<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516</id><updated>2012-01-27T20:26:09.237+08:00</updated><category term='ycs'/><category term='children'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='childcare'/><category term='classroom management'/><category term='research'/><category term='earth'/><category term='news'/><category term='web'/><category term='development'/><category term='Music'/><category term='IT'/><category term='pets and animals'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='art'/><category term='school'/><category term='faith'/><category term='literacy'/><category term='book'/><category term='special needs'/><category term='novice'/><category term='movie'/><category term='job'/><category term='photo'/><category term='travel'/><category term='portfolio'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='video'/><category term='outings'/><category term='home-school'/><category term='teenager'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><category term='boston'/><category term='braces diary'/><category term='dance'/><title type='text'>God's little wonders</title><subtitle type='html'>inspiring minds, celebrating lives</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2696717678618227440</id><published>2012-01-27T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:26:09.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift</title><content type='html'>Received a very useful and lovely gift from a parent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, Marie and Alexa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know teaching is tough, especially when you doubt yourself. But dear new teachers, the initial phase is hard.. I made a lot of mistakes.. Learn from the mistakes and just do your best for kids... Parents can see your effort:) Best of all, the kids will love you so much.. 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How many time will it take for me to get it right? The more I try the worst it becomes... By the time I learned how to, you would already have moved on so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;When all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me?&lt;br /&gt;To get it right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This will be my last post about my supposedly-good friend. Going to bring these thoughts to another place and let it be a secret. If not friends would think I am a very sad person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna head out to the beach... to cycle... swim... Just be alone under the sun and think about what I should do next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3392431069145503011?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3392431069145503011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-get-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3392431069145503011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3392431069145503011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-get-it-right.html' title='...to get it right...'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9kSFZYM6kLM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2374296539623114027</id><published>2012-01-22T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:33:03.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>望春風</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k9NuO_3rLGY" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my ah ma's death anniversary. Since she moves on to another world we cannot see, cny is not that happening like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never spoke a word to her, except greetings and wishing her on cny. Never know the feeling of being close to a grandparent, except my granpa whom I lost when I was really young. Below is the Kenny G's music of the song Jay Choou sang in the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nd3TByzTo3o" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, ah ma is the only closest relative I have lost. I never attended another funeral other than my late chinese teacher. I am really bad at coping with lost. Don't think our ah ma has ever left us, everytime our family pray to her something good will happen:) Thank you for watching over us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out this is an old Taiwanese song. Enjoy the spring breeze and have a great Chinese New Year:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oSdyELb2Slc" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2374296539623114027?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2374296539623114027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2374296539623114027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2374296539623114027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_22.html' title='望春風'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k9NuO_3rLGY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3657674400107415410</id><published>2012-01-22T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:18:21.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comes a rainbow</title><content type='html'>Was excited when I saw the rainbow while the car was jam at jp carpark. Was thrilled when my sis said it was a full arch rainbow. I had to turn my head from left to right to see the full rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my area, I have seen many rainbows, but rainbows did not appear for a few years. This time, many people, especially in the west saw rainbows, even the double rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parent told me it is God reminder at after a storm, comes rainbow and sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing is when I prayed, I thought I heard God telling me to wait for a storm. So for a few weeks, I was waiting for a big heavy rain, but everytime it rains I will be in school. When I saw the heavy downpour ytd, the first thing I asked was "now it is raining, what do I do? Walk in the rain?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was caught in a carpark jam for more than 30mins in the heavy rain. As it subsided, I saw a bit of the rainbow and got so excited. What was magical was that many people saw different rainbows at different parts of Singapore!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the rainbow, I said things to all my lost friends that I always wanted to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the rainbow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rainbows brought many awwww moments for people, I made a decision to stop pursuing the new relationship. I dont want another issue of hurting him and myself again because I cannot handle another break up. I havent finalize my decision and will be sucky if I leave Singapore. I rather be alone and happy:)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kOB5zyU-vWo/Txt__Nft7AI/AAAAAAAABAQ/KYRNhPnwBoE/s640/blogger-image-1695217101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kOB5zyU-vWo/Txt__Nft7AI/AAAAAAAABAQ/KYRNhPnwBoE/s640/blogger-image-1695217101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3657674400107415410?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3657674400107415410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/comes-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3657674400107415410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3657674400107415410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/comes-rainbow.html' title='Comes a rainbow'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kOB5zyU-vWo/Txt__Nft7AI/AAAAAAAABAQ/KYRNhPnwBoE/s72-c/blogger-image-1695217101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6086670581513051406</id><published>2012-01-21T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:44:47.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>You havent seen the last of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5FM5Akcjraw" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Burlesque on the big screen about a year ago... we started dancing in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song by Cher, I wonder how the "last of me" will look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God pushed us way past our breaking points, but a beautiful testimony awaits us when we keep to our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say sorry to all my friends who were concerned about me. I guess since I hand in that letter and finalized my decision I got really frighten of my future and want to act tough. I am pretty stress *imagine Gary* right now. To the "higher" ppl who thinks I am childish and wants to run away from problems, I want to say I am not a person who escapes, I just want to reach my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been a baby for too long, time to step out of my comfort zone and make a difference to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be back on my feet. This is far from over, you haven't seen the last of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6086670581513051406?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6086670581513051406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-havent-seen-last-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6086670581513051406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6086670581513051406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-havent-seen-last-of-me.html' title='You havent seen the last of me'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5FM5Akcjraw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-4579561929650603263</id><published>2012-01-20T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:37:08.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese new yr weekend</title><content type='html'>Had our school cny celebration today. The mood is different because I know it is my last celebration there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent out letter to parents already. Heartache, can't bear to say goodbye to the school and kids. Sometimes, you just need to learn to say goodbye to what you love when the time comes.. Life hardest lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can enjoy my cny in peace.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gKKw2Mnsjxo/TxluAusIUAI/AAAAAAAABAI/m7w9-sncEcE/s640/blogger-image--407564372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gKKw2Mnsjxo/TxluAusIUAI/AAAAAAAABAI/m7w9-sncEcE/s640/blogger-image--407564372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-4579561929650603263?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4579561929650603263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-new-yr-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4579561929650603263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4579561929650603263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-new-yr-weekend.html' title='Chinese new yr weekend'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gKKw2Mnsjxo/TxluAusIUAI/AAAAAAAABAI/m7w9-sncEcE/s72-c/blogger-image--407564372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2838638266985642021</id><published>2012-01-20T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:48:19.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>不是学不会</title><content type='html'>第一次听JJ的“学不会”，我真的很了解他唱的那种感觉。我拼命的时候，却失恋了三次。他们都觉得我不够好。只有一位内疚到哭着跟我说再见。另外两个“对不起”虽然不是真正的道歉，可是早就原谅他们了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人很容易爱上我，却很容易离开我。&lt;br /&gt;外表美也美不过别人，&lt;br /&gt;人品善良也好不过别人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还以为我永远学不会 - 多聪明，少烂漫，少爱他。&lt;br /&gt;可是最后一句说对极了“不是学不会，只是觉得爱太美，值得去沉醉。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不再说我傻或笨了。只是很爱她身边的家人和朋友的女孩子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;虽然比不过，我相信我是一位好的女朋友！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱真的太美。Yvette 可能很快就找到心上人了。还是会为他傻傻地拼命！=）请朋友祈祷我和他能确定和信任对方吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在只能一步一步走。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2838638266985642021?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2838638266985642021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2838638266985642021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2838638266985642021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_20.html' title='不是学不会'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3102766071787872604</id><published>2012-01-19T20:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:09:46.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>In love with RM</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hj84sQLG950" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving this competitive guy day by day... Muscular, angry, but can be so cute and whiny till he has a nickname "Kookie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/glG3VgZAJsM" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How talented is Gary?!!! In love with his rap... In love with this song by his duo group - Leessang... Why every couple in the MV wear masks? A lot of elements and hidden meanings here. Director did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a kid wearing pororo socks!! And I thought of HaHa and asked Mummy where she bought the socks. But she said she can hardly find Pororo stuff in Singapore. I saw the cartoon in CD Rama. Heez!!! My sis roots for HaHa, and I think she will go crazy if she saw him in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwangvatar always makes me laugh everytime he gets out so fast. His person kinda reminds me of myself. He model leh, no play play arh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4uheSA-aHBI" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with Jae Suk. Despite being senior in the entertainment industry, he treats the others with so much respects and he is just so true. Fell in love with this MC since I heard him laughed in the Bangkok episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PXwB8ONvedM" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness he dances better now:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can HaHa and Jae Suk wear suit in RM too? They look so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Running Man at night gives me nightmares, because laugh too hard results in nightmares. But it is so addictive. As the game gets more complicated, it appears to be more scripted than a real game. Still an awesome show!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3102766071787872604?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3102766071787872604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-love-with-rm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3102766071787872604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3102766071787872604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-love-with-rm.html' title='In love with RM'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hj84sQLG950/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2432145495414939594</id><published>2012-01-18T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:20:53.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets and animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston'/><title type='text'>Of splish and splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698964137124538898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxaDh0zq2mE/TxbJsDT_qhI/AAAAAAAAA_0/dyFDqjB8qfI/s400/DSC04567.JPG" /&gt; That's my sexy legs kicking water to splash at my kids. Had a small sense of accomplishment when a girl and a boy who refused to step into the pool past few weeks, were having loads of fun today. Another girl who used to be afraid of water running down her face, was "washing" her hair at the water spray area. I realised I only have just a couple or less swimming session with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS a parent yesterday and the Daddy gave me a lot of encouragement, or maybe trying to convince I am a good teacher. He and his wife has been very supportive of us and I wished I had the strength to go on working with young children. After what happened on New Year I lost all motivation to be a caring a loving person because I seemed to do more harm by loving them too much. To the extent I am willing to exchange having the kids injured to what I am going through?... I think I am over-paranoid already and is time for me to rest my mental stress. It is a clear sign I cannot be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God must have His reasons for giving me such a character. I totally hate it because I can never hate anyone or show real anger. I looked dumb and people take advantage of me. No matter how hard I tried to be smart and tried to be cold-hearted, I still become a dumb dumb in the end. But I still have to be patient and wait to know the reason behind this apparently stupid-and-hard-to-get-rid character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tcXU7G6zhjU" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this video on a man, Michael &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fishbach&lt;/span&gt; (how cool his surname has the word "fish", and he is the co-founder in Great Whale Conservancy?), on how he and his family rescues a whale, badly tangled in a fishing net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was risking his life to swim so near to the humpback whale, a small swing of the tail could injure him badly.Yet, it must have been an awesome experience to go so near to a creature so magnificent!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salute to the heroes, who spent so much time and effort in saving these sea animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kid is so fortunate to see the rescue and the 1-hour spectacular appreciation show by the whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, I know what she is doing... she is showing us she is all freed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so much better than the whale-watch I saw in Boston... But I never regretted spending the money to watch whales on a cool summer day. It was an amazing moment. After watching this video, my "craving" to go back to Boston is so strong. It is like I am home-sick. I feel like just booking the tickets now and fly back to my second hometown... But Boston is freezing temperature now, I have to wait till about May or June:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a place I really want to hide and cry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698975805884664018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZqK8WrLrh4/TxbUTQ1NCNI/AAAAAAAABAA/6fY6sZ3lK8g/s400/18.01.12_CNY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese New Year is coming and this festive season I feel like staying home. But seems like there are lots of plans coming up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crystal and I are going to shuffle with the dui lians on Friday. Shuffling Lion Dance stole our shuffling idea!!! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2432145495414939594?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2432145495414939594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-splish-and-splash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2432145495414939594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2432145495414939594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-splish-and-splash.html' title='Of splish and splash'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxaDh0zq2mE/TxbJsDT_qhI/AAAAAAAAA_0/dyFDqjB8qfI/s72-c/DSC04567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1644380220309233602</id><published>2012-01-16T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:58:07.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball court gettin' bigger</title><content type='html'>Ran about 8 rounds around the basketball court with my kids this morning.. They were not tired but I was!! And being chased by ten kids while you are close to no-breath is something scary indeed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball courts look bigger to me now.... Miss those days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u hear me saying sorry? Hope so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1644380220309233602?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1644380220309233602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/basketball-court-gettin-bigger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1644380220309233602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1644380220309233602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/basketball-court-gettin-bigger.html' title='Basketball court gettin&apos; bigger'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-4926547764646344548</id><published>2012-01-15T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:04:04.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Snails @ One Fullerton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a mini birthday celebration to celebrate SuperEn's birthday!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cheerful girl, who is always there for her friends, a great leader and team mate, and not to mention, an awesome snail!!! A teacher, an educator for children with special needs, a mentor to all of us.. A girl who does everything with God's love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697868949128547154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N45oMigOIoE/TxLlnuGJC1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/H5z5MLuQeU8/s400/DSC04472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697868955501186546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sAdg489y8w/TxLloF1fzfI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/YIB65MY18iE/s400/DSC04471.JPG" /&gt;Eh SuperEn, thanks for saying I am "sweet and gentle". But it's really not true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697868972906833890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZgt_iGd8_Y/TxLlpGrU5-I/AAAAAAAAA-o/HQy-QRaj87Y/s400/DSC04483.JPG" /&gt;Second snail poloroid... Remember out first poloroid was also on En's birthday, in Ngee Ann Poly, with the balloons?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697871184322327522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih6ZZJaqHns/TxLnp013c-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/tUY-ylJeKKg/s400/DSC04484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697868962651441442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6biXuIJLv6E/TxLlogeQCSI/AAAAAAAAA-c/J3xMz70ylV8/s400/DSC04480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending a lot a lot of money on Wheelock College is really worth it. Studying this degree programme is one of the best decision I have ever made, I learned so much, and most importantly, I met you girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mimi, I cannot wait to see your wedding pictures, Roger must be so xin fu to have you. Have a blissful marriage with eternal happiness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;En, can't wait for you to come back from Aussie and to attend your wedding. Remember the dance entrance ar:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shron, take care I miss your craziness... Please stay healthy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meiling, don't let people push you around. Stand up for yourself, make yourself heard! Show others how capable you are. You are the brightest snail!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ama, why you no come!!!! See you during cny okie?!!!! Hugs!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Running Man Bangkok episode over the weekend (haiz, one hour show can drag for so many days &amp;gt;&amp;lt;), and found out 2pm Nickkhun is a Thai!!! No wonder he looks.. erm... special... But he is really cute.. Watch this son MV makes me wanna go club and dance!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all the Ah Lians, put one hand on your hair and another on your neck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my girls, raise your glass and put your hands up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause' we're going to party soon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KgrB2KBZws4" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-4926547764646344548?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4926547764646344548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/snails-one-fullerton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4926547764646344548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4926547764646344548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/snails-one-fullerton.html' title='Snails @ One Fullerton'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N45oMigOIoE/TxLlnuGJC1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/H5z5MLuQeU8/s72-c/DSC04472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-8425567673460790305</id><published>2012-01-14T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:10:33.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Onjengan... will smile again:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/67zwsVqp2nU" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happend to come across this link while searching for Kookie. IU name sounds familiar, have I seen her video before or it just sounds like an IT company? Saw Dream High and thought of those stupid cheesy high school love shows.. But this song is very sweet and jazzy, like Olivia Ong style... Such a simple song but she sang with so much feelings.. till it reminds me I am not supposed to be happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days past it gets clearer what have been happening the past 1 month. I have no rights to lose my temper but I was really damn angry. I guessed he must be thinking wtf this bitch is doing... Whether he is doing just as I begged him to, or he is ignoring me for someone else, just want to thank him for doing that and really sorry for losing my cool. Whatever I said won't reach to him,&lt;br /&gt;maybe all my words have never reach to him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how come this link came right in my face when I was searching for other stuff, it's like the universe telling me everything will be all right again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly recovering, telling my friends how awesome I am, sing K with them and make myself look stupid, meeting up with old friends and chat, they tell me to be strong and whatever "good qualities" I have that makes me a gem. No matter how good I am, I still lack in many areas... Will continue to work hard to improve myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so difficult because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그는 향수를 사용하지 않습니다&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그는 내 외모에 대해 거짓말을하지 않습니다&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;난 구글 번역을 사용하면, 그는 웃음&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그는 나처럼, 테디 베어를 좋아해요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그는 매번 나를 조롱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;때때로, 그는 수줍음 측면을 보여줍니다&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그는 많은 한숨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그는 순종 남자 친구입니다&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;전 질렸어요 때 그는 나를 발견&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그리고 난 오랫동안 그를 사랑해...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love with someone, you fall in love with his everything, even the ugly side seems cute at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears not wasted ba, I knew our relationship will end up like this, I knew he would easily find someone better. I told myself, and to him from the beginning, that I will make this journey worthwhile... no matter how it turns out... It ended perfectly, but my own stupidity caused me to hurt myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday... I will fall in love again:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-8425567673460790305?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8425567673460790305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/onjengan-will-smile-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8425567673460790305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8425567673460790305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/onjengan-will-smile-again.html' title='Onjengan... will smile again:)'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/67zwsVqp2nU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2180253059927231627</id><published>2012-01-14T12:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:22:36.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>of piano and eggs</title><content type='html'>I think I have not open that piano for over a year. It has become my clothe rack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supposed to wake up at 5.30 and go with my family to Malaysia's "Wrentham" (premium outlet). I missed the one in Boston and now there is one opening so near to us. I missed this opportunity again. I could not wake up or open my eyes, maybe too tired with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*ahhhh ~ my handbag....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You want to remain as friends for what, later his gf misunderstand? Later she miserable, he miserable and you also miserable. Just leave it lar..."&lt;/em&gt; The most wise thing my friend said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arh... most men are assholes but they are actually quite simple-minded and straight to the point. Saving friendship is important, but your friends' happiness is more important, even if you need to say goodbye and leave the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to this morning, I had a sudden urge to play the piano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have almost zero knowledge in piano but I remember I used to anyhow play the piano, compose stupid 4 verse songs and my mum would ask me "What song is that? Very nice!" Wah I have a nice mummy. Anyhow bang keys she also like. I did not keep the songs I made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With almost 2 years of not touching the piano, I have not interest to play the songs I learned but to try out random chords... As I was playing random keys and trying to find simple chords on the left hand, I think I went into daze and thought of what happened in December. So I recorded down to hear what I'm actually playing when I wasn't really listening. I wonder why I keep hitting "E". And I am surprised it sounds happy despite the clashes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e5b7f9b31096e19a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5b7f9b31096e19a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925654%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D132D2A8C7C4C5919DB3872D08A245594A7CA03.6E215AF03A00DC075A37B2D8B794DC46E6BC6D51%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5b7f9b31096e19a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDheB4-QO9p8i0uGegEenzpKz8Nc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5b7f9b31096e19a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925654%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D132D2A8C7C4C5919DB3872D08A245594A7CA03.6E215AF03A00DC075A37B2D8B794DC46E6BC6D51%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5b7f9b31096e19a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDheB4-QO9p8i0uGegEenzpKz8Nc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried another random playing without looking at the keys. I find playing without a care of how it turns out is really fun. The product may be like sh*t but that short 1 minute I see things more than I can while looking at my fingers. I hope all piano teachers of young children can understand that. When my instructresses pushed me so hard when I was 7, I lost the joy of being lost in my own world of music. My listening skills were bad because they taught me to focus so much on my fingers. All I cared was playing the right notes. 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I wonder how it feels to make a simple dish for someone you love. Will master cooking with the goal of making 爱心便当 for my family everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still must learn hot to make nice kopi. My retirement dream of opening a small cafe in some mountains in Taiwan is still alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I made a list of what I must do the next few months:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up on Glee and Running Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Korea and Bangkok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take hip hop classes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a better-paying job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a wedding planner for someone :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2180253059927231627?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2180253059927231627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-piano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2180253059927231627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2180253059927231627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-piano.html' title='of piano and eggs'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPcCj8qBjZI/TxEMsqsAyvI/AAAAAAAAA94/FXo8ORjGwaI/s72-c/Hotdog%2Bomelette%2Band%2Brice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2839357292878958841</id><published>2012-01-12T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:49:29.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BEat9GDexSU" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the earlier few episodes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Running Man come to Singapore... Their games so innovative..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2839357292878958841?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2839357292878958841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/running-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2839357292878958841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2839357292878958841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/running-man.html' title='Running Man'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BEat9GDexSU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-554582606355851971</id><published>2012-01-10T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:06:22.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我可以走</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;只是要跟你说不要生气了，你不喜欢，我可以走。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;这是唯一我能为你做的事吧？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you happy can riao..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-554582606355851971?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/554582606355851971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/554582606355851971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/554582606355851971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_10.html' title='我可以走'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-8954114427150262904</id><published>2012-01-07T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:32:57.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Don't dare to be close to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dare to be close to my kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scared of saying goodbyes already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned a lesson. I think I have finally grow up and realised the real world doesn't have a place for an emotional and sensitive girl like me. Will listen to my colleagues' advice, don't be an innocent and dumb person anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will live the right way... Even if I don't smile everyday like now, I just want to be freed from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get to read this, please... if you want to find me, ask yourself if you really want me. If not, please avoid me and don't let me find you anymore. FULL STOP FULL STOP FULL STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694897488887540002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcKDB8-DRWQ/TwhXF-Fn6SI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3ZnQW99cUAU/s400/IMG_0315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently have to tie my hair like some siao za bo... Keeping long hair and now is the difficult length at the shoulder. As I don't know how to plait hair, the pony tail sticks out like a sore thumb... Haiz faster grow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-8954114427150262904?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8954114427150262904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8954114427150262904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8954114427150262904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_07.html' title='.'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcKDB8-DRWQ/TwhXF-Fn6SI/AAAAAAAAA8w/3ZnQW99cUAU/s72-c/IMG_0315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2619868302634077093</id><published>2012-01-04T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:37:57.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Eh, now what?</title><content type='html'>Can't believe another few more weeks... I will be jogging in the morning, going out late in the night, learning new things (finally I can just go learn dance without worrying about work, can't wait to dance again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started making plans now for Feb... Nothing to be jealous about.. heh;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is America still possible? There like a bit messy now... Taiwan, my chinese not so good, Korea too cold... My friend ask me to China work... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693738864926504226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOTCJLm-WEo/TwQ5VLfHtSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Jb3b0x1xrsw/s400/DSC03099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally took a pic of the sky while playing bubbles with the kids... Will miss the beautiful moments here... The swimming pool, basketball court, the large field, the bird-watching trees, kites, sandplay, kids amaze... This really seem the best place to have a childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2619868302634077093?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2619868302634077093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/eh-now-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2619868302634077093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2619868302634077093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/eh-now-what.html' title='Eh, now what?'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOTCJLm-WEo/TwQ5VLfHtSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Jb3b0x1xrsw/s72-c/DSC03099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-5657921027076840560</id><published>2012-01-02T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:28:41.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>看不到</title><content type='html'>哦！这感觉好熟！&lt;br /&gt;害怕一天，哭了。&lt;br /&gt;伤心一早上，哭了。&lt;br /&gt;想通一下午，哭了。&lt;br /&gt;已经哭够了，再哭就被人家笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出门时一边走还一边笑。偶尔差一点流眼泪。好难看！我都看不到路了。其实，我已经很幸福了。你留下的记忆都是那么开心。我不生气了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸妈妈真的讲对了！谁跟我就倒霉！对不起没好好对待朋友，落到这种下场让你们担心。&lt;br /&gt;算了，我不能跟啦啦熊斗了。。。这是你第二次弄我大哭了，还记得两年前为了你伤心。你欠我太多太眼泪，欠我很多约会，还有太多太多“用心良苦”和“担心”。把这些你欠我的东西都留给下一个女朋友吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望你有一天能看到我的真心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;看不到也不用经，我还会全心全意祝福你，请你一定要幸福！&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-5657921027076840560?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5657921027076840560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5657921027076840560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5657921027076840560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='看不到'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3788722742012868757</id><published>2012-01-01T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:01:24.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Happy 2012!!!</title><content type='html'>Another year gone. I think I have been wishing writing my New Year reflections three times on this blog. Somehow I feel okay looking back on the old posts now. No longer feel any hatred on myself or on the people who hurt me so much. In fact, I have forgiven them and wish them happiness, and hope I can learn to forgive myself soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memorable moments in 2011:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complaint up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MCYS&lt;/span&gt;, constant flow of new kids, final end to a bad story, sh*t bonus, severe lost of voice, swallowing a camera down my throat through my nose, first banana boat ride, Lion King &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; musical, very-fun-day-at-USS, Shanghai-Hongkong holiday with family, Teachers' Day celebration, watching Ghost adventures, Damian and Cameron, Staff-retreat at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; (first time play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;archery&lt;/span&gt;), Harry Potter last movie, Running Man, have braces removed, very-sick December, Taiwan Christmas holiday... Just being with my best friend for New Year countdown....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it sounded really bad in the beginning of the year. Had a rough time in the first two months till my Chinese partner scolded me "No point bringing bad mood to work, bad things will happened. I rather want you to go home and rest". After she said that I became more positive and good things start happening. Yes, many bad things still happened but I cannot remember them anymore. Like Jimmy said, just leave "good marks" along the way. Over time, you will somehow turn bad things into good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 doesn't sound as exciting as the others... but I had a very happy year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good is coming to an end. Will be sorry to leave and I know I will regret somehow. But I need to protect myself, and also keep my sanity before I break down again. This job is really not for me. A lot of uncertainties lie in 2012... Today is the scariest 1 Jan for me, but I will take all I have learned with me and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a decision between passion and money. Should I leave a satisfying-paying job for an even lower pay plus health-risks mission? Honestly I do not know who to talk to. Think need to give myself a lot of time to think and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many downs I have in 2012, I still have my family, friends and ah dar:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year resolution?&lt;br /&gt;Never think of it. Maybe to finish my work on time? Stop procrastination? Treat Ah Dar better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3788722742012868757?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3788722742012868757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3788722742012868757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3788722742012868757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-2012.html' title='Happy 2012!!!'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7555479552116250358</id><published>2011-12-10T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:40:52.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom management'/><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Within a month, I watched more moveis than I can afford. But my sister is paying so no worries there!&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Tin, Twilight Saga; BreakingDawn, Puss in Boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is the best of course. I have two weeping women sitting next to me on either sides. I was too busy looking at Edward to get myself into the mood. Bella looked so thin and scary when she was pregnant, felt like puking because I started imagining what her baby is doing to her inside her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of N1 is fine. In fact I am very happy, they suddenly talked a lot once they came out of the toddler classroom. The kids seemed to be enjoying themselves in N1. My poor Wei Wei is struggling with 20 over kids, with my naughty ex-students in her class?!!! I am angry about it till I don't feel like talking to her about it. Just feel very sad for her she is going through this alone in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most schools are like this. They quickly max the class number, increase enrolment, increase profit. The quality of child care is in black and white, teachers were asked to follow what it is need to be done and there you go, a so call "quality child care". A lot of "emotions" of children, teachers, administrators and principals were not considered. The top stress, our boss stress, we stress and the students stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Root of the problem? Money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be our class's turn soon:(&lt;br /&gt;God bless us!!! Pray, pray, pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took off my braces and I looked different....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7555479552116250358?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7555479552116250358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/12/movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7555479552116250358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7555479552116250358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/12/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6025491761074489309</id><published>2011-11-28T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:35:26.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces diary'/><title type='text'>Final 1 week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Si0Y3zdbjps/TtOofksfRsI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Z6euSKA6_LQ/s1600/DSC02491.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKEowe9N8QU/TtOofRSi7vI/AAAAAAAAA7M/RAwY6lQ70Jc/s1600/DSC02487.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vc5cBAQ36iQ/TtOofPqZ_9I/AAAAAAAAA7E/S-uaYf2_AF8/s1600/ConcertSneakPeek%2B%252812%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680068809778134994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vc5cBAQ36iQ/TtOofPqZ_9I/AAAAAAAAA7E/S-uaYf2_AF8/s400/ConcertSneakPeek%2B%252812%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final 1 week to what????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Last day of Sapphire, first day of Lily... yeah... new class:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My freaking braces will be taken off on 3 December *cheers* Yup!!! I still have ulcers till now. Thank doc for delaying my appointment twice!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) school concert!!! My tods danced so well today's rehearsal.... Love them so much. I will do my best not to cry that day... Sry I can't upload the dance because I am not allowed to:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulation to the K2 graduates, may you have a great time in primary school, having the best friends and best childhood experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my tods, continue to inspire lives. I love you all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Shao Lao Shi, I will miss working with you. Thank you for all the encouragement and fun. I believe the year rock because of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6025491761074489309?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6025491761074489309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/11/final-1-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6025491761074489309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6025491761074489309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/11/final-1-week.html' title='Final 1 week'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vc5cBAQ36iQ/TtOofPqZ_9I/AAAAAAAAA7E/S-uaYf2_AF8/s72-c/ConcertSneakPeek%2B%252812%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-520950919635953937</id><published>2011-11-12T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:08:35.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Parent-Teacher Conference</title><content type='html'>Never blogged for a looooong time because was busy preparing portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class has the first outbreak this year.. why now when the children are going to be promoted in two weeks:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing serious so far. Thank God for watching over my students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PTC is memorable. I am glad parents are happy. One mixture of touching and sad moment touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with toddlers for so many years really let you have a jelly heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia yo!! Jia Yo!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-520950919635953937?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/520950919635953937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/11/parent-teacher-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/520950919635953937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/520950919635953937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/11/parent-teacher-conference.html' title='Parent-Teacher Conference'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7495225467696709028</id><published>2011-09-11T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:26:33.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>NFC Learning Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651090750143028946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMAHE-6nkrE/Tmy1GLPFXtI/AAAAAAAAA58/PlmA0Ctglbk/s400/DSC00708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially, I wasn't keen on the idea we had to go for learning carnival on Teacher's Day. I was so worried about my workload which I had to complete before the Genting trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had a simple-fun day... Nothing exciting happened except listen to Grace sing like an angel, sat on a Rodeo for 29 seconds, our principal suddenly went high because she ate too many sweet corn, we queued for the NETS Flashpay card for more than an hour, became musicians at a workshop, and we won first place in the telematch.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651090752450630258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIXkciw1KgM/Tmy1GT1QknI/AAAAAAAAA6E/S07_ujxXR1E/s400/DSC00755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep inspiring young lives, teachers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7495225467696709028?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7495225467696709028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/09/nfc-learning-carnival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7495225467696709028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7495225467696709028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/09/nfc-learning-carnival.html' title='NFC Learning Carnival'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMAHE-6nkrE/Tmy1GLPFXtI/AAAAAAAAA58/PlmA0Ctglbk/s72-c/DSC00708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3393527601598606845</id><published>2011-08-31T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:17:02.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Teachers' Day celebration 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;One year passed since the banner, slide show and bird nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;This year, most things remained the same... messy potluck party, bird nest, and the touching message the parents left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Fortunately, our parents brought in delicious and healthy food not like the picture shown below, which were given to us during the meeting. I think I will get sore throat if I did not praticse self-restraint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XScbE5M6II/Tl4xAOTkekI/AAAAAAAAA5s/L4Y-QkBXQc0/s1600/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647004862679120450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XScbE5M6II/Tl4xAOTkekI/AAAAAAAAA5s/L4Y-QkBXQc0/s400/DSC00683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I cannot resist Grace's very very yummy cheese cake. Wanna take a bite???&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647004848354534178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uW9BCLOc244/Tl4w_Y8UoyI/AAAAAAAAA5c/CVgRlUlKsOU/s400/31.08.11_TeachersDay%2B%252813%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vb-DFZvEQHc/Tl4w_wyvE5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/HWV1hRvslzc/s1600/31.08.11_TeachersDay%2B%252816%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Was touched by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; the cards a couple of the toddlers did. Also touched to received gifts from other students' parents. Parents like them really very appreciative and supportive, which helped us to get going and give us motivation to work very hard despite the daily challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647004854756774802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vb-DFZvEQHc/Tl4w_wyvE5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/HWV1hRvslzc/s400/31.08.11_TeachersDay%2B%252816%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darian's card brought tears to my eyes. Think Catwoman and Reei were shock to see me suddenly burst into tears. The beautiful hairband was chosen by him too! My Lao Shi tied her hair proudly with the scrunchie he chose for her. I am so going to grow fat with the yummy chocolates and sweets. I have not opened the wrappers yet, I will do it later after fixing the videos. Parents of children who were not in school were also wishing me.. and many many heartfelt thanks to my pioneer students and their parents... whom shown me the support I really need right from the start of 2011..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yo Now!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3393527601598606845?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3393527601598606845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/teachers-day-celebration-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3393527601598606845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3393527601598606845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/teachers-day-celebration-2011.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day celebration 2011'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XScbE5M6II/Tl4xAOTkekI/AAAAAAAAA5s/L4Y-QkBXQc0/s72-c/DSC00683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1415139315925479951</id><published>2011-08-30T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:30:32.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7tv54Z9eng/TlzVaMyWqYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/xKu-wmRKyfc/s1600/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646622678901500290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7tv54Z9eng/TlzVaMyWqYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/xKu-wmRKyfc/s400/DSC00612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After more than 6 hours of preparation, the small gifts are finally done. Small notebooks from Popular and bookmark... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why a teacher giving teachers' day present to other teachers? Because even though I am not their student, I appreciate and respect them for teaching. A very small token of appreciation but I want to thank all the teachers and staff in the Treehouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was so caught up in what happened in the classroom, I did not think about teachers' day or the upcoming learning carnival. Even my school celebrating with potluck I do not have the mood to think about the party. I LOVE school celebration. But, I am horribly reminded of the messy pot luck party exactly 1 year ago. Oh gosh, remembered I was wrongly accused by a parent because she thought I ignored her!!! But all went well, as time passed she started joking with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than 1 year into teaching and I still ask myself "Am I a teacher? A good one?" I hope by 1 Sept, I can confidently say I am and enjoy the retreat with a peace of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am more looking forward to Children's Day!!!! And not to mention Genting this Friday!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1415139315925479951?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1415139315925479951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-teachers-day-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1415139315925479951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1415139315925479951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-teachers-day-2011.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day 2011'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7tv54Z9eng/TlzVaMyWqYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/xKu-wmRKyfc/s72-c/DSC00612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1464843313378991964</id><published>2011-08-28T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:07:21.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>fei ni mo shu cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7bbfc7eb9338af5c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bbfc7eb9338af5c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925654%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A69BEF36D3E18B279057E04E26AD6E06C6CEB32.C35694256DCCA02E6920A8940163F7AEBDED6A1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bbfc7eb9338af5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dze7M5d4a556YgDwpDsiGwdKI9fc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bbfc7eb9338af5c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925654%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A69BEF36D3E18B279057E04E26AD6E06C6CEB32.C35694256DCCA02E6920A8940163F7AEBDED6A1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bbfc7eb9338af5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dze7M5d4a556YgDwpDsiGwdKI9fc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Funny, my voice came back after drinking a sip of a super spicy tom yam soup. Was singing the song "yi ge ren shen huo" when I realised I can JUST reach normal female keys. Quickly did a cover of "fei ni mo shu", a female song with reasonable key, before I sound like a man again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Some people say I did not project my voice properly, some people asked me is it I shout too much... Deep inside I feel frustrated with these response. I don't scream in class, I don't yell because it is not right to do it. 5 years of choir training and I still haven't learn how to project my voice properly:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The last time I did my scan at the hospital the doctor said I talked too much, overstrained already. The medicine I paid for was useless. My chinese doctor said I should not expose my throat to air conditional room. So far I followed his advice I still can produce sounds and talk. That chinese doctor really saved my life and career. Now have to slowly practice and increase my pathetic range again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glee Project is super drama, which makes me think it is entirely a new drama and not a reality show. They all can sing very well. I love Cameron and Damian!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1464843313378991964?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1464843313378991964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/fei-ni-mo-shu-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1464843313378991964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1464843313378991964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/fei-ni-mo-shu-cover.html' title='fei ni mo shu cover'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3502287882620189043</id><published>2011-08-28T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:37:04.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still waiting...</title><content type='html'>President Election Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the result. Most likely I am going to bed soon. Getting bored with the Presidential election news as the recount is underway. TCB or TT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8000 difference... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, good fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired with what's going on at work. I cannot be ignorant any longer. Very proud at how much my little ones are progressing at school, but still there are unfairness and lies I cannot lay my finger on what they are exactly, hence I cannot tackle it face to face. Now I look stupid because I know something is wrong, but I have to bear with it, no proof, no stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 weeks made me so tired.. I wrote the dates wrongly in the email to parents for next week, stating September to November.. Gah!!! It's still August lar, dumb dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super stuck now, personal and work life... praying for a clearer mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3502287882620189043?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3502287882620189043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/still-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3502287882620189043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3502287882620189043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/still-waiting.html' title='still waiting...'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-4094658750071783889</id><published>2011-08-23T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:14:32.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Keeping up</title><content type='html'>It has been a very stressful month. 6 new kids, a complain and a withdrawal. Waste my computer ink. Her complain really hurt me, and I cried again to Lao Shi. Thank you friends and mentors for being supportive of me, and most importantly was the trust you guys have in me... being a toddler teacher is fun, but I can get super sensitive and depress along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blue black and ulcer on my cheek. Who says babies have soft skull? Super tough head lar!!! All he did was to stand up and knock onto my cheek and I started tearing in pain. Another boy suffered the same fate as me just 2 hours later!!! Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a few days to rest my brain, after all the intense crying. It has been a "overwhelmed" weekend... Filled with bad and good news. Fortunately the good news are enough to cover the bad stuff. Mimi is getting married, we can officially call her Mrs Jung soon:) Congratz pretty babe. My best friend's sis is also getting married soon. Why am I still single?!!!! Very old liao lei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal life: Just started to listen to Justin Bieber's songs. I didn't know he was a self-taught musician. No longer see him as a teen idol but a gifted musician. Also looking forward to new episodes of Ghost Adventures in September (hiya, as if they are going to show on AXN again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a1 is back! I blogged this and Facebooked it many months ago.. But I just want to say again.. a1 is back!!! Do you know I have a love story with the a1 band??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1999 &lt;/em&gt;- came to know about a boy band through a friend's birthday gift. When she recieved the CD she was so excited. I bought the CD and practically put the album on repeat mode every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2000 &lt;/em&gt;- Missed the opportunity to meet a1 live. When I heard they were going to have a concert, I started saving money to hear them live. I skipped lunch and did not buy anything for myself. In the end still no money (was there even a concert in Singapore in the first place?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2000 - 2001&lt;/em&gt; - Bought their albums and VCDs (note that it is still not the DVD era yet). Watched them again and again. Hey, just remembered their "No More" mv is shot in Singapore at Tang Dynasty (no longer around), so near my place!!! Missed another opportunity again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2002&lt;/em&gt; - Felt like it was the end of the world when I heard on the radio a1 disband. I cannot imagine life without a1 music. I did not cry. I kept their albums and posters away. For many years I did not listen to their songs. Yar, like in denial... Was really painful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2009 &lt;/em&gt;- Heard they are still having concerts in UK. *happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2010&lt;/em&gt; - Delighted with the good news of a1's new album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2011&lt;/em&gt; - Watched their new MV "Waiting for Daylight". Now hoping they will come Singapore again. I am working now so got more $$$ than ten years ago, haha! So if they are having a concert here, I'll definitely eat grass everyday to save the money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply love their music... I still can remember most of the lyrics from their first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-4094658750071783889?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4094658750071783889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/keeping-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4094658750071783889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4094658750071783889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/08/keeping-up.html' title='Keeping up'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1464962365153207579</id><published>2011-07-31T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:39:36.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portfolio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Once again... Passion?</title><content type='html'>American Teacher Documentary movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fest11.sffs.org/films/film_details.php"&gt;http://fest11.sffs.org/films/film_details.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the same is happening to most teachers in a lot of countries. I am facing this problem myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the money on the degree, I struggling financially to keep up the pace. Not to mention my first camera died in the Treehouse swimming pool on Friday. I spent the money on a new camera. I can kiss goodbye to buy a mobile phone or a new laptop. I am NOT a love-branded-stuff girl. Look at the way I dress. I just want things that are durable and usable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the priority is to get the best things for my parents, renovation, a good long relaxing holiday for them. I think my Master degree can wait for me for another decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the journey of my career, slowly moving away from being a novice teacher, thinking about my health and financial situation, do I need to find another job soon? And I know the Lord is leading me to a path that is more challenging than this. But all I can do is to listen and pray that I will have the courage to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love to teach=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Dr Ng said I can remove my braces in another 2 months. Think I will continue to keep them awhile longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1464962365153207579?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1464962365153207579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/american-teacher-documentary-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1464962365153207579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1464962365153207579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/american-teacher-documentary-movie.html' title='Once again... Passion?'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-31581495604056782</id><published>2011-07-27T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:41:09.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Woman in Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cSHEYVGaWok" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book "The Woman in Black" by Susan Hill, on Sunday. I was really creeped out. A very simple ghost story of a man being haunted. The reason why the story affected me badly was that the man was just doing his job, he was braved enough to go back to the house to look for the documents for another two nights. On the second night, the door that was supposedly locked opened and he just went in to investigate. It kind of make me wonder, if I were him, will I go into the room to investigate too? Will I have the guts to stay on after knowing everyone fears the ghost of the woman in black? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next reason why I was so badly affected by the story was that *spoiler warning*, it was not a good ending. He has no business with the family and he was being cursed and taken revenged on. I feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bad dreams that I cannot remember after reading. Gave me a bad Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and mum read already and they do not think it is not scary at all - nice story but not scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost Writer gave me more scares but at least it has a happy ending, but I am very very bothered by "The Woman in Black". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need much story plot, complications, twists and description to make a story scary. A simple ghost story is enough to leave a deep impression in the minds of generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do read this book. Doesn't take a lot of time, a few hours will do. Furthermore Daniel Radcliffe will be playing as Arthur Kipps, his next big movie after Harry Potter which many people look forward to. It is good to know what the original story is like first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-31581495604056782?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/31581495604056782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/woman-in-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/31581495604056782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/31581495604056782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/woman-in-black.html' title='The Woman in Black'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cSHEYVGaWok/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-89184430196124027</id><published>2011-07-19T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:08:21.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Preacher's Kid</title><content type='html'>Watched the "Preacher's kid", a movie my mum stumble upon while flipping channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this movie clearly summarized how foolish I was to fall in love with the wrong guy.I used to think like a little girl that I can choose anyway, anyhow and I can conquer everything. I thought I can close my eyes and think "love" will lead the right way. Non-believers would say I overestimate God's power. But actually I misled myself to believe what I think it should be and not God's ways. The Lord gave us the freedom to choose, but I did not choose wisely. Nonetheless, God pulled me through the difficult times and gave me courage to be a person once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from the movie (a text from Angie's friend) ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hello friend, I just had a dream that woke me up. In the dream God was speaking to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said that when you leave him, He never leaves you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His light is greater than your darkness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that, once this test is over, He will give you a marvellous testimony."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-89184430196124027?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/89184430196124027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/preachers-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/89184430196124027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/89184430196124027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/preachers-kid.html' title='Preacher&apos;s Kid'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2468977332715675437</id><published>2011-07-17T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:50:48.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Last Harry Potter Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9wbIJ6AUNw/TiK156HWsrI/AAAAAAAAA40/sBgpTBqOOaM/s1600/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-ii-movie-poster-1020540381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630262490623816370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9wbIJ6AUNw/TiK156HWsrI/AAAAAAAAA40/sBgpTBqOOaM/s400/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-ii-movie-poster-1020540381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched the final battle between Harry Potter and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voldermort&lt;/span&gt; on Friday late night (15 July). It became a significant day for me. We've been talking about what would life be when the final movie is finally over, and there is nothing to look forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Visa commercial with the Hawaii scene made me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; as I thought about my kids dancing to this Visa song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one seems to love the last movie. I enjoyed it too but I find it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. I have never say a HP movie disappointing before, I always thought the directors did a good job in changing the story a bit, but the part 2 summarized too much. These were what I anticipated but did not happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of "terror" in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gringotts&lt;/span&gt; Bank - Sure, it was exciting. What happened to the sadistic and painful multiplying and scorching golds? I think if they had included the anxiety of Ron and Hermione almost burnt and buried alove in the pile of scorching gold, it would be more thrilling to watch. In addition, the last-minute blowing of the wall part so the dragon can get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting into Voldermort's mind when he found the locket was switched - The images just looked dumb. Not much fear was implied. It supposed to be really kan-chiong when audience found out Voldermort knows Harry was already on his way to kill the Horcrux, but I was like "Huh, what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few battle scenes - Very disappointed with the lack of battle scene and how the movie did not portray a lot of deaths in it. Only Weasleys mourning for the twin was the heartache death, more attention can be on Collin and other friends who died in the battle. What happened to Percy and Fred?!!! It supposed to be a touching reunion before he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven / King Cross Station - Dumbledore did not tell the most amazing and touching story about how his sister died. But I think none of the movies mentioned his father killed three muggles before so maybe that is why they left the part out. I was so prepared to cry like a baby this part but it ended so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snape died - It was just weird, very different from the book. As what my sis said, we expected more of Alan Rickman's acting. But the pensive scene was good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the invisibility cloak? - In the book, as Harry Potter walked out of the castle to face his death, he could not bear to see his love ones dead or mourning for those who died for him. He decided to go alone and used the invisibility cloak to hide himself from others, only showing himself to Neville and instructed him to kill the snake. So he was really alone to face death till the "spirits" of his parents, Sirius and Lupin showed up in the forest. There are few other moment the cloak was not used in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final battle - Voldermort did not say out the killing curse while Harry did not yell "Expelliamus". It supposed to be just like the battle in graveyard in 4th movie. The most disappointing part was the movie did not show Harry asked Voldermort to show remorse, which I think it was an important part of humanity and love. In addition, the final battle finished quietly whereas in the book, Voldermort died in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were red but no tears. If I watched the movie alone I would have cried out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone applaused at the end. Usually in other movie, it was only me and a few other random audience clapping. But this time was a huge applause!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the movie lacked the elements of "love" and "death" , I will still watch it again and give a full rating, Harry Potter is just too magical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to Ghost Adventures now. In love with Zak, Nick and Aaron... Why AXN Beyond stopped showing after season 1??? I think I never see that show on cable for at least three months. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2468977332715675437?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2468977332715675437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-harry-potter-anticipation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2468977332715675437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2468977332715675437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-harry-potter-anticipation.html' title='The Last Harry Potter Anticipation'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9wbIJ6AUNw/TiK156HWsrI/AAAAAAAAA40/sBgpTBqOOaM/s72-c/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-ii-movie-poster-1020540381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3963180965772185584</id><published>2011-07-06T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:49:44.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><title type='text'>Loads of Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Random stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing for more information about Trash in Singapore (as I am doing the book "Trashy Town with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), I came across this very interesting blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veryfatoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-in-landfill.html"&gt;http://veryfatoldman.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-in-landfill.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where I learned about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Semakau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is made up of landfill (ash). It has flora and fauna which are rare or not even found in Singapore. Interesting visitors are reef sharks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dolphins&lt;/span&gt;, and even otters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out we can turn food waste into energy. Still, I will only eat what I can and not waste food. And also avoid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Styrofoam&lt;/span&gt; and plastic packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to inspire my friends to go green as I was a very strong &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;advocate&lt;/span&gt; for saving-the-environment. Guilty, since I started working I have been wasting a lot and never think about the earth before acting. I stopped using my lunchbox to da bao food or use my "portable" utensils. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a millipede this morning and showed to my kids. It ate a small apple bit! awww cute. When free I will let it crawl on my kids' hands heehee... Did that last year, most of them were not afraid. Some even tried to squash the millipede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a smooth day till 4pm... Wah big headache!!!!! He made me so mad I yelled at him. Yesterday he tore the book I was soooooooooooo angry because he kept doing it!!! And then today he still fights with his classmate and almost caused another child to have a bad fall. The impact would be really hard, lucky the boy has good reflex skill and I was near by to protect the head. My blood boiled.. I am rarely angry at kids but I am angry when they hurt people repeatedly for too long period of time. I am praying every moment that I will develop more patience to deal with him. Now I lost my voice again because I lose my cool and yelled 2 time in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I scolded him almost everyday I always hug and tell him I still love him after I tell him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I almost cried when he said "I don't want come school" and "I don't want teacher Yvette". I think even his ah gong can hear my heart break. I took a deep breath, I put him on my lap and said "Why you don't like me?" He did not reply. I hugged him and said "I love you, you know?" and he gave me a kiss. I felt very very guilty for yelling at him yesterday and today and wanted to slap myself for losing my cool. Going to have a long talk with him tml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids parents always tell me funny things recently.. bring more laughter to my life.. ah.... how I wish I can be a parent now too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed at how people can just talk sharply in front of another. Wonder why can't we just hold back a little to ease the tension a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been out of love for more than a year. I am still hurt to the extend I just cannot seem to meet anyone new or can't imagine myself loving someone again. I always do my best to let everyone have trust in me... I think I have recovered, just with bad memories.. All I do is to wish them good life and ever-lasting happiness... Recently, I realised I am okay living alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak too long here. Still got things to do... Tml training!!!! Yikes!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3963180965772185584?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3963180965772185584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/loads-of-trash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3963180965772185584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3963180965772185584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/loads-of-trash.html' title='Loads of Trash'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7112461238610286462</id><published>2011-07-02T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:41:25.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-school'/><title type='text'>1 year</title><content type='html'>I started working in this organization in July 2010. It is exactly one year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting another new kid soon in mid July and another 3 in August. I don't want to think about September and October because somebody said it is "still early".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since January, I already proposed to do class T-shirts for my kids for Children's Day. Seems like this is not going to come true. Crystal is doing for her class and she is going to add their cartoon faces. Suddenly, I don't know what to expect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is very kind to me this month. The new boy adjusted fast on his first day. Another boy whose mother is expecting seems to be better now and cries lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were desperate to have a non-crying month in July. I believe not only me but my kids as well. Well guess what the ultimate boss wants? I know my P very stress too and I cannot say "no". Since my partners are fine with it then okay, increase the enrolment lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Split class? Can... Will everyone cooperate? I was the one who suggested the idea long time ago but it was pushed aside. Now this subject brought up again. I feel like telling it is not about the work load. I don't mind working. It is about responsibility toward the child's safety and learning. Do you know how difficult it is to build trust with parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still go to school feeling very happy, but when you give me an uncertain future I will get worry. If you go and step into their shoes, can you feel what my kids are going through? Many of them already going through big transition at home, and in school they have to go through the same feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how pain I feel when each parent withdraw their child and blames the school for making their kids sick? I work really really hard to keep virus away and such comments really hurt me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think of my students and I just feel very sorry. Every second I just keep reflecting what I can do to make sure they are happy and learn new things everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick and tired of myself for not being able to carry out everything I planned. This really makes me feel like a loser. I love my students, but I don't think I am suitable to be the right teacher for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7112461238610286462?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7112461238610286462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7112461238610286462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7112461238610286462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-year.html' title='1 year'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1550994787426817395</id><published>2011-06-21T21:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:45:32.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Shanghai and Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>We planned this holiday since months ago. We were going to spend a week in Shanghai and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hongkong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The initial plan was Shanghai and Taiwan but there was no suitable flight to Taiwan. The longest oversea holiday trip I ever had so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed toward the airport on Wednesday (8 June) night, after a long day with the kids at the Hippo and Duck tour excursion. We did not manage to arrive before 10.30pm to try the longest indoor slide at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Airport:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VI_VJA6b-lQ/TgCrILKGVKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/9pEk174I0NE/s1600/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620680491880830114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VI_VJA6b-lQ/TgCrILKGVKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/9pEk174I0NE/s400/DSC01319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Shanghai in a scary taxi ride. The hotel we stayed was called Manhattan. Budget but very comfortable and clean, really worth the money. Just need to cross the road to get to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And walk about one street away to Nan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dong Lu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eH53jDmzVF8/TgCrHZHoQFI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xQNtpYCY4iM/s1600/DSC01336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620680478448697426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eH53jDmzVF8/TgCrHZHoQFI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xQNtpYCY4iM/s400/DSC01336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First shopping area. Not many people on that Thursday. Weather was hot. According to the locals, first hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xnDS6excsqw/TgCrG5EMlbI/AAAAAAAAA4c/zMnW8l9p6I4/s1600/DSC01382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620680469844366770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xnDS6excsqw/TgCrG5EMlbI/AAAAAAAAA4c/zMnW8l9p6I4/s400/DSC01382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a lot of walking around malls, we arrived the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around 6pm. We waited for the sun to set and the light up of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There were a lot of lovely romantic restaurants along the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAZ1KhgO4AI/TgCrGY2-0xI/AAAAAAAAA4U/JebzEfkqxKg/s1600/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620680461199004434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAZ1KhgO4AI/TgCrGY2-0xI/AAAAAAAAA4U/JebzEfkqxKg/s400/DSC01446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second day&lt;/strong&gt; was a lot of shopping at wholesale shops. Not as cheap as I thought. I think I only bought one blouse and a sleeveless top, and some charm bracelets for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8rF4p8wGLc/TgCpy2cJhpI/AAAAAAAAA4M/v01FrCrpipg/s1600/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620679026030511762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8rF4p8wGLc/TgCpy2cJhpI/AAAAAAAAA4M/v01FrCrpipg/s400/DSC01503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the really dumb sightseeing tunnel, which was quite a waste of money. Should have taken the ferry. We went to drink at Peninsular Hotel pub (recommended by the guide book). Ordered my first Cosmopolitan. I was still sober after that, I not that easily drunk. But it has been a long time I drank something so strong (ya, strong for me). It tasted really good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBAAinelrac/TgCpyVrD1mI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HvnRkhj1TmY/s1600/IMG_7289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620679017234683490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBAAinelrac/TgCpyVrD1mI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HvnRkhj1TmY/s400/IMG_7289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained NON-STOP on the second day. I am glad I had my Nike windbreaker. As we walk back to the hotel, couldn't resist taking a shot with the nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; background again. The wet floor made the place seemed brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVuKTvkoz4c/TgCpx9IgVPI/AAAAAAAAA38/XOo-_b8OV1I/s1600/IMG_7290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620679010647299314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVuKTvkoz4c/TgCpx9IgVPI/AAAAAAAAA38/XOo-_b8OV1I/s400/IMG_7290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel looked like it is located is some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;back lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where someone will robbed us anytime. But is is really near the main road. Quiet though. So kinda creepy. I was wary of anyone within sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ta88Hk7ntaM/TgCpxqVMAeI/AAAAAAAAA30/y2oTB-XeTYk/s1600/IMG_7293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620679005600219618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ta88Hk7ntaM/TgCpxqVMAeI/AAAAAAAAA30/y2oTB-XeTYk/s400/IMG_7293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at a cake shop - Le Cakes, located at Nan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dong Lu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JxO5Pk66zgg/TgCpxAh9zFI/AAAAAAAAA3s/JbD5xj6MMic/s1600/IMG_7335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620678994379525202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JxO5Pk66zgg/TgCpxAh9zFI/AAAAAAAAA3s/JbD5xj6MMic/s400/IMG_7335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Urban Planning Museum. Interesting models, but nothing really fascinates me. Third floor was boring but I just went exploring the interactive stuff. We started playing with the animated guest book. I wrote "The service should improve" Only the third day and a lot of people in Shanghai pissed me off. I met a lot of rude locals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A super long walk to find the bus stop to get us to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhujiajiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home, watched the news and realised Shanghai has flood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPAOcdUWqdE/TgCoHFdFGjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qu9JqoVPbvg/s1600/DSC01651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620677174635076146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPAOcdUWqdE/TgCoHFdFGjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qu9JqoVPbvg/s400/DSC01651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days of muscle aches and painful old back injury from the long walk, 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day doesn't feel like my legs belonged to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shanghai old town - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yuyuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bought a black fan here which was really helpful. The rain was still on and off. Nothing much to buy there but very interesting stuff. There were some shops selling every item at 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bought stupid nail stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2e6t1dlWvM/TgCoG7JN0uI/AAAAAAAAA3c/y7v4Pg-WTV8/s1600/DSC01668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620677171867407074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2e6t1dlWvM/TgCoG7JN0uI/AAAAAAAAA3c/y7v4Pg-WTV8/s400/DSC01668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did not go inside the garden. But went on this crazy crowded 9-twisted bridge and took a lot of pictures, as usual.. We ate at a food court somewhere left of this picture where a sign at the stairs said "carefully slide".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5fkJzp_Rws/TgCoGJli_CI/AAAAAAAAA3U/2SZ2grBEjDA/s1600/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620677158564461602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5fkJzp_Rws/TgCoGJli_CI/AAAAAAAAA3U/2SZ2grBEjDA/s400/DSC01730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another old town, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fang. Looks older than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yuyuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The streets were narrow, a lot of cafe, designer shops filled with tourists. These are really old houses converted into shops and restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620675652749233506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ew70kDlXiTk/TgCmuf_ODWI/AAAAAAAAA3E/TJEpZYWxgeA/s400/IMG_7385.JPG" /&gt;Cannot resist the pizza. We walked past the restaurant. smelled good, looked good, tasted quite good. It is difficult to describe the shopping experience. I did not buy anything but it was a good shopping cum sightseeing experience for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620675650293080450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_Xg0l1f2Tk/TgCmuW1oIYI/AAAAAAAAA28/LbErawBkyVE/s400/IMG_7390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620675659273664178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hS5R2Eawmcc/TgCmu4Sw9rI/AAAAAAAAA3M/pwjdR78q8e4/s400/DSC01810.JPG" /&gt; We had problems ordering items for the Japanese buffet. The staff were really nice, rare good service. Walked down Nan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dong Lu and went to the arcade we accidentally came across when we walked down the night before. Knowing the place close at 9.30pm and we finished our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at 8pm, we rushed down. Within 1 hour, we hod 927 tokens. Thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "bowling" skills. I played the bouncing bouncing game, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so proud I came in third for that track in just one try!!!! Can you imagine the pain on my back after playing the game? I had a lot of knee bruises too. Don't ask why I can play until like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620675645745921106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlTTO-WY7Mw/TgCmuF5f_FI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8UcILPwyoKo/s400/IMG_7392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BoGRgESMhtQ/TgCmuHbXRBI/AAAAAAAAA20/SZ9yOv-Wl90/s1600/IMG_7405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620675646156391442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BoGRgESMhtQ/TgCmuHbXRBI/AAAAAAAAA20/SZ9yOv-Wl90/s400/IMG_7405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sis want to get the night shot too. We went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, again, to take pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbSeipIVJuk/TgClX9Yq-vI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LCenCef0Lag/s1600/IMG_7426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620674165991996146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DbSeipIVJuk/TgClX9Yq-vI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LCenCef0Lag/s400/IMG_7426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family at Shanghai's oldest bridge. Yeah! We were at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zhujiajiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! I looked forward to this village with a very old history. I could see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kungfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; masters fighting at the old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rooftops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tja4y9L_MDY/TgClXjDE45I/AAAAAAAAA2c/cRIMz8pmBDU/s1600/IMG_7431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620674158922097554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tja4y9L_MDY/TgClXjDE45I/AAAAAAAAA2c/cRIMz8pmBDU/s400/IMG_7431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow old bridge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXq7kzskKQM/TgClXAYxk5I/AAAAAAAAA2U/3FDzWqBIltI/s1600/IMG_7453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620674149617865618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXq7kzskKQM/TgClXAYxk5I/AAAAAAAAA2U/3FDzWqBIltI/s400/IMG_7453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dunno-what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Just know it used to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house and garden. I started to think of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5J2CMVnA9lY/TgClWxMwtaI/AAAAAAAAA2M/9VchzBRyOKQ/s1600/IMG_7467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620674145540945314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5J2CMVnA9lY/TgClWxMwtaI/AAAAAAAAA2M/9VchzBRyOKQ/s400/IMG_7467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boat ride!!! This was what I looked forward too. Guess what, it rained halfway... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Really fun, I felt like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2RfeBNnvsQ/TgClW3JPAmI/AAAAAAAAA2E/zVuikdz3NKo/s1600/IMG_7506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620674147136766562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2RfeBNnvsQ/TgClW3JPAmI/AAAAAAAAA2E/zVuikdz3NKo/s400/IMG_7506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, so all of us walked down Nan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dong Lu for the last time, as in the whole stretch. It was 23 degree &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt;. My parents were tired and went back to the hotel. But we headed to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bund&lt;/span&gt; for the last time, savouring our last sight of the beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bund&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up really early next morning to fly to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong. This visit to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HongKong&lt;/span&gt; was more "fruitful" than the trip in 2008. The last time I went no shops, nothing to look at and the air was heavily polluted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; i slept in the afternoon. I was too tired with a bad headache. Nothing much. I only remembered watching MTV channel till my sis came back at 1am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXS2u-nMIG4/TgCj3zhwR9I/AAAAAAAAA18/i-aO5nWIzks/s1600/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620672514078296018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXS2u-nMIG4/TgCj3zhwR9I/AAAAAAAAA18/i-aO5nWIzks/s400/DSC02098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went shopping shopping shopping.. More like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;window&lt;/span&gt; shopping. I cannot afford the things I like. Saw this beautiful blue blouse. Just the blue part only cost Sing dollar 3 digits... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;... Just look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;, cannot wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-ZHGNQRgRs/TgCj3Zsi8pI/AAAAAAAAA10/4MBx8ilK7So/s1600/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620672507144237714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-ZHGNQRgRs/TgCj3Zsi8pI/AAAAAAAAA10/4MBx8ilK7So/s400/DSC02105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had lunch at this very old cafe. They sell very very tasty instant noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1Su4o9gOR0/TgCj2weso0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/cVUkP1dWebc/s1600/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620672496080298818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1Su4o9gOR0/TgCj2weso0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/cVUkP1dWebc/s400/DSC02109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasty noodle with authentic yuan yang drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NrVi5FW8ypE/TgCj2XXbLBI/AAAAAAAAA1k/iihf5sJtcb4/s1600/DSC02111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620672489338907666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NrVi5FW8ypE/TgCj2XXbLBI/AAAAAAAAA1k/iihf5sJtcb4/s400/DSC02111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up at a market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnzKlXqI-_Y/TgCj2Mm1q4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/GlCSdHsBQRk/s1600/DSC02122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620672486450768770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnzKlXqI-_Y/TgCj2Mm1q4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/GlCSdHsBQRk/s400/DSC02122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yummy french toast. After dinner, we went to sing K at the same place we went in 2008. They changed already, no more blinking disco lights and fast forward button on the remote:( sad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My voice was 70percent recovered after one week of break. So I enjoyed my K session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday was pretty much trying-my-best-to-buy-shoe. All the shoes I like don't have my size. Darn!!!! So I came home not buying any nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hongkong&lt;/span&gt; shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; day of work. I totally lost my voice again. Heart broken. How to do cheer this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1550994787426817395?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1550994787426817395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/06/shanghai-and-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1550994787426817395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1550994787426817395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/06/shanghai-and-hong-kong.html' title='Shanghai and Hong Kong'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VI_VJA6b-lQ/TgCrILKGVKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/9pEk174I0NE/s72-c/DSC01319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3664308061847648819</id><published>2011-06-03T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:40:50.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The calling</title><content type='html'>When Crystal returned from Cambodia, it made me think a lot about the start of my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the other many choices of media, architecture and arts programmes, I put Early Childhood Education as first choice and got in. I wanted to work with people and help others. I became interested in play therapy and social work. If I was born 1 or 2 years later, I would have taken a different Course. But God has brought me to ech... Eventually, I kind of forget why I came here and just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forget how is it like not to think about the money and just serve. I remember my dream in poly was to go to developing countires to teach and build homes. Why the dream seems so far? I don't feel any sense of achievement in my life. I don't feel belonged here. I can hear a voice telling me to go back to my dream. But I need the courage to give up on a proper career and a comfortable lifestyle. Most importantly, to convince my family I really want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed with my life, I think it is time to share my happiness with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3664308061847648819?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3664308061847648819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/06/calling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3664308061847648819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3664308061847648819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/06/calling.html' title='The calling'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6255067014867179651</id><published>2011-05-29T14:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:57:55.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>the banana ride of my life!</title><content type='html'>LSH went to Desaru on the 15 to 16 May. Yes, I know I just returned from there in late April. But one thing different this time we stayed at the Lotus Desaru Resort and we just stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaru beach is very pretty but dangerous. You can see signs like "swim at your own risk". As mentioned in the other entry when I went Desaru with my family, the guide tells us many people drowned at Desaru beaches, because of the under current. They have one of the deadliest beach in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room is pretty. 2-storey and shared by 2 people only. Fortunately they did not chose to go Kukup instead *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612023362153906370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJTVJcoLyf4/TeHpg5xggMI/AAAAAAAAA1I/5a468wAy13A/s400/230510_10150178863047680_710482679_7490356_7279998_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612022881128609730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYH4i0_M5QI/TeHpE50I98I/AAAAAAAAA0g/5_azu40aH-c/s400/228757_223312277680112_100000040245988_958523_326906_n.jpg" /&gt;After the conference, we ran to the banana boat ride. I was quite reluctant at first because I was wearing contact lenses and I am very scared of the beach. But with the life jackets, I think it would be okay. And, I cannot say no to water activities, I love water too much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612022882876072194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PB3kPPQXPM/TeHpFAUxIQI/AAAAAAAAA0o/45isF8PumiE/s400/229292_10150178863672680_710482679_7490363_5625861_n.jpg" /&gt;All ready to get onto the banana!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612022890588798146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZYgN3m9SsE/TeHpFdDn_MI/AAAAAAAAA0w/knTAvG16DZE/s400/228313_223313371013336_100000040245988_958553_5403009_n.jpg" /&gt;And off we went!!! The feeling was as thrilling as riding on the Human roller coaster. I was quite scared, especially sitting right in front I don't know when he was going to flunk us off the banana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612022890667609666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtsn2QUXdVc/TeHpFdWajkI/AAAAAAAAA04/MOJHLuhfEjQ/s400/226235_10150178864582680_710482679_7490376_5271098_n.jpg" /&gt;He splashed us 4 times in total. I had great difficulty climbing back up. Thus, the bad muscle aches for the next 3 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612022892461907282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSc9HAk_lxM/TeHpFkCNXVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/R_-JiFQ5sv8/s400/229495_223314081013265_100000040245988_958570_1830463_n.jpg" /&gt;I was absolutely tired. I can't even stand straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612022169041618146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIjhUuJ7o_4/TeHobdFXxOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wQ53GmAkqPc/s400/250693_223313131013360_100000040245988_958545_7767122_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612022171086390562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--RzJuxKVzlA/TeHobks4hSI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/YUsLOsz6YQs/s400/249791_223313157680024_100000040245988_958546_1527645_n.jpg" /&gt;Egeria got a cut on her toe after taking all these jump shots. Like really bad cut. *ouch* But I think she still had fun despite her injury. Reei, Crystal and I went to swim in the swimming pool while the rest head to their rooms to bathe. Waited very long for Grace to come back with the room key and head back to the room. I was amazed!!! So big!!!! It is a suite!!! 3 of us had a late dinner and joined the rest at KTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612023364380334770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSNBRRBerkU/TeHphCEVGrI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/T6d-ne1JuOI/s400/229435_10150178865992680_710482679_7490400_4153680_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have two KTV rooms that you have to book in advance. Egeria booked two rooms for us but we gave one to the other LSH school. So about 18 people squeezed into this room. System similar to Kbox. Ya sad, singing time and I cannot sing. Well, I can sing backstreet boys songs... See how pathetic my voice is?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you ask me if I want to go back to the resort, I will say no. Other than the banana ride, Crystal and Sarah went target shooting while the rest of us did sand art. In addition, we woke up early and went to the water park but this slide they don't allow, that slide they don't allow. Then I play what?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Reei and I just went swimming at another pool in the resort. Just when we wanted to go, we cannot climb out of the pool and got into fits of laughter for 15 minutes before we figure out how to push ourselves up. Hence, late for breakfast. Managed to eat a lot before the treasure hunt, so no worries for a greedy pig like me. Their buffet breakfast quite fantastic, but lunch was just average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6255067014867179651?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6255067014867179651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/banana-ride-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6255067014867179651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6255067014867179651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/banana-ride-of-my-life.html' title='the banana ride of my life!'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJTVJcoLyf4/TeHpg5xggMI/AAAAAAAAA1I/5a468wAy13A/s72-c/230510_10150178863047680_710482679_7490356_7279998_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-5833287599180693323</id><published>2011-05-29T14:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:58:41.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>The Lion King and Fuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCuKajwK86c/TeHi4knPPpI/AAAAAAAAA0A/3DdRrdtBlKI/s1600/230715_10150604654255182_855500181_18958747_7934879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612016072209153682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCuKajwK86c/TeHi4knPPpI/AAAAAAAAA0A/3DdRrdtBlKI/s400/230715_10150604654255182_855500181_18958747_7934879_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On 14 May, Crystal and I received complimentary tickets from a special someone for the Lion King Broadway. We were super thrilled!!! Dramas happened before the show, Crystal had to rush back to school to take her camera and I was stranded at the bus stop waiting for her in my pooly combed hair and my random shoes, thinking I was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aK7ZqLY0fhg/TeHipgWxQXI/AAAAAAAAAz4/bvDbckRjwEw/s1600/230400_10150604654600182_855500181_18958755_7218235_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015813368299890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aK7ZqLY0fhg/TeHipgWxQXI/AAAAAAAAAz4/bvDbckRjwEw/s400/230400_10150604654600182_855500181_18958755_7218235_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at MBS theatre. The show was amazing. The kids enjoyed, they were laughing and the audience were simply awed by the effects. I like the costumes and props in particular. If you think the cartoon is classic, this broadway is worth watching. Yeah! My second broadway musical!!! During the intermission, we bought $5 coke. Ouch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first scene was so beautiful it already brought tears to my eyes. The show was perfect to me. Thank you special someone for treating us to this musical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015805192248530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEnZ4ocZcQs/TeHipB5cnNI/AAAAAAAAAzo/0lKRc1O85Gw/s400/230810_10150604656925182_855500181_18958808_132179_n.jpg" /&gt;Although we had to be up early for the Desaru retreat the next day, we decided to go for drink. We had a hard time deciding - should we go Vivo area, esplanade or to MBS hotel. So we walked randomly towards the hotel. A security guard suggested us to go Tower 3, she said there are shopping and pubs. When we reached tower 3, we were just confused... people seems to be paying to go into tower 3. We know there was a disco, or maybe a few clubs upstairs, but there was no info or whatever so we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015345568906882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Tjau657YAM/TeHiORqs_oI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/R9mG2n6n__w/s400/228295_10150604655175182_855500181_18958765_3156481_n.jpg" /&gt;Then we pop into this pub call Fuse. Thinking we just get a drink and go. But Daniel and Jenny were great. They sang songs from J Lo, to Jessie, to Beyonce, to Avril, to Katty Perry (of course), Bruno Mars, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015812176474466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5Qs5Z0QGJw/TeHipb6ncWI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LTx74UyFCl0/s400/231185_10150604656610182_855500181_18958799_1445040_n.jpg" /&gt;Yeah we danced in a pub led by a Australian lady. Can you believe we were high before even taking a sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015347553807170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QVQWR6uYjk/TeHiOZD8K0I/AAAAAAAAAzI/_ORDs2oaW0A/s400/228775_10150604655635182_855500181_18958775_4475255_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015343199663682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBMYBMSMQk4/TeHiOI11NkI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_ERyjH-5LXM/s400/249445_10150604655765182_855500181_18958779_5890150_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015804187245234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-na8-nl4bm7c/TeHio-J1erI/AAAAAAAAAzY/GeS7fB3-UC0/s400/248065_10150604656415182_855500181_18958794_326821_n.jpg" /&gt;Their drinks were reasonably priced. Like $16 for martini and $18 for cocktail. We also ordered finger food, something about prawn and mango, sorry I can't remember the name. I think the food tasted fantastic and we waited for about 45 mins for the food. Nvm, got great songs:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEEZnKPLcgg/TeHipPf-wDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9F2uzqi6xY8/s1600/248025_10150604657290182_855500181_18958812_5874670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015808843530290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEEZnKPLcgg/TeHipPf-wDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9F2uzqi6xY8/s400/248025_10150604657290182_855500181_18958812_5874670_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her cocktail. Can't remember the flavour, sounds exotic though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwyqBmpI9XU/TeHiN9Hb2bI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Sr3mvz3NCV0/s1600/249330_10150604657495182_855500181_18958815_2463584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015340052273586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwyqBmpI9XU/TeHiN9Hb2bI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Sr3mvz3NCV0/s400/249330_10150604657495182_855500181_18958815_2463584_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Appletini:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was where we met Jason, I think from US, and danced to J Lo's "On the Floor". He wanted to buy us drinks but we had to go already. Since he worked near there we hope we can see him at Fuse again. Hanging out at Fuse was really greata dn random choice that night. Drop by at Fuse when you are at MBS:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_NfqlDqD4YM/TeHiN3e7drI/AAAAAAAAAyw/AfDhBU5Eh6o/s1600/249535_10150604657665182_855500181_18958817_5999740_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612015338540201650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_NfqlDqD4YM/TeHiN3e7drI/AAAAAAAAAyw/AfDhBU5Eh6o/s400/249535_10150604657665182_855500181_18958817_5999740_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just the both of us at MBS, it feels like honeymoon. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-5833287599180693323?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5833287599180693323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/lion-king-and-fuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5833287599180693323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5833287599180693323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/lion-king-and-fuse.html' title='The Lion King and Fuse'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCuKajwK86c/TeHi4knPPpI/AAAAAAAAA0A/3DdRrdtBlKI/s72-c/230715_10150604654255182_855500181_18958747_7934879_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2145608582867661284</id><published>2011-05-28T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:00:03.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>life without singing</title><content type='html'>Like what Lydia warned, I am now in the phase of depression because of my voice. I felt like I lost everything. I cannot sing "The Wheels on the Bus", my range is less than one octave, I am easily breathless, and only can sing three short songs before I start to get out of breath or lost the voice totally. After work I gave up talking and singing but appears to be useless, my voice is getting worst. People will think we are crazy to get depressed over such things. But to love singing and being a teacher, voice is important in my life. I just had to be patient and practice self-control - God is testing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every song I listened hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when losing voice is not enough to make my heart ache, received a news on the very first case of hfmd in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although people say it is a team effort. I feel like I only can blame myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no case for 5 months, I happily think we reinforce the hygiene practices pretty well. And now bam! 1 case. I feel like kicking myself. All the past weeks of staying back extra time seemed fruitless now. Besides, I have not build a strong trust with new parents yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was the virus nightmares I don't want to repeat again. I already cried enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I taking this so hard on myself? Maybe because I know deep inside the virus maybe already spread. God, please help me. I need to stay calm and not over-panicked, guide me to do the right things... I need the patience and confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2145608582867661284?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2145608582867661284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-without-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2145608582867661284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2145608582867661284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-without-singing.html' title='life without singing'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6034562020854447526</id><published>2011-05-22T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:07:07.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>"My daddy is a hero"</title><content type='html'>My Catwoman's daddy passed away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second sad news this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what every daughter would say "My daddy is a hero"... I pray her family will feel peace and love, it is a lost to us, but on the other hand, he can do more for his love ones in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to hug all my children tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I love you!!!&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6034562020854447526?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6034562020854447526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-daddy-is-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6034562020854447526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6034562020854447526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-daddy-is-hero.html' title='&quot;My daddy is a hero&quot;'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-269070380034517970</id><published>2011-05-20T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:20:15.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Cherish now.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to dedicate this day on my blog to my special friend whose father passed away so suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met uncle only once when we surprised Parmeet on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...he gave me everything in life and it's my turn to make his dreams come true."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have this aching feeling now, I can never fully understand the feeling of losing someone I love. The pain must be really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, please also pray for my mentor whose father is in critical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my heart goes out to families who are facing a hard time close to losing someone they love, or coping with the pain of living without someone important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With God, there is no endings, only endless beginnings...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-269070380034517970?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/269070380034517970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/cherish-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/269070380034517970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/269070380034517970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/cherish-now.html' title='Cherish now.'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-4678526529029274070</id><published>2011-05-16T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:41:53.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>the many first times in May</title><content type='html'>Supposed to be a long holiday but we had a staff retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, rushed from school to watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gantz&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; City. Jam was unavoidable. But managed to eat my favourite (but not so nice now) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong Kim Gary egg-fish vegetable rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gantz&lt;/span&gt; totally blew me away. I looked forward to this movie for 2 years and it did not let me down. So much suspense although the pace was slow. Heard that changed quite a lot from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manga&lt;/span&gt; and miss out a lot of details. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt; not important, she die already. I think the sequel movie will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;betotally&lt;/span&gt; different from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manga&lt;/span&gt;. Someone was farting throughout the whole move. Damn smelly!!! Like having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diarrhoea&lt;/span&gt; or stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I worked 7am shift. Managed to do up the classroom a bit. I think I need to do the math board next.... Went home sleep to get ready for Lion King broadway!!!! Totally love the show!!! The first scene already gave me teary eyes because it was so beautiful. It is a must-watch musical if you ever get the chance again. The kids absolutely love it. I can hear a lot of laughters, no whinings, crying or inttensive question-asking throughout the movie. Think this shows how engrossed the kids were. The songs were mostly from Disney's the Lion King, but more like an extended version for this musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and I went to a pub call Fuse at Marina Bay Sands Hotel. The songs were nice!! Crystal and I started dancing in front of the stage with another lady from Australia and later another guy, I think from America but works here, joined us. Hiya, so sad we left early, he wanted to buy us drinks.... But we had to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a retreat at Lotus Desaru with LSH staff on Saturday and Sunday. Had a great time. My first time sitting banana boat!!! I dare to sit roller coasters but banana boat got me shouting "no... no... no.. no.. no.. NOOOO.." Our poor ex-VP got a deep cut on her toe when she was helping us to take pictures. We went swimming, KTV, Treasure hunting, go to the sucky water park.. sand art, and not to mention sleeping in our lovely two-storey suite. Yup, 2 ppl in a room, we thought we walked into the wrong room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more about it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-4678526529029274070?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4678526529029274070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/many-first-times-in-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4678526529029274070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4678526529029274070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/many-first-times-in-may.html' title='the many first times in May'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-982374272298559035</id><published>2011-05-10T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:34:29.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>injuries</title><content type='html'>I always complained my children are always getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, I cannot complain about them when I am getting more injuries than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have cut or scratches on my hands and wrists. Don't know come from where, mostly from the cubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children throwing sudden temper tantrum will kick my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a big blue black near my toes because one child's water bottle fell on my foot *darn pain!* It is really a bu-bu now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bitten by a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scratched by a child's long finger nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pinched by a kid who was looking curioiusly at my feet. Same area as the blue black!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and in pain... Hyper teacher, hyper kids... Crystal laughed at me for not washing the paint off my arms. My reply was - no time. Can't even pee in peace since Lao Shi is not around. Have to bring crying kids to the toilet with mebecause they do not want to be with the other new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost voice, especially after trying spicy nuggets and eating my mum's spicy fried noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing day. I am proud of myself I got through with the help of other class teachers too:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-982374272298559035?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/982374272298559035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/injuries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/982374272298559035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/982374272298559035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/injuries.html' title='injuries'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-4548078941513672269</id><published>2011-05-08T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:49:32.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GE 2011</title><content type='html'>Stayed up till 3am to hear the election results. Mr Yam, who was reading the results, already have a facebook fan page created last night with 17,000 over likes at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited damn long for the Yuhua result, for a small area, it was taking a long time. Of course PAP won. Then we are wondering why Yuhua is such a small area and Hong Kah North is such a big area. But I am really glad to vote, considering Yuhua always got no opposition to fight with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about the west area is that the oppositions are not as strong as you know... and the upgrading is also not say very good... Spoilt lift, very narrow shelters... Trival stuff la. But the oppsitions got pretty good results, so I hope government will wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side of Hong Kah North is very nice, but the area I used to work in Bukit Batok is very dirty and has a lot of low-income residents. When I went back there a few months ago, it is still the same. Litters everywhere and gang of boys under 12 years old walk around the neighbourhood looking as if ready to beat people up. Yes, my ex-students grew up in such place. I hope the next 5 years Amy Khor can do something to improve the lives of the residents there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain district... I think you guys did not vote wisely... How can you let her in and not let &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; in?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy PAP is still the government and have mroe than 2/3 of the seats, and 6 seats to the Worker's Party. The percentage looks better now. I am also happy that the opposition did very well, it makes the PAP goes "We will listen to you....." during their victory speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix emotions when WP won Aljunied GRC. Happy that more seats go to the Workers Party. But George Yeo was such a good Finance Minister. Why should they place him there when PAP knows they have a great chance to lose that GRC. Grrrr, nvm. Hao ren you hao bao. I believe there is a greater plan for George Yeo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Singaporeans vote oppositions not because they don't like the PAP or they trust the opposition. Most of us still trust the PAP, and are grateful towards them. I think there is a clear message that Singaporeans are unhappy and the close margins just show they will fully support oppositions if the government don't show results the next 5 years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-4548078941513672269?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4548078941513672269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/ge-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4548078941513672269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4548078941513672269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/ge-2011.html' title='GE 2011'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1542512478424541137</id><published>2011-05-07T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:13:32.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Cimorelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qXp12OEE2iE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Cimorelli!!! Such a big family with so many sisters!! Amazing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I am going to have 6 kids and send them for music training:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my voice to recover, wonder what the specialist going to say the week after next. I seriously miss singing in acapella. I miss listening to the different pitches and how I always cannot find my key in group singing;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a1 is coming back - as in worldwide comeback!!!! Ready or not I am here waiting for them as always!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our company retreat is not going to kukup anymore. We're going to Desaru.. Haha I am just back from there!!! I really hope there is fireflies-viewing since I missed the last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1542512478424541137?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1542512478424541137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/cimorelli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1542512478424541137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1542512478424541137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/cimorelli.html' title='Cimorelli'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qXp12OEE2iE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6371579792097525452</id><published>2011-05-05T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:57:42.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overpopulated</title><content type='html'>My class is filled with kids. 13 came today in that small space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another accident. Somebody called his name, he turned around, and never look in front, and BAM. haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus with the children's bags outside, and the children in the class, I had to rely on parents to help me pack the bag outside. Feel so pai sei about the mixed-up, I hardly messed children's belongings and now it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what supposed to be a big help becomes potential big troubles. Why~!!!!!!!!! I don't want parents to lose trust in us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Serangoon to hear WP's rally. Quite an interesting experience. I was lost for more than an hour among the huge crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6371579792097525452?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6371579792097525452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/overpopulated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6371579792097525452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6371579792097525452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/overpopulated.html' title='overpopulated'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-5214261656937143536</id><published>2011-05-04T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:52:26.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><title type='text'>Up and down day</title><content type='html'>Was a great start in the morning. I was very hyper and energetic thanks to the Ostrich Essence. Had fun with the kids doing egg hunt. I thought egg hunt would be a total failure but the kids really dig out everything just to find the chocolate egg. Aiz, greedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to blog this to get out of my head now. A girl fell on the cubby. The cut was so near the eye. At first there was no marks, than seconds later it started bleeding. My heart went Plink! Plank! Piang!! I started to panic. I know it is a small cut, and I know no stitches is required. But it has been many months since my class has such an accident. I don't think the girl even realised she was hurt. She whined awhile, took the milk and drank it. How cute was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest thing is shortly after the accident, she started rocking the chair in the toilet. I said "Blah blah, please stop doing things that may hurt yourself *she rocks harder*. Blah blah please stop, do you want your daddy and mommy to scold me for not taking proper care of you?" And she started her crocodile tears and said "pain.. pain..." rubbing near her cound. I don't know to laugh or cry. Worst of all is explaining to the parents. I was so afraid they lose faith in me. Neither do I want to always report bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girl she pushed her friend and when she saw me looking at her, she attempted to pinch her arm in order to escape my reprimanding. I felt very sad as I report this to the mum. The mum seems really angry with her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my older toddlers are at the stage of fearing to do something wrong or they just want to please adults, just that they still lack control of their impulses. So when they do things they know is bad, they will panic and think of all sorts of ways to hide their mistakes. I can feel their frustrations to act on impulse yet knowing it is wrong. I know it is a stressfult time for them, on the bright side, they are growing. Me too need to learn to be patient, and also be more firm on such behaviors. People are saying I am too soft with them... Well, I try my best ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord I have reasonable parents!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-5214261656937143536?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5214261656937143536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/up-and-down-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5214261656937143536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5214261656937143536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/up-and-down-day.html' title='Up and down day'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-5930805234239409341</id><published>2011-05-02T13:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:42:42.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets and animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Desaru trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; message: Before I was blogging this, I heard the announcement that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt; Bin Laden is dead. The number 1 wanted terrorist is gone! Although there are still fears and wary, this news brings joy, hope and peace for the world. I have been dreading May, but this news is a good kick-start to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; month ahead! Justice will hunt those who do wrong eventually no matter how long you hide. Especially those who harms the innocents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601996642884676962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8gKO_xAh44/Tb5KRBwSbWI/AAAAAAAAAyo/sxOZZB8IUPo/s400/DSC00389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Desaru&lt;/span&gt; over the weekend for a 2D1N trip. Mambo and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; are ready for the road trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really excited about the crocodile farm. My mum brought us there when we were young and I still can remember some images. In this crocodile farm in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Desaru&lt;/span&gt;, there are really a lot of crocodiles. This one below is born without tail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601996634183785378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EatzaFB46e4/Tb5KQhV1W6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/h4RyrN7URlI/s400/DSC00402.JPG" /&gt;This over a century and a half old crocodile is huge! But it is smart, when the guy just put his hand there without the chicken, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crocodile&lt;/span&gt; knows it is not food and it just remained still.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601996630985267650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EH0gQ7CGS7I/Tb5KQVbP2cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/pvDZ4lzkkig/s400/DSC00460.JPG" /&gt;Although this picture looks like it is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crocodiles&lt;/span&gt; bonding time, they too fight. See the wound on the crocodile's snout??&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601996624113589026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fihIXTaHGCg/Tb5KP706WyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zhGhaR1EwZg/s400/DSC00478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started to rain as we head off into the fruit farm. I spotted a cat with a food bag over it's head and it cannot get it off. My sis bf and I tried to help the cat but it came running away thinking we want to hurt it. Poor kitty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601994089680883570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0zTVM-CRgE/Tb5H8aVET3I/AAAAAAAAAyI/k-ta9l-hQvU/s400/DSC00492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601994082355705394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Tvct9UdbjE/Tb5H7_Cm9jI/AAAAAAAAAyA/ASA6xktMpzc/s400/DSC00506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601994076766357762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RuNfBdnHLNM/Tb5H7qOASQI/AAAAAAAAAx4/iDmVV6wusKc/s400/DSC00516.JPG" /&gt;Ah... this elephant is huge and it is so difficult to climb over. I was stuck there, lucky my dad helped me down and CK did not take that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unglam&lt;/span&gt; picture of me coming down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601994073923696050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnhY5zC_LYQ/Tb5H7foQtbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/-z5ZpRiTIIg/s400/DSC00533.JPG" /&gt;Puffer-bird?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601994066054156146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFg-56_M2Pc/Tb5H7CUBD3I/AAAAAAAAAxo/KCck9b2ScQE/s400/DSC00555.JPG" /&gt;We went back to the Resort to rest. We were disappointed we are not staying in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pulai&lt;/span&gt; Resort anymore, but is this old run-down hotel. Although the swimming pool is smaller, my sis and I immediately went swimming after changing. I realised how beautiful the beach was. No wonder there are so many beach resort. The sea meets the sky with no interruption. From where we swim we can see the beach, it was heaven (though the pool was dirty). The kid's slide was short but very steep. We still play that and we had stupid make-up race across the pool. Went back to the hotel to bathe... and took a short nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening we went to Ostrich Farm which was very educational. The egg is huge, with 30% yolk and 70% white. Hence, in ratio, it is healthier than chicken eggs with more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proteins&lt;/span&gt;. Look at the amount of egg yolk and white in one egg. They need a big container to contain that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They showed us the process of taking out the egg content. They had to drill a hold, poke a tiny hole at the other end to push the content out from the membrane. The egg shells are hard and durable, they sell the egg shells for 30+RM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601991863636212018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ayOJ9QxHG8/Tb5F61qqOTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/B3lAynsI_o0/s400/DSC00558.JPG" /&gt;Here is me feeding the Ostrich. I was really really scared. They are attacted to green stuff and loves leaves.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601991855613439250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOe95inGTts/Tb5F6Xx4bRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8ewYgGohupM/s400/DSC00568.JPG" /&gt;A delicious scamble egg from the Orstrich egg. Very very very nice!!!! It feels as if there was a smooth beancurd at the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601991853498711362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHzGuJAC28I/Tb5F6P5sPUI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/cPXRn1YEKBU/s400/DSC00574.JPG" /&gt;The Firefly trip was cacelled after dinner because of the thumderstorm. We could not take a boat. I was very upset we cannot see fireflies. The trip back to the hotel was a long one, plus the heavy downfall and no street lights made the journey exciting. We watched Jay Chou's kua shi dai concert as we returned to the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, after an okay-breakfast at the hotel, we went to the museum which I forgot the name. It is about the fishing village, boats and creature caught around the village. What's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601991846696501106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98LziKAz9g4/Tb5F52j6v3I/AAAAAAAAAxI/oyrpCVBJ1jA/s400/DSC00586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the most dangerous beach in Malaysia, with about 4 or 5 deaths each year. But many families still enjoyed themselves on the morning of labour day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601991838324221298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGxqTawhwds/Tb5F5XXz5XI/AAAAAAAAAxA/7ZXFKRhrLHk/s400/DSC00589.JPG" /&gt; Here is a fake kampong to show how houses were like back in the old days at this fishing village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--e0TqJ3qleQ/Tb5Dd6jRHJI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Xct0P8P8utQ/s1600/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601989167707921554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--e0TqJ3qleQ/Tb5Dd6jRHJI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Xct0P8P8utQ/s400/DSC00580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We proceeded to the mini Animal Farm. It is like a playground for kids. My sis and I started playing at the playground. My backside was almost burned from sliding down the wooden slide. There is a place to see fireflies too, but since it is day time we cannot see anything but monkeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kERcMYddbTc/Tb5DdfnlgNI/AAAAAAAAAww/QXQfOdeAxBA/s1600/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601989160478277842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kERcMYddbTc/Tb5DdfnlgNI/AAAAAAAAAww/QXQfOdeAxBA/s400/DSC00598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was praying this turkey don't peck me. Two turkeys were running around the animal farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--p2lqEw3p_A/Tb5Dc6ihPbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/JkBCS-uHW-o/s1600/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601989150524915122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--p2lqEw3p_A/Tb5Dc6ihPbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/JkBCS-uHW-o/s400/DSC00600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was trying to pat this cute bunny. But it kept hopping away from me. I also saw a black rabbit which I wanted to carry till ck pointed out the sign that says no carrying of rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QeAUoe9q88/Tb5Dcu4ze4I/AAAAAAAAAwg/WUFPhQcyh9k/s1600/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601989147397159810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QeAUoe9q88/Tb5Dcu4ze4I/AAAAAAAAAwg/WUFPhQcyh9k/s400/DSC00601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601989142832333186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FscEZpC2pBQ/Tb5Dcd4dwYI/AAAAAAAAAwY/92ne1jU71hc/s400/DSC00606.JPG" /&gt;We left the group early and took the long dirt road back to the main road. We went to Bukit Indah shopping mall to eat (which was already 4+pm when we reached there). We did some shopping and head home. We did not get stuck in the jam, in fact we were only at the custom area for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My company retreat to Kukup is the week after next. Why Kukup???? I hope I can have as much fun in Kukup ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow.... The beginning of a stressful month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-5930805234239409341?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5930805234239409341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/desaru-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5930805234239409341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5930805234239409341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/desaru-trip.html' title='Desaru trip'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8gKO_xAh44/Tb5KRBwSbWI/AAAAAAAAAyo/sxOZZB8IUPo/s72-c/DSC00389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-633882438501618835</id><published>2011-05-02T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:27:40.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portfolio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Snails@Orchard</title><content type='html'>19 April 2011, Tuesday - Snails meet-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this blog is late, just got tagged today as we took pictures with Mimi's cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601981882504042162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CzNL-HiV9A/Tb4813DT1rI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ADzYXlPGNX0/s400/226434_10150178836376500_628111499_7536564_7096383_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at our frightening eye bags. Even when doing assignment for 24 hours, we do not have eye bags. Now work life is so different with soooo much responsibilities - of work and the safety of the kids - it is difficult to keep the eye bags away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked a lot about work. For my story, they also seem to have different views. They could not give me an answer or tell me what I should do. But honestly, as the days past, less and less of me want to stay. I think the answer of me is clear now. Being happy should not be the only reason I want to stay, I need challenge and recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syaf went on a date. She seems happy about it although she was not happy at how she behaved that day. I understand, being with kids sometimes drain your energy and give you a bad day at the end. But I am happy for her she make the first step to know a guy. Will he call back?? Hey where is my date???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601981880176655810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy3AuC19rVw/Tb481uYavcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HvadncEaLzE/s400/223258_10150178836086500_628111499_7536557_7595580_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Throughout the meeting I was already very nervous about the next day's field trip and excited about USS. Can I turn back time to that perfect week again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of us are under NTUC, except Yi En, whom we are realy proud of her that she works with children with special needs. I wish I can groom my patience to be like her's. Really sad our Shronnie dear have eye problem. I hope this time this problem would go away once and forever and not coming back!!! It must have been really sucky to have your eyes hurt, not going to work and take non-pay leaves, just not fair for a great teacher like her. Mimi is pretty much like me, both of us working at LSH, teaching same level... Wonder where she gets her energy from to go pak tuo at night?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601981885624206674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1myZ7n5J5c/Tb482CrNxVI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/TOgkXnXzNsI/s400/229762_10150178836246500_628111499_7536561_3535334_n.jpg" /&gt;A lovely evening with the snails...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-633882438501618835?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/633882438501618835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/snailsorchard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/633882438501618835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/633882438501618835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/05/snailsorchard.html' title='Snails@Orchard'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CzNL-HiV9A/Tb4813DT1rI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ADzYXlPGNX0/s72-c/226434_10150178836376500_628111499_7536564_7096383_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1540839624786968114</id><published>2011-04-23T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:36:08.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Fun day at Universal Studio</title><content type='html'>Thursday, set off from home at 8.25am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk and eat at the same time is quite a bad idea before going on a roller coaster, not to mention eating the delicious LJS Texas chicken breakfast. We were so worried we will puke. We sat there enjoying our breakfast while waiting for two guys who were drunk just maybe 3 hours ago. The great breakfast gave us energy and adrenaline to go USS. We were super psyched about it for days... maybe weeks.. We set off to the monorail at about 10.30am&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598787230675221362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhTkSHM5viE/TbLjUplju3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/69dVoF4A340/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;First picture we took, with woody woodpecker. The last time I was here I did not take much pictures with characters. Was determined to take a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598787227369877282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPr4x-81-yc/TbLjUdRgLyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/vOGtKkZxJ7o/s400/216193_10150560274830182_855500181_18439190_3491482_n.jpg" /&gt;This subway just reminds us of Boston. We just need to take a picture with it. we head first to the &lt;strong&gt;Mummy Revenge&lt;/strong&gt; ride. The queue for Battlestar Galactica was short but the guys did not want to take the rollercoaster as the first ride, so we took something less thrilling. I told Crystal where the camera is and we posed for camera while the roller coaster zoom down. I forgot how fast this indoor roller coaster can be. The outcome of the pic was quite funny. I took the Mummy Revenge 3 times the last time and all three pictures I looked scared for some reason although I tried to pose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598787227998207346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VaQeTReUOk/TbLjUfnTvXI/AAAAAAAAAvg/A3iki_s8_gk/s400/216116_10150560275370182_855500181_18439197_340753_n.jpg" /&gt;Picky Crystal wants to take picture with this hot Pharaoh. Off course, we ran off to Sci-Fi city again to take&lt;strong&gt; Human&lt;/strong&gt; (red), one of the roller coaster of Battlestar Galactica. It was an 1 hour queue, or maybe more. There is a group of kids in front of us not accompanied by adults, the girl is so small and I amire her guts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard before Human is scarier as compared to cylon. People are usually scared of dangling legs roller coasters with a lot of rounds and turns, so they will think the blue ride is worst. But Human has lap restrains ONLY. It has many drops and you have no where to hold unless you want to hold the side which is not comfortable. Hence, I had my arms in the air and it just feels like flying. At some point the roller coaster goes really fast because of the steep fall and I will grab the back of my seat cause of natural reaction, causing sharp pain in my neck. So if you want to leave your arms up, please don't be dumb like me to grab the back of the seat as you drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have no idea where the camera is. Judging from our messy hair and shock faces, should be some big drop at the middle or close to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598787219913302642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVTaoGnm7Zc/TbLjUBft4nI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/O60815YjXr4/s400/222946_10150560275500182_855500181_18439198_1960094_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My face was toally white. I felt very dizzy after riding Human. I already lack sugar level since morning, taking two high speed roller coasters almost made me faint. When to buy this precious puss in boots potion bottle and drank coke ( I regretted not buying the last time). I felt all right after this. Immediately message my sis how awesome the ride was. It was the second scariest ride I ever took after Bizarro. Bizarro will always be the most thrilling ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After conquering Human, next is &lt;strong&gt;Cylon&lt;/strong&gt; (blue). Crystal kept whining about wanting the front seats but we don't want to waste time for the front seats have a long queue. The roller coaster just reminded us of Springfield Six Flags's Mind Eraser and Batman ride. However, Cylon is more more awesome. It is a long ride, it has many inversions but doesn't make you dizzy. Plus the mist effect and the feeling like I am going to crash the floor. Wow. Funny thing, as both roller coasters leave at the same time, I was signalling to the people on the Human a thumbs up, and the camera snap. They thought I was posing for the camera.. So look out for the Cylon Camera, it is at the start of the ride as both roller coasters move up tgt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment it ended. The guys were suddenly more psyched than us saying they want to go again. So we queue again. It only took 20 minutes. We took the front seats this time and it rocks even more when we are seating in front!!!! So take the front seats if you have the chance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598786089910300434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F1R7WX8YHrs/TbLiSP6AbxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/NCU5fcEzT7A/s400/217748_10150560277040182_855500181_18439212_2525651_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need some rest from the thrills. We watched the Steven Spielberg show and the Water show. Both totally wonderful!!! Both shows you will get to experience movie effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598786082238445890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GG3-KOoXqUs/TbLiRzU5OUI/AAAAAAAAAvA/geZzQZPZ-Fs/s400/217781_10150560277375182_855500181_18439215_7381873_n.jpg" /&gt;We skipped the very-waste-time flying canopy and flying dinosaur at Jurassic Park. We walked to Far Far away for Shrek 4D. Crystal said the Donkey show is a totally waste of time so we skipped that too.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598786080392371810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HHLgA7XxnEs/TbLiRscwXmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/QBX-0MMGkcg/s400/216171_10150560277580182_855500181_18439216_2927284_n.jpg" /&gt;We ate at Friar's (this restaurant was mentioned in Shrek 2nd movie). We ordered the seafood combo and shared. It was delicious!!!! Topping up my potion bottle is $2. What a rip off, I can order a can of coke lass than that, and at Six Flags, I get to top up my drink anywhere for free provided I buy their bottle. And their bottle is BIG. But since I am lacking sugar, I just need to top up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched 4D Shrek, which I don't find it appealing anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598786077939985042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5f2XEhCZNE/TbLiRjUD6pI/AAAAAAAAAuw/41xzrf_6dMs/s400/224662_10150560277795182_855500181_18439218_3712249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598784874077455618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOKXhCszreA/TbLhLek3hQI/AAAAAAAAAuo/2t5QlNWQMaw/s400/217288_10150560280475182_855500181_18439231_7365628_n.jpg" /&gt;We went to Jurassic Park for the &lt;strong&gt;water ride&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a good time to take at about 5.30om. The queue was 80minutes long. It is a popular family ride so you got to wait longer than the dual roller coasters.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598784863005023026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJANNO-z3y8/TbLhK1U_mzI/AAAAAAAAAug/m_bYD6IoPiI/s400/218010_10150560282010182_855500181_18439253_7947468_n.jpg" /&gt;Finally after what seems like forever!!! We learned a lot about dinosaurs along the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598787526251601762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxxiWHT3meo/TbLjl2sdX2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/fuzxZcZJrMI/s400/224664_10150560282360182_855500181_18439257_6321368_n.jpg" /&gt; Guess who walk wet-free??? Yvette again!!!! I always get lucky at water rides. The rest were SOAKING wet. So bring extra clothes or buy their poncho available at the vending machine as you are in the queue. I thought the camera was in this dinosaur's mouth at the end. Turn out the dinosaur spat water as I posed in front of it. Crystal started laughing like an evil witch non stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598784861061725250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TyzWPxD8QdQ/TbLhKuFrPEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_S3ZdmqGfTY/s400/215801_10150560282700182_855500181_18439261_1087374_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we finished the water ride, it was 6.30pm. All rides closed at 7pm. We ran to the Battlestar Galactica. It said "5minutes" at the front. so we thought we will be lucky to be able to seat two rides before going off. We head to Human first. Unfortunately, just before us, a lady got herself injured or vomit or nose bled... something like that, causing a delay. After 15minutes, we decided not to wait anymroe and ran to Cylon. Sitting it for the third time and cherishing it is the last ride of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KY-Grq_Ryc8/TbLhKgJTqGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/dL1n7pP6pfo/s1600/223297_10150560282870182_855500181_18439264_6099537_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598784857318860898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KY-Grq_Ryc8/TbLhKgJTqGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/dL1n7pP6pfo/s400/223297_10150560282870182_855500181_18439264_6099537_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place is to be close for an event so we were ushered out another way. Along the way we took pictures of the night scenes of USS. Far Far Away castle looked so Disney-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shopped at the store and I bought two Shrek lanyards. I bought Gingy the last time and with the potion bottle I think these are sufficient. I think I will be back again to buy more when the two rides open (Madagasca and Water Park).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxjAhe-W4Jw/TbLhKXiSrXI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ToP881ZIw20/s1600/222983_10150560284365182_855500181_18439282_4958885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598784855007735154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxjAhe-W4Jw/TbLhKXiSrXI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ToP881ZIw20/s400/222983_10150560284365182_855500181_18439282_4958885_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The female toilet near the exit is so stink!!! We went out to play with water before changing at the Resort toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body was aching, especialy my back. I sustained a back injury before during a dance practice in sec 3, so the Battlestar Galactica brings back the problem. I am okay now. We went to watch &lt;em&gt;A Chinese Ghost Story &lt;/em&gt;at PS. A refreshing version of this famous story, very sweet and touching. Not to mention really funny. Crystal as usually started jumping at the slightest thing although the show wasn't scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready for Universal Studio- Adventure Island! Orlando I am coming... once I have the money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a perfect day. I love April...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1540839624786968114?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1540839624786968114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-day-at-universal-studio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1540839624786968114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1540839624786968114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-day-at-universal-studio.html' title='Fun day at Universal Studio'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhTkSHM5viE/TbLjUplju3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/69dVoF4A340/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2192656680592096822</id><published>2011-04-17T11:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:18:44.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>to April with love...</title><content type='html'>I've been cutting and pasting. But not one task down yet. Going out later for brunch! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To summarize my week, on Wednesday, we went picnic with the tods. After eating sandwich, we ran around the grass field, play bubbles and ball. Became more like rugby than scoccer... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On Thursday, we had water play outdoor next to the swimming pool. I was so tired after that. But the kids totally love it and hardly anyone shivers... Except sneezing.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next week, there are two field trips.. 1 to JP, and another to Jacob Ballas Children Garden.. Kinda nervous... and hope I won't feel so tired.. Then Thursday is what Crystal and I have been talking for months!!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really don't look forward to next month:( I think the word is - CHAOS.. Class expanding, 3 new kids coming in... 1 cryer and loves to fight with another student in my class, 1 whom won't let anyone come near, 1 with challenging parents.. Can you hear me scream now? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am so confident my students are happy now... But can I still keep up to contain 14 toddlers in half of a classroom and still let them be happy? STRESS! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Plus orientation.. Please please please don't send me to the orientation!!! It's so going to screw up my schedule.... I don't need anymore assignment to add on my load... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please pray for the toddler teachers and children at the treehouse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2192656680592096822?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2192656680592096822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-april-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2192656680592096822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2192656680592096822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-april-with-love.html' title='to April with love...'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1792708064165114902</id><published>2011-04-09T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:29:33.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>It is a hell tiring week. With guilt and shame, I read some stories from the recent Japan disaster and these stories bring tears to my eyes. I think the Japanese have been very strong and brave, make me questioned my own abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Crystal and I went to Recce Jacob Ballas Garden... We were quite disappointed. But according to reviews and comments from a colleague, the toddlers seem to enjoy playing there. One big setback of going on a field trip there is that there is no shower area. So remember to bring a towel and extra clothes.. And look out for dangling creepy crawlies.. so bring a cap!! Next is we felt that the water play area looks rather pathetic with just the 3 main sprinklers. I expect it to be a huge area, where there is sand pit nearby with sand play equipments around. But no... Nonetheless, the children look like they have a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593584347250966194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAa0P8UTwNw/TaBnU-cUPrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/AqjRZs12j34/s400/DSC00023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593584354675685282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dacbo1ucpGM/TaBnVaGgd6I/AAAAAAAAAto/XN5dBHOwpIY/s400/DSC00039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593584336759324754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axkbykWExgY/TaBnUXW6gFI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Aj0mTKIJZdc/s400/DSC00034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593584327598939042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Y6LX-wjh34/TaBnT1O6G6I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/KHGFcc2CWRM/s400/DSC00033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593584325693435602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBA1D25Hivk/TaBnTuImbtI/AAAAAAAAAtI/CCYJOoHtDOw/s400/DSC00028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593586033496618514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2l_JqMqnFU/TaBo3IMm9hI/AAAAAAAAAt4/trhaxfV35-0/s400/DSC00046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593586041702800866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kfokGqzBieY/TaBo3mxHXeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/m4KhnpldebY/s400/DSC00054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593586027897702034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcEunlaTZy0/TaBo2zVuRpI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qW_kN7tdOL8/s400/DSC00061.JPG" /&gt;These two ladies started walking around Botanic Garden and got lost, following some passerby's direction which led us to some unknown small road. We had to walk back into the Botanic Garden and find the old route back to where we came from. On the way, we cannot help but to lie on the hill near symphony lake, and started camwhoring... It started to rain and there were lightening so we had to leave the idea of lingering on the hill longer... We are still going there for field trip. I think I will blog about other water play areas soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1792708064165114902?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1792708064165114902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/04/listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1792708064165114902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1792708064165114902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/04/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aAa0P8UTwNw/TaBnU-cUPrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/AqjRZs12j34/s72-c/DSC00023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-593981458976401251</id><published>2011-04-02T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T12:36:01.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Fabulous Week Again</title><content type='html'>One big down-side of a fab week is that most of my toddlers are ill again!! - Heart pain pain:( -They just recovered. I wonder why, toys washed, carpet and boards sprayed with disinfectant until my Lao Shi complained of the strong smell. I am still trying to find the root problem, now I am sending kids home who looked sick although their temperature is normal. Especially if their mucus are running badly. I am really glad parents are understanding and bring them home instead of yelling at me. Thank God for them! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Monday: we went on a Nature walk, picking up things such as fallen leaves and flowers. One of my toddler found part of a tree bark. Had to teach them how to help their friend to hold the bag while they put things inside. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tuesday: we did colour binoculars, the kids were so fascinated with the cellophane papers. They even helped each other to decorate the binoculars. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wednesday: Kids dancing while wear their shades!! They were engaged in this activity for one hours. I think seeing through the shades give them a new interesting perspective. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thursday: Crystal and I decided to do an extension of the outdoor painting since the kids love it so much. 1 hour 15 minutes of preparing the newspaper, 15 minutes of fun (the children were slipping and falling, so much fun and laughter. Instead of having footprints, the papers were a mess, but it will always be a master piece. Then Crystal and I stayed in school till 11 plus doing builders project. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Friday: Kids tore colour papers, played with them then we just paste in on paper. They were engaged in the whole afternoon!!!! Then movie night with my colleagues, watching "I am Legend", seems like they love it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saturday: Now, I have no energy to work anymore. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Really proud of my toddlers and the little achievements they made this week:) One of them knows how to call my name already!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-593981458976401251?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/593981458976401251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/04/fabulous-week-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/593981458976401251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/593981458976401251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/04/fabulous-week-again.html' title='Fabulous Week Again'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7927387823196265356</id><published>2011-03-26T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:42:27.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>Spent Earth Hour with my parents at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.30pm, I off my fan, lights and laptop. My parents were lighting candles and my daddy and me started playing with torchlights. Was watching Nat Geo before Earth hour started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588396799659173554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hl2Xftj4iEo/TY35R9udZrI/AAAAAAAAAsw/9BzI5PwsrnY/s400/DSC09791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588396800516254802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCSq0gFH53k/TY35SA6zbFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IQ5c-w_NcBw/s400/DSC09794.JPG" /&gt;Weeeee~! 128 countries participated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588396809422140130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1CsZmQXa90/TY35SiGIcuI/AAAAAAAAAtA/EAobxwWqMis/s400/DSC09796.JPG" /&gt;Was reminded of the time in 2004 when more than half of Singapore black out. I sat in front of the window waiting for the block across the road to light up. So many beautiful sights, the world looks different when it is really dark - many people in the neighbourhood is walking downstairs wondering what is happening, children playing with torchlights and candles, running around, cars being held up, and when the lights coming back opposite the road was an amazing scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is lovely to just off the light for awhile, look at the sky, think about the day and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird thing is no light-kites flying in the sky today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7927387823196265356?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7927387823196265356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7927387823196265356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7927387823196265356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hl2Xftj4iEo/TY35R9udZrI/AAAAAAAAAsw/9BzI5PwsrnY/s72-c/DSC09791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7830732789036527704</id><published>2011-03-24T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:59:06.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not a good person. But I am someone who does the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy this week because my kids always laughing and smiling in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toddlers like to do daredevil stunts, finding new ways to make my heart drop. Very soon I will suffer heart attack in school. But they are simply so funny, like trying to take food of another child's mouth. Rocking the chair violently even after they fall down. Climbing up the shelf to take teacher's snack. Stop them, scold them the more they will do. Toddlers being toddlers, they just want to push the limit and explore. I just need to be patient and tell myself these habits will wear off. And when that happens, I know got new daredevil stunts coming to push everyone's limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got a new trend in class - random hugs. They so sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can tell they are trying to talk in class although cannot hear words distinctly. I am so happy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7830732789036527704?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7830732789036527704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-not-good-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7830732789036527704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7830732789036527704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-not-good-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-8700412720236458279</id><published>2011-03-06T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:17:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NPChoir PP 07 LinkaGe Good Old A Cappella</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0EWSqbCkmfU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was deleting my Youtube videos (which I supposed to years ago after all the IT assignments) when I came across this from Jingyi's account!!! 4 years ago!!! This song almost killed the sops but very fun for the altos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe reached 1000 views! Once again, I want to say I miss music, I miss singing, I miss acapella. Educating kids non -stop already spoiled my voice. I can't even sing a guy's key now. I'm a lousy choir singer who doesn't know how to protect her voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-8700412720236458279?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8700412720236458279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/npchoir-pp-07-linkage-good-old-cappella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8700412720236458279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8700412720236458279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/npchoir-pp-07-linkage-good-old-cappella.html' title='NPChoir PP 07 LinkaGe Good Old A Cappella'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0EWSqbCkmfU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7665552731059602599</id><published>2011-03-05T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:02:24.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not?</title><content type='html'>You know that jealous feeling when someone you loved before fall in love with another woman very quickly and is going to marry her.. but takes weeks and weeks and weeks for him just to love and then break up with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I do not like him or anyone. But the bad jealous feeling still comes, smacking right at your face screaming "You suck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think di di is right in some way, you can never attend the person's wedding once they betray and hurt you so badly. I feel sorry for him he had to go through such pain. I kinda understand the feeling somehow now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue being a friend or not is their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I am ready, I am ready... But actual fact I am not ready and will never be ready for anyone. Being in another r/s is just going to hurt me even more. I hate "breaking up" it shouldn't even be in my dictionary!!! Why does it keep happening to me?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again reality is forcing me to get out of my "comfort zone". Ready or not, I just have to give other people and myself the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I just miss Boston more and more now. I cannot wait to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I love Singapore. I just need time off to get over a lot of memories and start anew:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7665552731059602599?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7665552731059602599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/ready-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7665552731059602599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7665552731059602599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/03/ready-or-not.html' title='Ready or not?'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7638513731032129213</id><published>2011-02-26T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:19:45.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Healthy and Happy Week</title><content type='html'>Went to Kbox with my 2 lovely colleagues + schoolmates on Monday night. We just kept passing the mic after singing one verse, funny thing is that the wire wasn't tangled at the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XB9GGS7qrAA/TWh8KY5vYCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xs8uR3CoT_E/s1600/VegPizza%2B%252849%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577844656423526434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XB9GGS7qrAA/TWh8KY5vYCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xs8uR3CoT_E/s400/VegPizza%2B%252849%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did Vegetable Pizza with the kids again. This time with toddlers. Lesson learnt: Never use organic baby carrot if you want to bake / toast the bread. It comes out stinky and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless the kids love it. They were eating the broccoili and carrots like how adults eat groundnuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling very happy to see achievements in children and myself. The problem I faced this week was not clearing the cupboard and the classroom still looks messy after clearing it. I thought I am a rather neat and organized person but end up stuck at the limited of place I have to put my things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7638513731032129213?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7638513731032129213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/healthy-and-happy-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7638513731032129213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7638513731032129213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/healthy-and-happy-week.html' title='Healthy and Happy Week'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XB9GGS7qrAA/TWh8KY5vYCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xs8uR3CoT_E/s72-c/VegPizza%2B%252849%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-5079372934745079833</id><published>2011-02-26T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T11:52:12.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>To serve</title><content type='html'>Serving others can be simple (Thank you Karryn for sharing this)&lt;a href="http://learnthis.ca/2010/02/100-ways-to-serve-others/"&gt;http://learnthis.ca/2010/02/100-ways-to-serve-others/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1. Smile&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold or Get the Door for Someone&lt;br /&gt;3. Help someone get where they want to be&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy someone lunch&lt;br /&gt;5. Pick up a hitch hiker&lt;br /&gt;6. Provide Road Side Assistance&lt;br /&gt;7. Mow Your Neighbors Lawn&lt;br /&gt;8. Invite someone over for dinner&lt;br /&gt;9. Give a gift certificate&lt;br /&gt;10. Help someone achieve a goal&lt;br /&gt;11. Share your dreams with someone&lt;br /&gt;12. Shovel snow from more than your own walks&lt;br /&gt;13. Write an article that helps people&lt;br /&gt;14. Teach something specific that you know about&lt;br /&gt;15. Listen intently in conversation&lt;br /&gt;16. Always let others speak before you&lt;br /&gt;17. Volunteer in your community&lt;br /&gt;18. Host a homeless person overnight in your home&lt;br /&gt;19. Donate money to a charity&lt;br /&gt;20. Pick up loose garbage&lt;br /&gt;21. Be a mentor to someone&lt;br /&gt;22. Give away your old stuff&lt;br /&gt;23. Buy someone a book&lt;br /&gt;24. Be genuine with your apologies&lt;br /&gt;25. Bring baked goods to work&lt;br /&gt;26. Compliment someone&lt;br /&gt;27. Help to organize charity event&lt;br /&gt;28. Be sportsmanlike on sports teams&lt;br /&gt;29. Encourage people&lt;br /&gt;30. Give books you've read away&lt;br /&gt;31. Be a friend to those who don't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;32. Support mission and aid workers&lt;br /&gt;33. Share your creativity&lt;br /&gt;34. Promote someone else's idea&lt;br /&gt;35. Tell someone they are your friend&lt;br /&gt;36. Introduce a friend to someone they don't know&lt;br /&gt;37. Talk to people at parties who look out of place&lt;br /&gt;38. Stay calm and don't react in arguments&lt;br /&gt;39. Support your loved ones no matter what&lt;br /&gt;40. Share successes&lt;br /&gt;41. Practice appreciate inquiry and positive dialog&lt;br /&gt;42. Pay for the stranger's coffee behind you in line&lt;br /&gt;43. Offer your seat on the bus / train&lt;br /&gt;44. Operate a blog and give away great content&lt;br /&gt;45. Take on a project as a DIY with a friend&lt;br /&gt;46. Accept others ideas without immediately judging them&lt;br /&gt;47. Put and keep your cell phone out of site in conversation&lt;br /&gt;48. Inspire others&lt;br /&gt;49. Share appreciation aloud&lt;br /&gt;50. Share gratitude in life&lt;br /&gt;51. Demonstrate perseverance&lt;br /&gt;52. Make moral decisions&lt;br /&gt;53. Live ethically&lt;br /&gt;54. Share your mistakes with others&lt;br /&gt;55. Clap and cheer aloud&lt;br /&gt;56. Tell me about yourself&lt;br /&gt;57. Magnify someone's kindness&lt;br /&gt;58. Be willing to describe your vulnerabilities&lt;br /&gt;59. Be humble&lt;br /&gt;60. Choose to be happy&lt;br /&gt;61. Admit your faith and beliefs&lt;br /&gt;62. Ask open ended questions&lt;br /&gt;63. Be a change agent&lt;br /&gt;64. Avoid and guard against gossip&lt;br /&gt;65. Live with purpose&lt;br /&gt;66. Express your passions&lt;br /&gt;67. Ask more questions than you answer&lt;br /&gt;68. Hand write a personal thank you card&lt;br /&gt;69. Take the blame&lt;br /&gt;70. Keep excuses to your self&lt;br /&gt;71. Apologize sincerely&lt;br /&gt;72. Promote employee engagement&lt;br /&gt;73. Give honest feedback&lt;br /&gt;74. Tell stories&lt;br /&gt;75. Control your response&lt;br /&gt;76. Master your state of mind&lt;br /&gt;77. Use the words, Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;78. Be prepared&lt;br /&gt;79. Stay healthy&lt;br /&gt;80. Live with less stuff&lt;br /&gt;81. Eliminate complaints&lt;br /&gt;82. Keep emails positive&lt;br /&gt;83. Communicate in person&lt;br /&gt;84. Ask for help when needed&lt;br /&gt;85. Use your talents&lt;br /&gt;86. Practice patience&lt;br /&gt;87. Protect forests&lt;br /&gt;88. Forgive an action&lt;br /&gt;89. Cancel a debt&lt;br /&gt;90. Avoid the unimportant&lt;br /&gt;91. Be enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;92. Donate blood&lt;br /&gt;93. Use positive dialogue&lt;br /&gt;94. Do extra household chores&lt;br /&gt;95. Give anonymously&lt;br /&gt;96. Leave a specific compliment with a tip&lt;br /&gt;97. Say hello often to strangers&lt;br /&gt;98. Keep your promises&lt;br /&gt;99. Let love for others drive your life&lt;br /&gt;100. Recognize when God calls you to serve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for early childhood educators out there, we can also serve in jolly spirit under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Smile and hug your kids the moment you step into class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Come 15 to 30minutes earlier, or knock off a bit later to help your partner who still has many children under his/her care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Changing you kids' diapers with pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Smiling at parents or report something nice or of concerns everyday (they may have just ended their tough day at work and want to hear something nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Teaching them how to handle conflicts - "Love" is the ultimate solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Take every parent's complain positively (no matter how dumb they are), as a learning point and an improvement to your teaching and class operation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tell a child "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tell a child whom did something wrong and was reprimanded by you "I still love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Allow kids to be messy in their work. Accept their developmental stage. God is also guiding their learning hand-in-hand with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's so many more an educator can do for the children everyday! Serve with pride, serve with happiness, because when we do something nice for others, we are serving the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-5079372934745079833?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5079372934745079833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-serve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5079372934745079833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5079372934745079833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-serve.html' title='To serve'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3034880355678977214</id><published>2011-02-11T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:54:26.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't feel like Friday</title><content type='html'>Had quite a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My children are scratching each other (practically all of them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even when they want to hug each other, they ended up pushing each other and think it is very fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The prince got hurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My throat and lips suffered because I have to explain to them again and again (like a hundred times) hurting friends is wrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brain is dead from directing their energy to play, singing and dancing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brain is dead from foul smell the contact paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt accused&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two toddlers did not want to say bye bye to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A child puke on my leg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A child puke on the carpet I washed 2 weeks ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder where've gone wrong. Morning went well with a fun water play and a peaceful time at the playground... Then after nap everyone is in a bad mood. Tired? Hungry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, a teacher's mood is deeply affect by every child in class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something to celebrate: My dar dar said "On de nigh (light)" after he woke up!!! Way to go!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3034880355678977214?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3034880355678977214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/doesnt-feel-like-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3034880355678977214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3034880355678977214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/doesnt-feel-like-friday.html' title='Doesn&apos;t feel like Friday'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-776048206592242732</id><published>2011-02-09T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:14:00.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>the encouragements</title><content type='html'>To all my friends, thank you for the encouragements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Glee's episode was on faith, kinda gave me teary eyes. I realised I have never asked or wondered if God exists. For some reason, since very very young, before I really knew about Christ, I already knew Someone is watching over me. I am not listening to God now. Neither have I prayed for many days. Somehow not hearing words forces me to meet up with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to someone about my decisions, although she was on the fence, she gave a slight hint what she would do. Decisions are so hard to make, especially when you love both decisions but have to let go of one. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;! I just simply want a place to work where I no need to bother what others think of me(more than wanting to have a boyfriend)! Is it so difficult for me to achieve one thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Exercise corner at the park to play sand with my kids, to practice their motor skills. Sunny, hot, had fun, don't want to go back, scream, kept sitting down along the way, insist on being carried.... ya, that's just 1 hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower time was hectic. Some of my kids are not used to the relief teachers and cried &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I got out of their sight, yet I have to go. So the father said there was a "crying competition".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, 5pm was the hectic time, during pick-up time. Running in and out of the classroom. I did not go toilet from morning and had to go around 5.30pm!!! Was like a waterfall!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another heart-ache day when one of my cute toddies leaving. Why week after week I just have to say goodbye. Also heard the possibility of some toddies to be promoted to nursery 1. Love my smart kids... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Enrolling&lt;/span&gt; new kids means must &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pei&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all over again. But this is reality, everywhere is like that, just need to face it and do my job properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Suppose to do some work today again never do! Too much thoughts in the head:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-776048206592242732?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/776048206592242732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/encouragements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/776048206592242732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/776048206592242732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/encouragements.html' title='the encouragements'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-240531181562408791</id><published>2011-02-06T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:28:28.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>same place, different thoughts</title><content type='html'>Here I am, blogging far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very relaxing past few days while trying to rush a few work in between. Happy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cny&lt;/span&gt; yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent reunion dinner doing PSI, then doing some editing, and don't-know-doing-what now. Yes, Ms Yvette is complaining, cause' I seem to do work slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a dilemma lately. I don't know if I should continue this line when I see other opportunities waving hello at me. I totally love my job, I totally love the environment, and I totally love my kids. But I know in reality, my future is very blur. I can choose to ignore and hope for the best... But I will always try to play safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this reality hit me a couple of days ago, I can hardly breathe properly. I am on my toes, wary of every single sh*t. On another hand, being ironic here, I am learning to let go slowly. I'm starting to meet my friends and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care a lot what people say and feel, now I CANNOT accept &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;criticisms&lt;/span&gt;. The perferctionist Yvette is coming back again. A new stress begins. I need a very good advice, someone on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I lost on my last mj session:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-240531181562408791?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/240531181562408791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/same-place-different-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/240531181562408791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/240531181562408791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/same-place-different-thoughts.html' title='same place, different thoughts'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2958636624187375110</id><published>2011-02-02T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:18:44.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Before The Labbit Year</title><content type='html'>A fast flashback of what happened in preparing for the new lunar new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made animal cookies with the kids, the last activity for the first half of the term&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School's Chinese New Year Celebration -  my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tods&lt;/span&gt; looked super duper cute in their festive outfits. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New kid, vomited on the floor and on his mum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to squeeze my schedule for work and meet up with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A horror that haunted me for a long time finally ended, but a start of a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sis's&lt;/span&gt; Japan pics and felt like Christmas again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing activity plans - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, haven't do PSI yet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to figure out how to rush everything before going Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just ate fantastic and same old usual home steamboat.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking of what to do to my nails...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to do my PSI now, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MAHJONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will Ms cuttie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Labbit&lt;/span&gt; here win again tonight???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2958636624187375110?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2958636624187375110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/before-labbit-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2958636624187375110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2958636624187375110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/02/before-labbit-year.html' title='Before The Labbit Year'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-8422790548624807831</id><published>2011-01-29T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:31:08.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Green Bee.</title><content type='html'>Watched "The Green Hornet" today!!! Together with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WenJian&lt;/span&gt; and Ah Dar. My sis is watching right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love it although there were boring parts, or maybe working on Saturday from 8am to 3pm tires me so my brain wasn't functioning well. Anyway I still love the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you put two guys together, you get two kiddos playing. Yup, I just totally think the two main actors are like kids. Cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a fantastic show, but a feel-good show. Additional points if you are a Jay Chou fan, because you can hear him sing an English song for a few seconds and he speaks quite good English. The occasional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dialogues&lt;/span&gt; are quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual effects not very nice. But making the machines in the show to be like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IronMan&lt;/span&gt; would be too fake, so i think overall the fighting scenes are quite natural, with not much actions and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choreography&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end I was laughing quite a lot. And the ending is *clap clap*. Now, I feel like watching it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-8422790548624807831?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8422790548624807831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/green-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8422790548624807831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8422790548624807831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/green-bee.html' title='The Green Bee.'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2845080386887612066</id><published>2011-01-23T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:51:24.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of asses and vegges</title><content type='html'>It's not even a scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even realised I am still healing, kept thinking everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so difficult for me to move on. Why am I so weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to step out of the house, I cannot meet my friends. I am hiding from reality. The only thing I can do normally and be normal is my work and family life. The rest is zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what an asshole can do to your life. Gives you hope, takes everything away, and then comes back making you believe everything is all right again. He waits for your heart to melt, let him in again, then takes everything away. He lies to melt your heart, then tells the truth thinking it will solve everything. Then leaves. He lets you wait, comes back and play with your heart, and then leaves again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built the wall between him and me, and now I am building walls around myself. I wouldn't even let my closest friend come in. Is it I don't trust anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is around the corner. I need to get out of this cycle. It is not doing any good to my mind and health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can think of is Harry Potter and Vegetables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2845080386887612066?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2845080386887612066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-asses-and-vegges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2845080386887612066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2845080386887612066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-asses-and-vegges.html' title='Of asses and vegges'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3589077130948861814</id><published>2011-01-13T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:48:20.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston'/><title type='text'>do-nothing day</title><content type='html'>Gonna make tonight a do-nothing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tiring day. But better than yesterday, the children were more obedient, seems to be able to follow the routine better. Let's hope they keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt;' today is the first time I brought them outdoor to the park. So the walk was super duper slow and the teachers were perspiring like mad. I wanted to wait till the children are more settled to bring them to the park, but they seem to lack the sunshine and I feel sorry for them to be stuck in the air-con environment for so many days. The new kids were like so fascinated by everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my cute Dardar during naptime was also tiring. When I don't entertain him, he will cry so loud. When I play with him he will laugh so loud. When I give him toys he will play so loud. When I just leave him alone he will talk to himself so loud. Not to mention destroying the classroom and trying to get others to wake up.  His grandpa is so funny to give him the nickname "terrorist". Since the new kids come in I totally did not do my work in the afternoon. How I wish I can be skillful like my Lao Shi, can do work and take care of children so effectively at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed a dinner meet-up at JP with my Wheelock classmates. Arrgh! I miss my Wheelock friends so much. How I wish is summer in 2009 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't kill to relax today and tomorrow night right? Ah lazy Yvette mode again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3589077130948861814?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3589077130948861814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-nothing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3589077130948861814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3589077130948861814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-nothing-day.html' title='do-nothing day'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1458531037525514060</id><published>2011-01-12T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:32:08.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>moodless</title><content type='html'>Very moody nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was accused of something. I felt mad and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you've really care, you would have told me right from "day one" what must I do and also you should pack the things... Don't say I never do it as if I don't care. That's what I hate about. I put in my ultimate effort to care for my kids, wanting the best... What you said really hurt me a lot. And when I tried to defend myself by stating the fact, you still want to insist your story. Fine. God is watching, and that's all really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I moody about is that he is leaving on Friday. Will never see him again. Although not even 2 years old, he taught me many things. I am grateful to have him as my student for this few months. I think there would be lesser laughter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my sis about my "crisis" last weekend. She said it is okay and I can always change my career anytime. I thought she would be mad. My ex-principal also knew what happened. Kinda scolded me for it -______-". Ya, I deserve that. But she also gave me a lot of encouraging words, asking me to be strong and not to worry. For many months, I said "sorry". It's not going to help in any way, but that's the most to show I didn't mean it and really regret for what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have loads to do over the weekend. I rushed my weekend for the learning corner... why another weekend burn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulation to my dear classmate who got married on Sunday. Sorry I did not attend, and sorry my darling crystal cannot attend ur so-call wedding&gt;___&lt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1458531037525514060?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1458531037525514060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/moodless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1458531037525514060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1458531037525514060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2011/01/moodless.html' title='moodless'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-462498178875856931</id><published>2010-12-31T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:23:46.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>@)!!</title><content type='html'>Year 2011 is coming in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of weeks ago, I went through my back blog entries to the end year of 2009. It was certainly a happy plus sad year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has been extreme too.. The beginning of the year felt like heaven and then later part I don't know to enjoy or cry... But it has been a great year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some recap of great events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one year since the break-up, meeting new friends, dating, got dumped, kite flying at night, doing stupid things with Shron to pass time, coping with two rejections, last intensive week in Wheelock, cried like loads in school because I cannot bear to leave Wheelock college, Sec sch friends ord-ing, work in Treehouse as relief teacher while HR finds a place for me, going to Taiwan (which totally rocks!!!), Jay Chou's concert!, GRADUATION!, lost my voice, first full-time job at JP, cried on last day of work in JP, work in the Treehouse, celebrate my first teachers' day, cried countless of times since Oct- almost wanting to give up being a teacher, officially becoming a class teacher of a toddler class on 6 dec...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snails, Izzah, yiling, Parmeet and Karryn... I miss you guys loads. Don't be angry with me, as much you all are trying your best to make your friends happy, I am also trying my best to get over it. I'll be fine alone for now:) Sorry for not meeting you guys, the wrapped Christmas presents are still in the fridge. Please don't think badly of me, I really need the time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Dar and Didi, sorry for skipping today's ycs New Yr's dinner. Will definitely meet you all soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my current 6 toddlers... You all are so gooooood so far, keeping unnecessary worries away... Doing so many funny and smart things that make us laugh, Keep it up, I am enjoying school too because of all of you!!! Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear bear, may you have a great adventure at your new school, may the last 2 weeks at the Treehouse be a great fun and accident-cum-virus-free for you:) Don't forget me and your teachers who love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, sorry I must have disappointed You and many others this year. Guide me to become a better Christian in 2011, for my family, friends, children and ultimately, towards You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Year resolution: Find a boyfriend and get married in 2012!!!!! And attend dance classes and lose 5kg!!!! Finish lesson plans in time!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great pizza dinner with my family... now bathe, then mahjong!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-462498178875856931?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/462498178875856931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/462498178875856931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/462498178875856931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_31.html' title='@)!!'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-659526830807710605</id><published>2010-12-25T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:16:26.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Billy Gilman</title><content type='html'>It's difficult for me not to think about Billy Gilman every single December since 2000. For ten years, Billy Gilman is closely related to Christmas in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the MV that's got my sis's attention and set us hunting for the Classic Christmas CD in HMV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaQGLvOQUrs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaQGLvOQUrs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The live version that took our breath away that year (sounds a bit flat but the voice is powerful though). I just couldn't believe this kid was just a year younger than me. My love for singing and carols continue to grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkX30gaH6qY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkX30gaH6qY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew about Mattie Stepanek when I was in Sec 3. Billy Gilman sang the beautiful poems that Mattie wrote. Reading his poems make me see life in a different way, somehow getting to know how it feels to be reaching death. There's when I learned about Muscular Dystrophy. When I was searching for news articles for newspaper discussion in class one day, I came upon the news that Mattie Stepanek passed away and cried. I was painfully reminded of one of Mattie's poem of the things he could do if there was a cure... Somehow I am grateful to fall in love a voice of a singer who leads me into a profession of special needs and young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Remember to play after every storm"&lt;/em&gt; - Mattie Stepanek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIWU7fhxThA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIWU7fhxThA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew all teens have to go through a period where their voices changed. So I patiently waited for many years for his new albums and songs. I am glad he still has the voice and heart of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having very bad aches and cold. My anti-biotic is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-659526830807710605?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/659526830807710605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/billy-gilman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/659526830807710605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/659526830807710605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/billy-gilman.html' title='Billy Gilman'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1717694529166437183</id><published>2010-12-24T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:47:32.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Holy Night...</title><content type='html'>Night is approaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I do not know what time Jesus was born. I've been asking myself this question for many Christmas eves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dearest colleagues, friends and parents for the Christmas gifts. I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very sleepy and tiring day. Trying my best everyday seems not enough yet, I wish for this Christmas a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;better health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;self-motivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;self-discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to complete my tasks properly. And another Christmas wish (and also Brithday wish) is for my students to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;healthy and happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so Teacher Yvette can be healthy and happy too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not doing my Christmas shopping yet. I will try my best to do it tonight at the airport maybe. This year is my MOST last-minute Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, thank You for the wonderful day, wonderful students, wonderful parents, wonderful friends and a loving family. Few weeks ago, I almost wanted to give up teaching but You let me see the purpose and importance of staying in this profession. Through Your guidance and grace, I know you will lead me to be a good teacher. I enjoyed the Christmas spirit this year. Teach me to forget the unhappy past, and unhappy Christmas last year, so I can walk on strong and confident again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh family reuniting on Christmas day, My sis is coming back from Tokyo!!!! Woot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1717694529166437183?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1717694529166437183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-holy-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1717694529166437183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1717694529166437183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-holy-night.html' title='O Holy Night...'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2950807603003177003</id><published>2010-12-16T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:19:47.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The nightmare</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday early morning, I had a nightmare that made me sit at the edge of my bed panting at 4.30am. It was the worst nightmare I ever had in my life (besides the constant childhood nightmare of being lost in a shopping mall and another being chased by an unknown monster in the dark).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I yelled at everyone, and she spoke to me, then asked me to leave. Horrid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got a horrid news... My precious bear bear is leaving soon. I only can be with him for another 4 weeks. I almost cried. I'm already tearing the whole day when he hugged me or trying to get me to hold his hand. So I think I'll definitely will cry on his last day. I will treasure dearly his morning hugs from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good news today is that what I really need is approved! Thank you, Cecilia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My braces is still giving me ulcers:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2950807603003177003?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2950807603003177003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2950807603003177003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2950807603003177003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/nightmare.html' title='The nightmare'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7337532135712078891</id><published>2010-12-12T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:59:24.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ycs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Birthday weekend</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it is my birthday again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year passes so quickly, as if it is only last month we sing K till about 5am in the morning in Bugis and ate breakfast till the first train came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start off the birthday weekend, I went Kbox with my sis and CK. And my voice is damaged! I cannot even sing Jay Chou's key!!! What happened?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549777037364337634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TQTEz764m-I/AAAAAAAAArw/5fS5GajKA0U/s400/SANY0019.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was not feeling well on my birthday, so the whole afternoon was spent sleeping. Wanted to go back to school to set up classroom but no energy. Of course, the traditional birthday of the Koh family is to eat Buffet dinner. I lost a lot of appetite but I enjoyed the company of my family a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The few things I looked forward throughout the year is Christmas, and also meeting my secondary school friends. Having the same birthday as Wenjian means I get to meet them! Strangely, maybe the thought of meeting my friends, cheered me up a lot and my flu symptoms were gone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549777043229017442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TQTE0RxIhWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lq-FRFBFXo8/s400/SANY0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549777048556117922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TQTE0lnNn6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/xgMnR9j6iB4/s400/SANY0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549777057163697474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TQTE1Fra3UI/AAAAAAAAAsI/tn_vhkCD2cA/s400/SANY0032.JPG" /&gt;Had fun doing Christmas shopping. It is my first time trying to shop with 3 other guys and I am amazed at how fast they walked while shopping!!! I guess if we go Taiwan together next year, we will have to go on separate ways during shopping. We went back empty-handed. Like what wj said "No fu..." So I need to arrange another Christmas shopping soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7337532135712078891?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7337532135712078891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7337532135712078891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7337532135712078891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday weekend'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TQTEz764m-I/AAAAAAAAArw/5fS5GajKA0U/s72-c/SANY0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3990372081932343272</id><published>2010-12-03T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:56:56.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>听妈妈的话</title><content type='html'>People always say listen to your parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to prove something and end up not listening to them. I got hurt in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, something inside is yelling for me to listen to them, but I am using a lot of energy to say "No! I want to prove that I can do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Why power? I am quite worried about it. Over the years, I've seen people behave selfishly for power and authority. There's nothing wrong with the attitude to gain leadership and a sense of being in-charge of making positive changes, but when moral values are destroyed, I can say he or she is not fit to gain power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ten years later I will want power selfishly? And when the time comes, will someone slap me in the face and ask me to stop harming people for my own gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not really care if people use me to gain power, as long it does not hurt me in any way, I am totally fine - close one eye and just mind my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the topic about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;birthdays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, today I celebrated a child's birthday party. The mother is so sweet... Treehouse really have a lot of loving parents. And I also just realised it is December! My birthday month!!! And all I have been worrying is the new year and new class and the kids!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* been worrying non-stop. Think I am behaving like a typical kiasu mum already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I did not meet some deadlines... So difficult to work when there are kids around. Although I already off shift but I'm still talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't plan what to do on my birthday, don't feel like doing anything, think will be just a quiet birthday and Christmas again this year. I think my leaves are not approved, so forget it, no December break for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3990372081932343272?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3990372081932343272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3990372081932343272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3990372081932343272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='听妈妈的话'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-5335808466235052236</id><published>2010-11-29T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:23:13.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>the umbrella</title><content type='html'>I had to buy my own dinner today. Holding the class file and my dinner, it started raining quite heavily when I came out of the station. I started finding my umbrella frantically. Darn! Left it on my bookshelf! I had to use the new class file to shelter me to the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this uncle, perhaps in his 60s, put his umbrella over my head and gestured to me that he wanted to shelter me from the rain. I said "It's okay, I can just use this (showing my file)." Then he said "It is okay. I just lived nearby." I thanked him. He was standing under the rain while he sheltered me with his umbrella. I kept insisting that I am fine, while he too, kept insisting it was okay. When the light turned green, I could not be bothered to argue with him anymore but asked him to shelter himself too as we crossed the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really blessed with good people around me, even people who are strangers. And teacher Chris bought me breakfast today, which turned out to be my tea break! Such a sweet teacher and a friend. Today really made me think about how God created each and every one of us and I wonder what am I like in other people's eyes, or more importantly, how does God sees me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched an episode of Ghost Adventures on the Riddle House, it is one of the scariest episodes ever! I enjoyed my Mayson's Nasi Lemak while watching this scary episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I can relax to some extent on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-5335808466235052236?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5335808466235052236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/umbrella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5335808466235052236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/5335808466235052236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/umbrella.html' title='the umbrella'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-8718356826225514689</id><published>2010-11-28T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:45:34.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Christmas is comin'...</title><content type='html'>Caroling! Birthdays! Presents! Holiday! Parties! Cookies! And not forgetting the Christmas lights in town! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's our family tradition to drive through Orchard to see the decorations at this time of year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Marina Square... huh? er... ya, I just went there a week ago and I'm back to the same restaurant. Love the shooting stars! I am nuts about stars!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544547614676108258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TPIwreUCQ-I/AAAAAAAAArI/VQVYZN50Org/s400/27112010057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were stuck in the Orchard jam to see the decorations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544547617833113250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TPIwrqEuVqI/AAAAAAAAArQ/l2Kcl-BegZQ/s400/27112010060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544547630437160530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TPIwsZBw1lI/AAAAAAAAArg/Dxws8iT8Pg4/s400/27112010063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544547623542468450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TPIwr_V8L2I/AAAAAAAAArY/XTv5_bYLeoM/s400/27112010062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544547634266899330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TPIwsnS2A4I/AAAAAAAAAro/TVNo0aHVz9I/s400/27112010067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are just not worth taking pictures. Tangs has beautiful golden lights but the car was moving too fast at that time to take pictures. Will drop by Orchard again when it is nearer to Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-8718356826225514689?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8718356826225514689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-is-comin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8718356826225514689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8718356826225514689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-is-comin.html' title='Christmas is comin&apos;...'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TPIwreUCQ-I/AAAAAAAAArI/VQVYZN50Org/s72-c/27112010057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7687904586364389244</id><published>2010-11-24T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:45:10.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Dropped</title><content type='html'>My heart was pounding fast. My heart totally dropped when I saw the number shoot so high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been telling myself, stay calm, it is not the time to cry and panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the number sank into my mind to know what I had to do, the scene changed quickly. The smell of the oil filled the room. He opened his eyes and looked at me. While everyone was shifting around, he could not stand straight and leaned toward me. I hugged him and prayed. He laid his head on my shoulder while I just waited to see what they want to do next. All I wanted was his dad and mum to come quick. Lucky my angel just came, she knows how to handle her. Then, the scene changed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I heard "...darling..." and the quick movements, a warmth spread into the room and I felt slightly comforted that he is going to be fine. She is one of the best mothers I have ever seen. "Fast! Quick! Go, go, go!" was shouting in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want anything to happen to my little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the world is worried about the nuclear war, while people make decisions to harm the Earth, I have nothing in my mind except them - If only people could take a moment to not think of power, but to think of something much smaller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She inspires me to be a mother like her one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7687904586364389244?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7687904586364389244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/dropped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7687904586364389244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7687904586364389244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/dropped.html' title='Dropped'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1638958079412234974</id><published>2010-11-20T13:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:31:53.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TOdf0j4btkI/AAAAAAAAArA/tze_HRBDt60/s1600/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-Close-Up-Poster-1-10-10-kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541503223092459074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TOdf0j4btkI/AAAAAAAAArA/tze_HRBDt60/s400/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-Close-Up-Poster-1-10-10-kc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually watched HP films on the preview day, but this year, I got to grit my teeth and waited two more extra days to watch the film. Last night, I watched the Deathly Hallows with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing bad reviews from internet and those who watched already, I did not have high hopes for the movie. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the show right from the beginning. For the first time in years, my sis seems happy about the movie (she usually grumbles about how disappointing the HP movies are since the 3rd movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*** Spoiler warning***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to other HP films, this movie is much brighter, I do not need to squint to see what's happening in the dark. Since the fouth movie, I wished I had the function to make the screen brighter. Last night was a relief, I can see things clearly - phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are changes in the movie from the original story, but this time, they stick to the original story very well, and make interesting changes such as making Hedwig died in a more 'heroic way'. I felt more time could have used for Harry and the audience to moan for the lost of Hedwig, at least a decent tribute to the loyal character who appeared right from book 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene where Harry found his parents' grave was very touching. I was slightly tearing at that part. Daniel Radcliffe really showed deep emotions that is how I imagined when I read the book - mixture of disbelief, sadness and just simply not knowing how to react at the point of time he saw the grave. But it will be better if Daniel Radcliffe did not cry when Dobby died, it just didn't seem sad at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The movie suddenly brought back important characters Mundungus and Bill Weasley. If I did not mention to my parents, they did not know Fleur is back since the Globlet of Fire. Another amazing thing about the movie is the poly juice potions parts - 7 Potters and the Ministry of Magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sis also commented Luna's father acted well, but he looked far different from what we imagined - not weird enough, and too handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Using animation to portray the tale of the Three Brothers is very refreshing - simple, and give people the space to reflect the deeper meaning of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just like the book, there are many tiny dose of humours to lighten the mood. There are new jokes and expressions that really make me burst out laughing. Thank God for George's (or Fred?) appearance when Harry and Ginny kissed, I was about to puke when he crept into the Kitchen and made everyone goes HAHAHAHA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tom Felton becomes this amazingly tall man, as compared to the little boy in "The King and I". Although his appearance was brief, I am totally blown away by his acting - purely frightened by the dark magic and evil intentions surrounding him, and just stuck-at-the-middle between good and bad. He did not make any eye-contact with any character which shows his helplessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grindelwald is an important character in the book, but in this movie, it just shows him saying that the wand is buried with Dumbledore. I had to explain to my parents that Grindelwald is a powerful and dark wizard, some what like Voldermort, and was conquered by Dumbledore in a fierce battle. If not, it seems puzzled why the elder wand suddenly appeared in Dumbledore's grave. Maybe they will talk more about it in the next movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go in with an open mind that the movie cannot be exactly the same as the book. The extra things in the movies, such as the Harry and Hermione dance, shows a strong friendship and how much she misses Ron. Remember, there is no narration in the movie so we cannot hear the thoughts of the characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't wait for the second part of the movie. Just like how I cannot wait for Gantz next year ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is a good family movie but I do not think it is suitable for young children. Too many deep messages, unless they read the book. My own opinion - MUST WATCH! Especially if you've read the book - you can see the story in a different light. Ignore the bad reviews about it being boring and how dark the film is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1638958079412234974?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1638958079412234974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-and-death-hallows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1638958079412234974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1638958079412234974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-and-death-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TOdf0j4btkI/AAAAAAAAArA/tze_HRBDt60/s72-c/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-Close-Up-Poster-1-10-10-kc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2659200525991461040</id><published>2010-11-14T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:15:59.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Short hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539377179279703250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TN_SMhffPNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/VeDtzDvkSsU/s400/14112010038.JPG" /&gt;Went to JB to cut hair. Look at my sis's hair on the floor.. We both heart pain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TN_SMxIaT2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/HF7GDD8Qi1E/s1600/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539377183477878626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TN_SMxIaT2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/HF7GDD8Qi1E/s400/Picture0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now me with short hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TN_SMYJToBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/O89_4Q1M9OU/s1600/12112010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539377176770748434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TN_SMYJToBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/O89_4Q1M9OU/s400/12112010025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday, we celebrated at the Treehouse all the November babies. Wishing all November babies a very Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation to my manager Angie! She gave birth to her second baby today!!! Happy birthday~!!!! *so happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2659200525991461040?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2659200525991461040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2659200525991461040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2659200525991461040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-hair.html' title='Short hair'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TN_SMhffPNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/VeDtzDvkSsU/s72-c/14112010038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1854674473065706448</id><published>2010-11-14T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:06:08.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Love Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyB_U9vn6Wk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyB_U9vn6Wk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is indeed universal language. With love comes understanding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are all different, but love remains the same and brings differences together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video makes me miss my toddlers even more now, and also reminded me of "Live the Mission" at Rainbow Centre. They are the little wonders who taught me how to love differences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1854674473065706448?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1854674473065706448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1854674473065706448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1854674473065706448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-language.html' title='Love Language'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6116357863582852869</id><published>2010-11-09T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:36:55.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really regretted and sorry for what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think only God knows how badly I wanna hang myself for it *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gaaaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry and also thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know why some people think I'm not sorry enough. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; they think is what they think. Shall not let what other people, nor my stupid negative thinking, pull me down in life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paging for Cheryl Ho!!! Please contact me... NOW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6116357863582852869?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6116357863582852869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/really-regretted-and-sorry-for-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6116357863582852869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6116357863582852869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/really-regretted-and-sorry-for-what.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1307827245844270334</id><published>2010-11-04T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:06:04.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Very happy moment</title><content type='html'>Encounter some funny moments when doing the health check in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Teacher, I very excited about tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Because it is a public holiday, no need to come to school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: So what are you going to do tomorrow? Your parents bringing you out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: No. I am going to CLEAN - MY -  HOUSE! (raising his voice in enthusiatic tone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: You're happy about cleaning your house?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Yes. Because it is very very messy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Your room must be the messiest right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Ya, I throw my things around. My clothes are everywhere. My mother is going to wash them tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: So what you do with your school uniform everyday?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Throw them on the floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I had a tough moment with a toddler during shower time. He refused to let me change him and started throwing temper tantrum. Was quite hurt by it so I pass him to my partner to change him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I had two happiest moments with him today. First, this morning, he did the actions while we were singing the Good Morning song. Throughout the day, whenever I sing the song, he will just do the actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Second, he called me "di-jer e-bet" softly. It is his first time calling a teacher! Another teacher asked him to pass the glue to me. He walked toward me but my back was facing him. Then I heard a small voice "di-jer e-bat" and I turned around and saw him holding out the glue for me! I was so thrilled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Before I went home, he threw another temper tantrum because I did not let him disrupt the other teacher's lesson. I entertained him for awhile and continued my work. He started screaming and crying as if asking me to carry him again but I told him I was busy and I will do it another time. After that, I took my bag and got ready to go home. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e sat down on the floor and started crying. My heart just melt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Don't you think these are little successes worth celebrating:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1307827245844270334?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1307827245844270334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-happy-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1307827245844270334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1307827245844270334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-happy-moment.html' title='Very happy moment'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-868715487429373059</id><published>2010-11-02T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:28:45.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hidden blog</title><content type='html'>A secret blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret I want it to be known yet cannot be known to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading it, although I am not crying, the pain seems fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my chinese can be so power! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just added an entry to that blog. Maybe the last entry ever in my secret blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-868715487429373059?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/868715487429373059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/hidden-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/868715487429373059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/868715487429373059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/hidden-blog.html' title='the hidden blog'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1194002473000793293</id><published>2010-11-01T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:49:58.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><title type='text'>The people I'm grateful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TM7BTmg-80I/AAAAAAAAAqg/DjbElsBc28M/s1600/IMG_6807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534573534585484098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TM7BTmg-80I/AAAAAAAAAqg/DjbElsBc28M/s400/IMG_6807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chaotic morning; not knowing when is our class's turn to take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The toddlers kept shifting here and there and not all of them looked at the camera at the same time. It was a funny moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a small and blur picture of the people I worked with (thank you, Egeria, for the mms).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for such colleagues who motivate me to do more than my best, and to encourage me when I'm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I will continue to grow, be better and better in my teaching for our little citizens and future leaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1194002473000793293?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1194002473000793293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-im-grateful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1194002473000793293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1194002473000793293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-im-grateful-for.html' title='The people I&apos;m grateful for'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TM7BTmg-80I/AAAAAAAAAqg/DjbElsBc28M/s72-c/IMG_6807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6681452813703143048</id><published>2010-10-30T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:50:51.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Staff Retreat @ Creative Culinaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first baking class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here our yummy and fool-proof cookies and tiramisu:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Pissssst... They already measure everything for us and helped us to set the oven:D*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533819221432849426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMwTQzC71BI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Sg_nUFlnhto/s400/30102010001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533819227941316722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMwTRLSrKHI/AAAAAAAAAqA/219WUyTh6uQ/s400/30102010006.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The 3 amazing bakers and their yummy chocolate chip cookies!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533819229744434994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMwTRSAkjzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/0if4ZOlQSJQ/s400/30102010011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533819237768054898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMwTRv5jSHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/747PJ36DNg8/s400/30102010018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMwTRtl8GlI/AAAAAAAAAqY/sIgkA915yNI/s1600/30102010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533819237148924498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMwTRtl8GlI/AAAAAAAAAqY/sIgkA915yNI/s400/30102010021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute pasteries at our buffet lunch where we shared what we looked forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;Me? I really really look forward to next year's improved curriculum because I want to improve my teaching with the children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know my partners next year;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6681452813703143048?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6681452813703143048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/staff-retreat-creative-culinaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6681452813703143048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6681452813703143048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/staff-retreat-creative-culinaire.html' title='Staff Retreat @ Creative Culinaire'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMwTQzC71BI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Sg_nUFlnhto/s72-c/30102010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-801104855741978277</id><published>2010-10-29T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:04:21.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces diary'/><title type='text'>not good enough</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just try till you are so tired... You tell yourself you tried your best but yet there's something nagging at the back of your mind you are not trying hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of crying moments, just being a teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First time: I cried in front of the children during my poly attachment. The practicum supervisor and principal said I did a good job but I was sad not because I thought I failed, because the children made me sad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second time: I was playing with a boy and then he knocked onto my head real hard. He did not cry and was not hurt, but I had a big blue black on my face, it hurt so badly I teared and laughed at the same time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third time: It was just my third day working in a childcare centre. There was this really famous boy known for his challenging behaviour. He was not even 3 years old and he shouted at the senior teacher, beat me up and later spat at my face. I scolded him. I came home crying puddles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forth time: Too much workload at the childcare. Portfolios... lesson plans... administrative work... project documentation... Environment set-up... DEADLINES... Maybe I cried ten times because of such stress and doubt of being a teacher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fifth time: I returned to the centre to work. My ex-student's speech development regressed. He cannot even say he needs to go to the toilet properly. I cried again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sixth time: The boy mentioned in "fifth time" was hurt by a foam block (caused by the boy with challenging behavioral problem). There was a cut on his forehead (FOAM BLOCK!!!! CAN YOU IMAGINE?!). I cried - feeling with guilt, heartache and intolerance toward the boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seventh time: A girl threw a temper tantrum, box at my cheek (I just extracted my teeth for braces) repeatedly, then started throwing blocks at the other kids, screamed at me that she don't want me and she will ask her mum to beat me up *jaw drop* I held back my tears because since my first time crying in front of the children during my field &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prac&lt;/span&gt;, I swore I will never cry in front of children again. I remember breaking down in front my my supervisor and friends in the office, and the boy who spat on my face a year ago from this incident came to hug me:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eighth time: Seriously doubting myself being a teacher after receiving my first complain from a parent. I cried from noon till I sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there will soon be more... much more tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short simple email from VP brightens my day. I guessed not many feels my struggle and fears now because they think my role is nothing much; that I am just mainly assisting. She seems to know how I feel. I should be glad she is not laughing at me for bleeding heavily after tripping over small, tiny pebbles. Pai sei siah... My catwoman mentor also encouraged me a lot since she knew about my doubts of being a teacher. I will seriously die in this career if I didn't meet such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with young children make me more sensitive, vunerable and emotional as the time pass... Working with the younger children set me reflecting and tearing everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying may make me look weak on the outside. Almost everyday, I asked myself if I should give up being a teacher... I know God brought me to this career and led me into the world of children. There must be a reason. It is weird I used to hate kids a lot more than 5 years ago. Fate? Destiny? Plain crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice tells me at the end of everyday... that when I get through the sea of doubts, I will enter a new life phase with a new purpose to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just want to be a good educator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9th time: now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about braces... On my 10th month, Doctor said this will be my final look. I wore the rubber bands for two months only. I can't believe my teeth are already considered straight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-801104855741978277?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/801104855741978277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-good-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/801104855741978277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/801104855741978277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-good-enough.html' title='not good enough'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-741108156428927615</id><published>2010-10-23T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:19:17.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom management'/><title type='text'>becoming a lead teacher</title><content type='html'>Before the big day, we took some shots... Here's are some pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMLeB_dSU2I/AAAAAAAAApw/023bAL-CUfA/s1600/Selected+-+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531227418159895394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMLeB_dSU2I/AAAAAAAAApw/023bAL-CUfA/s400/Selected+-+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531227412765362162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMLeBrXIR_I/AAAAAAAAApo/l8FTx-_D6Ac/s400/Selected+-+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531227409524037650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMLeBfSVmBI/AAAAAAAAApg/L_857XkK2g4/s400/Selected+-+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531227407854769906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMLeBZEWlvI/AAAAAAAAApY/b7SoFunnEsk/s400/Selected+-+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531227404394179586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMLeBMLSLAI/AAAAAAAAApQ/6HHyD471Of0/s400/Selected+-+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531226832166449986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMLdf4dj80I/AAAAAAAAApI/hMXW31QC5W0/s400/Selected+-+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From John Funk's blog entry on &lt;a href="http://eceducation.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-connecting-habits-of-lead-teacher.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 habits of a lead teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The lead teacher relies on 7 connecting habits: &lt;strong&gt;caring&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;listening&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;supporting&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;contributing&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;encouraging&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;trusting&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;befriending&lt;/strong&gt;. The most successful classrooms are the ones led by lead teachers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embarked on this teaching journey 5 years ago... Now I'm at the beginning to become a lead teacher... No more boss teacher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-741108156428927615?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/741108156428927615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/becoming-lead-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/741108156428927615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/741108156428927615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/becoming-lead-teacher.html' title='becoming a lead teacher'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TMLeB_dSU2I/AAAAAAAAApw/023bAL-CUfA/s72-c/Selected+-+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6570063710600568646</id><published>2010-10-19T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:31:45.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Not expecting the unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another new case... in our class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heart pain! Miss his laughter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blocks washed, lucky the waffle toy was kept away till Monday afternoon, so that is a little bit of good chance that it would not cause an outbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhhh.. I'm feeling the anxiety and the heavy responsibility again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More white hairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is starting to get creepier again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday I pray good health for all of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And recently, I also pray nothing would drag me away from God and what I believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6570063710600568646?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6570063710600568646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-expecting-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6570063710600568646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6570063710600568646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-expecting-unexpected.html' title='Not expecting the unexpected'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7487090481154226583</id><published>2010-10-17T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:23:27.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Blackforest and Milk Tea</title><content type='html'>It is a yummy Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Marine Parade for a late afternoon desert. We decided to eat at Toby's, for a change, instead of Swensen's again. I totally love the names of the deserts. The waiter forgotten my order, but I thought theBlack forest cake with choco ice cream was worth the wait. The cake was so soft it pratically just melted in my mouth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528973139255119346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLrbxsH6TfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9B3UHOR3Zp4/s400/17102010522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we bought Koi fresh milk tea... Ahhhhh... Miss Taiwan so much! I think the Taiwan's Ten Ren Milk Tea tea smell was stronger... But still, Koi is apparently the best in Singapore, the closest to the taste I drank in Taiwan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528973143659696002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLrbx8iCz4I/AAAAAAAAApA/-XV9ae5Ug38/s400/17102010523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7487090481154226583?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7487090481154226583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/blackforest-and-milk-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7487090481154226583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7487090481154226583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/blackforest-and-milk-tea.html' title='Blackforest and Milk Tea'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLrbxsH6TfI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9B3UHOR3Zp4/s72-c/17102010522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-8882272408523095240</id><published>2010-10-16T21:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:06:56.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>happy, tired, creepy</title><content type='html'>Another exicting but strange week passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a tiring week because of the activities materials I have to prepare and... arh... I have not started on next week's yet. Not to mention the project... Two children in class are making me very very tired and annoyed and they sucked out my energy simply by just calming myself down when they "act up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday when we went out for outdoor, a cute little toddler stepped out into the sun on his own, and started waving his arms frantically in front of his face for quite long. I started laughing and said &lt;em&gt;"You can't open your eye, can you? It is so sunny you can't open your eyes."&lt;/em&gt; and I started laughing. He looked at me when he finally was able to open his eyes, he laughed along too. How I wish I had video record down that moment. He is also beginning to talk alot. When I was showing him the kites and the moon in the sky, he pointed to the sky and said &lt;em&gt;"No more."&lt;/em&gt; I can't remember what else he said but I remembered he also laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new toddler also laughed A LOT this week. He would point at something and laughed to himself. He is so adorable. When it comes to reading stories, he just sat down and listen attentively till it's over. Although he talks a lot, I cannot understand his "babble" yet. It is not really babbling because it sounded distinct yet I cannot make out what he is trying to say but I am really happy he is always trying to communicate to us verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddlers are really really difficult to take care and teach. They are still learning to communicate and move around steadily. I'm constantly worried about their safety and what they are learning. But their innocence and laughter make me forget about how tough they can be and they make me laugh and smile throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is darn hot, humid, hazy, unbreathable and simply just like living in a desert. Forget about going to Changi Airport, it's packed. But I'm craving for Swensen's Ice cream though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-8882272408523095240?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8882272408523095240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-tired-creepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8882272408523095240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8882272408523095240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-tired-creepy.html' title='happy, tired, creepy'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-2641135818709990331</id><published>2010-10-11T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:09:44.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look good!</title><content type='html'>Haha.. See what each of us received from Egeria today - Chocolate! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the little things that make my day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526758751892108002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLL9zYXPcuI/AAAAAAAAAow/stqMvSSKG-M/s400/DSC07426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happier now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-2641135818709990331?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2641135818709990331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-look-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2641135818709990331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/2641135818709990331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-look-good.html' title='I look good!'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLL9zYXPcuI/AAAAAAAAAow/stqMvSSKG-M/s72-c/DSC07426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-9071005648085704200</id><published>2010-10-09T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:01:39.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>A short love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mrswee-michelle21.blogspot.com/2010/10/26022010-1212-pm-06102010-353-pm.html"&gt;Michelle's blog entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came across this touching blog entry of a very beautiful and young mummy whose little baby passed away few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really unpredictable, but I can tell she has cherished every single second with her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part when she said she told her baby to be strong and that she will go buy a toy for him, the baby stretched out his hand as if asking her to stay; it was so touching, the baby seems to understand what she said, or maybe he did, he wants her to stay by his side till the last moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“握着宝贝的手还是热热的&lt;br /&gt;可是他的身体已经没有动静了 ......&lt;br /&gt;我看 是我的宝贝累了 怕了&lt;br /&gt;他选择离开了”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be a difficult time for her now, but her story already touched many people within a few days. Bernard is with God now and I believe what she said is true; he will be one of the cutest angels in heaven...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-9071005648085704200?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/9071005648085704200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/9071005648085704200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/9071005648085704200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-love-story.html' title='A short love story'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6198886884003507911</id><published>2010-10-09T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:35:43.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First step... or not...</title><content type='html'>Last afternoon, I met up with some of my Wheelock calssmates. Feels so good to see them again. It's so hard to imagine the last time I stepped into the HQ was already 1 year ago to sign up being a teacher in this organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing other people's stories and doubts, I realised I am not alone feeling inadequate. I am fortunate to have them to rely on to pull each other through the first challenging stage of being a new teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching: A career with a heavy responsibility and non-stop stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready for it?!!! Not a confident "yes" yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526005657919396546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLBQ3isVmsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6m-Cua2u9dQ/s400/DSC07355.JPG" /&gt;Thank you for the creamy cutie cupcake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526005663583830258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLBQ33y2API/AAAAAAAAAoQ/JkygUwFINXM/s400/DSC07356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526005672655821714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLBQ4Zlxm5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/cwTAIpG1tho/s400/DSC07360.JPG" /&gt;Best-dressed award goes to.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526005678440111634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLBQ4vI23hI/AAAAAAAAAog/yWA8JlY0dcE/s400/DSC07364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526005681825716578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLBQ47wDGWI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YhrC7MrfgJs/s400/DSC07370.JPG" /&gt;Back @ Ngee Ann Poly while waiting for Shronnie to end her PTM.. Miss this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6198886884003507911?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6198886884003507911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-step-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6198886884003507911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6198886884003507911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-step-or-not.html' title='First step... or not...'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TLBQ3isVmsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6m-Cua2u9dQ/s72-c/DSC07355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6736318830361709944</id><published>2010-10-05T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:20:43.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><title type='text'>The same question</title><content type='html'>Over the past few months, or maybe even the past five years... I always asked myself &lt;em&gt;"Am I a teacher?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question became more frequent when I take my Degree programme &lt;em&gt;"Am I a teacher? Am I wasting money studying this?"&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and it becomes an every-week-reflection since I became a teacher officially in July... Looking at my past entries since July, they are almost everything about being a novice teacher. Yet, like most of my Wheelock classmates, why we still ask ourselves this question for so long?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I asked myself &lt;em&gt;"Am I a teacher?"&lt;/em&gt; a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-supervisor has been drilling inside me for the past two years till now.. &lt;em&gt;"Be confident! You can do it!"&lt;/em&gt; is becoming just an echo and no longer seems to be the only motivator I need to drive this teaching passion... Her story of being an assistant teacher and eventually staying in this line close to two decades now is truly inspiring.. Can I last that long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes the hardest skill to ignore everything else and just focus on the child the moment I step into school. I remember this skill used to drain my energy into a puddle of tears. I can feel the cycle coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only do the best I can now and follow what Dory always sings &lt;em&gt;"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper thankful to the Lord for my family (except for my mom who is so against me being in this line), friends and mentors.. I think I won't be able to make it this far if I meet some crappy colleagues or classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Daddy for the sweet message!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I said "I'm not able"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;God says: I am able (II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6736318830361709944?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6736318830361709944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/same-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6736318830361709944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6736318830361709944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/same-question.html' title='The same question'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-4802726432526444782</id><published>2010-10-04T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:53:44.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Crazy day</title><content type='html'>It's a totally crazy day... but I enjoyed myself thoroughly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the new day when the centre opens its doors again... There are two new children in my class (promoted from infant) and new time table to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 toddlers can be so challenging!!! Life would be so much easier if we can have another toilet nearer to our class... Fat hope! Today reminded me about the time when I had 9 toddlers to myself, making me K.O. at 9pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conducted my first "official" activity... The children seem to enjoy the food... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;!! Even the 80% &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cocoa&lt;/span&gt; chocolate.. Their expressions - priceless.. Most of them love dark chocolate, like me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tr. Chris, the amazing present wrapper, gave us a cute denim pouch... I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we celebrated the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Principal's&lt;/span&gt; birthday! It was such a touching moment.. I hope the virus would stop tormenting us and especially her anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is smelling clean like hospital now... But does clean = 100% free of virus? Will think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-4802726432526444782?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4802726432526444782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4802726432526444782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/4802726432526444782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-day.html' title='Crazy day'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-8461370490839133928</id><published>2010-09-28T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:03:50.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portfolio'/><title type='text'>pressie wrappie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TKHX7uHojxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AcwNfB0qypY/s1600/28092010511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521932039125241618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TKHX7uHojxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AcwNfB0qypY/s400/28092010511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Children's Day is coming.. and the presents would not look so good without the talent of Teacher Chris's - wrapping gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I were to do the wrapping they will look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't the colour makes you feel cheerful?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a loooong meeting... Documentation has always been my strength... but now it's going to be a great challenge for me due to constraints... Gambatte!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-8461370490839133928?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8461370490839133928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/pressie-wrappie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8461370490839133928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/8461370490839133928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/pressie-wrappie.html' title='pressie wrappie'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TKHX7uHojxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AcwNfB0qypY/s72-c/28092010511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-6693226567797144234</id><published>2010-09-25T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:26:52.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Of Dentol and Doubts</title><content type='html'>Lots of things to do but I left them in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda disturbed with my swollen left hand now, Dentol is not very gentle on my skin, but it's still my favourite brand. The class smells of Dentol now.. Love it:) Funny thing is houseflies love the smell too. Irritating!! Not going to use the disinfectant spray so much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues are really funny... although it was a long day of cleaning but they seem to know how to lighten the mood and speed the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda nervous about the month of October... Also I will know which group of children I'm going to teach soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I say: "I can't manage"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;God says: I'll supply all your needs (Philippians 4:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-6693226567797144234?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6693226567797144234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-dentol-and-doubts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6693226567797144234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/6693226567797144234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-dentol-and-doubts.html' title='Of Dentol and Doubts'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-1137510595611519039</id><published>2010-09-22T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:56:12.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Mid Autumn</title><content type='html'>It's my first Mid-Autumn celebration with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of mid-autum festival, I thought of one of my poly parties 4 or 5 years ago... when we have to dramatize the Chang'er story. Ahhhh.. the good old days with carefree parties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a lantern for myself to carry around and have fun together with the toddlers! The small handmade mooncake is from my dearest principal. Also a big thank to the parents who gave us mooncake, and also thank her for making feeding medicine so easy. I didn't take the picture but each of us also received beautiful flowers personally arranged by Tr Chris. They really make my day awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad news though... Yes... the temporaily closure. I am as angry about it as the angry parents because after cleaning the classroom thoroughly 3 times, I felt like efforts have gone to waste. I'm also not looking forward to the rashes I'm going to get again from the disinfectant and solution &lt;em&gt;(darn my sensitive skin that is even allergic to chinese med!)&lt;/em&gt;. I am still new to the tots, and when we open again, I have to start bonding with them from scratch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have really really really tried our best. Although I am pissed, but I always believe in blessing in disguise. God knows what we did, God heard our prayers, so feeling angry is not going to change anything. This situation make me see some of my colleagues and superiors in a new light, I really respect them even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an exciting day with an extreme bad news and a shocking good news. So I'm feeling kinda exhausted from having mixed emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shron!! Get well soon!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet my two dear friends tomorrow... Miss them loads...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-1137510595611519039?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1137510595611519039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/mid-autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1137510595611519039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/1137510595611519039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/mid-autumn.html' title='Mid Autumn'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-7679086049336858099</id><published>2010-09-17T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:48:23.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces diary'/><title type='text'>Painfully happy:D</title><content type='html'>Changed my braces colour to &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;maroon&lt;/span&gt; and bright &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;! My mum likes it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; to a thicker wire and my rubber bands are hooked to a new position, nearer to the front teeth which is so painful... I can't really chew my food so I end up swallowing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to celebrate in class today, I was teaching them to sort four different types of cookies. After teaching this child again and again and again what is same and different and said to him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"think carefully first"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He finally sorted the cookies and he did so fast!!!! Instead of using the word "different" which I kept saying at first, he only use "no same", that was why he had difficulty sorting initially. When he finished, I was sooooooooo excited I just go "WhoooooHoooooo!" Ya, it seems I overly-excited over small things, but this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At JP, the teacher likes to sing "Two Little Teddy Bears" and I found myself repeating this song again and again today. And a girl started singing with me... Today then I realised I am constantly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; in class. Even when I just want to say something like "Let's go back" I started singing... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I wonder will the children get sick of my voice soon, such a noisy teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No new case of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HFMD&lt;/span&gt;.... GOOD! And so many exciting things happened. First, there was a temporarily black out and amazingly the children were not scared! They were so fascinated by the emergency light. Then, the fire alarm went off just as the staff meeting ended, waking the whole school up at the right time. No fire of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Funky Friday had to be held indoor (second floor) because of the rain puddles... and there was a function today and so many people commented how adorable they were!!! And I saw my dear poly friend, Wendy whom I never seen her for years!!! So coincident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Chris had Ice Cream Feista in her class and she was right! Biscuit and ice cream goes so well together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hung up the lanterns to have the Mid-Autumn Festival "feel" in class. I think the overall deco can enhance a bit more. At least some teachers notice the lanterns haha~! Charlyn rocks; to think of such creative ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a kid going to school instead of work... But feel supertired on Friday nights to go out. End of my Friday's reflection here:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-7679086049336858099?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7679086049336858099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/painfully-happyd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7679086049336858099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/7679086049336858099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/painfully-happyd.html' title='Painfully happy:D'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-3505157769212655224</id><published>2010-09-12T20:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:12:11.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>another great weekend</title><content type='html'>Had another peaceful weekend. First I get to buy the "ribbons" and other materials I needed for next month's activities. I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Concouse&lt;/span&gt; and found out the shops are missing, then travelled to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tekka&lt;/span&gt; Mall, which thank God two shops are still open on the public &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hol&lt;/span&gt; but I didn't find the things I want. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Serangoon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Teka&lt;/span&gt; Centre and had an okay-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laksa&lt;/span&gt; there, while my parents love the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;biryani&lt;/span&gt; rice and the black &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gui&lt;/span&gt; (carrot cake). My father commented the carrot cake tasted like what he ate long time ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When to Bras &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Basah&lt;/span&gt; and found my stuff, I sign up as a member at Arts Friends and bought the non-woven paper at Popular for class deco. AND I found something I've been looking for like crazy for a month!! Exciting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with my sis and her bf (again) to watch "Vampires Suck". I was laughing all the way... Such a stupid and mindless show, but that is the whole point of parodies right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I felt a great sense of accomplishment after cleaning the classroom and putting up the ribbons. And mind you, the ceiling is super high... I don't think I have ever clean my own room for so many hours before. Guess the thought I want to be a mother and I want my child to be in a healthy environment makes me want to do this. On the other hand, I don't want to fall sick. It is also another way of saying to our friends "Welcome back!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it pass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516013713918358450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TIzRP2pJc7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/d_6E20SyRZU/s400/11092010417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day, I KO for 4 hours... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we went Vivo to do grocery shopping and have lunch at this affordable-and-not-so-bad-restaurant.. oh darn... what's the name?? &lt;em&gt;Mussel Guy&lt;/em&gt;? Quite cheap set lunch and I kinda enjoy the meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we drop by at Hort Park to accidentally hear the funny wedding MCs brainstorming Mandarin well-wishes with funny accent and they kinda forget to respect the bride and groom's privacy by saying something with their mic on. It's really funny but I can't share here. Anyway lesson learn, &lt;em&gt;MCs, please do always check whether your mic is on before you say something wrong.&lt;/em&gt; Sweet place to have a wedding - but a high possibility your guests may be sun-burnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516008375832555538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TIzMZIuUMBI/AAAAAAAAAnw/JBskST5Bits/s400/12092010422-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I have a garden next time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516003183935349010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TIzHq7Zj4RI/AAAAAAAAAno/OVbdkUEjGfo/s400/12092010425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, plant wall. Kinda reminds me of what is surrounding the Treehouse. See it's so hot my camera lens also can't take the brightness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516003164191097474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TIzHpx2KgoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/1DGUrI5feaU/s400/12092010426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fishy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516003173282505698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TIzHqTtuY-I/AAAAAAAAAng/BP6s5h7wx5k/s400/12092010428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cold-hearted monster feeding the fishes???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-3505157769212655224?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3505157769212655224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3505157769212655224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/3505157769212655224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-great-weekend.html' title='another great weekend'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUbYmYQJZxc/TIzRP2pJc7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/d_6E20SyRZU/s72-c/11092010417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303718395358984516.post-9124185903524948587</id><published>2010-09-09T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:16:13.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><title type='text'>Walking on Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Totally addicted to Walking on Sunshine and Halo mash up by Glee Cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkmwMnGJBR4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkmwMnGJBR4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wanna be a music teacher now!! I wanna groove all day. Kept singing to a toddler this morning and he started bouncing along, and he clapped at the end of my singing!!! How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! The joy that children and music brings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praying our little Cruinne friends and the little ones at JP are well and happy right now... Ms Yvette miss you all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/303718395358984516-9124185903524948587?l=yvettekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/9124185903524948587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/walking-on-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/9124185903524948587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/303718395358984516/posts/default/9124185903524948587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettekoh.blogspot.com/2010/09/walking-on-sunshine.html' title='Walking on Sunshine'/><author><name>Yvette Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17315767575654889753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blAr1k-k59w/Tw61H0P0gVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/BS6W3z6KBRQ/s220/IMG_0315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
