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
Saturday, March 10, 2007
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!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
De one with Chingay
Parade after rain
Wuao.. suddenly, I logged on to type a new blog entry and everything changed.. especially the dear tools which I could have used to make my blog more colourful and various fronts. *Sigh*
Well..nevermind. Hope it wouldn't bite to continue.. Yesterday was "人日". According to the lunar calendar, it signifies the birthday of every chinese.
Honey and I met at Chinatown for 45 mins. Telepathically, both of us were contented despite the short time of meeting as we were bounded by our after-appointments. We left after a short discussion over how our "engagement rings" were gonna be, over ice-tea session at Central's Starbucks.
I then took a train via Clark Quey station before changing to North-south line towards Orchard. Just during onboard the train at Douby Gaut, there was this indespicably selfish plump auntie who refused to move it even there was alot of space behind her. She practically stepped into the train, grabbed the nearest pole from the entrance and stood still. Omg! The people behind me were pushing me in.. the train's crowded too. Left with no choice, I had to squeeze myself through and the auntie just "zhe-r" me. Omg. For once, I feel like slapping her. I mean, she was in the wrong obviously as she refused to move in. The UNGLAMOROUS truth surfaced when she got off the next stop. My goodness, heaven have mercy on her. Oops! I can't believe.. for once I have the frustrating view as my Honey on inconsiderate people like her.
It didn't took long to rain by the time I arrived at Orchard MRT. Mohan was late. Due to his ambiguous sms reply, stating that he was coming by bus and alighting at the stop opposite Orchard, I proceeded to the busstop behind Wisma. Unfortunately, he was stopping at the busstop in front of Tangs. When we finally met, I was already complaining about my awful encounter with the inconsideratee.
En route to PS (Plaza Singapura), I dropped by Le Meridien to purchase some lovely gifts. Shhh! It's a secret!
We visited Manhattan Fish Market, a restaurant both of us have never been to in PS (Plaza Singapura). The food was rather disappointing. It tasted nothing unique. For what I thought it was just shadowing Fish N Co. Well.. both of us reached a concensus that Fish N Co was better. We should have patronised Fish N Co. Ohh.. Mohan came out unglamorous-ly, wearing his slippers in opposite sides.
In search of new clothings to buy and get away from increasing crowd at Orchard, both of us advanced to VivoCity. Sigh. It didn't take us very long before we were back at Orchard again since we couldn't find appealing. In fact, we did. Mohan wanted to get a new tie for his upcoming presentation in campus. We spotted this silvery and blue tie at Zara. Apparently, he didn't want to buy it on the spot since he was financially tight for the moment. I suggested paying for him first in view that the tie might be sold out by the time he make a long trip back on another occasion. He stood firm on his polite refusal. Ha.
On our way back to Orchard, we wanted to catch a movie at the Cathay. However, the timing wasn't helpful as we didn't want to go home too late. Scrapped the idea aside, we headed to Orchard Road where the Chingay parade had just started. As expected, the entire road was super crowded. We did managed to see our President waving at us!
Mohan displayed his 2nd unglamorous thing lah.. he was "woohoo-ing" when the parade's commentator announced for the audience to make some noise. Funnily, he did so even surrounding participation wasn't good enough.
Didn't know we were too distracted or disorientated bypassing the crowd, we over-shot Zara. By the time we realised this, we were cluelessly at Wisma. Omg. Honey's response to our "coming and going back" shopping route, surfaced in my mind again! "We really got nothing better to do". Hehehe. Disappointingly, Zara at Ngee Ann City didn't sell the tie we saw at Vivo. We went to Grammaphone where I finally got my hands on Desperate Housewives (something I'm growing interest in since Friends.) After that, both of us make a stop at Popular where Mohan got a case for his new IMac before proceeded to coffee at Starbucks Suntec.
Chingay.. recall I was involved once in 1999 when I was in secondary 2. It was a band display performance. My first time walking along the entire stretch of Orchard road, the glaring spotlight shining and the crowded atmosphere watching us. Gee.. it was unforgettable, eye-opening, fun..and abit tiring experience since we had to play non-stop drum solos from one stop to the next. There were a total of 4-5 stops!
I was even caught on TV. That very night when I got home, my family said I was on TV. The next day I went to school, my teachers and schoolmates told me so. They commented I looked very serious, stern.. and cute. (Ok, please try not to puke. I'm merely relating others' comments) Guess what? I heard so much commotion about this but till date, I've not even seen the footage. *Sob*
This year, I was there live personally where the parade commenced. What's new? Instead of starting from Tangs (what they normally do), they started from both ends of Orchard road. And there was lighting of fire-crackers.. And the President of Singapore was involved. Outstandingly interesting!!
Seriously, what does Chingay means? Does it means it's a festive for Chinese to feel joyous about? For the past 21 years of my life, I'm still clueless about it... =S
Wuao.. suddenly, I logged on to type a new blog entry and everything changed.. especially the dear tools which I could have used to make my blog more colourful and various fronts. *Sigh*
Well..nevermind. Hope it wouldn't bite to continue.. Yesterday was "人日". According to the lunar calendar, it signifies the birthday of every chinese.
Honey and I met at Chinatown for 45 mins. Telepathically, both of us were contented despite the short time of meeting as we were bounded by our after-appointments. We left after a short discussion over how our "engagement rings" were gonna be, over ice-tea session at Central's Starbucks.
I then took a train via Clark Quey station before changing to North-south line towards Orchard. Just during onboard the train at Douby Gaut, there was this indespicably selfish plump auntie who refused to move it even there was alot of space behind her. She practically stepped into the train, grabbed the nearest pole from the entrance and stood still. Omg! The people behind me were pushing me in.. the train's crowded too. Left with no choice, I had to squeeze myself through and the auntie just "zhe-r" me. Omg. For once, I feel like slapping her. I mean, she was in the wrong obviously as she refused to move in. The UNGLAMOROUS truth surfaced when she got off the next stop. My goodness, heaven have mercy on her. Oops! I can't believe.. for once I have the frustrating view as my Honey on inconsiderate people like her.
It didn't took long to rain by the time I arrived at Orchard MRT. Mohan was late. Due to his ambiguous sms reply, stating that he was coming by bus and alighting at the stop opposite Orchard, I proceeded to the busstop behind Wisma. Unfortunately, he was stopping at the busstop in front of Tangs. When we finally met, I was already complaining about my awful encounter with the inconsideratee.
En route to PS (Plaza Singapura), I dropped by Le Meridien to purchase some lovely gifts. Shhh! It's a secret!
We visited Manhattan Fish Market, a restaurant both of us have never been to in PS (Plaza Singapura). The food was rather disappointing. It tasted nothing unique. For what I thought it was just shadowing Fish N Co. Well.. both of us reached a concensus that Fish N Co was better. We should have patronised Fish N Co. Ohh.. Mohan came out unglamorous-ly, wearing his slippers in opposite sides.
In search of new clothings to buy and get away from increasing crowd at Orchard, both of us advanced to VivoCity. Sigh. It didn't take us very long before we were back at Orchard again since we couldn't find appealing. In fact, we did. Mohan wanted to get a new tie for his upcoming presentation in campus. We spotted this silvery and blue tie at Zara. Apparently, he didn't want to buy it on the spot since he was financially tight for the moment. I suggested paying for him first in view that the tie might be sold out by the time he make a long trip back on another occasion. He stood firm on his polite refusal. Ha.
On our way back to Orchard, we wanted to catch a movie at the Cathay. However, the timing wasn't helpful as we didn't want to go home too late. Scrapped the idea aside, we headed to Orchard Road where the Chingay parade had just started. As expected, the entire road was super crowded. We did managed to see our President waving at us!
Mohan displayed his 2nd unglamorous thing lah.. he was "woohoo-ing" when the parade's commentator announced for the audience to make some noise. Funnily, he did so even surrounding participation wasn't good enough.
Didn't know we were too distracted or disorientated bypassing the crowd, we over-shot Zara. By the time we realised this, we were cluelessly at Wisma. Omg. Honey's response to our "coming and going back" shopping route, surfaced in my mind again! "We really got nothing better to do". Hehehe. Disappointingly, Zara at Ngee Ann City didn't sell the tie we saw at Vivo. We went to Grammaphone where I finally got my hands on Desperate Housewives (something I'm growing interest in since Friends.) After that, both of us make a stop at Popular where Mohan got a case for his new IMac before proceeded to coffee at Starbucks Suntec.
Chingay.. recall I was involved once in 1999 when I was in secondary 2. It was a band display performance. My first time walking along the entire stretch of Orchard road, the glaring spotlight shining and the crowded atmosphere watching us. Gee.. it was unforgettable, eye-opening, fun..and abit tiring experience since we had to play non-stop drum solos from one stop to the next. There were a total of 4-5 stops!
I was even caught on TV. That very night when I got home, my family said I was on TV. The next day I went to school, my teachers and schoolmates told me so. They commented I looked very serious, stern.. and cute. (Ok, please try not to puke. I'm merely relating others' comments) Guess what? I heard so much commotion about this but till date, I've not even seen the footage. *Sob*
This year, I was there live personally where the parade commenced. What's new? Instead of starting from Tangs (what they normally do), they started from both ends of Orchard road. And there was lighting of fire-crackers.. And the President of Singapore was involved. Outstandingly interesting!!
Seriously, what does Chingay means? Does it means it's a festive for Chinese to feel joyous about? For the past 21 years of my life, I'm still clueless about it... =S
Friday, February 23, 2007
De one with Fragments of Family
Heart at contrary to the sunny weather
What's in a family? To many, it's related to home, related to our hearts and in which we find our loved ones. Not just anyone.. it's people who care and mean alot to us.. people we cohabit with at least 10 years of our lives.
However, it's not always as ideal as we impression-ed the word "family" to be. In this pragmatic world, there are alot of families which are far from our common and general perspective. And whatever differs from the norm, it's deemed as abnormal. Therefore, what makes of those which are not in convergence with Family?
That's why broken-families exists. Of course, all of us know what broken-families means. Hence, I'm not going to elaborate what type of broken-families are there. Instead, consideration should be dedicated to why broken-families surface and how directly-involved parties feels. But then how am I going to blog about this? Here are from personal experiences...
What's the difference between "single parent family" and "family with single parent"?
I remember telling my Honey on our first meeting that I was from a single parent family. Honey clarified and explained that only divorce cases caused single parent family. That's a form of broken family. In my case, it'd more appropriated and unambiguous to say I came from a family with single parent.
For those who didn't know, my mummy passed away when I was 19 and serving NS then. She passed away due to heart failure after jogging. Unfortunately, didn't get to see her for a last time as I was in Thailand, fighting assessments for my battalion.
What makes mine a broken-family then?
Well... simply because my existing family is incomplete. Presently, things have changed alot. My daddy's a really selfish person. He cares little for us, chucking my down-sydrome younger brother, Jimson, to my big aunt. Both my brother and I are currently putting up at my petty uncle's house as our granny are there.
As expected, living in other's house, you'll feel bounded by their house rules or "see their attitudes". Good or bad, you have to take it. I was never in good terms with my uncle. He's another selfish, old-fashioned old man who likes to nag for the sake of scolding others.
Due to this, I feel rebellious. Until recently, I've thought of shifting out. Otherwise, die...
I feel unhappy. Because it feels as if my daddy and my uncle are at wars with each other. Not a direct war. It's an indirect war, conspiring-ly using me as a medium. I hate this feeling. Until today, after hearing another round of shu ku (complaining or distress-pouring in Mandarin) from my big-aunt, it occurred to me that my uncle's making my stay miserable, intended to get back at my daddy for making my original place a mess (that's why the petty uncle think it's unfair to have my brother and I, living at his house when we are supposed to live at our original home)
Sigh... I hate this. I supposed uncle used the same unspoken torture on my mummy. That's why she developed stress and signs of hypertension (which inevitably, caused her to strive in jogging, to curb her unfavourable health). Sigh.
And the money issued... sigh. I hate all these. Why should wealth or financial issues be calculated so clearly in a family. Don't you agree, I came from a broken-family?
Fragments of family scarring my heart, forcing me bleed intangibly with blood non-visible.
Even so, the battered and frail heart burns with raging agony.. smeared with intense loss and confusion like salt sprinkled on fresh wounds. O.. the lamentable cold chill breeze of fear, exterminating my hard-earned joy, leaving me with nothing but absolute loneliness as I remain imprisoned in a "broken-family".
Hope the above covered the part of how directly-involved parties feels.
Before concluding, I'd like to include other images... abuses cases... abandon... home-leaving...
When will the rainbow appear in the lives of those hurt... when...
What's in a family? To many, it's related to home, related to our hearts and in which we find our loved ones. Not just anyone.. it's people who care and mean alot to us.. people we cohabit with at least 10 years of our lives.
However, it's not always as ideal as we impression-ed the word "family" to be. In this pragmatic world, there are alot of families which are far from our common and general perspective. And whatever differs from the norm, it's deemed as abnormal. Therefore, what makes of those which are not in convergence with Family?
That's why broken-families exists. Of course, all of us know what broken-families means. Hence, I'm not going to elaborate what type of broken-families are there. Instead, consideration should be dedicated to why broken-families surface and how directly-involved parties feels. But then how am I going to blog about this? Here are from personal experiences...
What's the difference between "single parent family" and "family with single parent"?
I remember telling my Honey on our first meeting that I was from a single parent family. Honey clarified and explained that only divorce cases caused single parent family. That's a form of broken family. In my case, it'd more appropriated and unambiguous to say I came from a family with single parent.
For those who didn't know, my mummy passed away when I was 19 and serving NS then. She passed away due to heart failure after jogging. Unfortunately, didn't get to see her for a last time as I was in Thailand, fighting assessments for my battalion.
What makes mine a broken-family then?
Well... simply because my existing family is incomplete. Presently, things have changed alot. My daddy's a really selfish person. He cares little for us, chucking my down-sydrome younger brother, Jimson, to my big aunt. Both my brother and I are currently putting up at my petty uncle's house as our granny are there.
As expected, living in other's house, you'll feel bounded by their house rules or "see their attitudes". Good or bad, you have to take it. I was never in good terms with my uncle. He's another selfish, old-fashioned old man who likes to nag for the sake of scolding others.
Due to this, I feel rebellious. Until recently, I've thought of shifting out. Otherwise, die...
I feel unhappy. Because it feels as if my daddy and my uncle are at wars with each other. Not a direct war. It's an indirect war, conspiring-ly using me as a medium. I hate this feeling. Until today, after hearing another round of shu ku (complaining or distress-pouring in Mandarin) from my big-aunt, it occurred to me that my uncle's making my stay miserable, intended to get back at my daddy for making my original place a mess (that's why the petty uncle think it's unfair to have my brother and I, living at his house when we are supposed to live at our original home)
Sigh... I hate this. I supposed uncle used the same unspoken torture on my mummy. That's why she developed stress and signs of hypertension (which inevitably, caused her to strive in jogging, to curb her unfavourable health). Sigh.
And the money issued... sigh. I hate all these. Why should wealth or financial issues be calculated so clearly in a family. Don't you agree, I came from a broken-family?
Fragments of family scarring my heart, forcing me bleed intangibly with blood non-visible.
Even so, the battered and frail heart burns with raging agony.. smeared with intense loss and confusion like salt sprinkled on fresh wounds. O.. the lamentable cold chill breeze of fear, exterminating my hard-earned joy, leaving me with nothing but absolute loneliness as I remain imprisoned in a "broken-family".
Hope the above covered the part of how directly-involved parties feels.
Before concluding, I'd like to include other images... abuses cases... abandon... home-leaving...
When will the rainbow appear in the lives of those hurt... when...
Thursday, February 22, 2007
De one with Chinese New Year (2007)
Hot and Prosperity
Happy Chinese New Year! How's the lunar year of the Pig for you? Well, mine's pretty enjoyable though the festive spirit's getting dull annually. So does the amount of Ang Bao ( Red packets in Hokkien) being collected.
Anyway, you must be wondering how I celebrated this festive holidays since CNY eve last Saturday. Amazingly, I spent a magical time with someone really special this year. We met some friends and literally squeezed ourselves through the sardine-packed crowd along the "Chinatown Bazaar". Although it feel rather uneasy with all the perspiring and occasional frustration of being stuck in the abyss of humans, our hands bonded tightly as though undivided as we strive our way through the terrible human traffic!
Well, tradition held that one should spend CNY eve at individual own homes. Begged to differ, I spent the night at special someone's house (Hmmm.. no cheeky ideas hor). So on and so forth..before I know it, I've spent 4 delightful nights staying out. Oops.
In these 4 days, we watched Jack Neo's lastest local production, "Just Follow Law" at Eng Wah, Suntec. The show was hilarious, close to our hearts (especially for those working) and touching. Of course, we knew there were more shadowed areas in the practical government society which wasn't depicted in the film, openly. Nevertheless, the movie never failed to issue some of the "unspoken rules" and the ridiculous attitudes of workers in Singapore society.
What's "CC" in email? It means "cheei ca ching" ("Covering up the mess" or "clean backside" literally in Hokkien). "Bcc"? Better cc.. haha
Other activities included eating alot of Carl's Junior. Omg. Twice in these 4 days period. Haha. Shopping (bought two Levis Tees) and visiting "River Ang Bao" at Marine Bay. Fantastic!!
As I always said, everything is life is balanced. The joy was compensated with the undesirable pain having to stay at home and continue the battle with this bitter old man. Well... feel like moving out.. (well, who doesn't possess such rebellious thoughts before, right?) In my case, however, I supposed I meant it. And intended not to inform anyone, should I decide to shift out.
Oki.. that's all for this blog for those "hungry" die-hard fans for my blogs. Hehe.. just kidding. Wish everyone a prosperous, peaceful and smooth-sailing year ahead!
Happy Chinese New Year! How's the lunar year of the Pig for you? Well, mine's pretty enjoyable though the festive spirit's getting dull annually. So does the amount of Ang Bao ( Red packets in Hokkien) being collected.
Anyway, you must be wondering how I celebrated this festive holidays since CNY eve last Saturday. Amazingly, I spent a magical time with someone really special this year. We met some friends and literally squeezed ourselves through the sardine-packed crowd along the "Chinatown Bazaar". Although it feel rather uneasy with all the perspiring and occasional frustration of being stuck in the abyss of humans, our hands bonded tightly as though undivided as we strive our way through the terrible human traffic!
Well, tradition held that one should spend CNY eve at individual own homes. Begged to differ, I spent the night at special someone's house (Hmmm.. no cheeky ideas hor). So on and so forth..before I know it, I've spent 4 delightful nights staying out. Oops.
In these 4 days, we watched Jack Neo's lastest local production, "Just Follow Law" at Eng Wah, Suntec. The show was hilarious, close to our hearts (especially for those working) and touching. Of course, we knew there were more shadowed areas in the practical government society which wasn't depicted in the film, openly. Nevertheless, the movie never failed to issue some of the "unspoken rules" and the ridiculous attitudes of workers in Singapore society.
What's "CC" in email? It means "cheei ca ching" ("Covering up the mess" or "clean backside" literally in Hokkien). "Bcc"? Better cc.. haha
Other activities included eating alot of Carl's Junior. Omg. Twice in these 4 days period. Haha. Shopping (bought two Levis Tees) and visiting "River Ang Bao" at Marine Bay. Fantastic!!
As I always said, everything is life is balanced. The joy was compensated with the undesirable pain having to stay at home and continue the battle with this bitter old man. Well... feel like moving out.. (well, who doesn't possess such rebellious thoughts before, right?) In my case, however, I supposed I meant it. And intended not to inform anyone, should I decide to shift out.
Oki.. that's all for this blog for those "hungry" die-hard fans for my blogs. Hehe.. just kidding. Wish everyone a prosperous, peaceful and smooth-sailing year ahead!
Monday, February 05, 2007
De one with Education Saga (Ep4)
Episode 4:
Last episode, we ended with a rather exclusive insight into Primary school days in Ang Mo Kio Primary school. Well, I believe our teachers have an impact, be it directly or indirectly, on our results and conduct in school. Undeniable, it's even crucial from our early years which is in primary school where we're growing.
Maybe you might give us the honor of sharing your experiences with primary school teachers, Jason...
Erm.. I was a rather quiet and obedient boy (except the unfortunate incident in Pr 3). Overall, my teachers comment in my report book, describing me as a diligent, responsible and polite student.
There were a few teachers I enjoy attending their classes. For example, my chinese teacher, Mrs Lee, who taught me in Pr 1,2, 5 and 6. My form teachers, Miss Soh and Mr Chew, in Pr 4 and 5 respectively. They dote on me alot. I remember on teachers' day, I got my late-mummy to give Miss Soh a box of jewellery.
Of course, not forgetting, I used to dislike this Pr 3 chinese teacher. Because of him, my chinese grades begun to drop. Thank goodness, Mrs Lee helped me in improving later.
Jason, according to our findings, you were always ranked top 3 during Pr 5 and 6? Wuao.
Gee.. nothing much. During Pr 5 and 6, there were two other foreign students (Indonesian and Hongkonger) who were dominating our class' result. I guess being in 3rd position sorta gave us locals some pride. Hehe.
Certainly hope so...
You mentioned you dislike prefects right? So did you hold any leadership appointments?
Well... I was nominated monitor in Pr 5. Other than that, I wasn't that prominent as a leader.
Jason, you're so slim now.. looking at some of your past photos, you look rather obese when you were 12 years old..
Ya... Sigh.. I gotten fat due to my overseas trips and frequent unhealthy meals from Mac Donalds and Western food. Omg. Hehe. I remember there was once I nearly got into the tuft club (a club to help those to reduce being overweight). I didn't really like that. It was rather embarrassing an troublesome because the club required the members to run around the school every morning (when you are in morning shift and in the evening, if you're in afternoon shift).
You're so different now.. look at you!
*smiley smiley*
Thank you Jason. We're afraid that's all we have for this episode. However, do stay tune for the Saga Ep 5 as we step up to talk about an even more interesting milestone in education: Secondary School life!!
Last episode, we ended with a rather exclusive insight into Primary school days in Ang Mo Kio Primary school. Well, I believe our teachers have an impact, be it directly or indirectly, on our results and conduct in school. Undeniable, it's even crucial from our early years which is in primary school where we're growing.
Maybe you might give us the honor of sharing your experiences with primary school teachers, Jason...
Erm.. I was a rather quiet and obedient boy (except the unfortunate incident in Pr 3). Overall, my teachers comment in my report book, describing me as a diligent, responsible and polite student.
There were a few teachers I enjoy attending their classes. For example, my chinese teacher, Mrs Lee, who taught me in Pr 1,2, 5 and 6. My form teachers, Miss Soh and Mr Chew, in Pr 4 and 5 respectively. They dote on me alot. I remember on teachers' day, I got my late-mummy to give Miss Soh a box of jewellery.
Of course, not forgetting, I used to dislike this Pr 3 chinese teacher. Because of him, my chinese grades begun to drop. Thank goodness, Mrs Lee helped me in improving later.
Jason, according to our findings, you were always ranked top 3 during Pr 5 and 6? Wuao.
Gee.. nothing much. During Pr 5 and 6, there were two other foreign students (Indonesian and Hongkonger) who were dominating our class' result. I guess being in 3rd position sorta gave us locals some pride. Hehe.
Certainly hope so...
You mentioned you dislike prefects right? So did you hold any leadership appointments?
Well... I was nominated monitor in Pr 5. Other than that, I wasn't that prominent as a leader.
Jason, you're so slim now.. looking at some of your past photos, you look rather obese when you were 12 years old..
Ya... Sigh.. I gotten fat due to my overseas trips and frequent unhealthy meals from Mac Donalds and Western food. Omg. Hehe. I remember there was once I nearly got into the tuft club (a club to help those to reduce being overweight). I didn't really like that. It was rather embarrassing an troublesome because the club required the members to run around the school every morning (when you are in morning shift and in the evening, if you're in afternoon shift).
You're so different now.. look at you!
*smiley smiley*
Thank you Jason. We're afraid that's all we have for this episode. However, do stay tune for the Saga Ep 5 as we step up to talk about an even more interesting milestone in education: Secondary School life!!
Saturday, February 03, 2007
De one with Education Saga (Ep3)
Episode 3:
After a few weeks of break, the education saga is back again!
Yup, I must agree that must have been a long break and not forgetting, our patrons must have awaited for the continual installation of the exclusive featured saga.
To provide a background for those who've just tuned in, the last two installations talked about Jason's education journal throughout kindergarten education.
We couldn't agree more that it was pretty interesting plus abit of kin affection and bits of the child's unforgettable virgin taste of victory. Once again, we have Jason here to fetch us more into the next 6 years of education in primary school.
Now, Jason, care telling us which institution were you enrolled into for your 6 years of primary education?
I was in Ang Mo Kio Primary School from 1992 till 1997. From which I graduated with my PSLE of grades 2As and 2Bs.
Apparently, the primary school shifted its building twice. I recall receiving my Pr. 1 and 2 in the previous Mayflower primary school campus (used to be behind Bowen Secondary School at AMK Ave 3). After which, Pr 4 till PSLE examinations were all at the site where the new Mayflower secondary school is located.
That's pretty good introduction. *laughter*
Well, you mentioned you were pretty reliant on your family members back in k1 and 2. How did you cope when you were in Primary 1 or 2 then?
Surprisingly, I managed to stop crying when I didn't get to have my granny by my side all the time. However, my granny and poor cousin always made a trip to visit my during recess time. And we managed to contact each other since the canteen and the outside premises were only seperated by a hall-lengthened gate. My granny told of that I didn't know how to order food from the canteen. Omg. *Blush*
Another thing to include, my granny had to accompany me to and fro school even till primary 5. Remember she'll carry my heavy bag...
Aww...
Ya.. and it was really.. I'm really overly grateful for her taking care of me. I recall my teachers used to complain about the overly heavy bags I carry to school because I was a very Kia si ( Scare of dying or losing in Hokkien) conscientious student.
Well... Haha..what about Pr 6?
Oh.. I found a friend, Qiu Luan, this girl who I would got to school and back everyday. Well... we were good friends.. I know what you're going to ask.. but we were no further than just friends. =)
What about getting your own food? Were there any trouble?
Back then.. Yes initially.. until progressive Pr 2 or 3 onwards, it got better as I adapt to the place.
I remember my pocket money was $1.20. Hehe. 50 cents for curry puff. 50 cents for Yakult drink and the remaining 20 cents was spend on a packet of salty biscuit. Seriously, I don't know why I only stick to eating curry puff. Hehe.
As I advanced into higher primary.. I learn how to order noodles (yellow noodles in soup with lots of chili) and even a packet of fries from the malay store. Ooh..and fruits.. watermelon.. my favourite back then.. with a generous sprinkle of sour plum powder.. yummy!
Watermelon with sour plum powder..haha that's something special..
From our understanding, the concept of having students to join core curriculum activities (formerly known as ECA : Extra-curriculum activities) was introduced during your primary 3 or 4 years. Throughout those years, which ECAs were you involved in? And perhaps, share your experiences and feelings?
Oh. Joined Computer Club in Pr. 3 and 4. I didn't know what else to join since I wasn't a sporty person. It was nothing much. Just learning how to type words into this old version of software which allows us to print out banners on A4 size paper. It was really pretty back-dated.
Then during my last two years, I joined Choir as I was pretty inclined to the Arts and music. Initially, I wanted to join the band. However, the timings clashed as I was in the afternoon shifts. So the only thing left was to land myself in choir.
It was pretty interesting. I can't remember how I got through it. But there's a particular song I hate the most as the teachers rehearse us over and over again, in preparation for a school performance. Omg. The song was.. I think.. Orchid song..
There were others I wanted to join. For example AVA club.
Oh! Not forgetting, I performed well during this Safety Pedestrian Test that I was selected to be a road monitor during Pr. 5 and 6. Haha.
Road monitor.. wuao.. Jason, you had your first victory in puzzle fixing during nursery education. So what achievements did you achieve during your primary school days?
I'll just name a few... Hmm.. I was enrolled in a Hand-writing competition during Pr 2. Think I won consolation prize. Omg.
I scored pretty high for my project for social studies twice during Pr 4 and 5. Primary 4's project I submitted a statue of Sir Stamford Raffles (which was ruined by some naughty kids) with major help from my late-mummy. *grin* Primary 5's project was entirely done by me. It was a hand drawn world map on a styrofoam board. Then I slit standing pieces of paper on which places or significant landmarks of different countries were drawn it. Got the idea from the sticker gift set on my trips overseas back then.
As usual, for arts, I was involved in a few inter-school competition such as representing school in a national arts competition (didn't win *sob*) and mirror-drawing (got consolation prize because all my teammates weren't cooperative) =\
I see.. I see..
Speaking of which, alot of us will never forget the agony, otherwise, most feared event during our primary school years - Immunisation (aka BCG injection). Maybe you may tell us your personal experiences?
It was during primary 1. Omg. I was nervous but amazingly, I didn't cry on twice occasions. Ha!
I could never forget, the atmosphere was very tense as we didn't know what to expect. During my first immunisation, they kept telling us, it will just feel like an ant bite. Well..it turned out to be as described (for me) and after which will be accompanied by a burning effect beneath the skin.
And of course, it was pretty an "eye"opener to see tall and bigger sized boys crying after the injection. Omg. Hehe.
Thankfully, I only had one BCG injection mark. Hehe.
Strong and healthy boy! Haha.
Huh.. no lah *blush* Perhaps it's because of this that I didn't grow tall..
Oh my.. No! It's a mis-perception. Jason, were you ever punished during Primary schooling days?
Oh.. yes! Embarrassingly, during Pr 3, I was given a slap on the face because I was really mischievous. My former teacher told us to keep quiet and she counted down 3, 2, 1 before she takes any disciplinary action. Out of my mind..or for the fun of it, I "parroted" after her counting down. End up, I got slapped.
And more importantly, I DETEST prefects back then. I remember I'll make life difficult for them, make funny faces at them because prefects were impressioned to be snobs and "tripods" (translation from "Sah Ka" in Hokkien meaning Bootlickers). Frankly, I don't know why I dislike them so much. Haha.
Omg, Jason.. can't imagine you as a noti-boy.
Well, it's even unexpected. During Pr 6, I actually mix and hang around playgrounds with those ah Bengs and ah Lians after school. I even associated myself in a "family game" with them. Omg. Now that I think back.. I MUST HAVE BEEN OUT OF MY MIND. Hehehe
... but why you didn't turn bad?
Well.. perhaps it's due to my up-bringing. Must be thankful to my parents and granny.
*tearing in my eyes*
Nan Ren bu Huai, Nui ren bu ai... so were there any girls you like during then?
Err..hehe.. I liked this easy-going and outspoken girl, Samantha.. she was pretty. Well.. it was just mere childish crush. I remember she like the Spice Girls.. that's when I started to listen and kinda like Spice girls back then. Craze...
*Laughter*
Well, it's about time we wrapped up this episode. In our next episode, we will be bringing you insights to Jason's favourite primary school teachers and more - adventurous events!!
To be continued...
After a few weeks of break, the education saga is back again!
Yup, I must agree that must have been a long break and not forgetting, our patrons must have awaited for the continual installation of the exclusive featured saga.
To provide a background for those who've just tuned in, the last two installations talked about Jason's education journal throughout kindergarten education.
We couldn't agree more that it was pretty interesting plus abit of kin affection and bits of the child's unforgettable virgin taste of victory. Once again, we have Jason here to fetch us more into the next 6 years of education in primary school.
Now, Jason, care telling us which institution were you enrolled into for your 6 years of primary education?
I was in Ang Mo Kio Primary School from 1992 till 1997. From which I graduated with my PSLE of grades 2As and 2Bs.
Apparently, the primary school shifted its building twice. I recall receiving my Pr. 1 and 2 in the previous Mayflower primary school campus (used to be behind Bowen Secondary School at AMK Ave 3). After which, Pr 4 till PSLE examinations were all at the site where the new Mayflower secondary school is located.
That's pretty good introduction. *laughter*
Well, you mentioned you were pretty reliant on your family members back in k1 and 2. How did you cope when you were in Primary 1 or 2 then?
Surprisingly, I managed to stop crying when I didn't get to have my granny by my side all the time. However, my granny and poor cousin always made a trip to visit my during recess time. And we managed to contact each other since the canteen and the outside premises were only seperated by a hall-lengthened gate. My granny told of that I didn't know how to order food from the canteen. Omg. *Blush*
Another thing to include, my granny had to accompany me to and fro school even till primary 5. Remember she'll carry my heavy bag...
Aww...
Ya.. and it was really.. I'm really overly grateful for her taking care of me. I recall my teachers used to complain about the overly heavy bags I carry to school because I was a very Kia si ( Scare of dying or losing in Hokkien) conscientious student.
Well... Haha..what about Pr 6?
Oh.. I found a friend, Qiu Luan, this girl who I would got to school and back everyday. Well... we were good friends.. I know what you're going to ask.. but we were no further than just friends. =)
What about getting your own food? Were there any trouble?
Back then.. Yes initially.. until progressive Pr 2 or 3 onwards, it got better as I adapt to the place.
I remember my pocket money was $1.20. Hehe. 50 cents for curry puff. 50 cents for Yakult drink and the remaining 20 cents was spend on a packet of salty biscuit. Seriously, I don't know why I only stick to eating curry puff. Hehe.
As I advanced into higher primary.. I learn how to order noodles (yellow noodles in soup with lots of chili) and even a packet of fries from the malay store. Ooh..and fruits.. watermelon.. my favourite back then.. with a generous sprinkle of sour plum powder.. yummy!
Watermelon with sour plum powder..haha that's something special..
From our understanding, the concept of having students to join core curriculum activities (formerly known as ECA : Extra-curriculum activities) was introduced during your primary 3 or 4 years. Throughout those years, which ECAs were you involved in? And perhaps, share your experiences and feelings?
Oh. Joined Computer Club in Pr. 3 and 4. I didn't know what else to join since I wasn't a sporty person. It was nothing much. Just learning how to type words into this old version of software which allows us to print out banners on A4 size paper. It was really pretty back-dated.
Then during my last two years, I joined Choir as I was pretty inclined to the Arts and music. Initially, I wanted to join the band. However, the timings clashed as I was in the afternoon shifts. So the only thing left was to land myself in choir.
It was pretty interesting. I can't remember how I got through it. But there's a particular song I hate the most as the teachers rehearse us over and over again, in preparation for a school performance. Omg. The song was.. I think.. Orchid song..
There were others I wanted to join. For example AVA club.
Oh! Not forgetting, I performed well during this Safety Pedestrian Test that I was selected to be a road monitor during Pr. 5 and 6. Haha.
Road monitor.. wuao.. Jason, you had your first victory in puzzle fixing during nursery education. So what achievements did you achieve during your primary school days?
I'll just name a few... Hmm.. I was enrolled in a Hand-writing competition during Pr 2. Think I won consolation prize. Omg.
I scored pretty high for my project for social studies twice during Pr 4 and 5. Primary 4's project I submitted a statue of Sir Stamford Raffles (which was ruined by some naughty kids) with major help from my late-mummy. *grin* Primary 5's project was entirely done by me. It was a hand drawn world map on a styrofoam board. Then I slit standing pieces of paper on which places or significant landmarks of different countries were drawn it. Got the idea from the sticker gift set on my trips overseas back then.
As usual, for arts, I was involved in a few inter-school competition such as representing school in a national arts competition (didn't win *sob*) and mirror-drawing (got consolation prize because all my teammates weren't cooperative) =\
I see.. I see..
Speaking of which, alot of us will never forget the agony, otherwise, most feared event during our primary school years - Immunisation (aka BCG injection). Maybe you may tell us your personal experiences?
It was during primary 1. Omg. I was nervous but amazingly, I didn't cry on twice occasions. Ha!
I could never forget, the atmosphere was very tense as we didn't know what to expect. During my first immunisation, they kept telling us, it will just feel like an ant bite. Well..it turned out to be as described (for me) and after which will be accompanied by a burning effect beneath the skin.
And of course, it was pretty an "eye"opener to see tall and bigger sized boys crying after the injection. Omg. Hehe.
Thankfully, I only had one BCG injection mark. Hehe.
Strong and healthy boy! Haha.
Huh.. no lah *blush* Perhaps it's because of this that I didn't grow tall..
Oh my.. No! It's a mis-perception. Jason, were you ever punished during Primary schooling days?
Oh.. yes! Embarrassingly, during Pr 3, I was given a slap on the face because I was really mischievous. My former teacher told us to keep quiet and she counted down 3, 2, 1 before she takes any disciplinary action. Out of my mind..or for the fun of it, I "parroted" after her counting down. End up, I got slapped.
And more importantly, I DETEST prefects back then. I remember I'll make life difficult for them, make funny faces at them because prefects were impressioned to be snobs and "tripods" (translation from "Sah Ka" in Hokkien meaning Bootlickers). Frankly, I don't know why I dislike them so much. Haha.
Omg, Jason.. can't imagine you as a noti-boy.
Well, it's even unexpected. During Pr 6, I actually mix and hang around playgrounds with those ah Bengs and ah Lians after school. I even associated myself in a "family game" with them. Omg. Now that I think back.. I MUST HAVE BEEN OUT OF MY MIND. Hehehe
... but why you didn't turn bad?
Well.. perhaps it's due to my up-bringing. Must be thankful to my parents and granny.
*tearing in my eyes*
Nan Ren bu Huai, Nui ren bu ai... so were there any girls you like during then?
Err..hehe.. I liked this easy-going and outspoken girl, Samantha.. she was pretty. Well.. it was just mere childish crush. I remember she like the Spice Girls.. that's when I started to listen and kinda like Spice girls back then. Craze...
*Laughter*
Well, it's about time we wrapped up this episode. In our next episode, we will be bringing you insights to Jason's favourite primary school teachers and more - adventurous events!!
To be continued...
Thursday, February 01, 2007
De one with 1st February
Sin^2 + Cosine^2 = 1
21 hours ago... Jurong East Entertainment Centre. Sat at the last row and watched this romantic tragedy movie 生日快樂. It's about this couple from different institutions who got to know each other via a hairstylist-friend. The lead male character, Xiao Nan, born in a family of professionals, and popular amongst his peers would send Xiao Mi, was a pursuer of her dream to study music in Vienna and unfortunate with a stigma of being abandoned, a Happy Birthday greeting annually. Both of them got very close however their relationship as far but a flicker stage between best friend and break of.
In the end, Xiao Nan, passed away due to rectum cancer. The movie ended with a very painful truth as Xiao Mi continue to believe that Xiao Nan is married and alive through the continuing messages, which were actually from Xiao Nan's elder sister, under plead of him on his deathbed.
I totally enjoy the movie. Perhaps it's romantic ba and reason why is because of the special accompany. Err hum.
Totally empathise with Xiao Mi's feeling when she feel lost, alone in the street. Reminisces of how panick and frightened I was when I got lost in the marketplace when I was young. And I really dislike having people who stepped into my life, matters so much and leaves..
Tears filled my eyes during the scene Xiao Mi's granny passed away. Really envy her because in such times of sorrow and helplessness, Xiao Nan was there to embrace and comfort her.
Of course, I admire how great was Xiao Nan's undying love for Xiao Mi. He kept the truth about his terminal condition and distort with lies, to make Xiao Mi feel less heartache, compared to the ultimate heart-shattering truth..
Not forgetting to mention, Danny, the one who brought the two together, was a good friend. Close friends will really breakdown upon any mishap to you.. this uncommon fact was effectively portrayed in the movie.
Of course, I like the movie because my most-admired actor (before Jay Chou started filming), Louis Khoo, was in it! Oooh... that admirable tanned complexion.
19 hours ago... Ah Hock Kaya Toast. Telepathically, both of us ordered "Ice Yuan Yang". Ha! Had two mouthful of the cheese toast. It was really delicious. Worth trying!
15 hours ago... At home. The end of prelude with the sms, confessing why I wanted you to stay till midnight...
3 hours ago.. Clementi... Contact lenses and lunch.
3:30 pm... 1st Feburary. The lift...rose blooms... finale =b
21 hours ago... Jurong East Entertainment Centre. Sat at the last row and watched this romantic tragedy movie 生日快樂. It's about this couple from different institutions who got to know each other via a hairstylist-friend. The lead male character, Xiao Nan, born in a family of professionals, and popular amongst his peers would send Xiao Mi, was a pursuer of her dream to study music in Vienna and unfortunate with a stigma of being abandoned, a Happy Birthday greeting annually. Both of them got very close however their relationship as far but a flicker stage between best friend and break of.
In the end, Xiao Nan, passed away due to rectum cancer. The movie ended with a very painful truth as Xiao Mi continue to believe that Xiao Nan is married and alive through the continuing messages, which were actually from Xiao Nan's elder sister, under plead of him on his deathbed.
I totally enjoy the movie. Perhaps it's romantic ba and reason why is because of the special accompany. Err hum.
Totally empathise with Xiao Mi's feeling when she feel lost, alone in the street. Reminisces of how panick and frightened I was when I got lost in the marketplace when I was young. And I really dislike having people who stepped into my life, matters so much and leaves..
Tears filled my eyes during the scene Xiao Mi's granny passed away. Really envy her because in such times of sorrow and helplessness, Xiao Nan was there to embrace and comfort her.
Of course, I admire how great was Xiao Nan's undying love for Xiao Mi. He kept the truth about his terminal condition and distort with lies, to make Xiao Mi feel less heartache, compared to the ultimate heart-shattering truth..
Not forgetting to mention, Danny, the one who brought the two together, was a good friend. Close friends will really breakdown upon any mishap to you.. this uncommon fact was effectively portrayed in the movie.
Of course, I like the movie because my most-admired actor (before Jay Chou started filming), Louis Khoo, was in it! Oooh... that admirable tanned complexion.
19 hours ago... Ah Hock Kaya Toast. Telepathically, both of us ordered "Ice Yuan Yang". Ha! Had two mouthful of the cheese toast. It was really delicious. Worth trying!
15 hours ago... At home. The end of prelude with the sms, confessing why I wanted you to stay till midnight...
3 hours ago.. Clementi... Contact lenses and lunch.
3:30 pm... 1st Feburary. The lift...rose blooms... finale =b
Monday, January 29, 2007
De one with Gruelling again [Emolings]
Lifeless
A thrown away toy in a garage
A dusty record in a dark store
The infinite blackness within
An empty jug lying on the drought-struck land.
Really don't know how to describe what or how I'm feeling. Have you ever feel so drained in life, that you don't have anything to look forward to? Deprived of energy, dreams, hopes and left with despair and absolute loneliness by your side.
This is how I feel.. today.. right now.. Loss? perhaps it's seeking me again. Fine with it.. I've given up...
A thrown away toy in a garage
A dusty record in a dark store
The infinite blackness within
An empty jug lying on the drought-struck land.
Really don't know how to describe what or how I'm feeling. Have you ever feel so drained in life, that you don't have anything to look forward to? Deprived of energy, dreams, hopes and left with despair and absolute loneliness by your side.
This is how I feel.. today.. right now.. Loss? perhaps it's seeking me again. Fine with it.. I've given up...
Sunday, January 21, 2007
De one with Board-games
It just have to drizzle abit to end the day
Boardgames.. it's something that's familiar to everybody. It seems board-games have developed over the century.. from the traditional board-games like chess and othello, followed by the emergence of the dominating Monopoly, Risk till the current Game of Life and even more interesting, Roleplay-fantasy game. Like technology, it's never ending for the production of board-games.
Let's see, what's factors might have account for why board-games rule a moment in time? Well, firstly, I guess it's technology. In the past when technology wasn't adequate in advancement for the birth of electronic games like Nintendo and Xbox, board-games was the best any kid could get. It beared so much an influence that the majority adults and elders are still playing today.
Secondly, I supposed it is due to the characteristics of board-games. In view of the residual proportion of people who didn't like LAN games; access to internet; and uninterested in competitive outdoor activities, board games is an alternative since it fulfils the choice for an indoor, less strenuous, inexpensive, simple and passing-time form of enjoyment. To illustrate, imagine the economical advantage of playing chess over tea, to playing hours of internet games?
Thirdly, perhaps board-games had the capacity to accommodate a considerable group of people. Take for example, the game of Monopoly, it allows up to a maximum of 8 players. As compared to an Xbox which has a limit of 4 players. As such, board-games becames the indeed game as a solution for the fun of more participants!
As expected, some people might argue that board-games ain't as exciting than an immediate and responsive Xbox 360 games. Well, it points down to preference. Personally, in relation to the second pointer above, I feel there's a special form of enjoyment you derived from playing a board-game. Excitement can be felt when you're facing bankruptcy when you experience cash flow problem (state where your cash out-flow through paying rent to your opponents, outweighs your cash in-flow from collection of rent when your opponents land on your territories) while playing "Hotels".
In addition, I always have this primal and "retro" feel whenever I play board-games. It's similar as using a hand-sharpen pencil when you've been using mechanical pencil all along. It certainly is reminiscing!
Monopoly, Scrabble and Fei Ji Qi were my old time favourites. I recall my late-mummy will play on late nights as family get-together event. Well.. it's undeniable that board-games provides the chance and time for bonding moments.
I shall conclude today's entry with one last point. Board-game was one of primary way from which a young taste sense of victory and achievement upon winning... more easily. Hehe.
Board-games are definately timelessness..especially in the memories of our childhood days.
Boardgames.. it's something that's familiar to everybody. It seems board-games have developed over the century.. from the traditional board-games like chess and othello, followed by the emergence of the dominating Monopoly, Risk till the current Game of Life and even more interesting, Roleplay-fantasy game. Like technology, it's never ending for the production of board-games.
Let's see, what's factors might have account for why board-games rule a moment in time? Well, firstly, I guess it's technology. In the past when technology wasn't adequate in advancement for the birth of electronic games like Nintendo and Xbox, board-games was the best any kid could get. It beared so much an influence that the majority adults and elders are still playing today.
Secondly, I supposed it is due to the characteristics of board-games. In view of the residual proportion of people who didn't like LAN games; access to internet; and uninterested in competitive outdoor activities, board games is an alternative since it fulfils the choice for an indoor, less strenuous, inexpensive, simple and passing-time form of enjoyment. To illustrate, imagine the economical advantage of playing chess over tea, to playing hours of internet games?
Thirdly, perhaps board-games had the capacity to accommodate a considerable group of people. Take for example, the game of Monopoly, it allows up to a maximum of 8 players. As compared to an Xbox which has a limit of 4 players. As such, board-games becames the indeed game as a solution for the fun of more participants!
As expected, some people might argue that board-games ain't as exciting than an immediate and responsive Xbox 360 games. Well, it points down to preference. Personally, in relation to the second pointer above, I feel there's a special form of enjoyment you derived from playing a board-game. Excitement can be felt when you're facing bankruptcy when you experience cash flow problem (state where your cash out-flow through paying rent to your opponents, outweighs your cash in-flow from collection of rent when your opponents land on your territories) while playing "Hotels".
In addition, I always have this primal and "retro" feel whenever I play board-games. It's similar as using a hand-sharpen pencil when you've been using mechanical pencil all along. It certainly is reminiscing!
Monopoly, Scrabble and Fei Ji Qi were my old time favourites. I recall my late-mummy will play on late nights as family get-together event. Well.. it's undeniable that board-games provides the chance and time for bonding moments.
I shall conclude today's entry with one last point. Board-game was one of primary way from which a young taste sense of victory and achievement upon winning... more easily. Hehe.
Board-games are definately timelessness..especially in the memories of our childhood days.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
De one with Friends In Life
Raining all of a sudden
Yesterday, I took a quick browse at the horoscope section when reading the newspaper. Under my star sign Leo, it mentioned that love will progress in the right direction. Hmm.. I should cross my fingers this time.. lunch and dinner... hmm.. hoping the spark will rise into a desirable eternal flame.
Ok.. that's not the main issue. Today's topic dawn upon me when I cried twice over a movie which a special person lent me. Sigh. Well... don't bother asking which movie it was. That's not the spotlight today. Hehe... Today.. I'm going to talk about Friends.
I was born an extremely shy guy. Well, thank goodness I'm improving but somehow, I'm still shy towards certain people now. Ermm.. anyway, I had very limited social skills. End up, I grew up independently, having the mindset that friends ain't important. Henceforth, I only made selected friends.
I didn't have specific primary school friends (refer to Education Saga Ep3). During secondary school, Alan was most worth mentioning, followed by Yuyan and Zarina. Later in JC, I made less but closer and lasting friends whom I keep in contact with currently: Tribal Gang, Shu Qing and Shelby. Even such, I kept alot to myself. And it was further supported when I relied heavily on my first relationship towards the end of JC 1. Unknowingly, it developed into an ego.
This ego of living in a world without friends' concern was crumpled towards the end of JC when my life faced an disastrous torture: A break-up. I remember I was completely lost. Couldn't do anything. Hence, it directly affected my A levels and NS enlistment eventually. THANKFULLY, a friend helped me out of my sh*t just a month before I went to Tekong. It was then that I finally realised "a friend in need, is a friend indeed".
This idiom was proven even more truthful during (enhanced) BMT and SISPEC. Most mentionable were my buddy, Wei Jie (my BMT buddy who cared and have alwasy encouraged me) and my SISPEC mates like Kenneth (currently a sign-on in ADF) and Yin Kang (my most close SISPEC mate).
Later, in ASC (Artillery Specialist Course) where I had Mohan, Bo Jun, Jonathan Chua, Ting Lin and 23SA where all the specialists were very nice to me, especially Chin Yu, Guo Xian and my endearing bunkmates (not forgetting my commander 2SG Eddy).
Currently, Zhen Ze, Guang Hui and Andrew in SIM.
Of course, I didn't learn only from my education and NS liability meetings with people. Besides, I learnt alot from my personal human interactions too. Untimately, I sorta got enlightened most from my unsuccessful love relationships. Here's the catch : "Love doesn't last, necessarily. Friendship does, as compared to love."
Indeed, I learnt alot from dating -A-. Friends does matter. Now back to why I cried when watching the show mentioned earlier. The scene where the heartbroken guy was comforted by his friends, each in their own ways, reminded me of how my friends were always there to support me when I was down...
- Yuyan, Clara and Mohan helped me deal with my post relationship difficulties during secondary school, post JC and army respectively. (My bros and friends like Andrew Lau helped me too).
- Alan who went through thick and thin during our strenuous band practices for the entire 4 years.
- Kia Hui, my closest secondary 3 and 4 classmate.
- Shu Qing who encouraged and helped me out of distress with courting this girl I liked in JC.
- Loo Wan, my good friend in JC.
- Guo Xian who look out for me and each other during my first oversea training in Thailand.
- Chin Yu and Mohan familiarised me with places in town and go out watching movies often.
All these moments made me flushed with tears whenever I think of the significant effort, accompany, care all these great friends have showered upon me. Fortunately, I rarely had disputes with the selected friends I've made. Even so they were mere foolish egoism.
The next thing to bring up is the question of whether there were moments when one feels withdrawn from his/her peers. I did. Sometimes, it occur to me whether I shouldn't borther my friends with my troubles when they already had their own. Such event especially when you feel really desperate and there was no one in sight or within reach.
Well, I always console myself in this way. Perhaps God is testing me. In which I should learn to be independent and sort things out myself rather than complaining or easing our hearts full to others. Maybe you could try them.
All in all, the dearest friend I've ever made till date, is an irreplaceable friend named Clara. I guess we understand alot about each other since we share the same temper and the way we feel about things. Oops. Too long liao. To conclude, I feel friends are essential in our lives. I guess, no man's really an island on its own. Simply because humans are emotional creatures and we can't contain all of our feelings inside ourselves. It is even so in the case of overcoming difficulties in life (the story about classic tale of the five fingers on our hand).
Yesterday, I took a quick browse at the horoscope section when reading the newspaper. Under my star sign Leo, it mentioned that love will progress in the right direction. Hmm.. I should cross my fingers this time.. lunch and dinner... hmm.. hoping the spark will rise into a desirable eternal flame.
Ok.. that's not the main issue. Today's topic dawn upon me when I cried twice over a movie which a special person lent me. Sigh. Well... don't bother asking which movie it was. That's not the spotlight today. Hehe... Today.. I'm going to talk about Friends.
I was born an extremely shy guy. Well, thank goodness I'm improving but somehow, I'm still shy towards certain people now. Ermm.. anyway, I had very limited social skills. End up, I grew up independently, having the mindset that friends ain't important. Henceforth, I only made selected friends.
I didn't have specific primary school friends (refer to Education Saga Ep3). During secondary school, Alan was most worth mentioning, followed by Yuyan and Zarina. Later in JC, I made less but closer and lasting friends whom I keep in contact with currently: Tribal Gang, Shu Qing and Shelby. Even such, I kept alot to myself. And it was further supported when I relied heavily on my first relationship towards the end of JC 1. Unknowingly, it developed into an ego.
This ego of living in a world without friends' concern was crumpled towards the end of JC when my life faced an disastrous torture: A break-up. I remember I was completely lost. Couldn't do anything. Hence, it directly affected my A levels and NS enlistment eventually. THANKFULLY, a friend helped me out of my sh*t just a month before I went to Tekong. It was then that I finally realised "a friend in need, is a friend indeed".
This idiom was proven even more truthful during (enhanced) BMT and SISPEC. Most mentionable were my buddy, Wei Jie (my BMT buddy who cared and have alwasy encouraged me) and my SISPEC mates like Kenneth (currently a sign-on in ADF) and Yin Kang (my most close SISPEC mate).
Later, in ASC (Artillery Specialist Course) where I had Mohan, Bo Jun, Jonathan Chua, Ting Lin and 23SA where all the specialists were very nice to me, especially Chin Yu, Guo Xian and my endearing bunkmates (not forgetting my commander 2SG Eddy).
Currently, Zhen Ze, Guang Hui and Andrew in SIM.
Of course, I didn't learn only from my education and NS liability meetings with people. Besides, I learnt alot from my personal human interactions too. Untimately, I sorta got enlightened most from my unsuccessful love relationships. Here's the catch : "Love doesn't last, necessarily. Friendship does, as compared to love."
Indeed, I learnt alot from dating -A-. Friends does matter. Now back to why I cried when watching the show mentioned earlier. The scene where the heartbroken guy was comforted by his friends, each in their own ways, reminded me of how my friends were always there to support me when I was down...
- Yuyan, Clara and Mohan helped me deal with my post relationship difficulties during secondary school, post JC and army respectively. (My bros and friends like Andrew Lau helped me too).
- Alan who went through thick and thin during our strenuous band practices for the entire 4 years.
- Kia Hui, my closest secondary 3 and 4 classmate.
- Shu Qing who encouraged and helped me out of distress with courting this girl I liked in JC.
- Loo Wan, my good friend in JC.
- Guo Xian who look out for me and each other during my first oversea training in Thailand.
- Chin Yu and Mohan familiarised me with places in town and go out watching movies often.
All these moments made me flushed with tears whenever I think of the significant effort, accompany, care all these great friends have showered upon me. Fortunately, I rarely had disputes with the selected friends I've made. Even so they were mere foolish egoism.
The next thing to bring up is the question of whether there were moments when one feels withdrawn from his/her peers. I did. Sometimes, it occur to me whether I shouldn't borther my friends with my troubles when they already had their own. Such event especially when you feel really desperate and there was no one in sight or within reach.
Well, I always console myself in this way. Perhaps God is testing me. In which I should learn to be independent and sort things out myself rather than complaining or easing our hearts full to others. Maybe you could try them.
All in all, the dearest friend I've ever made till date, is an irreplaceable friend named Clara. I guess we understand alot about each other since we share the same temper and the way we feel about things. Oops. Too long liao. To conclude, I feel friends are essential in our lives. I guess, no man's really an island on its own. Simply because humans are emotional creatures and we can't contain all of our feelings inside ourselves. It is even so in the case of overcoming difficulties in life (the story about classic tale of the five fingers on our hand).
Sunday, January 14, 2007
De one with Obsessed Again
Raining
Today's a colourful day though it rained in the afternoon. Thank goodness, the rain cleared a morning for me to proceed with my intended run. Managed an heart-lifting 8km run until I met a demoralising runner who overtook me during my last 200 metres along the road. Apparently, I was speechless when I saw the T-shirt which he was wearing, saying 42.142km on the back.
After which, I went back for some weights lifting before preparing for campus. Yup. I didn't type wrongly. Had to travel back to school for an intended Statistics lecture since it was taught by the Australian lecturer from RMIT. Well.. before that, it's mentionable I spent abit of time, deciding which jeans was appropriate to match the black Levis T-shirt I was wearing. Hehe. Thank God, this "distress" didn't cause me to be late for school.
Statistics lecture was pretty boring. Most of the time, ashamed, I didn't know what was going on. Well.. hopefully I'll be able to grasp the content as soon as possible before I plunge deeper into more doubts.
Apprantly I misjudged the time lecture was going to end. Thought the lecturer had only abit to cover. Presumed an early dismissal, I brought forward my meeting time with Mohan. Sigh. To my dismay, it didn't work. Ended up, I was pretty estrangled with choices. Spent a considerable amount of time working out the best route and transportation I ought to take, in clause of arriving the destination punctually. Ha!
My final decision? Took a cab down from school to town. En route, the taxi driver was pleading a favour. He's a single parent of two children who were primary 3 and 4. Sadly, both of them were in need of chinese tutors to help them with their poorly-faired subject. Well, the busy taxi driver was troubled with methods in which he could acquire the tutors since he had to work to earn enough. Well.. perhaps it was out of pity, I volunteered to do him a favour to do a registration with an online tuition agency. Hmm.. hope it will do him abit of help.
Mohan and I had dinner (the only meal I had for the entire day) at a place where we've not visited for awhile. It was the Mos Burger outlet near Centrepoint. It's certainly nostalgic. Recall we used to visit there only during times I wanted to complain how ugly I feel for the day. Omg.
After which, we spent our time at the Heeren before catching the movie The Queen at Cineleisure, Mohan's preferred cinema complex. The show turned out to be rather dialogue requiring, in order for understandability of what's going on. Despite this, it was pretty enjoyable. Not forgetting, both of us agreed there was something particular about the music in the movie . Personally, I felt it resembled those old comedies music while Mohan described it as sleezy.
It's based on the British Monachies. It spotlights the Queen of England, who faced tremenduous challenges in time of her legacy. Especially, her involvement and befallen expectations of her during the incident of Princess Diana's death in summer of 1997. The Prime Minister was featured too.
Having done with the movie, I consulted Mohan's help in helping me understand certain issues which I wasn't familiar in my current law text. We spent a rather delightful time chat over coffee too.
Almost unexplainably, an obsession for study has developed. I'm overwhelmed by a sudden thirst for further comprehension, determined appreciation and deeper knowledge. It's been very long since I've been like this again... Sigh. I'm beginning to fall in love with this law module...
Today's a colourful day though it rained in the afternoon. Thank goodness, the rain cleared a morning for me to proceed with my intended run. Managed an heart-lifting 8km run until I met a demoralising runner who overtook me during my last 200 metres along the road. Apparently, I was speechless when I saw the T-shirt which he was wearing, saying 42.142km on the back.
After which, I went back for some weights lifting before preparing for campus. Yup. I didn't type wrongly. Had to travel back to school for an intended Statistics lecture since it was taught by the Australian lecturer from RMIT. Well.. before that, it's mentionable I spent abit of time, deciding which jeans was appropriate to match the black Levis T-shirt I was wearing. Hehe. Thank God, this "distress" didn't cause me to be late for school.
Statistics lecture was pretty boring. Most of the time, ashamed, I didn't know what was going on. Well.. hopefully I'll be able to grasp the content as soon as possible before I plunge deeper into more doubts.
Apprantly I misjudged the time lecture was going to end. Thought the lecturer had only abit to cover. Presumed an early dismissal, I brought forward my meeting time with Mohan. Sigh. To my dismay, it didn't work. Ended up, I was pretty estrangled with choices. Spent a considerable amount of time working out the best route and transportation I ought to take, in clause of arriving the destination punctually. Ha!
My final decision? Took a cab down from school to town. En route, the taxi driver was pleading a favour. He's a single parent of two children who were primary 3 and 4. Sadly, both of them were in need of chinese tutors to help them with their poorly-faired subject. Well, the busy taxi driver was troubled with methods in which he could acquire the tutors since he had to work to earn enough. Well.. perhaps it was out of pity, I volunteered to do him a favour to do a registration with an online tuition agency. Hmm.. hope it will do him abit of help.
Mohan and I had dinner (the only meal I had for the entire day) at a place where we've not visited for awhile. It was the Mos Burger outlet near Centrepoint. It's certainly nostalgic. Recall we used to visit there only during times I wanted to complain how ugly I feel for the day. Omg.
After which, we spent our time at the Heeren before catching the movie The Queen at Cineleisure, Mohan's preferred cinema complex. The show turned out to be rather dialogue requiring, in order for understandability of what's going on. Despite this, it was pretty enjoyable. Not forgetting, both of us agreed there was something particular about the music in the movie . Personally, I felt it resembled those old comedies music while Mohan described it as sleezy.
It's based on the British Monachies. It spotlights the Queen of England, who faced tremenduous challenges in time of her legacy. Especially, her involvement and befallen expectations of her during the incident of Princess Diana's death in summer of 1997. The Prime Minister was featured too.
Having done with the movie, I consulted Mohan's help in helping me understand certain issues which I wasn't familiar in my current law text. We spent a rather delightful time chat over coffee too.
Almost unexplainably, an obsession for study has developed. I'm overwhelmed by a sudden thirst for further comprehension, determined appreciation and deeper knowledge. It's been very long since I've been like this again... Sigh. I'm beginning to fall in love with this law module...
Thursday, January 11, 2007
De one with Education Saga (Ep2)
Episode 2:
Welcome back to the second continunm part of Jason's education Saga. Yesterday, we had an exclusive insight on first 2 years of Jason's education. Well, guess what, we have Jason back here with us again. Yes.. and we're going to follow up from where we left our readers in the last article.
Now, Jason, you bought up Attending Art class, as one of the two significant event during your initial stage in education years. Now.. what was the other event you'd like to tell us about?
Well.. ever since my kindergarden teachers discovered that I was very fast in piecing puzzles. They decided to prompt my parents and have them agreed to having me compete for puzzle-piecing in the annual sports day.
I remembered I got so nervous on the day, pyschologically stressed, I felt nausea and stomachache (all thansk to the butterflies in my tummy). In the end, I still made it!
To best I recalled, the competition was that I had to run to the front and back to fetch the puzzles and after which fix them together. Thankfully, I emerged first! Hehe!
That's admirable! Guess that's a first taste of victory for a young boy back then?
Yup.. It was!
*Heartedly laugh* Now Jason, were there special occassions in which you developed yourself in?
In fact, there is. I was involved in a dance item. I think that was something we had to do towards the end of our nursary education. I remembered putting on make-up, wore a Baju-kurong (Malay's traditional costume for males) and performed, getting the rythm with two half-coconuts shelves. It was really an eye-opening experience!
We supposed your family took photos as rememberance?
Ya. They did! Talking about photo-taking. It was unforgettable when I shot a photo in which I wore the graduation robe, resembling those wored by fresh-graduates with the "squarish wisdom hat". Haha.
How did you feel back then?
Nothing much though. Didn't know what was the thing about anyway.
Jason, so who fetches you to and fro the community centre?
Oh.. my granny does. She will bring me to nursary centre with an umbrella and a hankerchief to wipe my perspiration. She fetches me in the evening. After that, we'll never fail to visit this shop house which smelled strongly of coffee powder! Obviously, it was the place my granny makes coffee-powder because she makes coffee everyday for home. I love the place because my granny will buy me a bottle of Yakult! Yummy!
Apparantly, my granny did bring me to school, everyday through till Primary school, rain or shine. She's a great woman in my life.
Aww... she definately dotes on you alot... And with that, we've come to the end of this episode. Stay tune for the next!
Welcome back to the second continunm part of Jason's education Saga. Yesterday, we had an exclusive insight on first 2 years of Jason's education. Well, guess what, we have Jason back here with us again. Yes.. and we're going to follow up from where we left our readers in the last article.
Now, Jason, you bought up Attending Art class, as one of the two significant event during your initial stage in education years. Now.. what was the other event you'd like to tell us about?
Well.. ever since my kindergarden teachers discovered that I was very fast in piecing puzzles. They decided to prompt my parents and have them agreed to having me compete for puzzle-piecing in the annual sports day.
I remembered I got so nervous on the day, pyschologically stressed, I felt nausea and stomachache (all thansk to the butterflies in my tummy). In the end, I still made it!
To best I recalled, the competition was that I had to run to the front and back to fetch the puzzles and after which fix them together. Thankfully, I emerged first! Hehe!
That's admirable! Guess that's a first taste of victory for a young boy back then?
Yup.. It was!
*Heartedly laugh* Now Jason, were there special occassions in which you developed yourself in?
In fact, there is. I was involved in a dance item. I think that was something we had to do towards the end of our nursary education. I remembered putting on make-up, wore a Baju-kurong (Malay's traditional costume for males) and performed, getting the rythm with two half-coconuts shelves. It was really an eye-opening experience!
We supposed your family took photos as rememberance?
Ya. They did! Talking about photo-taking. It was unforgettable when I shot a photo in which I wore the graduation robe, resembling those wored by fresh-graduates with the "squarish wisdom hat". Haha.
How did you feel back then?
Nothing much though. Didn't know what was the thing about anyway.
Jason, so who fetches you to and fro the community centre?
Oh.. my granny does. She will bring me to nursary centre with an umbrella and a hankerchief to wipe my perspiration. She fetches me in the evening. After that, we'll never fail to visit this shop house which smelled strongly of coffee powder! Obviously, it was the place my granny makes coffee-powder because she makes coffee everyday for home. I love the place because my granny will buy me a bottle of Yakult! Yummy!
Apparantly, my granny did bring me to school, everyday through till Primary school, rain or shine. She's a great woman in my life.
Aww... she definately dotes on you alot... And with that, we've come to the end of this episode. Stay tune for the next!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
De one with Education Saga (Ep1)
This will be a continual saga broken into a few parts. In which spotlights my installments from my entire years of education!
Oki, mind your saliva and popping-out eyes. I thought, why not having it constructed in a different style. Firstly, since it'd be pretty boring to have it in long essay format like previous'. Secondly, it's another way for my creativity to come into play in here. In view of this point, it's argued we have seen this in magazines and media. Well... the story bears 100% originality as it's about me ley. Hehe.
Episode 1:
That's a very interesting way of expressing in your introduction. So Jason, perhaps tell us when would you consider the start of your "education saga"?
To my impression, the idea of "10 years of education" would snap into the minds of majority people. Unfortunately, I guess what's worth mentioning will have to start from my Kindergarden. Which I felt is the start of the entire saga =)
*Laughter* Ok.. well, where did you received your nursary education then?
Well, to as far I as I recall, I was 4-5 years old when nursary education was enforceable. Surprising but it's true, I attended 2 different kindergarden.
Wuao.. two kindergardens? Now..why is that so?
The first one I went to was PAP's kindergarden. Bet alot fo us recognised the white, blue and red logo and it was always located on the first storey of housing blocks back then? Apparantly, I was pretty "sticky" to my family members, especially my ah-ma (Hokkien: Granny). I cried like hell when everytime I didn't see anyone familiar. Guess I cried to much before the adults had no choice but to let me rest a period to become more independent before transfering me to another Kindergarden at a nearby community centre.
So desuka. (Japanese: I see) I believe the next thing readers would wanna know is how or what was your official nursary education like. Maybe you'd like to tell us more about this..
ya..
I remember my nursary ed at the community centre was better. I was still constant reliant on the sight and accompany of my ah-ma. Unknowingly, perhaps I was tricked and eventually, I was able to survive the days I was in nursary school.
..What was the duration spent at the nursary CC everyday?
Hmmm... it's from noon till early evening. Like 12:00pm till 6:00pm..
Please continue.. Yes, do carry on..
Generally, everyday we go to school and learnt basics like reading from big charts with pictures, nursary rythms, writing, foundational mathematics, colouring, simplified art work and go for outdoor activities. Most of sure are ball games, puzzle, skipping and playing with hulla-hoop. Omg!
Oh! I remember there will be a tea-break. That's when we'll each expect a cup of hot milo. There's one unforgettable occassion when I had a friend, I think he's name was Mathew or Daniel. He was celebrating his birthday and party during our tea-break. I don't know why I suddenly thought and miss my ah-ma, I started crying and screaming "I want ah-ma.. I want ah-ma". Thinking back, I think it was embarassing because my outburst spoiled the poor guy's birthday since there were others who cried along. You know, kids! Oops.
Omg! Really?
Ya. *blushing*
*Laughter commotion*
Oki.. well, Boys are deemed "noti-boy".. Any instances of misbehaviour from your personal experience back then?
Ooh..yes. Pretty embarrassing! I remember there was one evening, I befriended these two boys who dared each other to draw on the plastic and metal school chairs with the crayons we got as a birthday party gift. Omg. In the end, the teacher caught us. We had our crayons confiscated and each had a ruler beating on our palms. Now that I remember, one of them was my supposedly good friend, Yuan Zhao. He wore spects and came from a family of gangsters.
Another was during K2 when me and this girl, Yao Yun, whom everybody teased was my girlfriend since we go together very well..
Sorry. But I can't help asking how did this special girl looked like?
Erm.. cute? big sparkling eyes? nah.. I can't remember.. but she was adorable nevertheless.
She used to live in the block just opposite mine.
*Grinning* ok.. you were saying?
*shy smiling* During one of our free play-time. The both of us used a string and tied it around another friend (the son of a warehouse shop). Perhaps we were re-enacting what we saw on the television drama most probably. The teacher warned us and notified our guardians. Haha.
That's pretty bad. Next, mind telling some interesting events which took place?
There's two worth mentioning about. One was I got enrolled into an art class. In which I mentioned in my previous blog. Ref: De one with Art.
Well well.. it seems like it's about time we wrap up for the day. Want to know what's another interesting event Jason took part? And more, what Jason does after kindergarden hours, before actually going home? Stay tune for the next installment...
Oki, mind your saliva and popping-out eyes. I thought, why not having it constructed in a different style. Firstly, since it'd be pretty boring to have it in long essay format like previous'. Secondly, it's another way for my creativity to come into play in here. In view of this point, it's argued we have seen this in magazines and media. Well... the story bears 100% originality as it's about me ley. Hehe.
Episode 1:
That's a very interesting way of expressing in your introduction. So Jason, perhaps tell us when would you consider the start of your "education saga"?
To my impression, the idea of "10 years of education" would snap into the minds of majority people. Unfortunately, I guess what's worth mentioning will have to start from my Kindergarden. Which I felt is the start of the entire saga =)
*Laughter* Ok.. well, where did you received your nursary education then?
Well, to as far I as I recall, I was 4-5 years old when nursary education was enforceable. Surprising but it's true, I attended 2 different kindergarden.
Wuao.. two kindergardens? Now..why is that so?
The first one I went to was PAP's kindergarden. Bet alot fo us recognised the white, blue and red logo and it was always located on the first storey of housing blocks back then? Apparantly, I was pretty "sticky" to my family members, especially my ah-ma (Hokkien: Granny). I cried like hell when everytime I didn't see anyone familiar. Guess I cried to much before the adults had no choice but to let me rest a period to become more independent before transfering me to another Kindergarden at a nearby community centre.
So desuka. (Japanese: I see) I believe the next thing readers would wanna know is how or what was your official nursary education like. Maybe you'd like to tell us more about this..
ya..
I remember my nursary ed at the community centre was better. I was still constant reliant on the sight and accompany of my ah-ma. Unknowingly, perhaps I was tricked and eventually, I was able to survive the days I was in nursary school.
..What was the duration spent at the nursary CC everyday?
Hmmm... it's from noon till early evening. Like 12:00pm till 6:00pm..
Please continue.. Yes, do carry on..
Generally, everyday we go to school and learnt basics like reading from big charts with pictures, nursary rythms, writing, foundational mathematics, colouring, simplified art work and go for outdoor activities. Most of sure are ball games, puzzle, skipping and playing with hulla-hoop. Omg!
Oh! I remember there will be a tea-break. That's when we'll each expect a cup of hot milo. There's one unforgettable occassion when I had a friend, I think he's name was Mathew or Daniel. He was celebrating his birthday and party during our tea-break. I don't know why I suddenly thought and miss my ah-ma, I started crying and screaming "I want ah-ma.. I want ah-ma". Thinking back, I think it was embarassing because my outburst spoiled the poor guy's birthday since there were others who cried along. You know, kids! Oops.
Omg! Really?
Ya. *blushing*
*Laughter commotion*
Oki.. well, Boys are deemed "noti-boy".. Any instances of misbehaviour from your personal experience back then?
Ooh..yes. Pretty embarrassing! I remember there was one evening, I befriended these two boys who dared each other to draw on the plastic and metal school chairs with the crayons we got as a birthday party gift. Omg. In the end, the teacher caught us. We had our crayons confiscated and each had a ruler beating on our palms. Now that I remember, one of them was my supposedly good friend, Yuan Zhao. He wore spects and came from a family of gangsters.
Another was during K2 when me and this girl, Yao Yun, whom everybody teased was my girlfriend since we go together very well..
Sorry. But I can't help asking how did this special girl looked like?
Erm.. cute? big sparkling eyes? nah.. I can't remember.. but she was adorable nevertheless.
She used to live in the block just opposite mine.
*Grinning* ok.. you were saying?
*shy smiling* During one of our free play-time. The both of us used a string and tied it around another friend (the son of a warehouse shop). Perhaps we were re-enacting what we saw on the television drama most probably. The teacher warned us and notified our guardians. Haha.
That's pretty bad. Next, mind telling some interesting events which took place?
There's two worth mentioning about. One was I got enrolled into an art class. In which I mentioned in my previous blog. Ref: De one with Art.
Well well.. it seems like it's about time we wrap up for the day. Want to know what's another interesting event Jason took part? And more, what Jason does after kindergarden hours, before actually going home? Stay tune for the next installment...
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
De one with Cane
Day of raining
Alot of us will recall one of the most considerably feared object which is the cane. It seemed inseparable and integrated into our life, even as one ages. Unexplainably, the cane was often associated as a universal tool (especially in Asian countries) to enforce the consequence for having committed wrong. I remember being canned back when I was five years old for misbehaving. Besides, there are corporal punishment for adults who committed even more grave mistakes or civil wrongs like molesting.
I doubt it's possible for anyone to obliterate the unforgettable experience of the harsh and excruciating pain inflicted by this mean tool. Before even having mentioned about the beating, the tensed moment of waiting, and nerve-racking sound of the whipping cane as it "slices" the air before it actually lands on our body, are considerably disturbing! Omg! Ouch!!
Recalling my childhood days, only figured out after I've grown, why did my parents have to used the cane? Firstly, I used to think naively, that it's because canning was out of sadism. Unbelievably, it's truth for some unfortunate children. Secondly, as I've mentioned earlier, the thin stick is the idea tool for enforcing the dean consequences of having done wrong. Most importantly, I felt the cane was merely a representative of an adult's authority. It's similar to the sword of a Knight, the cross pendent of a Catholic, or even the pace-stick of a Warrant officer. It's so powerful for some obedient children, that it revokes any act of mischief.
For me? hmmm.. effective only a number of times. I used to get canned pretty often as much as I'd remembered. You must be wondering for what reasons. Well.. it's because I refused to do work when I'm told; misbehaved. My family mentioned that I only knew how to stand rooted to the spot and get canned without retaliating or escaping. There was one incident in particular that my mummy stripped me bare and canned me, pushed me out of the house because I refused to do my homework. The stripping part was because my mummy commanded to return everything which she paid for. Of course, she was under tonnes of anger and frustration back then.
The remedy? My doting granny or big-aunt will prevent what's more than necessary beating and sayang, wipe off my gallons of tears. Otherwise, I'll go to a little space beside my cupboard, hide my little head underneath the pillow casing and have a conference, mere silly "talk" with imaginative friends. Hehehe. Of course, I don't have mental disorder.
Then again, is it the post-canning sored marks? The tears? Or unrepairable emotional scars inflicted unto tender hearts? Or is it the realisation to repent? or worst, the feeling of hatre born from our rebellious nature?
Personally, I feel that it's undeniable that all of the above does come to play everytime we're canned. Perhaps younger, tears were not as significant since it will just flow profusely everytime we suffer. Not even those left-over marks bother as it might burn but gradually, it subsides. Geting used to it doesn't really have any lasting effect.
There were occassions whereby I did cursed and swear abit. (Oh, did I forget to mention I cursed and scold bad language when I was very young and everytime I'm furious about something? Oops). There were trances of hatre. However, it were mere childish thoughts for the moment which didn't last more than a day. Hehe.
And what about realisation to repent? Well.. here's the second part associated with the cane. Generally, I doubt some people will deny that the deemed outcome of canning was to cause the punishee (Jason language: Person receiving the punishment) to realise his/her mistakes and repent. Of course, not everyone does. Yet, it does remind me as I mature and deters me from committing the same mistakes again.
One illustrating example would be my Daddy's canning. When he got really angry, he will whack me anyhow, anywhere, as many times and as hard. It was really unbearably terror. Certainly, I've neer tried pissing him off again. Omg.
Do I like the cane? I hate it. I detest it extremely. Likewise for you I guess...
Alot of us will recall one of the most considerably feared object which is the cane. It seemed inseparable and integrated into our life, even as one ages. Unexplainably, the cane was often associated as a universal tool (especially in Asian countries) to enforce the consequence for having committed wrong. I remember being canned back when I was five years old for misbehaving. Besides, there are corporal punishment for adults who committed even more grave mistakes or civil wrongs like molesting.
I doubt it's possible for anyone to obliterate the unforgettable experience of the harsh and excruciating pain inflicted by this mean tool. Before even having mentioned about the beating, the tensed moment of waiting, and nerve-racking sound of the whipping cane as it "slices" the air before it actually lands on our body, are considerably disturbing! Omg! Ouch!!
Recalling my childhood days, only figured out after I've grown, why did my parents have to used the cane? Firstly, I used to think naively, that it's because canning was out of sadism. Unbelievably, it's truth for some unfortunate children. Secondly, as I've mentioned earlier, the thin stick is the idea tool for enforcing the dean consequences of having done wrong. Most importantly, I felt the cane was merely a representative of an adult's authority. It's similar to the sword of a Knight, the cross pendent of a Catholic, or even the pace-stick of a Warrant officer. It's so powerful for some obedient children, that it revokes any act of mischief.
For me? hmmm.. effective only a number of times. I used to get canned pretty often as much as I'd remembered. You must be wondering for what reasons. Well.. it's because I refused to do work when I'm told; misbehaved. My family mentioned that I only knew how to stand rooted to the spot and get canned without retaliating or escaping. There was one incident in particular that my mummy stripped me bare and canned me, pushed me out of the house because I refused to do my homework. The stripping part was because my mummy commanded to return everything which she paid for. Of course, she was under tonnes of anger and frustration back then.
The remedy? My doting granny or big-aunt will prevent what's more than necessary beating and sayang, wipe off my gallons of tears. Otherwise, I'll go to a little space beside my cupboard, hide my little head underneath the pillow casing and have a conference, mere silly "talk" with imaginative friends. Hehehe. Of course, I don't have mental disorder.
Then again, is it the post-canning sored marks? The tears? Or unrepairable emotional scars inflicted unto tender hearts? Or is it the realisation to repent? or worst, the feeling of hatre born from our rebellious nature?
Personally, I feel that it's undeniable that all of the above does come to play everytime we're canned. Perhaps younger, tears were not as significant since it will just flow profusely everytime we suffer. Not even those left-over marks bother as it might burn but gradually, it subsides. Geting used to it doesn't really have any lasting effect.
There were occassions whereby I did cursed and swear abit. (Oh, did I forget to mention I cursed and scold bad language when I was very young and everytime I'm furious about something? Oops). There were trances of hatre. However, it were mere childish thoughts for the moment which didn't last more than a day. Hehe.
And what about realisation to repent? Well.. here's the second part associated with the cane. Generally, I doubt some people will deny that the deemed outcome of canning was to cause the punishee (Jason language: Person receiving the punishment) to realise his/her mistakes and repent. Of course, not everyone does. Yet, it does remind me as I mature and deters me from committing the same mistakes again.
One illustrating example would be my Daddy's canning. When he got really angry, he will whack me anyhow, anywhere, as many times and as hard. It was really unbearably terror. Certainly, I've neer tried pissing him off again. Omg.
Do I like the cane? I hate it. I detest it extremely. Likewise for you I guess...
Monday, January 08, 2007
De one with 1st Day in Gakko
Sunny
How's it? Well, let's see..opening schedule for the next 14 days ain't very good. Out of two weeks, I'm expected to return to campus for 11 days. Omg.. pack! pack! pack!
To begin gakko, the very first lecture we expected was an impressioned to be dry one. Commercial Law. What to say... first of all, let's talk about our lecturer from RMIT, Melbourne. He started the lecture with his three rules. Firstly, he wants all our mobile phones to be switched off. Secondly, he expect us to keep total silence. "Able to hear a pin drop". Sighz. Thirdly, when he speaks, he doesn't want others to speak at the same time unless the need or discussion.
Well, not that I'm obessessed with him but I guess these are every educator's "golden rules". Except I didn't really agree to the very first rule. Turn off? Just put your mobile phone to silent mode can liao ma. Oops.. looks like the disobedient genes are itching again!!
Nevertheless, I was trying to get the best of the lecture. Australians have the habit to mumble, dampen their diction just when they didn't realise their unfamiliar slang was abit imcomprehendable. Ha! After which, I realised something about him. This lecturer was rather "guai lan" (Hokkien: Intolerably displeasing). He will just talk and stop like a jerky bus showing symptoms of breaking down. Well, he wasn't breaking down. However, it's his time-wasting way of enforcing his third rule of lecture. What's more? He will just sit and gradually, his positions got more restless. Omg.
In addition, the lecturer spent 2 hours on explaining how Singapore Laws were originated from the COMMON LAW. For a moment, I wondered if this was a history or law lecture. Perhaps it was required in the syllabus. However, I was eagerly yearning to be taught the Laws itself.
Well. I came out of the lecture room knowing nuts about what he was trying to teach. Thank goodness my strained ears did manage to get some things he spoke for notes taking. Unfortunately, the people around me were getting bored and causing certain undesirable disturbance. It was revealed (well, Qing did warn me earlier) that Accountancy students are to expect alot of law related modules in their course of study. No wonder, Law always comes with accounting.
After lecture, Zhen Ze had to rush for his tuition. So we got our Price and Market notes from the admin office and went off. Initially, I wanted to get my Law text for some diligence learning. Sigh. I made a trip near Popular and turned back since it was already sardined with students. Aww.. hardly know if there's gonna be any available after today.
I wasn't feeling well. since yesterday. Running nose and feverish feeling. It didn't occur to me until it was getting unbearable that I decided to visit the clinic on a Sunday when most of the clinics closed. I ended myself waiting for almost one hour plus before I actually managed to consult the doctor. Sigh. Alot of people asked me what did the doctor said. Weird. The doctor didn't mentioned much. The only thing he asked was whether I'd prefer to have non-drowsiness causing medicine. Of course!
Otherwise, he spent most of the time answering my questions. Ha! I asked how long it will take to recover. (Since I hate being in a sick-mode). And do you know that drinking plenty of water after you're sick doesn't really helps you recover earlier. Ha! According to the doctor, it's just the same as vitamins. It only helps prevent but not heal.. Hmm.. so next time, change your advice when you're telling your ill-ed friends and family members such myths!
:: Lastly, I wanna say a special thanks to someone who have been keeping me accompany and cheer me with all those sweet sms-es. I can't forget you mentioning your new year's resolution. Erm.. not expecting much. Hopefully... it will be a better year for the both of us.
WARNING
This blog entry contains some coarse language. If you're under the age of 21 years old, please proceed back to the main page, unless under strict parental guidance or supervision.
The blogger hereby declare that he is not responsible for any disorder, damage or equivalent for any juvenile who challenge their integrity and discipline.
Two months of holiday just passed like a big gale. With an unsual bit of anxious anticipation this year, it's first day back in gakko (Japanese: school) in the blink of an eye!This blog entry contains some coarse language. If you're under the age of 21 years old, please proceed back to the main page, unless under strict parental guidance or supervision.
The blogger hereby declare that he is not responsible for any disorder, damage or equivalent for any juvenile who challenge their integrity and discipline.
How's it? Well, let's see..opening schedule for the next 14 days ain't very good. Out of two weeks, I'm expected to return to campus for 11 days. Omg.. pack! pack! pack!
To begin gakko, the very first lecture we expected was an impressioned to be dry one. Commercial Law. What to say... first of all, let's talk about our lecturer from RMIT, Melbourne. He started the lecture with his three rules. Firstly, he wants all our mobile phones to be switched off. Secondly, he expect us to keep total silence. "Able to hear a pin drop". Sighz. Thirdly, when he speaks, he doesn't want others to speak at the same time unless the need or discussion.
Well, not that I'm obessessed with him but I guess these are every educator's "golden rules". Except I didn't really agree to the very first rule. Turn off? Just put your mobile phone to silent mode can liao ma. Oops.. looks like the disobedient genes are itching again!!
Nevertheless, I was trying to get the best of the lecture. Australians have the habit to mumble, dampen their diction just when they didn't realise their unfamiliar slang was abit imcomprehendable. Ha! After which, I realised something about him. This lecturer was rather "guai lan" (Hokkien: Intolerably displeasing). He will just talk and stop like a jerky bus showing symptoms of breaking down. Well, he wasn't breaking down. However, it's his time-wasting way of enforcing his third rule of lecture. What's more? He will just sit and gradually, his positions got more restless. Omg.
In addition, the lecturer spent 2 hours on explaining how Singapore Laws were originated from the COMMON LAW. For a moment, I wondered if this was a history or law lecture. Perhaps it was required in the syllabus. However, I was eagerly yearning to be taught the Laws itself.
Well. I came out of the lecture room knowing nuts about what he was trying to teach. Thank goodness my strained ears did manage to get some things he spoke for notes taking. Unfortunately, the people around me were getting bored and causing certain undesirable disturbance. It was revealed (well, Qing did warn me earlier) that Accountancy students are to expect alot of law related modules in their course of study. No wonder, Law always comes with accounting.
After lecture, Zhen Ze had to rush for his tuition. So we got our Price and Market notes from the admin office and went off. Initially, I wanted to get my Law text for some diligence learning. Sigh. I made a trip near Popular and turned back since it was already sardined with students. Aww.. hardly know if there's gonna be any available after today.
I wasn't feeling well. since yesterday. Running nose and feverish feeling. It didn't occur to me until it was getting unbearable that I decided to visit the clinic on a Sunday when most of the clinics closed. I ended myself waiting for almost one hour plus before I actually managed to consult the doctor. Sigh. Alot of people asked me what did the doctor said. Weird. The doctor didn't mentioned much. The only thing he asked was whether I'd prefer to have non-drowsiness causing medicine. Of course!
Otherwise, he spent most of the time answering my questions. Ha! I asked how long it will take to recover. (Since I hate being in a sick-mode). And do you know that drinking plenty of water after you're sick doesn't really helps you recover earlier. Ha! According to the doctor, it's just the same as vitamins. It only helps prevent but not heal.. Hmm.. so next time, change your advice when you're telling your ill-ed friends and family members such myths!
:: Lastly, I wanna say a special thanks to someone who have been keeping me accompany and cheer me with all those sweet sms-es. I can't forget you mentioning your new year's resolution. Erm.. not expecting much. Hopefully... it will be a better year for the both of us.
Monday, January 01, 2007
De one with Goodbye 2006
Cool and windy
What did you do for the last day of year 2006? Most probably staying at home and sleep it over like any other day. Some are crowding at Esplanade audiencing the spectacular fireworks display. While others are standing outside Vivocity where Mediacorp was holding a countdown party.
I bid goodbye to 2006 overnight at Jeffer's house. It was also a get-together for my bunk of specialists. Only Zhen Ze, Eric and Joshua couldn't make it. It was enjoyable though abit tiring because we were awake the entire night till morning. Without any sleep, we drank Volka Ruby Red (a generous sharing from our lao da, Jeffers) with green tea and coca cola. Had a couple packages of chips (contributed by Kenneth), played endless card games and had a great laugh over it.
We even met (Sgt) Eddy in the middle of the night since the guy was just living a few blocks away from Jeffer's place. We were honoured to be the first of Charlie Specialists ever to visit (Sgt) Eddy's new flat. It was big and spacious. Neatly and humbling decorated too.
I got to learn a new card game called "Bridge". It's kinda out dated game. But hey! It's complicated.. most of the time I was merely playing clueless of what was important to notice. Haha! =p
Well well... before it stuck 12 midnight, we didn't really do a countdown. Ha! Then all of us were busy entertaining ourselves with our sms-flooded cell phones until I voiced that it was past 12:02 am and everybody greeted Happy New Year to each other. Omg.
Hmmm... You must be wondering how was 2006? Ponder no more, here's a quick flashback!!
Jan - Feb : Overseas training in New Zealand. It was fun!
Mar : Dating with an undesirable partner
Apr : ORD!! Hooray, Civilian again!
May : Cleared all my driving theory with Chin Yu
June : Travel to Melbourne alone
July : Vacation at BKK, Starting of course at SIM and got attached
Aug : 21st Birthday!
Oct : Break up. First uni examinations! Did pretty well!
Nov : My first Job interview. Crazy about Bleach Anime!
Dec : Relatively fabulous Xmas and release of Jay Chou's 2nd movie!!
Ha! There you have it! Looks like it's really been an eventful year!! Though there have been setbacks. I made some proud achievements! With that, I bid Goodbye to year 2006. Take this opportunity to wish for a better 2007~*
What did you do for the last day of year 2006? Most probably staying at home and sleep it over like any other day. Some are crowding at Esplanade audiencing the spectacular fireworks display. While others are standing outside Vivocity where Mediacorp was holding a countdown party.
I bid goodbye to 2006 overnight at Jeffer's house. It was also a get-together for my bunk of specialists. Only Zhen Ze, Eric and Joshua couldn't make it. It was enjoyable though abit tiring because we were awake the entire night till morning. Without any sleep, we drank Volka Ruby Red (a generous sharing from our lao da, Jeffers) with green tea and coca cola. Had a couple packages of chips (contributed by Kenneth), played endless card games and had a great laugh over it.
We even met (Sgt) Eddy in the middle of the night since the guy was just living a few blocks away from Jeffer's place. We were honoured to be the first of Charlie Specialists ever to visit (Sgt) Eddy's new flat. It was big and spacious. Neatly and humbling decorated too.
I got to learn a new card game called "Bridge". It's kinda out dated game. But hey! It's complicated.. most of the time I was merely playing clueless of what was important to notice. Haha! =p
Well well... before it stuck 12 midnight, we didn't really do a countdown. Ha! Then all of us were busy entertaining ourselves with our sms-flooded cell phones until I voiced that it was past 12:02 am and everybody greeted Happy New Year to each other. Omg.
Hmmm... You must be wondering how was 2006? Ponder no more, here's a quick flashback!!
Jan - Feb : Overseas training in New Zealand. It was fun!
Mar : Dating with an undesirable partner
Apr : ORD!! Hooray, Civilian again!
May : Cleared all my driving theory with Chin Yu
June : Travel to Melbourne alone
July : Vacation at BKK, Starting of course at SIM and got attached
Aug : 21st Birthday!
Oct : Break up. First uni examinations! Did pretty well!
Nov : My first Job interview. Crazy about Bleach Anime!
Dec : Relatively fabulous Xmas and release of Jay Chou's 2nd movie!!
Ha! There you have it! Looks like it's really been an eventful year!! Though there have been setbacks. I made some proud achievements! With that, I bid Goodbye to year 2006. Take this opportunity to wish for a better 2007~*
Sunday, December 31, 2006
De one with Chocolates
Sunny..finally
Do you like chocolates? Bet alot of us do, especially majority of female population. Hey, not trying to be sexist here. However, I guess it's true? Because females tend to have sweet tooth? Hehe.
Personally, I don't really like chocolates ... now. However, such edible objects containing milk and cocoa, some costing hundreds in price, holds certain significance to me: Chocolates is a gift to express love. On the other hand, one of the perfect (for me, the CORE) medicine to cure Depression and heart-broken.
Set the ellaboration aside. Let's talk about how "ruthless" chocolate "ruled" a part of our childhood... hey..wait a minute, it's my blog! Oki, correction! My childhood!
To much as I recall, I think my first sensible taste of chocolate was Pokki biscuit. Don't really know what's the actual brand. But remember those red cylindrical packaging which you open the seal on top and you dip the long biscuit into this chocolate portion? It's every child's version of heavenly Fondue! I tell you.
Next is Nutela chocolate spread. Hah! Sounds familiar? Yes, it's simply irresitable to have it generously spread over bread. Plain bread just don't taste as unappealing anymore!
Of course, not forgetting the most prominent Ferrero Roche'. These nuts coated "luring" balls are delicious. It's even satisfyingly savouring when you bit into the crunchiness of the toffle inside before tasting yet another layer of rich aromatic chocolate. This long establish brand have never failed making your heart weak with yearning. Awww... Wait! Other mega old time favourites.. "Have a break.. have a KITKAT!" and "M&Ms: Melts in your mouth, not in your hand".
Others? Remember small players like Milo nuggets and Timeout.
As I've grown, perhaps it's due to me wanting to lose weight or the "healthy living" consciousness, my taste bud lost it's liking for chocolates. Fortunately, the "sweetness" of chocolate didn't ceased to exist. Adolescence revealed that chocolate wasn't only sweet-tasting in the mouth but effusive within the heart.
All thanks to the emergence of Merci chocolates, the advertisment and recognisable theme influenced the idea greatly, that chocolates is a way of saying Thank you. For me lah. Ever since, with the realisation that our pocket money is sufficient for the purchase of chocolates, chocolates became a symbol of gifts for feelings expression.
Well, what can I say, it never fails to melts the other party's heart and put a smile on faces. A box of chocolates from me became a gift of genuine love (loveship, kinship and friendship) ever since.
Like Romeo said "Love is tender sweet and a bitter choking gall". During the mid 1990s there was a research propagating that chocolates contained a substances that aids in lifting the moods of human beings. It didn't take me till early 2000's to justified this amazing yet relieving truth.
There's no other better self-help remedy than chocolates for someone who's heartbroken and feeling sad.
Wuao.. what a chocolatey blog! Before I leave, here's something I've remonified:
A chocolate a day keeps the sadness away.
Do you like chocolates? Bet alot of us do, especially majority of female population. Hey, not trying to be sexist here. However, I guess it's true? Because females tend to have sweet tooth? Hehe.
Personally, I don't really like chocolates ... now. However, such edible objects containing milk and cocoa, some costing hundreds in price, holds certain significance to me: Chocolates is a gift to express love. On the other hand, one of the perfect (for me, the CORE) medicine to cure Depression and heart-broken.
Set the ellaboration aside. Let's talk about how "ruthless" chocolate "ruled" a part of our childhood... hey..wait a minute, it's my blog! Oki, correction! My childhood!
To much as I recall, I think my first sensible taste of chocolate was Pokki biscuit. Don't really know what's the actual brand. But remember those red cylindrical packaging which you open the seal on top and you dip the long biscuit into this chocolate portion? It's every child's version of heavenly Fondue! I tell you.
Next is Nutela chocolate spread. Hah! Sounds familiar? Yes, it's simply irresitable to have it generously spread over bread. Plain bread just don't taste as unappealing anymore!
Of course, not forgetting the most prominent Ferrero Roche'. These nuts coated "luring" balls are delicious. It's even satisfyingly savouring when you bit into the crunchiness of the toffle inside before tasting yet another layer of rich aromatic chocolate. This long establish brand have never failed making your heart weak with yearning. Awww... Wait! Other mega old time favourites.. "Have a break.. have a KITKAT!" and "M&Ms: Melts in your mouth, not in your hand".
Others? Remember small players like Milo nuggets and Timeout.
As I've grown, perhaps it's due to me wanting to lose weight or the "healthy living" consciousness, my taste bud lost it's liking for chocolates. Fortunately, the "sweetness" of chocolate didn't ceased to exist. Adolescence revealed that chocolate wasn't only sweet-tasting in the mouth but effusive within the heart.
All thanks to the emergence of Merci chocolates, the advertisment and recognisable theme influenced the idea greatly, that chocolates is a way of saying Thank you. For me lah. Ever since, with the realisation that our pocket money is sufficient for the purchase of chocolates, chocolates became a symbol of gifts for feelings expression.
Well, what can I say, it never fails to melts the other party's heart and put a smile on faces. A box of chocolates from me became a gift of genuine love (loveship, kinship and friendship) ever since.
Like Romeo said "Love is tender sweet and a bitter choking gall". During the mid 1990s there was a research propagating that chocolates contained a substances that aids in lifting the moods of human beings. It didn't take me till early 2000's to justified this amazing yet relieving truth.
There's no other better self-help remedy than chocolates for someone who's heartbroken and feeling sad.
Wuao.. what a chocolatey blog! Before I leave, here's something I've remonified:
A chocolate a day keeps the sadness away.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
De one with The Curse Of The Golden Flower
Heavy rain day
Early morning my plans for jog was ruined by the heavy rain. Well, an irony. What a good weather to laze in bed. Yet, undesirable for plans which have been made earlier for better use.
For ages, I've wondered why time in the late morning pass by so quickly. Before I knew it, it was afternoon and I had to get prepared to meet Chin Yu.
All thanks to the downpour, I end up buying a new umbrella from Espirit at Plaza Singapura as I forgotten to bring one from home. Chin Yu brought an umbrella. Unfortunately, his was 'barely' enough for himself. Hah. I needed one badly to shelter me from PS to The Cathay. Thus, I decided to buy one Khaki-coloured which I was satisfied with (cost me $21.90, thank god Espirit was having 10% sales). This was the labour of having searched the entire PS for stores in which umbrellas were available. Omg. Giodano and HangTen sells them. Disappointingly, the colours were not to my likely.
We arrived late at the Cathay. By the time we settled down, the Curse of the Golden Flower was already showing for what I think, approximately 10 minutes ago. Before watching this epic movie, hearsay it's reviewed to be pretty lousy. Against all odds, I watched it anyway. Majorly because it's my idol's second film (in which he's in the main cast).
I'm not going to say much about the story this time. However, I've got to say I've realised Jay Chou's dialogue were all pretty short. And the way he spoke still reflected a tone of "shyness". However, his fighting scenes were superb! I'm amazed. All in all, he played the only good and highly fillial "Prince Jie" in the movie.
There were scenes in which Gong Li, who played the empress, beared some resemblance to Hatsumono in Memoirs of Geisha. Hmmm.. looks like nowadays directors are increasingly having women who are ruthless. Oops! First. Memoirs of Geisha..then Ziyi Zhang in Banquet..now this..
As usual, Zhou Yun Fat's fiercely fantastic in his Emperor role. Love the scene in the end where he sort of throw back his golden robe and that scene where his long hair scatter loose after he slapped his youngest son. There was really something in his gaze throughout the entire show.
Well, what can I say.. the movie's a tragedy. It was a collection of love, incest relationship, adultery, undying fillial piety, breaking out of shameful secrets, treachery. Personally, I felt the story itself outweighted the fighting effects (something's new: Rope and sickles, and Grand Sabre) and the worth-mentioning elaborated costumes (shimmering with gold and silver).
The rain continued even as we went to town to have Pepper Lunch for dinner. (Hah! pepper "Lunch" for "Dinner": Resturant's name ironical to purpose) and went walking around. I finally got the chance to browse and taste Japanese "man tou". Yipee!! Shokoi Ne!
I don't know why in my mind I kept thinking that Chin Yu needs to go home early. Haha. Apparantly, it's rainning so he didn't have to rush home to get prepared for his roller hockey (which is cancelled).
The rain... the unwanted obligation to buy a new umbrella... Jay Chou and the Curse of the Golden Flower... Pepper lunch... Japanese "man tou"... A couldn't have been better day ;P
Early morning my plans for jog was ruined by the heavy rain. Well, an irony. What a good weather to laze in bed. Yet, undesirable for plans which have been made earlier for better use.
For ages, I've wondered why time in the late morning pass by so quickly. Before I knew it, it was afternoon and I had to get prepared to meet Chin Yu.
All thanks to the downpour, I end up buying a new umbrella from Espirit at Plaza Singapura as I forgotten to bring one from home. Chin Yu brought an umbrella. Unfortunately, his was 'barely' enough for himself. Hah. I needed one badly to shelter me from PS to The Cathay. Thus, I decided to buy one Khaki-coloured which I was satisfied with (cost me $21.90, thank god Espirit was having 10% sales). This was the labour of having searched the entire PS for stores in which umbrellas were available. Omg. Giodano and HangTen sells them. Disappointingly, the colours were not to my likely.
We arrived late at the Cathay. By the time we settled down, the Curse of the Golden Flower was already showing for what I think, approximately 10 minutes ago. Before watching this epic movie, hearsay it's reviewed to be pretty lousy. Against all odds, I watched it anyway. Majorly because it's my idol's second film (in which he's in the main cast).
I'm not going to say much about the story this time. However, I've got to say I've realised Jay Chou's dialogue were all pretty short. And the way he spoke still reflected a tone of "shyness". However, his fighting scenes were superb! I'm amazed. All in all, he played the only good and highly fillial "Prince Jie" in the movie.
There were scenes in which Gong Li, who played the empress, beared some resemblance to Hatsumono in Memoirs of Geisha. Hmmm.. looks like nowadays directors are increasingly having women who are ruthless. Oops! First. Memoirs of Geisha..then Ziyi Zhang in Banquet..now this..
As usual, Zhou Yun Fat's fiercely fantastic in his Emperor role. Love the scene in the end where he sort of throw back his golden robe and that scene where his long hair scatter loose after he slapped his youngest son. There was really something in his gaze throughout the entire show.
Well, what can I say.. the movie's a tragedy. It was a collection of love, incest relationship, adultery, undying fillial piety, breaking out of shameful secrets, treachery. Personally, I felt the story itself outweighted the fighting effects (something's new: Rope and sickles, and Grand Sabre) and the worth-mentioning elaborated costumes (shimmering with gold and silver).
The rain continued even as we went to town to have Pepper Lunch for dinner. (Hah! pepper "Lunch" for "Dinner": Resturant's name ironical to purpose) and went walking around. I finally got the chance to browse and taste Japanese "man tou". Yipee!! Shokoi Ne!
I don't know why in my mind I kept thinking that Chin Yu needs to go home early. Haha. Apparantly, it's rainning so he didn't have to rush home to get prepared for his roller hockey (which is cancelled).
The rain... the unwanted obligation to buy a new umbrella... Jay Chou and the Curse of the Golden Flower... Pepper lunch... Japanese "man tou"... A couldn't have been better day ;P
Saturday, December 23, 2006
De one with Gang Xmas-outing
Light rain...wet payments
It didn't rain as heavy within expectation. We had a situation meeting up yesterday. The last person, who was joining us for this year's Xmas dinner, only arrived one hour late. Worst thing, we couldn't decide by then exactly where to dine. Initially, we wanted to fix ourselves with N.Y.D.C. Then again, that plan was scribbed to Sakae. But then, our "Mr Cinderalla" couldn't eat raw seafood. Hence, we landed ourselves with dinner buffet at Siam Kitchen.
The service wasn't really good. They practised their bussiness gimmicks on us. Though it's buffet and it states "eat all you can". The re-order could only come in "rounds" and only after each "round" have been fully served. Thankfully, I'm easy with food. However, deep down, the rest of us were actually thought Sakae was better.
I made a sacrifice. They ended up ordering too much on the third (and last) round. I had to fill up some extra space in my filled stomach. After that, Weili and Clara joined us. By the time we finished Xmas dinner 2006, it was already 10pm.
An unexpected accident occured. Loo Wan discovered he lost $100 form his pocket. The "dark mist of cloud" shouldered around him as we dragged ourselves, partly aimlessly, towards The Rooftop at The Esplanade. The view of the CBD buildings, all dazzling lighted, was spendid. The atmosphere was quiet all because what was supposed for sweet and whispering couples all "littered" around.
We finally found a spot to settle before Weili was kinda "cramped" since it was late and her caring boyfriend was here to pick her home. It didn't take awhile before we were rushing to commence our "glamour specialty" of this year's Xmas gathering: Gift Exchange.
Budget was between $7 - 10 bucks. Of course, exceeded budgets are welcomed (well, mine did exceeded the budget lah. Bought a box of Belgium Chocolates from Candy Empire). There were nine of us (our OCT couldn't make it). In the end, there were two pairs of us who actually exchanged opposite's parties' gifts directly. Jessamine had Clara's and Clara had Jessamine's. I had Loo Wan's and Loo Wan had mine. Haha.
Ooh.. Loo Wan's gift was a nice wrapped snowman wrapper which a fan he took effort to make. Within it, contained an adorable orange Elmo mug (which Loo Wan keep insisting it was better looking than the mug they got for me during my birthday).
:: Thanks Loo Wan!!
Jielong's was a beautiful and elegant calendar with notebook. Ivan bought Ferrero Roche. Kok Sin got a glittering Crystal bear figurine. Weili bought body soap with something and Gek Kiah got those hanging bags from IKEA. Apologies. Not sure about Clara's and Jessamine.
Xmas '06 outing was short but fantastic. It was even more interested, the gang actually followed the dress code (suggested by me) of White Christmas when everybody wore something white! Hehe... To end it all, my close friend bestowed me an unexpected gifts too.
:: Thanks alot Clara. And all those (Joseph, Gek Kiah, Janice, Teacher Lorna, etc) who sent me lovely greeting cards!
Today, I didn't really do much. Went on our Toa Payoh for an evening's movie: Night At the Musuem. Hilarious show. Something beyond imagination lik Jimanji typed of show. "Some people are born great. Others have greatness given upon them".
2 more days to Christmas!
It didn't rain as heavy within expectation. We had a situation meeting up yesterday. The last person, who was joining us for this year's Xmas dinner, only arrived one hour late. Worst thing, we couldn't decide by then exactly where to dine. Initially, we wanted to fix ourselves with N.Y.D.C. Then again, that plan was scribbed to Sakae. But then, our "Mr Cinderalla" couldn't eat raw seafood. Hence, we landed ourselves with dinner buffet at Siam Kitchen.
The service wasn't really good. They practised their bussiness gimmicks on us. Though it's buffet and it states "eat all you can". The re-order could only come in "rounds" and only after each "round" have been fully served. Thankfully, I'm easy with food. However, deep down, the rest of us were actually thought Sakae was better.
I made a sacrifice. They ended up ordering too much on the third (and last) round. I had to fill up some extra space in my filled stomach. After that, Weili and Clara joined us. By the time we finished Xmas dinner 2006, it was already 10pm.
An unexpected accident occured. Loo Wan discovered he lost $100 form his pocket. The "dark mist of cloud" shouldered around him as we dragged ourselves, partly aimlessly, towards The Rooftop at The Esplanade. The view of the CBD buildings, all dazzling lighted, was spendid. The atmosphere was quiet all because what was supposed for sweet and whispering couples all "littered" around.
We finally found a spot to settle before Weili was kinda "cramped" since it was late and her caring boyfriend was here to pick her home. It didn't take awhile before we were rushing to commence our "glamour specialty" of this year's Xmas gathering: Gift Exchange.
Budget was between $7 - 10 bucks. Of course, exceeded budgets are welcomed (well, mine did exceeded the budget lah. Bought a box of Belgium Chocolates from Candy Empire). There were nine of us (our OCT couldn't make it). In the end, there were two pairs of us who actually exchanged opposite's parties' gifts directly. Jessamine had Clara's and Clara had Jessamine's. I had Loo Wan's and Loo Wan had mine. Haha.
Ooh.. Loo Wan's gift was a nice wrapped snowman wrapper which a fan he took effort to make. Within it, contained an adorable orange Elmo mug (which Loo Wan keep insisting it was better looking than the mug they got for me during my birthday).
:: Thanks Loo Wan!!
Jielong's was a beautiful and elegant calendar with notebook. Ivan bought Ferrero Roche. Kok Sin got a glittering Crystal bear figurine. Weili bought body soap with something and Gek Kiah got those hanging bags from IKEA. Apologies. Not sure about Clara's and Jessamine.
Xmas '06 outing was short but fantastic. It was even more interested, the gang actually followed the dress code (suggested by me) of White Christmas when everybody wore something white! Hehe... To end it all, my close friend bestowed me an unexpected gifts too.
:: Thanks alot Clara. And all those (Joseph, Gek Kiah, Janice, Teacher Lorna, etc) who sent me lovely greeting cards!
Today, I didn't really do much. Went on our Toa Payoh for an evening's movie: Night At the Musuem. Hilarious show. Something beyond imagination lik Jimanji typed of show. "Some people are born great. Others have greatness given upon them".
2 more days to Christmas!
Monday, December 18, 2006
De one with Her 51st Birthday
Rain in the day, the sky and the heart
17th December 2006. Yesterday. It marked a significant day as it's her 51st birthday. Supposed to be calling for celebration however the main character ain't present.
The rain stopped when I went out around 3+ in the afternoon. But not for long, the drizzling started to appear. Staining the white rose in my hand with moisture. The cold air.. the grey clouds.. screaming silence... all setting as though conjured to form a depressing atmosphere. As I made my way in the drizzle to Mandai Columbarium.
For a very long time, I sang happy birthday to my mummy upfront. It's a pity, I've had not the courage to sing this to her when she was alive. As usual, spent some time before leaving.
Thinking back, we've not been celebration mummy's birthday. I recalled when I was young. When we would laze around at home on a cloudy Saturday. There was once, she was complaining as she did her normal household chores despite it was her birthday, she wasn't spared of any rest. Thinking back, she never celebrated her birthdays. Only mine and Jimson's. It was really embarrassing we never did for her in return.
Today was different. Instead of many stalks of roses, I only brought one. A fully bloomed one.
Instead of having all-black attired, I only put on a black top. Nevertheless, it's her birthday. My late-mummy's 51st birthday.
:: Happy Birthday Mummy. Forever loved in my heart.
17th December 2006. Yesterday. It marked a significant day as it's her 51st birthday. Supposed to be calling for celebration however the main character ain't present.
The rain stopped when I went out around 3+ in the afternoon. But not for long, the drizzling started to appear. Staining the white rose in my hand with moisture. The cold air.. the grey clouds.. screaming silence... all setting as though conjured to form a depressing atmosphere. As I made my way in the drizzle to Mandai Columbarium.
For a very long time, I sang happy birthday to my mummy upfront. It's a pity, I've had not the courage to sing this to her when she was alive. As usual, spent some time before leaving.
Thinking back, we've not been celebration mummy's birthday. I recalled when I was young. When we would laze around at home on a cloudy Saturday. There was once, she was complaining as she did her normal household chores despite it was her birthday, she wasn't spared of any rest. Thinking back, she never celebrated her birthdays. Only mine and Jimson's. It was really embarrassing we never did for her in return.
Today was different. Instead of many stalks of roses, I only brought one. A fully bloomed one.
Instead of having all-black attired, I only put on a black top. Nevertheless, it's her birthday. My late-mummy's 51st birthday.
:: Happy Birthday Mummy. Forever loved in my heart.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
De one with Am I Who I Am Really
Raining all day
Yesterday was the first time in this year I've ever organised an outing for the gang. Not so bad.. out of 10, 7 turned up. The rest really had individual valid reasons. Jielong's down for an obligating friend's 21st Birthday concert; poor Weili's feeling unwell; beef-loving Jessamine's put in a difficult make-up situation with her organ instructor.
It turned out to be the 3rd time I've been to Vivocity. Not forgetting the night before and the panic from confirming for online booking of a commonly-agreed movie until afternoon. For that, I proudly say I passed the baton and walk down the position for event-organiser. Haha.
Nevertheless, it was gratifying since the gang haven't been meeting up spared Clara's birthday. Plus our busy Naval-officier cadet, Wei Cai, turned up too.
We went for dinner as we waited for those who were late yet not joining us for dinner. Watched Dejavu. A pretty complicated story about this ATF agent Doug Corlin who is involved in a terrorism-act prevention mission via the aid of a very advanced system which is able to bring back the past as an interactive present and, the ability to teleport light mass objects. The ending? It was pretty good. The terrorist (an obessed self-declared patriot) was killed before
the bombing of the ferry commerced.
After that, Kok Sin left as usual since he needed to catch the last train back. While others who were gang-orientated kinda turned down that he's always so concerned with catching the last train back, it occurred to me... Why?
Kok Sin hardly ever mention his Dad. Being understanding, I thought, perhaps it's inevitable he has to miss all the fun from what we could have done staying out late.. that maybe he has to be home early to accompany his Mom.. otherwise, save money (from taking a cab) or not to cause his parent(s) to be worried bah. Well.. then again, nobody knows.. perhaps I'm being too understanding.
We headed down to our nearest Ktv which landed us in Chinatown. Sang till our throats became sore. All thanks to Clara who secretly dubbed their "invented" Jason's concert when I was singing "Yong Qi". Omg. Good thing was both of us sang a song together for the very first time in all history. Haha.
Clara left shortly after we came out of KTV. We then hang around Maxwell market as we waited for the time to pass for us to catch the first train back.
In the milst, I enjoyed myself. However, there was a mysterious part in me that was troubled. Well, I can't sing very well.. and I tend not be as sociable as I thought I wanted to be. Unknowingly, I questioned myself, am I who I am really?
There are alot troubling me.. Though I pretend I'm alright, unbothered and smiling. Perhaps I'm striving too hard to achieve greatness. But.. is this what I really wanted? Who knows...
Arrived home around 7am before the wearing out starts in. I had a really fun time!
Yesterday was the first time in this year I've ever organised an outing for the gang. Not so bad.. out of 10, 7 turned up. The rest really had individual valid reasons. Jielong's down for an obligating friend's 21st Birthday concert; poor Weili's feeling unwell; beef-loving Jessamine's put in a difficult make-up situation with her organ instructor.
It turned out to be the 3rd time I've been to Vivocity. Not forgetting the night before and the panic from confirming for online booking of a commonly-agreed movie until afternoon. For that, I proudly say I passed the baton and walk down the position for event-organiser. Haha.
Nevertheless, it was gratifying since the gang haven't been meeting up spared Clara's birthday. Plus our busy Naval-officier cadet, Wei Cai, turned up too.
We went for dinner as we waited for those who were late yet not joining us for dinner. Watched Dejavu. A pretty complicated story about this ATF agent Doug Corlin who is involved in a terrorism-act prevention mission via the aid of a very advanced system which is able to bring back the past as an interactive present and, the ability to teleport light mass objects. The ending? It was pretty good. The terrorist (an obessed self-declared patriot) was killed before
the bombing of the ferry commerced.
After that, Kok Sin left as usual since he needed to catch the last train back. While others who were gang-orientated kinda turned down that he's always so concerned with catching the last train back, it occurred to me... Why?
Kok Sin hardly ever mention his Dad. Being understanding, I thought, perhaps it's inevitable he has to miss all the fun from what we could have done staying out late.. that maybe he has to be home early to accompany his Mom.. otherwise, save money (from taking a cab) or not to cause his parent(s) to be worried bah. Well.. then again, nobody knows.. perhaps I'm being too understanding.
We headed down to our nearest Ktv which landed us in Chinatown. Sang till our throats became sore. All thanks to Clara who secretly dubbed their "invented" Jason's concert when I was singing "Yong Qi". Omg. Good thing was both of us sang a song together for the very first time in all history. Haha.
Clara left shortly after we came out of KTV. We then hang around Maxwell market as we waited for the time to pass for us to catch the first train back.
In the milst, I enjoyed myself. However, there was a mysterious part in me that was troubled. Well, I can't sing very well.. and I tend not be as sociable as I thought I wanted to be. Unknowingly, I questioned myself, am I who I am really?
There are alot troubling me.. Though I pretend I'm alright, unbothered and smiling. Perhaps I'm striving too hard to achieve greatness. But.. is this what I really wanted? Who knows...
Arrived home around 7am before the wearing out starts in. I had a really fun time!
Friday, December 15, 2006
De one with Exams Results and Enrolment
Monsoon season
It's been long time since I've blogged. Hmm.. well.. looks like my blog entry is like Japanese anime and comics. You'll never know when the next episode or series is being released. Well well..here's one after so long.
Okay! That's a crappy introduction. Well wonder why I open my blog like this? I supposed it's majorly influenced by my latest heavy addiction and intense interest in Bleach. It's about Ichigo (the main character), shinigami (Death Gods), Soul Society, hollows and Bounto.
Well, I started slow..abit backwards as compared to those who were very good with their Bitorrent downloading software. Not really adapt to supporting piracy, I wished and it came true that Bleach would be available for sale in video stores. Of course, as all of us know, the merchandise would be slower than those available online.
I started watching the new episodes from Youtube. All thanks to my close friend Chin Yu, telling me about this website's existence. Only recently, I discovered this BleachPortalNet. From which allowed me to download and view the current and most updated episodes upon joinning their membership.
All in all, although there was the gurantee of having joined the membership. Somehow I feel uneased downloading the videos. Suspicious whether I'd be caught and considered as an anti-piracy criminal. Hah!
Well well, other than life..Life could have been better after exams.
Speaking of which, my first semester exams results were out earlier. Just that I didn't have the appropriate time to update it online. Well.. here comes... scored a total of 1 High Distinction, 2 Distinctions and a Credit. Overall it's alright. But I was hoping for better. No intention to sound contradicting but I'm fortunate that I was able to achieve such results even though I was having a tough time coping with exams prep and my chaotic emotional stress.
Today met Zhen Ze and Guan Hui. Went for lunch at Carls Junior before enjoying "Eragon" at GV max threatre. It was rather an enjoyable movie. Fantasy. What more can I say. Perhaps worth mentioning that the baby dragon was really very cute and adorable. All the girls sitting around were exclaimingly sighing with heart-softening awww.. those melodious-pitched admiration noises. Haha. However I felt that the fighting scene in the end was too short. It could have been more. Oooh..the catch phrase of the movie? "One part courage. Three parts fool." It was repeated about three times throughtout the movie. Haha!
We then went back to campus for our enrolment for next semester. The journey there was really interesting. Initially, Zhen Ze thought there was bus 61 at the Harbourfront interchange. Disappointingly, it was unpresent. Left with no choice, we took another bus to NUS and changed bus 151 which brought us directly to school.
What's more? jeeez... after enrolment, we had a long walk from SIM campus to Sunway Street where Guan Hui had a dearing desire for ice cream from erm... Something scoops. Haha. After which, we enroute another long distance, reaching Clementi where Zhen Ze wanted to bring us to this nice and famous Claypot rice store at one of those coffee shops near Clementi mrt.
Unfortunately, the store wasn't open. Hence, we settled for dinner at the food centre opposite.
On my way home, I started to think calmly what kinda friend I am. I've been in self isolation at home for this time, wanting some space for myself. I realised I've not been a really good friend. Sigh. It didn't take awhile before the emptiness starts filling up inside my heart. I wonder whether there's any bit of heart left. It's all stained with stigma and the bits and pieces now under stress of other things. New troubles I've just realised what the future have in store for me.
Thinking too much? Perhaps. Well.. just trying to make a better future. I really have so much to wokr hard for...
It's been long time since I've blogged. Hmm.. well.. looks like my blog entry is like Japanese anime and comics. You'll never know when the next episode or series is being released. Well well..here's one after so long.
Okay! That's a crappy introduction. Well wonder why I open my blog like this? I supposed it's majorly influenced by my latest heavy addiction and intense interest in Bleach. It's about Ichigo (the main character), shinigami (Death Gods), Soul Society, hollows and Bounto.
Well, I started slow..abit backwards as compared to those who were very good with their Bitorrent downloading software. Not really adapt to supporting piracy, I wished and it came true that Bleach would be available for sale in video stores. Of course, as all of us know, the merchandise would be slower than those available online.
I started watching the new episodes from Youtube. All thanks to my close friend Chin Yu, telling me about this website's existence. Only recently, I discovered this BleachPortalNet. From which allowed me to download and view the current and most updated episodes upon joinning their membership.
All in all, although there was the gurantee of having joined the membership. Somehow I feel uneased downloading the videos. Suspicious whether I'd be caught and considered as an anti-piracy criminal. Hah!
Well well, other than life..Life could have been better after exams.
Speaking of which, my first semester exams results were out earlier. Just that I didn't have the appropriate time to update it online. Well.. here comes... scored a total of 1 High Distinction, 2 Distinctions and a Credit. Overall it's alright. But I was hoping for better. No intention to sound contradicting but I'm fortunate that I was able to achieve such results even though I was having a tough time coping with exams prep and my chaotic emotional stress.
Today met Zhen Ze and Guan Hui. Went for lunch at Carls Junior before enjoying "Eragon" at GV max threatre. It was rather an enjoyable movie. Fantasy. What more can I say. Perhaps worth mentioning that the baby dragon was really very cute and adorable. All the girls sitting around were exclaimingly sighing with heart-softening awww.. those melodious-pitched admiration noises. Haha. However I felt that the fighting scene in the end was too short. It could have been more. Oooh..the catch phrase of the movie? "One part courage. Three parts fool." It was repeated about three times throughtout the movie. Haha!
We then went back to campus for our enrolment for next semester. The journey there was really interesting. Initially, Zhen Ze thought there was bus 61 at the Harbourfront interchange. Disappointingly, it was unpresent. Left with no choice, we took another bus to NUS and changed bus 151 which brought us directly to school.
What's more? jeeez... after enrolment, we had a long walk from SIM campus to Sunway Street where Guan Hui had a dearing desire for ice cream from erm... Something scoops. Haha. After which, we enroute another long distance, reaching Clementi where Zhen Ze wanted to bring us to this nice and famous Claypot rice store at one of those coffee shops near Clementi mrt.
Unfortunately, the store wasn't open. Hence, we settled for dinner at the food centre opposite.
On my way home, I started to think calmly what kinda friend I am. I've been in self isolation at home for this time, wanting some space for myself. I realised I've not been a really good friend. Sigh. It didn't take awhile before the emptiness starts filling up inside my heart. I wonder whether there's any bit of heart left. It's all stained with stigma and the bits and pieces now under stress of other things. New troubles I've just realised what the future have in store for me.
Thinking too much? Perhaps. Well.. just trying to make a better future. I really have so much to wokr hard for...
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