A Year 3 Months & Counting

Wooohooo~~~ heeee.... hello hello flippy!

Glad you like the epic tale that featured many unwilling and unknowing parties lol.

Had been meaning to tell you... this period of leave you had... I had a wonderful time hanging out with you darling. But I know work has to go on, and the best thing I can do for you is to be supportive! I sure hope going to and from work with you helps a little to make you feel more upbeat =) I absolutely have to declare... christmas dinner was good! =) I like the turkey and ham and even the punch. And the whole atmosphere. Compared to last year, I think I enjoyed myself even more because it was not so tense and scary for me anymore, having met errr I think your entire extended family lol... well at least those you know and love. So this year, I find it more cheerful, easy and happy to run around, make bad jokes, hug bubbles when I'm slightly squeamish, help your parents out in the kitchen and yes... even sing carols lol... Plus, I had so many presents! Gosh... heee... but that means I have to get them presents next year too haha... Hmmm.....

So fast.... Christmas has gone by... and birthday comes knocking... ha ha... I shall be... 26 this year.... I think. You! Don't get me anything expensive ar! And dun tire your little flippy self to do or arrange anything okie... =) It makes me feel a whole lot better and comfy to spend a few hours on the day with you, since you are working I know =)

Some things are never too cheesy to say and never said too much (at least I hope), for some things and some words, I would like to hold on and honour and remember for as long as I can.

I love you. With all my heart. And fatty arteries. Muack!

One Epic Tale to End the Year

All glorious legends of the fight for freedom and survival live to tell, and this is one such story.

This tale is of the charismatic former soviet leader the Great Flips, one of strong character and intuitive foresight. And what is the story about? Well, if you have not been paying attention, or have some reading deficiency, the author will say it again: the fight for freedom and survival.

“Do we really have to go in?”

After a long dreaded pause, the Great Flips replied,” yes, my minions. Much as I don’t like it, we will have to push through the masses and retrieve what is precious to us, and ensure victory in our war to survive.”

In the secretive Ops Room of Flips, her aides were silent, each with their respective deep pensive preoccupations. “What were we talking about again?” Everyone ignored Pooh’s question of ignorance and forgetfulness. It was typical of him and everyone had become accustomed to his usual unwitting sabotage of discussions with questions like these which attempt to helpfully sum up the discussion topics but was never really quite useful nor productive. All but the polar bears ignored poor Pooh. They, well, rolled their eyes in embarrassment and pain. Some more astute readers might ask then, why is a bumbling Pooh a crucial aide in discussions of wars and great emergencies? The truth is, wars are unpredictable and there must be different people who play different roles in order to win. Readers might also be familiar with the same theory expounded by Tolkien who had his most important task of melting a certain ring carried out by a midget.

“We will move in early to avoid some of the masses, maybe in the morning,” pondered Flips, scratching an invisible beard with a small cute blue flipper.

“Morning, as in early morning is it?”

There was silence again as everyone ignored Pooh’s rhetoric question. It was then decided that in order to ensure smoothness in their tactical maneuver, they shall have to adopt Hitler’s famous ‘pincer movement’. Evidently, Hitler had been a great fan of chilli crabs. It was decided the camouflaged swat team had to provide cover for everyone to make their way out of Flip’s hideout in the zoo where they were currently having the meeting. Ammunition had to be signed out from the secret warehouse stash of Flips, war fatigue equipment had to be issued. Everyone proceeded to get busy, moving around to do their respective jobs getting ready to storm out of the zoo and proceed to their destination to fight a large-scale elusive enemy. At the ammunition warehouse behind the Ops Room, Pooh for once asked a useful question, ”will we need something more potent than conventional weapons?” Immediately, Flips slapped pooh on the back with a flipper stained with bits of msg from complementary rice crackers during the meeting, and said, “yes, Pooh, yes. You’re right, we need something more. This cannot be avoided. Send in the chemical warfare specialist.” She was the best they had in that field, she was elusive and stealthy, being able to step in and out of places without so much as a sound, capable of moving around enemy troops, and dealing with them with the large array of chemical weapons at her disposal. She was fittingly codenamed: Drugz.

“Where’s Drugz?” screamed Flips. At that, General Sir Pale-Wing had come in with the report that Drugz had missed the meeting just now because she was still sleeping and nobody dared to wake her for fear of her mysterious fury. Fortunately, she was now awake but taking one of her usual hour-shower. “Dratty drats, we’ll have to move without her then. Well, she wouldn’t need the camouflaged swat team anyway. She’ll be able to weave in and out stealthily, and make her way to our destination quietly. Everyone, draw your ammunition and equipment now! Move, Move Move!”

At the Logistics Room, it was a mass of confusion, especially since Pooh was partly in charge of it. Everyone lined up to get their helmets from trusty Helmet Lai, while her partner Billy Bomber Bau was barking at them to stand in line. The Great Flips shouted across the room, “Lai! I need a hole at the top of my helmet for my tuft of blue hair to stick out, and by the way, do the helmets come in pink? Oh, never mind, I need to colour-code. Give Pooh a size 14 helmet! His head is too big!”

After a long period of contemplation, Helmet Lai muttered in reply, “the largest size is 12! No 14!” Great Flips shot her a dirty look, and hastily, Lai proceeded to make a custom helmet. With her specialties of precise mental calculation and damage control, she took two Size 7 helmets and patched them together for Pooh. Meanwhile, the queue for the helmets took slightly longer as Billy took charge of issuing and they could not quite make out what he was saying.

Soon, everyone was gathered in full force at the assembly area, waiting for their great illustrious leader to address them. Drugz, as usual, was still nowhere to be seen but was reported to have gone ahead first.

With stern, piercing eyes, Flips proudly inspected her army. Everyone was ready and dressed up. Fondly, she wanted to take a good look at everybody before she addressed them. As she walked past the ranks, she giggled at Sir Pale-Wing’s ankle socks, eyed Helmet Lai’s makeup, adjusted Billy’s sailormoon outfit and lastly, scratched Pooh’s perpetually out-of-place tummy. Clearing her throat, she began, “my comrades, the time for great changes is upon us. And with our small paws, flipper and what have you, we will exact this mighty revolution! Many years from now, rolling around sleepily in your beds, you shall remember this great momentous day when you play a part in realizing our goals and beliefs! What we want is a swift, quiet, casualty-free victory, so this is what we shall do. The two fat polar bears, yes you two sitting stumpily there on the marble floor, will pretend to be two massive ice blocks to provide us cover to make it past the icy enclosure outside so we can get out of the zoo. As the swat team, you are responsible to swat at any resistance, and guard the enclosure after we’re gone to ensure our retreat route. Swat violently at any foolish mynahs that dare come near also!” Billy echoed in unison. There was an awkward pause and the shuffling of feet to wait for the moment to pass amongst the ranks as everyone knew about Flips and Billy’s mysterious deep-rooted hatred for mynahs.

Soon, everyone was ready and started moving out. While the two polar bears slumped down, still as rocks, on the icy floor, the rest hid behind them. Slowly and skillfully, the two bears shifted their bottoms from side to side, edging nearer and nearer to the gates. Everyone crept along silently, safe behind the gigantic camouflage. All that is, except poor Pooh. His feet shuffled loudly everytime they moved, and everyone stared at him. And when they moved, it always took poor Pooh a second more to understand what was going on, and tried to catch up with the rest. Everyone looked at Flips, but she did not say anything as she had covered her eyes with her flippers; watching Pooh at such moments can be unbearable for many’s stomachs and voice boxes. Finally, just as they were reaching the gates, everyone held their breath anxiously while Flips fumbled for a copy she had made of the key, when all of a sudden, Pooh called out in jubilation, “let’s go!” There were hushed threats of certain death coming from all around Pooh. And as he tried to say something else, they persuaded him to keep quiet.

After a considerable amount of effort digging into her handbag of makeup, handphone and pink poodles, she triumphantly held up the key. As everyone heaved a sigh of relief and looked up towards the gates, they saw it open and beyond it, stood Pooh, tapping his happy yellow feet in a pair of paper hotel slippers from his previous Genting trip.

“I tried to tell you guys the door was open, you told me to keep it open yesterday after I squeezed through it what.”

Pretending none of the above happened, Flips closed and locked the gate, whistled for Pooh, and after he squeezed back in through the bars, proceeded to unlock it again. Everyone gave a silent cheer as Flips threw open the gates, and stormed out. All except the polar bears and Billy who had to guard the enclosure.

Soon after, they arrived at their destination. With bated breath, they stared at the enormous enemy, and what waited within. “It sure is large,” chirped Pooh helpfully. “It’s even named appropriately. Look, Giant Hypermarket!”

Nodding dismissively, Flips reminded her army again, “everyone knows what they are to get, right? Sir Pale-Wing, you job is just to secure the chickens. Let me remind you again not to grab a huge chicken, like last time and it wouldn’t cook!” Muttering under his breath, Sir Pale-Wing charged in first, with Lai following stumpily behind, her fringe swaying madly in the aircon wind to a bad tune of their own.

In the distance, they spotted their comrade, Drugz, floating around the huge shelves, weaving skillfully past careless shop assistants unchecked. Flips and Pooh caught up with her just as she looked back at them, nodding and signaling them to stop. They waited anxiously, as Drugz stepped slowly towards the wall. This was a dangerous task and fortunately, one which Drugz was also good at, other than falling and getting out of weird spots quietly. She stood for long moments facing the wall, examining carefully for signs of booby traps on the possibly fake aircon remote. Deeming it safe and being just a normal remote control, she gave them the signal to proceed, which was a loud hacking cough.

That glorious day, all went well for the great army of Flips. Under her brilliant guidance, everyone was able to secure their objectives. The two pink poodles grabbed quality Malaysian cucumbers to make preserved cucumbers, while Drugz hauled off successfully, popcorn and boxes of tissue. Pooh had managed to secure packets of the precious rice crackers and Flips found the precious, much sought after, hairgel. In minutes, everyone victoriously gathered at the cashier, and Flips silently rolled her eyes once again at the gigantic chicken Sir Pale-Wing had still got, despite friendly reminders. Now, for the final task: a most difficult one for most of them there who were largely mathematically illiterate. Lai eyed the cashier registering their booty carefully, mentally calculated the sums and paid with her card. Only after Lai looked through the receipt and nodded at Flips approvingly, did everyone heaved a sigh of victory.

This year, they would finally be able to have a packed and happy Christmas, decked with simply too much food. Oh, there is never too much food, according to one whom we are all fond of. Yes, Pooh was happy that day, giggling in his sleep, dreaming of chickens roasting in the oven, and marshmallows swirling all around.

Makeover Moveover

Yes, its time! =) I'm astonished why I did not get this going sooner. The blog shall go through some reconstruction. I want happy pictures, happy sounds, happy posts.

It is Christmas, you know. Soon.

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Sociology Research Paper Proposal

In Singapore, many people travel by public transport. In my paper, I propose to examine the dynamics of crowds on public transport.

Singapore is a relatively small place, yet the variety of research participant (non-voluntary and certainly unpaid) is astoundingly large. To cramp all these different groups of people on the BMW T series is a highly exciting and refreshing sociology research, which frankly surprises me why no Singaporean sociologist has thought of writing an in-depth research paper to vie for some prestigious award like the Nobel Prize, or in smaller magnitude, publication on the Straits times forum. As mentioned above, the BMW T series is a simple formula used by some careless twit who forgot to put down his name thus allowing me to freely plagarize him. It stands for Bus, MRT, Walk & Taxi.

In other words, the well-connected public transport system painstakingly set in place by our illustrious, hardworking and dedicated government. I am fully in support and full of praise for them, of the modernity and motivation they have geared us towards. This is, of course, needless to say my own humble honest opinion and in no way, trying to find a way to mysteriously up my incoming year end bonus.

The groups that make up the masses on our public transport is certainly difficult to categorize according to conventional groupings such as race, gender or age. However, for the purpose of such an intelligent and laborious piece of research, I shall try to describe certain characteristics of these groups so that we may understand better their rationale, and hopefully, predict their likely next course of action so that rife staring incidents and fights that are seldom too afriad to take place be at least be mentally pictured.

One example that comes to mind immediately are school kids. These days, with the advanced technology from handphones, and poor hearing in our youths, they have taken to playing their music very loudly via their handphones. This mannerism is baffling as we are not a communist state and there is certainly no need to share your music with everyone. In addition, these groups of youths, in my opinion, cannot even be labelled deviant for the simple reason that their choice of music is utterly disappointing and downright childish.

The next group stretches age limits and defies categorizing, thus I have been forced to call them the working class. These people come in all shapes and forms, all ages and different gender. Or at least, they subscribe to different personal gender assumptions. And most certainly, they come in all sorts of smells. Their attire need not necessarily correspond to their attitude. Some examples include the well-dressed working man, decked in expensive shirts, tie, pants and shoes, who for some strange reason, believe their bags need to lie on the floor, often between their legs. While there is no proof that it hints of any sexual preference, their posture certainly says what they think of their own state of health because many of these firmly believe their backs require a rest after a hard day's work and leans exclusively on the poles which most normal people perceive to be an elusive, often under-utilized handheld support for themselves. There is also the female version who is all dressed prim and office, with expensive bags and shoes but open their suspiciously smelly mouths and motor off loudly like aunties in a wet market about the office and how they have been treated so unfairly at work, or how poor the dress sense of some of their dear fellow colleagues is, and question excessively in exasperation how they cannot comprehend why people would want to badmouth them behind their backs.

On the other extreme, there are the less-privileged groups, such as the classic pregnant woman. In singaporean context and culture, it is conventional to quickly close your eyes or open up the newspapers to put the pregnant woman out of view. Often, these pregnant women deserve to be commended because they can usually defy inertia efficiently and stand properly on the public transport. Fortunately, she usually has her hands free also, and this helps her to have free hands to rub her tummy or clutch at somebody's hair should she lose balance. Once again, this can only happen with credit given to the previous example of the working man and his tired companion the bag who occupies precious standing space and handheld support.

The next group is the germs, which is not short for the germans but the average sick singaporean who coughs and sneezes at an admirable fast pace. Once again, their political inclination is difficult to tell as they seem to be of the opinion that while they cannot share their seats and standing space, they will however share with you their germs and bad breath by spraying it ala aerosal cans into the atmosphere.

Statistics have shown that Singapore is more or less a conservative nation where promiscuous sex is not as high as some other countries. However, I contend that these numbers are not accurate as these surveys are usually done on club crowds and hotblooded teenagers. The highest number of people who sleep around is on the public transport. However, in objectivity, the author would like to point out that these people who sleep around usually do it alone. They are average Singaporeans who are simply overworked and once seated can convincingly drift off to sleep, or in most cases, slip into total unconsciousness, which translates into nodding their greasy heads into fellow passengers, and once again, mysteriously communistic as they tend to want to share their salivation with those around.

In conclusion, I hope to be granted maximum research funds to allow for a more thorough examination into these groups and the dynamics of juxtaposing them all on the public transport. As requested by the author, research funds need not come in monetary forms such as MRT and bus concession cards, but also in the forms of food and tidbits as these can help sustain the life of the author while he endures on his painstaking and hopefully, soon to end endeavour of travelling on public transport. In retrospect, it is no wonder why the MRT speaker system never fails to thank you for travelling with them, after having to put with all these distractions.

Uncovering the recovered discovery of the covered letter from Flips to Santa

Dear Mr Claus,

Firstly, I would like to congratulate your strong presence and iconic status prevalent for christmas all these years. I think it is greatly admirable of you to step out of the comforts of a warm home into the cold and deliver presents to the children. Take it from me, I know what it must feel like to be in the brrr-ing cold.

However, a matter rather ironic has come to my attention, which I thought you should be alerted to: the fact that even though you and the mighty elves (not the LOTR types I hope) churn out toys and presents to kids, manufacturers are churning out toys in your image and selling them off as presents. From a moral point of view, I personally feel that that it is infuriating and does not do you justice, even if they do somehow pay you some sort of royalty. I greatly feel for you that you seem to have been taken advantage of. Again, you can take it from me that I personally empathize ever since the showing of "Happy Feet". I mean, the penguins inside do not even look half as good as me. Perhaps, in my recent busy endeavour, I had not been noticed as much and producers have sadly missed out on a great model for their depiction of majestic penguins.

That also brings us back to the main issue that I am writing to you on. I know that the elves and you must be busy preparing right now as we speak, so this proposal might seem difficult to implement. I sincerely present to you: Pooh, my faithful sidekick. My recent marketing proposals and attempts to work with some manufacturers have humbly gathered some income for my war effort, I mean my ideals in life. However, I feel that my sidekick is too cute and bubbly to not show the entire world. Therefore, my proposal is that, instead of making outdated tin soldiers and dolls, you guys can perhaps start making toys and usable items with Pooh's image. Already, as we speak, there are many pirated weird productions from a country which deems itself to be the centre of the world (in more aspects than one). There are mugs, cushions and even pens etc. With our combined efforts, we could help make the world a brighter and more cheerful place by letting our dear children have something stamped with Pooh's image.

To this point, I totally understand if you think I am just another businessman making you a business proposal for profits. No, it is not my intention to make a profit. I only feel that children might feel happier to have something with Pooh on it, as he sometimes tries to cheer me up when I'm down and he is, statistically, qualitatively proven, to be rather dpendable for being there, even though he's not always useful.

Do consider my suggestion, and google online for a reference on how Pooh looks like. Help make this christmas a chirpy poohie one! Remember, you do not have to pay me royalties for using Pooh's image at all. However, you could drop me a little thank you gift this christmas at my zoo enclosure, but I do not have a chimney. I would appreciate a non-pooh item however as I already have my own. If you do a google on my past wishlist, you would also see that the color scheme miight be rather clashing to print Pooh on warheads and missiles. Besides, you would have to ring me in advance before dropping my gift down the chimney, as they do not quite land with a soft thud and cleaning up might prove a tad tedious, and that would sadly deprive me of the christmas surprise element.


p.s.: do not tell Pooh about it, as he thinks I'm trying to make a quick buck out of him which I actually am not but am too embarrassed to tell him.


p.s. 2: to end on a lighthearted note, what kind of bread do elves make? Shortbread. This is meant as light humour and in no way intended to be cruel to certain familiar favourite shorties...

From:

Flips the Great
Magnificent, Resplendent, Cool Blue, and bulk purchaser of hair gel
(Office temporarily moved from the Kremlin to the zoo)

To: Dear Santa

Hello there, though many people have said you do not quite possibly exist, I would like to think you do. Your red and white and hohoho have been a cultural icon for so many of us. Besides that, I would also like to believe you exist for the little, just very little hope you would get the following Christmas wishlist. They do not come ranked in any particular order of importance or urgency. By the way, I think your ride is cool.

10 Things For Christmas

1. A Bigger Bedroom (twice or thrice the current size would be good)
2. Permanent stop to downgrading my block with redudant lift shafts
3. Obsence amount of pay increase
4. Win a car from some lucky draw (need not be as cool as yours or for that matter, as fast)
5. A tie
6. Lots of happy times for Flips & Pooh (food, laughters, ammo, bad jokes etc)
7. A cleverer, more caring sidekick professionalism
8. A few CDs
9. Plenty of happy years and memories for Flips
10. World Peace.... no wait, maybe free lifetime supply of KFC and McDonald's

That's all... hope you have a jolly good time and be wary of SAMs (surface-to-air missiles) nowadays. National security is a pretty touchy issue these days.

Regards

Pooh the tagged
Top cool Sidekick to Flips the Great

Christmas again!!!

This is exciting!!!! Christmas again!!! Can't imagine a year has gone by... well not quite yet but still... Heee~~~ Even the post is in line with the color theme of this year's Orchard Road lights!!! Well.... close to it at least....

Last year, I remember things had been rocky and not entirely smooth but glad that everything was fine. In comparison, we really should give God thanks for this year. It has been quite a good year, hasn't it? =) Glad you got a job you like what you are doing, though the people there are not fantastic. Myself? Yeah, I like my job. Moulding young minds is not easy and sometimes I fear idealistic. More like mind mauling. On the kids of course. Haha~ Thank God I sort of fit in this job. Yeah, I like what I am about to do.

Bobby and CanCan have been rather fine too yeah? Happy and relatively healthy! I'm glad I actually got to spend more time with Bobby during the Butts' holiday. Yes, it had been frustrating on several occasions to cope with that white ball of mischief but it's worth it. He's funny. And Cancan... hmmm... during the absence of the family in the day, she has taught herself some things. I'm quite proud of her actually.... I mean, she used to be really afraid of getting on sofas and beds, though it looks more comfortable than her cold marble floor.















On the brother's bed!!!! Thankfully not mine...















Caught in the act for the first time... on the sofa...

Ahhh..... and then there's good o Bobby wearing a new urmm.... piece....

















It's once again been a long time since I posted anything eh... Sigh, the past weeks had been a bit tiring with the essays due. And right now, I can't think of anything more than Christmas!!!!

-waves meriily and throws caramel popcorn all around-

So yes, please... anyone, everyone.... soak up the festive spirit, and rejoice and be merry for the year is wrapping up!

The Tale of A Dog Who Hates the Rain

Warning： Ｔｈｅ　ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｉｓ　７３．２９％　ａｄａｐｔｅｄ　ｆｒｏｍ　ａ　ｒｅａｌ　ｌｉｆｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｄｏｇ．　 Ｎａｍｅｓ　ｈａｖｅ　ｂｅｅｎ　ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｉｄｅｎｔｉｔｙ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｉｎｄｉｖｉｄｕａｌｓ　 ｉｎｖｏｌｖｅｄ．　Ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｉｓ　ｐｕｒｅｌｙ　ｆｏｒ　ｅｎｔｅｒｔａｉｎｍｅｎｔ　ａｎｄ　ｕｎｉｎｔｅｎｄｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｈｕｒｔ，　 ｍａｌｉｇｎ　ｏｒ　ｒｉｄｉｃｕｌｅ　ａｎｙｏｎｅ，ｏｒ　ａｎｙ　ｄｏｇｓ．　


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Ｂｕｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｈａｐｐｙ　ｔｉｍｅｓ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｎｏｔ　ｔｏ　ｌａｓｔ．

Ｏｎｅ　 ｎｉｇｈｔ，　ｉｔ　ｂｅｇａｎ　ｔｏ　ｒａｉｎ　ｈｅａｖｉｌｙ．　Ｔｈｅｒｅ　ｗａｓ　ａ　ｒａｇｉｎｇ　ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒｓｔｏｒｍ　 ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ．　Ｂｕｔ　ｈａｐｐｙ　Ｂｕｎ　ｗａｓ　ｎｏｔ　ａｆｒａｉｄ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｈｉｓ　ｍｏｔｈｅｒ　ａｎｄ　ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ　 ｓｌｅｅｐｉｎｇ　ｐｅａｃｅｆｕｌｌｙ　ｂｅｓｉｄｅ　ｈｉｍ　ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｌａｒｇｅ　ｃｏｓｙ　ｂａｒｎ．Ｓｕｄｄｅｎｌｙ，　ｔｈｅ　ｂａｒｎ 　ｄｏｏｒｓ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｆｏｒｃｅｆｕｌｌｙ　ｔｈｒｏｗｎ　ｏｐｅｎ，　ａｎｄ　ａ　ｍａｎ　Ｂｕｎ　ｈａｄ　ｏｎｌｙ　ｓｅｅｎ　ａ　ｆｅｗ　 ｔｉｍｅｓ　ｓｔｅｐｐｅｄ　ｉｎ　ｆｒｏｍ　ｔｈｅ　ｒａｉｎ．　

Ｓｗｉｆｔｌｙ， 　ｈｅ　ｈｅａｄｅｄ　ｔｏｗａｒｄｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｔｈｒｅｅ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅｍ　ｈｕｄｄｌｅｄ　ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ．　Ｂｕｎ　ｌｏｏｋｅｄ　ａｔ　ｈｉｓ 　ｍｏｔｈｅｒ，　ｐｕｚｚｌｅｄ．　Ｙｅｔ，　ｈｅ　ｓａｗ　ｏｎ　ｈｉｓ　ｍｏｔｈｅｒ＇ｓ　ｆａｃｅ　ｗａｓ　ａ　ｌｏｏｋ　ｏｆ　ｐａｉｎｆｕｌ 　ｒｅａｌｉｓａｔｉｏｎ，　ｏｒ　ａ　ｆａｍｉｌｉａｒ　ｒｏｕｔｉｎｅ　ｆｅａｒ．Ｗｈａｔ　ｗａｓ　ｇｏｉｎｇ　ｏｎ？

With powerful hands，the ｍａｎ　ｓｃｏｏｐｅｄ　ｕｐ　Ｂｕｎ　ａｎｄ　ｈｉｓ　ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ．　Ｔｈｅｉｒ　ｍｏｔｈｅｒ　ｇａｖｅ　ａ　ｓｈｒｉｌｌ　ｙｅｌｐ，ａｎｄ　 ｔｒｉｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｆｏｌｌｏｗ　ｔｈｅ　ｍａｎ　ｂｕｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｍａｎ　ｈａｄ　ｑｕｉｃｋｌｙ　ｇｏｎｅ　ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ　ｔｈｅ　ｄｏｏｒ，　 ａｎｄ　ｃｌｏｓｅｄ　ｉｔ，　ｓｅｐａｒａｔｉｎｇ　ｔｈｅｍ　ｆｒｏｍ　ｔｈｅｉｒ　ｍｏｔｈｅｒ．　Ｔｈａｔ　ｗａｓ　ｔｏ　ｂｅ　ｔｈｅ　 ｌａｓｔ　ｌｉｔｔｌｅ　Ｂｕｎ　ａｎｄ　ｈｉｓ　ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ　ｗｏｕｌｄ　ｓｅｅ　ｔｈｅｉｒ　ｍｏｔｈｅｒ．

Ｂｕｎ　 ｂａｒｋｅｄ　ｆｕｒｉｏｕｓｌｙ，　ｔｒｙｉｎｇ　ｔｏ　ｇｅｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｍａｎ　ｔｏ　ｂｒｉｎｇ　ｔｈｅｍ　ｂａｃｋ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｅｉｒ　 ｍｏｔｈｅｒ．　Ｂｕｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｍａｎ　ｄｉｄ　ｎｏｔ　ｃａｒｅ．　Ｉｔ　ｍｕｓｔ　ｂｅ　ｔｈａｔ　ａｗｆｕｌ　ｌｏｕｄ　ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ　ａｎｄ 　ｈｅ　ｃａｎ＇ｔ　ｈｅａｒ　ｍｅ，　ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ　ｐｏｏｒ　Ｂｕｎ．Ｔｈｅ　ｒａｉｎ　ｗａｓ　ｄｒｉｐｐｉｎｇ　ａｌｌ　ｏｖｅｒ　Ｂｕｎ　 ａｎｄ　ｈｉｓ　ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ，　ａｎｄ　ｉｔ　ｂｅｃａｍｅ　ｉｎｃｒｅａｓｉｎｇｌｙ　ｃｏｌｄｅｒ．Ｂｙ　ｎｏｗ，　Ｂｕｎ　ｗａｓ　ｖｅｒｙ　 ａｆｒａｉｄ．　Ｗｈｙ　ｄｉｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒｓｔｏｒｍ　ｈａｖｅ　ｔｏ　ｓｅｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｍａｎ　ｈｅｒｅ　ｔｏ　ｔａｋｅ　ａｗａｙ　 ｔｈｅm away from their mother？

Ｔｈｅ　 ｂａｒｎ　ｑｕｉｃｋｌｙ　ｂｅｃａｍｅ　ａ　ｄｉｓｔａｎｔ　ｓｉｇｈｔ，　ａｎｄ　Ｂｕｎ　ｌｏｏｋｅｄ　ａｒｏｕｎｄ　ｆｒａｎｔｉｃａｌｌｙ　 ｆｏｒ　ｈｅｌｐ．Ｔｈｅ　ｍａｎ　ｈａｄ　ｃａｒｒｉｅｄ　ｔｈｅｍ　ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ　ｔｈｅ　ｄｏｏｒ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｈｏｕｓｅ　ｗｈｅｒｅ　ｉｔ　 ｗａｓ　ｗａｒｍ　ａｎｄ　ｑｕｉｅｔ．Ｂｕｎ　ｌｏｏｋｅｄ　ａｒｏｕｎｄ　ａｇａｉｎ．Ｗｈａｔ　ｗａｓ　ｔｈａｔ　ｈｅ　ｓａｗ？　Ｎｏ，　Ｂｕｎ 　ｔｏｌｄ　ｈｉｍｓｅｌｆ，　ｉｔ　ｗａｓ　ｎｏｔ　ｔｉｍｅ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｉｎｋ　ａｂｏｕｔ　ｈａｖｉｎｇ　ａｂｉｔ　ｏｆ　ｃｈｅｅｓｅ　ｈｅ　 ｓａｗ　ｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｔａｂｌｅ．　Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ　ｏｕｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｗｉｎｄｏｗ，　ｈｅ　ｓａｗ　ｓｏｍｅ　ｍｙｎａｈｓ　ｐｅｒｃｈｅｄ　 ｔｈｅｒｅ．　Ｗｉｔｈ　ｔｈｅｉｒ　ｕｇｌｙ　ｓｃｒｅｅｃｈｉｎｇ，　ｔｈｅｙ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｃｒｕｅｌ　ａｎｄ　ｕｎｗｉｌｌｉｎｇ　ｔｏ　ｈｅｌｐ 　Ｂｕｎ．　Ｂａｄ　ｍｙｎａｈｓ！

Ｔｈａｔ 　ｎｉｇｈｔ，　Ｂｕｎ　ｆｅｌｌ　ａｓｌｅｅｐ　ｑｕｉｃｋｌｙ　ｉｎ　ａ　ｃｏｒｎｅｒ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｈｏｕｓｅ．　Ａｆｔｅｒ　ｔｈａｔ，　 ｏｎｅ　ａｆｔｅｒｎｏｏｎ，　ａ　ｆａｍｉｌｙ　ｏｆ　ｈｕｍａｎｓ，　ｗｉｔｈ　ａ　ｐａｒｔｉｃｕｌａｒｌｙ　ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ　ａｎｄ　 ｃａｒｉｎｇ　ｇｉｒｌ，　ｃａｍｅ　ｔｏ　ｓｅｅ　Ｂｕｎ．　Ｔｈｅｙ　ｔｏｏｋ　ｈｉｍ　ｈｏｍｅ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｔｈｅｍ．　Ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ，　Ｂｕｎ 　ｆｅｌｔ　ｍｏｒｅ　ａｔ　ｐｅａｃｅ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｈｉｍｓｅｌｆ　ａｓ　ｈｅ　ｓｅｔｔｌｅｄ　ｃｏｍｆｏｒｔａｂｌｙ　ｉｎ　ｔｈａｔ　 ｌｏｖｉｎｇ　ｈｏｕｓｅｈｏｌｄ，ｋｅｅｐｉｎｇ　ａｎｔｓ　ａｓ　ｈｉｓ　ｐｅｔｓ　ａｎｄ　ｏｃｃａｓｉｏｎａｌｌｙ　ｔｒｙ　ｔｏ　ｓｅｅｋ　 ｒｅｖｅｎｇｅ　ｕｐｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｂａｄ　ｍｙｎａｈｓ．　Ｂｕｔ　ｈｅ　ｎｅｖｅｒ　ｆｏｒｇｏｔ　ｈｉｓ　ｍｏｔｈｅｒ＇ｓ　ｔｅａｃｈｉｎｇ　 ｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｐｒｏｐｅｒ　ｗａｙ　ｔｏ　ｐｅｅ　ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ａｐｐｒｏｐｒｉａｔｅ　ｍａｎｎｅｒｉｓｍｓ　ｏｆ　ａｎｙ　ｄｏｇ　ｗｉｔｈ　 ａ　ｄｅｃｅｎｔ　ｕｐｂｒｉｎｇｉｎｇ　ｏｎ　ｈｏｗ　ｔｏ　ｅａｒｎ　ｐａｔ　ｐｏｉｎｔｓ．　Ｈｅ　ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒｅｄ　ａｌｓｏ　ｈｏｗ　 ｅｖｉｌ　ｔｈｅ　ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒｓｔｏｒｍ　ｃａｎ　ｂｅ　ａｎｄ　ｗｈｅｎｅｖｅｒ　ｔｈｅｒｅ　ｗａｓ　ｏｎｅ，　ｗｉｔｈ　ｈｉｓ　 ｃｏｍｐａｃｔ　ｙｅｔ　ｌｏｕｄ　ｌｕｎｇｓ，　ｈｅ　ｗｏｕｌｄ　ｂｒａｖｅｌｙ　ｔｒｙ　ｔｏ　ｓｃａｒｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｎａｓｔｙ　 ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒｓｔｏｒｍ　ａｗａｙ，ｓｏ　ｔｈａｔ　ｈｅ　ｃｏｕｌｄ　ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｈｏｕｓｅｈｏｌｄ　ｈｅ　ｈａｓ　ｃｏｍｅ　ｔｏ 　ｃａｌｌ　ｈｏｍｅ．

Ｔｈｅ　Ｅｎｄ．

Shakespeare, I Will

You! You who gave me a hard time in JC1 with "As You Like It"... No, I did not quite like it... it was horrible.. and difficult...

now, a new twist of events... I read about you in bed, I read about you on the train, I read about you whenever I'm free... all to conjure a simple teaching game about and on you...

Will... I need an inspiration...

Unfazed by Mere Haze

... right.... I noticed it's been a bloody long while since I last posted anything. Had been pretty busy hehehe~~~ Hope you enjoyed the birthday and anniversary arrangements! I had alot of fun making the video too~~~ =)

The haze ah the haze.... it's been lingering over Singapore for a very long time now, come to think of it... Damn it man, can't anybody do something about it? Aren't the health of citizens important? Bloody inconsiderate neighbours. Can somebody buy the rain-making thing I read China using a while back? It contains some kinda sliver dunno what chemical that induces clouds to rain. That would be nice for our skies right now. People are sniffling, coughing, dizzy and choking... Man, everyone feels so oppressed, tired and unwell...

Thankfully, as of this morning, the haze has cleared up tremendously. Over a night! It's pretty unbelieveable... Just last night, before I went to sleep, my flat, my room everything seems to be enveloped in smoke... Then this morning, the smell, the particles are all largely gone! Cool~~ and it didn't even rain!

I hope we all recover speedily from the haze daze, and be merry and break out into songs and dances~~~~ Laa laa laa~~~ See you soon! Happy Flips~~~~

Busy Birthday Bundle

Wa hahahahha~~~ I wonder now... will you read this before your birthday? Hmm... maybe... maybe not...... I don't care lol...... I shall not disclose any valuable information here. Never! Well, at least not yet......

Operation BBB (or B-cube)

All I can reveal is.... we are going low-budget.... and multi-present style. A week long of celebration and build-up would be nice, wouldn't it? Heee.... my immediate task today is to go buy stamps and writing stuff. IPW has been officially declared from Ops Room (ie pooh's bedroom) as of 2300hrs on 18th September 2006. It may seem like there's still alot of time to the actual day but no.... oh no, do not be mistaken.... There is only about a week and a day to the Day. Oh, and the Day after. Lol~~~ So frenzy planning and stylo execution is required.

Let's see.... mini presents abound... which I may go source for, tomorrow when I'm most free. Sigh.. pity there is quite a bit of school stuff to cover this week. If not, it would have been so much easier and better. Oh well, but I'm sure you'll like them. Signing off now.... The pooh has to get busy... with school stuff... in the school comp lab now... =P

A pear of pairs

A fine day sunny

fat Farmer Sammy

finally went looney

With not much language flair

(and even lesser hair)

For his heart and soul to bear

He fetched at first a pear

and then made instead a pair

"Would you care to share?

And show a little care.

Are you a pear of pairs

Or a pair of pears?

If I pare the pair of pears

Is it pair or pear I bare?"

For days he waited with anticipation

the pair of pears in conversation

Till off he went in frustration

To a nearby institution

the 11th Month

Well... while the title might sound as if it came from some horror story, it's more of a romantic comedy... heeee... Of course, like all good stories, there is the fair share of complications, troubles and growlings lol. Glad. Blessed. Merry. Excited. Very much in love. That's what I feel. Can't wait to see you! You oh you, looking so lovely, as always. =) Drats... no place in this ulu land to get you flowers.... dratty dratty...... Hmmm then again... maybe there is.... hmmm....

Since you have no internet access where you are, I shall blatantly boldly write down here what and where we are going. Hohohoh, by the time you read this, the beautiful romantic evening would become memories, sweet ones too I hope. Drats and double drats!!! Forgot the camera.. sigh... If I did seem a bit lost and extra bumbling today, do forgive me. Sorta fell asleep last night while plotching and writing your letter, and nearly overslept this morning heee.. so sorry...

Went to Orchard Road in the morning but even Borders did not have anything exciting to offer.. sigh.... so, present? What present?? Oh hoh ohohohoho... yeah well.... no present I guess....

Flowers? What flowers? Oh hohohoho... sigh... yes that probably too....

Thinking about the place tonight, I hope it will be good. Hope there aren't terror bugs around. It's al-fresco and it's location is supposedly its biggest attraction so... do hope you like it. Getting there might be tricky... hope the GPS dun fail tonight hohoho.... Shall pray about it later.

TOP SECRET: FOR YOUR FLIPPY EYES ONLY

CON..CON...CONFI.. CONFEEDENSHAL

Enclosed are the findings of Agent Pooh overseeing operation codenamed OO (Operation Olive)

Figure A: satelite pictures of location of OO. Hidden in greenery of Labrador Park. Sources reveal minimal security and a carpark nearby. Uphill drive.





Figure B: Spy pictures of base of operations. The only best photo we had from the best agent who had since been captured and dumped in olive pits.


Figure C: Pictures of hardworking Agent Pooh for your intimate reference

Black-out!

The night the lights went out. Well, technically, its last night... the toilet light was spoilt and the bears were snoring away, so I had to do something. Bathing in the dark, well... quite scary... Lighting tealights was one option, and actually the only option until.... brilliance struck me... the leftover lightsticks should be put to good use... Broke two and lit the toilet. Not fantastically bright though I must say... Here are the murky blurred photos to show...

Work

This business called work... It is not easy to juggle.

Some people really sell their life, soul and health to it. Some don't seem to even do any work for their pay (which technically shouldn't be called pay and if you work in a government organization may otherwise be known as welfare handouts). Some try to balance work and life.

It would be nice if we could all work in a friendlier environment, and doing work that relates to us. Heck, I can't understand why some people can be an accountant. Job satisfaction yes I understand but where in the Scottish Highlands do you relate to and like your work? Then again, maybe I just don't see it their way. Heck, some people don't even understand why I became a teacher. Their eyes open wide and they laugh and joke that I simply couldn't get a better job. Truth be told, I concur. There had been a long period of time in my life after uni I simply didn't know what roads were open to me. It can be frustrating being in limbo. I suppose it didn't help I didn't talk to anybody about it. Family and friends couldn't understand the affinity with literature and were pragmatic enough to persuade me from the cooking profession, or a hawker, or for that matter a 7-11 guy working graveyard shift. One day, I just thought I should apply to MOE again, who snubbed me twice in my Uni years. suddenly, it all makes sense that I should teach, to enjoy literature, to help kids and their families, to contribute and change that much detested education system in my teens.

I can't remember the exact class or lesson but I remember the first time I had to step into class. How I felt. Nothing. Stumped. Thoughts and sight in a blur. Oh well, I survived. Somehow. Thank you to Flips and a certain cool Harold Matthieu who prepared me for school. So yes, work is a mysterious thing. We feel we have to do it, we hope we like it, we charge in and do it. We try to survive and make it stay intact. We wait for our pay. We learn to like what we do, or go for what we want to do.

I think Yeo Huan and another friend of mine I met on the streets were right. Salary would probably never seem sufficient. That can't be a perpetual source of motivation in 5, 10, 20 years down the road. Motivation should probably be job satisfaction and responsibility. Thank God for whoever had taught me really early on that finding a job you like is more important than any other factors. Some more geeky and less sensitive people might say you could learn to like your job. Borrowing my idol's word: "balls". I do concur it grows on you, yup... like bringing it home and marrying your work. "Mum, Dad, look who I brought home! My work!" Yup grows on you alright... into a mutant. The naggy social worker in me has dozens of alarms buzzing and words to say on that topic but over the years,I've learnt to shut up when I should. I'm not Jesus, I can't make changes to masses. I can only, as according to MOE propaganda and wise words indeed, remember I'm human and I could perhaps save a starfish as and when I see one. One seen and thrown back into the sea, is one saved. That's it. No glam stuff like parting seas or feeding thousands. But that's alright, God's Work is done in many ways and by many. I'm damn proud to say I'm probably one of them. I remembered going into school thinking that quite a few times- the MOE propaganda. It helps. While in the toilet today, I consolidated some thoughts about the education and governmental systems in general. Things might look very dead and unrelenting. Things might not look optimal and dozens of changes could be made. Things might also look so stuck and many people unready to change. Things might look as if you would not make a difference and one of you would not make a change. But no. Things can change for the better. And if you want changes, you must stick on, press on. If one switches camp, gives up and think no difference can be made, then one loses the fire and the chance to contribute in your own small ways. If there had not been believing predecessors, education would never have changed for the better. It did. So I sincerely urge all people who like their work, hold their own opinions about how things can be made better, with vision, to stay and soldier on! Goose-bumpy yes but... you're not alone.

Though I cannot know your work, but the nature of your work impresses me and makes me proud, very proud of you. For the good of the country, doing something worthwhile, glorifies God in your own way. I hope you find increasing job satisfaction in what you have to do, and someday feel more comfortable at work.

The Philosophy of Spilling Coffee & Gym

Yes, it can only happen to the SBS pooh....

In the morning... all happy and ready, walked cautiously into the gym, realised it was quite empty save for two other normal-looking guys. Went to toilet to change, realised to disappointment and more horror that having brought all the bathing stuff, attire and even a small towel... I had typically forgot about the shoes... Curses... Though I did entertain a brief 3 second non-possiblity of working out in the leather shoes. Yes, I was that dismayed... that led me to the happy conclusion that God had triedto say it just wasn't a gym day. Ah well, struggling is of no use. There must a greater purpose in denying me the gym for today, so off I went to urmm NTU all the way far across NIE to urmm... borror cleaner larger toilets. After that, I happily went to acquire a snazzy cup of iced Cappucino. On the way back to NIe, luckily very near a toilet, I stupidly thought about checking if I had my cashcard with me to do some printing. Being typically bearish, I gripped the cup with my teeth and proceeded to swing the bag to get to my wallet. Drink spilled. All over me and the bag and the wallet. Whew! thank God it wasn't hot coffee. then again... I begin to wonder, was I part of some morning entertainment act? I struggled into the toilet to clean up and yes once again, thank God, I had the gym top to change into which was a red army t-shirt sigh... If I had gone to the gym then... hohoho... wow.

A series of simple events, yet it sparks the pooh philosophy brain. What led to what? Was it meant to be? Was it human folly or divine entertainment? Perhaps it is indeed time to raise those yellow poohy paws into the skies, palms out and declare "let Your Will be done!" And then go for lunch.... A day, a day, a day like another typical day of my weird happening life.

A Little Grammar Lesson

This is a little lesson we did today in class, thought it was rather cute and funni, so would like to share it with you. Hope it makes you laugh a little.

- Hail Great Leader -


What to do: In groups of 3 or 4, turn by turn add to the following words below and make a sentence. Do not end it until the teacher says so. Each person may not write more than 5 words per turn. You must include at least 3 of the words below. The group is not to talk.

gloomily until dawn came violently plenty who


The words in red were my addition when it was my turn. All of them kept trying to write prim and proper phrases it got irritating and boring, so I decided to make things difficult for them lol...

The sentence: Last Saturday, .............. I went to the movies until dawn came with Paul, who was a part-time dodgy nightclub dancer, around three in the hot afternoon and we decided to gloomily share popcorn as we proceeded into the dirty old cinema which was located in Ang Mo Kio where there were plenty of birds and bees violently flying in the blue skies with plenty of clouds.

WELCOME HOME SHEEPIE!!!

-- From: All the gang --

Surely a Rage Blackout

Found a little piece of paper in my drawer from many many years ago. When the parents and I couldn't get along at all, values clashed, ideas lagged, money cut. Though I can't remember why I wrote it, I guess I must have had one of those rage blackout moments lol. Has since thrown away the scrappy piece of paper, but thought should blog it. I guess I would rather you see it, that your boyfriend isn't always placid and nice as you make it out to be, but I'm not exactly serial killer in the making either... ahem... Angst la angst.... I have since urmm... mellowed down to a pot of simmering bubor hitam...


There is no home
I never fit anyway
So farewell you all
Before I kill you.


When I look on
Bleak bleak bleak
Does it matter, I think not
I might want you
Come closer; go away.
Better so, before you can’t.


That day I shall
When it comes
Kill all of you
And I will leave you
To my little adventure
Out into the merry marshes l may cry
By myself alone here


There is no home
I never fit anyway
So farewell you all
Before I kill you.

A Cow and A Panther

To you two, I hope good things and kind people come your way. I don't want to think of the worst, for I know you have good genes, and that you will both grow up to be strong, and resourceful like your parents. We love you very very much, especially you, bumbling clueless cow. We will miss you. I was there where you were, where you ate, and surely played. The old man was doing fine, though he seemed lonely. Flips and I miss you terribly. I sure like to believe dogs go to heaven. And if one day we meet up again, I'll take good care of you, all 7 of you. Come back to me. There we shall run around and play catching for all time. I'm sorry I couldn't hold on to you all, I had tried to do the best I can, and I did give whatever I could have to you all. In my heart, I do somehow feel you all are fine, and I like to let myself think that you all are all grown up, fine and strong and happy. I have to trust and let you go your ways, on your own paths, destiny and the next adventure where your four cute paws may take you.

When girlfriends go mad...

Yes, indeed... when girlfriends go mad, they get rather out of control. They use the least likely moments to capture you, and do as they will. Hee hee... Well, I'm talking about the business of conical bearding. Well, for the benefit of all those who has not caught on yet, conical beard is a funky new way of playing and greeting your love ones. It is endearing, cute and playful. Perfect for couples, pets and even parents for the bold. Here's how a conical beard is done:

1. Close one of your hands into a fist, with the thumb rested on the other fingers such that it looks like you are holding a stalk of flower.

2. Attach the chin of the potential victim onto the round space near your thumb where the said stalk of flower is supposed to be.

3. There! Once done, gleefully shout "Conical beardie!" then run off and giggle madly.

It is clean, fun and injects zest into your relationships. The idea is not to get bearded by them and get the first beard on them at the earliest part of the day possible, as some believe that is the ultimate win. So, go try it today! Conical beard those close to you! Catch them unaware and unprepared! Watch their expressions! For aesthetic reasons, may I suggest when you conial beard someone, tilt the clench fist such that the end slightly points away from the victim, this would give your victim a "pharoah" look.

A word of caution: Accidents such as knocking into people or knocking off glasses etc with swinging heads trying to dodge being conical bearded is at your own risk. I, founder of the game and all my affliated organizations are not legally and/or morally liable for anything. Thank you.

Educator time-out

Yes, I have finally come to the end of my illustrious career. Nah... not yet.... Today marks the end of contract teaching. for a happy while at least, there will be no more greetings of 'cher' and point-point at my earhole/stud and metaphoric kissing of my hand by my following... I think i'll miss that, all of it plus the life of a teacher, sitting in an office, making coffee madly, shouting at students and frightening little kids.

Next week shall be the return of Kenneth the student. Or student teacher as they like to call us. Which of course sounds kinda weird but who cares as long as they pay us decently.

Today, a young teacher asked an older one at the compeition why we must not carry on with the last few events and end the day earlier and the older one said we had to wait for the guest of honour. And he went on to say how it is in working life, especially working in big organizations and you always have to put up shows. How sadly true. Impedes productivity sometimes yes, but I suppose inevitable in big corporations. He even quoted the bard where the world's a stage and we are but mere actors. Well....

Anyway... I'm happy to gog back to being a student, even though it means going to LUIS. I hope I'm correct. For a temporal retreat, a cleft.

I like this business. This business of educating. Where truth is our life's work. Dear God, yup thanks, I found it.

Happily Fed Pasta Boy

Yes, that's me....

Hee.... and yea again, as you can tell, I'm still drunk on that. It's a pity, how could I have forgotten. Repeated to myself to take a pic before I started eating, but alas.... SBS... I forgot. Totally.

But, I must honestly and sincerely say, the pasta was really good. It wasn't anywhere what you proclaim about your dodgy culinary skills lol... Tell me... what's that feeling? When I eat the pasta, I feel very happy. Its tasted really good. I must of course say, me being highly ecstatic might have been a little biased, but it definitely was better than how you always make your cooking sounds.

Yes, I'm drunk.. drunk by how touched and how happy I felt to have you cook dinner not just for me, but all of us. Thank you sweetheart! Ready to take my next order already? Hee...

Pink Flowers, Pirates, Salmon and Lovely Company

Yes, I must say, though we didn't go out anywhere much today, I am really happy and feel all sweet and happy! Heee

I know recently hasn't been easy for you, sure must not feel fantastic... sigh... but don't you fret, for all these unpleasant feeling would go away soon enough alright =) Meanwhile, you know la okay, the Pooh is here, faithfully, joyfully and bouncingly at your service! Day and night~ Heee... I'm happy you're happy~~~

Hope the flowers help do their flowery little parts and perk you up! You kno, after I bought you the flowers and when I was on the train, I didn't mind one bit some people were looking at me, you know. In fact, I felt really happy because I was gonna get to see you soon, and I feel happy that I actually remember and like to get you flowers. I hope I never get lazy about this and deny you this little perk. I feel happy I'm the man who is privileged enough to bring you flowers. =)

Pirates... hmm.... we caught the movie today in the evening... well, not bad eh? wonder how Part 3 will be.. Yes, I have to admit, it's rather confusing actually.... shall perhaps talk about it more next time...

The salmon and potato and beans and soup was a fantastic dinner leh... Thank Lai!!! *wide toothy grin of a well-fed pooh* And yes, thank you to you too Great Flips, who diligently and selflessly shared and reminded me to eat more of healthier stuff like fruit and water. If you're willing, and would like to, let's cook for ourselves sometime round, yeah? =) To end, I would just like to say, it's been a magical and satisfying day with you, my darling. I love ya! *soft toy squeezy hug*

the Grand Grad

10th July 2006. Commencement Day. Flips'.

Today has been a most wonderful day for many reasons. Although well... the French lost the World Cup. Yes, I just had to jump on the bandwagon and mention it like everyone else. It's alright, the Sheep and me and Flips. Sometimes, some things are just meant to work out like this. Please don't get worked up.

Well.... while you might say the mortar board is not flattering, I personally think you make it look incredible cute~ =) I like how it looks on you!

I must say, all the mad running about, and trying to get all the friends' parents together to take one big happy picture was really not easy. Congratulations on achieving that Great Flips, wonderful feat. I think I like the mad multi camera photo-taking experience very fun!

Oooh, talking about photo-taking... heehehe... yes, the pooh is mad.... or rather, a weird photographer. Eh, candid pictures mah! And honestly, I do think alot of them look fantastic lol~

Today was also possibly the last day for a long time to come for us to eat the Gecko chicken. And double portion at that lol... Though I must concur, the decor looks worse. I much much prefer the previous one.

Thank you darling, for having me with your family at your day of graduation, for making part of it. Ain't exactly a parent, but I'm damn proud of ya! And honoured too I was there with you today. Sleep tight tonight Flips! What a seemingly long but happy day it has been... =)

The Sheep Speaks Futbol

I must say, World Cups from around 98 onwards have somehow lost that magic for me. I remembered waking up many years ago to a Italian, Roberto Baggio, completely missing a penalty shootout which caused them to lose to Sambal Chilli. Then, there were the exciting colours of blue and white and a happy sun of Argentina that strangely drew me.

Fortunately, there is now someone else I watch the World Cup with and for. She's one big super plus point and makes catching the World Cup with her a most memorable moment to be dearly treasured.


I looked at the Sheep, hoping for a sign, waiting for him to speak. He stares blankly at me. Rather merrily too, I think.

Indeed, it is not easy trying to get the answer to the question on many minds: will it be France or Italy?

what I imagine some experts might say....


Rhos- "I can't quite tell who's who. I'm colour-blind..."


the Sheep- "Exciting! My fleece is with Barthez and France. He's bald, I think he's funny."


Fraz- "Either team winning is fine, I'm just happy that it's an event that brings the world together. I don't think I can watch though, it's at 2 or 3 in the morning. I need the rest after taking my medicine..."

Bak Kut- "GERMANY!!!!!! My favourite colours! Oh, they're out? Already?Ahem..."

Pooh- "I think its its gonna be a tough game. For those who are not very tuned to football language and history, picking a winner between France and Italy is like me trying to pick between french fries or pasta. Yes, it's that tough."

Flips- "Les Bleus!"

Bubblez- "Italia!!! Root for home!!!! Carry me!!!!"

An Unforgettable Night

I must say.... this is surely a really special, sweet. warm and lovely experience~~ Laa laa laa~~~

Though I can't quite fathom why two non-soccer fans would wanna watch a match at like 3 in the morning....

Having you reading, in the same room with me, while I do plastic sticking, felt so right so cosy. Heee... I think it would be fun next time, you reading a book or doing soemthing else, and me in the same room doing some other frivolous stuff like mad-marking or ironing our clothes =P -whirling paws resume-

And there's the Sheep, humming non-stop to a certain song he can't help repeating....

Even the wind and the feel of everything feels so right~ hmm...

Though I must say, watching a late-night match really gets us. Don't think we can do it too often too lol.... You look exhausted lol... poor o' Flips~

WEll.. right now, as usual, Koo Chye also known by his english name Chive, is in the comp lab. slapped with relief classes till 2pm again. Hope you're sleeping soundly and safely in your cosy bed right now, with weird sweet dreams of weird poohish boyfriend and his friend the tofu thighs, numerous posing of Dome, clashes of greasy blue jerseys and white. A sad clash of former friends, Big Moustache VS Small Moustache. Lol... see ya soon! Muack Love Ya !!!!! The night was superb! All of it~

Comeback Blog

Yes! Everyone! All my legions of faithful readers! I am back! Yes, celebrate~~ yaa daa yaa daa~~

It seems time has really passed quickly... the June holidays have come and gone. Happy days have once again been put on hold. It is strange, as I think about it now, how I'm going back to being educated on how to give others education. Well, then again, aren't we all constantly being educated anyway... life, family, friends, academics, pets, relationships, technology, PSPs...

Looking at my brother going for army reminds me of myself... Though I do honestly think I had looked worse lol... That feeling is always extremely heavy on Sundays. When you have to get ready for camp, packing and saying temporal goodbyes. Not that I had people to say goodbye too anyway. I remembered my family was pretty zen when I went into army. On the ferry back to Pulau Any-sweat-no-sweat-my-beep, I would miss Singapore tremendously. Yes, the island itself... I miss being on it. And as I look around at other similar lost sheep shaven bald, they all looked just as lost. And sad. Oh well, it's over for me now. So I should join the ranks of those before me, and laugh at the new kids and call them names like "recruit" and "chow botak".

Today, as we did bible studies together, I think it was a really nice experience. I enjoy it very much. May we grow closer to the Lord together, my darling.

Sometimes, I wish parents could be more flexible, more open to suggestions and corrections. Hope we don't ever end up like this. Seems like humility become sort of a senior citizen and get concessions as people grow older. I hope we never forget this. I hope I always do what I preach to my students all the time: that humility is a life-long lesson we are perpetually learning. These days, when i look at you, I feel kinda sad for you yet powerless to help much. Parents can be such bullies and tyrants. And yes, I know I speak the truth for so many so many kids out there, sometimes even, surprise surprise, me. So yes, while you're at the uncomfortable dinner, I shall finish the posting soon and go do a drugs. Go pray for you. I hope things become better for you, but not through you having to relent. I think its very admirable what you are doing and have to bear sometimes. I know we aren't strong 100% all the time, but I see in you strength. =) And I'm really really truly proud that you are with me. Thank you for choosing and travelling with Pooh Travels. We hope you have a nice day! Well, on days when you feel low, empty of sugar, we shall call upon our most potent pokemon- the Pooh. Where he shall sing, dance, eat, play, cuddle, bark, chew, spout nonsense, drive, accompany, kiss, comfort, support you till his plastic buttons drop off. As much as you always claim how I'm your support system, you have no idea how proud it makes me to be by your side, and just how much you too are my support system. Without you, plastic buttons wouldn't stick, giggles just can't brew.

Though I have to do back to work tomorrow, thank God I'll be near you still. While you sleep peacefully, I'll be singing my lungs out on everyone's top number 1 most sung song in Singapore, Majulah Singapura.

Die Pooh Die!

Who was the smarty pants that said when one was undergoing transition, one would most likely be very busy and very worn out... Seems very much like it... These past recent weeks have seen us adjusting to alot of things huh? =) Lotsa changes, lotsa ahem..... additions... heee.... sometimes when I feel like writing something, or I feel I wanna write you something, inspiration doesn't happily plod along to me... Nothing comes. Sleepiness sometimes makes guest appearance though, and so.. like all aspiring newspapers trying to sustain reader interest, when in doubt or out of quality writing, dig up famous people/celebrity gossip. Therefore, I have decided to announce that the reason I cannot write properly is that I feel a very large force blocking me, eluding me, draining me. Now now, we all know that there aren't many able to harness such propensity in power and wield it so easily. And impetuously. A very very powerful one. I might point out that this could well be an act of revenge due to personal grudges or worse, petty social exclusion. Baby blue ribbons.

It still feels very very exciting. That the 2 of us own the PSP. Ahem, not one between the 2 of us but a PSP to each of us! How cool is that! I think it's very very nice, looking at us with our PSPs. I think the white is classy. The PSP shall come to be an important companion. I can feel it. In fact, I quite like it this way. Going to school of the ulu and inaccessible and slanted. I can't think of any reasons not to condemn Boon Lay other than for its famous nasi lemak. For the sheer number of brilliant academics running the universities, can't they see that the only logical and intelligent place to put campus is Bedok 85? Or maybe midway between Simpang and 85.

It's 8:17am as I write this now, sipping not-so-warm 3-in-1 coffee made by the sleepy fat mother. I'm leaving for Luis now. I'm feeling all excited right now, but fortunately its not about school prospects but the impending PSP encounter on the train. Plus, I found a most helpful software on my brother's comp to aid me in a joyous endeavour. Till we meet again, honourable Flips of the swift tummy slides.

LUIS = Land of the Ulu and Inaccessible and Slanted.

Rain Rain Come Again

Yup, it's raining again... Been so long since I last saw a big downpour, and have the luxury to enojy it. Yes, I'm weird... I stand in front of my braiding window and watch the rain come down. Smell the rain and feel the wind rushing past me. It surely feels very good.

I've grown out of standing in the rain. Besides, my immunity system is not at some hormone-bursting 15 year old level anymore. In other words, I fall ill easily. But it sure is memorable thinking back on times in Dunman High when I stand alone in the rain, feeling the rain on me. Running about the grandstand steps barefooted. To feel the water drops hitting down on you, and the water gushing about your toes is an exciting sensation. The skies darken to a sensuous dark tone and the winds howl. The water curtains close you in within, and for that brief enjoyable moment, you stand alone in this world. Your wondering friends stand at the canteen watching you, thinking of the number to IMH and you smile to yourself. It sure is a wonderful gift from God, this rain business.

I love it, I enjoy it very much. Thank You.

The Next Big Thing

For several past hours, there has been a hot new rumour circulating the publishing world and certain groups of people with "special" interests. Over here, we have risked our puny little lives to bring you glimpse of this rumour, ahead of Cleo and company, so that you will be ready.

Rumour has it that an exciting new magazine, or newsletter, is to be published anytime soon. But readership is supposedly exclusive. Extremely exclusive. Our soft toy sources have vaguely confirmed that it is not on fashion, design, food, TV or teen angst. Additionally, the devious and brilliant team behind this elusive magazine is highly skilled ghost writers who may or may not be able to eat 3 cheeseburgers in a happy mood.

If you are artistically inclined, beware for it is also hot gossip among LaSelle art students that the elusive editorial team is in need of a temporary magazine artist, as the resident artist has fled the country with hopefully sufficient Ringgit.

As to what the magazine deals with, it is difficult to ascertain as our top commercial spies have all been "swiftly and discreetly dealt with". The last we heard from our best spy, Lightning-Foot-Tied-to-Heavy-Lead, he screamed in horror and delirium about a blazing daisy. That was the end of him and whoever he had encountered must surely have been a Class 5. All we can confirm is that different factions of truly evil powers have voiced their interest but have stupidly sent their magazine subscription fees to the Singapore Press Holdings instead.

So, although we ourselves cannot be sure, do keep a lookout at newstands and old men selling papers. If you notice a snazzy, hip, attractive magazine on sale, grab it! But remember to pay for it. Any such helpful readers who can get us a copy or even provide crucial information such as the price after GST shall be generously rewarded with leftover dog kibbles artisically arranged.

Has it been that long???

It's amazing!!!!!!!!!!!! Has such a long time passed??? I didn't know.. I didn't know...

Hmmm let's see.... we have been to tons of places these few days eh? Heeheee... The zoo was fun, pity there were tons of screaming kids who were trapped at the shelter due to rain, hmm storm more likely. Yes, most probably, let's not have kids lol...

Underwater World was pretty cool! Yes well, in case any springers in the East read this, please... The name is Underwater World, NOT Underworld...

Darling, it's been 8 months!!! 8 terrific months.. -blissful sigh- I always thought "getting drunk on you" was kinda corny.. and though I'm not about to jump about and say that to you.. ahem... that's truly how you make me feel... =P

These few days you haven't been feeling well. Don't worry Flippy~~ Bad things go away fairly quickly! I always believe that. These few nights, I've consistently remembered to have you in my prayers before I go to bed. Remember okie, anything the Pooh can do or get to make you feel better, just ring. Ahem not the bell, but the phone. Thank you.

Update: Recently, major works and revisions have been contemplated and miserably attempted for stuff to give to you. Blame it all on that bumbling pooh....

for what it might be worth

...I'm sorry...

I know you don't like hearing me repeat it but I want to say it again and again only because I really feel bad about it. It's not that I want you to say you forgive me, or hold my hand and tell me it's alright. I really really feel bad about myself.

Last night, I waited for you, tried my best to stay awake and d othe things I should be doing. And when you called to say that you were heading out with Bubblez, I sat on the bed to answer the call and that was the killer. Decided to wait for your call but forgot about the time to I should call to see how you were. Thought you might be driving still etc, and also simply overlooking the stupid fact that not that much time was needed. I'm sorry...

And after you called me to say you were home, I fell alseep soon. but in that awkward position of half-sitting. Woke up at 6am to find myself thirsty, and lower back aching... sigh... I don't know how else, but I feel a strong need to verbally express how I feel. I honestly don't feel good, I feel I've let you down. I'm sorry...

hide-and-Seek

oh hohoho....

The Great Flips...

Oblivious to an alien object in her room.

Now, the First Mate wonders, just when might she find it? Hmm... though come to think of it, might well be tomorrow already.

I wonder how it feels to have to change the stuffing to jade marbles. By the way, who's supplying the marbles? Hello, anybody there? Hello?

I think the Pooh book is very nice and very cute~~

-lumbers off to chop hapless monsters-

Cock-up with a Cork

Yes... it is definite... I need more practice on wine bottle opening.... lol..... And Yes, I will learn how to do it properly...

Miss you...

Here are, in vivid color and detail, the pictures of disaster...

























































p.s.: for all aspiring bottle openers like me- Do not try to be "giam siap" and buy cheapo corkscrews.... and if possible, get someone to open it for you.