Potentially confusing post
I haven't been blogging for a week plus.
I have been having my PMSes...
I am serious.
I am having all this mood swings which really feels like a roller coaster ride these few day, then i am getting a headache just spinning up and down
Students who experience this sudden outbursts of irritation and tinges of sacarasm are forewarned. This may go on for a long period of time.
I shall not give all of you the longs and shorts about what had been happening to me for the past few weeks, but let just say that there are points of time when I feel that I am at the crossroads of things.
The situation though had been resolved but there are still the internal turmoils in my heart which I need to come to terms with. In fact it has come to a point of time that both ways of the crossroads are not where I want to go. Either way I won't be really happy.....
My close friends and my wife had been talking to me and I have been trying to reconcile all these by myself and I realise that it is going to be difficult in anyway what so ever. But it has come to a point of time that I just have to decide what is it best for me and just welcome the new challenges with open arms.
Whatever decision I made, it is mine and mine only and I can only say that it is a painful one.
I rest...
I ponder...
I decide...
I had decided...
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Friday, July 22, 2005
The Ego One's Sick Random Mumblings
I’m bushed.
Had been working hard these few weeks. Damn haven't been working so hard since the beginning of the year. I think I need an MC. Incoherent as the above points are, I realise one very important point: that getting sick and getting an MC, are usually mutually exclusive events, or in a purely mathematical form if Getting sick is represented by the subset S and getting an MC is Subset M. Then S intersect M is a null set.... I have seen girls who look extremely sickly during lessons but was perfectly energetic after school. What magical medicine are they eating??
Anyway fast backwards to a case in point: In the army when I was "earning" my citizenship, I had this terrible case of stomach flu, but the doctor just blatantly refused to give me an MC. Damn. I hope he lose his license or something ( like fall into the drain and break his manhood... haha I am joking, I was actually hoping that he fall and injuried his manhood) But then again, my cursing never works and this doctor end up with a good marriage and 4 healthy kids. I think I should really be cursing more...
Anyway time jump to present day, to an older and wiser me. I realise that people nowaday are either falling sick really easy or they just failed to sound/look/smell convincingly sick. So I decided to help people around to by sharing with you guys some of my finer tactics in getting MCs:
1) NEVER go to the company doctor. They are paid not to give you adequate MCs.
2) Sleep as little as possible the night before, preferably under 5 hours. With this, you can achieve that ‘I-coughed-so-badly-I-couldn’t-sleep-last-night’ kind of look.
3) Don’t brush your teeth, wash your face, or comb your hair before the visit. This helps you achieve that haggard look, which complements Tactic #2. The doc probably wouldn’t appreciate your bad breath, but who gives a damn about him. He’s earning loads of money from you anyway.
4) Punctuate every sentence with a cough. This is also a test to see whether if your doc is genuinely concerned about you. The one true good doc I met actually poured a cup of warm water for me when I did this, and I felt very guilty after that. For about a few seconds.
5) INSIST on two day’s worth of MC. If need be, say something extreme like you really need the rest, if not you’ll cause a fatal accident or something in your workplace/school.
There you have it! Lo and behold, the joy of watching your doctor endorsing your MC is simply priceless. Finally, a word of caution: Don’t be too anal retentive and say you’ve got food poisoning or something when you really don’t, because the doc will probably proceed to stick some apparatus up the place where the sun don't shine for traces of discharge specimen.
If all things failed, ask you mom or dad to write you a letter, you can even keep a soft copy with delete if applicable symptoms of sickness for your mom or dad to sign. They are acceptable in school though..
I’m bushed.
Had been working hard these few weeks. Damn haven't been working so hard since the beginning of the year. I think I need an MC. Incoherent as the above points are, I realise one very important point: that getting sick and getting an MC, are usually mutually exclusive events, or in a purely mathematical form if Getting sick is represented by the subset S and getting an MC is Subset M. Then S intersect M is a null set.... I have seen girls who look extremely sickly during lessons but was perfectly energetic after school. What magical medicine are they eating??
Anyway fast backwards to a case in point: In the army when I was "earning" my citizenship, I had this terrible case of stomach flu, but the doctor just blatantly refused to give me an MC. Damn. I hope he lose his license or something ( like fall into the drain and break his manhood... haha I am joking, I was actually hoping that he fall and injuried his manhood) But then again, my cursing never works and this doctor end up with a good marriage and 4 healthy kids. I think I should really be cursing more...
Anyway time jump to present day, to an older and wiser me. I realise that people nowaday are either falling sick really easy or they just failed to sound/look/smell convincingly sick. So I decided to help people around to by sharing with you guys some of my finer tactics in getting MCs:
1) NEVER go to the company doctor. They are paid not to give you adequate MCs.
2) Sleep as little as possible the night before, preferably under 5 hours. With this, you can achieve that ‘I-coughed-so-badly-I-couldn’t-sleep-last-night’ kind of look.
3) Don’t brush your teeth, wash your face, or comb your hair before the visit. This helps you achieve that haggard look, which complements Tactic #2. The doc probably wouldn’t appreciate your bad breath, but who gives a damn about him. He’s earning loads of money from you anyway.
4) Punctuate every sentence with a cough. This is also a test to see whether if your doc is genuinely concerned about you. The one true good doc I met actually poured a cup of warm water for me when I did this, and I felt very guilty after that. For about a few seconds.
5) INSIST on two day’s worth of MC. If need be, say something extreme like you really need the rest, if not you’ll cause a fatal accident or something in your workplace/school.
There you have it! Lo and behold, the joy of watching your doctor endorsing your MC is simply priceless. Finally, a word of caution: Don’t be too anal retentive and say you’ve got food poisoning or something when you really don’t, because the doc will probably proceed to stick some apparatus up the place where the sun don't shine for traces of discharge specimen.
If all things failed, ask you mom or dad to write you a letter, you can even keep a soft copy with delete if applicable symptoms of sickness for your mom or dad to sign. They are acceptable in school though..
Monday, July 18, 2005
Time flies
I bought a new portable harddisk on saturday and now I am trying to archive all my stuff.
Found this picture, really brought back alot of fond memories as a first time sec 3 form teacher. I can't believe it has been 3 years already. In fact this really was the first time that I find my calling as a teacher. It has since been 3 years, 3 long years. My time in Ij had been wonderful. I will never forget the opportunities that had been here for me to bond, to interact with my class and to know them as friends...
I bought a new portable harddisk on saturday and now I am trying to archive all my stuff.
Found this picture, really brought back alot of fond memories as a first time sec 3 form teacher. I can't believe it has been 3 years already. In fact this really was the first time that I find my calling as a teacher. It has since been 3 years, 3 long years. My time in Ij had been wonderful. I will never forget the opportunities that had been here for me to bond, to interact with my class and to know them as friends...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Flashbacks
I spent most of last night downloading and listening to old songs, (talk about music piracy).
Sinead O Connor - Nothing Compares To You
Actually the thing is that i have all those CDs, but I am just too busy to look through the shelves of CDs to locate it. It also sound extremely weird and scary ( remember the "dropping marbles" sound in HDB flats) to be ransacking in the middle of the night say 2 am.....
I hate it when I listen to a song and certain memories are triggered and affect me badly. :( So I just curled up in bed listening to the songs on repeat, had weird dreams.
Maybe sometimes in life it is just too difficult to please and sometimes to difficult to understand. Maybe it is just the way we made it to be. It is depressing how things have turned out, or how I had single handedly made them to be. To help, you just have to be mean. I don't profess that I am the nicest guy, and I don't want to be the nice guy, for nice guys last last. Characters are made and chosen; I was made for this. I just hope that if separation do come, let separation be bittersweet, for it was what I choose it to be.
Cryptic.....
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
Separation will be a hard word to say
I spent most of last night downloading and listening to old songs, (talk about music piracy).
Sinead O Connor - Nothing Compares To You
Tracy Chapman - Baby can I hold you
Rick Price - Heaven Knows
Phil Collins - Separate Lives
Breathe -Hands in Heaven
Actually the thing is that i have all those CDs, but I am just too busy to look through the shelves of CDs to locate it. It also sound extremely weird and scary ( remember the "dropping marbles" sound in HDB flats) to be ransacking in the middle of the night say 2 am.....
I hate it when I listen to a song and certain memories are triggered and affect me badly. :( So I just curled up in bed listening to the songs on repeat, had weird dreams.
Maybe sometimes in life it is just too difficult to please and sometimes to difficult to understand. Maybe it is just the way we made it to be. It is depressing how things have turned out, or how I had single handedly made them to be. To help, you just have to be mean. I don't profess that I am the nicest guy, and I don't want to be the nice guy, for nice guys last last. Characters are made and chosen; I was made for this. I just hope that if separation do come, let separation be bittersweet, for it was what I choose it to be.
Cryptic.....
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
Separation will be a hard word to say
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
The IJ Song - What an IJ girl wants ( to be sung by IJ girls of course)
Tune By: "How much is that doggie's Composer (brownie points for those who knows who)
Lyrics by: A sleep-deprived Ego one
In The Tune Of: How much is that doggie. Duh.
How **** is that boy? ( Original Lyrics and looping midi found here)
How sweet is that boy boy by the walkway? (I want!)
The one who is flashing the bills.
They say ACS boys are the richest,
I do hope that boy is not gay.
I must choose Raffles or SJ,
And no neighbourhood ah beng for me.
If he can't speak well, then I am sorry
He can jolly well find an ah Lian.
How hunky is that boy by the walkway? (I want)
The one with hu-mon-go-us feet.
They say that the body is proportional.
I do hope there measured up same.
I don't want a jock or ah beng,
I don't want a boy that just nags.
I don't want a boy with no opinion,
Or haunt me like a stalker in sight.
How cute is that boy boy by the walkway? (I want)
The one in that studded uniform.
His leg hairs are showing from his khakis
And he speak with a cheena accent.
How cute is that boy boy by the walkway? (I want)
The one with the "retro"ish look.
He carries a dict and spout shakespeare
Oh please can he please get a life.
It is so difficult to get the right guy,
And prayed that he isn't taken.
If I still don't find anything I like,
Maybe I should just turn lesbian.
I need coffee badly. I shall stop this before people starts slapping me. I need more sleep.
Tune By: "How much is that doggie's Composer (brownie points for those who knows who)
Lyrics by: A sleep-deprived Ego one
In The Tune Of: How much is that doggie. Duh.
How **** is that boy? ( Original Lyrics and looping midi found here)
How sweet is that boy boy by the walkway? (I want!)
The one who is flashing the bills.
They say ACS boys are the richest,
I do hope that boy is not gay.
I must choose Raffles or SJ,
And no neighbourhood ah beng for me.
If he can't speak well, then I am sorry
He can jolly well find an ah Lian.
How hunky is that boy by the walkway? (I want)
The one with hu-mon-go-us feet.
They say that the body is proportional.
I do hope there measured up same.
I don't want a jock or ah beng,
I don't want a boy that just nags.
I don't want a boy with no opinion,
Or haunt me like a stalker in sight.
How cute is that boy boy by the walkway? (I want)
The one in that studded uniform.
His leg hairs are showing from his khakis
And he speak with a cheena accent.
How cute is that boy boy by the walkway? (I want)
The one with the "retro"ish look.
He carries a dict and spout shakespeare
Oh please can he please get a life.
It is so difficult to get the right guy,
And prayed that he isn't taken.
If I still don't find anything I like,
Maybe I should just turn lesbian.
I need coffee badly. I shall stop this before people starts slapping me. I need more sleep.
The one where I cannot sleep at night
I have been having difficulties getting to sleep. My sleep deprivation has affected me badly. I can't think straight ( interestingly who does, and of course who does care??!!) For those who expressed concern, I can't really reveal much but it is just that I am going through some personal and school and personaschoolly problems that I am still having difficulties trying to sought out my thoughts. I have not got any answer yet but I realise that the more I think about it, the more frustrated I am. I am glad that I am out from school at the CCK with my track and field girls because 1) it get me out of my self imposed misery 2) the whole thing get me so tired that I can really plonk on my bed and have an undisturbed sleep.
Anyway in my attempts to get myself to sleep I decided to write this entry with the intention of helping insomniacs, ie people like me. It don't necessarily work because I am still wide awake. Anyway here goes:
1) Count sheep.
They say the old and ancient are wise, but I beg to differ because this was what they used to do to fall asleep. Not only did I tried counting sheep, I also tried zebras, llamas and even hippopotamuses. None worked. It only got me in a really frenzy mood with the pile of A maths homework I am supposed to finish marking.
2)Drink a hot cup of milk/ Horlicks/ Milo/ volka shots.
The above are supposed to calm your nerves, which sounds fine in theory, but I encountered many problems. I've ran out of chocolate milk and I hate skimmed. I don't have Horlicks in my house because I don't like Horlicks. Then my stomach felt weird a short while after I drank the Milo. Goodness.
3)Listen to music.
It is said that music soothes the soul. That failed to work on me even though I had my ears numb after two hours' worth of MP3 entertainment. On hindsight, maybe it was because I was listening to Oasis.
4)Exercise.
Seems to work to a small extent for me. But my body is still aching from the physical exertions courtesy of that 5 k run I had at Mac Ritche. Besides, and no offence here, but I think the idea of running after midnight is just plain weird. You just don't know what/who you would meet.
5) Read your textbooks.
The textbook never fail to get me into sleep mode. However, what sounds like a brilliant idea during the exams, often fails to work post-exam especially for me where there is no more exams. But I guess having a boring book will help. I don't know.
In conclusion, I would suggest to insomniacs not to bother with the above methods because I've tried them all but failed. Maybe I should get another cup of Milo or get my creative juices to compose again.
I have been having difficulties getting to sleep. My sleep deprivation has affected me badly. I can't think straight ( interestingly who does, and of course who does care??!!) For those who expressed concern, I can't really reveal much but it is just that I am going through some personal and school and personaschoolly problems that I am still having difficulties trying to sought out my thoughts. I have not got any answer yet but I realise that the more I think about it, the more frustrated I am. I am glad that I am out from school at the CCK with my track and field girls because 1) it get me out of my self imposed misery 2) the whole thing get me so tired that I can really plonk on my bed and have an undisturbed sleep.
Anyway in my attempts to get myself to sleep I decided to write this entry with the intention of helping insomniacs, ie people like me. It don't necessarily work because I am still wide awake. Anyway here goes:
1) Count sheep.
They say the old and ancient are wise, but I beg to differ because this was what they used to do to fall asleep. Not only did I tried counting sheep, I also tried zebras, llamas and even hippopotamuses. None worked. It only got me in a really frenzy mood with the pile of A maths homework I am supposed to finish marking.
2)Drink a hot cup of milk/ Horlicks/ Milo/ volka shots.
The above are supposed to calm your nerves, which sounds fine in theory, but I encountered many problems. I've ran out of chocolate milk and I hate skimmed. I don't have Horlicks in my house because I don't like Horlicks. Then my stomach felt weird a short while after I drank the Milo. Goodness.
3)Listen to music.
It is said that music soothes the soul. That failed to work on me even though I had my ears numb after two hours' worth of MP3 entertainment. On hindsight, maybe it was because I was listening to Oasis.
4)Exercise.
Seems to work to a small extent for me. But my body is still aching from the physical exertions courtesy of that 5 k run I had at Mac Ritche. Besides, and no offence here, but I think the idea of running after midnight is just plain weird. You just don't know what/who you would meet.
5) Read your textbooks.
The textbook never fail to get me into sleep mode. However, what sounds like a brilliant idea during the exams, often fails to work post-exam especially for me where there is no more exams. But I guess having a boring book will help. I don't know.
In conclusion, I would suggest to insomniacs not to bother with the above methods because I've tried them all but failed. Maybe I should get another cup of Milo or get my creative juices to compose again.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
The 3 Cs
I attended a Malay wedding on Sunday and this was my first Malay wedding I had attended. Interestingly in a multiracial society like Singapore, I only get to experience a wedding of a different culture until 31 years of my existence. I was merely tagging along as it was my wife's colleague.
We reached there around 3.30pm and was met with loud singing coming from a set of speakers via a karaoke system.
At a cozy multi purpose hall beside a multi-storey carpark
Close up views of the wedding dinner reception area
In a small tentage where the DJ cum emcees were, a friend/relative/acquaintance/karaoke fanatic/Singapore Idol Wannabe was belting out a familiar Malay song with gut-so ( big from the chicken briyani and free flow of drinks)
Well-wishers sending their congrats through karaoke
We are well settled, seen here my missus and her colleague. I am holding the camera doofus!!
Helping ourselves with the food
Chicken briyani... yum yum
Interested and disinterested Malays were seated in the multipurpose hall, trying to hold a proper conversation amidst the loud booming music. Anyway what really interest me was that the bride and bridegroom were no where to be seen. It seems that it was a malay wedding culture where the bride and bridegrrom will only appear at certain stipulated times and if you miss it, just take your meals and be off. I find this extremely interesting as my impression of a wedding is that the main centre of attraction should be the bride and groom and it seems so inappropriate that they were not around.
Where are the bride and the groom??
There they are!!
A group photo.. I am the odd one out with my height...I look horrible in this picture!!
The interesting theory that came out from the discussion I had with my wife while we were enjoying the sumptuous food was that the three main races in singapore have very different opinions about weddings and it can be classified under the heading "C"
For the chinese, we are very concerned about "CLASS", we would never be caught dead (pun intended) hosting a wedding dinner in a community centre or void deck. Chinese are too concerned about their "face" to do so. They would not mind incurring huge amount of loans just to have it at XXX hotel or XXX restaurant just be cause the ambience is good or the food is good. It seems like the bigger the place, the more class one has.
For the malays, it is important to have the "COMMUNITY". The strength of the communal spirit is exceptionally strong. It seem like a wedding is never a two people affair, it is not even a two family affair but the whole clan (extended or not) affair. That is the beauty of it, the whole family is down with friends and friends of friends helping out in one way or another. It is seen as a mini carnival and this is really a joyous occasion. And trust me, you would be happy when you see the bill after the wedding ( And definitely not as much as the chinese)
For the Indians, well I don't really know... Perhap there must be "CURRY" a staple in Indian cuisine. Anyway can't blame me I have never attended one myself. Any invitations?
I attended a Malay wedding on Sunday and this was my first Malay wedding I had attended. Interestingly in a multiracial society like Singapore, I only get to experience a wedding of a different culture until 31 years of my existence. I was merely tagging along as it was my wife's colleague.
We reached there around 3.30pm and was met with loud singing coming from a set of speakers via a karaoke system.
At a cozy multi purpose hall beside a multi-storey carpark
Close up views of the wedding dinner reception area
In a small tentage where the DJ cum emcees were, a friend/relative/acquaintance/karaoke fanatic/Singapore Idol Wannabe was belting out a familiar Malay song with gut-so ( big from the chicken briyani and free flow of drinks)
Well-wishers sending their congrats through karaoke
We are well settled, seen here my missus and her colleague. I am holding the camera doofus!!
Helping ourselves with the food
Chicken briyani... yum yum
Interested and disinterested Malays were seated in the multipurpose hall, trying to hold a proper conversation amidst the loud booming music. Anyway what really interest me was that the bride and bridegroom were no where to be seen. It seems that it was a malay wedding culture where the bride and bridegrrom will only appear at certain stipulated times and if you miss it, just take your meals and be off. I find this extremely interesting as my impression of a wedding is that the main centre of attraction should be the bride and groom and it seems so inappropriate that they were not around.
Where are the bride and the groom??
There they are!!
A group photo.. I am the odd one out with my height...I look horrible in this picture!!
The interesting theory that came out from the discussion I had with my wife while we were enjoying the sumptuous food was that the three main races in singapore have very different opinions about weddings and it can be classified under the heading "C"
For the chinese, we are very concerned about "CLASS", we would never be caught dead (pun intended) hosting a wedding dinner in a community centre or void deck. Chinese are too concerned about their "face" to do so. They would not mind incurring huge amount of loans just to have it at XXX hotel or XXX restaurant just be cause the ambience is good or the food is good. It seems like the bigger the place, the more class one has.
For the malays, it is important to have the "COMMUNITY". The strength of the communal spirit is exceptionally strong. It seem like a wedding is never a two people affair, it is not even a two family affair but the whole clan (extended or not) affair. That is the beauty of it, the whole family is down with friends and friends of friends helping out in one way or another. It is seen as a mini carnival and this is really a joyous occasion. And trust me, you would be happy when you see the bill after the wedding ( And definitely not as much as the chinese)
For the Indians, well I don't really know... Perhap there must be "CURRY" a staple in Indian cuisine. Anyway can't blame me I have never attended one myself. Any invitations?
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Dinner, Date and Dilemma
I had dinner with a friend on Wednesday. Actually more of a friend, a younger "sister" whom I know for close to 10 years now. I was about 30 minutes late as usually, and as usually it was the horrible traffic jams and of course the oh so committed "me" spending time with my track and field girls at the Bishan Stadium that evening.
After meeting her near Bugis Junction, setling down comfortably in the cozy but quite crampy restaurant with a seat which barely covered three quarters of my posterior, we ordered our food and have our long awaited ccccccccaaaaaaatching up of about 2 years.
I was surprised that it has been so long since we conatcted each other and my "sister" was able to deal a sacarastic "comment" that I will never ( and I should not embarrass myself by highlighting and bolding the word) contact her. It was then i confessed and she with a little bith of sheepishness that we both have classfied each other under the oh so cliche category known as "leisure" ( well at least that was what she classify me under now in her oh so obiang phone which had already been taken off M1 handphone promotional classified like eons ago) It is like we will contact each other when we inexplicitly scrolled up or down our contact list and realised that there was this name so familiar once but have not been contacting for like ages. Trust me, we belonged to that category now. We had a good laugh over it and was of course buys speculating when we will meet again after this dinner appointment. We laugh as possible scenarios were proffered such as my daughter's 1st month celebration, her wedding dinner ( which of course brought a flurry of comment about getting the best deal for whichever hotel's packages). Then again we promised each other we will again catch up during the period before christmas. Maybe we can then gave each other our belated birthday gifts. ( hoope she is reading this...)
We talked about everything and it was such a feeling to just share about things. From her boyfriend, to my wife, from our mutual friends to her ex-classmates to my colleagues, from our beliefs and aspirations and trepidations. I told her I was not really a free thinker but a think-freer- Someone who can oipen thoughts and provoke thinking and she laughed. It was such a hearty laugh and i found myself smiling. It has been a really difficult week for me for deep inside me there were so many things, doubts and frustrations that is circling. It was easy to pretend nothing has happen and just smile, but I did just that that evening. It was a great dinner, a getaway and short 2 hour mental spa. But sad to say it didn't really last. Just like the pan fired dory fish and the miserly piece of brownie. But then I was glad to meet up.
It was a great dinner and to know people do care.
I had dinner with a friend on Wednesday. Actually more of a friend, a younger "sister" whom I know for close to 10 years now. I was about 30 minutes late as usually, and as usually it was the horrible traffic jams and of course the oh so committed "me" spending time with my track and field girls at the Bishan Stadium that evening.
After meeting her near Bugis Junction, setling down comfortably in the cozy but quite crampy restaurant with a seat which barely covered three quarters of my posterior, we ordered our food and have our long awaited ccccccccaaaaaaatching up of about 2 years.
I was surprised that it has been so long since we conatcted each other and my "sister" was able to deal a sacarastic "comment" that I will never ( and I should not embarrass myself by highlighting and bolding the word) contact her. It was then i confessed and she with a little bith of sheepishness that we both have classfied each other under the oh so cliche category known as "leisure" ( well at least that was what she classify me under now in her oh so obiang phone which had already been taken off M1 handphone promotional classified like eons ago) It is like we will contact each other when we inexplicitly scrolled up or down our contact list and realised that there was this name so familiar once but have not been contacting for like ages. Trust me, we belonged to that category now. We had a good laugh over it and was of course buys speculating when we will meet again after this dinner appointment. We laugh as possible scenarios were proffered such as my daughter's 1st month celebration, her wedding dinner ( which of course brought a flurry of comment about getting the best deal for whichever hotel's packages). Then again we promised each other we will again catch up during the period before christmas. Maybe we can then gave each other our belated birthday gifts. ( hoope she is reading this...)
We talked about everything and it was such a feeling to just share about things. From her boyfriend, to my wife, from our mutual friends to her ex-classmates to my colleagues, from our beliefs and aspirations and trepidations. I told her I was not really a free thinker but a think-freer- Someone who can oipen thoughts and provoke thinking and she laughed. It was such a hearty laugh and i found myself smiling. It has been a really difficult week for me for deep inside me there were so many things, doubts and frustrations that is circling. It was easy to pretend nothing has happen and just smile, but I did just that that evening. It was a great dinner, a getaway and short 2 hour mental spa. But sad to say it didn't really last. Just like the pan fired dory fish and the miserly piece of brownie. But then I was glad to meet up.
It was a great dinner and to know people do care.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Youth Day 2005
A horrible day that reminds people like me that it is a celebration de passe.
We had it in school in a different way this year. With the parents coming on board with the food preparation and the ingenious stuff of nail art and of course the disco in the IJ hall. (So what about Zouk? We bring Zouk to IJ! :P)
Anyway to keep the long story short, as a member of the Staff welfare Committee and one of the 2 teachers who were overseeng this event with infrequent meeting with the parents, I had to say that it is quite a success. Let me count thee reasons
Firstly the parents are happy as they got to be more involved in the celebrations. It is after all their daughters who are in the school and benefitting from this whole celebrations. On top of that the three containers of bee hoon which were unconsumed by the girls were sent to the IJ homes for the sisters. A great gesture. How I know? I was the one who delivered it with Dr Angela Wong, a parent.
Secondly the teachers are happy because 1) they no longer have to humiliate/embarrass/showcase their talents/perform/do silly things/all of the above during this day when apparently the kids turned emperors/kings/goddesses... Serving them food drinks and ice cream is okay since we are pretty much in the service industry anyway.
Thirdly the girls are happy because they get 1)free food, 2) free drinks, 3) free icecream, 4) free gifts, 5) free disco entertainment and 6) free time ( no lessons) Although many girls commented that it was boring, with all the useless free gifts and stuff, I think this year gift is pretty meaningful. The IJ lanyard can be us to put you ez link card, pretty executive looking... and of course youc an put your contact and name just in case you suffer from a bout of amnesia and need people to bring you home. Lastly if you are really stressed, you can of course chew it and let the blue color stain your mouth. As a last resort, you can try to end your life with it by getting a friend ( if she do it, she is not really a friend) to try to choke you with it. Be creative think out of the box. there are like thousand and one way to do with it.
Anyway Happy Youth Day to all the youths. Celebrate Youth for it represent the most vibrant of you. For those teachers who are not youthful like me, what the heck, at least it is a holiday...
And of course that's my 2 cents worth
A horrible day that reminds people like me that it is a celebration de passe.
We had it in school in a different way this year. With the parents coming on board with the food preparation and the ingenious stuff of nail art and of course the disco in the IJ hall. (So what about Zouk? We bring Zouk to IJ! :P)
Anyway to keep the long story short, as a member of the Staff welfare Committee and one of the 2 teachers who were overseeng this event with infrequent meeting with the parents, I had to say that it is quite a success. Let me count thee reasons
Firstly the parents are happy as they got to be more involved in the celebrations. It is after all their daughters who are in the school and benefitting from this whole celebrations. On top of that the three containers of bee hoon which were unconsumed by the girls were sent to the IJ homes for the sisters. A great gesture. How I know? I was the one who delivered it with Dr Angela Wong, a parent.
Secondly the teachers are happy because 1) they no longer have to humiliate/embarrass/showcase their talents/perform/do silly things/all of the above during this day when apparently the kids turned emperors/kings/goddesses... Serving them food drinks and ice cream is okay since we are pretty much in the service industry anyway.
Thirdly the girls are happy because they get 1)free food, 2) free drinks, 3) free icecream, 4) free gifts, 5) free disco entertainment and 6) free time ( no lessons) Although many girls commented that it was boring, with all the useless free gifts and stuff, I think this year gift is pretty meaningful. The IJ lanyard can be us to put you ez link card, pretty executive looking... and of course youc an put your contact and name just in case you suffer from a bout of amnesia and need people to bring you home. Lastly if you are really stressed, you can of course chew it and let the blue color stain your mouth. As a last resort, you can try to end your life with it by getting a friend ( if she do it, she is not really a friend) to try to choke you with it. Be creative think out of the box. there are like thousand and one way to do with it.
Anyway Happy Youth Day to all the youths. Celebrate Youth for it represent the most vibrant of you. For those teachers who are not youthful like me, what the heck, at least it is a holiday...
And of course that's my 2 cents worth
Saturday, June 25, 2005
The IJ Song ( to be sung by IJ girls of course)
Tune By:Que Sera Sera’s Composer (brownie points for those who knows who) Doris Day
Lyrics by: A sleep-deprived Ego one
In The Tune Of: Que Sera Sera. Duh.
When I was just a P6 girl,
I asked my teacher, where should I be?
Should it be IJ?
Or snobbish RG?
This’ what she said, to me:
“dear whoever your name may be"
"It depends on your P S L E"
"To get into IJ is quite easy,"
"as long as you're from its primary” (affliated mah)
I shall stop this before people starts slapping me.
I need more sleep.
Tune By:
Lyrics by: A sleep-deprived Ego one
In The Tune Of: Que Sera Sera. Duh.
When I was just a P6 girl,
I asked my teacher, where should I be?
Should it be IJ?
Or snobbish RG?
This’ what she said, to me:
“dear whoever your name may be"
"It depends on your P S L E"
"To get into IJ is quite easy,"
"as long as you're from its primary” (affliated mah)
I shall stop this before people starts slapping me.
I need more sleep.
Pictures From Hong Kong
I am still experimenting with flickr, a pretty good software and site for uploading photos on the net. Didn't really have time to siev through the really badly taken ones, but just to whet the appetiti of thos who really want to know what I was up to in Hong Kong.
will be trying to edit and put everything in order once I get the hang of it..
I am still experimenting with flickr, a pretty good software and site for uploading photos on the net. Didn't really have time to siev through the really badly taken ones, but just to whet the appetiti of thos who really want to know what I was up to in Hong Kong.
will be trying to edit and put everything in order once I get the hang of it..
Friday, June 24, 2005
Scary Movies
I guess I am someone who you can classify as a spontaneous person. I like spontaneity and I act on impulse. I sometimes do something for no apparent reason, simply because I feel like doing it and I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering, 'why didn't I do that?'. But that also means I sometimes do certain things I end up regretting, like hopping on those silly thrill rides that really scares the shit out of me. But I was glad that I tried having the smelly toufu in Hong Kong. I can still remember the stench of the sewage pipes coming from the itchen when the dish was delivered to us. Look on face - priceless. Sad though I didn't have a picture to show it.
Anyway, today I shall talk about another bo liao topic. As you can see I am again procrastinating on my report for my Hong Kong trip, but then again whatever...
I don't like scary movies. I don't like scary movies because, well, they scare me. Even up till now, I still cannot comprehend why a reasonably logical person would want to spend good money just to get scared when the money could be better utilized on more worthy causes such as books, CDs, or even a sinfully good buffet. It would be really in a very insane state of mind would you see me in a movie theatre watching all those scary movies. In fact the last horror one which I was passively been dragged to watch was "What lies beneath" and I remember half of the time my face was hidden conveniently behind my haverpack and my mouth muttering prayers throughout. It was quite a traumatic and stressful 2 hours for me and the very fact that we went to watch a movie was to destress. Since then we watch shows like "Shrek", "Shrek 2" and "The incredibles"- Safe, and wholesome entertainment and with no resident spooks and apparitions.
Anyway the Japanese and the Koreans had really mastered the art of making really good and "horrorful" horror movies, from the previews I have seen but up till now I refused to get dragged along to various horror flicks such as The Eye, Dark Water, Shutter and Para Para Sakura over the past few years. The really good ones like "the ring" is still collecting dust on my TV console.
In fact as a third and neutral party, I feel that I would be able to provide people especially those who are scaredy cats like me to survive the ordeal. This is especially important if you don't want to come across as a pathetic, useless person who get cardiac arrest everytime a thing, a sound or a fart comes out..
Being the selfless and *cough*humble*cough* person that I am, I shall share all my tricks with you
1) Wear as little as possible to the movie.
So when you're shivering in fright and fear, you can conveniently blame it on the air-con instead. Remember that the aircrn are always dialed to the max especially in the cinema. Call it the 4D ( not the gambling stuff but the fourth dimension) A standard scary movie outfit for guys consist of nothing more than a singlet and a pair of sports shorts, Footwear: optional slippers or sandals. For the ladies, you might want to try your luck with a spaghetti or more daring bikini top, beware though you might end up giving the ah peks at Lido a heart attack or something.
2) Carry something
Bring a bag, haversack, or baby along. When you are busy with say, fiddling with the bag handles, straps or even baby pacifier, this can make it easy to pretend watching the movie but yet focussing on something else.
3) Buy lots of snacks into the movie theatre.
Inconclusive studies have shown that one's reception to scares is reduced when one is engaged in secondary activities, such as munching on nachos while irritating the hell out of your fellow movie goers. Try not to buy nuts though: I will not be responsible for any cases of choking.
4) Wear shades into the theatre.
That way, you can pretend to be watching the show even though your eyes are wide shut during then. If your date bugs you about it, just pretend to look cool and talk weird like those guys in the Matrix, and she'll probably leave you alone after a while.
5) Do not reach for your drink at the end of the show
Not even if your throat feels dry because you were scared shit-less. Because what appears to be the end of a scary movie is usually not the ending. They will probably trick you with what seems to be a happy ending and then shock you by getting the resident spook out to say bye-bye. It is not cool if you choke on your coke.
6) Limit your line of sight to the subtitles section.
Do not, I repeat, do NOT under all circumstances sneak even a peek at the main screen. Your cover will be blown once you start screaming after that bug-eyed apparition made its grand appearance. Since you're been reading the subs, you'll also be able to hold an intelligent conversation with your date after the show ends. But if there're no sub-titles, tough luck.
(Mr Ng had so far sworned off horror movies and the last he watched was "The Eye 10" on VCD. It was still pretty traumatic for him and since then he has been sleeping with his pillow on his face and blanket wrapped around him. He strongly cautions those who follows the instructions that it might work in principle but then he will not be held responsible for any unfortunate circumstances that might happen)
I guess I am someone who you can classify as a spontaneous person. I like spontaneity and I act on impulse. I sometimes do something for no apparent reason, simply because I feel like doing it and I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering, 'why didn't I do that?'. But that also means I sometimes do certain things I end up regretting, like hopping on those silly thrill rides that really scares the shit out of me. But I was glad that I tried having the smelly toufu in Hong Kong. I can still remember the stench of the sewage pipes coming from the itchen when the dish was delivered to us. Look on face - priceless. Sad though I didn't have a picture to show it.
Anyway, today I shall talk about another bo liao topic. As you can see I am again procrastinating on my report for my Hong Kong trip, but then again whatever...
I don't like scary movies. I don't like scary movies because, well, they scare me. Even up till now, I still cannot comprehend why a reasonably logical person would want to spend good money just to get scared when the money could be better utilized on more worthy causes such as books, CDs, or even a sinfully good buffet. It would be really in a very insane state of mind would you see me in a movie theatre watching all those scary movies. In fact the last horror one which I was passively been dragged to watch was "What lies beneath" and I remember half of the time my face was hidden conveniently behind my haverpack and my mouth muttering prayers throughout. It was quite a traumatic and stressful 2 hours for me and the very fact that we went to watch a movie was to destress. Since then we watch shows like "Shrek", "Shrek 2" and "The incredibles"- Safe, and wholesome entertainment and with no resident spooks and apparitions.
Anyway the Japanese and the Koreans had really mastered the art of making really good and "horrorful" horror movies, from the previews I have seen but up till now I refused to get dragged along to various horror flicks such as The Eye, Dark Water, Shutter and Para Para Sakura over the past few years. The really good ones like "the ring" is still collecting dust on my TV console.
In fact as a third and neutral party, I feel that I would be able to provide people especially those who are scaredy cats like me to survive the ordeal. This is especially important if you don't want to come across as a pathetic, useless person who get cardiac arrest everytime a thing, a sound or a fart comes out..
Being the selfless and *cough*humble*cough* person that I am, I shall share all my tricks with you
1) Wear as little as possible to the movie.
So when you're shivering in fright and fear, you can conveniently blame it on the air-con instead. Remember that the aircrn are always dialed to the max especially in the cinema. Call it the 4D ( not the gambling stuff but the fourth dimension) A standard scary movie outfit for guys consist of nothing more than a singlet and a pair of sports shorts, Footwear: optional slippers or sandals. For the ladies, you might want to try your luck with a spaghetti or more daring bikini top, beware though you might end up giving the ah peks at Lido a heart attack or something.
2) Carry something
Bring a bag, haversack, or baby along. When you are busy with say, fiddling with the bag handles, straps or even baby pacifier, this can make it easy to pretend watching the movie but yet focussing on something else.
3) Buy lots of snacks into the movie theatre.
Inconclusive studies have shown that one's reception to scares is reduced when one is engaged in secondary activities, such as munching on nachos while irritating the hell out of your fellow movie goers. Try not to buy nuts though: I will not be responsible for any cases of choking.
4) Wear shades into the theatre.
That way, you can pretend to be watching the show even though your eyes are wide shut during then. If your date bugs you about it, just pretend to look cool and talk weird like those guys in the Matrix, and she'll probably leave you alone after a while.
5) Do not reach for your drink at the end of the show
Not even if your throat feels dry because you were scared shit-less. Because what appears to be the end of a scary movie is usually not the ending. They will probably trick you with what seems to be a happy ending and then shock you by getting the resident spook out to say bye-bye. It is not cool if you choke on your coke.
6) Limit your line of sight to the subtitles section.
Do not, I repeat, do NOT under all circumstances sneak even a peek at the main screen. Your cover will be blown once you start screaming after that bug-eyed apparition made its grand appearance. Since you're been reading the subs, you'll also be able to hold an intelligent conversation with your date after the show ends. But if there're no sub-titles, tough luck.
(Mr Ng had so far sworned off horror movies and the last he watched was "The Eye 10" on VCD. It was still pretty traumatic for him and since then he has been sleeping with his pillow on his face and blanket wrapped around him. He strongly cautions those who follows the instructions that it might work in principle but then he will not be held responsible for any unfortunate circumstances that might happen)
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Sex Blog... Yah You hope....
I have just finished unpacking and of course been working for the past few hours cleaning up the house and doing laundry... I am damn tired now.
Been reading the blog happening s and realise that the things that had captured people imaginations is all those sex blog and of course nude blogs.
If I were to burst my site counter, I should considered putting artistically tasteful (read nude) pictures of myself.
The New Paper, Today and of course our one and only Strait Times will be screaming headlines like this: " Nude Teacher Blog! What happened to morality?!" or "Teacher of reputed Convent School posted nude pictures on the internet" habahabahaba... You know those stuff of crap. I will be most probably be going to the P office for a word or two over a cup of coffee and get ready to answer myself infront of the Superintendent of the Ministry to explain myself... Damn so much crap..
I think I got to work out first..
Let me tried to get back from the jet lag ( even if there is no time difference between HK and Singapore) and try to tidy up all my stuff...
I have just finished unpacking and of course been working for the past few hours cleaning up the house and doing laundry... I am damn tired now.
Been reading the blog happening s and realise that the things that had captured people imaginations is all those sex blog and of course nude blogs.
If I were to burst my site counter, I should considered putting artistically tasteful (read nude) pictures of myself.
The New Paper, Today and of course our one and only Strait Times will be screaming headlines like this: " Nude Teacher Blog! What happened to morality?!" or "Teacher of reputed Convent School posted nude pictures on the internet" habahabahaba... You know those stuff of crap. I will be most probably be going to the P office for a word or two over a cup of coffee and get ready to answer myself infront of the Superintendent of the Ministry to explain myself... Damn so much crap..
I think I got to work out first..
Let me tried to get back from the jet lag ( even if there is no time difference between HK and Singapore) and try to tidy up all my stuff...
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Back from the Pearl of the Orient
Hi readers
I am back.. well not exactly.. I am now in the departure hall of Hong Kong International Airport waiting to hop on to my flight. Time is 7.02pm and I will be back in about say 4 hrs time.
Took about 300 plus pixs. Will try to post whatever I have found in Hong Kong
I need food and caffeine..
See Ya
Hi readers
I am back.. well not exactly.. I am now in the departure hall of Hong Kong International Airport waiting to hop on to my flight. Time is 7.02pm and I will be back in about say 4 hrs time.
Took about 300 plus pixs. Will try to post whatever I have found in Hong Kong
I need food and caffeine..
See Ya
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Draw a pig and know yourself
I must be seriously bored but I guess this is one way to get be hyper again... I am flying off in like 600 minutes later to Hong Kong.. Will definitely be putting in great stuff if I can for the blog. *Cross my fingers*
Anyway check this out
Trying to draw with the mouse is quite difficult as you could see from my masterpig opps masterpiece...
Anyway, they will ask you a few questions about your pig after you drew it . And this is what I get :
you are a realist
you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.
You are emotional and naive, care little for details and are a risk-taker.
You are secure, stubborn, and stick to your ideals.
you are a good listener
You drew medium sized tail. ( I'm not posting what this mean cause it'll spoil the fun !)
Ok now, go and draw your own freaking PIG ! Let me know and post a trackback K??
I must be seriously bored but I guess this is one way to get be hyper again... I am flying off in like 600 minutes later to Hong Kong.. Will definitely be putting in great stuff if I can for the blog. *Cross my fingers*
Anyway check this out
Trying to draw with the mouse is quite difficult as you could see from my masterpig opps masterpiece...
Anyway, they will ask you a few questions about your pig after you drew it . And this is what I get :
you are a realist
you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.
You are emotional and naive, care little for details and are a risk-taker.
You are secure, stubborn, and stick to your ideals.
you are a good listener
You drew medium sized tail. ( I'm not posting what this mean cause it'll spoil the fun !)
Ok now, go and draw your own freaking PIG ! Let me know and post a trackback K??
Singaporeans - Lucky and Pampered
Somebody commented that I tends to complain a lot. Some people complain that I don't write too much about myself in the blog. Anyway some part of my life is too personal and sensitive to be put on a public blog. The rest of my life is pretty normal , I work , I teach, I mould lives and I do housework... Any way, many out there can blog about the above mentioned in a much more interesting and funny way than I do. Serious. But thank to all for making my site counter cross the 10000 mark. Please wait while I remove the smug look from my face...
Well which bring me to my boliao topic of the day - Pampered Singaporeans. It does not take a nuclear scientist to know that Singaporeans are a pampered lot. Branded stuff, walking in air conditional comfort and anywhere out of the 200m, must have transport ie wheels, travellator, escalators, or even a chivalrous gentleman to piggyback.
Singapore are well known for their picky attitude when it comes to services and of course even jobs. In a newspaper report, it was mentioned that
Singapore's unemployment rate rose to 3.9 percent in the first quarter, the government said Wednesday, as lower economic growth forced slower job creation. That's up from 3.7 percent in the previous quarter, the Ministry of Manpower said. Some 16,900 jobs were added in the first quarter - below the 32,700 jobs created in the fourth quarter.
In fact I have heard instances of people not accepting job offers because apparently it would be too much of a bother to travel from Ang Mo Kio to Bedok to work. And the alternate Saturday off was not really a turn on.
He rejected the job offer
Anyway a recent report which talked about Singaporeans' average standard of living ( Read this..) shows that even the poor and destitute can have their daily fix of class 95fm or even the latest channel 8 serials ( Have you watch the doofus Christopher Lee in the latest channel 8 serial.. but that not the point) It meant that we have almost everything , thanks to our gahmen. seriously how many of you have an emergency pack ready for emergencies like disaster or camping out for the Singapore Idol 2 audition. I can tell you people. Shockingly most of you wont.. Sign...
Well here come the best of the best when it come to utter "pamperedness"(Read this)
Jasmine Loo said, "On this type of journey we need more water than food. So I will get better prepared for that in future.
Added Peter Loo, "We have to stop here and maybe I have to go back and take my car and pick them up."
The Loo family was not the only one that came unprepared for the rough terrain and long walk.
Said Kelvin Wong, another hiker on the trail, "A lot of young parents have to bring the stroller to put the babies in. It would really help if we have more board walks, more concrete paths so that we can push the baby the larger part of the way, rather than carrying him or her plus the stroller."
Singaporeans, newsflash. You want to enjoy nature, and you want to have comfort, please go to the nearest park, and sit your ass on the nearest bench. There you can play frisbee or roller-blade or do whatever you do. You can even barbeque and even walk the dog.
Some places, you bring baby there also useless, they are too young to appreciate nature, no matter how much you think they will. Yes parents would cried in blasphemy and said all this about bonding with kids. Come mon. there is a time and definitedly a place for all this. Nature walks, canopy walks etc?? Half the time, they're sleeping, another half of the time, they get stung by mosquitoes and crying. Wait till they can walk, then bring them there.
Please, don't bring your baby stroller to the Nature Reserve, and complain that you cannot maneuver it in the reserve. Its a Nature Reserve,you fool, Not a shopping mall. And please don't even complain about the weather if it rain, there is no underground tunnel of mall or even ranger's transport to bring you and your baby back to civilisation.
If you are old, on a wheelchair, then the park is a wrong place for you. I'm sorry and I am definitely not trying to be rude of something but its Mother Nature, not a Bontanical Gardens. I don't mean it in a bad way, but its not the place for you.
So please don't make Nature bend over backwards to accomodate your demands. You cannot expect to open a nature reserve and expect to accomodate people of all ages. If you do that, you have to compromise on the experience. How about throwing in a travellator?
You want the tree-top walk to be accessible? Why not bulldoze a concrete path straight to the suspension bridge? Too much stairs to climb? Why not make level any incline, so that the road is flat ? Hell we can even make a lift if the gahmen approves it..
Why not build cafes/Mcdonalds every 100m so that they can sell you water, water that you stupidly did not bring for the trip? Why not think bigger? We can build a Glutton's Square right in the middle of the tropical forest, and sell over-priced regular hawker food.
At the same time, why not make a multi-storey carpark? Last time I checked, Singaporeans like linked walkways very much, why not build a linked walkway to the bridge, that way, you can enjoy nature in rain or shine. Good idea right? Also why not build a shopping mall, to take advantage of the traffic? So much trees, wasted space right? Think of the prime real estate.
The problem with people is that sometimes, Nature is too 'real' for them to appreciate. They need to have it dumbed down, made confortable. They want animal shows, dolphins playing with beach balls, or talking parrots. Faced with hot and stuffy Mother Nature, they complain.
So don't ruin the experience of others, so that you can enjoy what you think Nature is.
So Please , next time, just stay at home and suck thumb, watch National Geographic/Animal Planet or something, or go to the nearest heartland mall. Don't bother to go nature park lah.
(For the record, Mr Ng enjoyed nature waks and of course the occasional visit to Mount Faber where he act as a voyuer peeking young couples making out ... Other than that perverse behaviour he like to lounge in front of his 43 inch tv and watch the National Geographic and the Discovery Channel and the sweat he broke out is usually sweat from his palms from holding too long to the remote. Nonetheless, he also realise that there is a need to get his fat ass out from the sofa and start doing some exerise as the levis jeans is getting tighter by the day...:P)
Somebody commented that I tends to complain a lot. Some people complain that I don't write too much about myself in the blog. Anyway some part of my life is too personal and sensitive to be put on a public blog. The rest of my life is pretty normal , I work , I teach, I mould lives and I do housework... Any way, many out there can blog about the above mentioned in a much more interesting and funny way than I do. Serious. But thank to all for making my site counter cross the 10000 mark. Please wait while I remove the smug look from my face...
Well which bring me to my boliao topic of the day - Pampered Singaporeans. It does not take a nuclear scientist to know that Singaporeans are a pampered lot. Branded stuff, walking in air conditional comfort and anywhere out of the 200m, must have transport ie wheels, travellator, escalators, or even a chivalrous gentleman to piggyback.
Singapore are well known for their picky attitude when it comes to services and of course even jobs. In a newspaper report, it was mentioned that
Singapore's unemployment rate rose to 3.9 percent in the first quarter, the government said Wednesday, as lower economic growth forced slower job creation. That's up from 3.7 percent in the previous quarter, the Ministry of Manpower said. Some 16,900 jobs were added in the first quarter - below the 32,700 jobs created in the fourth quarter.
In fact I have heard instances of people not accepting job offers because apparently it would be too much of a bother to travel from Ang Mo Kio to Bedok to work. And the alternate Saturday off was not really a turn on.
He rejected the job offer
Anyway a recent report which talked about Singaporeans' average standard of living ( Read this..) shows that even the poor and destitute can have their daily fix of class 95fm or even the latest channel 8 serials ( Have you watch the doofus Christopher Lee in the latest channel 8 serial.. but that not the point) It meant that we have almost everything , thanks to our gahmen. seriously how many of you have an emergency pack ready for emergencies like disaster or camping out for the Singapore Idol 2 audition. I can tell you people. Shockingly most of you wont.. Sign...
Well here come the best of the best when it come to utter "pamperedness"(Read this)
Jasmine Loo said, "On this type of journey we need more water than food. So I will get better prepared for that in future.
Added Peter Loo, "We have to stop here and maybe I have to go back and take my car and pick them up."
The Loo family was not the only one that came unprepared for the rough terrain and long walk.
Said Kelvin Wong, another hiker on the trail, "A lot of young parents have to bring the stroller to put the babies in. It would really help if we have more board walks, more concrete paths so that we can push the baby the larger part of the way, rather than carrying him or her plus the stroller."
Singaporeans, newsflash. You want to enjoy nature, and you want to have comfort, please go to the nearest park, and sit your ass on the nearest bench. There you can play frisbee or roller-blade or do whatever you do. You can even barbeque and even walk the dog.
Some places, you bring baby there also useless, they are too young to appreciate nature, no matter how much you think they will. Yes parents would cried in blasphemy and said all this about bonding with kids. Come mon. there is a time and definitedly a place for all this. Nature walks, canopy walks etc?? Half the time, they're sleeping, another half of the time, they get stung by mosquitoes and crying. Wait till they can walk, then bring them there.
Please, don't bring your baby stroller to the Nature Reserve, and complain that you cannot maneuver it in the reserve. Its a Nature Reserve,you fool, Not a shopping mall. And please don't even complain about the weather if it rain, there is no underground tunnel of mall or even ranger's transport to bring you and your baby back to civilisation.
If you are old, on a wheelchair, then the park is a wrong place for you. I'm sorry and I am definitely not trying to be rude of something but its Mother Nature, not a Bontanical Gardens. I don't mean it in a bad way, but its not the place for you.
So please don't make Nature bend over backwards to accomodate your demands. You cannot expect to open a nature reserve and expect to accomodate people of all ages. If you do that, you have to compromise on the experience. How about throwing in a travellator?
You want the tree-top walk to be accessible? Why not bulldoze a concrete path straight to the suspension bridge? Too much stairs to climb? Why not make level any incline, so that the road is flat ? Hell we can even make a lift if the gahmen approves it..
Why not build cafes/Mcdonalds every 100m so that they can sell you water, water that you stupidly did not bring for the trip? Why not think bigger? We can build a Glutton's Square right in the middle of the tropical forest, and sell over-priced regular hawker food.
At the same time, why not make a multi-storey carpark? Last time I checked, Singaporeans like linked walkways very much, why not build a linked walkway to the bridge, that way, you can enjoy nature in rain or shine. Good idea right? Also why not build a shopping mall, to take advantage of the traffic? So much trees, wasted space right? Think of the prime real estate.
The problem with people is that sometimes, Nature is too 'real' for them to appreciate. They need to have it dumbed down, made confortable. They want animal shows, dolphins playing with beach balls, or talking parrots. Faced with hot and stuffy Mother Nature, they complain.
So don't ruin the experience of others, so that you can enjoy what you think Nature is.
So Please , next time, just stay at home and suck thumb, watch National Geographic/Animal Planet or something, or go to the nearest heartland mall. Don't bother to go nature park lah.
(For the record, Mr Ng enjoyed nature waks and of course the occasional visit to Mount Faber where he act as a voyuer peeking young couples making out ... Other than that perverse behaviour he like to lounge in front of his 43 inch tv and watch the National Geographic and the Discovery Channel and the sweat he broke out is usually sweat from his palms from holding too long to the remote. Nonetheless, he also realise that there is a need to get his fat ass out from the sofa and start doing some exerise as the levis jeans is getting tighter by the day...:P)
Friday, June 17, 2005
Irrelevant Mutterings
I haven't blogged for weeks, but guesses I should write something before I fly off to Hong Kong in 2 days time.
I am having writer block, you know those stuff when your head is filled with stuff and it just can't translate to words which I can so expressed what I feel about things around me. perhaps I am just too busy, or just too lazy or maybe a combination of both. I have a couple of post still in draft forms but I just can seem to deliver it through.. Maybe I will get some inspiration from my trip to Hong Kong.
Realising that this 2 weeks I am been rather involved in pupil related stuff... anyway that what you would expect from a teacher. Sometimes I realise admire other teachers who can simply multitask and then still have these close relationships with students. I am kinda of an extreme, I can be close if I want to but I can be really cold at times, temperamental? Yes, PMSing? Maybe. But I guess this is kinda of like when you try to divided your attention all over the place, you tend to get nothing...
I was involved in Track and Field Camp and of course the RMUN conference and of course popping by for my form class BBQ. It has been a tiring week for me and I have not really get down to writing my Masters assignment. I am really in deep trouble, but I think it is just that there are so much thing to do and so much things to distract me away from doing it.. Long overdue DVD movies, TV programmes, Confederations Cup on cable and of course the internet. Which kinda leave me little time to blog..
Anyway, I was actually thinking of getting a tattoo done. My subconscious has been telling me that it is so cool but my rationality told me that I would be a laughing stock in the teaching community if I get one - What have become of teachers nowadays. Anyway I decided to do some research by popping by some shops in Heeren and Far East Plaza . After a while of window tattoo shopping, I was still in two minds whether to get it done at one of the shops. the tattooist( yes it got pass the stage of window shopping) pointed to a newspaper clipping on the wall of the tattoo shop saying 7 out of 10 Singaporean are tattooed. Cool . If we still have the notion of my mum’s generation, it will very well mean 7 out of 10 Singaporean are gangsters. But we know that’s not true right? For god sake I know a girl who tattooed the Astro Boy on her back, and of course a girl who tattoo a rose at where the sun don't shine. Heck i have seen girls who in a sudden enthusiasm to embrace their mother tongue tattoo their chinese names on the ankles and lower back. now how gangster can that be ? If she’s really a gangster , then she must be those act-cute gangster loh. I am still quite averse to the idea of tattooing something where it is really visible like the ankles or arms. I was actually quite attracted to the idea of tattooing something on my back, you know a dragon or something? Or soemthing to proclaim your love to someone - like my wife name... Hm worth a thought.
Anyway I walked out of the shop without doing anything, I watch a movie instead. Tattoo? Hm... maybe next time then...
I haven't blogged for weeks, but guesses I should write something before I fly off to Hong Kong in 2 days time.
I am having writer block, you know those stuff when your head is filled with stuff and it just can't translate to words which I can so expressed what I feel about things around me. perhaps I am just too busy, or just too lazy or maybe a combination of both. I have a couple of post still in draft forms but I just can seem to deliver it through.. Maybe I will get some inspiration from my trip to Hong Kong.
Realising that this 2 weeks I am been rather involved in pupil related stuff... anyway that what you would expect from a teacher. Sometimes I realise admire other teachers who can simply multitask and then still have these close relationships with students. I am kinda of an extreme, I can be close if I want to but I can be really cold at times, temperamental? Yes, PMSing? Maybe. But I guess this is kinda of like when you try to divided your attention all over the place, you tend to get nothing...
I was involved in Track and Field Camp and of course the RMUN conference and of course popping by for my form class BBQ. It has been a tiring week for me and I have not really get down to writing my Masters assignment. I am really in deep trouble, but I think it is just that there are so much thing to do and so much things to distract me away from doing it.. Long overdue DVD movies, TV programmes, Confederations Cup on cable and of course the internet. Which kinda leave me little time to blog..
Anyway, I was actually thinking of getting a tattoo done. My subconscious has been telling me that it is so cool but my rationality told me that I would be a laughing stock in the teaching community if I get one - What have become of teachers nowadays. Anyway I decided to do some research by popping by some shops in Heeren and Far East Plaza . After a while of window tattoo shopping, I was still in two minds whether to get it done at one of the shops. the tattooist( yes it got pass the stage of window shopping) pointed to a newspaper clipping on the wall of the tattoo shop saying 7 out of 10 Singaporean are tattooed. Cool . If we still have the notion of my mum’s generation, it will very well mean 7 out of 10 Singaporean are gangsters. But we know that’s not true right? For god sake I know a girl who tattooed the Astro Boy on her back, and of course a girl who tattoo a rose at where the sun don't shine. Heck i have seen girls who in a sudden enthusiasm to embrace their mother tongue tattoo their chinese names on the ankles and lower back. now how gangster can that be ? If she’s really a gangster , then she must be those act-cute gangster loh. I am still quite averse to the idea of tattooing something where it is really visible like the ankles or arms. I was actually quite attracted to the idea of tattooing something on my back, you know a dragon or something? Or soemthing to proclaim your love to someone - like my wife name... Hm worth a thought.
Anyway I walked out of the shop without doing anything, I watch a movie instead. Tattoo? Hm... maybe next time then...
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