Wednesday, February 28, 2007

On Being Tagged

Its the final day of February! Let's do something interesting to celebrate the end of the month. Apparently, this is an online tagging game, so read the instructions below to see how it goes. YOUR participation is required in the end.

Instructions:This is what you are supposed to cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things 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 rather get lost and go round in circles than asking people for directions or consult the street directory.
2. I rather speak to a crowd of strangers than one stranger alone.
3. I usually listen to the same song for hours until I get tired of it, only to do the same sometime in the future again.
4. My favourite Jin Yong character used to be Wei Xiao Bao, but I think Yang Guo is cooler now. (Even though by Peter Blau's logic of social exchange, this makes me far more unattractive.=()
5. I cannot remember the last person I was genuinely angry with. But I act angry from time to time so there is some balance in life.
6. I believe that if something good happens in a day, everything else good will follow on the same day; and vice versa if something bad happens.
(7.) This is a bonus point. I felt it had to be added in. I like to impersonate police officers, office colleagues, teachers & professors over the phone to trick my friends, and I like to lie about myself in front of strangers (i.e. telling them I am a Vet). I do not flinch when I lie, in the famous words of Goh Chin Siong, "You are a congenital liar." And, more often than not, I am successful.

That's it then. I hope you learnt something new about me! If you didnt, apparently, you know me rather well already, so good for you. Now here comes the fun part for me! To select six people to do the same thing on their blogs. I guess I am obviously resricted to those who have blogs and those who read my blogs. I really do not know who satisfies these criteria, so my general rule is : If you have tagged my tagboard and have a blog, then you are the chosen one.

Monday, February 26, 2007

When I was younger....

This post was inspired by a post "Do you remember?" from Kaori's blog. Previously, I have also received emails titled "If you remember this, you are an 80s child" or "We went to school in the early 90s". While Kaori's was a more personal recollection of her primary school days, the emails contained more generic reflections of school across Singapore at that time. Since I can't seem to fall asleep, I will try to select a few interesting incidents or phenomenoms in my primary school days that might bring a tear or smile to those reading it. =p Maybe after reading these, you can start recollecting your own primary school experiences? I know that for some of you, Primary School life is more than 10 years ago? For others, it might be only last year when you were in Primary School! Tell me more about what you remember as well and maybe there will be similarities!

- when i was in pre-primary(the current equivalent of k2), we used to have afternoon nap time. basically, what happens will be all the students bring their bathroom towels to school and then lay it on the floor. And then, everyone is supposed to go to sleep! I seldom ever fell asleep, always so alert and mischievous in looking around the class and seeing who had fallen asleep and who hadn't. But I loved the rainy days, with the rain pattering down on the metal window frames, the wind blowing into the class.

-in p2, we used coca-cola cans to play football. there was once when the "ball" was kicked into the air. I intelligently attempted to head it into the goal, and was left a gaping wound across my head. I cant remember if I scored.

- in p3, there was a bilingual story telling competition in which I represented my class. I was supposed to tell the story of a pair of spectacles. I cant remember the storyline, but there was a part where I was supposed to take off my spectacles and place them on the floor. (or that was what the teacher told me). On the actual performance, I simply took my glasses off and threw them onto the stage. Immediate audience reaction! Lots of "Wahs! Wows!" Truly, a born performer. And I got first.

- in p4, I was rather saddened that my academic position for the standard had fallen out of the top3 (i.e. no prize!), but apparently, the school decided to establish a new award from that year on( the best in subject award). I remember it was raining when the teacher came to my class to inform that I had won Best in Science for the standard! I ran out of my seat, ran out of the class, and ran back into the class, and thanked her profusely. Now,this is very unlike me. Normally, I was very low profile with my results because I did not want to upset those sitting around me.

- the first and only slap in my life. p5. first day of school. my form teacher Mdm Yap was talking to the class, while I was happily talking to the classmate next to me. before I knew it, I received a tight slap across my face. what a start to the year!

- ACES day aka Childrens'Day aka Great Singapore Workout Day. p6. all students receive Aces Day Caps, and the practice was to go around getting your friends and classmates to sign on the caps. I loved this day. I would purposely walk around school during recess, and all the younger students would come running after me asking me to sign their caps. (Fulfilling my ambition to be a STAR!) But the most important signature was always reserved for the girl I liked. She didn't come up to me to sign her cap, but asked another classmate of ours to pass me her cap. I was extremely happy! But I was too shy to ask her to sign mine. =p

- Prize Giving Day. p6. Everyyear, the night before Prize-Giving, I would not be able to sleep. Too anxious about the moment of glory the next day. p6, was the extreme as it would be my last year and I was receiving no less than 5 prizes. I liked to be seen as very busy when I was in the spotlight. And I was. Running on stage, going back stage, going into the queue to get the next prize.

- what did students at that time play or liked to do? table tennis (I was hopeless), catching (I was not too bad), football (I was okay), Rubber War with country erasers (I was hopeless), Rubber Bands (I never played), read Tintin comics (I never read) , Paper Connect Four (everyone would represent a country, inspired by World Cup 94, I was always Italy and always lost in the semi-finals), Arm-Wrestling (I was hopeless), Talk about computer games (I knew nothing), Discuss which of the Four Heavenly Kings was the best (I also knew nothing at this time, except that I bought a ruler with the face of one of them - Surprise surpirse! It wasnt Jacky Cheung, but Leon Lai! =() , Tease boys about girls and tease girls about boys (Every year, it was announced that I liked the girl sitting next to me. For the record, not one year was that ever true. I did have crushes though.)

It can go on forever. I really have to stop writing because I do not want the entire blog to be of this post. But I think something that is easily noticable is that my Primary School Experience must have been very different from the rest of my peers. In a sense, I was really in my own world. But then again, I always knew what was going on around me and did participate in the normal daily pursuits as well.

As frivilous and comical all these incidents may seem now as I write them down, they meant the world to me back then. And actually, they still mean alot to me now. I attempted many things later in life, not because I am born confident, but because my primary school experience told me that I could do them. In Primary School, I didnt really volunteer for anything, everything was upon selection by the teachers. And that is partly why I always respect and remember my teachers, for the countless opportunities they gave this short little talkative boy, for the memories they provided him that never fail to bring a smile to him when he thinks of them.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

On Why I Said That

The most seemingly frivilous and meaningless comments often have lots of thought and intentions behind them. With regards to the previous post, I will now exposite on why I had told the class that 'Bar Graphs are for stupid people'.

Firstly, I think the essential thing when trying to get a point across to someone else, or when teaching, is to get the complete attention of that person. The next logical aim is obviously to maintian that attention. Starting a topic by 'de-valuaing' it allows this to be done. I believe that upon knowing that a topic is easy, to the student who sees him/herself as below average, the first reaction is: "Ah, so this is not difficult. Maybe I can understand this, and then maybe I am not that stupid!"The initial reaction to the student who sees him/herself as average, might go along the lines of " Oh, I better understand this, if not it means I am stupid!" I am not interested in the reaction of the above average students, because no matter how, they will understand it.

It is deducible that the 'apparent managability of the task' will attract the attention of those who think lowly of their academic abilities, while the 'desire to prove themselves' will spur the average to concentrate on the lesson. However, it is clear that the consequences of such a statement as 'this topic is for the stupid' can be severe. This is when the student eventually does not manage to grasp the topic, or what is being taught, and goes away thinking he/she is truly more than stupid.

Therefore, I personally went round to every student to ensure that they were successful graduates of my lesson. And yes, I had undivided attention, and very spontaneous participation during the lesson, as well as many laughs (as I tried to recreate the reasons why only stupid people need to use bar graphs to see that 5 oranges are more than 3 oranges).

Monday, February 19, 2007

Surprise Surprise!

On the second day of the New Year, I must share with everyone an event that really lifted my spirits, and brightened the night! In anticipation of a Skype conversation with my relatives to take place later in the day, I was on MSN at 2am (UK). I randomly wished one of my primary school classmates, Benjamin (who went on to RI too), Happy New Year! Apparently, he was asleep and his brother replied. His brother is 10 years old.

As I found his brother rather chatty, I decided to establish a conversation with him. I then realised that he most probably went to the Pri Sch I and Ben went to, which is RSS. So I asked him which class he was in. And then, it occurred to me, that in my relief teaching days last year, I might have taught him. So I asked him if he knew a Mr Foo. (He obviously doesnt'know who I am) He responded imediately, " yes, my relieve teacher last year. thin and wear spectacles. very funny. "

I was pleasantly surprised. But that was not it. He then went on. "Mr Foo taught me Bar Graphs in P3, and he said it was for stupid people to understand and compare numbers." I think I could feel my heart stop for the moment. How on earth could he remember all that! Who ever remembers a relief teacher, who steps into the class for only 1 day, much less what he teaches, and says! After more than 6 months later, that is. And I always thought children below the age of 12 have a very short-term memory.

I do not know what I have done as a teacher. Left little children thinking bar graphs are for the stupid?! But I was very touched. Perhaps he will remember this relief teacher when he is in JC/Uni doing Stastistics, and wonder to himself, 'That Mr Foo! He said bar graphs were for stupid people, why am I still looking at them now! And why do they seem rather difficult!'

(This incident set forth lots of questions in me which I actually typed, but I will post them another day when I sort out my thoughts. )

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Happy Chinese New Year


Another sketch to usher in the Year of The Pig. May we all aspire to reach for the skies this year, hand-in-hand, together.

Friday, February 16, 2007

My First Sketch


And with this piece of art, we say Goodbye to last year, and hello the Year of the Pig. Please be a good year. =)

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

从今以后


少点期盼,少点遗憾
心碎不会那么绝望
失了希望, 丢了梦想
明天不再依然灿烂。

从前时
你会与我在沙滩上拉着手,
看着那蓝鱼在海上自由飞翔。
从何时
两人之间没有什么话再可以说
我只能猜着你那已经冰凉的双手。

从前时
你告诉我天上月亮那么美
我也不想时间就这样流失去。
从何时
我看着太阳你却凝望月亮
两人之间的差距仿佛已经太远。

不要悲伤,不要哀叹
世界总要继续循转
忘了隐藏,忘了装扮
但还希望你永戴欢笑。

曲:根田成一/ 竹雨
词:竹雨

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Hwa Chong Night London 2007

And it's been more than a month again back in Cardiff. The past weekend was spent in London (the first foray outside Cardiff since returning, a huge contrast to the weekly sojourns last semester) for Hwa Chong Night. It's always difficult to recreate atmospheres, espcially in a foreign place & many foreign people, even though we may all have shared a common experience in Hwa Chong. But then again, how could any individual experience have been the same as someone else's?

Indeed, anything associated with Hwa Chong, where the only councillors seen were Shining, Yang Wen, Kelvin, Ling Ching, Lin Hai; and the only classmates Bjorn, Justin, Zhaoqi, would evoke a sense of emptiness. Where were Haojie, Wenhui, Yuesern, Ping Khuan & Chin Siong? I could only imagine. And yet, there were many others still, Yun Ching, Calvin, Jeremy, Watson, Zhuanghui, Jie Ying, Andre, Tong Kai, Germaine, Shujun..., who provided glimpses of different aspects of my HC experience outside my class & my council.

Perhaps there is something unique about the way things are done in Hwa Chong, the banners in a particular pattern, the idea of city gates at the bridge, the songs & mass dances; that makes it at least possible to recreate such a setting. And that was marvellously done in London. Kudos to Andre, Jie Ying & their committee. Hwa Chong Night also showed me that Hwa Chong holds meaning to those outside Council & Huang Cheng as well.

Andre asked me to perform. I agreed. I attempted Candle in the Wind & Yao Yuan De Ta. Somehow, its easier to sing KTV. I felt everything was off, least because I already lost half my voice and was running a fever that night; mostly though, because I missed beats, forgot lyrics and basically invented the entire second half of Candle of The Wind on the spot. Despite all this, I was deemed entertaining still. I am never sure why my performances still manages to gain applause when I would have rather faced a cold reaction. I think its because I had enough in the audience who were friends, who for them, the joker singer on stage was not just someone else, but someone they knew. It's pretty much been the same all my life really. Its always comforting, but if noone in the audience knew me, how would it have turned out? I guess I would never know.

Videos of yesterday's Hwa Chong, the Hwa Chong of faces I knew & mass dances rounded up a memorable event, and in Bjorn's words, 'very very good'.

I had a dream that night. And when I woke up, I knew, what Hwa Chong meant to me, deepest.