Korean Drama

I'm currently watching Korean dramas on my monster speaker while trying to get access to my tblog account. I wonder what causes tblog to be inaccessible? If it really disappeared, then my whole 15 some years of blogging in my first blog just went down the drain. Don't really want to blame it on the failed server, I should know well to transfer the blog before anything like this happens. Yet, I'm really hopping that the site would come back soon.

Wai Khru Day 2016

We celebrated Wai Khru Day two days ago. It was done during Chapel program this time and students were required to sit on the floor while teachers sat on chairs that were provided. It was a neat planned program by the SC but one thing I didn't really enjoy was to see how noisy and bored students were while the program was running. While teachers were suppose to enjoy the privilege of being celebrated, they have to quiet the students down and made sure that they were paying attention to what was happening. Apparently some teachers got the better of it and didn't see how he/she could enjoy the program any longer and shortly left even before the program ran half-way. 

Ugh! I left when the students were asked to 'wai' to whoever teachers they wanted to show respect to. Not that I didn't want to be there for the students but it's also sad for those new teachers who just came, seeing no students went to them to give their 'wai' respect. It will be nice to have students representative to give flowers to each teachers so none will feel left out. Anyway, despite of running away, students still flooded my class and gave their respect and jasmine flowers. I was actually surprise to receive a long written card from a student named Anna S. She was special, played jaguar bass, piano and drum yet one of the quietest one in class and everyone knows that but to have her write to me was an unexpected one. I'm grateful for the time I chose to not talk to her about things that her mom was pushing me to. I knew deep in my heart that she didn't need to know. Thank you Lord for guiding me on this one. Not my greatness but for Your glory, Lord.

Mid Autumn Festival At Home

Happy Mid Autumn Festival everyone!

This year I didn't get Mei Xin's mooncake like I used to for the family because we thought it's time to venture other mooncake carrier out there. So, we get to try two different types of mooncake. One is a coconut covered lava mooncake, and the other is a purple colored mooncake called Violet Harmony. Both tasted so good! We were supposed to go out and have dinner at a Chinese restaurant but we canceled just because all of us were tired and little hobb decided that he wanted to play with his toys at home (yet he ended up reading books). I managed to whip up a simple dinner with Tom Kha Gai as the highlight and everyone ate mooncake while I looked at online music equipment. Slow life is precious for us because our mornings are always in a rush and it's hard to slow down at times especially with homeworks, work and other things in the evenings! One day at a time, one day at a time!

Because Of You - Tamia

This song is always stuck in my head in the morning because I set it as my alarm clock buzzer! Even so, I'm not bored with it just yet. I just love the words to the song.

Because Of You - Tamia

[Verse 1:]
I've had my share of good and bad news
I've had to cry when no one else knew
Felt all alone like nobody could really understand
But I heard you whisper a sweet melody
Said give me your burdens, give them to me
Today I stand, Lord, stronger and wiser because of you

[Chorus:]
Because of you
Because of you
Because of your love and grace and mercy
I've made it through
And no I'm not perfect
Sometimes I fall
Yet, Lord, you've been there whenever I call
And if anyone asks me how did I make it
It's because of you

[Verse 2:]
Strong for my family I have to be
But tell me who's strong, who's strong for me
Who gives me strength and courage and wisdom to make it through?
But there's not a friend, no not one
None that can help you, not like the Son
If anyone asks me how did I make it
It's because of you
Oh

[Chorus:]
It's because of you
It's because of you
Because of your love and grace and mercy
I've made it through
No I'm not perfect
And sometimes I fall
But yet, Lord, you've been there whenever I call
If anyone asks me how did I make it
If anyone asks me how did I, how did I go through
If anyone asks me how did I make it
If anyone asks me how did I go through
If anyone asks me, Tamia, how did you do it?
It's because of you 

What About Them Expecting to Sail through??

Here I am still getting the hang of Summer school even a week had gone by. I know that I am blessed with 7 hard-working students. They work hard, not so hard but enough to enjoy their 6 hours of class for a month!

Last year, I really learned to let go. Let go thinking of the things that at the end won't even happen, let go of the feeling that I'm not good enough, and let go of hanging onto something that I have no control of. Teaching life was much better and much easier in school. I got to know and became close friends with more students and managed to stay away from negative vibes most of the time. Yet, there are times, the negativity of others just crept in and I really don't know how I even survived working with such people!

Today, while waiting for my students to finish their open book test, I sit here thinking of what this occupation holds for my future. Then again, I realized, it's not my future that will likely be at stake IF, but it's my students. My plans on 'riding' on a kurt cobain mustang will not be affected by my choices I make today and I know that but what about my students? What about that mini theater club I promise to sponsor? What about that larger than life American Lit. class students signed up for thinking it could give them a smooth sail to Grade 12 without meeting any monsters along the way? What about them? 

Find the Magic in Simple Things

May we move through our day with innocence and openness of a child.
May we see magic in simple things.
May we let the force of love take over.
Because
"Life isn't a problem to be solved. It is a mystery to be lived." - Osho

No Words

Today I walked out of the house angry. Angry of what I found and learned from browsing the mail. I seriously don't understand why people would lie to friends, love ones, and to their own self so easily. Don't they see what damage lying can bring to a friendship? Relationship? Family? What's left of trust? Loyalty and Honor? After that big LIE I got spat on my face last June, I don't think I could take in another but that's what I have been getting. One BIG lie, followed by small ones, every now and then. That includes today. 

How do you suppose one could forgive 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 when you're merely human being just like them? It's shameful enough to ask tell me off by saying "you just killed all my motivation!" Sort of that phrase was said. I am really not a fool. Fool me over and over again if you need to. Ultimately, you are only fooling yourself because that is what fools do to themselves. 

Well, what is done is done. People just don't appreciate you. Move on. I wish it was that easy. Right now, I'll get native instruments guitar rig and play a happy life song. Till the music dies off!

The Seven Ages of Man

 My students and I read this poem by Shakespeare, yesterday. Sometimes it is so hard to put the ages of man into perspective because sometimes we don't act and look like our age. However, this poem somehow brought out the kind of perspective that no one could deny. When I ask my class, "so what is your age, according to this poem right now?" Some thought that they have a long way to go. Some realized that hey, there's only 7 and I am at 3? Some nonchalantly cared a little about what this poem has to convey. I counted my age, and I am at age 5. Two more "age" years to go.

All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Eyes Straight, Chin High

I was in the elevator this morning when a bunch of students swamped into inside and started to blah in Thai! There were two teachers inside it was as if none of them saw any of us. When the door opened at the 3rd floor, and the ignorant students stepped out, one girl stepped inside and we had a chit chat. I was referring to the previous group who walked out and casually said "How ignorant! Two teachers are standing here and they know they are suppose to mind their language but see what they did instead!" Then the girl student who were in with us said, " they are Thais, what do you expect?" So I said "well, at least in class they all do speak English!" And the girl went on and said "Even in class, they don't speak English. Why blame them for that?" then the elevator reached my floor and I said "Look, you are not English, but why do you speak English?" and walked out! I feel demotivated many times just because the students are not aware of how much their teachers care for their future! It's like giving them a 65 amps and they just smack it to the floor! How motivating is that? Oh well, why do we have to care so much anyway?