Was I like that?

These few days, the students have been getting their prelims papers back. After endless hours of marking, I thought I can finally take a breather. How wrong, man! Students were bugging and begging for more marks. Some tried to argue their way through, trying to justify what they had written (which, most of the time, happened to be wrong). I'm not saying that all students who came to me have answers that were wrong, but some of them, knowing that their answers were wrong, still tried to convince me that half of what they had written was right, so they couldn't be considered wrong totally, and hence needed to be awarded marks!


Well, thinking back, I try to recall my time in Prime College. Did I or any of my peers approach our dear Chem tutor, Mrs Tan, to pester her for more marks? Not that I can remember. Is the difference in attitude due to the generation factor, or is it due to the environment? My colleagues (both from the same country I came from) and I were joking, maybe this is the difference between MIM and MIS. If the hypothesis is right, I'm so proud to say that I have less of this bugging-ability because I'm Made In Malaysia. :)

Having said that, dear students of mine, prelims is just prelims. A Level is just around the corner. Take the chance to learn from your mistakes and learn them well. You won't get the chance to bug the Caucasian who will be marking your paper!

Baby blues...

I'm getting heavier, I've hit the 50kg mark on the scale. I'm a little upset because I've never hit 50kg for the past 27 years!! However, at the same time, I know this is the norm, a baby is growing inside my tummy, of course I'll have to put on weight!! But I'm vain.........

Last week, hubby bought a storybook to read to the baby. It's a book on stories from the bible. So, everynight, hubby has been diligently reading stories, trying very hard to project his voice in the direction of my tummy. Initially we felt rather funny. Maybe the little baby also feels that it's funny. Sometimes, while reading to him, we can feel a kick. I wonder if he's enjoying the storytelling, or he kicked because he wanted us to stop!! It'll be quite amusing if we can see through my skin, and see the baby covering his ears with his palms!!

As the due date draws nearer, I'm a little anxious.....

30 years - contented?

Yesterday, over lunch, my colleague expressed his views on marriage. He said he would thank God if God allows him to be with his wife for 30 years. That struck me. 30 years? That's freaking short. I mean my daddy and mummy have been married for 28 years, I don't see them being separated, either by death or divorce, in the next 2 years!! No way!

But I have to agree with my colleague. We can't take life for granted, be it ours or our spouse's. If God allows me to be with my man for 30 years, I should be very thankful. No one knows what will happen the next minute. But the greed in me still insists that a 30-year marriage is not sufficient. I mean if God allows me to have 30 years only, I'll be only 55 years old. The age where most people start to enjoy the fruit of their labour. No, I want to enjoy my retirement days with my hubby. I have always wanted to know how does it feel when he holds my hand when both of us are old, no longer in our prime, no longer as healthy. I always envy old couple who are still lovey-dovey. I hope to see that happening to me and my hubby.

So dear Lord, I still want to thank You if You give me 30 years of marriage. But Lord, anything more than 30 years is a bonus. And like all typical Singaporeans (although I'm not truly one), I will, deep down in my heart, hope for a year-end bonus!!

How to republish??

For the past few hours, I have been trying very hard to republish my blog. I did some changes to its layout and posted a few test postings but these changes were not reflected at all. So I went about surfing for solutions. Tried adding a ? behind my url and it actually worked!! So I really hoped this posting will show! Those computer savvy persons, please don't laugh at me ok? If anyone know of a permanent solution, please do let me know!

Good intentions misinterpreted

As you can tell from my 2 postings within a day, I'm actually quite free. It's prelims now for my students, so while waiting for the standardization of marking, there is nothing much for me to do. So, here I am, back to blogging.

Yesterday was a dramatic day. Someone whom we (meaning I and hubby) cared about cried after confronting us. She thought that we intentionally treat her like an outsider, stopping her from doing anything for us. Well, the fact is that we didn't want her to tire herself helping us with chores. During the confrontation, she said she was very disappointed when we asked her not to bother coming to our house to cook porridge for me when I was on medical leave. We did this out of good intention, we didn't want her to travel just to make me a bowl of porridge. Furthermore I was well enough to at least put the grains and water into a pot, and turn on the gas without burning down the house. There were also other examples cited by her. Hubby was a little pissed off with her reaction, and felt a little helpless because she misinterpreted our intentions. So, he kept a super black face while I kept quiet throughout. I didn't know what to say, lest I say the wrong thing and create another misunderstanding.

Well, after the big hoo-ha, back in our own house, we sort of got into a discussion. Hubby concluded that all women are the same. 'Tears - the secret weapon of women'. Sorry, women out there, I couldn't help but agree. I, for one, am like that.

This incident set me thinking. Sometimes person A and person B do things they think the other party will appreciate. By doing so, they actually mess up the whole situation, creating unnecessary misunderstanding. I wonder if this were to happen in a marriage, what will become of the marriage? Maybe I'm thinking too much...

For now, I just hoped that when we meet this evening, we can pretend nothing has happened. Nonetheless I reckon it'll still be a little awkward.

My first entry

I have always wanted to start a blog, but stopped short at starting one because I wasn't sure if I have anything to write about. I mean I'm just an ordinary soul, who would want to read about my ordinary life right? So, read on at your own risk, lest you get bored to death!

Let me begin by reminiscing the past. I left my hometown to further my studies 7 years ago, leaving behind my beloved family, my adorable friends, and many memories. It was really a tough decision, because my friends were all either staying put in KL or going to even further places such as UK after their pre-u. I was the odd one out, taking up an offer in singapore. I remembered my then-boyfriend, in order to please me, did apply to a singapore university, but was unsuccessful. I was really sad then. Anyway, before I could accept the fact that we had to maintain a long-distance relationship, I was ditched, without any sign, without any reason. Thinking back, he must have been kind and saved me the agony of having to say goodbye to him.

Well, that's not what I want to write about. I want to write about the friends I left behind. I left behind great friends like EC, WY, Alex, ST, Jason, Teresa, etc etc. We still kept in contact initially, via email and msn. After a while, we drifted apart and I felt I lost them. I guess I am to be blamed because I had been very lazy and slow in replying emails. Hey people, if you happen to be reading this, I'm sorry for taking you all for granted.

A trip back to KL recently provided the opportunity to meet up with an old friend, Siew. We were primary, secondary and pre-u schoolmates. I was quite worried that we would have few things to talk about. Well, it was uncalled for. We chatted and chatted like during the old times. Siew, thanks for taking time to meet me. You are a wonderful friend.

Waiting for time to past. I want to go home. That's nothing to be done in the office and yet I have to stay till official knock-off time. How sad! Dear comfy bed, please wait for me, I'll be back asap!