The thing about teachers

I enjoyed a particular article by a fellow blogger teacher so much that I feel that i should write my two cents worth.

As she has mentioned, it is difficult for teachers to be treated as normal human being as we are constantly placed on a pedestal where in fact many seemingly normal activities are taboo for teachers. It is only in teachers' blogs or even teacher's diaries ( if you are so competent to lay your hands on) that you get the real confessions of teachers who are bitchy, frustrated, angry, and errr... normal.

So what do we do that is different from others? Pretty much no, I for example, eat, sleep, blog and shit, much like a normal person. As teachers, we are pretty much the role models that people want/wish/fantasize that we will be. As a colleague once said, "We are not expected to be role models, we are supposed to be role models" Profound but yet true.

But then again, I would like to confess the things that a "normal" teacher would "normally" do...

1) Swear
I don't mean telling the truth to God, but well it is kinda like telling God and of course more importantly to the people around you how you feel about certain things. I sometimes find it an irony as we are not expected to swore (pun intended) off the lexicon of obscenities like the ever favourable F***, KNNBCCB, B****, S*** (sorry if I go beyond the NC 16 to R18) But then again I was well trained in the army and I find it a pity to give it all up just because it was socially wrong for a teacher to do so as we are providing the wrong role models. Well I just have to say it with bated breath and make sure my students and colleagues are at least like 30m away from me.

2)Party
I know there are teachers who drink and drink and drunk and love to go to the most happening spots. There is abslutely nothing wrong with that. In fact teachers are known to be people who know when to have fun. It is just that in front of students, we need to put up a front and put on a disapproving look everytime when we feel that the situation is getting a little wee bit outrageous. But trust us, we do know when to have a good time. In fact, the teachers are going to have a party known as "Rough it out @ St Raphael", where the teachers will be letting their hair down on Friday at St Raphael's Staffroom. And ONLY teachers are invited. No gatecrashing students allowed. Now who say we don't have fun?

So enjoy what you discover in cyberspace, for in schools we are abnormal. Well kinda...

The thing about Giggling and Giggling and Giggling....... (cont'd)

Giggling girls overheard in my voicemail.
Can only mean 1 thing.
Some loose cannons out from Woodbridge...
Or....
Stressed up IJ girls

The horror of the GCE O levels

Desperation

Desperation has a new meaning... it is called bombarding Mr Ng with SS essays.

Much that I would love to help all of you out. But I am only 1 man, 1 teacher... sigh..

I admire the perserverence of the students who would tirelessly bring their essays from home to school to let me mark and critique them. I can only say sorry if I am not able to handle ALL at such a short notice.

Maybe I was too ambitious, maybe I was just plain stupid for not realising that IJ gitls CAN be hardworking at the last min of the exams.

Anyway no matter what I will try my best to finish whatever I have been given.

Just be a little bit appreciative that I am giving you that attention...

Signed
The Overworked, Under Paid teacher.

How much is my blog worth??

My blog is worth $12,984.42.
How much is your blog worth?

I need the extra cash... Nai Fen Qian (milk powder money)... Hee Hee

The Thing about Exams and Post Exams

I've finished all my markings! Actually I have done it like eons ago. Marking the Sec 3 History Elective Paper was a breeze.

Let me introduce to you a very interesting formula
Minimal effort in study = Minimal effort in marking for the teachers + heart pain for the students

Anyway yesterday was Judgement Day for the Sec 3 History students.

In the not very conducive environment where students have nothing but good memories ( ie the tuckshop) A colleague and I started the painful (for the students) yet painless (for the teachers) of giving the exam scripts back to the students for checking.

This is where the exciting chattering stops, the facial changes and of course the sometimes superficial nonchalant expression. I was a student once and I totally understand how a student feel --- dreadful. That is what the students dread, in a way. To them, it's like Judgement Day. When the teacher hands back the script to them, the numbers etched in red ink on the front page would inevitably bring about tsunamis and earthquakes of emotions.

So far, I have always watched these happen rather nonchalantly at the beginning. The scene played out before me is always the same. Quiet and nervous silence while waiting for their names to be called to take their papers. Once they got their papers, those who thought they did well would let out a jubilant yelp of success. Some would allow themselves a more moderate grin of satisfaction. I might be able to catch a neutral sigh of relief from a few.

Those who didn't do well would sit there stunned and expressionless for a while. And after that few moments of peer comparisons, and when reality had sunk in deep enough, they would start dabbing their eyes. For the more affected ones, tears would stream down.

Watching these unfold before my eyes, the humane side of me would then be moved slightly by their emotions. While in my heart I revel in the joys of some, I also feel for those who failed and were thoroughly disappointed.

Some of those who failed did not deserve to be like that. But they somehow fell to exam stress and mental block. They have been doing their classwork and assignments diligently. Some have been felled by poor study techniques, especially those who banked on memorising alone.

I've done whatever in my professional capacity to award them the marks they deserve. But they just couldn't make it. They just have to learn to be resilient. That's life.

Well at least they bother about their studies enough to feel some disappointment with failure. There are some kids who are totally indifferent, and could even joke and laugh with their friends with failure nudged into their faces.

Maybe they thought that they will have a second chance. Maybe they thought that things will be ok….

Maybe they can try again, next year? Or will it be an avalanche of emotions which replayed this over again.

Maybe.. Maybe it will be …. Maybe it will not. Who knows?

The thing about Leaving Certificates and Testimonials

I have finished my markings. Well actually quite long ago. And now I am so buried in writing out testimonials and comments on the leaving certificates for my graduating class.

It is perhaps the most interesting and tedious part of being a teacher, for you have to just think of all the "wonderful" things that the students have done and as another fellow graduating class form teacher said, composed stories a-la-Rowling. In fact we have this silly competition how many short feature stories we can write before school ends. In fact it is always during writing testimonials and leaving certificates ( not that I have written for many years) that I realised how much or how little I knew about this particular student of mine, or how grossly mistaken I was about the student. To my sanity and my integrity, I found that i have at least something good to write about everyone thankful to a wonderful idea from a senior teacher who told his form class to write comments about each other. At least in this way I am not too "off" with my comments.

Nonetheless there will be episodes where I will be just doing this


pondering in front of my laptop which I have been vegetating for the past few days (surprising though very little people have been coming back to ask me about SS or History or A Maths for the matter... I must hav been a great teacher!! :S) where I pondered over the words I need to use and what to say about so and so. At times when my thoughts are inexpressible ( if there is a word for that), I like to, then, take a memory lane where I fast forwarded the things that had happened and zoomed in on the things that I witnessed about the girl, or the few if any conversations I have with her... Then I will replay it in my mind in slo-mo. the memories are.
Sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes hurting, sometimes happy, sometimes hilarious, sometimes just plain. It is then I tried to give my take on the issue and "judge" the girl based on what i remember. Yes it is unfair at times and yes it doesn't really tell a whole story, but I think I have been accurately in most times.

As for my writing style, I try to be not too sacarastic with my comments and of course give a positive spin to the not very pleasant things. Well as all know I am not really fantastic ( I did get a C6 for GP) but you know I am great at coming up with story. ( Come see the next Harry Potter in the making!!) And of course I tried to write the easiest ( ie alot to write about and easiest to write) and leave the "challenging" ones to the last.

Make a wild guess, whose leaving certificate is the first and the last to be written for? Results will be announced in a later post and of course the winner will get a special prize during grad night. Just leave a note on the post...


Your sincerely, Just Kidding Rowling

We are that blogger...

Find this interesting and meaningful. My take and my bit of contribution on the meme


Who are you?

I'm that guy who believe in love at first sight. It meant literally I fall in love with anyone, anything (*gasp) in my JC years.

I'm that guy who rushed to his girlfriend's place during his NS days before going home.

I'm that guy who girls used to say I am great as a friend but never as a boyfriend

I'm that guy who never pass a single Add Maths Test in Sec 3 and now end up teaching Add Maths (*gasp)

I'm that guy who decided to study Arts in NUS after his GP tutor said his Engrish is too bad to be an arts student. And the best part was that he got a C6 for GP and end up graduating with Honours in History.

I'm that guy who love trivialities and where can you find them most other than history?

I'm that guy who still fear thrill rides and horror movies.

I'm that guy who will just burst into tears when I hear Collin Raye "Love Me" for it remind me of my late grandparents who love me so much.

I'm that guy who did AEP bcause it seems like a soft option. I realised the folly of my decision during the preparation of my AEP project in Sec 4.

I'm that guy who learnt pottery during AEP lessons as he was inspired by the movie "Ghost"

I'm that guy who love and feel the need to control.

I'm that guy that hates economics - micro and macro inclusive.

I'm that guy who has no recollection of his JC life because he choose to forget that painful times.

I'm that guy that hates smokers, for it is was smoking that took the life of his beloved grandmom.

I'm that guy who spend hours , day after day in the VS AEP studio, and even have a set of personal keys.

I'm that guy who in a fit of craziness, taught his form class how to dance to the beat of "hey Baby"

I'm that guy who will watch re-runs and re-re-runs of "Friends", because it is hard to let go.

I'm that guy who is too over sentimental and emotional. I am also the one who will keep 4 years worth of teachers' day presents eventhough half of them are just ornamental pieces which don't seem to be in place with any place in my house.

I'm that guy who decided to be a teacher because he had a crush on his History teacher. She was not really pretty but she has this "air" around her that was "intoxicating".

I'm that guy who tried to please everyone and end up asking "who will please me?"

I'm that guy who thinks friends are important.

I'm that guy who wants to be a perfectionist.

I'm that guy who thought that first love was going to last. But it didn't and I have to watch the musical "Cats" alone for we broke up just an hour earlier.

I'm that guy who end up dating only NJ girls (*gasp)

I'm that guy who used to be so cheapskate that he will will buy his girlfriend a brand new walkman (that was the in thing then) and refused to get his sister one.

I'm that guy who buys computer games but never complete them.

I'm the guy that had mood swings and it is not even periodic like some women.

I'm that guy that people called the SNAG but is actually someone who needs to go for an operation to get his oversensitive tear ducts repaired.

I'm that guy who used to think acting was so cool and perform in a couple of drama productions. I used to have aspirations of starting my own drama company, "Light Theatre".

I'm that guy who still harbour a desire to perform again.

I'm that guy who people called "Cheena". It didn't help when you are in the CLDDS and you come to a school where students love to criticise your Engrish pronounciation.

I'm that guy who has been so chivalrous and spend the date as late as he possibly could, send the girl who lives in Jurong by the way and ran after the very last Number 154 bus, so that he could take the very last Number 153 back to Toa Payoh, so that he did not have to take a cab or pay the midnight surcharge (because he can't afford it).

I'm that guy who used to believe his love affair will be liken to a romantic fairy tale love story. and by that, I don't mean the draggy and incestuous Korean love dramas.

I'm that guy who think that it is ok to just "go" when you have fulfilled your purpose in life.

I'm that guy who thought of the perfect name for his unborn child, and one who will be terrible upset if "it" is not a girl.

I'm that guy who will share about the different styles and cultures of funerals of the different dialect groups during wakes.

I'm that guy who people love to hate

I'm that guy who find it easy to love

I'm that guy who find it hard to let go






Yeah, I'm that person. Who are you?

Stalker

I received a voice mail with a couple of girls giggling in the background without saying anything

Omigosh I got a many stalkers!!!

Headache

I am having a splitting headache now.

Aunties and Uncles are having a karaoke cum buffet at the open air amphitheater facing my block.

For the love of God... please get them to stop.

I think I am having vertigo again.....

Arghh.....

Safe in a Crazy World

On the last day of school, I played a short powerpoint slideshow to my form class. It was from a book of pictures on animals which I so "shamelessly" ripped. The book known as the "Blue Day Book" never failed to bring a smile on my face when I am feeling down and need just the motivation to move on with life. Amidst the many things that sometimes just preoccupy or frustrate me.

I just love this song by corrine may which I played as the background music for the slides. It was not very loud as the speakers in the classroom didn't do justice to such a meaningful and lovely song, so I decided to show the lyrics here.

S A F E I N A C R A Z Y W O R L D
Written by Corrinne May Ying Foo

I try to smile my tears away
I try to keep my cool
Oh but one more door gets in my way
I feel like such a fool
Trampled and bitter
My heart just wants to bleed and stop
Believing in me

It feels like nothing is for certain and that nothing comes for free
When they're lowering the curtain
to the theatre of my dreams
I stumble and I crumble and I'm
Sinking to my knees but you
You cradle me

You keep me flying
You keep me smiling
You keep me safe in a crazy world
You understand me
Embrace my fragility
You keep me safe in a crazy world
And in your arms
I find the strength to believe in me again

Noise keeps chasing me
No matter where I go
Oh and life likes pretending that it's
On a TV show
When it's hard to tell what's real
From what the world just wants to preach
You are the voice I seek

You keep me flying
You keep me smiling
You keep me safe in a crazy world
You understand me
Embrace my fragility
You keep me safe in a crazy world
'cause when I'm wrapped up in your arms
Nothing else can touch me
What a wonderful way to recharge
I feel like I can breathe again

You keep me flying
You keep me smiling
You keep me safe in a crazy world
You understand me
Embrace my fragility
You keep me safe in a crazy world
And in your arms
I find the strength to believe in me again




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I think I need to cry....
I hate myself for being so emotional.....

The one about the last episodes of friends

I have been watching re-runs of the widely popular american sitcome "friends" and recently acquired the DVD for the sitcom "Joey"

I laughed through the different episodes and the antics of the characters but usually will stop before I reach the finale episodes. Somehow it is a natural reaction, sometimes it is just that I am so so bad at handling loss.

I didn't want the fun and laughter to end. I didn't want the feeling of loss to overcome me. I didn't want to feel miserable.

But I guess the time is up..... for me to just getting used to see the Friends move on and to follow what Joey did and find new directions in a new place. Maybe it is just the way I see it...

trying is contradictory

hiding is difficult

realisation is painful

And silence is miserable...

The loss of a writer

Updated

In my defence of this "unfortunate" incident, I must say that I didn't know I have so much awe and authority over this poor girl which I have supposedly traumatized. Actually I should have known my hidden potential when xiao-mei-mei tend to stay about a 100m radius everytime I attempt to greet her. As for this, it was totally unintentional, and it was never my wish for her to close down the blog

If all of you know, I do believe in the power of the blogs and i understand it as a outlet for students to express their joys, fears and frustration. If you have been reading my other entry,
you would have known and understood my stance. But then again, I "misused" the power of the teacher. I just didn't realise the cliched phrase of "with great power come great responsibility"

Original
A casual joke and "evil" conspiracy brought about the demise of a talented writer. It is great pity that things had ended up this way, or should I say that I would never expected you to freak out this way. Ending it may seems like a escapist way to you but what you should do is to continue to write for those who care and want to know more about you.

If you know who I am talking about. Look here girl, You may think you are a lousy singer but you have been a wonderful writer.

And that is my 2 cents worth if you have any que -chens? :P

5 things about a teacher

1) They always carry a red pen around, without fail and recognisable from the ink-blotted shirt pockets and "bleeding" pants pockets

2) They almost without fail be either short- or long- or both sighted. Spectacles equal to a scholarly look or so my ah- ma used to say: "more si boon or si wen"

3) They stared at people who are not paying attention to what they are talking

4) They walked into a room and expected everyone to greet them "Good Morning/afternoon/evening so-and-so"

5) Their lives outside school still revolved around students. Wait a minute... teachers don't have lives outside school. :P

And that's my 2 cents worth..

A conversation

the handphone vibrates. Screen display an unfamiliar number. I am always apprehensive about receiving phonecalls from unfamiliar numbers. Promising myself that i will do something stupid a day, I pick up the phone.

"Hi"

"Hello? Is that Mr Ng Wai Kiang?"

I cringed when that man misporonounced my name, I guess he was looking for me

"Yes, and by the way it is Mr Ng Wei...."

"Hi Mr Ng, I called to congratulate you for winning this makeover session with our company"

"Huh? I don't remember taking part in such a competition.."

"Oh Mr Ng, we got your contacts from a lucky draw survey that you did with one of the leading shopping centre. We randomly picked up ten entries and you are one of the lucky ones"

Whoopee. It is sounding more suspicious by the minute

"By the way Mr Ng, we are a new photography company and we would like you and your family members to come for a make over session, absolutely free! So which day would be good for you, this saturday or sunday?"

"You mean I don't have to pay a single cent?"

"Absolutely"

"I don't even have to buy anything to get the free session?"

"No, all you need is to come down to our studio with your family members"

"Hm....I don't think so"

"But why sir? this package would have cost $300 plus and we are giving it for free"

"Nah I don't think I want that. It sound too good to be true... Anyway thank for your offer, please give this once in the lifetime chance to others. Thank you."

I hanged up the phone. The line of stupidity and being lucky seems a very thin one. I guess as you grow older, you become more and more sceptical about things being free. Maybe the reality of life had taught us all too well, there is nothing free in this world.

I guess who else were the other lucky ones?

The Mr Ng's guide to what is a loser?

Many people are interested to know how Mr Ng came up with all this hand signs of a "LOSER". Without any formal training on sign language, I decided to conceive my own signal with the help of many of my students who sometimes displayed traits that will be better expressed with a condescending hand sign than a comment. Trust me sometimes it work better this way.

However the signs will not have its desirable effect if Mr Ng is to give a 1 and a half hour tirade on its meaning and how it is conceived. Thus Mr Ng decided to use visual aids to assist him in the explanation of what are the various types of losers





You are most welcome...

The Last Day

Today is the last day of school for the Sec 4s, the end of the intensive revision.

I asked my class girls whether they have this feeling ( ie sadness) as this will be the last day of official lesson. Many of them seem nonchalant about it. Perhaps the reality has not sinked in..

I have mixed feeling about this day.. on the one hand, I am glad this this is all over and on the other hand, I am also uncertain about the things that will be happening in the near future.

I guess sometimes it is good to look back and reflect on the things that had happen over these frantic months. And ask what will I be missing about the class..

In a candid tone, I guess I will miss:

1) The classroom in its pristine condition and not one that has been struck by Hurricance

2) Walking past the classrooms and see "whorish" ( I really can't find the right word) people sitting on the chairs masquerading as tables (or was it the one way around) such as Amanda Ang, Lynette, Bidina and Charlene

3) hordes of girls asking to go to the toilets hand in hand, or to find a companion to go to do some photocopying as the distance is too long, and you need a companion to talk the long distance away

4) Claire and Alycia Lum falling asleep right under the nose of the teacher. Charlene and Eleanor are close behind in that irritability factor

5) Screams of "Shaddup Lynette!"

6) Pinafore belts which could be used for a multitude of functions other than around the waist such as a Japanese Kamikaze samurai, a tie, a hairband, a measuring tape (as it will be always be placed on the table), a blindfold and lastly a scarf.

7) girls who went through lessons with feet off the ground, such as Perry and vk with their buddha on lotus leaves postures and lynette who seems to fear sharks swimming under her desk...

8) too comfortable learning environment where girls took off their shoes and socks ( yes socks) I swear that after the cleaning this afternoon , the air in 4/4 classroom smell fresher. I had to say it always have that slight pungent smell everytime I walked in

9) the rubbish cum recycling bin, aka the teacher's table

10) the dreadful greetings of "Good Morning Mr Ng" or "Thank You Mr Ng". I must say today greeting was by far the best I had heard for the past few months

And I guess that will be what I will miss.

Intensive revision and the sinkinng feeling of feeling unappreciated

The life of a Secondary Four teacher can be especially stressful.. ESPECIALLy during the last few months of the year. After the inital months of bonding, getting the class motivated, dealing with parents who were unduly worried about their daughters ending up in M.I or any of the C.I (no offence), the last few months schedule read like a page from a businessman's filofax. It goes something like this.

August - September Rush through the remaining syllabus, prepare the prelim examination papers
September - October Invigilation aka one pair of eyes staring at forty paris of eyes staring at the examination papers, marking of examination scripts
October - intensive revision churning out result slips, thinking about testimonial to write
October - November testimonials writing

And there you goes, a year has passed and the routine continued..
no wonder people are leaving the profession. ( Rumours that Mr Eric Tan is going to quit teaching and sell chicken rice at Novena, I am not so sure.. chicken rice.. not really lucrative.. prawn mee hm... maybe)

As a SS teacher, although it is a COMPULSORY subject... the level of interest for this subject is surprisingly low. Maybe I just didn't have the flair to teach it, but sometimes I think it is still important to respect the teacher ie me for standing in front of the class to ive intensive revision. Imagine the teacher sweating with beads of perspiration trying his best to teach what heknows, to impart his knowledge and there we have the scenario as below...







And the cycle continued lesson after lesson...

Yah the pictures do paint a vivid picture huh??

The film of my life

Sometimes I wonder what a film will turn out if my life was the inspiration of the film. I was websearching and found this. And this is what i got..


Sofia Coppola
Your film will be 58% romantic, 35% comedy, 30% complex plot, and a $ 26 million budget.

Relatively inexperienced (The Virgin Suicides, Lost In Translation) as a director, but already highly respected and connected -- her dad, Francis, directed all The Godfather movies, Apocolypse Now. Also, at last word she's dating Quentin Tarantino, so I'm sure he'll have some input into the substance of your film. Sofia's good at making the romantic drama that is your life. Who didn't have at least a lump in the throat at the end of Lost In Translation? She's already won one Academy Award for her writing, now she'll be the first woman to receive one for directing -- YOUR FILM!

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 75% on action-romance You scored higher than 60% on humor You scored higher than 17% on complexity You scored higher than 14% on budget

Link: The Director Who Films Your Life Test written by bingomosquito on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

A load of C*@9
Inspired by the ludricious mistakes made by my students, I have decided to put myself in my students' shoes. ( not that they are just nice for me... if you know what I mean..)

Today really sux

First of all there is this History exam which I am sure I am going to fail. It seems that there are just so much to study for the bleedy History. That "SOAB" Mr Ng seriously think that it is so easy to study 5 bleedy chapters for history. He really think that the examinations really revolved around history. Well let me get this straight, he is so wrong.. I tell you and I am going to prove it to him. In fact I am going to show him that it is humanely impossible to study all those things and get the facts right. In fact I am going to make so many glaring mistakes that he is going to spill blood over the scripts. Yah I tell you this is what teachers truly deserved. And if you are reading this, Mr Ng, you can just criticise my behaviour. well that what you teachers do anyway...

Firstly let me express my disgust over the school who punished the students whose blogs were critcising the teachers. I feel that as a student, the way the school is doing is not correct. I feel that you should first ask the teachers why they got so much time to spare reading the students blogs. And cuse me if you replied that it is through googling, then you should be spending more time making your lessons interesting rather than going around and invading our privacy. Who did you think you are? Sherlock? And by the way if your name appeared in non flattering terms, well let jst say that you can't strike a chord with the students, and making all this complaints is just going to make it worse. Come on you are no better than a kid who goes to the "teacher" to complain that another classmate gave you names. Sad but true. If you want to criticise be prepared to be criticised. That's what life is.. isn't this what you taught us?

Just get a "freaking" life.... please.

An impromptu celebration

I must be getting old-guilible-senile over the years. I was tricked by my own form class! In A fun way anyway. The girls threw an impromptu birthday celebration for me at the St Rap's shed. It was interesting that they got someone to distract me ie the one that I would never have doubted, Nicole DS to come and talk to me about her erm... problems with her mom. And I was actually having a meaningful conversation when another girl Roseann came and told us that Nicole's mom is here and she wanted to see Nicole's teachers. Armed with my weaponry (results analysis, mid year results, trusty ruler, pen and of course a heart of steel) I walked over to the shed, seeing the cake and the class breaking into choruses of "happy Birthday " and the song "hey Baby". It was such a wonderful surprise! The gift was a meaningful one with the girls writing something on each page. It was such a beautiful gift that I would keep it forever. Thanks 4/4! You really made my day!

Anyway I should make use of this opportunity to give "Oscars" to the nominees

Best Actress: Nicole De silva
She almost got me there with her teary eyes and her outpouring of emotions about her mom. I am sure I will be seeing her in "Moulmein High 3" or "Amazing Tales"??

Best Supporting Actress:
It was a toss between Amanda Ang and of course Roseann, but I will give the award to Roseann for her run and of course the one liner that she made " Mr Ng , please come down to the shed, and Nicole you better come quick, you know how difficult your mom is..."

Best soundtrack
"Hey Baby" what else.?

Best Prop
The Cake and of course the gift

Best cast
4/4 of course!

Thanks a million!

My Birthday Celebrations

An uneventful day. Maybe my birthday wish last year was relaised but I had the most boring celebrations ever. I guess this is what happens as you grow old. The level of clebrations and excitiment is inversely proportional to your age.

Watched the new ( or should i say so passe) Jackie chan movie, "The Myth". It seems so interesting that all these movie producers love to "bastardise" the beauty of History. To cut the long story short, Jackie Chan was a archaeologist who fight and has brains ( a la Indiana Jones), he has this recurring dream that he was a Qin dynasty general with the duty to protect the concubine of the Qin emperor ( a la that Chinese show starring Chow Yun Fatt and Lin Qing Xia, btw it is showing on Channel 8 this afternoon). There was this Bollywood dances and of course th good old solider fighting and slashing their guts out and Jackie Chan using his antics to fight and you know what. But then again the storyline was a bit far fetched. I shan's spoil it for those who have not watch it but rest assured if you are a history buff like me, I am sure you will certainly not approve of the way the movie goes. But then again, that is movies...

Had dinner at Tony Romas and that is it, a simple celebration

Sound like any other day to me....

Turning Thirty One aka Growing Old

It's scary how forgetful I can be... I can think about a certain website I need to check out, but forget which by the time I'm done with the initial webpage I was reading, and need to write all my outstanding work on a post-it note..But to top it off, I spent the whole of yesterday looking for my pocket Pc, which I distinctly recall I put it in my bag. I ransacked the fridge and realised that I have forgotten that I have finished the potato chips. At the rate soon I'm gonna stuff my dirty laundry into the fridge too..