Tuesday, January 31, 2012

MY PET ~ Nutty ~

Latest pic of my pet cat. Ain't he just an adorable angeeeelll?

a) He just love the caterpillar pillow 

 b) Posing with eyes open upon HS request :3

c) Too sleepy to mind HS anymore 

d) Favourite spot

You guys can guess his hobby. :D Sleeping, of course! (>.<) But he has been shedding fur lately. I wonder what pet product I can use to lessen the problem. 

~HS the MOD~

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Class Diary/Journal

I started with "My Memory" section in essay book since early this year. It would be a piece of work from students that wouldn't be judged, regardless of what they wrote and how mangled the grammar were. The students seemed to enjoy the session, especially after reading the comments I made for their stories. They seemed to be more motivated to write. Some even wrote more than a page everytime I carry out the task and they were in 5D!

I discovered that the restraint for students to write was not because of the language, entirely. They tend to have a writer block because of a sudden loss of english word to use. They wanted to explain something, but then were stuck looking in dictionary for the right words to use until in the end, accomplished nothing.They were afraid to write because they KNEW teacher would jugde it.

Freedom was something that we sometimes forget to give during our lesson. We were so used to control that we forgot that sometimes, we need to let go of the string a little to let the kite fly higher.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

It's those little things...

"Thank you for helping me," there was a slight pause there. "I wouldn't have gotten it without you."


She was taller than other girls in the class. A little bit playful, as I remembered. She usually wore a smile or a mischevious smirk, but that day when she stopped me by the canteen and looked straight into my eyes, I saw a different kind of expression I hadn't before. It was a crystal-clear honesty and something else. There wasn't a smile or a smirk involved, yet it made my heart swollen with happiness.


It was those little things that could lift you up on cloud nine. An honest-to-heart whisper of thank. A genuine grasp of grateful hand. A heartfelt honesty. You weren't asking for it, yet when it came, you couldn't escape from being happy - plain and simple.


It was my 5 minutes of fame. I was on a stage with no audience, but I was higher than a kite; perhaps plane. An A in English, a thankful whisper and a person whose life I'd touched. 


Somewhere around the map, someone else would've been feeling the same.


:3 Teaching is indeed, a motivation.

Motivational quotes

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore,
is not an act but a habit.

Aristotle

Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
Willing is not enough; we must do.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe