Wisdom tooth

On this special day, I pulled out not one but two of my intact wisdom teeth. It was not that painful during the operation. The anesthetic was injected into my gums and within minutes I didn't feel anything at all. Nothing at all. The surgeon started out by sawing my slanted wisdom tooth. I can still hear the sawing sound in my head now. It sounded like the automated machine saw in operation before it struck on my tooth. Then it turned into a high-pitched screeching sound when the surgeon pushed the dental saw onto my tooth, cutting my gum in the process. Fortunately, the sound of the sucker tube managed to divert some of my attention away from the saw. The sucker tube sucked out all the debris, broken fragments and blood continuously throughout the operation. Of course I didn't manage to see all that. But after the sawing, out of curiousity, I mustered the remnants of my former courage, I opened my eyes just a little, but decided to shut it tightly back again. In that split second, I saw 2 persons holding 4 metallic tools scrawning all over inside my fully extended mouth. Though it was just a glimpse, it was an obnoxious sight to bear. After several attempts to remove the broken tooth with a pair of tweezers, the surgeon asked for a plier. Then he used all his might and strength to assert pressure on my tooth. My stubborn tooth refused to bulge.The surgeon used his whole body's weight pressing on my tooth. The tooth finally relented and let out a cracking sound. I was half amused and half on the verge of tears. Then he repeated the sawing part again as he went for the second kill...

Happy Children Day!

To all my beloved children,

Happy Children Day!

May all of you have the happiest and most memorable growing up days. Remember to study hard for a bright future and don't just think about having fun. You can always have your fun later;P

All the best for the coming examination.

If I could turn back the time

I wish my secondary school had told me more about the sec 2 streaming. I wish my sec school had given me a choice to choose the subjects that I would like to take instead of streaming me strictly based on my sec 2 results.

My favourite subject in secondary school was Mathematics. I did fairly well in the first half of the year. When I say well, it means that I was like in the top 10 positions in the second best class. However, I failed at the most crucial point of my time and it affected me even until now.

I was complacent and playful at that time. I did not know the consequences of my action. I thought it was just a streaming like PSLE or any other streaming that MOE always have it. I let myself to be controlled by the computer. At that time, internet was the IN thing and everyone was surfing. That was when I started to play online games. I played all night long. I didn't bother to do my homework and started to copy homework from my friends during recess time.

The results came. I did very badly for the Final Year Examination. I was streamed to the 4th class which was an Art class. That streaming decided the course of my life. However, I told myself that even though I am an Art student, I would be the one of the top Arts students better than some of the Science students. True enough, I did good enough to qualify for college and university. But due to my O levels subjects combination, I am always in the Arts faculty :) Though I could not be a doctor or a Mathematician, I become a Language teacher.

Founders of Singapore

Who the hell is this man? This might be your first comment.

Anyone who has been to other Asian countries would know how great this man is. Even in Hongkong, public housing is scarce and only limited to people from the lower income group and even then they need to ballot to get a roof over their heads. Housing was so expensive and most HongKong DO NOT own their homes, they simply rent housing either from their government or an private apartment.

Those have not been to Hong Kong can just take a ride to our neighbouring country. The first thing you might be able to see would be the CitySquare, this megamall in Johor. Alongside with it, you can see zinc-topped houses, dirty old shophouses and slumps.

If you living in HDB flat now or used to live in HDB like our Senior Minister Mr Goh, make sure you know this man!

SM Goh's condolence letter to a great man. (authentic)SENIORMINISTERGOHCHOKTONG.doc


Lim Kim San (Chinese: 林金山; pinyin: Lín Jīnshān); (30 November 1916 - 20 July 2006)


Any fengshui master would agree with me that this is a prosperous name as there are trees, gold and mountains in his name.

Never sick again...

I am not sure how true is this but you may try. Jasmine, you can try taking more yogurt=)

Take more zinc, people so that you will have supersonic memory power!

To Ms Pek,

I've found the way to getting Lord Gelebriand's armor, The Argalia of Elydorn. A young one was taken prisoner by The House Of Fathien.

"I don't want you anymore!"

This is what my form class told me today.

Is that what I will get when I am strict with them?

Why should I be strict with them and let them hate me so much?

What do I tend to gain when I am "too concerned" about them?

My heart shattered when they said those words.

Maybe I should be their "nice, young and friendly teacher".

They will be happy and I can be happy too.

Their subject teacher ended his email with this:

I hope you would do better than me in motivating them.

What should I do?

I feel like ...........

Singapore Youth Festival

Singapore Youth Festival - It was one of the grandest event of the year that I had participated in and I am glad to be given the chance to oversee that the students have a good time there.

It was one of those unusual mornings as I woke instinctively, refreshed and awakened by my biological clock. I woke up real early with an accelerated heartbeat. This is finally the big day I had been looking forward to!

Despite the candid feelings, there were moments of unease, naturally nervous as it was my first time in charge of a major event. With my feet shuffling over breakfast, I juggled my thoughts over the probability of the need for a contingency plan. Concerned with the chances that something may crop up to disrupt my carefully laid out plans, I called up the school to remind the Administrative Staff about the plans for the SYF spectators. Luckily I did. This simple phone call sent a surge of ease through me.

I went to school around 2pm with a dink and my shades on, fully geared for the opening ceremony that was to be held at the National Stadium. I rearranged and labelled the food and drinks for the various CCA group. Soon, the time came for us to board the buses. Helpful students laboured to load the buses with the food and drinks. Despite the hard work, no one complained and faces gleamed with pride and joy, anticipating the upcoming performance.

Before long, we arrived at the Stadium. Students lined up in neat rows getting ready to enter the Stadium. Joyful chatters filled the air. For a moment, I grinned, over the irony of not expecting them to keep dead silent, understanding and sharing this happiness and excitement that illuminates from within.

PM Lee made a grand entrance to address the crowd. Led by tight security as usual, arriving in a white, well-polished, shiny limousine. The stadium was packed like it was a National Event. Spectators were all armed with their red and white, long balloons, clapping thunderously to welcome PM Lee. The heat in the stadium would have driven me nuts on any other day but no, the elated feelings kept my smile on.

Neat rows of marching contingents entered one after another as the compere announced their timely appearance "from Zhenghua Secondary School...", she announced, and unanimously, the crowd around me roared in cheers. They are the reason we are here today, and the reason to be proud of our school. The clockwork driven march reflects on the discipline, hard work and effort taken during their training for this important day. I'm glad it has all paid off. There's no joy in reaping the fruits if there's no hard work sown.

The highlights of the evening was the plane stunt performance led by the Singapore Youth Flying club, not forgetting to mention, the Champion Band from Deyi Secondary School and the runners-up from Tanjong Katong Secondary. They fascinated the audience with their dazzling plane stunts, colorful marching formation displays and the foundational steady band music.

Hopefully this event inspires my young ones to soar beyond, to stretch their limits and to reach out boldly for their dreams. May they learn to live life with no regrets by constantly reaching out and be driven by dreams, for we only live once.

Mr Prime Minister, can we have some fireworks for the kids? It would mean alot to them...

I received my confirmation letter today. I never imagined myself to be a teacher and I am now a teacher in practice! I went to the MOE's N level Examiners Oral briefing after school. I met 2 of my ex-SHSS teachers. I couldn't remember their names but I recognised them from afar. They have aged but I could still remember their faces. After the briefing, I walked over and chatted with them. It was a nostalgic feeling. I felt that I am young all over again. Those growing up days in St. Hilda, playing basketball, reading Teenage magazine, my best friends, NPCC and the crazy things we did, making fun of teachers, giving nicknames etc etc. (Oh no! I think I am getting my retribution now)

I miss my best friend, Wendy too. The stupid things we did together. :) The times we spent during recess time even though we were separated in Sec3 and4. We went to the same college and University and she is now pursuing her degree in New Zealand to realise her dream--to be a veterinarian. She likes hairy stuffs.

Today was a good day. My little ones seemed to be more drawn to carrot rather than cane. Someone even mentioned she wanted abalone. Good. At least she did not want cane. I need to pray hard that the carrot works if not I will have to switch back to the cane which is going to make a hell out of myself and a hell out of my little ones. They did not like the idea of signing a binding contract. Their parents questioned but I told them that I have to resort to this in order to make the environment conducive for learning. I do not want them to lag behind the other NA classes. They used to be good and I want them to keep up the good work.

An idea came to my mind. If possible, I will like to collaborate with 2E5 English teacher and see if we can come out with something interesting for both classes. The English department has started to ask for good essays. Perhaps starting the semester with journal writing is the best. I can also select good writings from here. So children, please let me know if you have come across any good writings by your classmates ok?

Oh gosh, it already 11pm. I thought I told myself to sleep before 10pm. But still, thinking about my little ones. It was my brother's first day in school too. He was home earlier than me. This is his first job. He played the piano after his most-needed nap. I thought he played it with more feeling, more forlornly this time as if he has fallen for someone. His school is notorious in this area but I didn't expect it to be that bad. That school has no express classes. There is no distinction between NA and NT class even. I can feel that he empathizes with the kids to such extent that he sympathizes them. My brother told me that the students in the school are "different". For an instant, I thought he was referring to discipline problems. But I was wrong. There is this boy in his class that he mentioned, was beaten up by a group of bullies in his ex-primary school. The boy's right arm was permanently deformed as a result. You can imagine the physcial agony and psychological trauma that the poor boy's schoolmates had inflicted on him. Worse still, he has to live with it at such a tender age. The students from that school suffered some form of abuse one way or another. They grew up in the most adverse environment that one can think of. Sounds pretty bad, right?

I have a premonition. I think my brother is falling in love....with teaching. Let see how his 4-week stint in that school will change him hehe:) He doesn't know that I am writing about him heh.