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
Sunday, February 25, 2007
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
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