Wishing my frens as well as myself.....enjoy this "Cupid Day".
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Family Tree
As I was searching for materials for my English assignment, i found this very interesting piece. I think it's nice to share with you.
This poem illustrates family in a very witty way.........
The family tree poem
This poem illustrates family in a very witty way.........
The family tree poem

Many, many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother, for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse, although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter who, of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son, who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife, she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it simply drives me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw -
As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother, for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse, although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter who, of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son, who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife, she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it simply drives me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw -
As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Long day At Work...

I had a long day at work..today which finishes at 5pm. Therefore..my brain is blocked..and I'm unable to write.
Several of my friends suggested that I write about a typical day at school. Typical? Any teacher reading this is probably chuckling right now. Is there ever such a day? On a calm day, classes occur without incident; those days are few and far between. Therefore, I decided to approach this one from the perspective of “a day in the life” description.
6.30.am ....Struggled to get up this morning. My bed is so comfy and warm. I was quite comfortable in that cocoon position ! Got up....eventually. Showered, brushed teeth and decided what to wear for school...........beige blouse matched with checked brown skirt).
Ate a piece of kaya toast whilst checking my son's school bag. Starts to upload our bags into the car. Went upstairs to wake him up . Grab his neatly ironed uniform and drag that poor sleepy boy into the car. Dropped him at Ee's place and rushed to school.Arrived at 7.25am. Did some photocopying and prepared for my class of year 1 pupils. The day went by the usual way.....!
After school, time for our 2nd staff meeting which began at 2pm. None of us except my Guru Besar were happy about having to attend the meeting. You see..all of us were already "half dead" after teaching those lil monsters the whole morning.
Dragging ourselves into the meeting room with heavy footsteps.
We discussed on the various in-coming programmes planned by my school...ie PTA meeting, Annual Sports Day as well as the mid term exams. It was such a long meeting...as my GuruBesar loves to blah blah....squeezing into our already hectic day. The meeting adjourned at almost 4.30 pm. .....!

Phew.....what a day.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Kopi & Bread
Back To Work

Been doing some house visiting for the past 4 days~ a must-do activity during CNY.
Fun, boring and tired with lots of snacking activities in between. CNY is the time where makan is what we do most besides gambling and watching TV.
Today’s the first day of work after the long Chinese New Year break. Ah.. .... after 4 days of eat, sleep &..... ....now I'm back to work........sigh..! Felt quite reluctant to wake this morning when my alarm clock shrieking...!
Monday morning..as usual, we had our weekly assembly. When the students were singing the National, State and school anthem...I almost dozed off while on standing position. Last night, I couldn't sleep due to all the excitement and fun I had the previous days. After the blah`blah speeches of the headmistress and teacher-on-duty, the students walked into their respective classes. As I didn't have lesson in the first half of the morning, I headed to my work station @ library. There were hefty piles of new books greeting me at the door way. Oh Lord Buddha, please give me the strength to face this mountain of work. And not forgeting the number of books I have to mark later today.
Suddenly out of now-where, my office boy popped in and gave me a memo..."Relief Class".
I got pretty annoyed as I read the slip. "Cikgu Ann, sila ganti Cikgu X.......pada pukul.. ..kelas .......!" This teacher isn't celebrating CNY and she's taking leave today...and me on the other hand turn up for work when this is only the 5th day of my festival. I posed a disgruntled look at the officeboy. I told myself, "Hey..why am I here today..when I have the rights to another day off ?"
Guess..I'll need a couple of days to get back to my working momentum. Sekrang takda mood...
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