a symphony to melodious reawakenings.
i have a dream.
| Published Monday, July 17, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
Was pondering the contents to teach for Civics this week, and
had stumbled upon the chapters ' Tokoh yang Saya Sanjung' and
'Cita-citaku'.
It strucked me, this was my open door.
Martin Luther King Jr. shall be the story on my lip for the coming
week. King had a dream, a dream that had birth a hope that
till today has yet to cease.
So, in hopes of challenging the students, and to make them understand
their purpose in this broken world, i pray that the words from my lips
be not mine, but the thoughts of a greater Him.
help me Lord to reach out, and reach in deep.
had stumbled upon the chapters ' Tokoh yang Saya Sanjung' and
'Cita-citaku'.
It strucked me, this was my open door.
Martin Luther King Jr. shall be the story on my lip for the coming
week. King had a dream, a dream that had birth a hope that
till today has yet to cease.
So, in hopes of challenging the students, and to make them understand
their purpose in this broken world, i pray that the words from my lips
be not mine, but the thoughts of a greater Him.
help me Lord to reach out, and reach in deep.
teaching, loving it.
| Published Tuesday, July 11, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
It's week 2 into teaching, and am getting more accustom with
the workplace. Non-the-less, the frequent question raised
has yet to differ.
Teacher, teacher, how old are you?
Teacher, teacher, got girlfriend or not?
Teacher, teacher, where you stay?
Teacher, teacher, how old are you?
Teacher, teacher, why you come here and teach?
Teacher, teacher, how old are you?
Teacher, teacher, how old are you?
I think u get the point by now. These questions are in need of
an answer, yes, following the last post. But, as equivalent to questions
alike 'why can't pigs fly?' or 'why cows don't have wings?', the obvious
answer given is simply be a dumb one.
No no , my age remains a mystery, and the education system
is far from requiring teachers to reveal their relationship
position.. Haha ! Those lil' monkeys!
Thank God for the mp3s and a bed-like comfortable desk
that takes me to my so needed utopia,
away from the dumb questions, and
the pressure of comprehending any unwanted jackass
stunts and noice, during those sleeping sessions...oo, i meant during my
"preparing for teaching sessions!" Yes, yes, don't be fool, although he looks
like he is sleeping on his desk, he is actually mentally preparing himself
for class! don't be fool, don't be fool ! haha.
haha...i love teaching!
the workplace. Non-the-less, the frequent question raised
has yet to differ.
Teacher, teacher, how old are you?
Teacher, teacher, got girlfriend or not?
Teacher, teacher, where you stay?
Teacher, teacher, how old are you?
Teacher, teacher, why you come here and teach?
Teacher, teacher, how old are you?
Teacher, teacher, how old are you?
I think u get the point by now. These questions are in need of
an answer, yes, following the last post. But, as equivalent to questions
alike 'why can't pigs fly?' or 'why cows don't have wings?', the obvious
answer given is simply be a dumb one.
No no , my age remains a mystery, and the education system
is far from requiring teachers to reveal their relationship
position.. Haha ! Those lil' monkeys!
Thank God for the mp3s and a bed-like comfortable desk
that takes me to my so needed utopia,
away from the dumb questions, and
the pressure of comprehending any unwanted jackass
stunts and noice, during those sleeping sessions...oo, i meant during my
"preparing for teaching sessions!" Yes, yes, don't be fool, although he looks
like he is sleeping on his desk, he is actually mentally preparing himself
for class! don't be fool, don't be fool ! haha.
haha...i love teaching!
the usual stereotypes
| Published Friday, July 07, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
Demokrasi. Or better known as Democracy.
Iya berasal daripada perkataan Yunani(Greek). It's derived from 2 words,
namely, Demos and Kratos.
Istilah Demokrasi bermaksud demos(rakyat) dan kratos(kekuasaan).
Having repeated myself the whole week, I only could had gotten better
with such enthusiastic repetitions. The ability to free these young minds
from the usual stereotypes that are fed daily to them, is just a blessing.
We talk, and answer even the stupidest questions. For, at the end of all, is
there ever a stupid question? Or maybe, a stupid question just require
an answer too, be it a nonsensical or the most cultured answer, all questions
required an answer.
Let this be your first understanding to Civics. As Kelsen had cultivated a theory
to free one's mind, may I make understand Civics an avenue to free one's mind
from the usual stereotypes, and to answer questions so long needed for a solution..
wakemeupcivics.
Iya berasal daripada perkataan Yunani(Greek). It's derived from 2 words,
namely, Demos and Kratos.
Istilah Demokrasi bermaksud demos(rakyat) dan kratos(kekuasaan).
Having repeated myself the whole week, I only could had gotten better
with such enthusiastic repetitions. The ability to free these young minds
from the usual stereotypes that are fed daily to them, is just a blessing.
We talk, and answer even the stupidest questions. For, at the end of all, is
there ever a stupid question? Or maybe, a stupid question just require
an answer too, be it a nonsensical or the most cultured answer, all questions
required an answer.
Let this be your first understanding to Civics. As Kelsen had cultivated a theory
to free one's mind, may I make understand Civics an avenue to free one's mind
from the usual stereotypes, and to answer questions so long needed for a solution..
wakemeupcivics.
5 years unchanged.
| Published Tuesday, July 04, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
After years of not standing under the sun, awaiting the usual monotonous
speech from the present-teacher-in-charge, I was given the opportunity to
participate in such rituals again This, very much dreaded ritual was often
refered to by many as 'P-E-R-H-I-M-P-U-N-A-N'.
As students started lining up, the usual Negaraku was played afterwards,
followed by the State Song, and later an unusual School Melody, that seems
to have fusion both the english language and the malay launguage to form
a very distinguished tune. It was a long-standing-procession that had not
seem to cease over years. It was the exact same itineraries, as it was 5 years
ago, despite very different enviroment and school.
Classes were okay. Some good, some not, but the potentials was limitless.
Just the ability to connect with some of them, made it all worth while.
There's so much to say, yet, so limited ways to articulate them.
Plus, I'm already feeling that I'm gonna lose my voice.
So, have a fun one !
spoken words to a prayer for you today. get well soon.
speech from the present-teacher-in-charge, I was given the opportunity to
participate in such rituals again This, very much dreaded ritual was often
refered to by many as 'P-E-R-H-I-M-P-U-N-A-N'.
As students started lining up, the usual Negaraku was played afterwards,
followed by the State Song, and later an unusual School Melody, that seems
to have fusion both the english language and the malay launguage to form
a very distinguished tune. It was a long-standing-procession that had not
seem to cease over years. It was the exact same itineraries, as it was 5 years
ago, despite very different enviroment and school.
Classes were okay. Some good, some not, but the potentials was limitless.
Just the ability to connect with some of them, made it all worth while.
There's so much to say, yet, so limited ways to articulate them.
Plus, I'm already feeling that I'm gonna lose my voice.
So, have a fun one !
spoken words to a prayer for you today. get well soon.
a level from the inside out.
| Published Monday, July 03, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
Today will be a new beginning. A chapter that would most likely
determine the outcome of whom i'll be.
Ever dreamt of doing so much, but could not due to limitations?
Now I can.
I will go in today, not less of a teacher,but more of an ambassador
that will carry
His banner high, and to uphold Justice and Praise.
Which would be my embrace,
from the inside out.
So, as i begin my new chapter, may I ask that the next few
spoken words, be a prayer for me. Thank you.
This song will be on my lips, as i move to the next level :
Thousand times I’ve failed
Still Your mercy remains
And should I stumble again
I’m caught in Your grace
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
Your will above all else
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing You praise
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out
Lord let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love You from the inside out
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart
Is to bring You praise
From the inside out
Lord, my soul cries out
From the inside out
Lord, my soul cries out, Lord.
wakemeupgrace to the melodious reawakenings of yourself, Jesus.
determine the outcome of whom i'll be.
Ever dreamt of doing so much, but could not due to limitations?
Now I can.
I will go in today, not less of a teacher,but more of an ambassador
that will carry
His banner high, and to uphold Justice and Praise.
Which would be my embrace,
from the inside out.
So, as i begin my new chapter, may I ask that the next few
spoken words, be a prayer for me. Thank you.
This song will be on my lips, as i move to the next level :
Thousand times I’ve failed
Still Your mercy remains
And should I stumble again
I’m caught in Your grace
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
Your will above all else
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing You praise
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out
Lord let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love You from the inside out
Everlasting
Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending
Your glory goes beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart
Is to bring You praise
From the inside out
Lord, my soul cries out
From the inside out
Lord, my soul cries out, Lord.
wakemeupgrace to the melodious reawakenings of yourself, Jesus.
a cross between worries and humour
| Published Saturday, July 01, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
It has already been 3 weeks into the holidays, and yes,
time flies so quickly. That dreaded 9th of June has passed
and now, we await in anticipation and worries, on our
hopeful graduation.
With the upcoming Teenacity Party coming along, the
planning for the big day is underway. But, the response to
the party are yet quiet. But, there is nothing to worry,
as God has always seem to find a way to breakthrough for us.
It sometimes feels like God is attempting to humour us in his
own ways. Not to funny a joke at the beginning, but we still
end up chuckling, knowing that He really works in mysterious
ways. Guess, its hard to be God, and be serious at all times.
Lets liberate our minds for a moment..and ponder what will happen
if I was God. Hmmnn... This world should be afraid...be very afraid
if i was God. Haha. My humour level?..Let's just say, this world will be
my stage for a 'JACKASS' tv production. Not too fun for ya'll, but a heck
of fun for me. Haha. That's probably the very reason why God is up there
and I am here making pre-suppositions of such sorts. (forgive those legal
terminology that doesn't seem to eradicate after long futile attempts
to Ctr-Alt-Del these legal workings of the mind)
Anyway, i've crapped too much for a day. No, you are not God,
so stop wondering what if you were!
and Go Brazil !!
time flies so quickly. That dreaded 9th of June has passed
and now, we await in anticipation and worries, on our
hopeful graduation.
With the upcoming Teenacity Party coming along, the
planning for the big day is underway. But, the response to
the party are yet quiet. But, there is nothing to worry,
as God has always seem to find a way to breakthrough for us.
It sometimes feels like God is attempting to humour us in his
own ways. Not to funny a joke at the beginning, but we still
end up chuckling, knowing that He really works in mysterious
ways. Guess, its hard to be God, and be serious at all times.
Lets liberate our minds for a moment..and ponder what will happen
if I was God. Hmmnn... This world should be afraid...be very afraid
if i was God. Haha. My humour level?..Let's just say, this world will be
my stage for a 'JACKASS' tv production. Not too fun for ya'll, but a heck
of fun for me. Haha. That's probably the very reason why God is up there
and I am here making pre-suppositions of such sorts. (forgive those legal
terminology that doesn't seem to eradicate after long futile attempts
to Ctr-Alt-Del these legal workings of the mind)
Anyway, i've crapped too much for a day. No, you are not God,
so stop wondering what if you were!
and Go Brazil !!
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