floating crap

Personally, I feel that people who do not flush properly after defecating are gross, inconsiderate and devoid of good manners.

For the umpteenth time at work this year, I was confronted by shit floating in the toilet bowl. It is probably not the fault of the culprit that his smelly remains are less dense than water BUT the least he could have done is ensure that most of it is flushed down properly!

t.i.r.e.d

Whenever I'm tired, I tend to picture the word "tired" in my mind, in big, black, bold letters (all CAPS! Times New Roman!) and sometimes, I even spell it out in my head over and over again like a mantra.

I don't know why I do it. I think it works against me somehow...

shrek forever after ... finally!

I've never been a fan of the Shrek movie franchise. I can't pinpoint the reasons. Maybe it's because I never liked Mike Myers, or Eddie Murphy's overwrought voice-over work as Donkey. Although I've watched all of the Shrek films (1 to 3), my memory of what they were about is rather dim. They never did leave a lasting impression on me. My favorite character, if there is to be one, would be Puss because I think it's genius for Antonio Banderas to be parodying himself from The Mask of Zorro.

Shrek Forever After seems like a tired re-tread at first with all the try-too-hard jokes which made me dislike the Shrek movies. However, the theme of mid-life crisis and wishing the grass is greener elsewhere is certainly something I can relate to. After the first 30 mins, the film got its groove and I started to even enjoy it. Interestingly, the scenes which are truly hilarious (to me, at least) are those that have Puss in them.

Cameron Diaz, as usual, brings the right amount of steel and sweetness into her characterization but the villains this time around (a very bratty Rumpelstiltskin and a mute Pied Piper) are weakly amusing.

I managed to catch Shrek Forever After in 3D and it's amazing how the audiences actually had their 3D glasses on all the way until the end credits rolled. My nose bridge was quite sore and I couldn't wait to get my glasses off! Frankly speaking though, How to Train Your Dragon was a much, much, MUCH, better 3D movie.

verbal vomit

Your exam paper is not worthy of even being my toilet paper! It's not worthy to wipe shit!

The excerpt above is just a tiny part of the five minute verbal vomit that I had in one of my classes yesterday morning. I apologize. I'm the worst "moulder of the future" there ever is because:

1) I always make resolutions to remain calm and objective but always get carried away by my emotions.

2) I can never stop my verbal vomit although I'm perfectly aware that it's doing more harm than good. And honestly, I just go on and on spouting nonsense until I finally realized what I was doing and calmed myself down...

But seriously, those kids really pissed me off. I was trying to make everyone understand that the reactivity series of metals can be easily recalled using a mnemonic which I've taught before, and then there they were, happily doing their own thing... i.e. chatting, sharing jokes, dozing... even after several reprimands. And mind you, three quarters of the class failed my subject! Apparently, the saying "learning from your mistakes" is alien to their childish minds. Can I help it then that I just went totally bonkers??

The funny thing was, although I was still piping mad after the verbal vomit, one of the malay boys who failed came up to me after class and told me frankly that he had "given up on chemistry." He proceeded to explain that he got drunk on sunday night and had a hangover on monday morning, the day of chemistry exam. What could one say after such a bold admission??!! I did manage though, to convince him that he had it in him to score a decent pass in chemistry. By the way, I was not making it up just to make him happy -- I really believed it too!

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On a more serious note, I spent the last hour before sleep last night, thinking if teaching is indeed the right path for me. I had wanted it to be. But I think, after yesterday's incident, that it is not fated.

I guess it is my fault that I'm never "assertive" enough. Perhaps, I'm not cut out for this job. Or perhaps I'm simply not trying hard enough. Many times, I've asked God in prayers, to make me strong enough, but time and again, I'm faced with challenges that test my ideals and aspirations.

I've been morose the whole day of yesterday after it happened and am trying valiantly to just forget that the incident ever happened. But even when I woke up this morning, it was still at the fringes of my mind. I am disappointed that my kids did not make the effort to pass their chemistry -- I had hoped that they would "wake up" abit since the 'N' levels are just a few months away. I was disappointed, and disappointment leaves a very bitter aftertaste...

a piece of sky

I haven't been sleeping well lately. Sometimes I feel like my head is going to burst open. I just wish I could lie down, stare at the sky, and --- stop thinking!

howler

Despite being only two-thirds through one class and another one more to mark, I'm taking a breather now because I realised I haven't had dinner. So since this is an official meal break, why not blog too? ;)

Anyhow, thought of uploading this:


It's too funny NOT to blog about it! Well, I must concede that even something as drab and monotonous as marking has its highlights...

colorful

I wanted to post this entry last friday but something else came to mind. Anyway, the welfare committee at work invited a pen vendor (namely, Pilot) to come over to sell their wares (at exclusive prices, of course) and a handful of female colleagues went ga-ga over their new range of multi-colored gel inserts that came with their multi-ink pen series called Coleto.


Step 1: Choose a pen barrel, which comes in some very nifty transparent colors, and four different pen inserts/refills that are not only funky to look at, but have some funky names too, like cherry red, baby pink, crystal blue, apricot orange... and there's even a mechanical pencil insert!


Step 2: Put them all together and hey, presto! -- four pens in one! A color to suit every mood and occasion~! ;)


Actually, I already have something similar from Muji but I just got carried away by the hype and bought one for myself too. Really, shopping is a great and effective way to relieve stress!

monday blues

It's pretty easy for me to get diarrhoea. Apparently the men in my family have very sensitive digestive systems. I love to drink milk and eat (reasonably) spicy food (I can't live without sambal cili or chilli sauce), but these are the very sort of foodstuff that would surely give me tummy aches the morning after & multiple visits to the loo.

I had such an experience this morning & thought a self-awarded "off" day is ok since all I'll be missing at work is a quarter and an hour's worth of invigilation. I decided to be abit frugal and went to the nearby polyclinic instead of my usual private GP.

Time obtained queue number for registration: 830am

Time registered and obtained queue number for doctor's consultation: 9am

Time of doctor's consultation: 1020am

Number of patients seen by doctor before myself: grand total of FIVE

mood of doctor: apathetic, uncaring and insensitive

mood of yours truly: meekly subdued & sullenly silent on the outside, seething like Mount Krakatoa before cataclysmic explosion on the inside

Time obtained queue number at pharmacy: 1030am

Time I FINALLY left polyclinic: 1050am

Total duration of time wasted: 2hours 20mins

Cost of consultation, medication & most importantly, mc: $0

Lesson learnt: Patience is a virtue especially when one is trying to be economical.

sunday night tv

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

Casablanca, starring Humphrey Bogart and the luminous Ingrid Bergman, has the fifth most quoted movie line of all time, which is "Here's looking at you, kid." I studied the film for my cross-fac module back during my uni days and watching it again just now, (while marking my papers of course) made me realise that the film is full of quotable quotes. Much like how P Ramlee films are for Malay movie buffs.

Before that, caught the repeat telecast of Renovaid, which I think provided a very insightful look into the lives of the less fortunate of Singapore. Kudos to the show's producers for coming up with the show, which, though not an original concept, is something very different for English-speaking audiences. Really, the show is quite heart-wrenching to watch.

Anyway, I'd better get back to my markings. I still have one more class to go before tomorrow's batch comes in. Sigh...

cheeky

"cher, where are you going?"

"I'm heading to the restroom."

"You need me to accompany you?"

"NO!!"

Sometimes these kids really test the limits of my patience with their extreme laziness & obstinacy. But I gotta admit that they can be damn hilarious too. It certainly made me smile. At least for awhile... :)

we are all voyeurs at heart

The world wide web being at our fingertips means that information can literally travel at the speed of ..err... how fast you can tap the ENTER button on your keyboard.

Pretend to sleep in the MRT (so that there is no obligation to give up your seat) when an elderly person is standing right in front you -- someone, somewhere may be discreetly (or not so discreetly) snapping a photo of you and your unassuming countenance may appear on STOMP by evening time. And if the aforementioned "paparazzi" has a mobile data plan, then he could even upload said photo in mere seconds.

Now, whenever I am caught doing something foolish in public by friends or colleagues, someone will quickly remark, "Later you appear on STOMP then you know!"

However, I am not one of those individuals who take time out daily to check out what STOMP has to offer (fancy an expose on people who lean their backs on the vertical railings on the train?) but recently, there was a piece on Yahoo news about a male teen from a certain school that assaulted a female friend in a lift. Someone filmed the incident and posted it on youtube, which was subsequently posted on Facebook by someone else, found its way on STOMP, and of course, it quickly caught the eye of local journalists. I mean, teenage assault in a public lift, in identifiable school uniforms no less. This was certainly fodder for the press and definitely WILL cause a public outcry.

A couple of disturbing facts about the video:

1) Boy was frequently slapping girl and slamming her head against wall of lift. Her reaction? Quite mild protestations. She was mostly concerned with smoothing out her hair.

2) Person videotaping the incident did not do anything at all. Was this person the director of this very dramatic incident, leading most to believe that it was all staged? Or is it just another manifestation of society's sad habit of preferring to be voyeurs rather than do-ers?

inertia

This is four classes worth of markings.





After this weekend, it'll be just two more days to Marking Day & consequently, to the end of the exams. Five classes worth of my marking load came in yesterday & 3 more on Monday. Can I finish all that by next Wednesday? Yes, I CAN because I MUST!

One would think that marking is the bane of my existence but on the contrary, it's not. What really, really sucks about teaching is when you have to handle stubborn, disrespectful teens AND stubborn, hard-to-please superiors day in and day out. That would surely drive me bonkers.

But I digress. The point is, I dislike marking & I hate the feeling of not knowing if I can complete my work by the given deadline.

As the saying goes, if I can't meet the deadline, then I'm as good as dead. lol

mee siam

What I really love sometimes is a plate of nice, traditional, mee siam. Sadly, my mother, though she is one of the most amazing cooks in the world, doesn't really make hers spicy enough for my taste buds, mainly because not many in my family have high tolerance for spicy food.

I love mine abundant with greens and just a little sprinkling of fresh, crunchy, bean sprouts. With boiled egg and a dash of sambal, some yummy mee siam is all I need to cheer me up on a dismal morning.

it rained today

Attention please; the platform floor is wet. Please walk carefully.

blogging again

I can't believe that it has been almost FIVE whole months since my last entry. The most cliched of phrases, "how time flies", couldn't more true.

Looking back on these five months, alot of things have happened. There had been laughter. There had been tears. There had been moments when I felt as though life is not worth living anymore. There had been moments when I felt so glad to just be alive.

I've heard it said somewhere that change is the only constant. But then, there had been moments when I was more than a tad frustrated that things have NOT changed with the passing of the years.

I have been very tempted to start a new blog... either with tumblr (which is quite hot at the moment) or wordpress. But after much thought, I decided that I should just stick to my blogspot.

Sometimes, I think it pays to make up your mind and stick steadfastly to something. It shows tenacity or strength of mind. But then again, some people may call it simply foolish stubbornness.