less attitude) and oblivion.    Have the students got so used to the negative thoughts that failing was almost by default?  No matter what they do, the elusive pass will remained ELUSIVE.  In fact it was the catchphrase of the day “I failed”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said Humanities is a difficult subject to comprehend, difficult subject to study and memorise, difficult to understand and most importantly difficult to score.  I couldn’t agree with it less.  But then again, to coneveniently chuck this as a reason would be merely looking for excuses.  Guess students and teachers alike just have to overcome this setback and try again, and if failed, try again, and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will definitely come another time, another day, where maybe the same scenario will be, but whether I would have the same thoughts is an issue that I am still grappling with…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114801774399075623?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114801774399075623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114801774399075623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114801774399075623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114801774399075623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-about-failing-i-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114768685639928949</id><published>2006-05-15T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;The One about All about Vernice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width:282px;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/32963/mini?interval=2&amp;amp;amp;size=268x201&amp;amp;amp;style=square" style="width: 282px; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To two of the three most important women in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers' day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114760862944030141?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114760862944030141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114760862944030141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114760862944030141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114760862944030141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-about-happy-mothers-day-to-two-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114725005648807358</id><published>2006-05-10T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The One about Random Thoughts and Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thought #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school turned "grave-yardish" even before 5.00 pm these couple of days. For the discerning, this is the period of the mid year exams. As a KAH who hadjust joined the school a couple of months ago, the school was buzzing with activities and the staff room would usually be bustling after 6.00pm. Maybe it is due to the mid year exams - the kids are mugging, parent-teachers or teacher-parents are rushing home to supervise their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the bliss of peace, said one colleague. For when the marking come, the tight schedule will suffocate you. For me, it is not too much of a difference. I will be marking throughout the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comment #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student asked during my revision with them for the History Sec 2 Mid year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"cher, during the second world war, India under where?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop and control from bursting out in laughter. The class was not so tolerant; they burst out laughing non stop and it took me a whole 5 minutes to settle them down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comment #3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague proffered his nugget of wisdom on dealing with wayward kids. You either give them T-L-C (Tender Loving Care) or R-L-C ( Right Left and Centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comment #4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"class, do you know what is a metro-sexual?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cher, i know i know, it is ah-kwa!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thought #5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague never failed to giggle when she see me. Out of curiosity I ask her why. The answer was not really flattering. "Oh because you very funny, like the 周星驰! (Stephen Chow)" I guess I am in the wrong profession, should have join the loser show on Channel 8 "永不言败 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thought #6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student raised his hand to get my attention.  As I was standing by his side, he asked "cher, must I use what I have learnt to answer the question?" I replied "if not, what are you planning to use?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After apparently an hour, the one student raised his hand, frantically to get my attention. he pointed to one of the question and asked, "cher i don't agree to this question, can I answer my own question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty amazing the type of questions they ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids, the teachers here sometimes do bring smiles to me and my stressful life :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114725005648807358?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114725005648807358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114725005648807358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114725005648807358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114725005648807358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-about-random-thoughts-and-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114707392534936934</id><published>2006-05-08T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;The One with the Screaming and Shouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my 6 years plus teaching experience, I have never experience a class so disunited and so disinterested in studies.  Engaging them seem to be my biggest challenge, you know as teachers, you walked out of a hour lessons, drenched in sweat, feeling a bit of soreness in your throat, and you know that you have tried so much your best in giving your very best in a class.  This class never failed to have this "miraculous effect" on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that I am not a very interesting teacher but it is a challenge to engage them when half of the time there will be disruptive behaviour - whether it is a curt remark, a snide comment, flying pencil cases/ pen caps, or even non-sensical laughter.  I have to admit I do dislike the class especially a couple of them who are recalcitrant cases never failing to get onto your nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident happened today in class, Boy A was in class putting his head on the table when I was busy trying to highlight the key ideas for the students for the midyear exams.  After warning him not to do that in class for upteenth times ( from putting his head on the table to sitting with 2 legs of the chair with head supported by the classroom wall) I lost my temper and asked him to get out of the class and stand outside.  In an act of defiance, he kicked his chair and banged his hand on the table.  This incensed me and I told him louder to get out of the class, not before warning him to take the notes out with him and followed the lesson from outside of the class.  Upon reaching the corridor, he put his head again on the locker top which of course was corrected angrily by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only after ALL these, that one boy told me, "cher, A not feeling well, he a bit feverish..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to keep the long story short, I reprimanded the class for not telling me when I warned A not to sleep in class the very first time.  And of course I got the student back in class and in front of the whole class, apologise to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I have handle this better? Did I let my "flawed" perception got the better of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114707392534936934?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114707392534936934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114707392534936934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114707392534936934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114707392534936934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-screaming-and-shouting.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114707290365814877</id><published>2006-05-08T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The One with the change in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people realise they change when they have other priorities in their lives. All the while, my career was always the utmost one. However when Vernice came into our life in the form of a little thing in my wife's tummy, I still did not have the full impact. Work, Friends, family still took priority in the following order. Then when I witnessed her, I realised what I want more than anything else - to be able to see her grow up to be a fine lady. I realised I have changed, my focus have changed, my priorities have changed, my perspective have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been blogging alot on my little bundle of joy. She can be a bit of a handful especially with her irregular sleeping hours and her unforseen and highly unpredictable "big and small business". It has been tiring, however it is going to be as happy a journey we can experience, amidst the black panda eyebags and incessant yawnings throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what's that compared to the happiness i got. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114707290365814877?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114707290365814877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114707290365814877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114707290365814877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114707290365814877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-change-in-me-sometimes-people.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114653156878636660</id><published>2006-05-02T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The One with the Candle Light dinner @ the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/P1010049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/P1010049.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never realised that hospitals provide this service. but it was a pleasant surprise. I guess it is a ceebration of many: 1) Our ROM anniversary, 2) the birth of Vernice as a new addition to the family, and 3) sadly the end of couplehood. But I am quite sure it would be a most wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the two of us enjoyed a belated celebration.  It was a nice leisurely dinner with talks on our aspirations, our dreams and of course our hope for our little baby.  The two of us were equally excited about embarking on our new phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/P1010043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/P1010043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/P1010043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/P1010043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/P1010043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our candle light dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/P1010044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/P1010044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/P1010043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out the spread.  It was not hotel standard but it was a great experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway i have put pictures on Vernice's blog.  U know the link?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Ego One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114653156878636660?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114653156878636660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114653156878636660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114653156878636660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114653156878636660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-with-candle-light-dinner-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114628102937884904</id><published>2006-04-29T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; The One with Vernice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to blog. Was awake the whole night waiting for my little princess to come and she finally did, with much hesitation at 6.22 am this morning. Would blog about it when I get my well deserved sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her again, all this is just worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, this is vernice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/vernice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114628102937884904?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114628102937884904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114628102937884904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114628102937884904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114628102937884904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-with-vernice-too-tired-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114620704592082870</id><published>2006-04-28T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vernice is coming out today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Latest news!!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sing to the tune of "Raindrops keep falling on my head")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernice is coming out today&lt;br /&gt;And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed&lt;br /&gt;She is not going to fit&lt;br /&gt;Vernice is coming out today, she is coming&lt;br /&gt;So I just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did me some talkin' to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I said I didn't like the date she come&lt;br /&gt;Too early too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernice is coming out today, she is coming&lt;br /&gt;So I just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;She is going to bring so much joy to my home&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernice is coming out today, she is coming&lt;br /&gt;So I just say, So I just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, got to rush to the hospital now.... would keep u people informed.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114620704592082870?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114620704592082870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114620704592082870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114620704592082870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114620704592082870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/04/vernice-is-coming-out-today-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114611661036855004</id><published>2006-04-27T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The One with the letter to Vernice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear daughter Vernice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday that we met each other through the sonogram of the gynae’s office.  And there you were barely centimeters long.  At that time I marvel at the miracle of life, of something so beautiful.  As  I see you growing, the pride and anticipation grows.  In another few day, my months of anticipation will finally come to a close.  I will be able to touch your little fingers and toes and cuddle you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you learn to talk, and walk; and as you starts to show your happiness and frustrations through your emotions and actions, I will be there to witness those magical moments.  Sometimes I may not be there to witness that, but rest assured that I will always be a part of your growing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you come to our family, I just want to tell you how thankful I am to have you in my family.  I am sure that you will bring countless joys and happiness to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I ,like all kia su parents, have so much hope and aspirations.   The world you are coming to is one that is full of excitement and expectations.  As a daddy I have so much big plans for you.  And I know that you would feel that you have this heavy weight of our expectations on you. I want you to share my values, and to do things that I have never been able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking back, I was wondering whether I have been trying to fulfil some childhood dreams in you.  I see a part of me in you and I wonder if it would be fair to you.  You are going to be different and unique, but most importantly you are going to be you.  I realized that I want you to grow up to be happy, to be confident and to be the person you are always meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, amidst all my expectations of you, I asked myself whether I would be a good father to you.  I asked myself whether I would be able to live up to your expectations.  Will I be too busy to watch your first step, to hear you mouth your first words, to go to your school and watch your first school performance; will I be too stressed out to forget about your birthday, to attend your graduation, to go for the parent teachers dialogue; will I be too tired out to help you with your school projects and assignments, to help you in your revisions, to hear you out on your tiffs with your classmates and to answer your neverending inquisitive queries; will I be too tied up with work to bring you to the zoo or parks or to build sandcastles on the beaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere down the road, I may do things that you will feel that I don’t love you anymore.  Sometime you may do things that will make me upset with you.  But do remember that just like you who is first time growing up and me first time daddy, we both have some learning and adjusting to do.  It would be a wonderful journey for you and me that I can’t wait to embark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my precious and I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Lovingly,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114611661036855004?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114611661036855004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114611661036855004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114611661036855004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114611661036855004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-with-letter-to-vernice-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114602958772045596</id><published>2006-04-26T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The One about the three comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague came back to the staffroom, plonked the laptop and teaching materials on the table and remarked: "I am half dead".  What struck me about this comment was that how can a person be half dead when one can only be either dead or alive.  So if one is half dead, then is one dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Comment #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about promotions, a colleague lamented that getting GEO1A2 is about the highest most sec teachers can get.  The SEO rank will have to wait for a long time after one get the GEO grade.  This colleague commented that since that is the way, then we should just work the minimum and ensure that we get just a "C".  Another colleague added that if one just get a "C", the salry will just progress slowly and soon hit the "C"eiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poignant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendly conversation at the canteen brought about an interesting discussion on different viewpoints.  In our usual-coffee-break-breakfast banter, Colleague A remarked that the students were sitting in the area designated for teachers.  Just FYI, this area consists of circular metal cafe like coffee table and matching metal beach patio chairs, unlike the boring tuckshop long benches and chairs.  Actually i was ok about this since there were no teachers using the tables and chairs until colleague A mentioned that this should not be allowed and that if this is not communicated to the students and teachers the students will abuse the system.  Personally I adopte the Singapore's "NO-U turn" mentality.  Let's be alittle flexible about it and give the students a break (literally and figuratively).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114602958772045596?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114602958772045596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114602958772045596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114602958772045596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114602958772045596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-about-three-comments-comment-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114595991707393122</id><published>2006-04-25T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:14.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The One about Alert Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This have been a helluva week for me, I am so busy that I have neglecting my blog and of course my family. I was on MSN and was chatting with a former student when i use the term "busy like hell" which of course in my philosophical reflection, got me thinking... IS hell busy? if it is so what are they busy with? Setting papers like me, doing all the work in the various committees or just going the extra mile helping the students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, a handphone ring and/or vibration will startle me. Not that I am over stressed, but just that my precious baby daughter will be coming to this world within these few days. Her due date is actually on 4 May but the gynae mentioned that she might decided to pop by any time now. Actually my wife and me wanted her to try to "pop" by during these day for there are many significances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 April 2006 - the date my grandmom passed away. it willreally be a tribute to her (Alas too late)&lt;br /&gt;29 April 2006 - the date of our ROM ( possible)&lt;br /&gt;1 May 2006 - What a way to celebrate labour day with labour itself ( possible)&lt;br /&gt;4 May 2006 - the actual day, inference - daughter is very punctual ( possible)&lt;br /&gt;6 May 2006 - Polling day - to celebrate the continual dominance of PAP or to highlight a possble opposition upset? ( possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually amidst all the stress and running around, i am actually very excited about my new addition to the family. That's why now I am effectively on code Amber, anytime when my wife activate me, SOS and you will see me running into a telephone booth and change into my blue tights and red underwear outside, for i will have to rush to pick my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see a metalic light blue lancer with car plate SFMXXXX, these few days and it seems to be defying the speed of sound, it is probably me rushing to send my wife to hospital to welcome the new addition. Do give way K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ego One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114595991707393122?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114595991707393122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114595991707393122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114595991707393122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114595991707393122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-about-alert-amber-this-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114533676997324891</id><published>2006-04-18T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:13.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The One about my work desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own deprecating nature, I present to you the pristine state of a "genius" at work ( well they always associated genius with untidiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is only my fourth month there. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can see my tabletop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/1600/DSC00094.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/DSC00094.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114533676997324891?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114533676997324891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114533676997324891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114533676997324891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114533676997324891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-about-my-work-desk-in-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114492629406990752</id><published>2006-04-13T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The One about Cynicism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first dose of cynicism from a colleague which I had never spoken to prior to today. Anyway it was about a programme that I introduced in the school. Sometimes stuck in the middle is like the chicken platter in a Mcdonald McChicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="342" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1551/377/320/McMiddlemanagement.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought the earth tumbling down and the stars falling from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the real world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I will be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive. As a KAH, I am as enthusiastic as an energiser bunny and this will carry me through the troubles and the caustic waves of sarcasm. My bruised ego will go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ego One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114492629406990752?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114492629406990752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114492629406990752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114492629406990752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114492629406990752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-about-cynicism-i-got-my-first-dose.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714523.post-114446495012461211</id><published>2006-04-08T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:17:13.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The One about Power Possible Corrupts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird how power can actually change a person's perspective about things.  For in reflecting at some of the things that was happenign, I am struck with this revelation.  If this post don’t make sense to you, you are not alone.  I am also not sure what I was trying to convey from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I make the decision to move away from my comfort zone to take on a new challenge, an ex-colleague gave me words of advice.  She told me to always remember that “power changes people”.  (Actually She mentioned that power corrupts people. But I decide to be politically correct about this)  She lamented that people tends to see things in the Big picture when one is vested with power and will choose to neglect those who made up the little pieces in the jigsaw.  She hope that I will remember what she said and I have to say that I had dutifully put this as my work mantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The role as you climb up the corporate ladder is a delicate, ball-juggling responsibility that requires altruism, sanity and most importantly responsibility.  It is not easy to manage peoples’ expectations and yet at the same time trying to negotiate and find peace in the decision that one had to make, regardless of how unpopular it may be.  But then again as a middle manager, that is our role, stuck in the middle, macro-managing and yet micro-organising at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I am worried about losing sight of what I want, with the avalanche of work and responsibility.  However I relished the challenges of looking at things in a different perspective, and to use the power to realize what I can do. Ultimately we are here as teachers, for students, not just administrator for customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to remember to constantly look for my blind spots when I turn.  I just hope people will remind me when I if one day engulfed by the lust for power. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714523-114446495012461211?l=simplybochup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/feeds/114446495012461211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6714523&amp;postID=114446495012461211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114446495012461211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714523/posts/default/114446495012461211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplybochup.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-about-power-possible-corrupts-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ego One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11448192174153896536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/weikwang/P6100047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
