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date/time Monday, January 30, 2006,8:14 PM
The CNY
Typed 3 days ago... -------------------- It's the 2nd day of Chinese New Year, otherwise known as 初二. I'm now taking a breather in my brother's room, seeking solace away from prying eyes and nosey parkers. :D For me, this year's CNY can be considered one of the most tiring - instead of sitting around at home waiting for others to visit, I played the role of visitor this time, going around with a bag of oranges and outstretched hands in anticipation of the Ang Paos (red packets). Yet, admidst all the fatigue, furore, and not to forget the additional tyre around my stomach thanks to all the Bak Gwa, Pineapple Tarts etc etc, I've woken up to the kind of conditions some of my relatives are living in. I wouldn't say these relatives are in absolute poverty - it's just that compared to an average Singaporean family, they're probably less well-off. I've got 2 such relatives. 1 is my oldest aunt - I think she's around 80 plus by now, and you think 80 plus = senile dementia/parkinson's - but no, this 80 year old lady is more alert than any of us, and speaks a few phrases of English ("Good girl!" "Good boy!" Quite degreratory but we know she doesn't mean it!) despite being uneducated. She moves around without any aid of sort - and whenever she sees the younger generation - she would reach out, as if on cue, and pull us along to show us some relic belonging to the older generation, or just basically anything that she felt was interesting. I used to feel really nervous around her, partly because I couldn't speak a word of Cantonese- no, a sentence would be less exaggerating - to her. I could only understand snippets of what she was trying to express. More scary was the fact that she probably hadn't seen me as much as she'd seen my older siblings - and so at times appeared rather cold. But this was not the case - I'd soon find - as I took time to flip through the photos and appreciate whatever she shared with me, she began chattering excitedly, explaining each photo away. I stepped out of her house, feeling slightly less scared of her. The other relative is my Dad's cousin. (Yeah, I did say I have a HUGE family.) For some reason or another, her daughters didn't want to live with her and rented a 1 room flat for her and her husband. (I'm not making any judgements on this - I am in no position to.) The moment I stepped into the flat, I was just appalled at the amount of change my Dad's cousin had gone through. She used to be a lively woman who was fluent in English. I couldn't see that spark in her anymore. Maybe it was because of age - but I just felt pity for her. Her apartment was rather bare - with a TV set, a sewing machine, and a keyboard to keep her and her husband company. To add on to this - she doesn't go out because it's inconvenient to. Whatever it is - it hit me square that my relatives are aging fast - so is my immediate family, and myself. Though I would say I'm growing up, not 'ageing'. Apart from all that, there was of course, the usual family drama. With a family as huge and as diverse as mine, you've got to be prepared for all these kinds of crap, and, hopefully, turn a blind eye to such nonsense. Let's just say something really nasty happened - power play was involved. As usual it was the same few making trouble. My mother was furious this time, as was my sister. Also, I did discuss what's CNY with Ivan. I used to think that CNY is really the same old thing every year - putting on a smile and paying others a visit. Only when you face those that you really cannot tolerate - the smile kinda becomes plastered on your face. But well, things have kinda changed this year. The latter part, though, remains true. I know, to forgive and to forget. I probably have forgiven, not forgotten. It's something I've yet to work on. I've got a few other things to blog about - but this is just thought diarrhoea 'cos there's too much I want to say. I'll blog about my squad bbq next time - and possibly CNY carnival at a later date. Labels: events
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date/time Friday, January 20, 2006,2:37 PM
Parody
For the benefit of those who haven't been to Ivan's blog... i.e. people who're not in my class right now, please do watch this Memoirs of a Geisha official trailer. If you've watched it before, rewatch it to refresh your memory... ...and then watch this parody trailer of Memoirs of a Geisha. Make sure you're not eating anything, I'm not gonna reimburse your dirtied monitor. :P
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date/time Monday, January 09, 2006,11:15 PM
Photoblogging
Just thought I would post some stray images in my camera (actually borrowed from my sis):  This is the view from one of my window panes... taken on a particularly rainy Saturday (2 days back, I believe). Some people find the cold in school really unbearable - I'm one of them, but despite having to bear the cold, I actually relish rainy days (esp when indoors!). They are god-sent, I tell you. Singapore ought to have more days like that. As my friend PN says, "On cold days you can bundle up and not die from the cold. On hot days, it ain't possible to strip." To that I'm going to add, "it ain't possible to strip and not die of embarrassment." Cold days are rare in Singapore - and when we do get them, I remember the summery weather in UK - cool, despite having the sun shining for a good part of each day.  This wasn't taken by me. This is one of the fireworks displayed in the Sky Symphony 2005. Just FYI, it was taken by my sister... and this is one of the rare firework photos which came out presentable. (Because the rest just exploded too fast.)
And finally, leaving the best for last - this is my older (3 and a half year old) dog named Lucky - for those who haven't seen him before. This is one of the rare pics where I get him to stare into the lens of the camera. How did I do it? Simple. Dogs really have this thing for dangling treats...
Lucky was adopted, btw, which explains the really boring name. He'd only respond to Lucky, so we decided to stick to that! :) The brownish thingy below his nose? It's not his fur - Lucky just doesn't like to wipe his mouth after eating. I do realize that 2 out of 3 of these photos are green based.
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date/time Saturday, January 07, 2006,2:19 PM
Transition
As cliche as this is going to sound, I'm going to say it anyway. Time flies. At the speed of a bullet train. A year ago during the December Holidays, I remember nervously anticipating my new year in a new school. 2005's holiday, I was rotting, and for the last 2 weeks, anxiously completing my homework.
2006 has begun. I made a smooth, swift transition from 2004-2005, although I was in a new environment all together. This year, I don't know, man. I probably left my mind behind in 2005. I haven't gotten out of the 2005 mindset; sometimes I find it hard to swallow that I'm in the final year of college. That this time next year, I'd be choosing between a bevy of universities to attend. Here I am muddling my way through homework, tests/exams, and sticky obstacles that any person would encounter. And before I know it - bam - I'm sitting in an examination hall for the A levels. All these seemed so far away when I was in secondary school/primary school. What lies ahead is pretty daunting - the fact that I'd have to leave my books behind and step into the working world pretty soon.
There's been many changes I've had to embrace since the start of this year - a screwed up timetable, more work despite the down-sized number of subjects [Announcement here: I have officially dropped Econs.] , and well - The shift from Civics Group to Subject Combination Group. That last change, I welcome completely. I was never friendly with most of my Civics Groupmates anyway - I just couldn't talk to them properly. A conversation lasting more than 1 min with them would've felt awkward and stifling. So this year, I was really happy about being with my SCG mates most of the time. These are people whom I can talk to without punctuating out-of-place "Ummm"s and "Ahhh"s and "Errrr"s midway through conversations; People who are dimensional, and who are not afraid to express their honest opinions. So that's a good change.
The screwed-up timetable I have though, means that I'd reach my favourite place on Earth later. For those who aren't in the know, my favourite place on Earth = home. My lessons end at times like 4.15, and the latest, 6.15. With the additional CCA times, it means 2 out of 5 days, I reach home just in time for dinner (that's 7 p.m. Are you baulking at the details of my private life yet?). Admittedly, I was frustrated when I first received the timetable. Surprisingly though, I've begun to calm down and face this with a more measured attitude. I conclude that the long-lost optimist in me has finally surfaced after XX years. My train of thought was something like that on 3rd Jan:
"Bloody @&$%!#&@$^@! @($^@#, so late *#^$@#("
It got more positive and less vulgar on the 6th:
"3%*(#&$... Aiyah. I'm going to embrace this and make something good out of it."
Old friends, rejoice. I'm no longer grumpy ol' Yokey. New friends, you probably haven't heard of who's that yet, so just ignore that. On another note - am I the only one who thinks these "Super _____" programmes on local TV are in overdrive? Oh, of course I know they are exceptionally huge cash cows... but oh, whatever. I'm going to leave you guys with a view of Tower Bridge, London, UK :)
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21 year old student still trying to find her way around the world; like any other :)
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