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Element: Water
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Group: Intellectual
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Monday, August 28, 2006
I Am RV-istic (Special Extended Version)
I am RV-istic cos...
~ I can recite the Singapore Pledge in chinese
~ I can chain the key to its ring in super fast time cos I put on 6 buttons on the RV uniform twice every week for FOUR years.
~ I had been to every malls in the West. So much so I had also been to the malls in the North and South. As for the East, well, it's too... far.
~ I don't mind drinking Newater. While others run around a running track or along a road, I ran along the circumference of a reservoir. Pandan Reservoir. I have witnessed too many 2.4km runners (RV-ians) emptying their breakfasts/lunch into our water source than to bother about drinking water made from urine. Not to mention the yearly count of bodies found adrift on the shores of PR.
~ I'm good at running short distance (ok, used to), cos got stupid people like me who likes to walk to the earlier bus stop, sees the bus in the distance and runs back to the bus stop outside the school.
~ I decide the route to go home 3 hours before school ends. There's 176 right outside the main gate that takes me to BM bus interchange, 30 that goes to then World Trade Centre. There are the buses opposite the school gate that goes to JE where I can choose to take bus or train back home, goes to Boon Lay or Bukit Batok/Gombak. There's 143 at the back gate where I can also take to WTC, there's 197 at the AYE, where I can buy a packet of tidbit and enjoy a peaceful walk to the bus stop by myself. Sometimes, choosing to take any of the buses is like filling in the 4D ticket, cos I never know whom I will meet at the bus stop to accompany me on the trip home. Choosing the route home also boils down to whether I want to eat Mac's at BM, Swensen's at WTC, KFC at Queenstown, Long John Silver's at JEC or watch movies at JP/Lot 1/WM/CP after school that day.
~ I have the ability to find my way home despite being lost. Due to the myriad of buses that passes by the school, my friends and I always find ourselves loading onto one of the buses to unknown places. Once, we took a bus to Pioneer Sector (then was so foreign to me) in the pouring rain and ended up in Boon Lay. Once, we took a bus towards JE, decided to change route, crossed the JTH road and waited at the now Creative HQ bus stop for 197 to take us to city. We took 51 and ended up in Little India. I took a wrong bus and ended up at Tang Dynasty; I'd miss a stop and end up walking up AYE from Tanjong Pagar Train Station.
~ I get excited each time my bus passes under the Pandan Flyover towards JE. From there, the bus will make a climb uphill and if the bus is fast enough, we'll go over the top like being on a rollercoaster. I know the bus drivers liked to hear RV kids scream "whoa!!!".
~ I can talk with my mouth unmoving. Good for speaking ill of others IN FRONT OF THEM.
~ I look around my surrounding before I speak ill of others. If the targets are around, I'll employ the above technic.
~ I use my eyes as hands to indicate the target of verbal abuse. A pointing finger will attract too much attention.
~ I am a bass singer; I can never reach the high notes of the school song.
"与日月争光兮 与天地共久长 ~ ~ @#$%^&**&^%$#@"
~ I always check my seat to see if it's clean, cos I had to protect my white shorts for 4 years.
~ Not to mention my penchant for hot pants in white...
~ I can squeeze tonnes of things in a given space. Well, I could squeeze my Bio, Phy, Chem, Geog, A Maths, D Maths, Chi textbooks in the drawer under my table. Not to mention the chi dict, english thesaurus-cum dict set, 成语500, water bottle, umbrella, over-due worksheets. 听写, maths exercise books and my NCC manual. haha...
~ I carry light, cos of the above reason. Once, while we were busy trying out maths questions, Mr Ng Hai Guan walked to my seat and took a peek into my bag. All he found was my sammi-covered student's diary. In shock, he turned my bag inside out and nothing came out. He just asked, "You come to school with only sammi cheng?" I need not answer, the whole class did it for me.
~ I can write words in sonic speed, nicknamed 抄人.
~ I don't blame 大长今 for always hiding her hands under her apron, cos well, RV guys like to stick our hands into the pockets in the lower parts of our shirts. oh, so it was always tissue on my LEFT breast pocket, spectacles on my RIGHT, watch on my LEFT bottom pocket and sweets and what-nots on my RIGHT. During my upper sec days, my wallet migrated from my pocket at the back of my shorts to the Lower Right Shirt Pocket, cos well... there are too much stuff to fill in my shorts-turned-hot pants le...
~ I'm a docile man. RV gals are too loud and demanding... ie QIA...
~ I get tensed up when a stranger approaches me. That guy must be a salesman (olden days' MLM), Christian or ex-RV. All three like to talk non-stop of something that I don't feel like hearing: a useless gadget, an out-of-the-world belief, and the line of RV principals since 1956.
~ I know the ONE-AND-ONLY meeting place in RV: In front of the archives. "hey, later play soccer." "ok, mit where?" "outside archives." of cos, I dunch play soccer, duh!
~ I hate Physics most, cos it was on Level 3. Biology was the best, cos the labs were on the ground floor, but it had 2 labs compared to 3 each for Chem & Phy. Technical workshop is the worst. We didn't visit it after 2 years.
~ I can sleep while sitting cross-legged on the floor, and laugh along with the rest of the auditorium when cued. Or stand up to sing song, at other times, all while asleep.
~ The white pages of my Silver Sword book was tainted yellow, cos I used it for the Reading Period, where I would lower my head in pretense of reading it when in actual fact I was sleeping and drooling onto it. Come on, I believe the pages of my neighbour's Merchant of Venice weren't yellow in the first place too...
~ I cover my mouth when I yawn, because Tham-Tham taught us to do that a dozen times. All while I was dozing off. You know how susceptible to suggestions people are when they're semi-conscious...
~ I thought I would go to Heaven (thereby the lack of thought of converting to Christianity when those Christians tried to psycho me to) cos Tham-Tham also said RV-ians are angels.
~ I didn't like PE lessons cos one of the teacher looked like 阿扁 and the other called himself Navel. Both are Mr Teo, by the way. There was a third PE teacher whom I never bothered to know his name. He looked anal, though. Basically, all RV-ians thinks most people in RV looked anal. The only person in RV who dunch look anal is the RV-ian himself.
~ I liked chinese lessons cos I was taught by 2 chinese teachers (new and famous at that time): 蔡老师 & 叶老师. My parents were also by the surnames of 蔡 & 叶.
~ I like giving chi historical figures english names. It started when my history teacher (the fat woman whom I forgot her name) calls Ci Xi: Suzy cos the ang mohs translated her name as Tsu Sze. I called 苏东坡 sotong ball after that. And do you know the english name of Confucius? If you read one of the sec chi texts, it said: 孔子，字庄尼. Meaning: Confucius, a.k.a Johnny.
~ I'm afraid of Geography for the 1st geog teacher I got: Miss Chin. She looked like she comes from Shark Tale, Robert Deneiro's char. Then, I got this teacher called Mr Chan Keng Soon who puts us into hypnotized state the moment he spoke. We only liked him after he performed a stunt when he dislodged one end of the OHP screen and sent it swinging after him a la Final Destination style. Amazingly, that thing missed him, he turned to us asking why we screamed, oblivious to the screen that settled into pendulum state. Mr Ng was so angry at him for spoiling his screen cos it was hanging in the middle of the blackboard, blocking his mathematical expressions. He got Alex, the tallest guy in 4I to remove the screen from its intact end.
~ I hate the RV canteen. Once, after a 2.4km run, I suffered a freaking leg cramp. I was paralysed on the floor, right in the middle of the freaking canteen, with people looking at me and wondering why I was sitting on the floor with a grimace on my face.
~ and yar, like the other RV-ians mentioned above, I like to 看热闹, but not lend a helping hand.
~ I'm a dreamy guy. I once helped my best friend write a love letter for a crush, in the above-mentioned canteen, albeit 2 years earlier. It was the orientation camp in 2nd year, we stayed over cos I was helping out with NCC matters and he, the Students' Council. At night, we couldn't sleep and he asked help from me, so I imagined myself to be sammi in 百分百感觉 and wrote a super-mushy note for him. yup, I just watched the movie and fell in love with sammi in the dec hols just before that.
~ I can sleep on the bus and wake up at the exact bus stop to alight. yup, as mentioned by xy, we always take the freezing 197 in the early, early mornings. Me, xy & benson. We would sleep together on the bus and wake up promptly at the bus stop to drop off.
~ I have an amazing power of concentration. What with the near-until-can-kiss buildings. 2F, was having our literature test, when from across the building, Trina Kok from 2E sang: GO GO POWER RANGER ~ ~ ~ !!! oh... and speaking of singing, there was the famed Victoria who sang from Les Miserables: There is a castle on the cloud. It was rumoured those who heard her sang died 7 days later from trauma...
~ I'm a lone worker. Sec 2, was ousted out by my history group 1 week before the submission deadline. So I ended up rushing my project through sleepless nights. My topic was on Japanese invasion, so I did a write-up on it. Apart from a scrapbook, I made a big 'book casing' for it, out of styrofoam. For the front, I cut out a frame, laid a piece of transparent wrap behind, carved out the shape of Japan's islands and stuck them onto the wrapping, in the middle of the frame. For that, I got an A, and a group of good friends from 2B and 2F, who helped me type my report cos I didn't have a computer.
~ I can differentiate Beauty World and Bukit Timah Plaza and know the way there. Goodness, our $78 per set of uniforms was made there!
~ I know there are 3 kinds of onion rings: Yellow ones are the class monitors, whose jobs were to shout: 起立，行礼！Green ones are the stern-faced councillors who like to tell us: eh... dun run along corridors. Red ones are those Ex-Co who like to say: I love people who are Corny...
~ I know people who called themselves Connie aren't corny at all. Dear Connie, after a morning assembly, called the troublesome 4I & 4J to stay behind for spot check. Dear Connie, saw my Armani, asked: Why is there no hair on the sides of your head? Why is your hair standing up? Do you have hormonal imbalance? nabehz... I became the laughingstock of everyone for weeks...
~ I know how to set up a commercial tent. Learnt it during sec 3 camp. Was one of the facilitators, cos I was afraid of heights and I knew that that would give me a reason NOT to do those confidence-training stuff. And I really siamed. 3I won 2nd for talentime for our Dr Jones dance. 3J won 1st cos they had PP who did a terrific dance item. oh well, 3I talked about team effort, you know...
~ I feel restless when CNY approaches. Why not? Every year, we had to decorate the wall outside our classroom for CNY!!! 1F carved a dragon head out of styrofoam. 2F made a lion head. 3I ermz... I forgot. 4I... even worse. No memories. Sorry...
~ I had shit luck. I have a bronze medal for a 4x100m relay from sec3. We were actually the 5th, but the 3rd and 4th teams fouled. So 3I got bronze. So funny. 1 and only time I went to receive a prize in RV, especially for a sports event. lol
~ I love Tuesdays, cos it was when the teachers had meetings, so we were let off early. During sec3 (the craze of Titanic), I started to watch movie every Tuesday, so much so that by the end of the term, I had nothing to watch. Those were the days when I had Tuesdays With Yonghao, my buddy whom we watched movies together, went to rot in shopping centres all on Tuesdays.
~ I love views that looked over water. Well, RV looked over Pandan Reservoir leh. During my last year, cos Mr Shamsudin liked to bring us to the Library for lessons, I got attached to the Library that I rarely stepped foot in before. Loved the view of the Library looking over the reservoir. Loved the peace. I met friends while I was browsing through the collection. Got ridiculed my Miss Kiang for borrowing Narnia books. eh... If reading Narnia is so childish, why issit found in the Library?? Our library card was 'pink' in colour, where we surrender when we borrow books and the librarians slot in the books' 'tag' into the card and keep until we return the books.
~ I am conservative. After all, I stayed in such a sterile environment for 4 full years. The only person who created a wave in my era was Miss Kiang, who happened to be my English teacher during sec 4. She had long, super curly hair (that she called frizzy), wears 4-inch high heels, mini skirts and low-V blouse. Apparently, her days as a RGS girl has shown the Pandan Monastery what havoc really was.
~ I can play taichi by pushing blames to people. Like blaming qy for making me lose badminton games? Like insisting that I don't owe anybody money. Like the missing textbook that caused me to fail my history test? Actually, I plain forgot there was a history test. And I could have passed it well, cos most of the questions I could answer out of memory, but there was this question on this Melayu book. nabehz... I cursed and swore, and wondered why I should know about a Malay book when I'm a chinese.
~ I am automatically attracted to RV-ians, 7 years after leaving it.
~ I cared to write all these down cos it was a nice trip down memory lane.
~ I know RVHS is 50 this year, cos 10 years ago, when I stepped foot into the grounds of the cream, Lloyd-style building, we had to run around the Pandan Reservoir (bloody 8km of it) to celebrate its 40th birthday. That was the worst birthday celebration I ever had to attend...
~ I have 50 reasons to say why I'm RV-istic for RV's 50th b'day. Do you?
For the school that I spent FOUR happy, sad, crazy, stupid, lazy, senseless, muggy, sweaty, sleepy, drooly, marchy (I was in NCC, duh!) & crappy days: Happy 50th.
I am RV-istic cos...
~ I can recite the Singapore Pledge in chinese
~ I can chain the key to its ring in super fast time cos I put on 6 buttons on the RV uniform twice every week for FOUR years.
~ I had been to every malls in the West. So much so I had also been to the malls in the North and South. As for the East, well, it's too... far.
~ I don't mind drinking Newater. While others run around a running track or along a road, I ran along the circumference of a reservoir. Pandan Reservoir. I have witnessed too many 2.4km runners (RV-ians) emptying their breakfasts/lunch into our water source than to bother about drinking water made from urine. Not to mention the yearly count of bodies found adrift on the shores of PR.
~ I'm good at running short distance (ok, used to), cos got stupid people like me who likes to walk to the earlier bus stop, sees the bus in the distance and runs back to the bus stop outside the school.
~ I decide the route to go home 3 hours before school ends. There's 176 right outside the main gate that takes me to BM bus interchange, 30 that goes to then World Trade Centre. There are the buses opposite the school gate that goes to JE where I can choose to take bus or train back home, goes to Boon Lay or Bukit Batok/Gombak. There's 143 at the back gate where I can also take to WTC, there's 197 at the AYE, where I can buy a packet of tidbit and enjoy a peaceful walk to the bus stop by myself. Sometimes, choosing to take any of the buses is like filling in the 4D ticket, cos I never know whom I will meet at the bus stop to accompany me on the trip home. Choosing the route home also boils down to whether I want to eat Mac's at BM, Swensen's at WTC, KFC at Queenstown, Long John Silver's at JEC or watch movies at JP/Lot 1/WM/CP after school that day.
~ I have the ability to find my way home despite being lost. Due to the myriad of buses that passes by the school, my friends and I always find ourselves loading onto one of the buses to unknown places. Once, we took a bus to Pioneer Sector (then was so foreign to me) in the pouring rain and ended up in Boon Lay. Once, we took a bus towards JE, decided to change route, crossed the JTH road and waited at the now Creative HQ bus stop for 197 to take us to city. We took 51 and ended up in Little India. I took a wrong bus and ended up at Tang Dynasty; I'd miss a stop and end up walking up AYE from Tanjong Pagar Train Station.
~ I get excited each time my bus passes under the Pandan Flyover towards JE. From there, the bus will make a climb uphill and if the bus is fast enough, we'll go over the top like being on a rollercoaster. I know the bus drivers liked to hear RV kids scream "whoa!!!".
~ I can talk with my mouth unmoving. Good for speaking ill of others IN FRONT OF THEM.
~ I look around my surrounding before I speak ill of others. If the targets are around, I'll employ the above technic.
~ I use my eyes as hands to indicate the target of verbal abuse. A pointing finger will attract too much attention.
~ I am a bass singer; I can never reach the high notes of the school song.
"与日月争光兮 与天地共久长 ~ ~ @#$%^&**&^%$#@"
~ I always check my seat to see if it's clean, cos I had to protect my white shorts for 4 years.
~ Not to mention my penchant for hot pants in white...
~ I can squeeze tonnes of things in a given space. Well, I could squeeze my Bio, Phy, Chem, Geog, A Maths, D Maths, Chi textbooks in the drawer under my table. Not to mention the chi dict, english thesaurus-cum dict set, 成语500, water bottle, umbrella, over-due worksheets. 听写, maths exercise books and my NCC manual. haha...
~ I carry light, cos of the above reason. Once, while we were busy trying out maths questions, Mr Ng Hai Guan walked to my seat and took a peek into my bag. All he found was my sammi-covered student's diary. In shock, he turned my bag inside out and nothing came out. He just asked, "You come to school with only sammi cheng?" I need not answer, the whole class did it for me.
~ I can write words in sonic speed, nicknamed 抄人.
~ I don't blame 大长今 for always hiding her hands under her apron, cos well, RV guys like to stick our hands into the pockets in the lower parts of our shirts. oh, so it was always tissue on my LEFT breast pocket, spectacles on my RIGHT, watch on my LEFT bottom pocket and sweets and what-nots on my RIGHT. During my upper sec days, my wallet migrated from my pocket at the back of my shorts to the Lower Right Shirt Pocket, cos well... there are too much stuff to fill in my shorts-turned-hot pants le...
~ I'm a docile man. RV gals are too loud and demanding... ie QIA...
~ I get tensed up when a stranger approaches me. That guy must be a salesman (olden days' MLM), Christian or ex-RV. All three like to talk non-stop of something that I don't feel like hearing: a useless gadget, an out-of-the-world belief, and the line of RV principals since 1956.
~ I know the ONE-AND-ONLY meeting place in RV: In front of the archives. "hey, later play soccer." "ok, mit where?" "outside archives." of cos, I dunch play soccer, duh!
~ I hate Physics most, cos it was on Level 3. Biology was the best, cos the labs were on the ground floor, but it had 2 labs compared to 3 each for Chem & Phy. Technical workshop is the worst. We didn't visit it after 2 years.
~ I can sleep while sitting cross-legged on the floor, and laugh along with the rest of the auditorium when cued. Or stand up to sing song, at other times, all while asleep.
~ The white pages of my Silver Sword book was tainted yellow, cos I used it for the Reading Period, where I would lower my head in pretense of reading it when in actual fact I was sleeping and drooling onto it. Come on, I believe the pages of my neighbour's Merchant of Venice weren't yellow in the first place too...
~ I cover my mouth when I yawn, because Tham-Tham taught us to do that a dozen times. All while I was dozing off. You know how susceptible to suggestions people are when they're semi-conscious...
~ I thought I would go to Heaven (thereby the lack of thought of converting to Christianity when those Christians tried to psycho me to) cos Tham-Tham also said RV-ians are angels.
~ I didn't like PE lessons cos one of the teacher looked like 阿扁 and the other called himself Navel. Both are Mr Teo, by the way. There was a third PE teacher whom I never bothered to know his name. He looked anal, though. Basically, all RV-ians thinks most people in RV looked anal. The only person in RV who dunch look anal is the RV-ian himself.
~ I liked chinese lessons cos I was taught by 2 chinese teachers (new and famous at that time): 蔡老师 & 叶老师. My parents were also by the surnames of 蔡 & 叶.
~ I like giving chi historical figures english names. It started when my history teacher (the fat woman whom I forgot her name) calls Ci Xi: Suzy cos the ang mohs translated her name as Tsu Sze. I called 苏东坡 sotong ball after that. And do you know the english name of Confucius? If you read one of the sec chi texts, it said: 孔子，字庄尼. Meaning: Confucius, a.k.a Johnny.
~ I'm afraid of Geography for the 1st geog teacher I got: Miss Chin. She looked like she comes from Shark Tale, Robert Deneiro's char. Then, I got this teacher called Mr Chan Keng Soon who puts us into hypnotized state the moment he spoke. We only liked him after he performed a stunt when he dislodged one end of the OHP screen and sent it swinging after him a la Final Destination style. Amazingly, that thing missed him, he turned to us asking why we screamed, oblivious to the screen that settled into pendulum state. Mr Ng was so angry at him for spoiling his screen cos it was hanging in the middle of the blackboard, blocking his mathematical expressions. He got Alex, the tallest guy in 4I to remove the screen from its intact end.
~ I hate the RV canteen. Once, after a 2.4km run, I suffered a freaking leg cramp. I was paralysed on the floor, right in the middle of the freaking canteen, with people looking at me and wondering why I was sitting on the floor with a grimace on my face.
~ and yar, like the other RV-ians mentioned above, I like to 看热闹, but not lend a helping hand.
~ I'm a dreamy guy. I once helped my best friend write a love letter for a crush, in the above-mentioned canteen, albeit 2 years earlier. It was the orientation camp in 2nd year, we stayed over cos I was helping out with NCC matters and he, the Students' Council. At night, we couldn't sleep and he asked help from me, so I imagined myself to be sammi in 百分百感觉 and wrote a super-mushy note for him. yup, I just watched the movie and fell in love with sammi in the dec hols just before that.
~ I can sleep on the bus and wake up at the exact bus stop to alight. yup, as mentioned by xy, we always take the freezing 197 in the early, early mornings. Me, xy & benson. We would sleep together on the bus and wake up promptly at the bus stop to drop off.
~ I have an amazing power of concentration. What with the near-until-can-kiss buildings. 2F, was having our literature test, when from across the building, Trina Kok from 2E sang: GO GO POWER RANGER ~ ~ ~ !!! oh... and speaking of singing, there was the famed Victoria who sang from Les Miserables: There is a castle on the cloud. It was rumoured those who heard her sang died 7 days later from trauma...
~ I'm a lone worker. Sec 2, was ousted out by my history group 1 week before the submission deadline. So I ended up rushing my project through sleepless nights. My topic was on Japanese invasion, so I did a write-up on it. Apart from a scrapbook, I made a big 'book casing' for it, out of styrofoam. For the front, I cut out a frame, laid a piece of transparent wrap behind, carved out the shape of Japan's islands and stuck them onto the wrapping, in the middle of the frame. For that, I got an A, and a group of good friends from 2B and 2F, who helped me type my report cos I didn't have a computer.
~ I can differentiate Beauty World and Bukit Timah Plaza and know the way there. Goodness, our $78 per set of uniforms was made there!
~ I know there are 3 kinds of onion rings: Yellow ones are the class monitors, whose jobs were to shout: 起立，行礼！Green ones are the stern-faced councillors who like to tell us: eh... dun run along corridors. Red ones are those Ex-Co who like to say: I love people who are Corny...
~ I know people who called themselves Connie aren't corny at all. Dear Connie, after a morning assembly, called the troublesome 4I & 4J to stay behind for spot check. Dear Connie, saw my Armani, asked: Why is there no hair on the sides of your head? Why is your hair standing up? Do you have hormonal imbalance? nabehz... I became the laughingstock of everyone for weeks...
~ I know how to set up a commercial tent. Learnt it during sec 3 camp. Was one of the facilitators, cos I was afraid of heights and I knew that that would give me a reason NOT to do those confidence-training stuff. And I really siamed. 3I won 2nd for talentime for our Dr Jones dance. 3J won 1st cos they had PP who did a terrific dance item. oh well, 3I talked about team effort, you know...
~ I feel restless when CNY approaches. Why not? Every year, we had to decorate the wall outside our classroom for CNY!!! 1F carved a dragon head out of styrofoam. 2F made a lion head. 3I ermz... I forgot. 4I... even worse. No memories. Sorry...
~ I had shit luck. I have a bronze medal for a 4x100m relay from sec3. We were actually the 5th, but the 3rd and 4th teams fouled. So 3I got bronze. So funny. 1 and only time I went to receive a prize in RV, especially for a sports event. lol
~ I love Tuesdays, cos it was when the teachers had meetings, so we were let off early. During sec3 (the craze of Titanic), I started to watch movie every Tuesday, so much so that by the end of the term, I had nothing to watch. Those were the days when I had Tuesdays With Yonghao, my buddy whom we watched movies together, went to rot in shopping centres all on Tuesdays.
~ I love views that looked over water. Well, RV looked over Pandan Reservoir leh. During my last year, cos Mr Shamsudin liked to bring us to the Library for lessons, I got attached to the Library that I rarely stepped foot in before. Loved the view of the Library looking over the reservoir. Loved the peace. I met friends while I was browsing through the collection. Got ridiculed my Miss Kiang for borrowing Narnia books. eh... If reading Narnia is so childish, why issit found in the Library?? Our library card was 'pink' in colour, where we surrender when we borrow books and the librarians slot in the books' 'tag' into the card and keep until we return the books.
~ I am conservative. After all, I stayed in such a sterile environment for 4 full years. The only person who created a wave in my era was Miss Kiang, who happened to be my English teacher during sec 4. She had long, super curly hair (that she called frizzy), wears 4-inch high heels, mini skirts and low-V blouse. Apparently, her days as a RGS girl has shown the Pandan Monastery what havoc really was.
~ I can play taichi by pushing blames to people. Like blaming qy for making me lose badminton games? Like insisting that I don't owe anybody money. Like the missing textbook that caused me to fail my history test? Actually, I plain forgot there was a history test. And I could have passed it well, cos most of the questions I could answer out of memory, but there was this question on this Melayu book. nabehz... I cursed and swore, and wondered why I should know about a Malay book when I'm a chinese.
~ I am automatically attracted to RV-ians, 7 years after leaving it.
~ I cared to write all these down cos it was a nice trip down memory lane.
~ I know RVHS is 50 this year, cos 10 years ago, when I stepped foot into the grounds of the cream, Lloyd-style building, we had to run around the Pandan Reservoir (bloody 8km of it) to celebrate its 40th birthday. That was the worst birthday celebration I ever had to attend...
~ I have 50 reasons to say why I'm RV-istic for RV's 50th b'day. Do you?
For the school that I spent FOUR happy, sad, crazy, stupid, lazy, senseless, muggy, sweaty, sleepy, drooly, marchy (I was in NCC, duh!) & crappy days: Happy 50th.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Injection of Colour To My Life
It really takes a major event in my life for me to be able to start having the urge to blog again. Just weeks ago, I was at the point where I had nothing much to say, cos my life was getting a bit bland with a constant loop set into my life.
And it seems that interesting stuff likes to come all at once.
But I suppose the impact from E3 was rather great, having met so many interesting characters both in and out of my group. The freshies were great, and I've regained my belief that it's good to health to hang out with younger people, cos they had the ideas, zeal and drive that people like me have gradually lost.
Lameness was one. For almost 2 years, people have met with my lame comments with just a roll of their eyes and making a secret wish that I disappear from the face of the earth. I can't believe I actually met people who specialize in lame jokes in this camp. OMG...
Ma'at's freshies are impossible (it seems weird to call them freshies when I regard them as friends already. Somehow, calling them 'freshies' have a sense of condescendment, but it's an easy way to refer to them). They mass chat from 10pm to 4am, and den from 12pm to 4pm. They have an outing on Tue and Fri, going for PAH this weekend, and a chalet is in the pipeline for 4 days next week.
Goodness... I take 2 months to try to get my old friends to just meet for 2 hours!
Woke up late on Tues, guess I was still trying to recuperate from the lack of sleep last week. There weren't supposed to be anybody in the house, since my sisses and mum goes to work by 10am. But there was my mum, walking out of the bathroom, pointing to me her buah luku on her head, telling me she fell at the bus stop while chasing after the bus.
I was so terrified cos the bump was bleeding and she could actually take it so easy. She told me that the ambulance came but she didn't want to go on it cos it was too expensive. I broke into a string of vulgarities and forced her to see the doc. With her osteo, I didn't want to leave anything to chances.
Yup, jolts of life comes all at once.
So I had to rush my mum to the clinic which was about to close, arrange to meet the buyer of my DVD writer and catch up with the discussion for the Ma'at gathering in the evening. Why must they all come at once and leave my other days so boring and vacant??
Back to the after-thoughts of E3, I conclude that one type of character I don't like will be the Act-Cute types. There were some people in there who were trying so hard to please others by acting cute. And by acting cute, I wasn't refering to Rainie's type of making cute expressions. These people portray themselves as the weak, squealing hamsters to demand the attention and care from their victims.
The key word here is ACT. I can see they are acting cute when their behaviour is inconsistent. One moment they'd be weak, and another moment they'd be ranting about their colourful lifestyle, very atypical of their 'weak' nature.
I admit I do act cute once in a while, but like acting hum-sup, horny etc, it was for the entertaining of people around me. Life needs some kind of laugher medicine at times, so I provided it (though I hope the others see my point).
haiz... as usual, drifting off and realizing that this is another post that has no central theme. Just as well... Ventilation.
It really takes a major event in my life for me to be able to start having the urge to blog again. Just weeks ago, I was at the point where I had nothing much to say, cos my life was getting a bit bland with a constant loop set into my life.
And it seems that interesting stuff likes to come all at once.
But I suppose the impact from E3 was rather great, having met so many interesting characters both in and out of my group. The freshies were great, and I've regained my belief that it's good to health to hang out with younger people, cos they had the ideas, zeal and drive that people like me have gradually lost.
Lameness was one. For almost 2 years, people have met with my lame comments with just a roll of their eyes and making a secret wish that I disappear from the face of the earth. I can't believe I actually met people who specialize in lame jokes in this camp. OMG...
Ma'at's freshies are impossible (it seems weird to call them freshies when I regard them as friends already. Somehow, calling them 'freshies' have a sense of condescendment, but it's an easy way to refer to them). They mass chat from 10pm to 4am, and den from 12pm to 4pm. They have an outing on Tue and Fri, going for PAH this weekend, and a chalet is in the pipeline for 4 days next week.
Goodness... I take 2 months to try to get my old friends to just meet for 2 hours!
Woke up late on Tues, guess I was still trying to recuperate from the lack of sleep last week. There weren't supposed to be anybody in the house, since my sisses and mum goes to work by 10am. But there was my mum, walking out of the bathroom, pointing to me her buah luku on her head, telling me she fell at the bus stop while chasing after the bus.
I was so terrified cos the bump was bleeding and she could actually take it so easy. She told me that the ambulance came but she didn't want to go on it cos it was too expensive. I broke into a string of vulgarities and forced her to see the doc. With her osteo, I didn't want to leave anything to chances.
Yup, jolts of life comes all at once.
So I had to rush my mum to the clinic which was about to close, arrange to meet the buyer of my DVD writer and catch up with the discussion for the Ma'at gathering in the evening. Why must they all come at once and leave my other days so boring and vacant??
Back to the after-thoughts of E3, I conclude that one type of character I don't like will be the Act-Cute types. There were some people in there who were trying so hard to please others by acting cute. And by acting cute, I wasn't refering to Rainie's type of making cute expressions. These people portray themselves as the weak, squealing hamsters to demand the attention and care from their victims.
The key word here is ACT. I can see they are acting cute when their behaviour is inconsistent. One moment they'd be weak, and another moment they'd be ranting about their colourful lifestyle, very atypical of their 'weak' nature.
I admit I do act cute once in a while, but like acting hum-sup, horny etc, it was for the entertaining of people around me. Life needs some kind of laugher medicine at times, so I provided it (though I hope the others see my point).
haiz... as usual, drifting off and realizing that this is another post that has no central theme. Just as well... Ventilation.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Losing Voice?
Been using too much of my voice. Wed's 5hr KTV session, Thurs' buffet lunch chat with Bryan and a chillout session with Jan over a cuppa.
Wed sing sing sing.
Thurs talk talk talk.
I never know I can talk that much.
I bitched about stuff that didn't suit my taste and style of working. I shared about the good moments of memories. I planned some activities in the short term.
National politics, inter-personal politics, organizational politics.
Frankly speaking, after spouting all my dissatisfaction, I feel better and my negative feelings towards certain people decreased. After elaborating my happy events, I have better plans and confidence for the future.
Talking: it's good for the soul but bad for the throat.
Then after talking, having some time to myself, I began to evaluate the stuff that I hear. YES! I listen to what people told me. Even though I may not give instant/knowledgeable replies, I do try to make head or tail out of them when I have the luxury of time and peace.
Shall elaborate on those thoughts some time later. Perhaps in a secret post, where only people who have been to will find it. People who don't find it can also request my password/directions after which I'll decide whether to let you in on the secret.
Secrets. shhh!!! That's where losing the voice comes in: being unable to leak what I listen and evaluated.
Been using too much of my voice. Wed's 5hr KTV session, Thurs' buffet lunch chat with Bryan and a chillout session with Jan over a cuppa.
Wed sing sing sing.
Thurs talk talk talk.
I never know I can talk that much.
I bitched about stuff that didn't suit my taste and style of working. I shared about the good moments of memories. I planned some activities in the short term.
National politics, inter-personal politics, organizational politics.
Frankly speaking, after spouting all my dissatisfaction, I feel better and my negative feelings towards certain people decreased. After elaborating my happy events, I have better plans and confidence for the future.
Talking: it's good for the soul but bad for the throat.
Then after talking, having some time to myself, I began to evaluate the stuff that I hear. YES! I listen to what people told me. Even though I may not give instant/knowledgeable replies, I do try to make head or tail out of them when I have the luxury of time and peace.
Shall elaborate on those thoughts some time later. Perhaps in a secret post, where only people who have been to will find it. People who don't find it can also request my password/directions after which I'll decide whether to let you in on the secret.
Secrets. shhh!!! That's where losing the voice comes in: being unable to leak what I listen and evaluated.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Serotonin Rush
Serotonin is a form of hormone that suppresses the depressive side of the mind, meaning it can be found in anti-depressants. It can also be found in chocolate or secreted by the brain when spending enjoyable time with someone.
Its effects, other than controlling depression, include a heightened sense of surroundings and increased metabolism.
gosh! Is this why I'm still awake at this hour??
Serotonin is a form of hormone that suppresses the depressive side of the mind, meaning it can be found in anti-depressants. It can also be found in chocolate or secreted by the brain when spending enjoyable time with someone.
Its effects, other than controlling depression, include a heightened sense of surroundings and increased metabolism.
gosh! Is this why I'm still awake at this hour??
Monday, June 12, 2006
Album of the Month
As mentioned in the post below, something made me rather optimistic. And after the nice chat, it made me reconsider visiting stuff that made me happy in the past. After all, it isn't easy to find new sources of happiness continuously and the past is usually an easy source for one.
And just then, my playlist came to this song by sammi: 《懒理》. Not only is the song telling us to take it easy, sammi is also one of my greatest source of solace in the past.
listen to sammi
《懒理》 comes from the album "listen to sammi", chinese called 《听闻。。。郑秀文》, and it's the 3rd album I liked, after "becoming sammi" and "ladies first".
No. 1 becoming sammi
No. 2 Ladies First
At first sight, the album's name may not seem relevant to the above-mentioned song, but it runs more deeply. 1st, a look at the lyrics (for the cheena-phobes, it's actually cantonese for most of the time and frankly speaking, I don't understand some of the phrases too)
《懒理》
甲： 听讲他相当QK 听讲他什么都睇不起
乙： 听讲他假装谦卑 听讲他嚣张得识飞
丙： 听讲他不好心地 听讲他将跟班玩死
丁： 听讲他花心兼不羁 听讲他好鬼憎上机
还听讲他跟我一起 闲话越闹越理越烦腻
谁知他不生半点气 还笑说每日有新趣味
喜欢他 就是喜欢他 遇末日亦未觉乏味
喜欢他 喜欢他 这么抵死
花心思 花得起 光怪陆离
喜欢他 就是喜欢他 像在玩又像有预备
他一起 他一起 跟他一起
日后若 若日后
天塌下来亦无用防备
这世界我一于懒理 有情人处理
我有我千娇百媚 hey hey hey
懒理你再颠三倒四（香三臭四）
和情人要去嬉戏
今天不想再生气 甜蜜地但愿每夜回味
才不想今天再生气 人已太快乐 懒得理~
In short, it's advicing people not to be too bothered with what other people says. More importantly, this is a song to take a dig at reporters. When she sang 懒理你再香三臭四, she was refering to the reporters who called her 臭四 when she when she didn't respond to their questions probing her private life.
《听闻。。。郑秀文》 became another form of sarcasm from sammi and "listen to sammi" reminds people to listen to her, rather than to the reporters.
Another thing I liked about the song was the part at the chorus. The 2nd line ends with "hey hey hey" and the 4th line also goes "hey hey hey", except that the "hey hey hey" was replaced by logically sound words, that when sung in cantonese, sounds like "hey hey hey".
That reminds me of Eason's "Shall We Talk" where he goes:
陪我讲 陪我亲身证实眼泪谁滴得多
where the idea of tears dropping was animated by the fact that the last three words sound (and was thus sung) as "dik duck dor", ie the sound of dripping water. Add on to Eason's way of singing, it felt like a storm of tears rather than just plain crying.
The magic of cantonese songs was that not only are the lyrics more conversational (unlike chinese where lyrics sound nice usually when they are poetic) and thus conveys more ideas and the sound of cantonese expands the possibility of conveying ideas in unconventional ways.
And I like the album cover too. Unlike her chinese albums, she likes to 'play with her image' in her cantonese albums. Though the image in this album isn't extraordinarily stunning or weird, it plays on my affinity for things that are cold. And the background used was the famous logo of Paramount Picture's mountain peak. Something that hints that this is a movie where sammi tells her own story.
Even her complementary karaoke VCD goes along the same line of coolness. And that cover picture is my all-time favourite. I don't know why, but it rings with me.
listen to sammi VCD
So today, it's sammi's "listen to sammi" in 1999 that's in the limelight.
As mentioned in the post below, something made me rather optimistic. And after the nice chat, it made me reconsider visiting stuff that made me happy in the past. After all, it isn't easy to find new sources of happiness continuously and the past is usually an easy source for one.
And just then, my playlist came to this song by sammi: 《懒理》. Not only is the song telling us to take it easy, sammi is also one of my greatest source of solace in the past.
listen to sammi
《懒理》 comes from the album "listen to sammi", chinese called 《听闻。。。郑秀文》, and it's the 3rd album I liked, after "becoming sammi" and "ladies first".
No. 1 becoming sammi
No. 2 Ladies First
At first sight, the album's name may not seem relevant to the above-mentioned song, but it runs more deeply. 1st, a look at the lyrics (for the cheena-phobes, it's actually cantonese for most of the time and frankly speaking, I don't understand some of the phrases too)
《懒理》
甲： 听讲他相当QK 听讲他什么都睇不起
乙： 听讲他假装谦卑 听讲他嚣张得识飞
丙： 听讲他不好心地 听讲他将跟班玩死
丁： 听讲他花心兼不羁 听讲他好鬼憎上机
还听讲他跟我一起 闲话越闹越理越烦腻
谁知他不生半点气 还笑说每日有新趣味
喜欢他 就是喜欢他 遇末日亦未觉乏味
喜欢他 喜欢他 这么抵死
花心思 花得起 光怪陆离
喜欢他 就是喜欢他 像在玩又像有预备
他一起 他一起 跟他一起
日后若 若日后
天塌下来亦无用防备
这世界我一于懒理 有情人处理
我有我千娇百媚 hey hey hey
懒理你再颠三倒四（香三臭四）
和情人要去嬉戏
今天不想再生气 甜蜜地但愿每夜回味
才不想今天再生气 人已太快乐 懒得理~
In short, it's advicing people not to be too bothered with what other people says. More importantly, this is a song to take a dig at reporters. When she sang 懒理你再香三臭四, she was refering to the reporters who called her 臭四 when she when she didn't respond to their questions probing her private life.
《听闻。。。郑秀文》 became another form of sarcasm from sammi and "listen to sammi" reminds people to listen to her, rather than to the reporters.
Another thing I liked about the song was the part at the chorus. The 2nd line ends with "hey hey hey" and the 4th line also goes "hey hey hey", except that the "hey hey hey" was replaced by logically sound words, that when sung in cantonese, sounds like "hey hey hey".
That reminds me of Eason's "Shall We Talk" where he goes:
陪我讲 陪我亲身证实眼泪谁滴得多
where the idea of tears dropping was animated by the fact that the last three words sound (and was thus sung) as "dik duck dor", ie the sound of dripping water. Add on to Eason's way of singing, it felt like a storm of tears rather than just plain crying.
The magic of cantonese songs was that not only are the lyrics more conversational (unlike chinese where lyrics sound nice usually when they are poetic) and thus conveys more ideas and the sound of cantonese expands the possibility of conveying ideas in unconventional ways.
And I like the album cover too. Unlike her chinese albums, she likes to 'play with her image' in her cantonese albums. Though the image in this album isn't extraordinarily stunning or weird, it plays on my affinity for things that are cold. And the background used was the famous logo of Paramount Picture's mountain peak. Something that hints that this is a movie where sammi tells her own story.
Even her complementary karaoke VCD goes along the same line of coolness. And that cover picture is my all-time favourite. I don't know why, but it rings with me.
listen to sammi VCD
So today, it's sammi's "listen to sammi" in 1999 that's in the limelight.
Friday, June 09, 2006
How To Clean The Inside Of A Bottle
Learnt something new today, which was the titled stuff. I was shaking my bottle filled with soap water and digging as far in as I could with my finger to wipe the inside of my water bottle when my mum told me to add a few pieces of toilet paper before shaking the bottle.
So I did, with about 50ml of water and a few blocks of toilet paper, I started 'cleaning' my bottle apprehensively. To my surprise, the method worked and when my bottle used to look dull from whatever grime that was sticking to its inner walls, it now looks bright and clear.
But the process was a bit gooey though. The paper will 'disintegrate' into a mush such that it will take a few washings before the bits of paper gets washed off totally. In fact, when I 1st poured the combination into the toilet bowl, it was as though I was emptying a flask of congee. hmmm...
Little things of life. To think that initially, I was planning to invent some brush of sort to clean bottles. I never knew toilet paper has uses other than cleaning the arse ;P
Learnt something new today, which was the titled stuff. I was shaking my bottle filled with soap water and digging as far in as I could with my finger to wipe the inside of my water bottle when my mum told me to add a few pieces of toilet paper before shaking the bottle.
So I did, with about 50ml of water and a few blocks of toilet paper, I started 'cleaning' my bottle apprehensively. To my surprise, the method worked and when my bottle used to look dull from whatever grime that was sticking to its inner walls, it now looks bright and clear.
But the process was a bit gooey though. The paper will 'disintegrate' into a mush such that it will take a few washings before the bits of paper gets washed off totally. In fact, when I 1st poured the combination into the toilet bowl, it was as though I was emptying a flask of congee. hmmm...
Little things of life. To think that initially, I was planning to invent some brush of sort to clean bottles. I never knew toilet paper has uses other than cleaning the arse ;P
Monday, June 05, 2006
Positive Thinking
Yesterday, during the outing with the HJC gang, I begged XL to help train me for interviews, which I really suck at. And then, this morning, in 桃色蛋白质, the theme was on interviews for the dummies.
I must admit that I suck at interviews (and talking the 'politically correct' way) that what I got from the show were stuff that I didn't know in the past. ok, perhaps I had heard from seminars and workshops that I should do XXX or YYY, but they never taught us the exact words and such, only telling us to use our imagination. Basically, they didn't teach me anything.
For example, "Why did you quit your last job?". We were told "focus on the plus side of the company you are working on and what you hope to benefit from it which you can't get from the old company".
To me, that was 说了等于没说.
But on the show, the guy replied something like: I wish to upgrade myself and expand my potential with the company.
OR, the part about negotiating the salary: what if the salary offered was somewhat lower than your expectation? How should we react when we would like to have more of that?
The official answer given was: "I really hope to join your company and I believe I will be able to gain quite a lot from you. At the same time, I would also like to know whether I will get a pay raise when I perform better than expectations".
Of course, I will have to collate and remember the various standard answers myself. If not, I will definitely continue to die in interviews and never land myself in a decent job.
So, I was also thinking of other answers I could give. But for one, my working experience is limited. What's more, my army profile isn't exactly as powerful as my peers. I will definitely lose out in terms of that.
What's a storeman to brag about when my friends are mostly specs and officers?
yup, perhaps my greatest failure in life will be to be a storeman+armskoteman.
But hey! I excelled as a service personnel ok? I was involved in commercial stocktaking when I was a storeman and internal stocktake when I was an armskoteman and in both cases, I got A. Is that ok? It shows how good my management skills are and how good my interpersonal skills (like real) are at getting people to lend me stuff that I lack in.
Frankly speaking, I used to think that getting an A was not really something to brag about. Perhaps A is a common grade, something that the majority of the stores in Singapore army camps get. It's getting lower than A that will be worth contemplating.
But considering the various stores that I have been: brunei and ITI, I must say my store shines. My store is CLEAN, ORDERLY and my stores are in great condition. How else did I get the A then?
Never mind that my signal store was orderly in the 1st place. Nevermind that I had the help of my CSM and colleague. In an interview, it's a one-man-show.
The power of positive thinking...
Yesterday, during the outing with the HJC gang, I begged XL to help train me for interviews, which I really suck at. And then, this morning, in 桃色蛋白质, the theme was on interviews for the dummies.
I must admit that I suck at interviews (and talking the 'politically correct' way) that what I got from the show were stuff that I didn't know in the past. ok, perhaps I had heard from seminars and workshops that I should do XXX or YYY, but they never taught us the exact words and such, only telling us to use our imagination. Basically, they didn't teach me anything.
For example, "Why did you quit your last job?". We were told "focus on the plus side of the company you are working on and what you hope to benefit from it which you can't get from the old company".
To me, that was 说了等于没说.
But on the show, the guy replied something like: I wish to upgrade myself and expand my potential with the company.
OR, the part about negotiating the salary: what if the salary offered was somewhat lower than your expectation? How should we react when we would like to have more of that?
The official answer given was: "I really hope to join your company and I believe I will be able to gain quite a lot from you. At the same time, I would also like to know whether I will get a pay raise when I perform better than expectations".
Of course, I will have to collate and remember the various standard answers myself. If not, I will definitely continue to die in interviews and never land myself in a decent job.
So, I was also thinking of other answers I could give. But for one, my working experience is limited. What's more, my army profile isn't exactly as powerful as my peers. I will definitely lose out in terms of that.
What's a storeman to brag about when my friends are mostly specs and officers?
yup, perhaps my greatest failure in life will be to be a storeman+armskoteman.
But hey! I excelled as a service personnel ok? I was involved in commercial stocktaking when I was a storeman and internal stocktake when I was an armskoteman and in both cases, I got A. Is that ok? It shows how good my management skills are and how good my interpersonal skills (like real) are at getting people to lend me stuff that I lack in.
Frankly speaking, I used to think that getting an A was not really something to brag about. Perhaps A is a common grade, something that the majority of the stores in Singapore army camps get. It's getting lower than A that will be worth contemplating.
But considering the various stores that I have been: brunei and ITI, I must say my store shines. My store is CLEAN, ORDERLY and my stores are in great condition. How else did I get the A then?
Never mind that my signal store was orderly in the 1st place. Nevermind that I had the help of my CSM and colleague. In an interview, it's a one-man-show.
The power of positive thinking...
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