I just didn't know how to account to myself on this blog, and that's why I haven't been blogging.
He transferred a bulk of his payout to me as a step to show that he'll let me hold the pursestring. In view of that, I have called off the lawyer's appointment, possibly tentatively. At the back of my mind, there's a voice that says,"You're going to divorce sooner or later, and you keep putting things off for a bastard. What's the matter with you?"
I just want to hold onto the last strand of hope that he's changing for the better, and this is a huge step that he's taken to show that he's sincere to want to make the marriage work. That's women for you. Hopelessly hopeful.
Sometimes he hides in the toilet for hours. I know he's smsing. Probably betting on soccer and exchanging information with his so-called friends.
His boss has remarked that he has a 'wrong belief system'. It shows up at his workplace, family and marriage. In short, his whole value and belief system is all wrong because of his self-centredness.
When a person is self-centred, he becomes the whole world, and he must be the priority on whatever list there is.
He doesn't know that his self-centredness and selfishness are the ones that cause his downfall.
It's no longer my business.
Perhaps I should learn to view infidelity in a new light. Whatever that's deem wrong by him, he's at it, in his warped little (reads: narrow) ways.
It's a new year tomorrow.
I want to change my ways.
Thursday, 31 December 2009
Friday, 18 December 2009
Divorce (Part 1)
I've made an appointment with the lawyer.
He doesn't even want to talk. He said I just wanted things to go my way.
What's wrong with my way? His ways are totally warped and wrong.
For 4 years, I've lived as if I've never married, except that I have more expenses to pay for. I'm quintiessentially the single mother that I always had and have been. I still take Coco out on trips alone. I still foot bills on my own. I still pay for Coco's stuff. No one supports us. And worse, I have to make trips down to my parents' place so that she could eat home-cooked food. Otherwise, it's packed food all the time which I deem as unhealthy.
This marriage has held nothing for me, except torment and stress. I don't even have the most basic of what a marriage SHOULD offer ie. companionship. Throughout this marriage, I'm a loner. Thorough, total loner. Yes, it includes being sexless.
I've decided that enough is enough. This marriage is plain nonsense. What's holding me back from divorcing him for so long? The flat. I don't know how I'm going to find accommodation after I divorce. But it doesn't matter to me anymore. I just want out.
He doesn't even want to talk. He said I just wanted things to go my way.
What's wrong with my way? His ways are totally warped and wrong.
For 4 years, I've lived as if I've never married, except that I have more expenses to pay for. I'm quintiessentially the single mother that I always had and have been. I still take Coco out on trips alone. I still foot bills on my own. I still pay for Coco's stuff. No one supports us. And worse, I have to make trips down to my parents' place so that she could eat home-cooked food. Otherwise, it's packed food all the time which I deem as unhealthy.
This marriage has held nothing for me, except torment and stress. I don't even have the most basic of what a marriage SHOULD offer ie. companionship. Throughout this marriage, I'm a loner. Thorough, total loner. Yes, it includes being sexless.
I've decided that enough is enough. This marriage is plain nonsense. What's holding me back from divorcing him for so long? The flat. I don't know how I'm going to find accommodation after I divorce. But it doesn't matter to me anymore. I just want out.
Sunday, 13 December 2009
Education is a Marathon
Coco was with me when we went to Malaysia for the past few days.
My 4th sister was visibly, and audibly, worried when she saw how slow Coco was in going about her business ie. eating, doing her work and responding to others when she's called.
She said I really ought to do something about it, like finding her someone to compete with (since I have noted that she works best when under a certain amount of stress or competition). And that I ought to change her character or personality before I go into her academics.
As someone who's alienated from the concept of bringing up a child, I can see where she's coming from, and I would agree with her if I don't have a child myself. Yet as a parent with a child whose academics are at stake, I have to disagree with her.
Personality and character are inherent in us. We have a Chinese saying '江山易改，本性难移', meaning 'A leopard cannot change its spots'. If I were to change her character before I do something about her academics, Coco could very well end up in a stream or school that's less desired. Having been a secondary student in a neighbourhood school, I had suffered from the negative impact of being in a class that wasn't exactly enthusiastic about academic achievements. It also affected the way I looked at education for a long time, so much so that it has a lasting effect on my whole life!
The main and painful lesson that I take away from this is: a secondary school is extremely, if not most, important in shaping a child's future.
This is why I saw it vital, and literally did everything that I could to make sure, that Coco got into a good primary school so that she could up her chance in going to a good secondary school, and preferably a girls' school.
Introspectively, I thought my intention for Coco to get into a good secondary school from the start could stem from my belief that education is a marathon.
In a marathon, your performance has to be consistent. You can't start with a sprint and slow down later. You can't tell yourself you'll have it nice and slow first, or better yet, sit down and rest first, and then do very well at the last stage, because chances are, you won't even reach that last stage. But a good start, without a sprint, will be nice. It boosts your confidence and allows you to see how far you are from the ones in front and behind.
This is also one of the reasons I intend to spend a few years to build up Coco's foundation in Chinese. I'm not prepping her for her yearly Chinese exams, although those exams are good indicators of how well she's coping at each level. I am aiming more at her PSLE. I hope that by the time she reaches PSLE, she will be quite, if not very, competent in using the language.
I'm a Chinese lover (passionate about Chinese as a language and subject). Even now, I'm still constantly amazed by the use of Chinese especially in the area of writing. I truly want Coco to embrace the language as well.
My 4th sister was visibly, and audibly, worried when she saw how slow Coco was in going about her business ie. eating, doing her work and responding to others when she's called.
She said I really ought to do something about it, like finding her someone to compete with (since I have noted that she works best when under a certain amount of stress or competition). And that I ought to change her character or personality before I go into her academics.
As someone who's alienated from the concept of bringing up a child, I can see where she's coming from, and I would agree with her if I don't have a child myself. Yet as a parent with a child whose academics are at stake, I have to disagree with her.
Personality and character are inherent in us. We have a Chinese saying '江山易改，本性难移', meaning 'A leopard cannot change its spots'. If I were to change her character before I do something about her academics, Coco could very well end up in a stream or school that's less desired. Having been a secondary student in a neighbourhood school, I had suffered from the negative impact of being in a class that wasn't exactly enthusiastic about academic achievements. It also affected the way I looked at education for a long time, so much so that it has a lasting effect on my whole life!
The main and painful lesson that I take away from this is: a secondary school is extremely, if not most, important in shaping a child's future.
This is why I saw it vital, and literally did everything that I could to make sure, that Coco got into a good primary school so that she could up her chance in going to a good secondary school, and preferably a girls' school.
Introspectively, I thought my intention for Coco to get into a good secondary school from the start could stem from my belief that education is a marathon.
In a marathon, your performance has to be consistent. You can't start with a sprint and slow down later. You can't tell yourself you'll have it nice and slow first, or better yet, sit down and rest first, and then do very well at the last stage, because chances are, you won't even reach that last stage. But a good start, without a sprint, will be nice. It boosts your confidence and allows you to see how far you are from the ones in front and behind.
This is also one of the reasons I intend to spend a few years to build up Coco's foundation in Chinese. I'm not prepping her for her yearly Chinese exams, although those exams are good indicators of how well she's coping at each level. I am aiming more at her PSLE. I hope that by the time she reaches PSLE, she will be quite, if not very, competent in using the language.
I'm a Chinese lover (passionate about Chinese as a language and subject). Even now, I'm still constantly amazed by the use of Chinese especially in the area of writing. I truly want Coco to embrace the language as well.
'Manual' mode
I just want to announce to God-knows-who:
I have, and am learning, how to use the 'Manual' mode!
All along, 'Manual' mode is a mystery to me. Why should I be using M mode when Aperture-priority, Shutter-priority, P, Auto, and all the pre-set modes ie. Portrait, Landscape, Nightscene are just as good, if not better, in helping me to capture the images?
And I always suck at using the M mode. It's always too dark, too bright, too blurry. Never a great picture. However, I continue to endeavour in using the Aperture-priority mode so that I don't degenerate into using the P or Portrait modes all the time. I'm a firm believer of difficult or impossible to unlearn what you have learnt, especially the wrong methods, so I try very hard to improve instead of deprove most of the time, except when it comes to Maths, and maybe Science.
I was in Malaysia the few days before and I was shooting my hometown all over.
Some shots came out too dark or too bright when I used Aperture-priority mode. At one point, I decided to change to M mode so that I could adjust the shutter speed to 'control' (can you imagine me using the word 'control' camera-wise?) the amount of light coming in. And it worked well. From there, I try to remember that if my shutter speed is too high or too fast when shooting a still object or posed picture eg. 1/100, I'll get dark picture. If I want a less exposed picture (the sun is too bright), I need to up the shutter speed so that less light can come in.
It's a small kind of 'awakening' for me where camera and photography is concerned. I've always read that shutter speed has to do with the letting of light in, but somehow, I couldn't digest it. Now I am starting to understand.
Wow, as I reflected on all these, I feel that I've come a long way in learning about how the camera works. I still have loads to learn and these are just peanuts, but I'm just very glad that my camera did not become a white elephant like I had first worried that it might.
I have, and am learning, how to use the 'Manual' mode!
All along, 'Manual' mode is a mystery to me. Why should I be using M mode when Aperture-priority, Shutter-priority, P, Auto, and all the pre-set modes ie. Portrait, Landscape, Nightscene are just as good, if not better, in helping me to capture the images?
And I always suck at using the M mode. It's always too dark, too bright, too blurry. Never a great picture. However, I continue to endeavour in using the Aperture-priority mode so that I don't degenerate into using the P or Portrait modes all the time. I'm a firm believer of difficult or impossible to unlearn what you have learnt, especially the wrong methods, so I try very hard to improve instead of deprove most of the time, except when it comes to Maths, and maybe Science.
I was in Malaysia the few days before and I was shooting my hometown all over.
Some shots came out too dark or too bright when I used Aperture-priority mode. At one point, I decided to change to M mode so that I could adjust the shutter speed to 'control' (can you imagine me using the word 'control' camera-wise?) the amount of light coming in. And it worked well. From there, I try to remember that if my shutter speed is too high or too fast when shooting a still object or posed picture eg. 1/100, I'll get dark picture. If I want a less exposed picture (the sun is too bright), I need to up the shutter speed so that less light can come in.
It's a small kind of 'awakening' for me where camera and photography is concerned. I've always read that shutter speed has to do with the letting of light in, but somehow, I couldn't digest it. Now I am starting to understand.
Wow, as I reflected on all these, I feel that I've come a long way in learning about how the camera works. I still have loads to learn and these are just peanuts, but I'm just very glad that my camera did not become a white elephant like I had first worried that it might.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Photoshop CS4 - Vignette
I hadn't got around playing with Photoshop CS4 although I've had it with me for weeks!
I got it installed just a couple of days ago and decided to see if it was easy to 'play around with'. To my dismay, and technological shock, I found it incredibly difficult to get anything done. The information on 'Help' was too much and too hard for me to digest and I didn't know what I really want to achieve except that I wanted to be decent in the ability to use Photoshop.
Today, I was on Clubsnap forum and saw a picture that has the blackening effect on the edges of the photo. I had wanted that effect on my pics long ago but didn't know how to do it. The thread starter who shared his pics told me that it was an 'inherent characteristic' of Holga cameras. I wikipediaed it and found the word 'vignette'.
I googled 'Vignetting an image using Photoshop CS4' and it led me to a youtube video. I tried following it but I kept getting a 'hand tool' icon instead of having the different tools working for me. In my frustration, I googled for the reason for the appearance of the icon. Surprisingly, many people get it at one point or another. Some swore by the method of 'Edit>Preferences>General>Reset all warning dialogs'. Although it worked the first time, it didn't work for the subsequent times. Another person shared that he hit spacebar and it was resolved. I thought it was too good to be true, but I tried it anyway, and it worked for me!
Then I tried to upload a picture in Photoshop file that I've vignetted but wasn't successful. I googled again for 'Converting Photoshop file into JPG' and I found the solution:
1) Save the picture as Photoshop file
2) Reopen the file
3) Save the picture as Jpeg or JPG
The original copy of Photoshop file seemed like a must to keep for the moment. So I'll just keep it first.
I learnt 4 things today:
1) Holga cameras
2) Vignetting an image (albeit a rudimentary attempt)
3) Resolving the 'hand tool' icon issue
4) Converting a Photoshop (PSD) file into Jpeg or JPG file
Wow! A great achievement for a technophobic!
I got it installed just a couple of days ago and decided to see if it was easy to 'play around with'. To my dismay, and technological shock, I found it incredibly difficult to get anything done. The information on 'Help' was too much and too hard for me to digest and I didn't know what I really want to achieve except that I wanted to be decent in the ability to use Photoshop.
Today, I was on Clubsnap forum and saw a picture that has the blackening effect on the edges of the photo. I had wanted that effect on my pics long ago but didn't know how to do it. The thread starter who shared his pics told me that it was an 'inherent characteristic' of Holga cameras. I wikipediaed it and found the word 'vignette'.
I googled 'Vignetting an image using Photoshop CS4' and it led me to a youtube video. I tried following it but I kept getting a 'hand tool' icon instead of having the different tools working for me. In my frustration, I googled for the reason for the appearance of the icon. Surprisingly, many people get it at one point or another. Some swore by the method of 'Edit>Preferences>General>Reset all warning dialogs'. Although it worked the first time, it didn't work for the subsequent times. Another person shared that he hit spacebar and it was resolved. I thought it was too good to be true, but I tried it anyway, and it worked for me!
Then I tried to upload a picture in Photoshop file that I've vignetted but wasn't successful. I googled again for 'Converting Photoshop file into JPG' and I found the solution:
1) Save the picture as Photoshop file
2) Reopen the file
3) Save the picture as Jpeg or JPG
The original copy of Photoshop file seemed like a must to keep for the moment. So I'll just keep it first.
Baby at 13th month
I learnt 4 things today:
1) Holga cameras
2) Vignetting an image (albeit a rudimentary attempt)
3) Resolving the 'hand tool' icon issue
4) Converting a Photoshop (PSD) file into Jpeg or JPG file
Wow! A great achievement for a technophobic!
Monday, 7 December 2009
Visiting List
While the kids are still sleeping in, I decided to blog more before I'm held hostage.
I haven't done much with the kids this hol. Primarily because they are down with flu, cold, fever (Baby) and wheezing and cough (Coco).
Reading other mummies' blogs make me realise there are quite a few places that I'd wanted to visit with the kids. I better list them down first:
1) The Wave Bridge
2) The Marina Barrage
3) Sentosa
4) Orchard Road for Xmas Lighting
Tentative others:
5) Tree top walk (as I just discovered)
Actually, when I re-looked at the visiting list above, I thought the order should be reversed ie. Orchard Road goes first and the Wave Bridge last. It's exactly how I want it to be!
I'll have to be patient and wait for their sicknesses to clear up.
I haven't done much with the kids this hol. Primarily because they are down with flu, cold, fever (Baby) and wheezing and cough (Coco).
Reading other mummies' blogs make me realise there are quite a few places that I'd wanted to visit with the kids. I better list them down first:
1) The Wave Bridge
2) The Marina Barrage
3) Sentosa
4) Orchard Road for Xmas Lighting
Tentative others:
5) Tree top walk (as I just discovered)
Actually, when I re-looked at the visiting list above, I thought the order should be reversed ie. Orchard Road goes first and the Wave Bridge last. It's exactly how I want it to be!
I'll have to be patient and wait for their sicknesses to clear up.
A Strange Wedding
A few days ago, about a day after the Staff Dinner, I dreamt of James, a colleague, and Michelle Chia getting married.
Perhaps it was because James was the overall-in-charge of the Dinner and he was up there making the opening speech before the Dinner commenced. We took a picture together as well. About two days before that, we chatted abit at our colleagues' Malay wedding. An ex-colleague who left one week after I joined the school asked if I was his wife or girlfriend as I was smiling at her and sitting beside him. After that, he said,"You're my wife for tonight." After all, I studied Literature and we were supposed to read alot in between the lines, and tried to squeeze all possible implications and insinuations and sarcasms from the lines. So I thought that line has some sort of sexual implication there as well. Haha ... of course he probably didn't mean so, but given the person who reads and thinks too much into things, I couldn't help but went that way in my thought.
I sidetracked again.
Okay. I dreamt of him and Michelle Chia. They were getting married in a cosy chapel-like place, with alot of dark-wood elements around it. The pews, the long stretch of altar (like the one at Trinity College) etc. Michelle Chia wasn't even in her wedding gown. She had her hair tied in two plaits and she was in this pink frilly blouse, with a pair of nice shorts. And she was preparing some sort of drinks for the reception as she was making her wedding speech! She was saying something to the effect of "It doesn't matter what form the wedding takes, as long as we love each other and mean to marry each other." And James agreed.
The guests, including me, felt so touched we wept. The whole atmosphere was such that it was very touching.
About a day after the wedding, I went to this swanky boutique that Michelle Chia opened. James attended to me. However, the moment I tried to touch a unique dress at the collar, he stopped me from putting my hand to it as he didn't want me to taint or spoil the dress in any way! In the dream, I was an aspiring fashion designer (haha ... look how far-fetched a dream can be) and I was trying to find ideas from that dress. So I was shocked when James loved his wife so much that he wouldn't allow me, a lowly commoner, to touch an apparel that's hung for display.
After the snub, I walked out of the boutique. And that was just about my dream ended.
Perhaps it was because James was the overall-in-charge of the Dinner and he was up there making the opening speech before the Dinner commenced. We took a picture together as well. About two days before that, we chatted abit at our colleagues' Malay wedding. An ex-colleague who left one week after I joined the school asked if I was his wife or girlfriend as I was smiling at her and sitting beside him. After that, he said,"You're my wife for tonight." After all, I studied Literature and we were supposed to read alot in between the lines, and tried to squeeze all possible implications and insinuations and sarcasms from the lines. So I thought that line has some sort of sexual implication there as well. Haha ... of course he probably didn't mean so, but given the person who reads and thinks too much into things, I couldn't help but went that way in my thought.
I sidetracked again.
Okay. I dreamt of him and Michelle Chia. They were getting married in a cosy chapel-like place, with alot of dark-wood elements around it. The pews, the long stretch of altar (like the one at Trinity College) etc. Michelle Chia wasn't even in her wedding gown. She had her hair tied in two plaits and she was in this pink frilly blouse, with a pair of nice shorts. And she was preparing some sort of drinks for the reception as she was making her wedding speech! She was saying something to the effect of "It doesn't matter what form the wedding takes, as long as we love each other and mean to marry each other." And James agreed.
The guests, including me, felt so touched we wept. The whole atmosphere was such that it was very touching.
About a day after the wedding, I went to this swanky boutique that Michelle Chia opened. James attended to me. However, the moment I tried to touch a unique dress at the collar, he stopped me from putting my hand to it as he didn't want me to taint or spoil the dress in any way! In the dream, I was an aspiring fashion designer (haha ... look how far-fetched a dream can be) and I was trying to find ideas from that dress. So I was shocked when James loved his wife so much that he wouldn't allow me, a lowly commoner, to touch an apparel that's hung for display.
After the snub, I walked out of the boutique. And that was just about my dream ended.
Unfaithfulness, Thy Name is Man
Tiger Woods' extramarital affairs have nothing to do with me, but it does set me off on a trail of thoughts.
Firstly, his perfect image as the protective and loving husband being smashed.
We all know that human beings are not perfect, but in our subsconciousness, many of us still see Woods as being 'perfect' in that he doesn't stray, especially when he has a top model for a wife and no tabloid has ever been successful in finding his fault. His image is always healthy. Always with that pearly-white smile. I'm not sure if his tan or naturally-tanned skin contributes to his healthy image.
It's quite a blow to idealistic people like me, that even Woods, someone who's fiercely protective of his privacy, falls from grace in the fidelity aspect.
Is it really so hard to be faithful?
Secondly, the society seems to accept that men being unfaithful is a norm. They often quote the well-abused phrase 'He is just a human being' to the point of it being rotten.
Aren't women 'just human beings' too? What makes women's infidelity more unacceptable than men's? And what makes men's unfaithfulness more acceptable than women's?
And why do we, more often than not, have men unfaithful rather than women?
I recall vividly how Jacky (or is it 'Jackie') Chan found the quick, perfect excuse for his act of infidelity when his female co-star stood up to expose his unfaithfulness, by claiming that she's pregnant with his baby,"我犯了全天下男人都会犯的错。" loosely translated as "I've commited the fault that the rest of the men on Earth would." It suggests that EVERY man is or will be unfaithful, and it's as if that's acceptable.
It's disgusting.
A New Paper journalist or columnist, Joanne Soh, was blasted on paper how her view of 'Men are Pigs' was twisted and that it implied that she has some issues about her own marriage.
Incidentally, those who paper-lambasted her are all men, while women supported her view. And I, of course, stand by her too, having gone through at least 2 pigs of a man.
The arguments that the men gave were weak: they started to say immature things like 'Then women should all be bitches', and they knew of women who were unfaithful too.
I mean, the world is SOOOOOO big. There will definitely be women who cheat their spouse as well, but what's the probability of women cheating as opposed to men?
It's so ironical that on one hand, men agree whole-heartedly that infidelity is something that all men would commit when high-profiled celebrities' unfaithfulness is splashed all over the papers, yet on the other hand, they try so hard to refute that claim when the title is directed at the common men. I think it also tells us that men are vain and frivolous. They want to be associated with acts commited by celebrities, yet they do not want to admit that they are fallible when the topic directs more at the vile act than the celebrity in question.
Vanity, frivolousness and unfaithfulness, thy name is man.
Firstly, his perfect image as the protective and loving husband being smashed.
We all know that human beings are not perfect, but in our subsconciousness, many of us still see Woods as being 'perfect' in that he doesn't stray, especially when he has a top model for a wife and no tabloid has ever been successful in finding his fault. His image is always healthy. Always with that pearly-white smile. I'm not sure if his tan or naturally-tanned skin contributes to his healthy image.
It's quite a blow to idealistic people like me, that even Woods, someone who's fiercely protective of his privacy, falls from grace in the fidelity aspect.
Is it really so hard to be faithful?
Secondly, the society seems to accept that men being unfaithful is a norm. They often quote the well-abused phrase 'He is just a human being' to the point of it being rotten.
Aren't women 'just human beings' too? What makes women's infidelity more unacceptable than men's? And what makes men's unfaithfulness more acceptable than women's?
And why do we, more often than not, have men unfaithful rather than women?
I recall vividly how Jacky (or is it 'Jackie') Chan found the quick, perfect excuse for his act of infidelity when his female co-star stood up to expose his unfaithfulness, by claiming that she's pregnant with his baby,"我犯了全天下男人都会犯的错。" loosely translated as "I've commited the fault that the rest of the men on Earth would." It suggests that EVERY man is or will be unfaithful, and it's as if that's acceptable.
It's disgusting.
A New Paper journalist or columnist, Joanne Soh, was blasted on paper how her view of 'Men are Pigs' was twisted and that it implied that she has some issues about her own marriage.
Incidentally, those who paper-lambasted her are all men, while women supported her view. And I, of course, stand by her too, having gone through at least 2 pigs of a man.
The arguments that the men gave were weak: they started to say immature things like 'Then women should all be bitches', and they knew of women who were unfaithful too.
I mean, the world is SOOOOOO big. There will definitely be women who cheat their spouse as well, but what's the probability of women cheating as opposed to men?
It's so ironical that on one hand, men agree whole-heartedly that infidelity is something that all men would commit when high-profiled celebrities' unfaithfulness is splashed all over the papers, yet on the other hand, they try so hard to refute that claim when the title is directed at the common men. I think it also tells us that men are vain and frivolous. They want to be associated with acts commited by celebrities, yet they do not want to admit that they are fallible when the topic directs more at the vile act than the celebrity in question.
Vanity, frivolousness and unfaithfulness, thy name is man.
Signing and Climbing
Baby is signing 'Goodbye' and 'miang kiss' very well, albeit quite unorthodox.
When signing 'goodbye', she rotates her palm instead of waving it. When 'mian kissing', she puts her hand to her mouth and let it stay there till someone plucks her hand away from her mouth. Very cute!
She's able to express her dislikes by shaking her head. If she really doesn't want certain thing eg. milk feed, she shakes her head vehemently, continuously to get the message across. Very cute!
She's also climbing her way to wherever she desires. She once cleared the toy drawer of my nephews' and sat in it! The other day, she tried to take things out from one of the CD drawers at the TV console so as to climb into it I presumed. Just a couple of days ago, she climbed onto the stroller all by herself, without any help! A very strong baby. And she's down with flu and all.
Recently, her appearance seems to be changing. Her eyes look bigger now. Her face rounder. Very cute!
When signing 'goodbye', she rotates her palm instead of waving it. When 'mian kissing', she puts her hand to her mouth and let it stay there till someone plucks her hand away from her mouth. Very cute!
She's able to express her dislikes by shaking her head. If she really doesn't want certain thing eg. milk feed, she shakes her head vehemently, continuously to get the message across. Very cute!
She's also climbing her way to wherever she desires. She once cleared the toy drawer of my nephews' and sat in it! The other day, she tried to take things out from one of the CD drawers at the TV console so as to climb into it I presumed. Just a couple of days ago, she climbed onto the stroller all by herself, without any help! A very strong baby. And she's down with flu and all.
Recently, her appearance seems to be changing. Her eyes look bigger now. Her face rounder. Very cute!
Saturday, 5 December 2009
Genting trip in process
We've bought the coach tics to Genting.
It set me back by RM550 for 5 peeps. My father was glad he had an extra RM100 on him as I'd only given him S$200, thinking that it would be more than enough.
I'm a little apprehensive about the long coach trip. I hope I'll be okay, plus Coco too! She's wheezing abit and is on her Seretide all over again. I took her off the inhaler when she started to take the deer foetus powder from Taiwan, but she doesn't seem to be doing very well. I hope that by being on Seretide again, she'll be fine again.
It set me back by RM550 for 5 peeps. My father was glad he had an extra RM100 on him as I'd only given him S$200, thinking that it would be more than enough.
I'm a little apprehensive about the long coach trip. I hope I'll be okay, plus Coco too! She's wheezing abit and is on her Seretide all over again. I took her off the inhaler when she started to take the deer foetus powder from Taiwan, but she doesn't seem to be doing very well. I hope that by being on Seretide again, she'll be fine again.
Monday, 30 November 2009
Her first long sentence
Coco spoke her first longest-ever Chinese sentence last night when she was having dinner with her cousin.
Both of them were having pig trotters soup.
My father asked them to eat the wolfberries in the soup when he saw the boy not eating them.
The boy answered,"我不要。"
Coco immediately said,"我要！它对眼睛好处！”
Although she missed out the word '有' in her speech, I'm so glad she's speaking such a profound sentence for her standard.
This is probably my best birthday present this year. :)
Both of them were having pig trotters soup.
My father asked them to eat the wolfberries in the soup when he saw the boy not eating them.
The boy answered,"我不要。"
Coco immediately said,"我要！它对眼睛好处！”
Although she missed out the word '有' in her speech, I'm so glad she's speaking such a profound sentence for her standard.
This is probably my best birthday present this year. :)
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
Bilingualism is not a mistake
Recently, MM Lee has made a speech about bilingualism being a mistake.
He mentioned that he didn't realise that it was so tough for an English speaker to learn Chinese and that the bilingual policy has been a mistake.
I seriously don't think that it's a mistake. In fact, I think that it's a very sound policy. What's so mistakish about it was the teaching method. I really thought, and still think, that the way Chinese was taught during my time was perfect. Our starting point was absolutely zero. I still remember the first few pages of the textbook at P1: there were about 3 separate pictures about body parts ie. 人，口，手.
From there, we built up our vocabulary, slowly but surely. The learning of language is very different from the learning of Maths and Science. The acquisition of a language may be slow at first, but when the spurt comes along, it just drives you all the way. You'll be motivated to read when you take an interest in the subject and languages, unlike Maths and Science, can improve by leaps and bounds just by reading, and the relevant act of speaking.
Hanyu pinyin was only taught at P3. By then, a substantial amount of characters would have been learnt. Hanyu pinyin was a breeze. It's crazy to learn hanyu pinyin as 'foundation' for learning Chinese. Just because English is learnt through phonics doesn't mean that it is applicable for Chinese. This is exactly what's wrong with the teaching of Chinese. Which idiot actually thought of using hanyu pinyin to teach Chinese?!! It actually hampers the understanding of Chinese as a language and neglects the way the strokes should be learnt.
I've benefited immensely from the biligualism incorporated into our education system. I've always thought it a pity that Chinese is no longer taught the same way as it was. It was effective, unthreatening, and provides comfort zones at different levels, at different points to students. I remember reading a wide variety of original student writings in the newspapers when I was in primary school and aspired to write like that, yet at the same time, knew that I had to develop my own style of writing, subconciously. I never got any of my works published, but I was happy to top my Chinese classes sometimes. And I continued to keep a Chinese diary into my mid-twenties.
One of these day, I might just blog in Chinese. It's a beautiful language that doesn't deserve to be strangled. Yeah, I know it's insulting (to me) that I'm contemplating sending Coco to a Chinese enrichment class. I've deliberately alienated her from learning Chinese for years for fear of her getting confused over the two languages, and trying to get her to be really good in English. To me, English is still a struggle after all these years. Many times, I feel that I'm pretending to be good in English, especially in speaking it, when deep down inside, I feel so inadequate with using the language. It's just not me. It sounds crazy right?
It's my sense of inadequacy that drove me to alienate Coco from learning Chinese from young. I feel that Chinese is an easy language that anybody can pick up anytime, so I deliberately delayed her timeline of learning it. It sounds crazy. But that's exactly what I did. Now, I fear that I can't reverse the mistake. I'll just have to try to make her like the language in any way I can, with stories, and simple, readable stories that she can read on her own.
I hope that one day, she will take to the language as brilliantly as she has with English.
And I hope that day will come fast, before she hits P6.
He mentioned that he didn't realise that it was so tough for an English speaker to learn Chinese and that the bilingual policy has been a mistake.
I seriously don't think that it's a mistake. In fact, I think that it's a very sound policy. What's so mistakish about it was the teaching method. I really thought, and still think, that the way Chinese was taught during my time was perfect. Our starting point was absolutely zero. I still remember the first few pages of the textbook at P1: there were about 3 separate pictures about body parts ie. 人，口，手.
From there, we built up our vocabulary, slowly but surely. The learning of language is very different from the learning of Maths and Science. The acquisition of a language may be slow at first, but when the spurt comes along, it just drives you all the way. You'll be motivated to read when you take an interest in the subject and languages, unlike Maths and Science, can improve by leaps and bounds just by reading, and the relevant act of speaking.
Hanyu pinyin was only taught at P3. By then, a substantial amount of characters would have been learnt. Hanyu pinyin was a breeze. It's crazy to learn hanyu pinyin as 'foundation' for learning Chinese. Just because English is learnt through phonics doesn't mean that it is applicable for Chinese. This is exactly what's wrong with the teaching of Chinese. Which idiot actually thought of using hanyu pinyin to teach Chinese?!! It actually hampers the understanding of Chinese as a language and neglects the way the strokes should be learnt.
I've benefited immensely from the biligualism incorporated into our education system. I've always thought it a pity that Chinese is no longer taught the same way as it was. It was effective, unthreatening, and provides comfort zones at different levels, at different points to students. I remember reading a wide variety of original student writings in the newspapers when I was in primary school and aspired to write like that, yet at the same time, knew that I had to develop my own style of writing, subconciously. I never got any of my works published, but I was happy to top my Chinese classes sometimes. And I continued to keep a Chinese diary into my mid-twenties.
One of these day, I might just blog in Chinese. It's a beautiful language that doesn't deserve to be strangled. Yeah, I know it's insulting (to me) that I'm contemplating sending Coco to a Chinese enrichment class. I've deliberately alienated her from learning Chinese for years for fear of her getting confused over the two languages, and trying to get her to be really good in English. To me, English is still a struggle after all these years. Many times, I feel that I'm pretending to be good in English, especially in speaking it, when deep down inside, I feel so inadequate with using the language. It's just not me. It sounds crazy right?
It's my sense of inadequacy that drove me to alienate Coco from learning Chinese from young. I feel that Chinese is an easy language that anybody can pick up anytime, so I deliberately delayed her timeline of learning it. It sounds crazy. But that's exactly what I did. Now, I fear that I can't reverse the mistake. I'll just have to try to make her like the language in any way I can, with stories, and simple, readable stories that she can read on her own.
I hope that one day, she will take to the language as brilliantly as she has with English.
And I hope that day will come fast, before she hits P6.
A Short Trip Up North in Progress
I'm about to take my parents up to Genting for a short trip.
It's something quite sudden. I didn't plan for it. I was prepared to station myself in Singapore for the whole hols. After all, I told Coco that she wasn't going anywhere this hols due to her poor results.
After enquiring from other colleagues on their whereabouts this hols, it tempts me to take my parents elsewhere.
They have been to Genting a dozen times, or at least a dozen times. I'm not sure if they mean to help me save money or they want me to go there too since I've never been there before although I claim to be a Malaysian. The whole of Singapore has probably been there at least once and I've never been there. It's amazing huh.
My colleagues were shocked to hear that I haven't done any form of booking yet and advised me to do so asap. They said that 'most' (I don't know if they were referring to the agencies, coaches or hotels - I took it as hotel rooms) are already booked. So I've been searching for Genting related websites and trying to see which are good rates. I haven't been very successful in narrowing down anything. I hope I can settle it by tomorrow so that I can confirm the trip with my parents.
It's something quite sudden. I didn't plan for it. I was prepared to station myself in Singapore for the whole hols. After all, I told Coco that she wasn't going anywhere this hols due to her poor results.
After enquiring from other colleagues on their whereabouts this hols, it tempts me to take my parents elsewhere.
They have been to Genting a dozen times, or at least a dozen times. I'm not sure if they mean to help me save money or they want me to go there too since I've never been there before although I claim to be a Malaysian. The whole of Singapore has probably been there at least once and I've never been there. It's amazing huh.
My colleagues were shocked to hear that I haven't done any form of booking yet and advised me to do so asap. They said that 'most' (I don't know if they were referring to the agencies, coaches or hotels - I took it as hotel rooms) are already booked. So I've been searching for Genting related websites and trying to see which are good rates. I haven't been very successful in narrowing down anything. I hope I can settle it by tomorrow so that I can confirm the trip with my parents.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
A Relook at My Life
I came back to my parents' house with the two kiddos yesterday.
William was out since morning and I didn't want to be cooped up in the house with the two kids myself. I know I'll get frustrated and the negative energy will get to Coco. So I lugged the baby's things and all to my parents' place.
I was so relaxed that after a dim sum session at Crystatl Jade Kitchen, I conked out on my sister's bed for about 4 hours. Then I slept again at an early hour at about 9 or 10pm. It was restful indeed. I woke up at 5.30am just now and decided that I've had enough sleep.
I actually dreamt about myself contemplating seriously over a divorce. That sets me thinking about it again.
I've been living as a single mother, with the tag 'married' on me, and without the assets or benefits of being married. There are alot more liabilities than assets in fact. Two banks have rejected my application for a credit card for reasons not revealed to me, but there is only one obvious reason: that the debt-incurring, zero-credibility William is my spouse.
I've thought about things that I might want to attempt besides teaching all my life.
I'm starting to wonder if I should at least try to obtain a driving license. I'm a technophobic and machines frighten me. I've a tendency to mess up things related to machines. People don't understand why I don't have the common sense to know how machines work. I can't read the symbols on the machines, which are supposed to be 'úniversal'. I have an immense fear about cars blowing up while I'm in it, as the driver. I'm worried that I might be the agent for car accidents, or worse, kill somebody while driving.
But recently, I'm thinking about getting a license. I never know when I'll need one. Besides, it doesn't look really difficult. Hey, even someone uneducated is able to pick it up, how difficult can it be, right? But then again, they don't have the kinda fears that I have. I can always dismiss them as being paranoia although they still linger somewhere within me.
I'm wondering if I really just want to do teaching all my life, without trying any other things out.
If I don't have kids, what will I do? Will I give up teaching and try out some other jobs? This is a question I've been asking myself, and haven't got an answer for yet.
If I don't have the baby, would I have divorced William one year ago?
They are 'ífs' questions, no doubt. Some people say that there's no use dwelling on the ifs. But at this point of my life, I feel that they do help me look at things from other perspectives and not feel so negative about my life. Without the ifs, I would feel that this is my destiny - trapped in a life of woes, without the ability to change the course.
I set a new year resolution this year, that I will put divorce on the cards. It's nearing year end.
I look indecisive. It's because the decision is not about me. It's about the baby. I tell myself that I've done the least I could for her ie. to give her a life. But I can't be dragged into the mud for her. I need a life for myself. Everytime I see pictures of beautifully renovated, cosy flats, it reminds me of the dream I have - to have a nice home that I can call my own. With William, I never know when we'll divorce and the furniture sell off at cheap prices. I don't even know if any bank will just barge in and auction off the items.
I don't want to live with uncertainties.
William was out since morning and I didn't want to be cooped up in the house with the two kids myself. I know I'll get frustrated and the negative energy will get to Coco. So I lugged the baby's things and all to my parents' place.
I was so relaxed that after a dim sum session at Crystatl Jade Kitchen, I conked out on my sister's bed for about 4 hours. Then I slept again at an early hour at about 9 or 10pm. It was restful indeed. I woke up at 5.30am just now and decided that I've had enough sleep.
I actually dreamt about myself contemplating seriously over a divorce. That sets me thinking about it again.
I've been living as a single mother, with the tag 'married' on me, and without the assets or benefits of being married. There are alot more liabilities than assets in fact. Two banks have rejected my application for a credit card for reasons not revealed to me, but there is only one obvious reason: that the debt-incurring, zero-credibility William is my spouse.
I've thought about things that I might want to attempt besides teaching all my life.
I'm starting to wonder if I should at least try to obtain a driving license. I'm a technophobic and machines frighten me. I've a tendency to mess up things related to machines. People don't understand why I don't have the common sense to know how machines work. I can't read the symbols on the machines, which are supposed to be 'úniversal'. I have an immense fear about cars blowing up while I'm in it, as the driver. I'm worried that I might be the agent for car accidents, or worse, kill somebody while driving.
But recently, I'm thinking about getting a license. I never know when I'll need one. Besides, it doesn't look really difficult. Hey, even someone uneducated is able to pick it up, how difficult can it be, right? But then again, they don't have the kinda fears that I have. I can always dismiss them as being paranoia although they still linger somewhere within me.
I'm wondering if I really just want to do teaching all my life, without trying any other things out.
If I don't have kids, what will I do? Will I give up teaching and try out some other jobs? This is a question I've been asking myself, and haven't got an answer for yet.
If I don't have the baby, would I have divorced William one year ago?
They are 'ífs' questions, no doubt. Some people say that there's no use dwelling on the ifs. But at this point of my life, I feel that they do help me look at things from other perspectives and not feel so negative about my life. Without the ifs, I would feel that this is my destiny - trapped in a life of woes, without the ability to change the course.
I set a new year resolution this year, that I will put divorce on the cards. It's nearing year end.
I look indecisive. It's because the decision is not about me. It's about the baby. I tell myself that I've done the least I could for her ie. to give her a life. But I can't be dragged into the mud for her. I need a life for myself. Everytime I see pictures of beautifully renovated, cosy flats, it reminds me of the dream I have - to have a nice home that I can call my own. With William, I never know when we'll divorce and the furniture sell off at cheap prices. I don't even know if any bank will just barge in and auction off the items.
I don't want to live with uncertainties.
Friday, 20 November 2009
I am negative
Today, we had a Science Department meeting for 3 hours.
I'm indeed shocked to find teachers agreeing that children are 'ceteris paribus', so it's easier to remediate them.
I always thought teachers would think that all children are unique. Even if they are weak in a subject, they are weak in different topics, and in different topics, different areas. Not one child is the same even in their academic weaknesses. Only their results are 'ceteris paribus'.
I am a firm believer of differentiated instructions, but our education system certainly does not agree with this belief.
By 'effective', I mean the remediation must produce results. Even if the children still fail the subject, they should start to border on the 40s range, not remain the same. I don't know what these teachers mean when they say that the programme is 'good'. I didn't want to be rude and start to go into the statistics of the children who pass under them, because of the 'good' remediation programme.
To me, P3 is just too young to have level remediation. They need their form teachers, not some teachers who see them once a week. I'm not sure how those teachers do remediation when they don't even know the children. If there's no relationship between two parties, I don't know how you can see progress. Coco has become more serious about piano ever since she started learning from this new teacher. I believe that it's because the teacher is forming a good rapport and relationship with her.
I just wanted to speak up and voice my opinion, but it seemed to me the other teachers feel that I'm too negative about everything. But most of them don't teach P3, and if they did, they only took the best class. They don't understand that an average P3 child is really a P1 child trapped in a 9-year-old body. They don't have the discipline and motivation to learn on their own, do work on their own. Oh yes, most of these teachers do not have any kids of their own either.
The Science HOD asked if we wanted to get the kids to do Young Scientist Card. I voted against it as well because I struggled to get my weak kids to even do a one-star activity to chalk up another 8 stars. I had to use my curriculum time to get them to complete the activities, with me telling them exactly what to do, giving them the answers, so as to meet the department target of having 80% of the class completing the all-important Card.
The teacher who collected the cards said that "Most of the classes had 80% of the class completing the cards." Yeah, because I forced my kids to do it. Die die forced them to.
I speak up because I know some things don't work. And I know the struggles a teacher handling an average or weak class has to go through just to get them done. But it looks like they are not welcomed.
I'll have to shut my trap the next time.
I'm indeed shocked to find teachers agreeing that children are 'ceteris paribus', so it's easier to remediate them.
I always thought teachers would think that all children are unique. Even if they are weak in a subject, they are weak in different topics, and in different topics, different areas. Not one child is the same even in their academic weaknesses. Only their results are 'ceteris paribus'.
I am a firm believer of differentiated instructions, but our education system certainly does not agree with this belief.
By 'effective', I mean the remediation must produce results. Even if the children still fail the subject, they should start to border on the 40s range, not remain the same. I don't know what these teachers mean when they say that the programme is 'good'. I didn't want to be rude and start to go into the statistics of the children who pass under them, because of the 'good' remediation programme.
To me, P3 is just too young to have level remediation. They need their form teachers, not some teachers who see them once a week. I'm not sure how those teachers do remediation when they don't even know the children. If there's no relationship between two parties, I don't know how you can see progress. Coco has become more serious about piano ever since she started learning from this new teacher. I believe that it's because the teacher is forming a good rapport and relationship with her.
I just wanted to speak up and voice my opinion, but it seemed to me the other teachers feel that I'm too negative about everything. But most of them don't teach P3, and if they did, they only took the best class. They don't understand that an average P3 child is really a P1 child trapped in a 9-year-old body. They don't have the discipline and motivation to learn on their own, do work on their own. Oh yes, most of these teachers do not have any kids of their own either.
The Science HOD asked if we wanted to get the kids to do Young Scientist Card. I voted against it as well because I struggled to get my weak kids to even do a one-star activity to chalk up another 8 stars. I had to use my curriculum time to get them to complete the activities, with me telling them exactly what to do, giving them the answers, so as to meet the department target of having 80% of the class completing the all-important Card.
The teacher who collected the cards said that "Most of the classes had 80% of the class completing the cards." Yeah, because I forced my kids to do it. Die die forced them to.
I speak up because I know some things don't work. And I know the struggles a teacher handling an average or weak class has to go through just to get them done. But it looks like they are not welcomed.
I'll have to shut my trap the next time.
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Once bitten
Yesterday, I was pretty upset over a parent's feedback on a survey form.
I had been getting a girl who failed her CA2 English to stay back every Mon, Wed and Fri to get her to read to me, and I always asked her to read a book or two in English before she came to me so that she could relate the story to me. Eventually, I got her to write book reviews, and include her opinion and feelings about the book by elaborating the parts that interest her. I also edited the reviews to model the language and correct her English.
My intention was so that she would be inculcated with an interest in reading English storybooks.
However, on the survey form, the father indicated 'Strongly Disagree' on 'The teacher is approachable and (blah blah blah)', and wrote his comments as 'The remedial lessons conducted were too late for SA2'.
What I was doing wasn't even a remedial lesson for the child. Technically speaking, the child is not eligible for English remedial class, which was conducted by two other teachers, because there are much worse cases than her.
I felt hurt and injustified that my good intention and goodwill was not appreciated.
I was forking out my time and effort to get the girl to read English books in the hope that this habit will continue even after she's no longer under me, yet the parent bites the hand that feeds him. If that's not ungratefulness, I don't know what is.
I'd informed the mother that I was worried about the girl and I would do this to help her, yet it wasn't communicated to the father who penned the survey.
I have no wish to go clarify the issue with the father as I might get agitated and say things that I shouldn't. And I'm just not one of those people who say "I don't have to do this, you know, but I'm doing this because I care for your child." I find it too wayang, although it's exactly because I care that I did what I did.
When teachers' efforts meet with ingratitude, guess what they will do next time when they encounter similar situations? Teachers are just human beings, not saints. We try to be, but I for one am not.
I'll try to ignore children who need help next time, so that I don't get bitten again.
Furthermore, English is a subject that does not improve by leaps and bounce within a short span of time. Many people don't seem to realise that. They think that English, like Maths and Science, has instant antidote.
What teachers do for English is to do the construction work, building, building and building. The skyscraper may not look promising now, but when the time comes, the whole building will come into its own.
I had been getting a girl who failed her CA2 English to stay back every Mon, Wed and Fri to get her to read to me, and I always asked her to read a book or two in English before she came to me so that she could relate the story to me. Eventually, I got her to write book reviews, and include her opinion and feelings about the book by elaborating the parts that interest her. I also edited the reviews to model the language and correct her English.
My intention was so that she would be inculcated with an interest in reading English storybooks.
However, on the survey form, the father indicated 'Strongly Disagree' on 'The teacher is approachable and (blah blah blah)', and wrote his comments as 'The remedial lessons conducted were too late for SA2'.
What I was doing wasn't even a remedial lesson for the child. Technically speaking, the child is not eligible for English remedial class, which was conducted by two other teachers, because there are much worse cases than her.
I felt hurt and injustified that my good intention and goodwill was not appreciated.
I was forking out my time and effort to get the girl to read English books in the hope that this habit will continue even after she's no longer under me, yet the parent bites the hand that feeds him. If that's not ungratefulness, I don't know what is.
I'd informed the mother that I was worried about the girl and I would do this to help her, yet it wasn't communicated to the father who penned the survey.
I have no wish to go clarify the issue with the father as I might get agitated and say things that I shouldn't. And I'm just not one of those people who say "I don't have to do this, you know, but I'm doing this because I care for your child." I find it too wayang, although it's exactly because I care that I did what I did.
When teachers' efforts meet with ingratitude, guess what they will do next time when they encounter similar situations? Teachers are just human beings, not saints. We try to be, but I for one am not.
I'll try to ignore children who need help next time, so that I don't get bitten again.
Furthermore, English is a subject that does not improve by leaps and bounce within a short span of time. Many people don't seem to realise that. They think that English, like Maths and Science, has instant antidote.
What teachers do for English is to do the construction work, building, building and building. The skyscraper may not look promising now, but when the time comes, the whole building will come into its own.
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Sick
I'm trying to accomplish a feat: blog every day for a month.
Why do I want to do that?
Well, I used to keep a Chinese diary when I was much younger, and I tried to write as often as I could, but I'm not so faithful in blogging. I'm not sure why.
Anyway, I'll see if I can do just that. It's not very wise for me to blog at my workplace since they do track the websites you visit. The consequences might not be optimistic for me should my boss discover my blog. When I get home, it's not easy to blog either. I don't feel comfortable having someone watching over my shoulder while I blog. So I usually wait for the kids to sleep and William not around before I type anything here.
Okay, I wanted to blog about my diarrhoea. I think it's back. For a few days in a row, I've felt a niggling pain on my left side of my tummy, presumably the large intestine, which from my observation of Coco's doctor's diagnosis, could be some stubborn stool remaining inside, causing the discomfort. This morning, they all whooshed out and I lost a good 300g from that. How would I know how much they weigh? I weighed in at the scale after I went to the toilet, and it read '44.9 (kg)'. Then I went to take a bath. After that, it read '44.6 (kg)'. Don't tell me bathing made me lose any calories or weight. Yeah, the way I see it is weird. I just thought perhaps the body hasn't fully recovered from the 'shock' of whooshing out the wastes, so it remained 300g heavier. After washing myself up, the body sort of relaxed itself and so it was able to show its real weight.
Why do I feel like it sounds rubbishy?
Anyway, I'm more concerned and delighted about the fact that I'm seeing '44' on the scale!
But I just went to the toilet again, and it's again a mash of squeash. Diarrhoea can make one lose appetite as well. I was just starting to fall in love with the unagi omelette rice served at a Japanese foodcourt in Yishun, but having this diarrhoea makes me feel nauseous just thinking about the saltiness.
Why do I want to do that?
Well, I used to keep a Chinese diary when I was much younger, and I tried to write as often as I could, but I'm not so faithful in blogging. I'm not sure why.
Anyway, I'll see if I can do just that. It's not very wise for me to blog at my workplace since they do track the websites you visit. The consequences might not be optimistic for me should my boss discover my blog. When I get home, it's not easy to blog either. I don't feel comfortable having someone watching over my shoulder while I blog. So I usually wait for the kids to sleep and William not around before I type anything here.
Okay, I wanted to blog about my diarrhoea. I think it's back. For a few days in a row, I've felt a niggling pain on my left side of my tummy, presumably the large intestine, which from my observation of Coco's doctor's diagnosis, could be some stubborn stool remaining inside, causing the discomfort. This morning, they all whooshed out and I lost a good 300g from that. How would I know how much they weigh? I weighed in at the scale after I went to the toilet, and it read '44.9 (kg)'. Then I went to take a bath. After that, it read '44.6 (kg)'. Don't tell me bathing made me lose any calories or weight. Yeah, the way I see it is weird. I just thought perhaps the body hasn't fully recovered from the 'shock' of whooshing out the wastes, so it remained 300g heavier. After washing myself up, the body sort of relaxed itself and so it was able to show its real weight.
Why do I feel like it sounds rubbishy?
Anyway, I'm more concerned and delighted about the fact that I'm seeing '44' on the scale!
But I just went to the toilet again, and it's again a mash of squeash. Diarrhoea can make one lose appetite as well. I was just starting to fall in love with the unagi omelette rice served at a Japanese foodcourt in Yishun, but having this diarrhoea makes me feel nauseous just thinking about the saltiness.
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
She and her best friend
She loves her Pooh Bear bolster for as long as I remember. I can't even remember when she first had it. I only recall getting it for her as a bolster because she cannot have anything furry or woolly for anything. This Pooh is getting quite old and beaten but she still loves it anyway.Chinese Musical
I took Coco to the Chinese Musical, 生命之树, put up by her school last night.
It was impressive, considered being the first-time production of the school. The massiveness of participants, time and effort put in is not too hard to imagine, amidst the exams and all.
I bumped into Coco's English teacher and she said that the whole production is purely based on voluntary basis. For the whole ten months of preparations, I've never even heard about it, and neither had Coco, until the tickets were ready for sale.
When Coco showed me the letter on the Musical, I didn't think anything of it, until I saw her less-than-satisfactory Chinese results. I thought perhaps the musical could be a way to interest her in Chinese. The tickets were a bit on the steep side though. It cost $45/pax for better seats and $35/pax for the cheaper version and matinee.
I couldn't make it for the matinee obviously so I opted for 2 tickets for 7 - 9pm.
I almost couldn't make it still because I felt so bad after I had fever on Saturday and diarrhoea on Sunday, although I really wanted to go. I'm not exactly a big fan of musicals and plays although I've always been a literature student, but I wanted to be there with Coco.
In the end, I took a fifty from William and took a cab to NUS University Cultural Centre. The trip alone cost $30.
After knowing that the whole production is voluntary and not through deliberate recruitment which goes through the usual audition drill and all, I couldn't help but compare the school with mine. It'll never work in my school. Oh well, life's unfair anyway.
Sunday, 15 November 2009
UK Couple Sued Photographer
The worst nightmare for a bride on her big day: an irresponsible and incompetent wedding photographer.
The photographer in question delivered 400 photographs, of which only 22 were of acceptable standard. The rest couldn't make the cut. Heads were chopped off, overexposed pictures, group shots didn't look like group shots, weird angle, no standard wedding shots. Oh yes, their thank-you card was printed with both their names misspelled! Incredible!
My sympathy lies with the couple.
Fortunately, they had various people approaching them to offer to sponsor a recreation of their wedding.
They are fortunate in that they could relive their wedding moments and have them rephotographed. But still, the ugly episode would have already left a permanent dent in their memory of their wedding. Every time they recount their wedding, they would be reminded of how they were treated by a 'professional' photographer.
Despite all the research, it's still difficult to know if the photographer is a good one until the day he shows you the pictures. Sure, we could see his portfolio and a series of wedding photographs that he's taken, but we all know we only showcase the best of what we have. So in my opinion, it's still not a foolproof method to find a 'good' photographer. After doing all the research by going through a thousand of them, we can only put our faith and trust in the photographer and hope that he'll do his best for us.
The photographer in question delivered 400 photographs, of which only 22 were of acceptable standard. The rest couldn't make the cut. Heads were chopped off, overexposed pictures, group shots didn't look like group shots, weird angle, no standard wedding shots. Oh yes, their thank-you card was printed with both their names misspelled! Incredible!
My sympathy lies with the couple.
Fortunately, they had various people approaching them to offer to sponsor a recreation of their wedding.
They are fortunate in that they could relive their wedding moments and have them rephotographed. But still, the ugly episode would have already left a permanent dent in their memory of their wedding. Every time they recount their wedding, they would be reminded of how they were treated by a 'professional' photographer.
Despite all the research, it's still difficult to know if the photographer is a good one until the day he shows you the pictures. Sure, we could see his portfolio and a series of wedding photographs that he's taken, but we all know we only showcase the best of what we have. So in my opinion, it's still not a foolproof method to find a 'good' photographer. After doing all the research by going through a thousand of them, we can only put our faith and trust in the photographer and hope that he'll do his best for us.
Enrichment Classes
I had the chills yesterday and it lasted from morning till late evening.
I slept at 9 pm and woke up at 2 am. Can't get to sleep after that. The backache that I got from the after-effect of epidural bothered me quite abit, so in the end I woke up to do some online chatting, surf net and eventually blog here.
I realised it hasn't been easy to get Coco to like Chinese to the extent of getting her to write Chinese characters through her own initiative. It bothers me because I find it difficult to understand what's there not to like about Chinese. And it dawns on me that it could have been a grave mistake to alienate Coco from Chinese since her babyhood. Now she is not able to recognise characters in her textbooks although technically, she should have already learnt them.
I'm starting to source for enrichment centres. For someone who doesn't believe in paying others to tutor the kid, I'm adopting the 'If you can't beat them, join them' mentality.
I'm left with little choice because it's hard going getting Coco to do Chinese stuff. It never occurs to me that she would dislike Chinese or find it a challenge to cope with. I always thought it part of our nature to like and be interested in anything Chinese ie. words and stories.
I'm starting to be afraid that it might be too late to start her on Chinese. I hope I'm wrong.
I've faxed over to The Learning Lab on English enrichment. Let's see how it turns out.
I've also enrolled Coco in the piano course conducted by Asia Music School. The Chinese-national teacher seems friendly and kind. She doesn't force Coco to do things that she resists and teaches her patiently. I hope that this time round, Coco can at least take her Grade One exam some time next year. It has been unpleasant dealing with private piano tutors, especially the last one. Private ones tend to take advantage of the fact that you're relying on them for everything from lessons to taking exams. In short, they are not as professional as the ones teaching in schools. And part-time tutors are dubious and fly-by-night. Some have been known to cheat money from parents. Even the last piano tutor I had, by the name of Fanny (yeah, she didn't even give me her surname), cheated me of $50. She was incapable of sending Coco to the Grade One exam and had the gall to say that my slot had been given up to another child, which in my opinion was dubious, and thus could not continue with the lessons. To say that I was disgusted is an understatement. It makes me seriously doubt the integrity of musical instrument learners and that was one of the reasons I wanted to stop Coco from learning piano. I didn't want her to be like these people.
Eventually, I felt that it's more the upbringing and inculcation of values that matter more rather than what you learn. Besides, she seems more interested in learning piano this time round. When I sat in the last lesson, it was clear to me that she was paying attention and asking pertinent questions whenever she was not clear about what the teacher was teaching. I asked her what made her so interested this time round. She replied that 2 of her classmates played beautiful piano pieces in class and they had Grade Five. She said the whole class was only this quiet when their teacher threatened to get the one who talked to wash the toilet.
I only realised that the previous tutors had been making the mistake of getting Coco to do a Level Three piano book when she hadn't done Level Two. It made the task of playing the pieces highly challenging as she hadn't picked up the skills at Level Two yet. I myself was put off by the difficulty level of the pieces. It was only when this current teacher showed us the Level Two book that I realised what we've been missing out. Level Two is a bridging of the skills learnt at One and Three. And the private tutors had not been able to notice that! It speaks alot of the integrity and capability of private piano tutors.
I'll see how it goes with this music school. So far, I quite like the teacher, although she is a Chinese national. A piano tutor must be able to inculcate the love and interest for playing piano, which I thought was lacking in the private tutors. Surprisingly, I found it in this piano teacher from a music school. Most people would think that private instructors and tutors are better since they are able to get business by their own virtue. However, I beg to differ for piano tutors, at least for the time being.
I slept at 9 pm and woke up at 2 am. Can't get to sleep after that. The backache that I got from the after-effect of epidural bothered me quite abit, so in the end I woke up to do some online chatting, surf net and eventually blog here.
I realised it hasn't been easy to get Coco to like Chinese to the extent of getting her to write Chinese characters through her own initiative. It bothers me because I find it difficult to understand what's there not to like about Chinese. And it dawns on me that it could have been a grave mistake to alienate Coco from Chinese since her babyhood. Now she is not able to recognise characters in her textbooks although technically, she should have already learnt them.
I'm starting to source for enrichment centres. For someone who doesn't believe in paying others to tutor the kid, I'm adopting the 'If you can't beat them, join them' mentality.
I'm left with little choice because it's hard going getting Coco to do Chinese stuff. It never occurs to me that she would dislike Chinese or find it a challenge to cope with. I always thought it part of our nature to like and be interested in anything Chinese ie. words and stories.
I'm starting to be afraid that it might be too late to start her on Chinese. I hope I'm wrong.
I've faxed over to The Learning Lab on English enrichment. Let's see how it turns out.
I've also enrolled Coco in the piano course conducted by Asia Music School. The Chinese-national teacher seems friendly and kind. She doesn't force Coco to do things that she resists and teaches her patiently. I hope that this time round, Coco can at least take her Grade One exam some time next year. It has been unpleasant dealing with private piano tutors, especially the last one. Private ones tend to take advantage of the fact that you're relying on them for everything from lessons to taking exams. In short, they are not as professional as the ones teaching in schools. And part-time tutors are dubious and fly-by-night. Some have been known to cheat money from parents. Even the last piano tutor I had, by the name of Fanny (yeah, she didn't even give me her surname), cheated me of $50. She was incapable of sending Coco to the Grade One exam and had the gall to say that my slot had been given up to another child, which in my opinion was dubious, and thus could not continue with the lessons. To say that I was disgusted is an understatement. It makes me seriously doubt the integrity of musical instrument learners and that was one of the reasons I wanted to stop Coco from learning piano. I didn't want her to be like these people.
Eventually, I felt that it's more the upbringing and inculcation of values that matter more rather than what you learn. Besides, she seems more interested in learning piano this time round. When I sat in the last lesson, it was clear to me that she was paying attention and asking pertinent questions whenever she was not clear about what the teacher was teaching. I asked her what made her so interested this time round. She replied that 2 of her classmates played beautiful piano pieces in class and they had Grade Five. She said the whole class was only this quiet when their teacher threatened to get the one who talked to wash the toilet.
I only realised that the previous tutors had been making the mistake of getting Coco to do a Level Three piano book when she hadn't done Level Two. It made the task of playing the pieces highly challenging as she hadn't picked up the skills at Level Two yet. I myself was put off by the difficulty level of the pieces. It was only when this current teacher showed us the Level Two book that I realised what we've been missing out. Level Two is a bridging of the skills learnt at One and Three. And the private tutors had not been able to notice that! It speaks alot of the integrity and capability of private piano tutors.
I'll see how it goes with this music school. So far, I quite like the teacher, although she is a Chinese national. A piano tutor must be able to inculcate the love and interest for playing piano, which I thought was lacking in the private tutors. Surprisingly, I found it in this piano teacher from a music school. Most people would think that private instructors and tutors are better since they are able to get business by their own virtue. However, I beg to differ for piano tutors, at least for the time being.
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Photography is a science, not an art
Ironically, I haven't touched the DSLR for a comparatively long time. The truth be told: I'm rather disillusioned with DSLR photography in my own way.
Fancy someone saying being 'disillusioned' with photography huh.
I thought that photography is an art. Yeah, I thought, as what the avid photographers, amateurs and professionals on Clubsnap, claim.
But the more I delve into it, the more I feel that photography is a science, and at some point, maths.
Judging from the high frequency of the use of numbers, and accuracy of speed, aperture and a host of other things related to photography, it's hard for me not to relate it to science, and maths.
I won't claim to be artistic. But having learnt some basic and rudimentary level of drawing and painting at O level, I never saw art as being related to a host of numbers, accuracies and speed.
It was, in fact, far from all those.
We were asked not to use rulers to draw a straight line. Precision was never an absolute requirement for an even decent picture. We didn't even think that there was a 'precise' colour to use for any object. When we mixed colours, we didn't break them up into fractions ie. one-third of black and two-thirds of white will give me that grey that I want. It was more intuitive than anything. The only speed-related issue was to paint fast enough so that the oil paints didn't dry up before you finished a painting.
My idea of 'art' is quite far from what the photographers on Clubsnap envision to say the least.
I get abit repulsed by them saying 'Photography is an art'. I'm very tempted to refute that claim, which of course I knew would be met with hostile objections, given how self-righteous some of the users are.
I started to feel this way when I realised that most of those 'beautiful', 'breath-taking' pictures were post-processed, or were taken using sophisticated lens and filters, or even some high-end cameras. Didn't they always say 'It's not the camera, but the man behind the machine'?
I'd always imagined that 'the man behind the machine' can do wonders and it's him who, by his knowledge, skills and experiences, captures those awe-inspiring pictures. But now it dawns on me that when they say 'knowledge' and 'skills', they actually meant knowing what kinda lens, setting, white balance, aperture, shutter speed blah blah blah to use.
In art, when we say that a person has the skills, the artist actually draws from scratch, mixes the colours from scratch, and paints the picture brush by brush to get the desired picture. There's no sophisticated machine to help him with his creation.
Or perhaps to me, a technology dinosaur, art remains as something very manual. I can't relate it to technology. To me, anything to do with technology has less of a human touch, and art has alot to do with human touch.
I'm not against technology. Technology is mankind's greatest invention. It brings about efficiency, effectiveness in many areas and creates wonders in things like digital photography. However, when it comes to art, I have my doubts, and reservation. True, it creates amazing images in photography, but it disappoints me greatly when I try to steal behind its back to look at the process of creating the images.
Art is different. It never fails to amaze and fascinate how each art piece is created. A lot of thoughts go into the planning, drafting, actual drawing and painting and eventually the final touches.
I'm definitely not dismissing photography or despising it. I'm just abit pissed by people who self-righteously claim that it's an 'art'. Perhaps it is in its own way, but definitely not the way I see it. The way I see it, the more monies you have, the more beautiful a picture you can create. That's not what art is. A 'skilful' artist does not need to have a lot of money to create a beautiful painting.
To me, art is not just the final product. I like to know the process that creates it as well, and very often, the process is very intriguing and creative. Unfortunately, photography loses out a great deal in this department. It's at most the use of certain equipment, which costs a certain sum of money to acquire.
I started feeling melancholic about photography when someone in Clubsnap mentioned that my kit lens is 'useless' indoor without flash. I always thought that it's me who failed to properly utilise the lens, resulting in blurry or underexposed pictures. I always imagined that a skilful photographer would overcome the poor lighting problem indoor. It makes me feel cheated by the tagline 'It's not the camera. It's the man behind the machine.' and the whole hoax of DSLR photography.
No, no. I'm not dismissing DSLRs, although I sound close to that. I still enjoy the sharp images my D90 brings and I appreciate a great deal the good pictures as a result of fast shutter speed.
I just want to voice my opinion on photography on being more science than art.
Fancy someone saying being 'disillusioned' with photography huh.
I thought that photography is an art. Yeah, I thought, as what the avid photographers, amateurs and professionals on Clubsnap, claim.
But the more I delve into it, the more I feel that photography is a science, and at some point, maths.
Judging from the high frequency of the use of numbers, and accuracy of speed, aperture and a host of other things related to photography, it's hard for me not to relate it to science, and maths.
I won't claim to be artistic. But having learnt some basic and rudimentary level of drawing and painting at O level, I never saw art as being related to a host of numbers, accuracies and speed.
It was, in fact, far from all those.
We were asked not to use rulers to draw a straight line. Precision was never an absolute requirement for an even decent picture. We didn't even think that there was a 'precise' colour to use for any object. When we mixed colours, we didn't break them up into fractions ie. one-third of black and two-thirds of white will give me that grey that I want. It was more intuitive than anything. The only speed-related issue was to paint fast enough so that the oil paints didn't dry up before you finished a painting.
My idea of 'art' is quite far from what the photographers on Clubsnap envision to say the least.
I get abit repulsed by them saying 'Photography is an art'. I'm very tempted to refute that claim, which of course I knew would be met with hostile objections, given how self-righteous some of the users are.
I started to feel this way when I realised that most of those 'beautiful', 'breath-taking' pictures were post-processed, or were taken using sophisticated lens and filters, or even some high-end cameras. Didn't they always say 'It's not the camera, but the man behind the machine'?
I'd always imagined that 'the man behind the machine' can do wonders and it's him who, by his knowledge, skills and experiences, captures those awe-inspiring pictures. But now it dawns on me that when they say 'knowledge' and 'skills', they actually meant knowing what kinda lens, setting, white balance, aperture, shutter speed blah blah blah to use.
In art, when we say that a person has the skills, the artist actually draws from scratch, mixes the colours from scratch, and paints the picture brush by brush to get the desired picture. There's no sophisticated machine to help him with his creation.
Or perhaps to me, a technology dinosaur, art remains as something very manual. I can't relate it to technology. To me, anything to do with technology has less of a human touch, and art has alot to do with human touch.
I'm not against technology. Technology is mankind's greatest invention. It brings about efficiency, effectiveness in many areas and creates wonders in things like digital photography. However, when it comes to art, I have my doubts, and reservation. True, it creates amazing images in photography, but it disappoints me greatly when I try to steal behind its back to look at the process of creating the images.
Art is different. It never fails to amaze and fascinate how each art piece is created. A lot of thoughts go into the planning, drafting, actual drawing and painting and eventually the final touches.
I'm definitely not dismissing photography or despising it. I'm just abit pissed by people who self-righteously claim that it's an 'art'. Perhaps it is in its own way, but definitely not the way I see it. The way I see it, the more monies you have, the more beautiful a picture you can create. That's not what art is. A 'skilful' artist does not need to have a lot of money to create a beautiful painting.
To me, art is not just the final product. I like to know the process that creates it as well, and very often, the process is very intriguing and creative. Unfortunately, photography loses out a great deal in this department. It's at most the use of certain equipment, which costs a certain sum of money to acquire.
I started feeling melancholic about photography when someone in Clubsnap mentioned that my kit lens is 'useless' indoor without flash. I always thought that it's me who failed to properly utilise the lens, resulting in blurry or underexposed pictures. I always imagined that a skilful photographer would overcome the poor lighting problem indoor. It makes me feel cheated by the tagline 'It's not the camera. It's the man behind the machine.' and the whole hoax of DSLR photography.
No, no. I'm not dismissing DSLRs, although I sound close to that. I still enjoy the sharp images my D90 brings and I appreciate a great deal the good pictures as a result of fast shutter speed.
I just want to voice my opinion on photography on being more science than art.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Duh
I bought an Adobe Creative Package (CS4) at student's price, which according to many is a steal. But I forgot that my CD/DVD drive isn't working.
Coco's Holiday Timetable
I got Coco to design her own holiday timetable yesterday. There were some hiccups, like she had problems dividing the paper equally into 6 parts (Monday to Saturday - as we decided that she shouldn't be doing work on Sunday), but fortunately, I realised we hadn't allocated space for 'Time', so it was a tiny blessing in disguise. She also thought that her lunchtime is flexible and put it down as 2pm or 3pm, until I pointed it out to her that lunchtime ought to be fixed, and she fixed that by using arrows to switch the items occupying the 1 - 2pm slot with her lunch.
This is her timetable:
What drove me to get her to do up her timetable so quickly was not the intelligent mother's blog. Rather, it was Coco's dismal exam results. The first time in her academic life, she brought home Band 2 for English, Maths and Chinese, with Maths at the bottom-most, and Science remaining unknown.
I was utterly stunned.
I hope that by getting her to do up her own timetable, she'll be more motivated to follow it through.
Monday, 2 November 2009
Parenting - a tall order
I recently chanced upon a very well-written blog, by a mother of two, which I shall not reveal here as linking her blog to mine might eventually be read by her many readers.
I'm very impressed with her articulate expression and precise use of vocabulary. Above all, she offers views that are well-balanced. Her parenting is so immaculate that I feel the need to learn from her. She offers constant reminders on how we as parents should give a lot of space to our kid - to grow, to develop, in their own ways, while at the same time provide proper guidance and good modelling to them. It's a tall order, but she seems to have done it really well.
I've learnt that:
1) If I tell my kid "Do your best and that'll suffice", I should really mean it.
I am guilty of saying this and when Coco comes home with marks below 90, I conclude that she hadn't done her best.
2) I need to create a timetable for Coco during the holidays, using construction paper and have it drawn up using pencils and ruler, not computer tools.
It prepares kids better when they know they have certain work to do, and not have a last minute test paper sprung on them.
At the risk of sounding juvenile, I still want to say this: I hope I can be like her.
I'm very impressed with her articulate expression and precise use of vocabulary. Above all, she offers views that are well-balanced. Her parenting is so immaculate that I feel the need to learn from her. She offers constant reminders on how we as parents should give a lot of space to our kid - to grow, to develop, in their own ways, while at the same time provide proper guidance and good modelling to them. It's a tall order, but she seems to have done it really well.
I've learnt that:
1) If I tell my kid "Do your best and that'll suffice", I should really mean it.
I am guilty of saying this and when Coco comes home with marks below 90, I conclude that she hadn't done her best.
2) I need to create a timetable for Coco during the holidays, using construction paper and have it drawn up using pencils and ruler, not computer tools.
It prepares kids better when they know they have certain work to do, and not have a last minute test paper sprung on them.
At the risk of sounding juvenile, I still want to say this: I hope I can be like her.
Saturday, 31 October 2009
To my sister
When I was young, I always wondered why I had her as my sister.
She was spoilt, bad-tempered and always calling me nasty names. She shouted and screamed at me when I asked her how to solve Maths problems.
I didn't understand what she was doing in my life until I was due to take my Maths paper for my O levels.
I was prepared to fail the paper the way I did the whole time I was in Sec 3 and 4.
That very morning, before I left for my paper, she happened to ask me,"How is your preparation?"
I shrugged and gave a non-commital reply which I can't recall.
She sat me down and spotted a few popular questions, and ran them thro with me.
She was a brilliant teacher for that day. I understood them immediately.
And went for my exam.
Most of the questions she spotted came out in the paper, and I could solve them.
I scraped through the paper with a pass.
That was when I realised why she was my sister.
Time and again, I'd imagine what would have happened to me if she had not been there.
One thing's for sure: I would not have an O level cert.
Then what? I would be working as a sales assistan in some tiny shops, selling clothes, or stationery, or shoes. I can't even work as an admin assistant or clerk. I wouldn't be able to become what I am today.
Thank you, my (elder and eldest) sister.
She was spoilt, bad-tempered and always calling me nasty names. She shouted and screamed at me when I asked her how to solve Maths problems.
I didn't understand what she was doing in my life until I was due to take my Maths paper for my O levels.
I was prepared to fail the paper the way I did the whole time I was in Sec 3 and 4.
That very morning, before I left for my paper, she happened to ask me,"How is your preparation?"
I shrugged and gave a non-commital reply which I can't recall.
She sat me down and spotted a few popular questions, and ran them thro with me.
She was a brilliant teacher for that day. I understood them immediately.
And went for my exam.
Most of the questions she spotted came out in the paper, and I could solve them.
I scraped through the paper with a pass.
That was when I realised why she was my sister.
Time and again, I'd imagine what would have happened to me if she had not been there.
One thing's for sure: I would not have an O level cert.
Then what? I would be working as a sales assistan in some tiny shops, selling clothes, or stationery, or shoes. I can't even work as an admin assistant or clerk. I wouldn't be able to become what I am today.
Thank you, my (elder and eldest) sister.
Thursday, 29 October 2009
A Good Reason, Please
I was called into the 2nd boss' office to explain why I threw away a kid's pencil case. I'm not sure if the counsellor had alerted the bosses about it or the parent emailed the bosses.
I didn't do it on purpose. I was questioning the kid on the whereabout of one of the loot and I dropped the kid's pencil case in my wastepaper basket while asking him,"How would you feel if somebody else throw your pencil case away?" Subsequently, I forgot to retrieve it and today, it's already gone.
I admitted that it's an oversight on my part and I would apologise to the parent, and would replace the item. The parent accepted my apology and she didn't want the replacement. But I insisted, because it's a matter of principle. I threw the item away, so I should make up for it.
But what gets me down is: my 2nd boss told me that I should close the case and leave it as that.
I'm disgruntled because we all know who stole the item. It's only a matter of principle that the thief should pay for it if the item cannot be found. If a company's fund is embezzled, as far as I know, the embezzler should return the money. But the 2nd boss quoted another scenario: the criminal is punished already, so he should be spared further questioning.
What punishment has the kids received? Scoldings?
No wonder thefts are so rife here. There's no consequence. Stealers keepers. There're more incentives to steal than not.
I also want to be a thief.
That aside, this matter, plus the impending big boss' talk with me regarding the crazy mother, which I got a bit of wind of from the 2nd boss, sets me thinking that perhaps these are cues for me to leave this place.
I think about going on study leave for a masters.
That would mean 'no pay'.
I'm not sure if I would be able to survive without pay. I won't be able to send Coco to her enrichment classes if I go on no pay.
If I can't go on no pay, I'll probably ask for a transfer next year, but that'll mean another one-year wait before I can leave this place. I hope I'm still in one piece by then.
But then again, many colleagues are asking for transfers next year, and their reasons are more valid than mine, so I probably won't stand a chance. I'm not even sure what reason I can give. Change of environment? A bit lame right? Disappointed with the place? Quite negative and not advisable to give such a reason. Probably might shift house? Also lame. He might counter that with,"Then wait till you shift house."
I didn't do it on purpose. I was questioning the kid on the whereabout of one of the loot and I dropped the kid's pencil case in my wastepaper basket while asking him,"How would you feel if somebody else throw your pencil case away?" Subsequently, I forgot to retrieve it and today, it's already gone.
I admitted that it's an oversight on my part and I would apologise to the parent, and would replace the item. The parent accepted my apology and she didn't want the replacement. But I insisted, because it's a matter of principle. I threw the item away, so I should make up for it.
But what gets me down is: my 2nd boss told me that I should close the case and leave it as that.
I'm disgruntled because we all know who stole the item. It's only a matter of principle that the thief should pay for it if the item cannot be found. If a company's fund is embezzled, as far as I know, the embezzler should return the money. But the 2nd boss quoted another scenario: the criminal is punished already, so he should be spared further questioning.
What punishment has the kids received? Scoldings?
No wonder thefts are so rife here. There's no consequence. Stealers keepers. There're more incentives to steal than not.
I also want to be a thief.
That aside, this matter, plus the impending big boss' talk with me regarding the crazy mother, which I got a bit of wind of from the 2nd boss, sets me thinking that perhaps these are cues for me to leave this place.
I think about going on study leave for a masters.
That would mean 'no pay'.
I'm not sure if I would be able to survive without pay. I won't be able to send Coco to her enrichment classes if I go on no pay.
If I can't go on no pay, I'll probably ask for a transfer next year, but that'll mean another one-year wait before I can leave this place. I hope I'm still in one piece by then.
But then again, many colleagues are asking for transfers next year, and their reasons are more valid than mine, so I probably won't stand a chance. I'm not even sure what reason I can give. Change of environment? A bit lame right? Disappointed with the place? Quite negative and not advisable to give such a reason. Probably might shift house? Also lame. He might counter that with,"Then wait till you shift house."
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Day 2: Temples, Lim's Garden, High Speed Rail, Dan Shui
We had our breakfast at the hotel every morning. The breakfast consisted of western and chinese-style dishes.
Western dishes included bread, sandwiches, ham and butter. Chinese dishes were some humble home-cooked dishes to go with porridge.
Coffee maker, with the porridge cauldron at the other end
Long Shan Temple
High Speed Rail
We took the high speed rail at Ban Qiao station on our return. A short trip nonetheless just to experience the train. The other stations were too far away ie. in eastern or southern part of Taiwan and we had nothing to do at those parts of Taiwan.
Just before the sun set
The Wharf
Night scene on the waters
Lovers' bridge
The mango ice shaving that the whole world loves
We were kinda disappointed by the Ah Gei Fishballs. They were basically fishballs, just bigger, and with meat inside. Not much different from our Fu Zhou fishballs.
The ferry that took us to and from Dan Shui Wharf
I was amazed and amused by the boss of this stall. Behind the make-shift stall is the actual shop that prepares the assortment of fishballs on a stick. The boss was reciting his lines like his messages were pre-recorded,"We are shui dan qing nong (loosely meaning 'our water is tasteless
but our sentiments are strong'). Come and taste our fishballs blah blah blah ..." All these recited as he was going about his chores. His voice sounded as if he was touting his ware but his eyes were not making contact with anybody. I thought it very interesting, or entertaining, rather.
Coco finally got her wish fulfilled. A tall, tall ice-cream for her.
Barbequed squid
Tie Dan, basically century eggs.
Western dishes included bread, sandwiches, ham and butter. Chinese dishes were some humble home-cooked dishes to go with porridge.
The small and cosy cafeteria
Chinese dishes
Coffee maker, with the porridge cauldron at the other endTian Hou Temple
Taipei has many temples. This temple is a stone's throw away from our hotel, so naturally, it was the first temple my mother offered joss sticks at.
Long Shan TempleSubsequently, we went to the famous Long Shan Temple. It was very big and there were many believers offering prayers, incense and joss sticks there. A beautiful building too!
Lim's Garden
Given a choice, I wouldn't take my family there. We needed to wait for our sister before we explored more interesting places so I thought we could visit this place to look at the architecture built during the Qing Dynasty as well as to while our time away. After that, we could hop on the high speed rail just for the experience. However, we spent too much time there, the whole afternoon actually. It's basically a very big garden with different buildings such as the study and pavilions.
High Speed Rail
We took the high speed rail at Ban Qiao station on our return. A short trip nonetheless just to experience the train. The other stations were too far away ie. in eastern or southern part of Taiwan and we had nothing to do at those parts of Taiwan.
Dan Shui
Just before the sun set
The Wharf
Night scene on the waters
Lovers' bridge
The mango ice shaving that the whole world loves
We were kinda disappointed by the Ah Gei Fishballs. They were basically fishballs, just bigger, and with meat inside. Not much different from our Fu Zhou fishballs.
The ferry that took us to and from Dan Shui Wharf
I was amazed and amused by the boss of this stall. Behind the make-shift stall is the actual shop that prepares the assortment of fishballs on a stick. The boss was reciting his lines like his messages were pre-recorded,"We are shui dan qing nong (loosely meaning 'our water is tastelessbut our sentiments are strong'). Come and taste our fishballs blah blah blah ..." All these recited as he was going about his chores. His voice sounded as if he was touting his ware but his eyes were not making contact with anybody. I thought it very interesting, or entertaining, rather.
Coco finally got her wish fulfilled. A tall, tall ice-cream for her.
Barbequed squid
Tie Dan, basically century eggs. Day 1: Arrival at Taipei
We arrived at Changi Airport T1 at about 8.30am and boarded the plane at 10.35am.
By the time we reached our hotel, it was already 5.30pm. 
Royal Castle Hotel
The humble reception
Our room key
Our bed
My parents' bed
Dresser, bar fridge, cupboard, water dispenser
Nice bathroom with a bathtub
We were given a family room that had two adjoining bedrooms on our arrival. We liked the idea that our rooms were just a door away and the rooms looked spacious. The only thing we didn't quite like was the only bathroom the five of us had to share. At times when more than one of us needed the bathroom, it was inconvenient. But it was a little inconvenience that we could put up with, compared with the benefits of staying together that we enjoyed.
I like the cosy 3-star hotel. The service was good in my opinion. The staff were friendly and approachable. There was, however, no bell boy to carry your luggage for you.
I like the cosy 3-star hotel. The service was good in my opinion. The staff were friendly and approachable. There was, however, no bell boy to carry your luggage for you.
We walked out from our hotel to find the MRT. They call it 'jie2 yun4（捷运）'. A milk tea guy laughed when I asked him,"Where can I find 'di4 tie3（地铁）'?"
Xi Men MRT Station
We patronised the famous Hao Da Da chicken cutlet stall. It was some uncut chicken cutlet sprinkled with chilli powder. Not as legendary as the rest of the world make out to be. In fact, the four of us couldn't finish the two pieces that we bought.
Some other stalls in Shihlin: Da Bing Bao Xiao Bing
Oyster omelette - my favourite food in Taipei. I had it on a daily basis. It's very different from the one we have in Singapore. Their oysters are smaller but seem to be fresher. No oyster smell. And the sauce that looks like chilli sauce is sweet and moistens the omelette. Very yummy!
I'm a sua-ku. I stared at the big, mo-beng, white fruit for a long time and finally, I plucked up my courage to ask the counter girl what it was. "It's bittergourd. Ours is white!"
The narrow and crowded pathway in Shihlin
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