tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57175842011-07-15T05:27:37.176+08:00Up-side DownSWe fear what we do not know. We are ignorant when we think we do know.Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1139835549601253282006-02-13T19:24:00.000+08:002006-02-13T23:27:13.983+08:00Special ValentineWhenever someone finds out that I work with special children, most of them, if not all, would assume this characteristic of me : You must have a lot of patience.I was told by someone, whom I admire for her years of work with special chilren, that it is not patience that we need. In fact, it is love that we need. Love encompasses everything we need. "Love is patient and kind; Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1137076971912351042006-01-12T22:29:00.000+08:002006-01-12T22:46:11.406+08:00AnimalsI'm now doing my clinical training in UMMC ( UH is so much easier to call). It's been fun and truly tiring, partly because of the amount of travelling that needs to be done to and fro KL-PJ.As usual, there are all sorts of clients that we see. Among them was this 5-year-old Malay girl, whom my coursemate and I saw yesterday. Her speech and languge are delayed...meaning her development is Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1131600599873593992005-11-10T13:19:00.000+08:002005-11-10T13:32:26.343+08:00Thesis Not So Blue?I have many things to thank God about. I'ts only been 3 days since I last wrote about my thesis blues.1. I have managed to get video recordings of 6 pairs of parent-child. It's amazing how compliant they are in agreeing to come to the clinic to do this. And they are not paid.2. Waking up in the morning not dreading about having to do work for my thesis.3. Not dreading about Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1131334290337134422005-11-07T10:57:00.000+08:002005-11-07T18:12:14.990+08:00Thesis BluesMy first sem has come and gone without me doing much for my thesis. This is because it has really been a busy sem in terms of clinic. That took all my time, including weekends. The only things I have managed to do were to search for other researches, design my methodology and carry out pilot study.My thesis title is "Caregiver-child Interactions in Wh-Questions". I can practically Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1129693168157900982005-10-19T11:31:00.000+08:002005-10-19T11:39:28.163+08:00Ending of Pre-Final Chapter of Uni LifeI'm at the end of my 1st sem already. My final exams is on next Thursday. Then, it will be holidays (with thesis work in disguise) and then, really the final sem! Time flies has become a cliche. It's like a superjet, no slowing down anywhere.The unavoidable question will be where am I going to work. The more important question to me, unashamedly is, "Can I Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1125244858819087662005-08-28T23:39:00.000+08:002005-08-29T00:00:58.870+08:00Hello AgainMy absence from the blogging scene has been very long. Not that I really don't have the time to write. More like I don't know what to write about. Having writer's block literally.Life in uni is actually quite fun now. I think being a final year student has a lot to do with it. I'm doing everything knowing I won't be doing it another time, or for long. Starting to fell nolstalgic about Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1121248881035297022005-07-13T18:01:00.000+08:002005-07-13T18:01:21.043+08:00This is Lake Mapourika. The lake is so still that you can see perfect reflection. I also call this Lake of Reflection. For this also reflects the wonder of God's creation. Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1121069230455428312005-07-11T15:23:00.000+08:002005-07-11T16:11:09.383+08:00NZ ExpressionsI had some funny discoveries about English language when I was in NZ. Though we speak the same language, there are also many variations in words that we use. And it was funny the way I discovered them. Here is a few of them.BathMe: Can I take a bath now?Yoko: Oh....ok (hesitantly)I didn't realise that something was amissed. Later I found out that for Kiwis, bath means bathtub. Yoko Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1120361087892156532005-07-03T11:20:00.000+08:002005-07-03T11:24:47.896+08:00Final - From Way Down UnderI've completed my backpacking adventure around South Island. I am back in Christchurch now. That means....I'm coming back to Malaysia tomorrow! Can't believe it's been 5 weeks already.In a way, I'm looking forward to coming home. After 5 weeks of living out of a suitcase, I would like to have someplace where I have my own bed and own cupboard, etc.Malaysia...home sweet Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1120115257460401112005-06-30T15:01:00.000+08:002005-06-30T15:07:37.466+08:00Tandem Skydiving, Hang Gliding & ParaglidingNo. I didn't do any of those. I paid the deposit for skydiving in Wanaka but the wind was too strong and so it was cancelled.I'm in Queenstown now. I paid for tandem hang gliding but the road to the mountains were closed because of the bad weather yesterday.I tried paragliding next. Actually went all the way up to the launching place but had to Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1119862679844182122005-06-27T16:35:00.000+08:002005-07-11T16:16:29.760+08:00Glazier HikeI went for a 6-hour glazier hike yesterday. And truthfully I had no what I was going in for until I was there. It was very very difficult. And I created a few records there.1. The only Asian in the team of 122. The shortest and smallest hiker3. The slowest hiker4. The one falls down the most frequently (no sense of balance and it's a wonder I didn't come down with a sprained ankle)5. Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1119662002975031972005-06-25T09:10:00.000+08:002005-06-25T09:13:22.983+08:00Franz JosefI'm now in Franz Josef. It's my 4th day travelling. I was in Greymouth the day before. Later, in about 45 min, I'm going to kayak in a beautiful lake and hopefully I'll be able to see sunset.Tomorrow, I'll be doing 6 hours of glacier hiking. That's going to be interesting...and I hope not too tiring.Just a short entry.Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1119516005728006492005-06-23T16:29:00.000+08:002005-06-23T16:45:07.950+08:00From Way Down Under 4I know this is not the 4th news you have received from me. But still, I have to follow the chronology.I went to Kaikoura yesterday. It's a beautiful town in the east coast. I did whale watching. It's really amazing seeing sperm whales from a near distance ( about 200m away). The boat was rocky though. I have strong motion sickness. And I had taken the medicine before I got onEnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1119356307740555612005-06-21T19:52:00.000+08:002005-06-21T20:22:23.870+08:00Last DayIt's my last day working in Allanvale School today. Can't believe 3 weeks have passed by so quick! It seems as if I have just landed yesterday.It wasn't only me who didn't believe this. Other staff went like, "Is it 3 weeks already? We are just getting used to seeing you around. We thought you'll be here for the whole term."The staff were very nice and helpful. They really made me feel Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1119145582927469232005-06-19T09:38:00.000+08:002005-06-20T10:59:03.023+08:00Saturday Night FeverI went to a dancing competition last night...which happens to be a Saturday night. In case someone doesn't know I have two left feet, I watched the competition, not take part in it.It wasn't disco. It was ballroom and latin dance. A good description of it will be the movie "Shall We Dance' starring Richard Gere, Jennifer Lopez and Susan Sarandon.It was really a great treat. Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1118985148224075522005-06-17T12:55:00.000+08:002005-06-20T11:05:12.326+08:00Birthday!It was my birthday last Sunday (12 June). The day before that, I was planning for a quiet birthday on my one, not wanting to make a big fuss out of it. Perhaps a walk in the Hagley Park ( a huge park) and watch Maori concert later at night.I stayed up till 12 am and then called home....to give my family to wish me Happy Birthday. So much for not wanting to make a big fuss. I would reallyEnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1118448524808134162005-06-11T07:11:00.000+08:002005-06-11T08:08:44.826+08:00From Way Down Under 3I'm now sitting in the cold study room where the computer is. It takes time for the heater to warm the room. And it reallllllly take time. I've just read the comments for my previous blog. Thanks, for your concern. I'm sure your prayer helps with my recovery. But when Jack suggested that I think of him....I suddenly shuddered and shivered. Not a very good remedy. My flu mightEnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1117794363444928252005-06-03T18:01:00.000+08:002005-06-11T07:09:58.880+08:00From Way Down Under 2I'm now sitting in a freezing cold computer room. David took the heater away to his room and I insisted that I would be fine. Once in a while, he would pop in and asked if I have turned into a popsicle yet. He might find an ice-block sitting in front of the computer by the time I've finished with this.Winter Has Arrived!The weather took a drastic change. It's now on a high ofEnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1117792832350571742005-06-03T17:54:00.000+08:002005-06-11T07:08:57.216+08:00My Favourite Things (Winter Edition)Hot morning shower with frost on the windowsHot tea and coffee and hot water bottleJackets and scarves with a matching colourThese are a few of my favourite thingsBreathing steam out as I walk in the morningReading with music in front of the heaterSoft bed and three blankets for good night sleepThese are a few of my favourite thingsWhen the frost formWhen the Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1117529109006466542005-05-31T15:21:00.000+08:002005-05-31T16:45:09.063+08:00From Way Down Under 1I have been in NZ for 5 days now. So far, it has been a simply amazing experience. Words might fail me but I'll try anyway. This blog will probably be long. So, I'll write it in a way I think, will make reading easier.The JourneyIt was absolutely tiring. About 3 hours to KLIA. Then 55 min from KLIA to Singapore. Waited for 2 hours. Then 8 1/2 hours to Auckland. Waited for 2 Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1117038877952836682005-05-26T00:24:00.000+08:002005-05-26T00:34:37.956+08:00Today!Today is the day I'll board the plane to Christchurch. Excited? This is the no. 2 most asked question. What's no. 1? What time is your flight?My flight is at 5.15pm, assuming there's no delay. (I hope not as I have to catch a connecting flight in Singapore.) I'm most excited only when I tell people that I'm going to NZ. When I thought about it, I feel quite excited. When people asked me, I Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1116952216075738062005-05-24T21:02:00.000+08:002005-05-25T00:30:16.113+08:00Packing HeadacheI have always disliked packing, especially packing to come home when semester has ended. However, that didn't give me as much headache as packing for New Zealand. I have never had such headache. It actually stressed me out.I want to bring as little as possible. Yet, I have no idea how little is sufficient. If I'm going to a relative's house, I wouldn't be afraid of leaving thingsEnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1116599582653433302005-05-20T22:00:00.000+08:002005-05-22T22:36:19.976+08:00Nasam ExperienceNasam stands for National Stroke Association of Malaysia. I started volunteering in Nasam Ipoh while I was playing housekeeping (when my parents went to China). It's actually very near my house, at the Kelab Kilat area.Nasam is club cum rehab centre for the stroke survivors. I came to know of Nasam in KL first as I was sent for clinical sessions in Nasam Ampang. From there, I was Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1116436019819074362005-05-19T00:41:00.000+08:002005-05-20T21:10:30.326+08:00Way Down UnderI'll be leaving for New Zealand on 26 May. It's not for holiday....not solely anyway. The real purpose is because I'll be doing my attachment there. It can be considered as LI (latihan industri). We can choose to do our attachment anywhere, and I chose to go to NZ.How did NZ come about? I was lucky to have met Kay Solomon, a speech therapist from NZ when she came to KL to give a Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1116084849137466202005-05-14T22:55:00.000+08:002005-05-14T23:34:09.160+08:00New HorizonsFamily DayLast Sunday was Family Day, a day for families to get together for a fun-filled day of sukaneka. All children were involved in at least 2 games. Not only that, there were also games for fathers, mothers, siblings and also their 'kakak' (maids). Mothers were separated into groups of 4 and they were required to run, pick up beads using chopsticks and run back to fill a bottle Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1115482141695656842005-05-07T22:44:00.000+08:002005-05-08T00:09:01.743+08:00AmyI watched a very interesting movie two days ago. And also quite humorous at times. A little sypnosis of the movie, just simply titled Amy.Amy is a 7-year-old girl who could hear and speak till she was 4, after watching her father died suddenly on stage in a rock concert (her father was a rock star). Social service came after her mother for failing to send her for special education. Her mother,Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1114533206589458502005-04-26T23:54:00.000+08:002005-04-27T00:48:40.913+08:00Last HourThe last hour before I reliquish all responsibilites back to the rightful people - my parents. Yup. They have reached Malaysia, at the Penang airport. Will be arriving home in less than two hours.My last duty - supervising my brother in his novice ways of ironing his own school uniform. My brother, before reluctantly started ironing, asked me what would happen if he didn't iron his Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1114072836773601922005-04-21T16:23:00.000+08:002005-04-27T00:54:52.863+08:00ResponsesIn New Horizons, with the 'aunties'Me: I think I'm about to experience what you all feel as a working mother.Aunties: (Start telling me how they rush to juggle between work and housework)Me: Let me go slow, ok?While I was jotting down the list of household choresCousin: Wah! You need to jot down what to do?Mum: That's because she has never had that kind of responsibilty before.Cousin: NoEnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1113917085812429012005-04-19T20:16:00.000+08:002005-04-21T16:45:45.503+08:00Home Alone....With My BrotherHow did Macaulay Culkin manage to stay alone for such a long time at home while his parents accidentally left him behind in their vacation? Maybe it's the 'accident' that made it fun for him. All alone, with no responsibility. My parents went for a vacation to China yesterday. Just both of them. They made sure I was having holidays and would be at home so that I can Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1112991016260449522005-04-09T03:54:00.000+08:002005-04-09T05:02:13.433+08:00Government's 'Commitment'In the paper for Expert Group Meeting and Seminar on an International Convention to Protect and Promote the Rights and Dignity of Persons with Disabilities in Bangkok, Thailand from 2-4 June 2003, Md. Rashid bin Ismail, the Director of Rehabilitation Division, Department of Welfare Society has outlined Malaysia's general background on national policies for people with Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1112640902850970582005-04-05T00:03:00.000+08:002005-04-05T23:18:34.523+08:00Secret ShameA friend highlighted to me an article in the STAR today. In his own words, it is "very touching and true of life". When someone highlight something to me, it's usually about special people. I flipped to the page. As usual, I'm right.Stories For My Mother is one of my favourite columns for it touches many life issues. Today, it's not any different. The writer has pointed out an issue Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1112096093104417222005-03-29T19:00:00.000+08:002005-03-29T19:47:51.366+08:00Calling and VocationLately, I have been asked one question very frequently - Where do you plan to work when you have graduated? (Mind you, I still have another year to go.) My answer - I don't know. I'm still waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for Him. I have thought about where I would like to work. But He has not given me the answer as to where He would like to work. I have many plans on what IEnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1111500339187235682005-03-22T22:02:00.000+08:002005-03-22T22:05:39.186+08:00HOLIDAY!!!I'm looking forward to going back to Ipoh...going to New Horizons and seeing all the beloved children. I miss playing with them...just being a teacher to them.Recently i watced a Japanese anime about a 5 year old kid. When they showed scenes of the kindergarten, it maked me long to spend such time witht he kids, just drawing, playing with water, etc.New Horizons....here I come!Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1107080743815095782005-01-30T18:07:00.000+08:002005-01-30T18:25:43.816+08:00Hopes
I guess I'm an emotional person. But selectively emotional these days. Especially on family matters. What I mean is that I'll shed tears only in movies where it concerns family ties and values. Other films don't affect me that much.
Just watched a VCD from oraldeafed org. It's a documentary about deaf children, in a politically-correct term - profound hearing impaird children, and how Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1106798936318782132005-01-27T12:01:00.000+08:002005-01-27T12:08:56.316+08:00Conversations (2)
'I'm going to Carrefour. Want anything?'
'Who you going with?'
'Dina. Want anything?'
'Can I come along?'
'(Paused). Can.'
'Really. You don't mind me being lamp post?'
'No lah. Where got such thing. But why trouble yourself if I can buy it for you. What do you want to buy from Carrefour?'
'No. I just want to get to MidValley. Want to watch 'Osama'. Hey, can you and Dina foojinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1106752296223688492005-01-26T23:07:00.000+08:002005-01-26T23:11:36.223+08:00Conversations
"You thought you know everything, huh?"
"No, but I know enough."
"Do you know why she died, but you're still here?"
"Timing."
"Timing, your head."
"It's true. Why is it that you have been standing here for the past half an hour, and yet there is no bus coming this way. Timing. You missed the last bus."
"Missed the bus, your head. The last bus is at 11pm. It is just 10.45 now.foojinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1106559235133858102005-01-24T17:12:00.000+08:002005-01-24T17:51:41.666+08:00A Tribute To Wei Kei (20.7.1998 - 24.1.2005) A child born into this worldChallenged in your ability to be normalDefeat you have never concededHopes you have given all around you. Cheerfulness is your precious giftYour determination can cut armours of steelLearning is your greatest pleasureWhat of you that made you so strong? Immeasurable joy indeed you areLove you have brought into our Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1106458674142813842005-01-23T13:03:00.000+08:002005-01-23T13:37:54.143+08:00THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT TIME
Fiction
Author : Mark Haddon
Credentials: Whitbread Award
A guilty pleasure I had during my exam week. Studied one page of notes but indulged in one chapter of the book. If the test was about autism, I might still do well but it's not. It's about voice disorder, and I think you would have guessed how "well" I did in that exam.
What caught my Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1106224556117865072005-01-21T12:35:00.000+08:002005-01-20T20:50:21.833+08:00They say God makes everybody beautiful in His own special way.
And people with special needs receive no less of God's attention than any one of us here.
Being special is no more or no less than the person sitting across you in church.
Being special does not mean you are living a life of lower quality than the rest.
Being special does not mean you do not deserve to live.
Being special, takes tehtarikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14746496489543671229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1105522121094717412005-01-12T17:03:00.000+08:002005-01-12T17:28:41.093+08:00MOVE ON
My sister called me yesterday over my 'sad' blog. We talked for a while about God's calling and our purpose in life. This subject is not new as both of us sometimes struggled with what we are called to do in life. Mine is clearer as I do know what I'm going to do. I know I'm blessed because God reveals His plan for me so much earlier. I guess that's because He knows I will give up and Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1105344042056374632005-01-10T15:41:00.000+08:002005-01-10T16:00:42.056+08:00REFLECTION
Time and time again, I find myself thinking what I am doing in university. Many people wonder whether they have chosen the right course. I have no doubt about choosing the right course - God literally handed it to me in the first place. And I found myelf very much attached to this course.
The thing that I wonder about is the enthusiasm I have lost in learning. I find myself getting Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1100496126666500972004-11-15T13:06:00.000+08:002004-11-15T13:22:06.666+08:00FAREWELL
This is the second time I have to say farewell to a group of children who are very dear to my heart. I am indeed very fortunate to be able to meet them on their last day in New Horizons. These children have now 'graduated' from early intervention services.
Despite feeling sad that I won't be able to see them when I go to NH, but I'm also glad that they will be able to move into Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1094062015029242192004-09-02T01:58:00.000+08:002004-09-02T02:06:55.030+08:00Sometimes I think I can do it. Sometimes, I need more encouragement to believe in that. I'm in danger of feeling that the amount of work is killing my joy of doing this course. My calendar's marked with datelines for assignments. The work is necessary. But my mind and body are not agreeing with this. I can't seem to think in clinic. I can't help feeling tired and sleepy even though I have 7 Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1092807244825265872004-08-18T13:12:00.000+08:002004-08-18T13:39:37.223+08:00OLYMPICS
I think I'm working harder trying to catch my favourite events in Olympics than studying for my mid-sem exam. I'm staying up in the middle of the night, or early morning just to catch them live. Slept at 5 a.m. this morning for women's artistic gymnastic. It was a spectacular event. I'm especially marvelled at how good they are holding their nerves and keeping their composure under Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1092321015836482772004-08-12T22:21:00.000+08:002004-08-12T22:30:15.836+08:00I believe I am not the only one who got something extra from Spiderman 2 besides the comic hype, Ms Dunst, and the special effects.
Anyone else saw it like I do? The conflict between self-interest and the service for others.
Peter Parker's character was well written compared to the original ones by Stan Lee and gang. We have here a Spiderman hero who has a life of a loser(by the standards of foojinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1091523808810714732004-08-03T16:42:00.000+08:002004-08-03T17:03:28.810+08:00EXAMS
The horrible sounding word is just around the corner. What have I done to prepare for it? Not much, I'm afraid.
I have been spending so much time doing clinic stuff that I didn't have time for anything else. If it's not the session plans, it's the therapy materials, assessment report or goal report. I'm getting quite burn out from this endless cycle.
I'm so disorganised this sem. My Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1091192080517918242004-07-30T20:46:00.000+08:002004-07-30T21:01:18.930+08:00Why did you choose this course?
You have a personal answer. But to tell it to others is something else, isn't it?
Yeah, I have ideals, I have dreams, I am motivated - but till I really make it, without disillusionment and without a new hunger for monetary rewards, I would not have a good answer.
When that day comes, I would have a genuine answer.
Till that day comes, my answer would be: foojinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1090916558898371422004-07-27T15:57:00.000+08:002004-07-27T16:22:38.896+08:00WHY ARE YOU IN THIS COURSE?
This is what my lecturer asked out of the blue before she started her lecture on stuttering. We were all taken aback. I mean...we are already in our 3rd year of Speech Therapy. Isn't it 2 years late of asking us this question?
I tried to recall why I am in this course. It evoked a range of emotions within me. If I were to asked to answer, it would be "Because I Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1090846908502129572004-07-26T20:43:00.000+08:002004-07-26T21:01:48.503+08:00CLINIC
It's what we call our therapy session with our clients. Started my clinics last sem with one client. This new sem, I have 2 clients, which means 2 clinic sessions.
So, now with different supervisors for each client, also means having to adjust my some of my ways to suit their style and also to learn more new things. It's quite difficult in the beginning. I get so stressed working round Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1090257086073046712004-07-20T00:59:00.000+08:002004-07-20T01:11:26.073+08:00THANK YOU
Once again, I want to thank my very good friend, Fooji for helping me deal with the construction of this site. What would my blog site be without him? And he's been very kind to offer to contribute some stories on special children.
So, here I am to welcome a new writer to this blog. Let me introduce him first. He's a former classmate of mine when we were in Form 6. Together with 2Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1088087855112117062004-06-24T22:17:00.000+08:002004-06-24T22:40:31.746+08:00BACK TO UNIVERSITY
I have been back to my university for a week. I am now in my 3rd year but the implication of it hasn't grasped me yet. I had my first briefing of my clinic sessions with my supervisor yesterday. All of us are to have 2 clients each, both children cases. One is a language delay case and the other will an hearing impairment case.
After clinical orientation today, I went to lookEnniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1086840172654795622004-06-10T11:36:00.000+08:002004-06-24T22:16:11.623+08:00GENERAL HOSPITAL
I have had an attachment with the one and only speech therapist in a hospital in Ipoh. I have been there once a week for 3 weeks and I must say those 3 occasions were really eye opening for me.
Being a speech therapist in a government hospital is not easy. There's an average of 6-7 clients a day and work can be non-stop except for lunch break. She can only see a client about Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1086065292170031622004-06-01T11:47:00.000+08:002004-06-01T12:48:12.170+08:00STORIES FROM MOTHERS
Last Friday, I had a chat with 3 mothers in New Horizons. It was a rare opportunity for me that they are sharing their stories with me.
All 3 of them are mothers of children with Down Syndrome, aged 7. Mrs. T is the mother of a very active son. This is an accident-proned child, due to his activeness, always tripping or bumping himself into furniture. He's also a very alert Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1085566661413983582004-05-26T17:46:00.000+08:002004-05-26T18:25:08.513+08:00HORSE RIDING
Wednesday evenings are a time of joy for some special children. Thanks to Turf Club, these children get to go horse riding. Many children from New Horizons get to enjoy this privilege as well.
Today is one of the few times I enjoyed myself with the children as well as the horses. Teachers of NH take turns to go to Turf Club to help out as they might be in need of helpers - for Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1085406327303211032004-05-24T21:09:00.000+08:002004-05-25T19:52:26.246+08:00THE UNSUNG HEROES
What makes a hero? Who are heroes to you? The people on the plane who tried to stop the terrorists from crashing into World Trade Centre? The doctors and nurses who continued working in the hospital during SARS outbreak? They are definitely heroes. What about people who seem ordinary to us?
Teacher's day was has already come and gone (16 May). I read about teachers who were Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1069257889157908992003-11-20T00:04:00.000+08:002003-11-20T00:05:13.996+08:00I went to NH today. I wanted to help the staff to do the theme wall. There's a wall where all the children's photos are put up. To make it more interesting, the teachers change the theme of the wall every year. Last year, it was bears playing with balloons in a garden. This year, it's beach theme. Next year (the one I'm helping to do), is farm. The teachers will use colourful papers - draw, cut Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1068880492244654772003-11-15T15:14:00.000+08:002003-11-15T15:15:12.716+08:00What is an early intervention center? It is a center for children with learning disabilities from the ages of 0-6. That is why it is called ‘early intervention’ – to intervene at an early age.
Most children diagnosed with learning disabilities, such as Down’s syndrome, autism, global developmental delay, attention deficit disorder (ADD/ADHD) and so on, will be referred to an early intervention Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1066201143252130262003-10-15T14:59:00.000+08:002003-10-15T14:59:02.596+08:00When I first started this blog, I didn't anticipate that I would not be able to update it as frequently as I could. But now, more than 1 1/2 months has passed since I last wrote in. And I'm truly sorry I haven't been able to contribute much.
Again, my plans to have a relaxed semester break have failed again. I have somehow managed to get myself hooked up with a major commitment that will leave Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1062003800961487062003-08-28T01:03:00.000+08:002003-08-28T01:03:20.903+08:00I must admit that I wish I could write as often as I could but sadly....I can't. My endless mountains of assignments demand for my attention and studying, too need to be prioritised.
However, I couldn't stop myself from stealing into the computer lab and do a little blogging. I will just have to sleep less to make up the time spent here. I thought perhaps I should go into how I got myself Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1061779792919030232003-08-25T10:49:00.000+08:002003-08-25T10:55:11.073+08:00 Some of you might be wondering why I would name my site Up-side DownS. Well, there is a story behind it. About a year ago, I read a newspaper report on a 12-year old girl with Down's Syndrome. She was in a shopping complex giving a speech to a crowd of people. Now I'm not sure about other developed countries, but here in Malaysia, it is very rare that a Down's Syndrome child will be able Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5717584.post-1061686952755443902003-08-24T09:02:00.000+08:002003-08-24T11:49:39.156+08:00At last, I have learned the basics of blogging. Thanks to my dear friend Fooji, who spent a few hours showing me how. Well, he was also the one who inspired me to start blogging. I didn't have the slightest interest to do so in the beginning. I didn't have much views to air anyway. But then, it suddenly occur to me how I could actually fulfill my dream, which I thought could perhaps happen only Enniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18060156790802620107noreply@blogger.com