Your chance to VOTE

http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/2009/07/the-teaching-of-maths-and-scie.html

Anyone here wants to vote on the issue of teaching Maths and Science in English? If you support the Government's decision, say YES. If you don't support the Government's decision (like me), say NO.

By the way, I always thought that teaching Maths and Science in English was the way to go. I never did well in those subjects when it was taught in BM, but when it was changed to English, my grades went sky high. =P

Unreasonable?

What is the purpose of education?

You heard the saying; "Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. But if you teach a man to fish, you will feed him for a lifetime."

With this in mind, just consider this question posed by someone giving us educators the heat: "Why are you, claiming to be a college with a difference, imposing unreasonable demands like a high attendance rate and a heavy study load?"

Some people just do not stop to think from the perspective of the educators.

Our reasoning is simple, really. What is the point of studying if you do not show up for classes? What is the point of learning how to balance your time and your life if you don't learn how to cope with a so-called heavy load? By God's grace, I have been able to maintain a very high attendance rate, and have been able to bear up to 6 subjects in one semester when I was still a student. And I'm not a bright student, nor am I one of those industrious students. Heck, I was one of those lazy bums who was more interested in music, cars, games, girls, sports, yadda yadda.. And yet I could handle those "unreasonable" demands. If a lazy bum like me can do it, I'm sure pretty much everyone else can, if they put it the effort.

Now that I'm on the side of the educators, my eyes have been opened. And boy, were they opened really wide. The equation is very simple:

Low 'demands' mean low standards.
Low standards mean no recognition.
No recognition means our graduates do not have the best shot at life.
That results in us being known as a diploma mill.

Is that what you want, really? Any Tom, Dick, and Harry being able to just buy that piece of paper, and you, the genuine graduate, being treated the same as Tom, Dick, and Harry. "Oh, you're from that diploma mill? Thanks for asking, but I don't think we can take in anyone from there. We are looking for people with the skills, not the paper."

Some people really need to think. And think hard. Only then, do they qualify to give us an earful.

The dream

Everytime my heart pumps harder before every performance, I know that I'm still in it.
The day my heart does not pump harder, I know that I lost the nervous feeling, and that I have grown tired of performing.

That was my thoughts when I prepared to play and sing. Granted that the last two days was a performance for charity and not for entertainment, but I still gave it my best shot. I even took the liberty of joining in another band to be an impromptu second guitarist because I still get a kick out of performing.

Playing music has been my passion and will always be my passion. And to see people enjoy my music, that's definitely a big plus. I see the direct result of my passion being shared to the people around me. I have a passion for design, writing, and for all things visual, but my passion for music continues to give me the much needed boost when the going gets tough.

To one day be standing on the stage with my guitar strapped over my shoulder, and look out at a crowd of thousands - that is my dream. And I am sure that my heart will be pumping hard and fast as I dig my guitar pick into my guitar strings, letting out a scorching riff as I watch the crowd go absolutely delirious.

Dual screen!

There were two power cuts at the office today. It came from a short circuit in the lighting. So now my department has been plunged into darkness. Well, not total darkness. With the power restored, only our computers, fans, and air conditioning was functional. I can't mark any of my student's assignment papers today, so I passed the time by playing around with two computers.



The screen that was used for my permanent terminal was transferred to my laptop, allowing me to make use of a dual screen. Now that's fun - I've got plenty of space to use while working on some designs on Photoshop. Of course that meant that my permanent terminal is useless without the screen. But who cares? Two screens are better than one, ya know?

Life ends in an instant

Randy scuttled around the room several times. He was pretty hungry, but there was no food to be found. His nose furtively did the searching as his eyes roamed around the room in search of food. All of a sudden, his nose picks up the aroma of oatmeal. He makes his way towards the smell and finds the oatmeal sitting pretty in a cup.

"Jackpot!" his mind goes. He walks towards it only to find two pairs of eyes staring at him. One of the pair of eyes widens in shock and disgust and the other pair of eyes exhibits fear. The owner of the eyes that was in shock and disgust raises his hand, and Randy took it as a cue to run. So he ran. On and on and on. He tried to escape that hand as it definitely wanted his head. He settled down underneath an object on the table and waited for the situation to cool off. And when the coast seemed clear, he slowly made his move towards the oatmeal......





BAM!!!





In an instant, his life was ended. His 'murderer' was none other than the author of this story.

Randy the cockroach just got killed by me. Death by being squashed is definitely not the nicest way to die, but cockroaches deserve this kind of death. That's for trying to get to my oatmeal.

Die hard

I want to change but I don't want to change.
I feel disgusted but I feel euphoric.
I hate it but I love it.

Contradictions, hypocrisy, and worst of all, indecisiveness.

...The thought of the day for me...

You know what?

I'm too busy to entertain you. I know you're somewhere lurking in my head, and that you want me to entertain you, but no. Don't count on it. I know what I have to do, and I will not want to spend even a minute with you. Because if I do, I end up losing myself.

I am too busy, I will always be busy, and I think I'd rather remain busy. This way, everything will always be alright and I can go on with my life.