Dream, dream, dream.... (s)

I was sitting in this room which resembles a room in my grandmother's flat in Ghim Moh and then the television was running. I was sitting on the floor with some kids (i think) then there were student teachers around me, looking out for the children. and then i talked to them, and they were particularly haughty, i asked them questions and they replied that they do field practicum as an elective module.Of course I was shocked! It was a "die-die must pass" module for me, but the year ones just shrugged it off and told me that it was an elective module. I was fuming mad.. when i got back to school, i screamed and shouted to my friends what I have just learnt from the year ones. and i vaugely recollect that Hoonie was like "relax! relax This Edwina ar!" and her usual giggle, and Anna and Harveen was like sitting down there just listening to my ranting. I didn't see Gillian in the dream. I was like "It's not fair! I want to quit ECH!"
When i got home, i told my mother what the year ones got to do, she told me something like this " I told you not go to ECH, you wouldn't listen. Now its too late to go back to Mass Comm. You should have accepted Mass Comm.." Me being quarter awake was like "Huh? Mass Comm.. but i was rejected what?!" then the dream stopped.
Half of the time i could hear my voice, but not the rest of the characters mentioned.

seven days.. seven days i have not blogged. yeah because my tag board was down and then blog could only view to where the dancer's foot is, so well what's the point of me blogging when its down? Nothing really happened these seven days, other than me being strucked with the flu bug yeah. nothing else actually.. SATISFIED ?! to whoever wants me to update my blog! wahahha! just kidding dude!
Oh yeah...me neighbour is going back to India again for ten days.. so the Tsunami Gods.. dun yo flood North India okay I want my neighbour.... this particular couple is fourth neighbour in eight years.

so obivous right? i definitely have my reasons. why should i always give in. its so dumb. well.. i dun care how long this will last. i have my own rights and i want to fight for my own rights. so leave it or take it. if you cannot take it, i'm so sorry. at the end, i don't even know who will be stronger one, or who can outlast each other. i don't give a shit because I'm going to treat you like some air.

fighting for my own rights that's all. dun like it.. leave lor!

is that really important to have a nice skin for your blog...

is that really important to have a tag for your blog...

( nah.. just been blog hoppping.. saw lots of blog worldwide.. and i have come to conclusion that Singaporean blogs are usually decorated with elaborate skins, some with irritating music coming out. those midi.. that goes all saccharine sweet. Once you enter a blog that has elaborate skin, you have that feeling " ha .. that must be a singaporean" as you read on. the person is always blogging how life sucks.. how school sucks... how the teacher is treating them...plus.. there's always a tagboard... i know.. i[m actually slapping myself with those comments.. i mean.. i do have a skin, i do have a tagboard, i do complain about life. i think this is part and parcel of a typcial singaporean.. complain and complain.. ... there will be never a day that singaporeans dun complain. )

Supposedly to blog about my first visit in the centre.. okay i'll blog it now.. just in case i forget to blog before the submission date.

Viste Uhn.

Je ne sais pas... c'est bon au c'est TRES mal... l'ecole est champ de bataille..

Bon chance Edwina!

I'm back to where i left. I don't know whether this is a blessing in disguise or an ultimate curse of the lifetime.. but i'm very sure that I am counting down ( 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,) yeah.. whatever ( tune of "always look on the bright side of life" is going into my head) C'est la vie; get it over and done with. This year ( this semester) I'm taking the 4 years old (Ho! older children), well, congrats me or kill me, there's only three kids for me to take.. it can't be helped, because my centre's enrolment is small this year.

Technically, there should be four kids, because there's this boy attends another kindergarten before coming to the centre in the afternoon ( before i leave the centre) Well, I must say that parents these days sure have the "bling, bling!. (Com'on Ed! Look always look on the bright side of life) They are girls, so i should not have much classroom management problems? Je ne sais pas. Of course very child is unique in her / his own way that's why my mentor is givin us two weeks worth of time to interact with the children to understand the, better.. ( Alors! plus lesson plans?!) that means...... i'll have to work on more lesson plans?! URGH! i hate it!

Even though there are trios enfants in my class, its also quite challenging at the same time... well as i mentioned that evey child is unique, so you can see different characteristics.

I know i'm not supposed to "label" the kids..

First kid: short attention span, very easily distracted, slow in completing her work..

second kid: fast worker, very responsive.

third kid: speaks more Chinese than English, working speed : in the middle.

Right. 8 more sessions... pls.. say a little prayer pour moi!

..Fin..

oh yeah.. DEAREST neighbour is back...safetly.. they went back to North India, not south india, so they narrowly avoid the Tsunami thing.. Took the same bus as the DEAREST 15th Floor neighbour met his mom on the way down to the first place. so now... he knows how i sound on the phone before a presentation... haiz.....

boredy- boredy- boredy-do...


I'm bored.. the IT lecturer is rambling away about some bloggies... i think JY's blog is one of the most interesting blog i ever come across, well followed up by anna's. well these are the two most frequent blogs i visit....

there is an in class activiity for I.T. : to blog.. DUH! as if i don't know how to blog... almost once in three person has a blog in the class room..

had two presentations back to back...

had a boring day.

hating someone every second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year....

someone kill me right now.. and you will be forgiven, you will be punished in the name of law.

Almost dead!

Dying

Dying soon!

half dead.

one leg in the coffin

breathing her very last.

On her deathbed

* want to know why im dying or i need someone to kill me, pls I-M me or leave a msg on my tag.

Musik Art

SOUL'D OUT RAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKSSSSS! wow... its cool to be an official man!!!!! of course hehehehhehehe..... it seems that Ngee Ann has good looking guys! just that we are at the wrong location of the school. the school looking guys always hover around FSV, Mass comm.. leaving the not so cool looking ones ones at the ECH building. well speaking of good looking guys hehee. there's this band's drummer.. he is good looking and then me and Wan.. never seen Wan so happy before... she was practically jumping up and down .. we were screaming and jumping up and down at this John Lennon look alike half ang moh guy! hahahahahaha! Move aside Oreo!

i'm still laughing about this.. we were packing up our stuff.. and we were to carry a rectangular black box.. it was so heavy that a few of guys had to carry it up, Jia Yuan started mourning for Fadhil... we all just follow suit = fadhil just died and we are palbearers!! waHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! still can't stop laughing about it man! had a laugh man!

then we all proceed to al Ameen for dinner.... with the necessary sound's boss... whose' name

Life is beautiful but it is unpredictable.

Things come and go.

= Dedicating to Tsunami victims. =

25th December, 26th December, 27th December, 28 December, 29 Decemember, 30th December, 31st December, 1st January, 2nd January, 3rd January, 4th January... I'm seriously thinking after 11 days of absence.. my dear beloved neighbours who went back to India ( Dunno which part, but all i know they are Punjabis and whom i saw in the airport on the same day i left sg.) are not coming back. Perhaps its a two week visit or not coming back for good ( i mean literally not coming back, ETERNITY), or either the entire airport is submerged under water, all flights are cancelled, no airplanes are able to land in a flooded airport. Right..one good looking guy missing. dead. alive. not coming back. sad..