ReVeRiEz on Last Tamil Class

Time flies huh?

Last day of Tamil lesson. Last time having to take 151 all the way to the interchange and then climb up to Dr Thinappan's office. Last time having lessons with such a small class.

Carolyn is flying off tomorrow. As usual, our class of 5 is still not in full force. Lessons were different today. I mean, there were no lessons, just some sort of a gathering, a chat. Don't know why but there is some tinge of.. not wanting all of this to end? Time is just flying by too fast for me to grasp.

Not that my Tamil proficiency has been any better. The only stuff I can say with confidence is probably what I want, Hi, and Thank you. Not very good considering exams are round the corner. Noticed that my grades for assignments are the lowest. Once again, the ever-jealous me came into play. But I could blame no one, yah? Simply because over confidence, or should I say foolishness, led me to juggle too many things, thereby spreading myself too thin. Should I have listened to well-meant advice from Koon and Daniel? Perhaps so. Do I regret? Perhaps not.

Unbelievable as it seems, I've always loved going to school since young. Remember the times when I would dream of school during the holidays? Or the fact that I would practise the piano simply because of the threat of not allowing me to go to school anymore if I quit piano? All these may sound comical, but yes, that was my affinity to school. No idea when that suddenly dissipated. Beginning of uni? Perhaps so. Perhaps the lack of confidence gradually made me withdraw away again.

Still, these 2 sems have made me a cheerier one. The extra workload means walking out of law faculty. And yes, it's somewhat like going out into the world, you get to see so much more. Somehow, the slightly more confident feeling is something that I would not have found in law school. Then again, who knows?

Last lesson for Tamil. My regret at not mastering the language deepened. Perhaps I should have started earlier? Perhaps I should not have done another sem? Well, that's all the past now. These memories will leave with me, as I step out of NUS, out of being a law student, and into the world. Someday, perhaps, my mastery of the language would be something that I would be proud of. Hopefully.

Dr Thinappan's room, ie. our usual classroom

Tea sponsored by Dr Thinappan

And more photos....

Gals from Tamil 2 (Notice all of us had either some red or pink on!)

ReVeRiEz on Friends (I)

What differentiates friends from acquaintances, or just another person you know? Somehow, there is no clear, correct definition; you know that person is your friend, just because that person is your friend.

Sounds pretty duhz huh? But I guess friends are those whom you'll subconsciously accomodate.. There are things that some do which would irritate you no less, yet, when friends do the same, you do not get as irritated..

Throughout this sem, I tried very hard not to be late for my Genes and Society class. There was one point where I would just skip the class if I was going to be late. Afterall, Dr Low has this weird thing about letting people move through the middle, but it's so embarassing to get one entire row to shift in just for your sake.

Well, today, I was late for class. And it was through no fault of mine, really. Someone said he'll be off for 15 minutes, and I calculated that to mean that I'll still have plenty of time to get to Science Faculty. Yet, that someone came back only 5 minutes before my lecture was supposed to start. I can picture myself blowing up at some other people (names not mentioned in case they chance upon this blog and realise it) and I'm so super proud of myself that I didn't get any bit irritated at all. Just imagine, I could actually say 'Late then late lohz'... Come to think of it, only a handful can actually try that and not irritate/anger me at all.. Oops, does that once again prove how short tempered I am? =)

In any case, you should consider yourself lucky, Mr Chai.. hahaha...

Still, feeling happy to have met up with an old (long time plus OLDer than me.. wahahahah) friend =)

ReVeRiEz on Little India Trip

Not that it was the first time going to Little India. In fact, ever since I've started taking Tamil, we have been to Little India around 3 times. That's a lot considering that I've only been that twice in 20 years (not counting the 2 years where I was supposed to be living somewhere there) when I live not too far away.

This time round, I didn't want the trip to end. Another ending means one step closer to the end of the final semester.

Oh well, all good things do come to a close.

The temple visit (again!) was educational. This time, I remembered more stuff. There were 3 statues facing the entrance. The mother of the other 2 was in the middle. One represented knowledge, the other was the god that was worshipped on Thaipusam. Do you know that putting the middle finger to the thumb, that symbolises protection? The bells at the door are there because life is equated with sound..

Peiqi, next time we go there, can explain to you in greater detail! haha..

And of course, any trips to Little India would not be complete without food. And once again, it's at the same place! Scarily, I am beginning to develop a taste for the food at Komalas! =)

And now, for the photos:

Tamil Class with Dr Thinappan and his wife at Komalas Vilas

Nava and I

ReVeRiEz on Meeting the President


Photograph with the President
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Not too difficult to guess why we wound up there. Yes, it was for our Tamil module and there we were at a Hindu temple at Farrer Park. Dr Thinappan said the President was interested in meeting us. Oh well, we are an interesting breed I guess. But it is admirable that his excellency is an advocate for lifelong learning too. Who would have guessed that at his age, he is taking Tamil lessons from.. who else but Dr Thinappan? That makes us fellow students huh? Still, his command of the language is truly admirable. To think that we were forced to reply in Tamil. Sounds so Dr Thinappan.

ReVeRiEz on TMC

Finally, a meetup with TMC people

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Yes, time flies. 4 years plus years have just zoomed past.

Have I ever regretted wasting money going for TMC diploma classes? Not really. Those were fun times. And the friendships made were great. Just that each of us had our own paths, and these paths diverge further as we move along.

Still. It was great, really.

Memories...

My 6th sense tells me that this would be a really long entry. Oh well, that'll be befitting of my last entry in this blog. Been hearing a lot of "We should be forward looking and not be stuck in the past" sort of phrases these few days, mostly from those who could have been wallowing in sadness, yet they decided not to do so but instead came up with such words to egg their fellow colleagues on. With such stuff coming from these people, who could bear not to heed their advice? Still, allow me to be stuck in this flashback for just this moment..

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Remembered about 3 plus years ago, around the time when I first knew I got into law faculty, someone told me that she didn't think I was suited for law, simply because I was too emotional. At that point in time, the words stung. And so, I tried hard to be more feelingless, or to put it in a nicer way, to be more cool. Somehow, certain man-made disaster in Singapore serve as a catalyst to make me the totally cynical, apathetic person befitting of the description of youths that I read in the paperes lately. My overnight lost of love for a country that I had previously hold so dear. So, I did become less feeling through the years, but less emotional?

These few days have made me realised that those words were so accurate. No doubt I can forcefully delete memories from my brain, be cynical about things happening around me, but I would never have to do all these if not for my over sentimentality and over emotionality. As I stuck faithfully to my TV set this whole evening, my brain seemed to have worked overtime trying to overcome my heart. Artistes from MediaWorks have all the right to feel upset simply because they had all made the effort to unite and make things work, which fate unfortunately dealt things otherwise. But me, a viewer, feeling the pain for them, with them? What utter craziness..

Perhaps all these signify the closing of another chapter, a passing chapter in life. Very soon, all these would be buried in the dust of history. Watching the flashbacks of the lifespan of Channel U, all of them just seem like yesterday, when a just jc-graduated girl stepped into the doors of NUS. I still remember at the point of MediaWorks debut, I was totally disgusted at the signing of Bryan Wong and Quan Yifeng, artistes I thought were crap. Fast-forward to today, not only have they earned total respect (at least from me) with regards to their hosting skills, but many others have also become much better looking, more poised and yes, closer to the viewers. Yet, in a fast paced society like Singapore, no one, nothing stops just for you. Before you have grasped hold of something, time has just slipped through your fingers, never to return again.

Perhaps all these ties in with my usual topic of treasuring things. Perhaps the greater sadness emanates from the lack of time in treasuring the choice I, the viewer had. As said time and over again, people just seem to learn how to treasure only when that thing is lost. Watching MediaWorks Chinese News on Channel U for the last time, I couldn't help but be like a sponge, absorbing details as much as I can. This is so, even though there was a period of time when I had used the programme to practice my Translation skills and shadowing. Yet at that time, it was work, focusing only on being able to translate properly, or following decently. If you ask me for the name of the reporter, you would have drawn a blank for me.

The greatest irony of all this is that.. I've just realised that one of the 2 (which is awfully few) seniors I was closer to in RGCO whom I've subsequently lost contact with is.. or rather, I mean was, one of the reporters on Channel U. And to think she is the sports reporter whom my mum mentioned was cute. And it's not that I didn't know of the new reporter either. Just that I've never bothered to focus a look, for, the moment I saw her face just now, my 1st reaction went like.. Was that Yiting?

Through this particular entry, I sound totally like a pathetic soul, immersing myself in the fantasy world of TV. I guess, in a way, Channel U appeared at a time when I needed an alternative harbour to hide from the storms. And pathetic as it sounds, hiding myself in the fake world, immersing myself in the happenings, the laughters from the programmes brought me away from what the real me could have felt. I guess the destruction of a safe and sound harbour is what makes the vast sea look so unsafe and uncertain, making a person not want to venture out.

Interestingly, someone expressed his surprise at me typing in a matured manner yesterday. To that, I don't even know whether to cry or laugh. Laugh because my act of childishness, craziness does seem so believable that it should be commended. Cry, simply because of the discovery that yet another doesn't know me?

Whatever it is, 2004 has come to an end. Good or bad, it's all over and it's time to move on. Farewell 2004!

and of course,

I love u, Channel U!

Small fries...

Was thinking of what to call this entry when I suddenly recall a favourite 'adjective' a certain Physics teacher of mine used. Almost everyone is at the mercy of something, the only difference being the extent to which the person is at a loss of power.

A devastating quake and round of tsunamis hit areas close to Singapore on boxing day. Those affected, as usual, were the ones who were already less well-off. Interestingly, some international organisation made a remark about the more well-off country being less generous with their aid, and immediately, the supposedly guilty ones poured in more money. Closer here, one hears so much about 'I feel so sad for those victims' comments. Yet, I couldn't help but recall something that a certain English teacher impressed upon me. It's always easy to say what is required of you. But do you truly feel that way?

When I first heard of the disaster, my first thought was whether my friends were safe, particularly those staying in Indonesia. (Pardon my awful Geography, I simply couldn't figure out how close or far their islands were from those affected areas)

It's so much easier to feel the fear, the sadness when you are involved. Whereas from a supposed outsider's point of view, what degree do you feel? or is it mere words of feelings? I don't know. Perhaps that's the reason why I'm not a social worker too.

Closer to home, it's 3 days before MediaWorks finally pulls down its shutters.. for good. Time does fly. 3 plus years has just flown by without me even grasping it. Once again, it's those smaller fries, aka commoners as in MediaWorks employees who are at the mercy of some Almighty power who can rule that competition is necessary and then decide otherwise at their own whims and fancy. AND those who suffer? The small fries who trusted their words, who believed that they could do their part in making a difference took the untaken path. And what do they get? Heartache? Lost opportunities? White slips?

Who do we blame when we hear that our people lack the dare to dream spirit?

There has been so much talk going on about a certain forum when the unfortunate participants were labelled arrogant, unable to feel for the less fortunate aka smaller fries. These people were bombarded with 'hate mails' lamenting on the state of the future of the country.

But is there a cause for worry? Afterall, does it sound any bit different from the certain group of adults that we supposedly have to rever anyway? Just take a not-so-apt but the-one-currently-on-my-mind example. The look on the faces of the people with the team-spirit that is so lacking in many corporations when their 'baby' is on the face of being taken away from them. One must be really stone to not feel a single thing.

We are told that mergers and acquisitions are part and parcel of a successful country. No doubt, I have no arguments about that. Yet, a successful economy is not necessary equated with a gracious feeling society. With those big fries being so focused on the big picture ie. profits, who bothers about small fries? They are, but stepping stones, to greater things for the corporation. They are, but dispensible, properties who can be used when necessary and dumped aside when not. When we are taught this right from young, isn't it a case of the pot calling the kettle black when we hear of certain big fries amolishing the future generations?

Disclaimer: This is just the humble opinion of the small insignificant fry here. My sincere-st apologies should this unimportant piece offend any out there though it was never meant to be so. Serious!

Memories

You know a person is a bit over sentimental when she readily agrees to pay at least $260 for a handphone repair with 3 months warranty just because the phone was a 21st birthday present from her sis. I'm sure the lady at the service centre thought I was a nut-case when I did just that. Oh well, that's just me, yah? Even though sis told me to trade in for another, but hey, the phone does mean a lot to me, especially since she sacrificed 500 bucks from her hard earn money just to get something that I had wanted but couldn't bear to buy. And of course, it came at a time when I was awfully down.. Anyway, better not let sis know, otherwise she'll feel upset that she bought the non-durable phone for me..

Anyway, met up with Lijia finally. Thankfully I was much better than the past few days, else I don't even think I'll be able to drag myself out at all. Talked about a lot of stuff, particularly about S03J. Somehow, the topic seems so close, yet so far. Sounds familiar, yet at the same time so strange. And to think that I've almost forgot some of the people. When we agreed that we turned back time, I couldn't help but remember how much I wished I had kept in touch with them. Those memories were nice, come to think of it. Yet perhaps cause they were that sweet that I had wanted to delete them permanently just so that I could get on. Having Lijia everywhere I went, going over to Ghim Moh during Chinese lesson breaks, learning origami from Shawn, Bio lab class with Yijun......

Then again, it's over so no point thinking of all the IFs anyway..

Also, finally got my photos developed.. The few photos with human somehow seem to depict all the more 'landmark' part of my memories for the year. (and my mum was commenting about me taking loads of photos of non-humans aka soft toys, cute tibits etc) But still, there were some moments that were not captured, eg attachments, and some other gatherings. Oh well, all that matters are that they were captured in my head, yah?

Cebu Trip Gathering
The first of some of the gatherings I had within the year. To think that this is our first gathering since JC1. A bit pathetic huh? But the turnout wasn't that bad, considering it was only decided a few days before, though it could have been better, considering the number of last minute back-outs.

Anyway, back to the photo
Back: Sijie, Huihui, Jini
Front: "Brother" Adrian, ME!!, Lizhen, "Grandfather" Kok Sing

To think that all of us couldn't forget Sharon Phua.. Haha.. Seems like notorious people stay in memories much longer..

Tamil Class

Of course I shall NOT name the people in the photo since I've still got no idea what some of their names are. Actually only one. Haha.. but still, better not.

Anyway, Tamil lessons were fun, other than having tormenting homework. Imagine putting in the entire Sunday night rushing Tamil homework. But I guess I don't regret taking it, despite my B.

PA Policy Studies Lunch sponsored by our director
Back: Thenesh, our director Sion Yoong, Jianlin, Wanjing
Front: Crystal, Me, Claire, Zheyi. (Absent: Yude)

Lunch at Marche. To think I was there a 2nd time in less than 24 hours after having gone there the night before with last year's VSA camp people.

Somehow, don't know what made me join PA after having thought of it in year 1. Remembered that was what Sion Yoong asked me when he first called me to turn up for a meeting. I mean, a year 3 wanting to join?

But I don't regret joining though. Despite getting irritated by a certain person, overall, the memory was still not bad. The really occasional meetings, the people, the discussion, Wanjing and Jianlin's 'bickering'.. Not to mention the final Lunchtime Forum at Munchie Monkey with Dr Vivian Balakrishnan, Dr Maliki and Ms Penny Low (I hope I rem her name correctly) as guests.

PA Policy Studies Gals
Claire, me, Crystal and Wanjing (with her art work)

When you have one defect, you'll always something in return for that

Couldn't help recalling a phrase to that extent in 'Fly Me to Polaris'.

Couldn't help thinking how true that phrase is, well, at least to me. Regardless of how messy things turn out here, it always feels good to have people to turn to. And I must say, it really feels ultra nice that a brat can get so much attention whenever she is down.

Still pondering whether to go Shanghai during the first week of Jan. Quite interested in the itinery. But that'll mean leaving sis alone at home with a certain person. Even though he likes her 100 times more than me, somehow, you never know how a insane person reacts. If this person has the guts to curse people day in day out (so much like his mum), tell people to attempt 'sky-diving' without that parachute and perform his regular antics, I don't feel safe leaving my sis here. But, mum seems highly keen on that, and wants company to go. I don't know.

Results out at 1pm on 24th Dec. That's a few hours later. I'm beginning to have butterflies in my stomach. Please... no 'D's... more 'B's.. *prays HARD* I need better grades to aim for bigger bucks so that I can have my own apartment (hopefully a house), go overseas(hopefully HK) for studies and then work. (Just had another 'live' reminder of the importance of money, how important it is never to get married if the saying that your husband would resemble your dad is true...)

On a lighter note, saw Itak's testimonial. Was nice to see the belated birthday greeting. Wonder how he knew. And I noticed one of his photos had Darmaji in it (or so I think). Haven't seen/heard from Darmaji for almost 3++ years. Wonder how he's faring. Also noticed a child beside Itak. Must ask him about that kid =p

PS: To those who have clicked on the 'Hugz' button, thanks a lot! =) Never expected that there would be much change from the number zero! Thank You!

Too much of something may not be a good thing

Went to grandparents' place today. Apparently, my grandmother had gone shopping in KL with an aunt, leaving my grandpa alone at home. To think that my mum didn't even know when she called yesterday. But grandfather seemed quite happy to have company, his face lit up when we were there, and looked a bit down when my mum and I went out shopping for a while. And he actually went out to buy 1kg worth of durians and a chicken just because my mum and I were visiting. Somehow, despite what he said, I still don't believe he took his lunch. When I went out and packed some xiao long bao and jiao zi back to force him to eat, he looked like he enjoyed the xiao long bao a lot, even though he was commenting to my mum about how ex it was. Somehow, I felt quite handicapped by my incapability to speak Teochew. I mean, even though I can understand 3/4 of what he says, I can merely reply in Chinese. Perhaps it's high time I engage a Teochew tutor. Anyone keen on taking up the post? I promise I'll be an obedient student, yah?

Anyway, back to the topic. Thought of this topic on my way to my grandparents' place today. May seem to be a boliao thing to do, but hey, try travelling from Hougang to Boon Lay without a discman.

Why such a topic?

Many weeks ago, before the start of my exams, I received an sms from an ex-colleague (and i really mean long long time ago) whom I've not heard from for a long time. Even though I've already deleted that number from my phone eons ago, I didn't think too much about replying to the sms-es. I mean, it's not too bad to keep in touch with people you used to work with and were on ok terms with, right?

And then, I began to get more and more sms-es. And then I learnt that this person was on the verge of being kicked out of his lodging by his sister and her friend. Yet, there remained a refusal to elaborate on the circumstances. But even more sms-es followed. And it did get creepy. I mean, when a person you've lost touch with suddenly starts being so concerned about you and you were not even super close to the person in the past, it feels a bit weird right? Not forgetting that this person is older than me, yet he behaves like some teenager.

Am I just being paranoid or what? Somehow, it seems unusual that a person with extreme behaviours like me would be frightened by extremes. But the whole episode is enough to make me avoid replying the sms-es as much as possible...

Reflections

Noticed my recent entries have been angst-ridden. Adults are supposed to have a tighter rein over their emotions. Yet, why do I feel as if I'm regressing?

Then again, why do people advocate good emotional handling? No doubt, a total lack of it would mean somewhat like LiQing's violent behaviour, which, for obvious reasons, should not be condoned. The point is, sometimes, the better we are at hiding our emotions, the more 'plastic' we become and worse, misunderstandings arise easily too.

Take for example, B does something that A does not like. A, like any good adults, suppresses his opinions. So B, not knowing that A is not too happy with his actions continues with what he is doing, thereby incurring greater wrath. And the cycle continues until one day, A explodes. By then, it'll be too late.

Can't help but recall a certain word that 'grandfather' used to use.. 'backlash' Indeed, whatever we do, the true outcome will definitely show. The only difference is when. A rigid glass bottle can only hold a certain amount of air before it explodes. Similarly, a balloon though flexible, is liable of bursting if air continues to be pumped in non-stop.

The point is, why on earth do we harp on being able to be nice to everyone even when we detest that person or his actions deep down? Kids do quarrel and make up soon after. On the other hand, when adults quarrel, the thorn stays there no matter how they 'patch up' later. So perhaps it's time that we relegate back to our childhood behaviour?

Out with Ciyao

It takes a truly boliao person like me to be able to type blog entries that often. Oh well.. I AM boliaoz..

Finally, met up with Ciyao on our once every 6 months meet-up (No thanks to SBS, I was late againz.. grrr.. to think I got up early!!!) Walked around Parkway.. ate at Jack's Place and then did a bit of shopping cum window shopping. Nothing much unusual, but like I always say, it's not what you do that matters, but the company that you have. Being with her just feels great.. for no particular reason. (Hmm.. somehow was just reminded about the need to help her with some matchmaking.. her mum would be very pleased with me... haha.. Nah.. But I don't think she really needs my help lahz)

Oh.. and something great happened today too! Bumped into.... QIUTING!!!!!!!! To think I was still wondering if she was back, and there she was, with her sis and her dad. Her sis IS truly truly truly CUTE!!!!! =) Shall look forward to meeting up with her
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The media merger dust has settled. Some are leaving, some are staying. Somehow, the feeling is just not the same. 'Tian xia wu bu san zhi yan xi' Yet, a TV station that had kept me company through my 4 years of Uni life, it just feels weird without it. Oh well.. Life is harsh.. Even Star Awards don't seem as interesting as it was years ago.
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Don't know what came over me to send that apology sms. In any case, it feels better to have apologised, even if the person in question had no idea I was damn pissed with him..

Empty

The feeling of emptiness after the rain... feels like a directionless person... just moving without knowing..

Just like what I asked Koon and Daniel, why am I always in the wrong when I stand up for another?

Know this sounds ultra pathetic.. But, does anyone want to keep me company for the whole of the Monday after this coming one? I just don't want to be at home for the whole day... somewhat akin to running away.. still... PLEASE? I'm not choosy about who, or what to do... I just want to hide... can?

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Can't help but notice this comment on someone else's blog whom I was surfing on.. My apologies for the infringement:

"for the night...it was J that YF and me riled up over her refusal to change her bathing stuff...i shan't say what it was...but it was irritating enough to waste a good 40mins getting and negotiating with her in the dorm, the bathroom and back at the dorm again..."

Comments: Aiyoh, that is so easy already... Try having the gals from my group... a.k.a. bessie...

Who says Bessie is that hard to deal with? It merely depends on what method you use. Having dealt with both J and B, J definitely gets my vote for being harder to deal with. Then again, shall be diplomatic and keep my comments to myself.. But can't help but wonder about the reason for someone always having a hard time dealing with them. Perhaps like what my sis says that the particular person can't always be so awfully unlucky, right?

Personality test once againz..

No idea why I went to do another personality test again... Somehow the first thought that popped into my mind was something that I sms-ed someone many months ago.. What am I suited for? Or do I have no strengths at all?

Anyway, back to the results:

My Bloginality is ESFP!!!

Wondering about the accuracy, esp when I only had to answer 4 (or was it 5 questions). The questions are quite similar to the MBTI one I took years ago in RGS... yet the results seem different this time round. Is it because I've changed? Or it's just merely inaccurate?

Anyway, according to the test, ESFPs generally have the following traits:
Live in the present moment
Are stimulated and excited by new experiences
Practical and realistic
Warmly interested in people
Know how to have a good time, and how to make things fun for others
Independent and resourceful
Spontaneous - seldom plan ahead
Hate structure and routine
Dislike theory and long written explanations
Feel special bond with children and animals
Strongly developed aesthetic appreciation for things
Great people skills

ESFPs are good at many things, but will not be happy unless they have a lot of contact with people, and a lot of new experiences. They should choose careers which provide them with the opportunity to use their great people skills and practical perspective, which will also provide them with enough new challenges that they will not become bored.

The following list of professions is built on our impressions of careers which would be especially suitable for an ESFP. It is meant to be a starting place, rather than an exhaustive list. There are no guarantees that any or all of the careers listed here would be appropriate for you, or that your best career match is among those listed.

Artists, Performers and Actors
Sales Representatives
Counselors / Social Work
Child Care (WHAT? They must be joking...)
Fashion Designers
Interior Decorators
Consultants
Photographers

As you can see... It's Sooo inaccurate.. Either that, or I should start worrying, that there are no jobs suitable for me.. Hmm...

VSA Camp..

Got back from the camp yesterday night. Just read in TODAY that lack of sleep makes bosses irritable. Ah.. the wonders of sleep. Perhaps that's why this entry is less angst-filled as compared to the version that I was typing yesterday.

Anyway, back to the camp. 2nd and LAST time at the camp. Despite a good rest last night, I still don't seem to have snapped out of my 'sinking' feeling. The reminder that I cannot handle kids is still deeply imprinted in my mind. I am even more resolved than before that kids are not suited to have any role in my life, or maybe, they should just retain their 'see-and-find-them-cute' distance. Evolving into a really practical person huh? A person who is awfully numbed. The constant reminder for the need to be professional. Not that I really was by the end of yesterday. One unlucky volunteer in my group had to bear the brunt of my irritability yesterday by getting icy cold treatment. But frankly, even though this volunteer was the only befriender in my group without the 'Best Befriender' award, and even though I had already predicted so earlier (it's not too difficult to read the minds of Theo and the VMs, can even tell what their criteria is) I somehow still feel that he is more deserving of it than another, who though highly effective, somehow wasn't as truly involved. Then again, who am I to judge. Afterall, amongst the 4 of us, I still generated the worst performance, which explains the nomination of all 3 of them for the award, much to the surprise (and probably amusement) of Theo..

Thankfully this camp wasn't my real working environment. Otherwise, there goes any possible performance bonus. Not only did I not perform up to standard, my lack of professional attitude (in other words, my highly evident childish behaviour) also made a huge dent in my work performance. Come on gal! You need a greater amount of plastic!!! Considering the pathetic state of this country of yours where deregulations and mergers are at the mercy of those up there, it is important NOT to burn your bridges even if you are on the other end. No doubt yesterday was the last day of the camp, and you probably would never have to work with the person who pissed you off throughout the camp, yet, you never know. If you had already tolerated the past few days without slapping his face (esp since you knew you had to work with the person) you can jolly well withhold your favourite ice treatment for the last few hours. Afterall, you won't be that suay to bump into that particular person anywhere around here or school *cross fingers*

On a lighter note, I do deserve a pat on my back for improving on my childish behaviour too. No doubt one fellow volunteer mentioned my normal self is crappy (which I think is kind of far from the truth) still my ability of occasionally working harmoniously with a person I had dreaded to work with does deserve some praise (even if I am the one praising myself)

On an even lighter note, Benson is still as CUTE as ever! (Even sis totally agrees with that!) And he gave me a hug without me asking for it!! This, compared to last year when he only stuck himself to his 'mummy' and didn't play with me! So happy =) He's soooo awfully cute that I don't mind even when he made me 'koala-bear' carry him around... or even piggy back him! He's really sooo awfully cute!! I'll miss seeing him (since this is the last time I'm volunteering) Heard from sis that his mum wasn't very nice.. Actually told him that he is less good as compared to the other campers cause he had fewer art pieces on display.. But who cares about the parents.. He's really sooooo awfully cute. If only he were in my group......


VSA Camp 2004 -- Group 6 (Spain)
Back (Befrienders): Weishi, Me, Daniel 'Mummy', 'Best-Camper' Roy
Front (Campers): Peicheng, QiGuang, June, Yiting, Yin King, KaiYuan

6 weeks

A wonderfully poignant piece of work.. I'll truly miss watching Adrian Pang when MediaWorks ceases existence..

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What would you do if you only had 6 weeks left?

Quite a number would say 'I'll want to do this, this and this..' Would that really be so?

Adrian Pang's character in the show, though truly gutless, seems so real. The stage of being lost, then gathering the pieces. I doubt that many would be so brave as to say immediately, 'Since I won't be around here soon, I better go about doing everything I had wanted to do'.. Probably be stunned first and go through a period of denial, yah?

It's hard to say for such how I'll react. Yet one thing for sure, I'll be like Adrain Pang's character and not want to tell others about my condition.. Fewer people know, the better. Afterall, what can they do?

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Is today a day of problems? Hmm... from the looks of my phone, it seems so..

can't be of much help, still... Jia you, everyone!