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 

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

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 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

A Big Move

So… i left singapore, i left home, i left my comfort zone, into what seemed to be a foreign land. 6 months on, this has become a new home for me. New friends, new challenges, new responsibilites and new found love. so its with a heavy heart that i leave behind chubbyboy.blogspot.com. it’s quite a hard thing to do, considering that i started off with it and spent alot of time making it look the way it is now.

 From practically nothing, chubbyboy became to be worth about USD7,000. But blogspot has put a cap on the way blogs are expressed and i have decided to move over to wordpress, with plenty of considerations in mind. So here we go. a fresh start, a fresh page and a fresh look.

 Cheers