Dear Diary,
I am wondering when was the last time since I last pinned fonts on you.
Have you ever coercing me to express my thoughts on you dutifully?
Come to think of it, it wouldn't be a pleasure to blog if you have the mechanism to bug me to
list and pen down my daily activities and thoughts everyday.
I understand the importance of liberal and doing things at your own pace.
Don't force yourself into doing things that you dislike. Even sometimes, you may feel obligated,
but it wouldn't be fair to another party as they would not like us to patronize them as well.

I just returned from MOE Leadership camp organized by Trybe. It was at Vision Farm near old Chua Chu Kang road. I was given the role of facilitator together with Zm and the rest to drive the international scholars from various secondary schools in Singapore and guide them throughout the whole programs.

I always tell myself that the experience of teaching especially when we get to spend time with the students in camp is invaluable. I was impressed by the professionalism of their conducts, willing to co-operate and initiative-taking especially in the project where each group of students have to come up with dining ideas and decorations to serve the other groups.

They could segregate themselves into 3 divisions- logistics role where they were required to come up with the estimated cost of utensils and transportation , food division where they sought opinions from people about the food and beverage being served and the layout department who were in charge of the arrangement and decoration of the place which was provided.

Every games and projects, all of us were encouraged to speak up and voice our reflections and opinions. It was better to give compliment even though certain results were not up to our satisfaction. This camp was so different from all the camps that I had attended before.
Beside much of the enrichment that the whole events exude, it has etched quite a remarkable memory at the back of minds for most of us. One thing i like about the camp is the air-conditioned room. Haha.

I waited for taxi which I had scheduled to pick me up at the end of the camp to meet a friend at Kranji and I was already late. It had made me waited for a dreading 25 minutes long. The cab that the other facilitators had arranged, arrived within 5 minutes despite that I left the camp much much much earlier than them. I called the service again and complained about the intensity of waiting. I could feel the sound of my heartbeat pounded rapidly as the scorching heat from the sun soaked me with perspiration as I waited. Before I attempted to cancel the service and called for a new one, a glimpse of blue color sedan finally appeared from the road. That gave the driver final hope of getting income from me.

another bitter escape
7:27 AM