the caterpillar has finally undergone the full process of transformation and came out of its chrysalis (cocoon is meant for moths) as a butterfly!! :)

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time flies... I will be seeing most of them for the last time... maybe not, we still have prom night :) anyway, it's really sad to see them go... don't know how much sweet memories or impact I have made in their lives but I'm sure they left a giant footprint in my life's journey... thank you for all the autographs that you took the effort to write... I will treasure them well... all the best for your coming o levels! :)


Fun shoot 1 with 401!


Fun shoot 2 with 401!


Fun shopt 3 with 401!


Photos with the boys! soccer style!


I got piled on by my students! my intestines almost spilled out! :P

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that's Christian with his self-drawn Transformers cake :) btw, his birthday is tmr! 101001! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRISTIAN! I called him "the binary kid"! it's obvious from his birth date!


that's the frame Christian chose for the birthday shoot!


that's one of Christian's birthday presents. any idea what that is? the answer is in the next photo!


yup! his favourite Transformers character: Optimus Prime!


it's convertible to a truck as in the Movie! but it took me about an hour to figure how to transform it! so much more complex as compared to the one I played when I was a kid! and it cost a bomb too! $99!! courtesy of his aunt! :)


that's the caterpillar that we caught! it has turned into a cocoon! we are awaiting for metamorphosis to take place! butterfly! :)


I love this drawing in one of my kids' story books called Running Shoes. the expression on the girl's face is so beautifully captured! :)

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Quite a number of people have been asking me recently why I decided to quit my job... I thought i should document it down so that when I look back 5 years down the road (no matter how it turns out), i will be able to recall why i did it in the first place.

It's a case of security vs. freedom. My job is a very stable one (iron bowl as what the chinese would put it) where the chances of being sacked or being demoted is almost impossible if you go by the rules. But with security comes bondage... that's why the jail is also known as the place of maximum security. everything is provided for over there but you have no freedom at all...

people always say that if you quit, you are a loser. I had that thinking in my mind for a long time until I realised recently that quitting is not a loser mentality all the time. In fact, it is actually a smart move if what you are clinching onto leads to an end that is not worthy of the journey. you are no loser if you stop acting cool and quit smoking. you are no loser if you quit selling a product that is already obsolete. you are no loser if you quit learning something that is already outdated. you are no loser if you quit a job that drains you out and does not lead to financial freedom... you are a loser if you don't quit... but of cos, you should never quit if the outcome is transcedent, is worth all the difficulties that you will encounter along the way...

i want to be free to do what i am good at, what I enjoy. I want to do only things that are really necessary and not meaningless paperwork/admin stuff that is time consuming and just in the name of being professional. I want to be free to decide how hard i should work, when and how much time i should work. I want to be free to give the best of my time and energy level to my family. I want to be free financially so that I can focus on my family and helping others without worrying about money. I want Him to guide me through my life so that when i look back, every moment and effort is worth it...

This song struck me these couple of days cos the lyrics kinda echoes how I feel within... it's really time to go... the only reason why i stay on is simply to see you all through the last mile... once it's done, it's time to breakaway... it's time to take the chance and do what I should do... to make a change... to breakaway... the memories will linger on... i will treasure them... the relationships will still remain... but it's time to move on... and grow and try new things... with no regrets when i look back...



Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray (I would pray)

Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away

[Chorus:]
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)
And breakaway

[Chorus]

Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging around revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

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Hi 110! click on the links below to download the notes and worksheets for your EOY exams preparations! There are 3 topics tested altogether:

Effects of Heat

Transmission of Heat

Pressure

All the best! Feel free to approach me if you are not sure about anything!

I can't use my edulearn account to upload the files cos I got locked out for no apparent reason! ;)

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Here's a lovely essay written by one of my students, Tess Wong for an essay writing competition. I love the way she describes stuff! very vivid and imaginative! enjoy!


My mind was blank. Echoing in me like a hollow room, it taunted and flirted with my sanity. My future seemed bleak, my motivation, pulverized. The bland taste of dismay surged through me.

I had a deadline! And yet, I had no inspiration whatsoever. As the saying goes, 'The best way out is always through.' If inspiration would not come to me, I would look for it.

I remember the fated day I landed in New York. I had gazed in stupefaction at the derangement of the place! Although utterly discombobulated, I silently reminded myself that however dreadful New York might turn out to be, it was a galore of opportunities for artists like me. As I explored the streets in trepidation, I was surprised to find quaint shops selling various forms of art. In spite of myself, I was immensely attracted to the vast yet distinctive cultures of the people.

My opportunity soon came knocking on my door, literally. I opened my door to two strangers who had seen my advertisement. One strode into my house, clad in a black starched blazer, and wore a stern expression on his face. He had neatly slicked-back hair that was graying and he looked extremely uncomfortable in my sordid little apartment. He struggled to maintain his composure, while beads of perspiration framed his forehead. I sneaked a peak at him, and he stared back. Immediately, an almost tangible air of animosity hung between us. Throughout the whole interview, astringent remarks that cut into my pride were on his lips perpetually. It was an onerous task convincing him to give me a chance in his company. He was as unyielding as a cactus, I would say, with his hair that looked like pine-needles on his head.

The second man was the exact opposite. He seemed amused by me, and was topped in a simple t-shirt and Levi's jeans, suggesting a relaxed attitude. He had a pleasant smile, marked with sincerity. This man had the air of a true artist. His blithe spirit and enthusiasm towards my works was encouraging. He seemed eager to learn more about art. There was not a hint of arrogance in him.

"Are you sure your works will be a hit in the market?" the first man had sneered at me incredulously, when I showed them my art pieces.

"I feel that as long as I create a piece of art with passion, people will be able to identify with it." I had retorted icily.

"Yes! That's exactly the spirit I'm looking for. It's the passion that will lead to outstanding art pieces!" the second man had acclaimed.

That marked the start of my career in New York.

Now, I just needed the inspiration to get started with my art piece to leave them, especially that 'cactus', awestruck.

I decided to take a stroll in my neighbourhood. I was intrigued by the passion which ignited people at work. There was an old lady who was sculpting the face of a young boy on wood. The intensity of her eyes as she concentrated on the block of wood was infectious. I found myself staring at her as her hands moved deftly around. She slowly glanced up and I smiled uncertainly at her. Her face immediately lit up and broke into a smile. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled and crinkled at the edges. It was the most sincere and entrancing smile ever.

I was taken aback and nervously stammered, "Could, could I paint a¡­ a picture of you at work?"

"Of course, this is a sculpture of my grandson. I haven't seen him for so many years that I've lost count! I do miss him." she murmured in thick American slang. Her voice was hoarse yet gentle with a hint of sadness.

I was speechless with emotion. As she returned to her work, I whipped out my pencil and art paper and started drawing. Before I knew it, I had captured her emotion and exotic beauty in my sketch.

Ambling around the little town, I stumbled onto a blind girl painting. Gleefully, she hummed a little tune while her steady hands moved around the page. The colours she mixed together were bright and cheery. It seemed to portray her joy in doing artwork. Hesitantly, I asked for permission to draw her while she painted and she kindly obliged. I managed to imbue her coruscating jubilance into my sketch. She was happy doing what she loved even though she was disabled. That was a daunting trait that humbled me.

I combined the two sketches of these passionate people at work and named my work 'Inspiration'.

Indeed, the best and most beautiful things in the world can neither be seen, nor touched... but are felt by the heart.

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