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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Zhonghua Primary School

I went back to my primary school today to pay a visit to my teachers whom have taught me before. Actually all along I wanted to go back but I was half-afraid that they may have retired or posted out to other schools. Coincidentally , a friend of mine is currently teaching Chinese in Zhonghua. It was through her that I found out the teachers I had wanted to see are actually still there. Hence I planned to go back today since normal days I am being kept in camp and can't afford to fork out the time. The feeling was nostalgic as I walked through the familiar pathway into the school. It has been 9 years ever since I graduated from Zhonghua Primary School. The school compound has since been expanded and more vibrant with the usage of bright colours.

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Changes were evident , but certain structures still remain. The good old concourse is still there , the fish pond etc. The canteen is completely different and the stallholders are all changed except for one auntie selling snacks whom I remembered her stall was reshuffled from the old stall 7 to her current new slot. She was pleasantly surprised when I reminded her. I toured around the school compound and even though this warranted attention from students and teachers who were still having lessons , I did not mind at all. It was as if it was just yesterday I am just one of those students sitting quietly at my own desk listening to my teacher teaching. The sight of them was evocative of my own primary school days. I saw my friend teaching a bunch of kids Chinese and it was quite hilarious , because the students were rather noisy and she was literally having a hard time vying for their attention. She later told me that these students are the ones who did not do well for Chinese and has to attend extra lessons. I told her no matter what circumstances , never give up on them because she has a hand in guiding them towards the right direction in life. These kids still have a long way to go in life. Wow , I wonder what will happen if I really become a teacher in future as well. I guess I will probably face some dilemmas in handling students too.

I met up with my teachers , particularly my three favourite teachers whom nurtured and taught me before. They were my P2 , P3 , P4 & P5 form teachers respectively.

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My P2 form teacher : Mrs Chua !

Mrs Chua is a very motherly teacher who is very patient with her students. I was just a newly transferred student to Zhonghua when I was in P2 (I spent my P1 in Guangyang Primary) then. I repaid her faith in me when I joined her Buddy Reading Programme when I was in P6 to have 3 P2 juniors under my care. Basically just to read to them and help them understand the difficulties they encountered when reading such as vocabulary and pronounciation etc. I still remember their names : Yi Zhen , Yvonne and Gwee Yeong. I suppose I won't be able to recognise them out on the streets because their appearances may have changed. This programme is still on up to this day and Mrs Chua is still in-charge of it.

I didn't managed to take a photo with my P3 form teacher Mrs Goh but we had a good chat together with my P4 & P5 form teacher Mrs Ang and my P6 english teacher Mrs Tan in the staff room. Saw a couple of other old teachers whom have not taught me before but I still recognised them. They were glad to see me. I had a very palatable chat with my teachers , especially Mrs Ang.

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My P4 & P5 form teacher : Mrs Evelyn Ang !

We chatted and reminisced the good old days. My teachers all had a good impression of me as I was the quintessence of a good student back then : Diligent , unassuming , conscientious and always attentive in class. I was even a prefect back then. I think many people must have gasped in disbelieve that I was such a goody-two-shoes student back then. What happened to me in secondary school is a 180 degrees change but I am still glad that despite of all the rebellious behaviour and appearance in my gabrielite days and during the first year in JC1 , I did not do anything that will shame my ancestors or disappoint those who has high hopes for me. I am still focus on the right path and did not lose my sense of direction in life and emerged unscath in this meritocratic educational system after the primary-secondary-junior college route with a university place secured after I finished national service. My teachers are happy to see me doing well and encourage me to aim high. They are absolutely right. Nowadays , being undergrads is nothing. Just pick a stone and hit anybody , he or she is an undergrad. Just like with so many reality shows now choosing idols from ordinary folks like you and me , anybody can be a superstar or has tried to become one. The difference is getting into honours from the many basic degree holders. Even in the honours system , there are still different levels in differentiating the most zai and the normal zai and the average that comprises the rest. Gandhi once said : " Be the change you want to see in the world ". I think this is very motivating. Then again , talk is cheap. Hopefully 1 day I can live up to my own expectations and achieve my goals : happiness & success.

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Zhonghua Primary has given me the best possible primary school education , at least in my eyes. I feel very blessed and fortunate to have such great teachers who taught me and help built a good foundation for me to carry on climbing up the educational ladder. It's been very long since I last catch up with my primary school friends too , especially since all of us now lead different lives and has our own circle of friends. Hopefully , there is a reunion someday in which all of us can meet up to reminisce the good old days.

scribbled by Andrew on 11:21 PM

Friday, February 16, 2007

I caught Blood Diamonds during a not-long-ago midnight rendezvous with my brothers. Am I , or rather , we were glad that we chose this movie even though it has been up for quite sometime. With the setting in war-torn Sierra Leone in the 90s , it enables us to delve into the brutality of the African diamond trade. There is no unity and seemingly no love-lost among them as belligerent people are ready to slaughter each other out for the sake of finding that inconspicuous diamond which can decides one's fate. One such phenomenon is especially chilling : the methodology of taking young boys from their homes , putting automatic rifles in their tiny hands , depraving them into remorseless killers. One particular scene that is heart-wrenching is when Solomon's oldest child , Dia , with ghostly-haunted eyes and appearingly impassive , shouted at his dad for being a traitor and refusing to acknowledge him. In the end , what touched me was that Solomon fully portrayed his fatherly love and even though it is unclear whether Dia is ready to be amenable by his dad , still he is determined to exculpate his son by all means. This whole film intends to send a sociopolitical message to viewers about First World countries exploiting Third World countries' scarce natural resources for their own selfish needs. So guys , next time when you are thinking of buying that diamond ring for anniversary celebration or proposing to the special One , think twice. I guess after this comment , the other half of the gender population will rebutt me. Afterall as they say , diamonds are a woman's best friend. Nah , I am just joking. Diamonds can be bought , yes , but ensure that they are obtained conflict-free. 9 / 10 for this movie.

So , Valentine's Day is over. The day itself was just another normal for me , shuttling from home to camp and vice-versa. It's supposedly a day in which singletons like me dread. All along in my life up to this day I have never celebrated this occasion with anybody special , including previous relationships because they never last till this day. Unlike years before , I don't feel particular depressed is yet another Valentine's alone , but still , there is just something missing. Perhaps is the excitement of preparing something for someone special in mind and wondering what will her reaction be. My mom , being my mom who knows me too well , told me "what's yours will be yours , if is not is never meant to be". True. But I am a human afterall. I have feelings and emotions. If I say that I don't feel something , it's a lie. Life goes on though , we can only look ahead and sometimes , somethings are just meant to be left behind.

Chinese New Year is just around the corner and tomorrow will be the start of my 9 days break because I took 3 days leave next week. A shrewd calculation , you may say , but is all about planning and utilising the days of leave to the maximum. This year there are not much long weekends due to holidays being stuck in the middle of the week. The next considerable long break is effectively Christmas but I think many among my camp mates will try to chope that. I don't mind giving up that , because somebody has to be around to groom the new guys who are going to take over us. My only wish is that I don't want my 21st birthday this year to be ruined. Anyway as for now , with programmes lined up for the whole of next week , I pray that with whatever calls/messages received for the next week , just don't let me see the dreaded camp office number because one is prescient the outcome : recall for operational taskings. Please don't ruin my holidays and plans and just leave me alone , at least for next week.

scribbled by Andrew on 11:22 PM

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

1 more year to ORD

As the above heading shows , it's exactly 1 more year to ORD. Honestly , I am already tired of being part of this military organisation and am ready to "abrogate" this compulsory obligation to the nation --- at least till reservist period. How I wish too goodness that I am either working or studying now instead though. Interestingly , I have people asking me whether am I interested to sign on. No thanks , I have absolutely no desire to be in a uniform for the rest of my life --- let alone carving out a career in it. For all my jaundiced and deplorable views over this hierarchical-based system , indubitably over my dead body will I do that.

scribbled by Andrew on 10:58 PM

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