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Date of Release of 2009 GCE O level results
Wednesday, January 6, 2010 3:23 PM

This is it! The date for the release of 2009 GCE O level results has been confirmed to be on Monday, 11 January 2010! At 1400 hrs, our O level results will be given to us. Hope it's a good one ;)

Meanwhile here's the news article from channelnewsasia.com:
GCE O-Level results to be released on January 11
By Mustafa Shafawi, Channel NewsAsia | Posted: 06 January 2010 1151 hrs

SINGAPORE: The results of the 2009 GCE O-Level Examinations will be released on Monday, January 11.

School candidates may collect their results from their schools at 2pm that day. Private candidates will be informed of their results by post.

They may also access their results through the Singapore Examinations and Assessment Board website at www.seab.gov.sg from 2pm on Monday.

Students can apply to enrol in junior colleges, the Millennia Institute, polytechnics and the Institute of Technical Education via the Joint Admissions Exercise, using their GCE O-Level results.

Students who wish to apply only to polytechnics could also apply via the Joint-Polytechnic Special Admissions Exercise.

The posting results of the Joint Admission Exercise are tentatively scheduled for release on January 27.

List of poly open houses
12:27 PM

For the convenience of those who do not stop by my blog, here's the list of the open houses that the Polytechnics are hosting in the coming week. Take note of the opening hours!

List of poly open houses (LAST UPDATED on 5/01/10)
  • SP's open house: 7-9 Jan (1000 to 1800 hrs)
  • NP's open house: 7-9 Jan (1100 to 1800 hrs)
  • NYP's open house: 7, 9 Jan (1100 to 1800 hrs) , 8 Jan (1100 to 2100 hrs)
  • TP's open house: 7, 8 Jan (1200 to 1730 hrs) , 9 Jan (1100 to 1700 hrs)
  • RP's open house: 7-9 Jan (Anyone know the opening hours for RP's open house?)
More stuff on Swee Yee's blog @ teacherlax.blogspot.com

Off-topic: Is there even ANYONE that stops by this blog?

Friday, November 13, 2009 10:01 PM

what happened to our class blog? so messy!

Thursday, August 27, 2009 7:36 PM

just a health precaution...
remember to go for your egestion session
cuz i dint go when i was supposed to
and now got constipation

Friday, August 7, 2009 4:39 PM

To anyone who reads this blog: this is a Commonwealth Essay Competition Winner, so read it, though it is quite long. very meaningful, very nice.

What the Modern Woman Wants
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen

The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'

Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance'' Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent.

The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval. 'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.

'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter. '

Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.

Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look.

The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence. 'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.

'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'

Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.

'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!' The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.

'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.

The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick; she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.

Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big housewith a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook.

Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.

What you see is not true; she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.

The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes.She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.

Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless babywho could not work or carry the family name.

Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man.She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned. She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.

Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.

Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, Wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter left the earth everything she had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.

The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: That her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there - down.

The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar... Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life.

Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar.

The old lady watched her joss tick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.

Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.

They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before.

'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road. Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'

The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out - but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang - it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'

The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. 'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.''You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself. This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat.

'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?' What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.

'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.

'I knew everything would be fine.'

Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love, Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...

Yes, she was free. Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10% increase!'

Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her... And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009 5:45 PM

3 more weeks to the start of Prelims. Work hard everyone!

Friday, July 3, 2009 9:26 PM

Time files. Treasure time ...

Must Watch If You Haven't Seen This Already
Sunday, June 28, 2009 5:21 PM

Watch this first, then talk about other stuff (including homework) later. In fact, just ignore the post below this one altogether!
A prize for whoever who can guess who posted this up (don't cheat!) !

eunice :D
Saturday, June 27, 2009 8:37 PM

hols hw list:
[90% reliable] :D

EW- [2] 1 abt describing a fictional character, the other free topic?
AM- Ex 18A, practice paper [1]
EM- [3] practice paper
Phy- [1] phy paper, [1] revision notes with qns.
Chem- [1] chem ws, [1] given during last day of ISP? (6 qns long)
Bio- Bio ws [1 set]
Lit- THe pedestrian
Geog- [1] practice paper (do 2 qns)
Econs- unknown? [3] paper or sth? (frm yanping's blog)

heymaths - Heymaths [4]
elearn- Lit Poem (1st day at school)
elearn- Chem paper [1 set]
elearn- SS SBQ [foreign talent in SG]
asknlearn- Chi MGS paper, chi 2 compre, chi 1 fill in blanks for compo.

Lit project
Eng project

bio test chap 2-11 on 1st week.

bio spa 3 [research for the wad sweating and insulation one]

others: vocab and grammer book? [try to do a lot lorh]

as i said, its not 100% reliable.
if u miss out sth, dont blame me (:
and have a good day tmr! :D

Monday, June 1, 2009 1:14 PM

people enjoy ur holidays ! (:

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If you haven't noticed already, we are 4T2 amigos!
We are CUTE
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We are the amigos
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We have:
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Chairman - Arveen
Vice-chairman - Fengyu
Management head - Chee hui
Welfare head - Yongxiang
Assist-Management head - Jason
Function head - Xinni
Councillor - Qingyu

#1. Brina Erh - Guides
#2. Debbie Leong - Fencing
#3. Frederika - Guides/Choir
#4. Agnes Goh - Dance
#5. Hazel - Chinese Orchestra
#6. Shi Hui - Band
#7. Xinni - Volleyball
#8. Eunice - Chinese orchestra
#9. Swee ling - Guides
#10. Zihuan - Band
#11. Hui ping - Guides
#12. Jasmine - Guides
#13. Jade - Chinese orchestra
#14. Yan ling - Fencing
#15. Qiu wen - Band
#16. Yanping - Chinese orchestra
#17. Huiyi - Chinese orchestra
#18. Shu hui - Band
#19. Tirmuzi - NPCC
#20. Arveen - Science team
#21. Bayu - Science team
#22. Brandon - NPCC
#23. Yong xiang - Band
#24. Harrison - Science team
#25. Qing yu - Science team
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#27. Iddo - Chinese orchestra
#28. Swee yee - Band
#29. Fengyu - Fencing
#30. Bangwu - St.John
#31. Weide - Science team
#32. Wenxi - Band
#33. Clement - NCC
#34. Jun wei - NCC
#35. Tuan - Science team
#36. Duc - Science team
#37. Robert - Science team
#38. Kehan - Scout
#39. Jason - NCC
#40. Hong soon - NPCC
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