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Name: Samuel
Country: New Zealand
Metro: Auckland
Birthday: 1/18/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Its hard writing about yourself. But hey, come to think about it, there's lots of stuff i can say about me! Don't you just love inflated egos??? I enjoy a good chat about life once in awhile (not everyday), not over coffee - prefer green tea anytime. And i like to run - its great having the wind in my hair... but i need a huge financial pinch in the form of gym membership to make me run. I love reading about grand theories and new discoveries, usually for the purposes of critiquing them. But hey, i do give credit to valid theories. Just that there is no such thing as a grand theory of everything. Once in awhile, people do see my softer side (i do have a softer side), and get surprised. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a lion, i don't eat people... I'm generally approachble unless i'm trying to avoid you. Don't worry, you'll know when you're being avoided... heh..
Expertise: International Relations and Power PoliticsHuman Behavior (Its a tough science - more of an art actually, no one behaves in the exact prescribed manner)
Occupation: Teacher
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
MSN: icefalcon_y2k@hotmail.com
Member Since:
5/1/2003
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| A Teacher’s Prayer
I want to teach my students more
than lessons in a book;
I want to teach them deeper things
that people overlook --
The value of a rose in bloom, its use
and beauty too,
A sense of curiosity to discover what
is true;
How to think and how to choose the
right above the wrong,
How to live and learn each day and
grow up to be strong;
To teach them always how to gain in
wisdom and grace,
So they will someday make the world
a brighter, better place.
Lord, let me be a friend and guide to
give these minds a start
Upon their way down life’s long road
then I’ll have done my part.
At the start of a new school year, i kind of need something to inspire me. The teacher needs to have a streak of idealism in him/her.
Take care everyone,
Samuel | | |
| Hi everyone,
I wrote a short story as a model for my students in my English class next year.... I'm hoping to get feedback on it....
-- Story begins --
Title: The Walk
10.30pm.
The pedestrian crossing traffic light blinked furiously. Walk. He stood rooted to the ground, unsure of what to do. He looked to his left, and saw her. “Come on”, she said. “Let’s go”. Without missing a beat, he took one step forward, taking the risk as he saw the countdown timer ticking down. But as long as she was beside him, he knew he would be alright. The risk, shared by two, was far more manageable.
Earlier that evening, he had met her in a restaurant in the back lanes of Bugis. Thinking he had stumbled upon somewhere new, he was sorely disappointed to find the place buzzing with a thickening crowd. Little wonder why, he discovered later. The food was good and relatively affordable. Romance here, was distant. The ambience, all wrong. Yet, the company mattered more. Did she already know? As they walked down Bugis Street after dinner, a thought crossed her mind, “Shall we walk back?” she asked him. He was caught off-guard. Yet, without hesitation, he smiled and replied “Why not?”
The night air was breezy. Singapore by night was a different city. As they walked past different locations, curiosity was the order of the night. Curious about places, locations, actions and each other. Questions and answers. From the beautiful lights of Clarke Quay, to the seedy pubs of Chinatown. All serving alcohol, yet, under so very different conditions. Expats toasting their beers to drunk people reeking of alcohol. All, in one night. One man held up by two friends as he lumbered from pub to pub, insisting on his sobriety. The external environment though, was secondary.
Time, seem to come to a standstill as the pair walked through Chinatown. The silence as they walked side by side spoke volumes. It seemed almost magical. Could this be love? Simple, sweet and innocent. “I don’t want this walk to end” he thought to himself.
Midnight and they found themselves at the lift landing of her block. “Goodnight” she said, “and thank you for walking me home.” “The pleasure”, he replied, “was all mine”.
-- End of Story --
Let me know what you guys think k?
Take care everyone,
Samuel | | |
| I had the funniest comment and the most 'awwww...' comment said to me yesterday.
I was taking a bunch of Primary 2 kids out on a field trip (these are new kids to me, btw, i had not seen them before yesterday). After I scolded the kids for misbehaving, an hour later, this girl comes up to me and says:
Girl: "Kor Kor Sam, are you married?"
Me: "No."
Girl: "Huh? Then you got gf or not?"
Me: "Nope."
Girl: "Huh? How come you so big still got no gf?"
Me: "I dunno leh. Maybe I don't look good enough?"
Girl: "I think all the girls eyesight got problem!"
I just looked at her and smiled. Hahhaah...
Take care everyone,
Samuel | | |
| Phase 1
You are listening to jazz -- Your first day at work is great. Your fellow teachers are wonderful, your classroom is cute, you love your students, and your principal is the best!
Phase 2
You are listening to pop music -- After a while you are so busy that you are not sure if you're coming or going anymore.
Phase 3
You are listening to heavy metal -- This is what you feel like after ONE month.
Phase 4
You are listening to hip hop -- You become bloated due to stress, you're gaining weight due to lack of exercise because you are so tired and have so much school work to do when you get home, you feel sluggish and suffer from constipation. Your fellow teachers are too cheerful for your liking and the walls of your classroom are closing in.
Phase 5
You are listening to GANGSTA RAP -- After more time passes, your eyes start to twitch, you forget what a 'good hair day' feels like as you just fall out of bed and load up on caffeine.
Phase 6
You are listening to the voices in your head -- You have locked your classroom door to keep people out, You wonder WHY you are even here in the first place and WHY did I become a teacher! | | |
| Its been about three months since the break up. Since then, i've thought alot. A serious amount of thinking. Indeed, God has been showing me so many more things not only about him, but also about myself over the past three months. I guess the key was learning to enjoy the different seasons in life, and learning to praise and worship God despite all my circumstances. In the midst of your own hurt, it take alot of courage to say, 'Jesus, i love you.' In effect, i guess you never really really get over a breakup, you'll always have a soft spot, or intense hate for that particular person. That's life. I don't hate my ex. Was i saddened by the breakup? Yes, i was. But, at the same time, one has to do unpleasant things in order to be pleasant. Ironical, but true.
Looking back, i guess i did learn heaps from the previous relationship.
A nice distraction, perhaps?
Take care
Samuel | | |
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