The nature has never failed to amaze me. This beautiful picture was taken during one of our evening walk. The trees and neatly terraced slope are being splashed with the golden rays of evening sun which was on its journey to the west.
I need to bookmark this site. It's in my planning for the BIG thing. This blog is the best avenue for me to save notes and important matters. It serves as my planner and my reminder, too.
Thanks Catlin Tucker.
I used to have blogger in mind. However, the provider, Frogasia doesn't seem to compromise on this matter. Students with the ID are allowed to view bloggers but they aren't given permission to leave comments, whatsmore to manage a blog.
Google website is my second option. I really hope that Frogasia won't stop my kids from accessing the site. What's in store for the kids is still in the planning stage. I'll update you in the near future.
It's almost a year since I registered myself as a student, again. Back then, I was a person of great vitality, vigour, high-spiritedness, exuberance and passion. Completing my study in three years time was ultimate goal. Visits to my SV was frequent and constant. I was always seen reading from the conventional books, journals and also ebooks and ejournals. Writing and editing were my routines.
I was a self-funding postgraduate student. All university tuition fees were forked out from my own pocket. Thus, every nickel and dime counts. Then, miracle happened. Yes, miracles do happen. Half a year ago, I was offered a scholarship. The long much awaited help had finally arrived at my doorstep. My financial problem vanished in thin air. I'm thankful for the help.
I'm given five years to complete my study. And, a year has almost passed. Thus far, I've not progressed much. At the same time, my passion for studying has begun to dwindle. Right now, I'm crawling, and I'm dawdling, too. I need to put myself back on track. A booster is highly sought.
There are many things I am thankful for I can find them near and far There are many things I am thankful for Let me tell you what they are I’m thankful for the earth I’m thankful for the sea I’m thankful for my friends And I’m thankful to be me.
There are many things I am thankful for And I know I’m not alone Can you find some things you are thankful for Can you do it on your own I’m thankful for………. I’m thankful for………. I’m thankful for………. And I’m thankful to be me.
Being a leader, no matter how small is the organization or panel that you lead, is a not a piece of cake. I've been handling my panel tasks single-handedly, most of the time. Fortunately, I was paired with a great buddy, who could share my burden.
Last year, there were only the two of us, planning and executing all the panel tasks and requirements. We managed well. In fact, we were very happy and comfortable to work together. I planned and she supported me. She provided me with the much needed help. Her presence complemented the usual one-man show panel.
I hope that she will be with me throughout my stints at this school.
To speak the language, one's needs to do it with the speakers of the language.
I've never attended any Mandarin classes. I've never received any form of formal or informal education in the language. I've never been guided by any Mandarin speakers, formally. Nonetheless. I survive in the Chinese restaurant. I always manage to order my family's favourite dishes for dinner. We always get to enjoy the popular food.
How did I manage while my Chinese educated children fumbled and stumbled upon being asked to talk to the waitress?
I pick up the language from my young charges. I practise it with the native speakers. I don't go for textbook language but the 'people's version. It works most of the time, and it works fairly well, indeed.
The forlorn-looking picture below depicts the result of studying when you passed 40.
It's no longer the same.
Your eyesight begins to fail you. You're farsighted. You need a pair of good reading glasses. You have to enlarge the computer screen when you work on the 17-inch flat screen.
You have no problems whatsoever with your memory when you did your first degree. You could remember every fact and figure vividly. Every information was at your fingertips. Your presentation was flawless during your masters degree. Words come to you like the Nile which flows tirelessly.
This final degree isn't the same. You're struggling to recall the info. You've to reread almost every article. You fumble for words when you give talk. How you miss the old you!
It's hard to let go old habits. Whatsmore if the habit has been fossilized over the years. Nonetheless, my dear hubby is beginning to go digital. He's seen reading the digital version of his favourite tabloid. It's a good start as he could focus for almost an hour. He didn't complain and it was s grudge-free reading!
Day 13/365 Good afternoon great people. How's your day? I hope yours was great. Ours was awesome. I called my mom just now and she talked about this little girl, my ebullience niece, Lissa. Customarily, posts from blogspot would be shared on social media but I beg to differ. The following was my status posted on FB a couple of minutes ago... She's barely four...she's going to school...she takes school with vigour and verve... Lissa, you struck me and many of us with your charm and vitality...♡♡♡
It's tiring! Everything seemed to turn against me today.
It's the first day of 2015 school term. I reached school at 7.00 a.m. and it was pitch dark. I was the third one to sign in. Having said that, I felt bad. I had left my girl behind. She was five minutes late!
My eyes sore. There's a tinge of redness in my right eye. My ankle troubled me again. My voice just refused to cooperate. I had to yell in order to be heard. Children were noisy. They screamed at the top of their voice. They're not ready for school yet.
All in all, the first day work drained me physically and mentally! Hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.
My past craziness has come back to haunt me. Don't get jolted! There's nothing serious. It's all about blogger. I used to love editing and sprucing up my blog, but lately worldly duties have prevented me from doing it.
Out of the blue, I was called to delve into it again last night. Once I set my foot in, I won't retreat until I've got what I've been looking for.
First, I tried to meddle with the HTML function. It looked so much different compared to a few years back. Editing and changing are no longer a piece of cake. However, after a careful consideration and observation, I managed! Thanks to the step-by-step tutorial by Helplogger, specifically this post.
From the conventional blogger-look, I transformed Sophyta's Casita into the magazine style layout.
Instead of displaying the whole blog post, now, only thumbnails of the post with one image is shown on the page. I hope with the new magazine-like outlook, Sophyta's Casita will load at a faster speed and draw more visitors.
Nonetheless, I won't call it a stop, as yet. The look of 'Read More...' is in need of making up!
This school year is being inundated with planning, just like many parts of the country, which was inundated with flood. Every panel in school was ordered to produce a strategic planning to spur our school academic achievement.
Most of the dedicated panel head shoulder this responsibility all by themselves. Nevertheless, there're a few whohave' subconned' the task to his/her panel members. They might work smart for shifting the weight to others, but there's no guarantee in the quality of the final product.
For the three of us, language teachers, everything is on us. I've been toiling since late last night and the whole day of today; and I've just wrapped it up a few minutes ago. Tomorrow is another printing and binding day, where I planned to have it done at school.
Even though I ended up with a stiff neck, looking at it again, brought a smile to my face.
The dry-tap continues. However, I don't feel bad about the predicament that we're facing. I don't feel restless. I don't feel uneasy. I don't feel to move out. I don't even think of moving back to our old house. I love this place! Love makes us strong and unbreakable.
Fetching water is my hubby's routine. Though he doesn't feel good, he never complains. He makes sure we have enough water to bathe and clean up. It's love!
Since I can neither cook nor wash, I focus on my plans. More plans have to be churned out today. By right, the new school term begins today, but due to the flood disaster in the country, the 2015 school term is postponed for a week. My heart goes to the flood victims and I always remember them in my prayers. To those who are not affected, it's a blessing in disguise. More plannings could be accomplished and more labelling could be done too.
I decided to have all my projects and school works filed up and documented. You'll never know when you're going to need them. Come December 11, I'll be celebrating my 20th year in the teaching profession. It's timely to get organised and buck up. You might have a good laugh but I'm a staunch believer in 'it's better late than never'!
After a day filled with clearing and decluttering, we were greeted by the dry tap. There's no running water from 3.0 p.m. onwards. We were caught unprepared. Very meagre water was stored for the household - one and a half buckets!
This morning, there's still no sign of the Elixir of Life! Living on the high rise is a no child play when it comes to dry taps. Climbing up the 36-odd steps, my husband has to fetch buckets after buckets of water. It's love!
Today I dealt with plans and plannings - yearly scheme of works for all the subjects. As usual, I was given four classes of English, two classes of Arts and a class of PE.
The downside of me is, I don't consent to using the recycled plans. Mine are all 'alive and kicking' plans. The dates are real and the plannings are of course real!
Half of them is done. The rest is to be continued tomorrow.
Yesterday was the new year; a new beginning for many and it's also a great celebration for most of us. How was yours?
Mine was awesome. We spent half of the day shop till we drop and the other half with our loved ones.
I pampered myself with two pairs of wedges and a handbag. Though I've got one a few days earlier, this bag is meant for work. I need something sturdier and durable in order to withstand the rough nature of my work.
We had 'steamboat' back home, a treat from my dad. Thanks Dad and Mom for the food full of love and compassion. Tucking in together was an amazing experience.
As for today, January 2, the second day of 2015, I decided to lay my hands on the piles of shoes at the doorway. Those shoes have been lying-in-state, covered with inches of dust and grimes ever since we moved in. That was three years ago.
Some shoes were untouched for years. They were either not fit or were no longer needed. They ought to be purged. I decided to send them away. My hubby left them at the 'collection centre' and to our amazement, they were snapped within minutes.
After decluttering, the space is no longer an eyesore and finding shoes is also no longer a chore. I should have done this years ago!