Hello Singapore, this is the world speaking

Taken from Mel’s Blog:

18th-Jul-2007 04:54 pm – alrighty then….

I have very very nice wonderful friends… Ring Ring….. Me: Yes bert why Bert: Eh MEL tell you huh Me: Yes why Bert: There is discount for Tummi Trim, do you want?? – very seriously Me: ………….. Thanks Bert

After a hard day’s work, who could resist a short attempt at humour?

So after all the hype about jules leaving to down under , it suddenly dawned upon us that our foul mouthed friend is indeed going to leave us. So we will be scattered all over the globe, literally. The cool people being in , well, England, and the rest in the land of Wallabies and Kangaroos -  where if i remember correctly, they celebrate their christmas in blardy june/july.

On the topic of the few of us becoming such nice and active “global citizens” , i guess it is timely to reflect on how we as Singaporeans portray our own country.  Though we may be known for our efficiency, especially our government’s; our clean and green streets; shopping ( though i must admit that the GSS pales in comparison with the boxing day sales in London, totaly ownage man), how are we as individuals potraying ourselves as individuals?

I am definitely proud to be Singaporean, though there are the usual gripes and all, but hey, nothing beats touching down at Changi Airport after 1 year in London.

One of the more pertinent issues is regarding the almost prevalent Pinkerton Syndrome amongst Singaporeans.  I seriously think people who are “famous” or who regards themselves as “famous” should take up an active role of not being associated with such derogatory behavior.

This is a video of Singapore’s “most famous” blogger Xiaxue: totally insensitve and totally brainless. Come on, the guy you are talking to is a Plastic Surgeon, a professional who contributes to society. Maybe the one who did your nosejob should have replaced your nose with a vagina. haha… talk about CB Bin…

back to reflections

So if we all come together, we know what to do, we come together to say we love you

Hello!

I have been back to the sunny island for about a month now, seriously, time passes so damned fast when you are back. Have pretty much gotten used to the heat and the humidity already, the latter is damned bad; i tried running my usual 6km route and i am almost dying at the halfway mark from the sheer inability of my sweat to evaporate.

Mel: shut up, i am not unfit, and no, you are not floating like my grandma hahaha she doesn’t float!!

School attachment has been swell, the people have been absolutely wonderful to be with, alot of things have been learnt so far, alot of “restricted” things that i can’t say out here in the internet, if not i would have to kill you. it is really super weird to be back in school once again with a different role. After all, we all have gone throught the stage of being a student, myself: being an external traininer but never as a proper teacher, so the events of the last few weeks or so have been surreal to say the least.

Flea has moved out of her Le 8 place and is in campus now, hmm, i would miss campus life, so all the best to you flea! since you are on campus, do remember to play hard, meet new people but always remember to study! hahaha…. don’t be like certain medics in Ramsay hall who din’t study and are currently back in london doing their resit wahaha. Blardy hell, this people party so much and they would form the cream of our medical team next time. WTF.

What have i been doing? well, besides the school attachment, that sees me getting so tired and drained at the end of the day, sleeping and eating, there’s the Oasis class that i have to help out with. Damned it man, really no time to do anything sigh.

It’s about one month since the last camp; and the kids haven”t really changed much; sigh.

Alright, so much for the sterile post 

Sunny Island Set in the Sea

After 9 months of depressing humid free weather, im finally back home to the sunny island that is known as the “shining example” of efficiency of this part of Asia.

Well, changes are inevitable in life and yes, changes did occur over the last few months:

GST Hike
NETS Hike
Minister Pay Hike

wee hee, the only hike that im quite happy about is the starting pay of graduate teachers, well, at least they are doing something right, next thing they should do is to raise our allowance, oh come on, London is shit expensive to live in.

Well, here’s the update so far:

Touch down on SQ 321, suprisingly short flight from the shit hole aka Heathrow, Changi is the best, you have to admit it.

Came out of the arrival hall at 1830hrs and proceeded to have a great dinner with my darling parents, BEST food i could ever ask for, Simple, nice everyday Zi Char that I have craved for, for the last few months

AND i got dropped off at 2200hrs at paramount hotel to report for my passion! haha, its really great to get to meet Ernest, Ken, Gabe, Peter and Yenny after such a long time.

I’m bloggin away on the fourth night of the camp, while THE session is going on. Got to meet Jules Mel and Terri, all of whom have actually blossomed into quite beautiful things, although jule’s head swelled and almost exploded when ernest praised her, GAWD Damned it jules.

Ok, got to go back to help

My Generation

It’s really suprising to find out how different the approach the exams is here. Everybody is stressed alright, but almost everyone finds an excuse to be jovial, ranging even from the most trivial thing of meeting up after the rather long easter break.

 2 days from D-days, to all the teachers that said that the A levels were the hardest exams to take, please burn in hell ( joking, i love my teachers too much).

 So much has taken place over the course of easter, most of them quite joyful, but as easter draws to a close, agony begins to pick up as the pace of revision is simply blistering: imagine a schedule as follows:

0830hrs: Reveille
0900hrs: Breakfast
0930hrs: Study
1300hrs: Lunch Break
1500Hrs: Study
1800hrs:Dinner Break
1830hrs: Study
0000hrs: Lights off

 14 hours of study daily. wow. i’m only blogging right now in the library because im semi done with studying for the night. to thing about it, it has been a rather luxurious day with me taking abit more time off study to just let my weary mind wander.

After a traditionally crap Ramsay dinner, michelle and i decided to take a short stroll through Gordon Square and Travistock garden: of course, this is the benefit of studying in a country that DOES believe in setting aside green spaces.

the conversation between mimi and i, of course, when we are in such situations, tend to be absolutely ridiculous and hilarious, and we somehow manage to find out something new and weird about each other.

this time, well, lets say i was absolutely shocked to hear what michelle let slip from her usually controlled mouth hahaha….

even from her first question (paraphrased for clarity ) : bert, are you turned on by girls having their period

WTF? the whole of london almost held their breath while i pondered how to respond. and well, my respond was, as many of you could have guessed: WHAT THE F***????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok well back to revisions

Friday the 13th

Studying can be so much fun wahaha… what irony.

Crazy things that took place over the last few days:

1. Tony Blair Blames the BLACK community for the shootings in London - what sensitivity!

2. UK set to put in place the Sarah Laws, to publicly name known Paedophiles in the area: so what are you going to do? shift away?

3.  heard in the UCL Science library… “oh you know… the guy who was arrested for attempting to blow up the american embassy? he shares the same surname as me” SERIOUSLY? dude… UCAS seriously needs to relook its undergraduate application, think about the quality of the degrees UK universities are awarding, not to mention the safety of other students. But Honestly, that guy can go dig a hole, nono wait, that guy can just blow himself. haha he would have to break his back to do so though.

hmmm i was actually thinking of listing down the people that i really look forward to meeting online, especially those in Singapore and the ONE in the states, she knows who she is, but yeah… too many to list, love to all.

Easter!

Happy Belated Easter to Everyone!

yes yes i spent my entire holy week here in London, and suprise suprise…. it was so Sunny all of a sudden. It really sucks when the sun is just beginning to come out when we are all mugging our asses off.

Carm had the liberty of reminding me that i missed the gigantic potatoes in curry back home, sigh.If that girl was here, i would have thrown bowls and bowls of mashed potato at her.

This easter is particularly special to a particular INGRID!!! hahaha… who was baptised at easter vigil at newman house. Congrats to you leng lui… the video was extremely hilarious

Photos will come in time to come. Time to study!!!

post note: Jialing.. you are under lost innocence because you have lost it once you to know me

Cheers to all study hard!

Behold!Behold!The wood of the cross

On which is hung our salvation

I was talking to Ernest just now, mentioning about the fact that this would be the first holy week i will be spending away from home and actually studying. Easter won’t be the same without the curry and the rushing to places. Maundy thursday and Good Friday won’t be thesame without having to see the friends at church and actually wanting to be an altar boy all over again.

I guess i dare say that it is during the period of Holy Week that one would feel closer to God. to me, the ceremony and rituals that date back centuries are of particular interest. The fact that the bells “fall silent” after the gloria on thursday to the celebration of the passion of the lord.

Today’s sermon was one about people, and how we live our lives. Lives are defined by lives. Corruptible as they may seem, life without affecting another life is not living life at all. How have we touched the people around us, how would we want to be remembered.

One great man died for our sins and his grave is revered by billions the world around, even though he died over 2 thousand years ago, how would each of us be remembered? Yes that marble headstone will last 100 years, but what kind of legacy would each of leave behind? how would our family remember us?

How would i be remembered?

on a related topic, each holy week i contemplate on the choices that i have made in the last year, and those that i have yet to make, especially that particular question.

How would i be remembered? To have Fathered? or Father

Let thy will be done

Pacem to all this easter.

Mel: was great to see you down in london again, pleasure was all mine, it looks like you have lost so much weight
Nyd: how are you girl? u are always not online when i am
Pris: We need to talk more!!!
Mimi and Jiaaa: i need a break from sanity!!!

The Heart of Men – Reflection this Holy Thursday

God created man in his own image, but perhaps the greatest flaw, and ironically the greatest beauty of the creation of men is his heart.

Mens’ Heart, the source to the greatest power man will ever lay his hands on: love

there are various levels of love, but we will not dwell on that, we need to question this power. In most literature, love is portrayed as a positive influence: a mother’s love can for instance, drive a mother to great lengths just so to protect her child, cinematic-ally,  who can deny not seeing a clichéd moment when a mother suddenly jerks from near death just to protect her child, and dies once the job is done; then there is the love that is passionate, between lovers.

History has been the quiet witness to so many happily ever afters, and an equal number of tragic endings. As we hear the tales of Cinderella  in our formation years, we hear the tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet. it is almost sad to witness the corruptible nature of the human heart as we age.

what does the heart desire?

Love? Power? Sex? Recognition? Riches?

what does your heart hide even from yourself?

Man’s heart is corruptible. Perhaps, God created this flaw for a reason. i just told a friend that a life where everything goes to plan is not a life worth living. Perhaps its just god trying to create a form of entertainment for himself hah!

i crave for success for various reasons, good reasons i believe and i crave for acceptance.

I wonder how long i can stay true, will my heart fail?

The Tagging Game

This is not fun michelle… but hell… here it goes

“this is what you are supposed to cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game.. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things about themselves as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.”

1. i spend at least 2 minutes each morning looking at my sink contemplating if i should pee in it or just go to the toilet; yes i do go to the toilet
2.  i sometimes wish that my life was something like those described in mushy chinese songs, smooth sailing and romantic.
3. i have to visit the same shop at least 7 times to view the same item 7 times before making my mind up on whether to buy it! BUT there are exceptions
4. i measure how fat i am by jumping up and down each night to see if i have got man boobs : thank god i don’t
5. i have always felt that guys who say that they have huge dicks have actually very small ones, and will ignore anyone forever if they even suggest it
6. when people accuse me of being gay… i SERIOUSLY consider the question… and i’m not gay.

ok… i have decided to tag

1. Flea
2. Nydia
3. Mel
4. Jules
5.  Priscilla Lim
6. Carm

So here we go

The last week of term has suddenly dawned upon me. the age of innonence has come to past. Oh how dramatic can i be?

honestly, it has really been a wild academic year with so many new things and challenges to live up. Just 8 months ago, i was blogging at La Trobe University when the family visited flea, and 8 months on, i’m in my own university blogging in the hour just before class starts.

all these make life so surreal. crusing down the river thames, having a romantic dinner, strolling past the quad just to get to class. this is university; how fast does life stroll past us. damned