Love-ly
Thursday 12:03 pm, Changi Airport T1, Singapore
My cab arrived to meet up with Honey. In the end, had to wait for a friend named Alderic, who would be joining us on our trip to Taipei. Since it was still early after check in, we decided to spend the time having lunch at this fried chicken store. Geez sorry.. can't really remember the exact name of the store. Honey feedback that the chicken taste better than KFC's. Well.. I thought what was interesting was the biscuit bread. It's really like a pastry bread. Both of us thought the fish was not very nice as everything fell apart when you bite into it.
Before we know it, we were involved in a neck-rush, trying to inform Mindef about our overseas trip. Hell.. it was unexpected. With that, all our initial plans to shop for a puzzle book and order a cup of coffee in the departure holding area were blown. As we were only left with 5 minutes before the flight took off. Sigh.
Thursday 06:40 pm, Taipei Airport, Taiwan
Our Jetstar plane touched down at our destination after 4 hours of boredom. We did "combat" our boredom, by arguing over our arrival time at Taipei.
Well, everything happened pretty fast after alighting from the plane. Before we know it, we were already on "Fly-Dog" coach which took us to our drop off near where our hotel was located. The coach bus was pretty cool. They provide a mini TV screen for every passengers and guess what? The speakers were attached to the neck-rest, extending to be positioned near your ears. Unfortunately, mine was too loud despite me turning it to the lowest volume. Diaoz..
The trip was enjoyable until the coach approached the city. That's when the three of us, cluelessly, in search of familiar roads stated on our maps, desperately locating the right stop to alight.
Eventually, we managed to get to our lodging after some cutting through the streets and an unexpected help from a friendly local. My first impression? It wasn't a hotel. It was a motel. A love motel (to be exact, as stated by Ric and Honey). It's outer appearance looked like those one can spot in Geyland. Ha!
For near hundred per night, our accommodation was splendid! All thanks to my brilliant Honey. Both of us loved the spacious bathroom. It stretches half the size of a typical HDB flat room.. black marbled tiled, consisting of a semi fish-bowl alike washing basin, a glass paneled shower room and a luxurious Jacuzzi (Erm.. We were abit envious of the bigger, oriental Jacuzzi tub in Ric's room). Omg. Our jaw dropped on our first step-in Room 1011!
Via train, we headed down to our first place in Taipei - ShiLin, after much unpacking, showering and admiration of our room. There, Honey got so excited.. for a moment, I thought I was neglected and left behind. ShiLin or commonly known as ShiLin Ye-shi is a very popular place with the tourist and their locals. The layout had alot of resemblance to our Bugis Street (or should I say the other way round). In fact, I would opinion it to be some place similar between shop-houses of shopping centre and our Pasar-malem.
Of course, we tried alot of food. Ric said, don't think the food's fattening and it would deposit in our body. True.. we ate alot of street-food, ranging from some of the more famous MUST-TRY food like their Fried chicken chop, tomatoes with plum-inserted, strawberries with milk syrup... to some amazing discovery like Chou Dou Fu (ie Smelly Tofu) in soup...to some food which are more tradition like egg-waffles, seafood-fin soup and glutinuous rice. That's alot right? Omg.
Honey was looking for exclusive and pretty jeans. Thus, we spent a long time, walking through the maze of complicating streets shops. In the end, we managed to spot one which we liked and purchased a couple jeans. Sadly, I fell trap to a cheat, who sold me a jeans with waistline that require negligible effort to have the entire jeans pulled down my waist.
It was until 1 pm plus which sent us taking a cab where we had a chat with this friendly driver, who talked with a typical Taiwanese local accent. Amusing, I suffered a bit of culture shock. I'm actually in a place where people converse Hokkien as one of their main language and it didn't sound vulgar. Unlike those in Singaporean-spoken Hokkien which sound more vulgar. Oops!
Friday 08:30 am, Everspring hotel, Taipei
After barely 5 hours of inadequate sleep, Honey and I dragged ourselves to have our complimentary breakfast at this Dante's Cafe. It was good. Honey was thrilled with the smoked chicken and ham sandwich.
Happily filled, we headed to Taiwan's most current attraction - Taipei 101. This magnificent building was deemed the pride of the Taiwanese. In which contained approximately 5 storeys of branded shops and near hundred storeys of offices. Since the shopping area only open for business at 11 am, Honey and I took a trip up to the 101th storey where we witness the spectacular view of Taipei in full 4 directions. We even paid for our picture to be taken, our first picture together eh! So proud of it. It comes with a 4R photo, nice back-drop and this certificate which CERTIFIES your visit to Taipei 101. Hehe. To have it more meaningful, both of us own a copy and had it bared our wonderful signatures on it!! Wahaha
Time really passed by fast. It was past noon when we descended via the high speed lift down 101 storeys and scrumbled for an eating place since everywhere were so packed with people. Geez. End up, we had an affordably cheap Japanese curry rice. After lunch, we went shopping again.. I enjoyed it alot. It was heavenly!
Friday 19:00 hrs, leaving Zhi Shan station, Taipei
Came evening, we came out with Ric, to Ximen Ding to have dinner before continuing our mission. Of course, shopping spree resumed after having completing 3/4 of our mission at XimenDing before we call it a day.
Saturday 09:46 am, turning cold in Taipei
Honey and I headed down to a temple at Yuan Shan. In it held stunning statues. First thing we did here was to queue to pray under this enormous floating lantern. Before proceeding to pay our worship to the other gods housed within.
In hope of visiting another street shopping area, we decided to head for Zhong Xiao Dun Hua area where more shopping was possible. Honey was eager to hunt for more jeans, so we embarked on our roam through all the shopping complexes we could set foot into.
Came late afternoon, we met up with Ric and his local friend, Jet. It didn't take us very long before we went on a pursue for satisfying jackets and sweaters to keep us warm in the turning-cold weather. My intuition in the morning was right. Honey didn't allow me to bring my jacket out. I predicted we will need it later.
After two visits to different shops, Honey found a pleasant blue Adidas sweater, which happened to be the last piece of the smallest size. End up, Honey wanted me to wear. I refused. We didn't wear the available sweater at all.
All thanks to Jeff, we managed to complete our mission in Taipei. That was when I bought a perfect White Nike sweater before we found this restaurant to have steamboat for dinner. At first, I was frustrated since the newly bought sweater was kinda small on me. Wanted to have it changed but unfortunately, they only had S and L sizes. They could import from other cities. Sadly, it would require a few days. By then we'd had left Taipei. Left with no choice, I made do with the current S, which kinda fit me afterall. Honey commented that I was being too much a perfectionist.
What occurred later was really unexpected. Our honeymoon took a down-swing. During conversation over dinner, certain responses were wrongly communicated, strife arise between Honey and me. I admit I was throwing tantrum. Honey even mentioned "I really feel like slapping you". Ouch!
Of course, what goes up, must come down. Our tempers were no exception. We calmed the issue and reconcile back in the hotel. Pity thing we forgone our last night shopping that night. *sorry Hon*
Sunday 09:45 am, Changchun Road, Taipei
Was it the cold atmosphere or the fact that it was the last day before I head back to Singapore (as I have lecture the next day), both of us were very quiet. I was thinking, perhaps the solemn between us, was because we were overwhelmed by our pride that we didn't want to communicate us can't bearing to part or might be because, the excitement of being overseas has faded with increased familiarisation with the limiting places of interest in Taipei.
We had our last complimentary breakfast at the same place. Only differences for our agenda were having shopped at Zhong Xiao Fuxing, ate dim sum for lunch and a long trip to the airport.
Sunday 06:53 pm, departure for Singapore, Taipei Airport
Not forgetting our last dinner together in Taipei at Burger King. Both of us were stunned. As if we were in Australia, no packet chili sauce were to be found despite them serving Spicy Chicken Burger in their menu. Funny.
The moment when I was leaving for the immigration area was extremely unforgettable. I fought so hard to contain my tears profusely-gathering in my eyes and the immense reluctance to leave.. Sigh.. As if the situation wasn't worse enough, a noisy commotion between two groups of Hongkongers at the queue broke out. Reason being one party was trying to cut queue.
Gosh.. at that moment I felt very unprotected that my effortless composure was crumpling. You know.. being all alone in the mess where a situation was going on and you have no accompany by your side.
The tension and lonely pressure were just too overwhelming. My mind could only concerned how much I really love Honey... that I would miss my sweetheart terribly. All I could remember was my brain kept screaming how much I didn't want to leave and struggling to hold back my out-flowing tears.
No wonder I never let my parents or friends send me off at the airport ever since army overseas trip. Perhaps, I was using the excuse for independence so I didn't have to deal with the painstaking torture of having to cope with parting with someone I really really love so dearly. Gosh.. it hurts so much to separate with my loved ones...
:: Honey, having came back to Singapore, you are always on my mind.. I miss you so much.. certainly, the tears speaks endless depth of my ever growing love for you. I didn't have the time at Taipei Airport, expressing how touch and appreciative I am, by what you have been doing for me.. accompanying me on my long journey to the airport and even send me off till the gates of the immigration area.
Hope you'll enjoy your trip in HK. I'll be waiting for your safe and soon return. Thank you for your assurance in your sms. I love ya more than words can say... Well.. right now.. I just miss you so much...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
De one with Education Saga (Ep 6)
Episode 6:
No kidding. Well.. erm.. Hehe it's abit embarrassing, now that I think back into this part. Well.. back to the question again.. besides the friends and "comedies", there was a time I nearly wanted so much to quit the band.
WHY?
Oh, it was because the training were not what I signed up for. I felt unhappy. Most probably, after having bruised by my senior and feeling I couldn't perform. Thankfully, I persevered and it open my stay to unforgettable moments of intense feelings, skills gained and spectacular, eye-opening experiences.
Wuao.. looks like our guy have been through alot.. We anticipate you'll be doing a separate, in-depth blog about this remarkable part of your life?
Yup.. Oops! Did I just let a cat out of the bag? Hehe. Anyway, it's really too much to fill into this interview-entry. Hmm.
Perhaps mind revealing when our audiences are going to be expecting this special blog?
Hmm.. it's hard to say because I'm kinda tight on my ideas.
Just to let you know, we shall be looking forward to that premium debut. Jason, what other moments you'd care to share with us, through your secondary school life?
Well.. let's see.. During secondary 2, I got abit crazy, thinking "oh well, it's time to do something which I've never done before". In just the right time, a challenge appeared before me and I entered myself into this "Ideas for Going Green" competition.
Eventually, my ideas were selected and before I knew it, a few classmates and I formed teams to represent our schools in this exhibition, presenting and competing for the "Best innovation" and "Best innovative Idea" award. Apparently, one of the teams won the "Best Innovative Idea" Award. Part of the prize was awarded to me and my photo appeared in the school's magazine.
Awesome! I couldn't agree more (smiley)...
*shy-ing*
You did your school proud! What's there to be shy about!! Well, what else did you learn from your term?
Well, I discovered my capability for management (of time) and excellence in studies. During my secondary school, I felt life couldn't be more perfectly organised and better to look forward to.
I remember I overcome my stage-fright. Recall my uncontrollable trembling hands when I have to do a solo presentation in front of a large group of people? However, having performed at a fully-occupied National Stadium of spectators, the nerves got bolder!
Jason, from what we all know. Secondary schoolers had to face puberty. So what kinda effect it had on your life and more importantly, you?
Oh.. puberty was really torturing. Mainly because I had to struggle to cope with increasing peer pressure, physical changes, emotional distress. Yup. It did affect my alot.
Well, not just me. Everyone underwent puberty at that time. Those early matur-ers would start to say rather hurting stuff. During secondary 1 and 2, it was a pretty dark period of my life. I feel very inferior due to my fat appearance, being too shy and soft-spoken for a guy. However, I'm really glad, I managed to pull through, with all those enduring through absolute loneliness.
I remember then I never dared to go to the crowded canteen to eat alone. I'll always hide myself in the library since we were restricted from staying in our classrooms during recess time.
But then again, I've learned to be strong and "befriended" solitary. Most of my projects were done on solo. And guess what? I scored pretty high.
Not diverting... the full swing of puberty came in like when I was ending secondary 2. I got easily frustrated and this constant need in search of love. Omg. It's ridiculous and unpleasant. I'd not wanna talk into that.
The juicy part, which I believe most people wanna know about. Well.. erm.. Masturbation kicked in when I was secondary 1. Oops.. Well.. that's all I have to say; =x
Haha... Oh.. I supposed that must have been a bitter sweet moment for ya, Jason. But we admire you for your courage to face your lonely times. Maybe, you'd like to share with us more about your teachers?
Oh.. teachers..right. Miss Teo, my secondary 1 form and a choir teacher, wanted me to join choir. She's really sweet.
Mrs Tan, my secondary 2 form teacher, commended me of my neat work and good management between my studies and busy CCA. Ironically, to most of my classmates, they detested her. I didn't because I couldn't figure out why.. There was my home economics teacher, who was also one of the band teachers, whom I've left quite an impression with my conscientious work, excellence and magnificent apron (with a prominent cursive embroidery name, which my dear mummy sewn for me overnight).
Aww... that's so great of her..
... Came secondary three, my form teacher was a male. Named Mr Tan. I was very low profile to him. There were a few times he tried to know more about me..nevertheless, unsuccessful!
Then there was Miss Tammy Tan, our literature teacher (when I was in secondary 3 & 4) who possess an exceptionally good impression of me and my skill in art. I remembered she used to tell my class mates that I'd have fit her desired image of "her son-in-law". Omg!
And there was Mrs Kumar, our maths teacher for secondary 3 & 4. She was a bitterly direct, crazily overly demanding woman. We were all so afraid of her wits that recall there was once, I was so tired from practice for our band competition period, that I struggled to stay awake so hard, to spare myself from being scolded.
My first encounter with this radical maths teacher was pretty interesting. Having introduced herself to the class, she suddenly stopped and walked all the way back to the last row where I was sitting. She said I had a very innocent, kind face. Omg. Just wondering how true was that. I don't even noticed myself!
Apparently, Mrs Kumar's existence was a challenge to my attitude towards mathematics. I remembered she commented on the results of band members. Somehow it contained some prejudice against us. From day 1, she triggered my determination to want to prove her wrong flatly, that band members were capable enough to produce better results than others from less hectic and busy CCAs!! Ha!
Oh (surprisingly astonished)
Last but not least, there was Miss Suan. Our beloved form and English teacher during my sec 4. She resembled alot like Bridget Jones. Always cheerful and funny. She knew of my gift for art. That's why she nicknamed me her "Artist". Oops! Other than that, she also commended before that I looked like a korean boy (that was, of course, way before the korean craze). Ha!
Ooo! Korean! Bae Yong-Joon? Kang Don-Won?
I'd apologise for interrupting, did anybody ever said you looked like foreigner?
Ya. There were people who had asked if I was an Indonesian Chinese! Or even pondered me being a Malay due to my really tanned complexion back then! Taiwanese, Japanese.. you named it.. most people say I've a pretty oriental face-features..
You bet.. Please, do continue previously..
More or less, the teachers in Bowen weren't bad teachers. They were hell lot of a passionate and hardworking lot. It's really true, that a school and her teachers doesn't account for the poor academic results. Rather, it was the students. My batch was a diligent batch that year. I recall my sec 4 physics teacher, Mr Selvarasoo, always reminded us, we were the "cream of the top"!
But then again, not being rude. But our former principal didn't gain much support from the students. Simply because evidently, she channeled huge funds in beautifying the school premises with flora and fauna. When she should have spent it on other essentials. Sigh~
Perhaps it's to provide a conducive environment for you students lah...
It's really ambiguous! Oops!
*laughter*
... To be continued
No kidding. Well.. erm.. Hehe it's abit embarrassing, now that I think back into this part. Well.. back to the question again.. besides the friends and "comedies", there was a time I nearly wanted so much to quit the band.
WHY?
Oh, it was because the training were not what I signed up for. I felt unhappy. Most probably, after having bruised by my senior and feeling I couldn't perform. Thankfully, I persevered and it open my stay to unforgettable moments of intense feelings, skills gained and spectacular, eye-opening experiences.
Wuao.. looks like our guy have been through alot.. We anticipate you'll be doing a separate, in-depth blog about this remarkable part of your life?
Yup.. Oops! Did I just let a cat out of the bag? Hehe. Anyway, it's really too much to fill into this interview-entry. Hmm.
Perhaps mind revealing when our audiences are going to be expecting this special blog?
Hmm.. it's hard to say because I'm kinda tight on my ideas.
Just to let you know, we shall be looking forward to that premium debut. Jason, what other moments you'd care to share with us, through your secondary school life?
Well.. let's see.. During secondary 2, I got abit crazy, thinking "oh well, it's time to do something which I've never done before". In just the right time, a challenge appeared before me and I entered myself into this "Ideas for Going Green" competition.
Eventually, my ideas were selected and before I knew it, a few classmates and I formed teams to represent our schools in this exhibition, presenting and competing for the "Best innovation" and "Best innovative Idea" award. Apparently, one of the teams won the "Best Innovative Idea" Award. Part of the prize was awarded to me and my photo appeared in the school's magazine.
Awesome! I couldn't agree more (smiley)...
*shy-ing*
You did your school proud! What's there to be shy about!! Well, what else did you learn from your term?
Well, I discovered my capability for management (of time) and excellence in studies. During my secondary school, I felt life couldn't be more perfectly organised and better to look forward to.
I remember I overcome my stage-fright. Recall my uncontrollable trembling hands when I have to do a solo presentation in front of a large group of people? However, having performed at a fully-occupied National Stadium of spectators, the nerves got bolder!
Jason, from what we all know. Secondary schoolers had to face puberty. So what kinda effect it had on your life and more importantly, you?
Oh.. puberty was really torturing. Mainly because I had to struggle to cope with increasing peer pressure, physical changes, emotional distress. Yup. It did affect my alot.
Well, not just me. Everyone underwent puberty at that time. Those early matur-ers would start to say rather hurting stuff. During secondary 1 and 2, it was a pretty dark period of my life. I feel very inferior due to my fat appearance, being too shy and soft-spoken for a guy. However, I'm really glad, I managed to pull through, with all those enduring through absolute loneliness.
I remember then I never dared to go to the crowded canteen to eat alone. I'll always hide myself in the library since we were restricted from staying in our classrooms during recess time.
But then again, I've learned to be strong and "befriended" solitary. Most of my projects were done on solo. And guess what? I scored pretty high.
Not diverting... the full swing of puberty came in like when I was ending secondary 2. I got easily frustrated and this constant need in search of love. Omg. It's ridiculous and unpleasant. I'd not wanna talk into that.
The juicy part, which I believe most people wanna know about. Well.. erm.. Masturbation kicked in when I was secondary 1. Oops.. Well.. that's all I have to say; =x
Haha... Oh.. I supposed that must have been a bitter sweet moment for ya, Jason. But we admire you for your courage to face your lonely times. Maybe, you'd like to share with us more about your teachers?
Oh.. teachers..right. Miss Teo, my secondary 1 form and a choir teacher, wanted me to join choir. She's really sweet.
Mrs Tan, my secondary 2 form teacher, commended me of my neat work and good management between my studies and busy CCA. Ironically, to most of my classmates, they detested her. I didn't because I couldn't figure out why.. There was my home economics teacher, who was also one of the band teachers, whom I've left quite an impression with my conscientious work, excellence and magnificent apron (with a prominent cursive embroidery name, which my dear mummy sewn for me overnight).
Aww... that's so great of her..
... Came secondary three, my form teacher was a male. Named Mr Tan. I was very low profile to him. There were a few times he tried to know more about me..nevertheless, unsuccessful!
Then there was Miss Tammy Tan, our literature teacher (when I was in secondary 3 & 4) who possess an exceptionally good impression of me and my skill in art. I remembered she used to tell my class mates that I'd have fit her desired image of "her son-in-law". Omg!
And there was Mrs Kumar, our maths teacher for secondary 3 & 4. She was a bitterly direct, crazily overly demanding woman. We were all so afraid of her wits that recall there was once, I was so tired from practice for our band competition period, that I struggled to stay awake so hard, to spare myself from being scolded.
My first encounter with this radical maths teacher was pretty interesting. Having introduced herself to the class, she suddenly stopped and walked all the way back to the last row where I was sitting. She said I had a very innocent, kind face. Omg. Just wondering how true was that. I don't even noticed myself!
Apparently, Mrs Kumar's existence was a challenge to my attitude towards mathematics. I remembered she commented on the results of band members. Somehow it contained some prejudice against us. From day 1, she triggered my determination to want to prove her wrong flatly, that band members were capable enough to produce better results than others from less hectic and busy CCAs!! Ha!
Oh (surprisingly astonished)
Last but not least, there was Miss Suan. Our beloved form and English teacher during my sec 4. She resembled alot like Bridget Jones. Always cheerful and funny. She knew of my gift for art. That's why she nicknamed me her "Artist". Oops! Other than that, she also commended before that I looked like a korean boy (that was, of course, way before the korean craze). Ha!
Ooo! Korean! Bae Yong-Joon? Kang Don-Won?
I'd apologise for interrupting, did anybody ever said you looked like foreigner?
Ya. There were people who had asked if I was an Indonesian Chinese! Or even pondered me being a Malay due to my really tanned complexion back then! Taiwanese, Japanese.. you named it.. most people say I've a pretty oriental face-features..
You bet.. Please, do continue previously..
More or less, the teachers in Bowen weren't bad teachers. They were hell lot of a passionate and hardworking lot. It's really true, that a school and her teachers doesn't account for the poor academic results. Rather, it was the students. My batch was a diligent batch that year. I recall my sec 4 physics teacher, Mr Selvarasoo, always reminded us, we were the "cream of the top"!
But then again, not being rude. But our former principal didn't gain much support from the students. Simply because evidently, she channeled huge funds in beautifying the school premises with flora and fauna. When she should have spent it on other essentials. Sigh~
Perhaps it's to provide a conducive environment for you students lah...
It's really ambiguous! Oops!
*laughter*
... To be continued
Thursday, March 08, 2007
De one with Education Saga (Ep 5)
Episode 5:
Previously on Education Saga...
At the age of 5 years old, Jason got admitted into the a kindergarden at a neighbourhood community centre. In his first stage of education, he learned how to make friends and about being independent. Perpetually, he developed his talent for art and liking to compete in sports, which combined elements of creativity and victory...
Later, Jason received his next phrase of education in Ang Mo Kio Primary School, where he'd learned more about his dislike for prefects, naive "childhood politics" and surprisingly, dwelling shallowly in being in touch with the "bad boy" in him...
If one would bother to look into his childhood, Jason was a rather mischievous boy. At tender age, he got admitted into Tan Tock Sheng hospital in the middle of the night, for spinning himself and vomited out of brutal dizziness...
And then in primary 3, he loved swinging on pull-up bars despite being warned it's dangerous. During an occasion, he fell front-flat when his friend decide to play a trick on him by holding his legs off the ground. He passed out for a couple of minutes...
He loved sitting on two legs of the chair, which resulted him to fall over...
During primary 5 and 6, he hang up with undesirable classmates at playgrounds after school and even went bowling...
For one thing, Jason didn't expect himself.... to get into a gangster secondary school...
Jason, I believe at the age of 13, you'd have the capacity to retain strong memories and feelings about the past. How did you feel when you started a brand new chapter in Bowen Secondary School?
Wuao.. I guess I must have been a bad and playful boy back then. I remember I hate having cheese moved and the whole idea that I had to move out of the cheese-emptied room, in search of the next new rooms. It was often accompanied by a session where I'd sit down with my mummy.
I had to admit mummy was kind enough to help me consider my choices. Unlike others, like my cousin, who didn't have such fortunate caring mothers. Besides, mummy always left the liberty to me, in choosing my course of education. In which, encompasses the institution.
To me, making choices for myself was a real big hasser and headache. Undeniably, it's a painful course in life which parents start to make us learn how to make choices for ourselves. I've only scored 203 for my PSLE, which wasn't brilliant. As I couldn't get into most desirable neighbourhood secondary schools like Anderson, Ang Mo Kio or Mayflower.
When my posting results arrived, I only remember I was abit perturbed that I got into my sixth choice.. Bowen.
Although I've been to the school (for photo-shoot and administration matters) once, I felt dreadful and nervous, attending the first official day at school. My daddy accompanied me to the school with plenty of strangers. He was very concerned with me, kept telling me to take care of myself when I was trying very hard to overcome my nervousness. In addition, I was afraid a parent-presence would embarrass me, as I'm already 13.
Now that you asked, I didn't quite recall much except there was alot of instructions and commanding us to move around here and there. There were a few ice-breakers held in classrooms, those which you have to stand up when it's your turn and introduce yourself to the class. It was ridiculous! I don't even remember how I made new friends back then. I believe, most were by chance... in favor. *wink*
Oh..I remember that, some think it as fun. I think it's dreadful too! I was exploding with stage-fright!
Ya..that's how I feel back then. I was nervous to the core. And partly because I was inferior of my obese appearance.
We've read your testimonials and it reflected that joining the military band attributed obvious significance in your secondary school life.
Well.. undeniably, yes. Being part of the school's most prestigious CCA (Core Curriculum Activities) painted a very vibrant and enriching chapter in my life.
My parents accompanied me to CCA orientation. We had conflicting interest. Mummy wanted me to join NCC (National Cadet Corps - the "childish version" of Army infantry), providing the reason that it would prepare me for nation service. Daddy wanted me to venture my horizons in Boys Brigade (the BB's) and Sports, which I have a hinch that he merely wanted me to fulfil what he didn't join during his time. Hehe. My cousin? She told me to consider NPCC (National Police Cadet Corps - "childplay" of Policeman). Jioto.. none of you were in those two which I mentioned?
*Roar-out laughter*
No no no! Omg...
Phew.. I meant no offences... I mean, seriously.. that's strictly, my way of "nicknaming" these organisational groups. Well, of course, I'm not stereotyping too.
*laughter commotion*
Well.. I hear NCC wasn't really good. They weren't disciplined as they portray themselves to be. They were so desperate to a level which they'd offer you free chicken drumsticks, to lure you into joining. BB's booth was manipulative. Their way of marketing really scares me. It beared so much resemblance to what those insurance companies are doing in public! I didn't want to join sports because I was demoralised with being fat and "I'm just not cut out to be an athlete" labeled on my forehead. Didn't want to join NPCC as I didn't want to be the same as my cousin.
And then... the band played loud and magnificently... to strike my light bulb alight and my eyes bright. Hehe.
Ohh yeah.. believe you care to bring us forth into this part about joining the band?
Perhaps I might say briefly about things regarding being a member in band... I met an incredible good friend, Alan; a girl I fell head over heels for.. and alot of Malay girl friends.
I do remember I was a real slow learner until my senior kinda lost his patience and left bruises on my arm. My sectional leader, Aden, always seemed troubled because I took very long to learn my rudiments and formation steps.
Funnily, people found me adorable instead of being disgusted by my chubbiness. Mainly because I was overly shy. Most particularly, it had got to do alot with this cute cap from Baseball. It had a lion push-toy at the front and a tail on the back. My instructor used to pull the tail in aiding me with my formation steps. Omg.
*blushes*
Aww...
That's so adorable!
There was this band camp during my secondary 1, where they had this "cross-dressing beauty contest". I represented the dancers' group. I think I won something. Ever since, I left quite an impression to them. Gee.. it was really embarrassing!
Omg! A boys' Beauty contest! What a fanatic competition!!
Yeah.. it was absurd..they made us wear fake-boobs and..gosh..
Oh.. no.. You've gotta be kidding me! Haha
*laughing*
Ahem.. well ok.. we've got terribly amusing start... stay tune for more during our next episode!
Previously on Education Saga...
At the age of 5 years old, Jason got admitted into the a kindergarden at a neighbourhood community centre. In his first stage of education, he learned how to make friends and about being independent. Perpetually, he developed his talent for art and liking to compete in sports, which combined elements of creativity and victory...
Later, Jason received his next phrase of education in Ang Mo Kio Primary School, where he'd learned more about his dislike for prefects, naive "childhood politics" and surprisingly, dwelling shallowly in being in touch with the "bad boy" in him...
If one would bother to look into his childhood, Jason was a rather mischievous boy. At tender age, he got admitted into Tan Tock Sheng hospital in the middle of the night, for spinning himself and vomited out of brutal dizziness...
And then in primary 3, he loved swinging on pull-up bars despite being warned it's dangerous. During an occasion, he fell front-flat when his friend decide to play a trick on him by holding his legs off the ground. He passed out for a couple of minutes...
He loved sitting on two legs of the chair, which resulted him to fall over...
During primary 5 and 6, he hang up with undesirable classmates at playgrounds after school and even went bowling...
For one thing, Jason didn't expect himself.... to get into a gangster secondary school...
Jason, I believe at the age of 13, you'd have the capacity to retain strong memories and feelings about the past. How did you feel when you started a brand new chapter in Bowen Secondary School?
Wuao.. I guess I must have been a bad and playful boy back then. I remember I hate having cheese moved and the whole idea that I had to move out of the cheese-emptied room, in search of the next new rooms. It was often accompanied by a session where I'd sit down with my mummy.
I had to admit mummy was kind enough to help me consider my choices. Unlike others, like my cousin, who didn't have such fortunate caring mothers. Besides, mummy always left the liberty to me, in choosing my course of education. In which, encompasses the institution.
To me, making choices for myself was a real big hasser and headache. Undeniably, it's a painful course in life which parents start to make us learn how to make choices for ourselves. I've only scored 203 for my PSLE, which wasn't brilliant. As I couldn't get into most desirable neighbourhood secondary schools like Anderson, Ang Mo Kio or Mayflower.
When my posting results arrived, I only remember I was abit perturbed that I got into my sixth choice.. Bowen.
Although I've been to the school (for photo-shoot and administration matters) once, I felt dreadful and nervous, attending the first official day at school. My daddy accompanied me to the school with plenty of strangers. He was very concerned with me, kept telling me to take care of myself when I was trying very hard to overcome my nervousness. In addition, I was afraid a parent-presence would embarrass me, as I'm already 13.
Now that you asked, I didn't quite recall much except there was alot of instructions and commanding us to move around here and there. There were a few ice-breakers held in classrooms, those which you have to stand up when it's your turn and introduce yourself to the class. It was ridiculous! I don't even remember how I made new friends back then. I believe, most were by chance... in favor. *wink*
Oh..I remember that, some think it as fun. I think it's dreadful too! I was exploding with stage-fright!
Ya..that's how I feel back then. I was nervous to the core. And partly because I was inferior of my obese appearance.
We've read your testimonials and it reflected that joining the military band attributed obvious significance in your secondary school life.
Well.. undeniably, yes. Being part of the school's most prestigious CCA (Core Curriculum Activities) painted a very vibrant and enriching chapter in my life.
My parents accompanied me to CCA orientation. We had conflicting interest. Mummy wanted me to join NCC (National Cadet Corps - the "childish version" of Army infantry), providing the reason that it would prepare me for nation service. Daddy wanted me to venture my horizons in Boys Brigade (the BB's) and Sports, which I have a hinch that he merely wanted me to fulfil what he didn't join during his time. Hehe. My cousin? She told me to consider NPCC (National Police Cadet Corps - "childplay" of Policeman). Jioto.. none of you were in those two which I mentioned?
*Roar-out laughter*
No no no! Omg...
Phew.. I meant no offences... I mean, seriously.. that's strictly, my way of "nicknaming" these organisational groups. Well, of course, I'm not stereotyping too.
*laughter commotion*
Well.. I hear NCC wasn't really good. They weren't disciplined as they portray themselves to be. They were so desperate to a level which they'd offer you free chicken drumsticks, to lure you into joining. BB's booth was manipulative. Their way of marketing really scares me. It beared so much resemblance to what those insurance companies are doing in public! I didn't want to join sports because I was demoralised with being fat and "I'm just not cut out to be an athlete" labeled on my forehead. Didn't want to join NPCC as I didn't want to be the same as my cousin.
And then... the band played loud and magnificently... to strike my light bulb alight and my eyes bright. Hehe.
Ohh yeah.. believe you care to bring us forth into this part about joining the band?
Perhaps I might say briefly about things regarding being a member in band... I met an incredible good friend, Alan; a girl I fell head over heels for.. and alot of Malay girl friends.
I do remember I was a real slow learner until my senior kinda lost his patience and left bruises on my arm. My sectional leader, Aden, always seemed troubled because I took very long to learn my rudiments and formation steps.
Funnily, people found me adorable instead of being disgusted by my chubbiness. Mainly because I was overly shy. Most particularly, it had got to do alot with this cute cap from Baseball. It had a lion push-toy at the front and a tail on the back. My instructor used to pull the tail in aiding me with my formation steps. Omg.
*blushes*
Aww...
That's so adorable!
There was this band camp during my secondary 1, where they had this "cross-dressing beauty contest". I represented the dancers' group. I think I won something. Ever since, I left quite an impression to them. Gee.. it was really embarrassing!
Omg! A boys' Beauty contest! What a fanatic competition!!
Yeah.. it was absurd..they made us wear fake-boobs and..gosh..
Oh.. no.. You've gotta be kidding me! Haha
*laughing*
Ahem.. well ok.. we've got terribly amusing start... stay tune for more during our next episode!
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