Who cares? I do...
Missing out writing my blog is definitely unintentional. There are simply too many things, too fast, too furious. Sometimes, I do not have any idea what I am doing every day. Sleep is basically the last thing on my mind, having to wake up at 5am from this week onwards. It's a terrible life.

As I stumbled into the back of a yellow-top cab at around 7.45pm today, it dawned on me that I actually have many, many things on my mind. However, when my fingers touched the keyboard, I found that I was actually pondering over what I want to write. Because there are so many things happening these few days, I really do not know where and how to start. My mind was in turmoil as I reflected on what happened these days. My feelings? Sadness. Uncertainty. At a loss. Disappointment. Confused. Speechless. I guess the list goes on. Until now, my mind is like a whirlpool, spinning and confused.

I guess being a teacher is not easy. I have realised that 3 years ago when I first started my teaching stint. I kept telling myself that I wanted to be a teacher because I want to do something, anything, whatever I can for my students. To me, students/angels mean everything to me, even at my own expense. I have never stopped trying my best because I know the best is yet to be. It is only when I stop trying that I will end my passion and love for teaching. Hopefully, this flame and passion will never cease...

Yet, deep in my heart, I am aware of my physical limitations. That I am a human and I have emotions too. Sometimes too much. Too vulnerable for my own good. I may look strong, yet I am just like anyone else, made of flesh and blood, and lots of tears.

I am grateful for my angels. They are the ones who keep my smiles on every day. They are the ones who keep me going day after day. They rejuvenate my weary and tired soul. Definitely, they are the 120 reasons why I look forward to going to school every day.

Let me bring them something to look forward every day, be it my feeble smile or the perhaps less than melodious voice. Let me continue to touch their lives and let each of them teach me something in return. Sometimes I wonder whether students appreciate the things we do. Sometimes I wonder whether the things we do are worth the while. Sometimes I hope that students can see the angle from which we look at things. Sometimes there are strong reasons behind things that we have to do.

I can really quite disappointed with myself as a teacher. Have I done enough for my angels? Have I really looked into their feelings? Maybe not...*sigh*

I guess there's nothing much I can do except wait... wait...wait... for the day when the angels can comprehend.

When can my broken heart be healed?

~Ask not what my students can do for me but what I can do for them ~My motto in teaching.
- posted by NaNa @ 5:36 AM |

Zen
Just out of boredom whilst staying in the office, I have decided to upload some pictures I had taken recently.

I had been talking so much about the Creative Zen player I had just bought. So here's some pictures.... *tata* Yup, like what Vincent mentioned, it does look like a remote control. In comparison to Apple's mini Ipod, this gadget is more practical. I love its neon blue screen and sensor scrollbars. It's currently the love of my life!

Creative Zen - Front

Creative Zen - Back


At the same time, do check out the cutest and pinkiest London cab on the streets. I had the luck to see one of them on the roads. If I have a choice to paint my car, I would definitely paint it this shade. Oooh, did I mention that I almost wanted the shocking pink Creative Zen but my brother protested like mad before I bought the white version. I love Pink!
The Kookiest London Cab!

- posted by NaNa @ 7:51 PM |