<?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-7937514</id><updated>2011-08-28T21:03:23.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Alternative - To Renew Myself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-8820780467040212300</id><published>2011-08-28T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:03:23.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months and 4 days left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Presidential Election is over. There was a conclusion. TT won and he is the new President of Singapore. But, what about us? What about Clovis? When this saga is over, what will be our conclusions? I am afraid to speculate, because to me, there can never be alternatives. I must make it happen. This family cannot split. Wife was sad today. She wept, because she was afraid of losing Clovis. I can't lose him, and I am prepared to put in all my efforts to make him a successful person. But ultimately, I do not want this family to split. Again, she mentioned it was impossible, I broke down. I couldn't resist tearing, because the though of that was simply terrible, and the outcome was unimaginable. The worst victim in this scenario, is none other than Clovis. No matter who he is following, he will lose out. I hope that things do not turn out the way it is intended. I do not want the family to split. For so many years, I do not pray, I do not even pray for my career advancement or my academic results. This time, I pray, I pray that some force will help me, and my family to stay intact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-8820780467040212300?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/8820780467040212300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/8820780467040212300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/8820780467040212300'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-755332207549864869</id><published>2011-08-25T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:09:51.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months and 7 days left....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night and today seemed to be the worst days of my life. Never did I cry so much in two days. My eyes were swollen, and my whole mood dived straight to the pit. I felt like going home the moment I stepped out of house. I did not sleep much. In fact I slept for less than 4 hours. I cried for over two hours, because she lied to me and once again, she betrayed my trust. She mentioned that 'it does not matter' whether she spoke the truth or not. It hurts. 5 years of being together, and this is how it turned out to be. I believe that any guy who is involved in such a situation would definitely walked out of the marriage. But, I wanted to walk back in, all because I treasure this relationship and I treasure this family, with Clovis around. I want an intact family, and not the family where the parents are living their own world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I cried when I saw Clovis, and I cried in the bathroom. I do not know why, but I just broke down, just like that. I am very afraid that Clovis will one day blame me for his broken family, but I guess I have to take full responsibility. He seemed to know that I am very sad today. The moment he saw me weeeping, he did not laugh, he just stared at me. He was wondering where my smile has gone to. I tried to smile, but I could not. He did not know what is coming, and I do not wish to know too. I just want to move on, and do my best to salvage this family. It is too much for the family to break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, Clovis has his own room decorated, just for him. Elsewhere, will not be his home. Here, the whole house is our pride, our very own taste and our very own idea. I do not bear to let it go, because this house belongs to us. I am really afraid the day will come that this house has to go. I am afraid that Clovis has no room to call his own. I am afraid that he will be laughed at in school, and I am afraid he will feel embarrassed and ashamed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try my best to keep this family, but perhaps it is really too late. I am not sure, and I really hope Dec will not come, at least for this year. Avoidance? Perhaps, I can't face the pressure when it comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-755332207549864869?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/755332207549864869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/755332207549864869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/755332207549864869'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-6809464830920050330</id><published>2011-08-24T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:04:01.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 4 years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 4 years since I have updated my blog. Perhaps, I tried to forget what was written here so that I can move on with my life. But I am back, because the memories for 2006 was a wonderful one. Perhaps this blog will stop in December 2011. I hope not. Now I am rewriting my entry not because I want to inform, but I want to prevent myself from forgetting, and start to recall whenever I read the entries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd February 2011, the day (or night) that my son is born. Of course, the mother is my wife, Ann, Sze Ki, or Kittyki (however you call, she is my wife). It was a very joyous occasion, as this little Clovis is one of the three babies there were first to come to Singapore when the clock strikes 12 on the day of Chinese New Year. Things seemed to be so happy and smooth sailing. As what many Chinese thought, this will be a 'Huat' baby. What is more important, is that Clovis is born healthy and safe, while my wife has finally ended her agony bearing this little naughty one. Her PUPPP got worse each day while she was carrying him, and it was thought that her appetite would improve after first trimester. It didn't. And in fact, it got worse. My wife had difficult times when he was in her tummy. And when Clovis was finally born, and when she held him, tears rolled down her eyes. I believe that was the start of the motherly love and it was definitely a touching moment. In my mind, I was thinking, finally this boy can salvage our marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolling back to 1st Dec 2008, when I kneeled down in front of the public in Taiwan 101, with 99 roses and a proposal ring (that I custom-made and brought over), My ex-gf (current wife) was into tears and nodded her head when I asked the most important question of our lives. It was definitely a sweet moment, and of course I cried, too. Because our times being together were full of ups and downs. I was relieved when she said 'yes' as I was very afraid that she rejected me, not because I was scared of losing face, but because I was scared that she will not be willing to walk together with me for the rest of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, my fear will come true in Dec 2011. Perhaps all came to late, and perhaps, I did not treasure what was right in front of me, and perhaps I have taken things for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clovis is 6 mths and 21 days old now, going on to 7th month. A healthy and cheeky baby. Double eyelid, dimples and big eyes. He is so adorable that whenever there was a stranger that walked past or in the lift, he/she would take a second look at him, some irresistibly trying to get his attention. This little Devil has simply captured almost everyone's heart, especially my wife's and mine. It was unanimously agreed that Clovis is our number one reason why we are here, and perhaps that is the reason why my wife has stayed. Perhaps not for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Dec 2011, things may change, for the three of us. No longer will we be together and no longer Clovis will have the love given by both of us at the same time. While I am typing this, my tears suyddenlyappeared, and I can no longer see the screen clearly. I am typing with my heart. I do not want this to happen, and I do not wish this to happen. Clovis needs both of us to be around, and I am sure of that. If I am Clovis, I would be very selfish that I need the love from both of my parents, and no divided love. I believe a child can only grow up healthily with the presence of both parents, and of course with two sets of grandparents (as far as possible) as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is my fault. I take athe whole blame that Clovis ends up (or will end up this way). He shouldn't have been born, to this cruel world, where the adult's problems become his problems. I am sorry, very sorry, Clovis. Your dad is very unforgivable in this. I cannot provide a complete family for you. Moreover, I am sorry to mywife, where I am unable to give her happiness - the care, the concern and the listening ear that she has yearned for the past 5 years. 23rd August 2011, is our fifth year holding our hands. It was supposed to be a day which we should be looking for. I bought her the wedding band that she initially wanted (the previous one was too small for her), bought 60 pink roses (that represented 5 years of 12 months so far...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I can't carry on...I am confused. Will carry on later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 months and 8 days left.  &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/7937514-6809464830920050330?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/6809464830920050330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/6809464830920050330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/6809464830920050330'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-3643806730641498223</id><published>2007-08-18T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:16:02.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fajar Career Exhibition 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KihpS0iTbRg/RsXIPwZ_yhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_91fMwE9-fo/s1600-h/career+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099702326084487698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KihpS0iTbRg/RsXIPwZ_yhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_91fMwE9-fo/s320/career+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fajar Secondary School will be organising a Career Exhibition on 30th August 2007 (Thursday). This event is to provide the students in Fajar Secondary School a headstart of their area of interest in their future career. The event also aims to give our students a wider view of higher level learning and how the working society is. With this, we would like to open our doors to interested organisations which will lead our students into another dimension of the working society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Career Exhibition is a single day event, which has been set on the above-mentioned date from 2 pm - 4pm. This event will also coincide with the Parent-Teacher Conference .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Participating Organisations are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. NTU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ngee Ann Poly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Nanyang Poly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Republic Poly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Singapore Poly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Temasek Poly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. ITE College West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Nanyang Academy if Fine Arts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Raffles Design Institute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BONUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crew from 98.7FM will be coming down to Fajar Secondary School on the same day! They will make an appearance at 11.45 am in the school hall to promote DJs as a career! Interested students are free to attend! Rozz &amp;amp; Shan from 98.7Fm will be there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-3643806730641498223?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/3643806730641498223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=3643806730641498223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/3643806730641498223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/3643806730641498223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2007/08/fajar-career-exhibition-2007.html' title='Fajar Career Exhibition 2007'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KihpS0iTbRg/RsXIPwZ_yhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_91fMwE9-fo/s72-c/career+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-116218564975871817</id><published>2006-10-30T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:20:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polytechnic Guide</title><content type='html'>You may have come to a point of deciding where to go after Secondary School years. Here is a guide for you. It is comprehensive and well-rounded. Do take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the webby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyguide.net/"&gt;http://www.polyguide.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-116218564975871817?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/116218564975871817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=116218564975871817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/116218564975871817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/116218564975871817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/10/polytechnic-guide.html' title='Polytechnic Guide'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-116176288006448728</id><published>2006-10-25T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:56:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Autumn Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victory Sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being forced to hold the lantern... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She seemed to be enjoying herself! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, not the real Paris, but good enough! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Self Taken Pic! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaning Tower &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took a pic while waiting. Look at the queue behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been YEARS since I have celebrated Mid-Autumn Festival. And it has been YEARS since I stepped into Chinese garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 5th october 2006, I went to the Chinese garden with my loved one and take a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was there, even for the car queue. We waited for 30 minutes before we could get into the carpark and waited another 30 minutes before we could buy the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a worthwhile trip and I spent my time with someone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7937514-116176288006448728?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/116176288006448728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=116176288006448728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/116176288006448728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/116176288006448728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/10/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Mid-Autumn Festival'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-116176171668455487</id><published>2006-10-25T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:35:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rochester on 24th September 2006 to celebrate our anniversary. Had a great dinner, but it was very hot. There is no air-conditioning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-116176171668455487?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/116176171668455487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=116176171668455487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/116176171668455487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/116176171668455487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/10/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-116079016026983247</id><published>2006-10-14T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T09:42:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone was busy.</title><content type='html'>Including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4E/5NA students took prelims some time ago. And now the stress level is boiling. O levels starts next week, with Science Practicals launching the opeining. Stress is good. And you need stress to push yourself higher. I hope that all the students are working on it! Just cross this hurdle and you are moving on to another level. Do not stay in this level. It will not feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4NA / 4NT took their N levels a couple of weeks ago. They should be enjoying at this time. Well, they have some time to go before getting their results in December. Hope all of the 4NA students can make it back for Sec 5 NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest have just taken their exams and they should be heaving sighs of relief that their 'agony' was finally over! Now they are just enjoying themselves with games, relaxation and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix...the teachers...enjoyment? Erm....Not really. Teachers have been slogging like a bull since 03 Jan 2006 and they have not stopped until now. They can't. And if they do, they are shortchanging the students. Marking, planning, working on 2007. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we entertain ourselves, despite our busy schedule? Simple. Time managment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a NEED to relax ourselves, including the students. But where does the difference lie? Time. Many of the students tend to gear towards relaxation and games and they cannot stop. The temptations are too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rationalise and self discipline. You MUST realise that studying is the TOP priority. If you did not realise that, then, you cannot move on. You will stick to your games, to the TV programmes and ... to the bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must MAKE a timetable, either in your mind, or visually drawn. Manage your time and make sure that the studying time is as much as sleeping time - 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give an example. (With respect to students taking O levels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us say you wake up at 8am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend 30 minutes to prepare yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take another 30 minutes to have your breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you start to study. You can't possibily study for whole straight 8 hours! Take a break after every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from 9 - 10, 5 minutes break followed by 10 - 11am, then 11 - 12pm, 12 - 1pm. (NOW, please do make sure that within each hour, one past year paper, or one toipic is done, with FULL understanding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - 2pm is time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - 3pm is for entertainment: You can start playing with your computer, msning, chit chat or even check emails. BUT, you must STICK to your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - 4 pm: Back to study, until 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - 7pm: Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - 8pm: Bathing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - 9pm: Final revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm - 10pm: Relaxation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - 12MN: Preparation for things to study the next day and review of what you have done. Check on things that you ARE supposed to do and have NOT done. Plan on how to COMPENSATE what you have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12MN - 8am: Sleeping time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is just a suggested timing. No matter what timetable you have, you MUST follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that you can do GROUP studying, but it MUST be constructive and not "Gossiping" session. Refrain from going places in which that you need to take a public transport. It is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some don'ts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multitasking: Watch TV, On your computers, MSNING, talk on phone, SMSing while studying. (You can do that LATER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie on bed: It is VERY tempting to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study near the bed: It is VERY distracting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study in noisy environment: It is irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aimless: You need to PLAN what to study during the hour, rather than decide when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be easy going: You MUST keep to your time. You can't have the thinking that you will do for the extended time if you cannot finish the paper. You MUSt time yourself. This will come in handy when you are taking the National Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, come to the fundamentals. You need to be disciplined. The rest is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are tired, you can't go to bed. You CANNOT. As it will affect your timetable. You can't SMS if you are studying, it will break your momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do trust me, try it. BUT, I must warn you. It is torturous. But, think of it, everything comes sweet after a hard work. You will not experience it immediately, maybe in March 2007? Or when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we not disciplined? 'Coz we can't see the results immediately. One note - be patient. And you will see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Smart, not hard. Plan your schedule. You MUST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-116079016026983247?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/116079016026983247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=116079016026983247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/116079016026983247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/116079016026983247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/10/everyone-was-busy.html' title='Everyone was busy.'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-115945527820899621</id><published>2006-09-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:54:38.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fajar - A boring School? Check out the teachers</title><content type='html'>C'mon, it is ALMOST impossible to hear that Fajar is a BORING school. Never. The students are always "active". They are always "vibrant" and they are always responsive. Don't only look at the students, look at our very own teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hip group of teachers who really bring their level down to the students' level. They know what the students wanted and they know what they DO not want. Know - doesn't mean they will comply. Teachers in Fajar are simply happening. They teach in style, they walk with pride and they talk with confidence. Why? 'Coz they are teaching humans, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fajar students are generally humane. They do feel emotional, they do feel attached to people and they simply do have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you say teachers are BORING, teachers are IT aliens, teachers are *ahem* weirdos, check out another teacher's blog. yeah, another blog by our VERY own teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fajarians, presenting FHM. Ok...not THAT FHM. It is "Food, Health &amp; Me". Log on to Mr Sng's blog and see his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrleroysng.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mrleroysng.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-115945527820899621?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/115945527820899621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=115945527820899621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115945527820899621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115945527820899621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/09/fajar-boring-school-check-out-teachers.html' title='Fajar - A boring School? Check out the teachers'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-115859303658642994</id><published>2006-09-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:23:56.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Freshly taken Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/IMG_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/IMG_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok...I look fat...time to cut down.&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/7937514-115859303658642994?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/115859303658642994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=115859303658642994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115859303658642994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115859303658642994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-freshly-taken-pics.html' title='Some Freshly taken Pics'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-115848137135110606</id><published>2006-09-17T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T16:22:51.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 - Ending</title><content type='html'>Time does really fly. 2006 is ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered the first day I stepped into Fajar Secondary School. It was in 2004, when I was having practicum. I was assigned to class of 2E1, 3A1T, 1E2 and 1T1. I believed that they were the classes that made me believe that teaching was the right track for me. They gave me so much emotions that at times I was asking if I was at work. No, I am not working. One does not work as a teacher. I am actually doing things that I love, which is to see the students succeed and grow. In what way, it does not matter. What matters is that they DO grow. Not only physically, but also mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the greatest impact was from the class of 2E1. I still remembered the last day of lesson, where there were some emotional moments. Well, at that time, I thought that I would not have taught them again. Miraculously, I returned to Fajar, but I was kinda down when I couldn't taught 2E1 again. Anyway, it was nice though to have taught some of them when they were in Sec 3 and Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have taught a batch of students who have left last year and it was quite a reluctant feeling to let them go. Oh yeah, they have to go and I was happy to see them back in Fajar on 31st August 2006. :) It is really a heartwarming scene where they were frantically looking for their teachers who have taught them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention to the eight sistas. They have given me hope every now and then and they never fail to be with me when I needed them, like the Prom night. I must really thank them. For their birthdays, they never fail to invite me and I am very honoured to be there. For my birthday, they never fail to celebrate for me... ... yeah, they never fail to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, they bought me two shirts for Teachers' Day. I didn't wear them, as I do not want to dirty them. Instead, I kept them in a safe place, to remember that it is the eight sistas who gave them to me, and to remember them when they are no longer in Fajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are now taking their Os. I wish them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must also wish 4E2 and 4E5 all their best for their prelims and O levels. Yeah, just a few months more and you will be free. SO...it is better to suffer a bit now, and enjoy later, then to slack now, and regret during the collection of the results. If you think of relaxing at this moment, don't. Relax after 20th November 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really good to come back to school to revise as it is really a conducive environment, with teachers and school mates. So do make use of the chance and opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I never regret being the class counsellor of 3T1 (I chose to). Although there are down moments, these unhappiness did gave me memories to bring along. Whether I will be with 4T1 next year will depend on fate. If I have done not enough, I do apologise. For here, I wish you having a better class counsellor. I have done my best to keep you all in track. Some just refused to come to school. Well, I wish you will come back. Not for me, not for your parents, not for your friends, but for your own future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2E4 is a nice group of students and I love teaching them. I am sorry that I can bring you guys to be the best in Sec 2s, but I will try my best and hope that you guys will, too! We have the final exams to go! Let us make ourselves the best in the level! (In mathematics of course!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-115848137135110606?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/115848137135110606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=115848137135110606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115848137135110606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115848137135110606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/09/2006-ending.html' title='2006 - Ending'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-115717290300151664</id><published>2006-09-02T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:55:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beau</title><content type='html'>I have moved on. Let's forget about the past. A year from August 2005, I have found someone whom I hope that I can walk not only through the wedding aisle, but also walking hand in hand together with the rest of our lives. Ladies and gentlemen, presenting that someone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Image033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Image010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okok...I know...she is pretty and I am ugly. Ahem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-115717290300151664?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/115717290300151664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=115717290300151664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115717290300151664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115717290300151664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-beau.html' title='My Beau'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-115717082226687112</id><published>2006-09-02T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:20:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Royston Lee's Blog!</title><content type='html'>Ladieesssssssss and gentlemen, presenting Mr Lee's Blog! Please go and take a look...take a journey down into his Batcave. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrroystonlee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mrroystonlee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-115717082226687112?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/115717082226687112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=115717082226687112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115717082226687112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115717082226687112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-royston-lees-blog.html' title='Mr Royston Lee&apos;s Blog!'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-115717050786639584</id><published>2006-09-02T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:15:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car Accident on 8th August 2006</title><content type='html'>It took the workshop more than 2 weeks before the car is ready. Hmm. My car was crashed on 8th August 2006, the National Day's Eve along CTE. It was a chain accident and 4 cars were involved. Well, I was quite furious and agitated that I got into accident as this was only the third time I got into accident in my 10 years of driving. Ok, I started learning how to drive at the age of 17 (when I was in JC 1) and I got my licence at 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of frustrating. My first accident happened last year, at Jurongh Point with a Toyota Corolla Altis and I won the case, claiming more than $3,000. The second case was at Xmas eve at Yishun, where I had a slight knock with a motorcyclist at the slip road, and I paid him $100. Now, this one is the most srious accidents that I have encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was moderately crowded at CTE, despite of the timing (11.40 pm). I was travelling towards town, together with 40 over cars to celebrate National Day. There was an accident in front of us along CTE as well. I think, Singaporeans are concerned about this affair and they tend to slow down and peep on the incident. The whole traffic slowed down. Suddenly there was a loud screech and before I knew it, a taxi jammed the brakes right in front of me and thus I have to step real hard on the brakes as well. The next moment was horrendous. A Mitsubishi Lance came banging right to the back of my car. Luckily, no one was injured, but my car was the most serious out of the four cars. The pictures are as below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, the car is back, with a new look! And of course, at no costs! Here is my wife's new outlook!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF3096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF3095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am happy! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-115717050786639584?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/115717050786639584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=115717050786639584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115717050786639584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115717050786639584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/09/car-accident-on-8th-august-2006.html' title='The Car Accident on 8th August 2006'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-115112762187836663</id><published>2006-06-24T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T13:40:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Love? Yes...Love is really complicated. As the song goes..</title><content type='html'>Male：落力为你好 得不到分数你决定要跟他日后同步他不懂爱惜你 我乐意操劳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female：我决意爱他 祝我愉快吧你最明白我痛极亦留下伤得很重也不怕 我愿意等他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male：还看着你 (Female：他会感动吗) 看你在悬崖走路(Female：他亦跑掉吗) 他却放下你 只照顾自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female：我惯了爱他你怎样做 在悬崖还是我无退路&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male：对你好 无人稀罕我好 无人欣赏我好原来你习惯他一套 从来没有爱我 看得清楚我知道 不必得到 不妨陪衬 但愿为你好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female：他 从来都比你差 仍然死心爱他 垂头再度听他欺诈期求他说爱我 为何尚未等到 可能这秒时辰未到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male：是受罪也好 听听你哭诉 你说难过总比分手更好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female：我说几多的女主角 也受过煎熬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male：情况坏到 (Female：他也许做到) 你信任来年一日他答应做到(Female：他也许做到)通通都做到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together：我也似你的无从劝告 宁愿牺牲都不愿却步&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male：对你好 无人稀罕我好 无人欣赏我好原来你习惯他一套 从来没有爱我 看得清楚我知道 不必得到 不妨陪衬 但愿为你好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female：他 从来都比你差 仍然死心爱他垂头再度听他欺诈 而明知你爱我我竟扮未知道 好人 恕我未能做到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male：你当我是知己 我看得到 我当你是一生前途&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female：几次也是沉迷麻目 控制不到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together：怎么好都等不到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male：怎去做 无人珍惜我好 无人喜欢我好原来要学会他一套 从来没有 吻过 记得清楚我知道 不必得到 不妨陪衬 但愿为你好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female：好 从来都知你好 (Male：未够好)为何他不够好(Male：我不够好) 回来我又与他拥抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together：仍然相信我会 有好心得好报 可能 到某日会知道&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-115112762187836663?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/115112762187836663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=115112762187836663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115112762187836663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/115112762187836663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/06/complicated-love-yeslove-is-really.html' title='Complicated Love? Yes...Love is really complicated. As the song goes..'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-114852666600260707</id><published>2006-05-25T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:11:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team ShadowZ outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-114852666600260707?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/114852666600260707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=114852666600260707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114852666600260707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114852666600260707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/05/team-shadowz-outing.html' title='Team ShadowZ outing'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-114847802648168086</id><published>2006-05-24T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:40:26.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fajar Sports Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC03831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC03831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC03943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC03943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC03775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC03775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC03723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC03723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC03727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC03727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC03722.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC03722.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really a fun and tiring day. It was my first experience attending a Sports Day as a teacher. I remembered my days when I was a student, that I took part in the running and also in cheering competition. It was really fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I was in Manta House once more. Last year, I was with them in X-country. The cheering was not effective then. This year, we have many chances in cheering. I must be really grateful that my cheering team was really upspirited and they really put in their 100%. I must also be very very thankful that Manta House turnout was so great and they were being so partcipative. You guys rock! Oh yeah, and those students taking turns to be our Manta mascot. You are the one that brings life to the House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flag comes no easy. The cloth was bought by Mr Alan Chua, and was done up by Miss Cheryl Lim and Miss Shawna Teo. It was really a wonderful piece of art and we are the ONLY house that has a flag! Thanks to all who contributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing that our Sec 3s are the overall House champion in that level! You people are wonderful! Speical mention to Sec3 4 x 400 m girls. I was superbly impressed by your running (Please note that all came from my class!!). You girls led by at least 200 m! Sadly, you disqualified. But nevermind! We know that you girls are fast runners! Same for the sec 3 guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must specially mention my cheerleaders who have committed themselves into cheering training. Thank you so much for that. withoug you guys, the House will not rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must also thank Miss Phang for coming up with the idea of the red beans with the bottle. It was thankful that she went to buy the red beans. However, I was saddened by the students who took out the beans and threw around. It was within expectations, but I always believe that Fajarians, especially Mantarians will not behave that way. But they did. It was really disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not win for the cheering compeition or the mascot, but I was really happy with the performance that you have made. Thank you once more Manta House! Next year, let us all contribute to the X-country! We kill the rest of the Houses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-114847802648168086?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/114847802648168086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=114847802648168086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114847802648168086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114847802648168086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/05/fajar-sports-day.html' title='Fajar Sports Day'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-114766806901844067</id><published>2006-05-15T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:41:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebrations by 2E1 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2899.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2899.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-114766806901844067?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/114766806901844067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=114766806901844067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114766806901844067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114766806901844067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/05/birthday-celebrations-by-2e1-2004.html' title='Birthday Celebrations by 2E1 2004'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-114759386981751322</id><published>2006-05-14T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:12:51.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Devi, Qin Yi and Ferafiza from 4E2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the biscuits. They are nice! Hahaha. Eh..somehow my packet is bigger than Ms Kum's hahahahahah...we compared ok?? Then Miss Kum wanna argue that I am bigger size, thus I have a bigger packet. Lolx... Ok...I will take some photos of the biscuits and let the world see. Thank you so much girls! The first Birthday presents I received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-114759386981751322?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/114759386981751322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=114759386981751322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114759386981751322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114759386981751322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/05/thanks-to-devi-qin-yi-and-ferafiza.html' title='Thanks to Devi, Qin Yi and Ferafiza from 4E2'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-114759254038579612</id><published>2006-05-14T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:42:20.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear 3T1 surprises....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC00102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC00103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC00118.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC00118.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSC00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSC00114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2893.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2893.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2897.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2897.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My very own class in 2006 gave me a birthday surprise at our very own school canteen. It was really a very warm experience. The students really took great efforts to plan the party, even though they are in the midst of examinations. I was really very touched by their actions. Thank you 3T1, for giving me another memory to add on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think I must thank some of the students we organised the event. Kailing, Lydia and Bao Hui. I must also thank those students and teachers who contributed to the event and also we had painstakingly kept it underwrapped and made it a surprise. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Really thanks alot 3T1, I really wish I can be your class counsellor in 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My aim for this class is not really results, but it is just to teach them to become a better person. I have taught them in 2004 during my practicum and they are a speical lot. Thus I volunteered to teach them again in 2006. I hope that with my efforts, i can really guide them to the correct path. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2893.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2893.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-114759254038579612?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/114759254038579612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=114759254038579612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114759254038579612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114759254038579612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-dear-3t1-surprises.html' title='My Dear 3T1 surprises....'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-114759045202371273</id><published>2006-05-14T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:07:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team ShadowZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/untitled5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/untitled5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/untitled5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/untitled5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2791.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2791.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2779.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2779.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-114759045202371273?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/114759045202371273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=114759045202371273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114759045202371273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114759045202371273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/05/team-shadowz.html' title='Team ShadowZ'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-114758846625495334</id><published>2006-05-14T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:34:26.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF2064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF2064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-114758846625495334?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/114758846625495334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=114758846625495334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114758846625495334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114758846625495334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-wife.html' title='My Wife!'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-114758775956656093</id><published>2006-05-14T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:22:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some guests for Aurore 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/Picture%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Picture%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever-charming Miss Sheila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/Melvin%20with%20balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Melvin%20with%20balloon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melvin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/MdmAdawiyah&amp;ShiHua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/MdmAdawiyah%26ShiHua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mdm Adawiyah with Shihua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/Liwen%20n%20Tiffany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Liwen%20n%20Tiffany.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yiwen &amp; Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/Jolyn,%20Miss%20Ang%20n%20Ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Jolyn%2C%20Miss%20Ang%20n%20Ch.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jolyn, Miss Ang &amp;amp; Chew Hua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without them, the show could not even start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-114758775956656093?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/114758775956656093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=114758775956656093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114758775956656093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114758775956656093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-guests-for-aurore-2005.html' title='Some guests for Aurore 2005'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-114758626233161729</id><published>2006-05-14T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:11:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...It is kinda late...but..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/Ticketing&amp;Pageants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Ticketing%26Pageants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pageants with the Sponsors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/Male%20Contestants%20with%20Cheryl%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Male%20Contestants%20with%20Cheryl%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Male Finalist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/DSCF4631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/DSCF4631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Wonderful Committee Memebers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/F12345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/F12345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Female Finalist for Miss Fajar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/1600/Dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3386/514/320/Dancers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dancers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img96.imageshack.us/my.php?image=f123450mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. I know it is VERY late... heh..but I will post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, the photos for the Aurore 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it may be the last Prom Night for the school. Graduating batches, I am sorry that I could not fight for Prom Night anymore. It is beyond my abilities. I must really say sorry for the Prom Night Committee, which I promised so much for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7937514-114758626233161729?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/114758626233161729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=114758626233161729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114758626233161729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/114758626233161729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmmit-is-kinda-latebut.html' title='Hmm...It is kinda late...but..'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-113622090194332259</id><published>2006-01-03T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T13:58:27.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 - Another start</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have blogged. Yeah, lazy me. And my students have complained about the lack of updates..Hm..are my stories that interesting? I dunch knoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the past few months have been kinda roller coaster. Not only the actions, but the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us start from the Prom Night. Yeah, 24th November 2005. Guess I will remember that night. It was really a relieve that everything was over. My mission was completed as to what I have promised the Sec 4s and 5s since 2004 when I stepped in as a practicum teacher. I promised them that if I ever come back to Fajar, I will hold a prom night. Aurore, and that was the best I could do. I was also very glad that many have come forward to indicate that they have enjoyed every moment of the event. Don't just thank me, thank the whole committee! Miss Yong, Miss Kum, Miss Cheryl, Mrs Lim, Miss Shawna, Mr Leroy Sng, Mr Solehan. Zixin, Wan Xin, Janelle, Rachel, Wan Yin, Leon, Jasmine, Elysia, Shi Jia, Kar Hwee, Alisa, Colvin, Dong Jin, Yong Hua, Shi Hua and Su hui! Thanks to all of ya for your utmost support and help that no others can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope you guys have enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be Prom Night 2006? No one knows. Just keep our fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was the holidays after that. Somehow, I became aimless. 9th December 2005 was the start of the torturous life. Someone left. It was a very emotional moment. Shan't talk any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the super MEGA camp cum ST John Camp. Wow...5 days staying in Fajar. No joke. Haha...It was tring, but it was real fun, especially the Amazing Race in town. Although there were some injustice done to our group, we managed to outdo all those and our heads remained high. Kudos to Group 2 Walt Disney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...getting kinda tired...will update asap on my Xmas, New Year and my new school allocations. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..I miss4E3, 4E4 and 4T1, and 4T2 =&lt;br /&gt;okok...I miss some others too..Roy, John, Kawai, and many many more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-113622090194332259?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/113622090194332259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=113622090194332259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/113622090194332259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/113622090194332259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-another-start.html' title='2006 - Another start'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-112701267285400866</id><published>2005-09-18T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T11:04:32.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Gone.</title><content type='html'>Gone. Yeps. She has a new life, with another man. That is fast. After a month of silence, and she has a new man in her life. Well, maybe that is life. Some of the things can't be helped. Things may not go your way. Come on, Decruz, life still goes on. You have your career, you have your beautiful car, you have your close family, you have your friends. Move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did. When I was going to pick myself up, I met another setback. I received a complaint. From a member of the public, well, let's call her "Madam KP". I was marking my class laboratory assignment at West Coast MacDonald's on Last Tuesday night, 6th September 2005. It was around 1030 pm. Oh yeah, I have to work in the night, too. No choice for being a teacher. By the way, it was a school one-week break. I went with a friend and we were looking for a comfortable corner to be in our own world. But the place was packed with students and families. Luckily, we have a table near the counters. I looked around and saw a family of three, a Mum, a Dad and a daughter having a meal on a sofa seat. I was eyeing for that seat as I thought they would be leaving soon. My friend and I decided to buy something for ourselve while doing work. Thus, we went together to McCafe to buy our stuff, taking our valuables and of course, leaving our notes and assignments to "book" our seats. To my dismay, the family had gone before we came back and another guy took over the sofa. We left at arnd 1230 am as I have a Math Remedial class with 2e5 the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I met the Administrative Manager and he asked to to a corner. He said, "Hey Mr. Yong, were you at West Coast Mac yesterday? " I nodded. "A member of the public complained that you have left your scripts unattended and went off just like that.She said what if some people want to steal your scripts?" Oh wow, complaints. That is a fear of a teacher. Teachers do not like complaints. I wasn't scared. I was totally furious. I was looking at my table all along and making sure that our table has not been touched while buying the food. I know who she was. She was the "Mum" of the family. I wanted to talk to her. But she refused to leave her name and contact when AM requested for it. Coward. I was furious because she didn't even manage to see that a teacher was working in the night during the school holidays at a place. I could jolly-well stay at home and rest. I didn't. I was furious by her small complaints. I was totally furious when I have no channel to rebuke because I am a civil servant. Oh yeah, a servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the matter rest after telling some of my colleagues. A week came. And an email came. The same woman. She complained to MOE, saying that a teacher for ***** Secondary School had left scripts unattended at West Coast Mac. She said that if MOE did not do anything about it, she will write to the Forum. I was utterly furious. I raised up my hand during the staff meeting and admitted that I was the one. I cried unfairness. The teachers are very surprised and disgusted about the woman who complained. Some colleagues saw my devastation and came to me, supporting me and said that school would back me. The VP said, "Please carry on marking at West Coast Mac!" and smiled. Once again, she didn't dare to leave her name. I wasn't worried. I did no wrong. Let her write in the Forum, and PLEASE indicate my name, my school and the time I was marking the "scripts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam KP, if you ever see this blog, please take note of certain issues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Please take note of the time the teacher is marking the papers, (10.30 pm) while YOU are enjoying your life with the kid and family when the poor teachers are furiously marking papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Please include that 6th September 2005 is a SCHOOL HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Please note that the SCRIPTS you mentioned are not examination papers as examination papers DO NOT have school names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Please also indicate that you have intruded into privacy of the others by peeping at other people's belonging, which may be punishable by LAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Please indicate that you do not have the courage to reveal your identity and in which WE have no channel to feedback to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Please tell the World that you are overly concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Please also note that I know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Thanks to this Madam KP. I will be careful. I have done no wrong. Teachers are doing things which no one could have done. We are upright, open and we are humble. We accept feedbacks, we work on our flaws and we do reflect on our doings. I believe that Singapore teachers are all committed people. We uphold our diginity in bringing education to our children. If you do not trust the teachers, maybe you shoudl trust MOE by bringing them in, right? *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to note, we, the teachers will never fall because of small downturn. This makes us stronger, and we march with even greater pride. Students, do support us. We need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-112701267285400866?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/112701267285400866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=112701267285400866' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112701267285400866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112701267285400866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/09/shes-gone.html' title='She&apos;s Gone.'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-112566666412035365</id><published>2005-09-02T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:11:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day</title><content type='html'>Wow..that is fast. I have spent the second Teachers' Day in Fajar. Time flies. Thanks to all who have given me the pressies. I really love each and everyone of them. The 4 NTs are preparing for their exam, while the 4Es are preparing for their prelims. Well, soon..they will leave the school..Gonna miss them... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-112566666412035365?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/112566666412035365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=112566666412035365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112566666412035365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112566666412035365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-112415819193916092</id><published>2005-08-16T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T10:09:51.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Shall Not Fall</title><content type='html'>It was 7.10 pm. The date read 12th Aug 2005. The school attendant came to the computer lab. "Mr Yong, we are closing already, are you going home?", said the attendant. The students all turned and looked at her. "Can give us some time?", I pleaded. "Half an hour ah." That was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I had the keys to the school gate, and all the attendants left. FUSE 1 and FUSE 2, together with Miss Shawna and John, were furiously trying to complete their presentation for the next day. Pressure and stress escalated as the time passed. There were a bit of grumbling and frustration among the members in the team. Once or twice, you can hear arguments. Time was not on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have not had their presentation practice yet. It was not good. Deep in my heart, I knew their presentation would not be good. Unlike the FUSE team, which won at NP, they did not have enough practice. FUSE team had more than 10 trainings, one mass presentation in the hall and timing trainings as well. They were very well-prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, most of our stuff have been completed. But it was not enough. However, the time was 11.00pm. We have to leave. We would have to come back to school at 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending some of the students home in my car, I went home to continue with the project - editing the two video advertisements for FUSE 1 and 2. After finishing the videos, the clock read 3 am, 3 hours from waking up time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I dreaded so much on waking up only with 3 hours of sleep, I was left with no choice. It was a rush when I reached the school, with last-minute preparation and by 7.40am, the two teams were on a bus to Singapore Poly. On the bus, the teams were still practising their speech. I was talking to the bus driver that we might go back to school earlier than expected as we might not be in the semi-finals. The bus driver exclaimed, "Oh that is even better! I can arrange my picking up timing!" "Duh..." was what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reached the competition ground, the students were tensed up. Upon seeing so many teams gearing up, FUSE 1 and 2 were in flutters. They started to practice at different corners and I could see their confidence is not there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war started and our teams stormed into the comeptition grounds. John took the FUSE 2 to the death valley, while I followed FUSE 1. Hiccups were felt in teh two teams, with the teams unable to get the ball rolling to start the laptops. Finally, the presentation started. It went totally wrong. The speakers were simply not confident and their were no emphasis in the words they wanted to get across to the judges. Some, just stammered and unable to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;No smiles from them. No engagement, no eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUSE 1 wept when they left the competition ground and they knew their chances were slim. FUSE 2 was better. At least they were able to joke about the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat at all during the break, as I couldn't. Moodless. Finally, the results came and Fajar Secondary School did not appear in any of the screens. The teams were quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the bus driver and we were on our way to school - early, as what the bus driver has wished for. Disappointment can be felt, but they were boosted once again when I said we would try for one more time at other competitions. They were suddenly charged up and ready to go. Now, FUSE teams will never fall. We will fuse together as a team to spark the difference in all competitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-112415819193916092?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/112415819193916092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=112415819193916092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112415819193916092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112415819193916092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-shall-not-fall.html' title='We Shall Not Fall'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-112356701671604669</id><published>2005-08-09T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:56:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Singapore</title><content type='html'>40 years, isn't easy to come by.  Singapore managed to survive. Such a small country, and yet it flourishes nevertheless. Yesterday's celebration was quite unique for Fajar. Short, sweet and simple, yet significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was disappointing was that, many students did not manage to come to school for celebration. It is a kind of selfishness in everyone. The "I-don't-care-about-your-feelings-as-long-as-I-am-happy" attitude. What is the point, when the students and teachers worked so hard together to get an event going, and in hope to get applauses and support from the crowd, but more than 30% of the students did not attend. "Oh, I have supported for 3 years liaoz, dun need lah!" may be one answer, or rather excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, and it really does. Somehow, time has past so slowly this year. So slow, that it is torturous. I was at the beach party yesterday night, however, I wasn't even feeling happy. I can't bring myself to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, have to rush for the entrepreneurship competition in Singapore Polytechnic. Hopefully, the two teams will get something out of it as they ave work very hard for it. This Saturday is the preliminary round. I really hope that the two teams can get into the Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days of holidays. Think I will do up my car and that is the only part in my current life that I am enthusiastic about, other than teaching. The car is my wife now, at least she will not leave me, not for the time being...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-112356701671604669?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/112356701671604669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=112356701671604669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112356701671604669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112356701671604669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday, Singapore'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-112321403323426130</id><published>2005-08-05T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:53:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday - Is it the party time?</title><content type='html'>A sigh of relieve, Friday comes. Thank God It is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday comes, with loneliness, sadness - and uncertainty. Pessimistic isn't it? Maybe, but what has done to Decruz to make him that way? He was just left muffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are never a relieve anymore, just plain loneliness succumbing in. Nothing to look forward to, except towards Monday. Weird isn't it? I felt that, too. But just can't help feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I felt that way was two years ago. I remembered I gave up one relationship as I couldn't take her temper. Maybe that was a wrong decision. Maybe that was right, 'coz if I have never left that relationship, I never find out that I could have better life. But that "better" life was short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really terrible to smile when I didn't feel like it. But I have to be impartial. When it comes to work, I have to put my emotions aside, if not I would be unfair to my students. Day in, day out, I felt so aimless. All my dreams were shattered, and destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life becomes an uphill task with one has lost an aim. Just like studying. If one doesn't aim to score, he/she will not. Think I have lost that. Well, maybe I can conentrate on my students and school now. They are my spiritual support now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless me. I need my happiness back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-112321403323426130?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/112321403323426130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=112321403323426130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112321403323426130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112321403323426130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/08/friday-is-it-party-time.html' title='Friday - Is it the party time?'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-112315604289574942</id><published>2005-08-04T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T19:47:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Aurore</title><content type='html'>It was a crazy week, at least for me, and also for the Sec4 and 5 students. It was the first time I saw Fajarians running around in school to PAY for something. Hmm...the crowd was not expected. NOT that kind of crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales of Aurore tickets started on Tuesday and the response was kinda good, with 10 tables booked. Wednesday was simply crazy, students were swarming down in groups to the General Office with money and rushed to the canteen, just to get the tables they wanted. Questions after questions, queries after queries...wow...making the Aurore Committee sweat. Oh yeah, the booth was nicely done up with red tablecloth and glitters, and also the hanging "Ticket Booth" tags. All thanks to my beautiful Aurore girls. I am so proud of them in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the sales, the students were simply running to get the tables, and of course, some unhappiness when the tables were taken up. In no time, it was left with only 8 tables, out of the 35.  Today was better, although there were still crowds. By 1130am, the tables for the event were totally sold out. Not a table left. This left me pondering if I should add some more tables to let other students have a chance to attend. I think I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hesitant to have a big event, due to the response from the students for the Dinner last year in school. Now, I think I am wrong. The students want to attend the Prom Nite and they wanted something memorable and fun before they leave. I will give them that. Be assured that Aurore will be the best event that will happen in their 4 or 5 years in Fajar. Don't worry Sec 4s and 5s, you will cry. Thanks for all the support and I will make sure that Aurore will be worthed the money paid. Ok, it will be MORE than the worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days, Kar Hwee asked me, "Mr Yong, why is your msn topic so sad? What happened?" I kept quiet as I do not know how to answer.  I think the girls know what happened when I kept quiet again today. Sigh, I guess that the girls are more sensitive than some of my colleagues, although I never said much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I was too harsh with Kar Hwee. I gave her a very fierce stare. I do not know why, maybe I was too protective over the ex-2E1 girls. I do not want any of them to be hurt, especially by other people. Well, it is none of my business anyway, why should I care right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on...and mock exams are coming soon. Tomorrow! All the best guys...and also to my 2e5. Don't complain 2E5, I will be back soon ok? Promise me to pass Maths. You guys can do it. For yourself, and for me, too. I miss 2E5 so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-112315604289574942?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/112315604289574942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=112315604289574942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112315604289574942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112315604289574942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/08/crazy-aurore.html' title='Crazy Aurore'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-112278459382106554</id><published>2005-07-31T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:36:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...humans are being less emotional?</title><content type='html'>Smile Decruz. That is what has been tried for the past week. It doesn't help. Coz he can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong? One may ask. I wish I can answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love then? Love brings one to extreme emotional states. One moment you may be laughing , and the other, you feel as if you wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why are there some who are out there to hurt others? How can a person who says "I love you" one day, and tells you "I am confused" on another. Why can a person who comes to kiss you on the lips, and gives you a big hug today...and totally becoming a stranger tomorrow? Why can a person who gives you morning calls and totally stop smsing you the next moment? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a confusing. No one knows what oneself is doing. Define love, and there are millions of definitions. Sometimes, you know that love doesn't work out, but you just wanna carry on. You cheated yourself, you cheated your partner, and you cheated fate. What was received was hatred, hurt and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how hurt can it be? It is worse than death. For death, you can't feel a thing. For hurt, it is a torturous process as it can linger on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being "nice" a flaw in relationship? Does the sentence " Oh, you are a very nice guy. But you are so nice that I cannot handle?" contradict itself? So, in other words, being a bastard seems better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt alot. Being nice does not pay at all. People will take things for granted. You can't be nice all the times. For some moments, you need to be a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be happy. Make me happier someone. I am very hurt.  i can't contradict myself by smiling when I am at work all the times. I am really very sad. Help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-112278459382106554?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/112278459382106554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=112278459382106554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112278459382106554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/112278459382106554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-ifhumans-are-being-less-emotional.html' title='What if...humans are being less emotional?'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-111694562191446487</id><published>2005-05-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:40:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiring Day</title><content type='html'>It was thought to be a relaxed day as it was a Post Exam Activity Day. But it turned out to be hectic. I never had lunch and my lunch was just some leftover kueh and spring rolls and also some curry puffs...Haix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a day to settle the Overseas Trip. Many students still owe me things eh...Haix..then I have lessons and well..I have to take photos for the NIE conference for classes 3E2 and 3E1. I guessed that the students were quite bored with not having lessons. Think this will cheer them up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just ran around like mad in school, getting ready for the fiev students who went for job attachment interview at Four Seasons Hotel, which turned out to be Regent, the four seasons...duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed from the hotel and here I was back to school to attend the Prom Nie meeting.  The meeting was fruitful as there were many things done. Posters are up! Go and see!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyed in marks after that...Thanks to Mr Sng and Miss Yong for keying in the marks for me! Owe them a great favour manz....See? Fajar teachers are very nice...no airs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix..was very tired...gotta sleep soon man...Not going sch for this week as I have a course...hmm kinda sad about it...but it is a relieve to go to a new environment - in NUS...hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-111694562191446487?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/111694562191446487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=111694562191446487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111694562191446487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111694562191446487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/05/tiring-day.html' title='A Tiring Day'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-111683123638756081</id><published>2005-05-23T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:10:46.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 2 months</title><content type='html'>Hmm..looking at my last blog..wow 2 months ago..It was long indeed..There were some students who complained about me not updating my blogs. Well, I was busy with many things eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the setting of papers that was really a headache. Marking of papers was easier than setting papers. Then there was this overseas trip to KL. Whew, it was hell lot of administration to be done. Then comes the prom nites my total concentration. I would love the prom niteto be a success so that next year there will be prom nite, toO! This year, the prom nite will be at Grand Copthorne Waterfront Hotel on 24th November 2005. Sadly, this event will not be opened to ex-Fajarians. =\ Nevermind, I will fight for it next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, students do complain that my Mathematics paper was difficult..but miraculously, there were some students who can score more than 80! This shows that the paper was not difficult at all eh...just that they did not really prepare themselves well. They need more practice, much more than doing the homework and assignments. They have to complete the whole of Exercises in the book and not to play around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 4s are realising the importance of studying. Many admitted that the Papers were tough because they were not prepared, not because they were really tough. Now, by admitting that isn't anything, what is more important than realising is TO WORK ON IT. YOU CANNOT AFFORD TO BE LAZY NOW!!! You are just 4 months to prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is great to see some students in 4Ts are making efforts to work on Science, comparing with last year. Work on it eh and let us work hard to get pass this stupid N levels! Not only you should work hard, I should work hard too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda happy with sec 3E2' s results, although it will be ideal for all to pass, but nevermind, we will work hard again to strive for distinctions next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the holidays are coming, but it is not a time for you to rest, especially the Sec4s, but to really reflect on your results. You have to brush up the weaker subjects and not to give up on ANY of them. It is really THE last chance to reflect, 'coz once the holidays end, there will be no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for myself, I couldnt't be free too..haix..the holidays have been packed for me ever since March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 - 27 may 2005: Career Counselling Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 may 2005: SJAB course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 - 31 may: NIE Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st June: Physics make up lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st June: Bringing students for work attachment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th - 9th june: KL Overseas trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd - 24th june: Teachers' renewal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th - 26 june: SJAB Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th june: School starts...arrruuuggghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my rest?????? Nvm, for students..:) I dun mind at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...Thanks to Weini from BPGH for reading my blog..:) I was at the place invigilating for O levels last year..Nice place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-111683123638756081?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/111683123638756081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=111683123638756081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111683123638756081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111683123638756081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/05/after-2-months.html' title='After 2 months'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-111120813961872739</id><published>2005-03-19T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T12:55:39.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is here - School is starting again</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well...time has passed so very quickly...so fast that I didn't feel the holidays at all. The leadership camp has come to an end. Kudos to the organising committee made up of students and the 'Pupil Development Department'. Now, the discipline teachers are not that scary at all eh? In fact, they are a fun lot, just that they have a duty to fulfill - to punish the offenders and to praise the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Royston Lee did a great job in running the camp and I guessed that many have enoyed, although some were real tired. Some of the greatest moments were when we were celebrating Mr Ng's birthday, and some boys initiated to tell their part of story and appreciation to Mr. Ng. Some boys just couldn't take the emotions and broke down into tears...as it is their last year here. Many may curse and swear at Fajar Secondary School...but deep in our hearts, we know that once we are leaving the school, we really feel that we can stay...for friends, for teachers, for CCA and for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were all filled up with energy when we sang the theme songs...and others. That really end the camp well and good. :) Hope to have more of these camps again, to bond us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..school's starting again. Sec 4s, time to continue your journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you all did my homework eh...4T1 and 4T2, past year paper, 2E5 Review questions (19 of them), 3E2 and 3E5, Chapter 1 and 7 of TYS, 4E3 and 4E4, Chapter 1 and 2 of TYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all in school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-111120813961872739?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/111120813961872739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=111120813961872739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111120813961872739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111120813961872739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/03/weekend-is-here-school-is-starting.html' title='Weekend is here - School is starting again'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-111098613375365658</id><published>2005-03-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:15:33.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fruitful Day</title><content type='html'>It was a tiring morning and I didn't wish to wake up at 6.30am. Wow!!! That is early for a school holiday week! But what to do? I volunteered to help out. I have to pull myself out of bed and got myself dressed for the occasion. Not forgetting that I slept at 2plus in the morning and I had only less than 4 hours of sleep! There was a friend's birthday celebration the previous night and we had fun until after midnight. Earlier the day before I had to wake up in the morning to attend a competition at AES. It was kinda torturous as I tried to catch more sleep. Nevermind. Seeing the Fajarians having fun at AES was enought to make my day. They didn't win, but they got 4th out of 9 schools. Not bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am typing the blog in school at this time. Yeah, I am staying overnight in the school due to the leadership camp. The camp was meaningful and well...I got myself into deep trouble but tasting the orange juices made by the students. They were all "hand made" Ahem....I was wondering if I would get a stomache upset later in the night. But the juices were all right... hahahaha...(some).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night time was fun, with the speech made by Ms Tan and song sang by Mrs Wong. I really feel that whole of Fajar should learn that beautiful song. The night was fulfilling...well..we'll see what is going to happen in the late night...where all the things have come down to silence...or is it not slient at all..? hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-111098613375365658?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/111098613375365658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=111098613375365658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111098613375365658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111098613375365658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/03/fruitful-day.html' title='A Fruitful Day'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-111064415368958611</id><published>2005-03-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:15:53.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Day - 12th March 2005</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 weeks, I heard Huiying shouting the timing. I heard Falini shouting the command. I heard the girls, including Xin Ru, Jasmine and sometimes Gaeyethri and Jiahui marching up and down the parade square and concourse. I heard them, saw them and I was proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teachers were wondering who they were and some looked out, disgusted. I beamed and I told them "My St John Girls. Cool eh? Look how committed they were. They will win." Yes, they have won my heart. :) For the past week, they have been torturing the Mannequin with their CPR and life-saving training, together with Pei Yuan and Cedric. They have been screaming and banging together with Lay Peng and Isabel. At times, seniors do come down and support them. Together, they strived for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went by, you can see how much they improved, how much you are so convinced that they are the winning team. No, I do not mean that they are excellent, but their attitude, commitment, enthusiasm, and the figthing spirit has already won. It really make me tempted to join them on the Compeition Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did, together with several supporters - on 12th March 2005. The girls were boosted with confidence, although they were in jitters when they were in MRT, some teared. But nevermind, while they were in St John HQ parade square under the glaring sun, they shone out with Fajar SJAB pride. Their drills were almost to perfection and in my mind I was like "Wow, this is the winning team. They are so flawless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting was torturous. It is not the time that was killing. It was the desire for the revealing of the results. I couldn't wait anymore beyond 5.30pm. And I left. it was a grave mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, SMS came and the news broke. It was very shocking and I thought they were playing pranks on me. But the prank was a reality. I felt for the girls immediately and I blamed myself for not being there with them. I was really sorry. I should have been there...It was really unfair, unjust and unlucky. The reasult did not reflect on their real efforts with their real tough training. The result must have torn their hearts. If not, tears would not have rolled. I blamed myself, coz I was not with them when they need consoling most. They did not blame me... instead an SMS came, "Mr Yong...we disappoint you, we are last." My heart sank...not because of our situation, but because I couldn't cry with them and be by their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls, my dear St John NC4 2005, do not despair. We owe ourselves a present and we will get it next year. Now, we have tasted failure, in which it is not even a bad thing, coz...our success next year will be much sweeter. Stick with me girls. We will work together again for glory. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-111064415368958611?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/111064415368958611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=111064415368958611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111064415368958611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111064415368958611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/03/black-day-12th-march-2005.html' title='The Black Day - 12th March 2005'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-111064302902903573</id><published>2005-03-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:57:09.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February &amp; March</title><content type='html'>Some things seem to be in downsloping. Bad things seem to be happening not alone, but in groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom Nite committee has been formed and we are really on the right track! Keep on going Aurore Committee!!! Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-country, Manta has lost...but nevermind, we have the fighting spirit. Fight for it Manta! Let the fire burn and never let it die. Go Manta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-111064302902903573?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/111064302902903573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=111064302902903573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111064302902903573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111064302902903573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/03/february-march.html' title='February &amp; March'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-111064284747529200</id><published>2005-03-12T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:54:07.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us start again.</title><content type='html'>It has been a reaaaaaaaalll long time since I blogged. At times, I really wanted to pen down my feelings, thoughts and emotions. But, tiredness and laziness just swept me off from writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that September blog, life has been up and down. In Novemeber, I was stuck in reservist for 3 weeks and I couldn't enjoy my holidays!!!! *&amp;%!%*#%!#(*!%&amp;amp;*#%!#)%#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things turned for the better in December, enjoying the hols and the Xmas and New Year celebrations! Well...school was going to start then, with the knowledge of being the ACC of 4E4 and some other Physics classes like 3E2, 3E5, 4E3 and 4E4. Science classes like 4T1 and 4T2 were also under my care. My ex form class 2E5 was also under my wing for the Mathematics subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to have progressed very very quickly. In January, I was in total fluster and was busy with the Social Enterprise competition. The effort that the team had put in for the competition was in real heat during the last two weeks. Well, the outcome was worthwhile, winning two awards. Thanks to the FUSE Team! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things became more fun when I was invited (honoured) to sing with the Sec 4 guys during CNY. Well, these guys are a fun lot. Haix, I don't know how Fajar will be without them next year...Well...at least I have that "Chi Xin Jue Dui" for memories! Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda surprised when I was being informed to be in charge of St John for 2005. Well, It doesn't matter as I have already put my heart into it. Personally, I felt that the squad wasn't very strong...and well..I really hope that St John can really bond together and beocme strong once more. I can't afford to let go even one person...not even one. Please, stick by us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-111064284747529200?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/111064284747529200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=111064284747529200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111064284747529200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/111064284747529200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2005/03/let-us-start-again.html' title='Let us start again.'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109633470819292516</id><published>2004-09-28T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:25:08.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is Running Out. Be afraid</title><content type='html'>Finally had my break last weekend and I enjoyed my free time at SSB suntanning and playing on the beach. It was a fun day and a day to celebrate as I havent had a chance to go out for the last two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..time is flowing so fast that it is only 3 days to exams. That is frightening. When I was a student, I would be kinda stressed as I found that I didn't have time to finish everything! 3 days....you can do wonders. flipping thru the books, looking at corrections, doing assessments, rushing to find teachers and friends for help. Calling people everywhere just to get one solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe some people out there aren't tensed out at all. To them, exams is nothing and they are not just interested as they feel that studying is just rubbish and they have opportunities earning money other than studying. Well, that is just an assumption. They are wrong. They are pathing their own death path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, studying may not be the only route to success, but Singapore society isn't so. They look at your qualifications first before they decide whether you can move on for the next interview. Kids, wake up! Get a good certification for backup. It is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still dreaming in classes, it is time to wake up. By the way, you are late. The rest have already done whatever they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid, be VERY afraid. It is only 3 days to exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting more relaxed now as this week is revision week except for one class. Well, my busy period is over, and now...the students' turn. This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, exams will be over soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109633470819292516?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109633470819292516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109633470819292516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109633470819292516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109633470819292516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/09/time-is-running-out-be-afraid.html' title='Time is Running Out. Be afraid'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109582031643549426</id><published>2004-09-22T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T10:31:56.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here once again</title><content type='html'>It has been a super duper long time since I have been writing here...and the students are questioning why...hmm...I wonder if this is my blog or theirs...lolx...or they just wanna see my progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awrite here I am..*sigh*..I got real real busy since the school started - setting exam papers, preparing notes, remedials, checing files...it seems too short for a term!! only 3 weeks!!! And some of the students are still enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff room was crazy and every teacher was busy preparing for the students for exams. Smiling faces were wiped out and well...left with exhaustion, low morale..and anger. Teachers are trying real hard to build up the exam mood, but the students are repulsive to the actions...they felt that it was still early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been going anywhere for the last 2 weekends...just be busy preparing for exams...well...the students are studying, too...so the teachers should stay at home...hahah...it will be unfair to the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...8 more days to exams!!! Work hard teachers and students! Once over and we can enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one sentence in which it is very comical coming out from someone's mouth, but it is very logical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have tried my best and I have no regrets" - William Hung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try your best, and don't regret...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109582031643549426?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109582031643549426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109582031643549426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109582031643549426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109582031643549426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/09/here-once-again.html' title='Here once again'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109401326853037075</id><published>2004-09-01T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:34:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day</title><content type='html'>Well...kinda late to write my blog. Dunno why I could not write it yesterday. Was a happy day yesterday as I was able to engage with my students. Although we have lost 2 matches of tug-of-war out of 3, I was glad that I have the chance to mix with the students and stay strong together. Nevermind! We were unprepared and we will turn out strong in the next House competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students really put up a wonderful performance and I did enjoy it. I supposed that the students did, too. :) Well..received many presents and and they were shown in the pics. This is not to showoff, but a way to thank all the students who have given me the presents and I really must show an appreciation to that. Must really thank those who have given the presents to me and all the presents are either on my table or by my bed. lolx. Thanks! Oh ya...the only present not in pic was a cake given my Wan Xin and Zi Xin. Thanks alot! Really touched to have students like you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that the teachers are happy to have so much acknowledgements, but the ultimate wish of a teacher is to see each and every student under their care has turned out to be a good person, not only in studies, but also in attitude, and in morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 days to end of year exams..Time to study! This is the last chance to score for this year. For those who have not realised that time is running out, it is time you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Teachers' Day and here I am in school..haix...doing some work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wish all the teachers a Happy Teachers' Day! And the students a happy holiday! Really wonderful to teach in Fajar, with such wonderful students - although naughty, rebellious, defiant, talkative, cheeky, lazy and moody at times...well, if they are not that...how can they be called "students" right? hehe..I was once a student, too, so I know. And NOW, I know the hardship of being a teacher. But, if I can turn my students to a wonderful group of people, I love my career even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that I could turn every student that I teach around. Work Smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks once again for the pressies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109401326853037075?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109401326853037075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109401326853037075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109401326853037075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109401326853037075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109394466900335885</id><published>2004-08-31T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:31:09.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0431.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0431.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109394466900335885?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109394466900335885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109394466900335885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394466900335885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394466900335885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109394462741001020</id><published>2004-08-31T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:30:27.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0429.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0429.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cards....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109394462741001020?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109394462741001020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109394462741001020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394462741001020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394462741001020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/cards.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109394459112846798</id><published>2004-08-31T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:29:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0427.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0427.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top View...Thank you Fajarians&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109394459112846798?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109394459112846798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109394459112846798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394459112846798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394459112846798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/top-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109394454263595359</id><published>2004-08-31T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:29:02.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0426.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0426.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view...hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109394454263595359?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109394454263595359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109394454263595359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394454263595359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394454263595359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109394449107760152</id><published>2004-08-31T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:28:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0425.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0425.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents from Fajar Students...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109394449107760152?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109394449107760152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109394449107760152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394449107760152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109394449107760152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/presents-from-fajar-students.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109378186570595205</id><published>2004-08-29T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T20:17:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff Retreat - The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Staff retreat was real fun and it really brought the teachers together. A two day stay at Amara Hotel really freshen up the teachers and we are ready to go for another round of war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was relieved when I saw so many messages of well wishing in the tagboard. Thanks to all, I am fine and I will definitely work hard to make sure that all students will benefit fronm my teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day of school. Well, Only 2 days of school for the coming week. Monday, there will be a House meeting, Tuesday, Aces Day and Teachers' Day celebration, Wednesday is a holiday, Thursday is school as usual and Friday will be the PTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..this is my first Teachers' Day celebration. Happy Teachers' day to all Teachers in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now rushing for the lessons for tomorrow...haha...rush rush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109378186570595205?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109378186570595205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109378186570595205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109378186570595205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109378186570595205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/staff-retreat-aftermath.html' title='Staff Retreat - The Aftermath'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109353752921489470</id><published>2004-08-27T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:26:56.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>Saw the messages on tagboard. Shocked, sad and my mood was totally rock bottom. Sad that I am the cause of it. Sad that my own students did that. Sad that my own students snaring at each other. Sad that my own students using indecent words. Sad that the students under my care, did that. Sad that they do not even bother whose blog this is. Sad that they do not have any respect to the person who writes this blog. Sad that my very own students have lost respect to a teacher. Sad that I wasn't respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day is around the corner. Maybe this is the gift for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teachers' Day, Mr. Yong....yah..Happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed being a teacher, as this is what my own students are doing. Congrats Mr. Yong, you are the worst teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109353752921489470?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109353752921489470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109353752921489470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109353752921489470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109353752921489470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/sad-heartbroken.html' title='Sad, Heartbroken'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109326358243859574</id><published>2004-08-23T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:19:42.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday - A new Week</title><content type='html'>Slept kinda late yesterday nite and was reluctant to wake up this morning. My eyes were protesting after some insufficient sleep and I have to wear my specs to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day for me...with only a break at 1035am. Went to Plaza with some teachers for lunch and was back at 3pm. It was kinda boring and monotonous planning and printing of papers and I left the school at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, marking papers..hmm..Bz..bz...well..school holidays are here soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can sleep early tonite to compensate what I have lacked yesterday nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw an interesting quote: Every child has a gift; each just opend them at different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just be less disappointed with my students and try again to make themselves proud at the final examinations. I will never let lose and will be very determined to ensure that every student under my care to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109326358243859574?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109326358243859574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109326358243859574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109326358243859574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109326358243859574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/monday-new-week.html' title='Monday - A new Week'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109317248760901923</id><published>2004-08-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:02:20.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a long, disappointing day.</title><content type='html'>It was a long day for me, woke up at 5.30am just to get prepared for the Northwest CDC Big Walk. It was quite an enjoyable event and the weather was wonderful, too. It was a short walk though, and I managed to get home by 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go to ssb but guessed that I was bogged down by alot of work, bascially marking the common test papers. Talking about that, I was very disappointed as I marked through each paper. I really had very high confidence that at least 80 % of the Physics classes that I taught would have passed, however that was not the case. I really do not know why. While marking, I was thinking through and reflecting - Have I not taught enough? Were the students not given enough time to absorb? Was I not a good teacher? I really couldn't find the answer. I tried to predict what will be the questions in test papers...and I was right enough...and I thought that I could have helped the students in that way. But, what was shocking was that, they did not manage to answer what were predicted earlier. I really had high hopes as I always believed that they would be able to survive, but most did not...and I couldn't find the answer why. The number of casualties was massive...more than half...hopefully I could find the answer from the students...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the finals in table-tennis...was sad that Jiawei didn't manage to get the bronze medal. But you really can see her effort to bring glory, either personal or for the country. But she just couldn't get it. Kudos to Jia Wei as I was really impressed by her coolness and effort. She is really the class and kind of sportsmen that Singapore MUST have, not in skills and stuff, but in attitude and the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I can learn from and adopt it in teaching - never give up. Wish the students can have that kind of attitude, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109317248760901923?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109317248760901923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109317248760901923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109317248760901923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109317248760901923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-was-long-disappointing-day.html' title='It was a long, disappointing day.'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109314225356916685</id><published>2004-08-22T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:37:33.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0296.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0296.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the morning sun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109314225356916685?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109314225356916685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109314225356916685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314225356916685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314225356916685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/beauty-of-morning-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109314180168659037</id><published>2004-08-22T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:30:01.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0330.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0330.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys from 1E5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109314180168659037?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109314180168659037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109314180168659037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314180168659037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314180168659037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/boys-from-1e5.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109314178027234013</id><published>2004-08-22T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:29:40.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0327.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0327.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Jie with a Victory sign&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109314178027234013?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109314178027234013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109314178027234013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314178027234013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314178027234013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/ying-jie-with-victory-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109314173101131532</id><published>2004-08-22T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:28:51.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0324.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0324.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Yangssss &amp; Sutsiam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109314173101131532?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109314173101131532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109314173101131532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314173101131532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314173101131532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/wei-yangssss-sutsiam.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109314167080343362</id><published>2004-08-22T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:27:50.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0318.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0318.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walk...3km!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109314167080343362?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109314167080343362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109314167080343362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314167080343362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314167080343362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109314160058225589</id><published>2004-08-22T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:26:40.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0310.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0310.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazimah &amp; Shahrin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109314160058225589?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109314160058225589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109314160058225589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314160058225589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314160058225589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/hazimah-shahrin.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109314154382670642</id><published>2004-08-22T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:25:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0302.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0302.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls from 1E2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109314154382670642?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109314154382670642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109314154382670642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314154382670642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314154382670642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/girls-from-1e2.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109314137779843637</id><published>2004-08-22T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:22:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0290.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0290.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fajar Flag flying high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109314137779843637?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109314137779843637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109314137779843637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314137779843637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314137779843637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/fajar-flag-flying-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109314131417540227</id><published>2004-08-22T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:21:54.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/1024/DSCF0278.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/272/1485/320/DSCF0278.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for the CDC Big Walk at 6.30pm... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109314131417540227?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109314131417540227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109314131417540227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314131417540227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109314131417540227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/getting-ready-for-cdc-big-walk-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109278904863578281</id><published>2004-08-18T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T08:30:48.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>It has been quite sometime in which that I have last visited here. Kinda busy with school and of coz, preparation with the students' Common Tests and marking of homework. There seems to be a short break coming up after the Common Tests. But there is another big headache. Alot of administrations have to be done, especially the students' files and activity book!! Hope that they will really co-operate with me by organising and updating their files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I am getting better in health, but cough is getting worse...hmmm guess it will be over soon. Hope that the students are doing well in their common tests as I can only help them so far. Sometimes I wish I can guide them more...but then, time is the factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for invigilation at 8.50am, and well..it is Wednesday now...so fast...next week will be going thru the papers and then...Teachers' Day...PTC...and *poof* - one week school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that I can't even rest during the holidays....hafta prepare for the lessons and my two weeks of Saturdays are burnt by going to Singapore Poly for talks and going for some Innovation Nomination Award. Ah, nevermind, I dun mind all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope for a better day....really love to be in school...ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109278904863578281?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109278904863578281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109278904863578281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109278904863578281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109278904863578281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109246275992816160</id><published>2004-08-14T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:54:19.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>Awrite...got better after taking medicine. Measure at a temperature of 38 degrees...hmm...the consultation was expensive! 40 bucks! Haix....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention...Got a phone call from Kar Hwee...together with some girls in 2E1. Really sweet of them to call me when they knew that I got sick. Thanks alot...Never knew that I have 20 msn messages until I woke up this morning...'coz I went to bed after seeing the doc and woke up at 7 plus this morning, leaving my comp on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a Physics seminar today and it was kinda boring, but gotten some info on SPA and teaching methodology. The timing overshot by almost 40 minutes and here I am at home. Well..guess I have to prepare for lessons. I have not been doing much work since the last few days...time to start my engine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109246275992816160?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109246275992816160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109246275992816160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109246275992816160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109246275992816160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109239323641233302</id><published>2004-08-13T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T18:35:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fever is getting worse</title><content type='html'>Haix...just got home from the investiture. Really sickening. Most of the people are moodless or having bad mood as it was a hard day for us teachers. Those that I talked to are either hating to turn up or they are just going through the motion. It was, of course, not as jovial as when I graduated in NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 3.5 hours in Indoor Stadium and it was an experience that I will never ever want to face again. 800+ people...wow...I guess the last guy must be very happy...'coz the whole crowd cheered as he was receiving his folder (not because it was him, it was because he was the last person...hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting there, my fever started to turn bad...and I could feel my whole body heat up. I left the place almost immediately. Of coz...I took some snacks ah...hahaah...saw Mrs Wong there, but she seemed to be in a hurry and no chance to talk to her. No mood to take photo and only took with my parents and we left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will take a rest...next week is the crucial week..I cannot fall sick... I can't afford to. Hope that my students do realise the effort that I have put in and they will repay me by having good results. Well..when they get good results..I dun benefit...they do... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..hafta go for a physics seminar tomorrow...haix...but ok lahz..kinda interested...awrite...shall rest for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109239323641233302?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109239323641233302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109239323641233302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109239323641233302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109239323641233302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/fever-is-getting-worse.html' title='The fever is getting worse'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937514.post-109232566838688132</id><published>2004-08-12T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:47:48.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>Ha...guessed that I have been influenced by my students to write a blog...maybe it is a good way of relieving my stress...hmm *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having sorethroat yesterday and today, the illness aggrevated...I have lost my voice...and when I got home, I have headache, slight fever and cough. It was simply atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first worry was..will I be able to get well? I can't afford to take MC as my students need me. They have a common test next week and I need to get them going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I hope that I will be fine tomorrow..received a few well-wishers from friends and students and that was heartening. Mum prepared some ginseng drinks...woohoo...cool manz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...marking papers now...owe the students lotsa papers and they needed them...shall aim to finish marking! Ganbatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937514-109232566838688132?l=decruzyong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/feeds/109232566838688132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7937514&amp;postID=109232566838688132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109232566838688132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7937514/posts/default/109232566838688132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decruzyong.blogspot.com/2004/08/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Decruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10919162027884968473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
