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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Something Unusual.


Unusual. Weird. Call it whatever you wish, but Singaporeans are really different. They are split into two groups, existing as two different species. Good and bad. Helpful and selfish.

A normal and typical school day. It ended early, as it was a Friday, and we had no extra lessons. Leaning on to the glass pane of the MRT, I began planning for what to do when I reach home. No homework, no tuition, meant only one thing, play. As the welcoming thoughts of playing my favourite computer game flown into my mind, my train of thoughts were interrupted by a loud , uncouth voice near the corner of the MRT cabin. Even through the music I was listening to, I could hear him shouting on the phone. I did not really know about the exacts of the conversation , but I could make up that he was shouting over something that many people treated dearly, money.

Irritated, I continued back to fantasizing about myself playing the game and beating all other players online. Yet again, something caught my attention. As the train had reached a station, the doors flung open, only to reveal hordes of students crowding outside the door, pushing and edging their way in. Those that were alighting, had difficulties, and anger flushed their face red. From the side, I could see that glares were thrown at those who congested the entrance of the MRT cabin. However, it was not all those that had caught my eye. It was an old lady who was limping through the crowd. The shoving and pushing had prevented her from exiting the cabin, as her face carried a sulk and worrying look. Then, as the crowd forced their way through, she began exiting the cabin. "Doors Closing, teet teet teet. " Her jaws widened, shocked as he tried to make a desperate attempt to exit the cabin. The doors swung inwards, as they hit her, sandwiching her in the center. All MRT doors swing to 3/4 close before fully closing after 1 second. That one second , the impossible happened. A tall, muscular and tanned man dashed out of the cabin, hugging and grabbing the old lady with him, as he brought the lady to safety in the nick of time.

All eyes were on the man. Nobody had been daring enough or considerate enough to let the old lady go through. The old lady, showering thanks and stared at the man who saved her life. He
smiled, turned around and waved goodbye.

All of us were probably guilty and ashamed of ourselves. Those who congested the entrance, did not bother to make way for an lady probably in her seventies. If she had been caught in between the gate, we could all be deemed murderers. The rest of us, also , did nothing to escort her out of the cabin. Everyone should learn from that man. Even after being a hero, he asked for nothing in return. Nameless hero, I believe everybody in the cabin will remember you, and learn from your acts. We should all strive to be the better of ourselves, and be the better kind of our specie.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Time with family.


Its heartwarming what your family can do for you. Although you know that's not what they feel, you can't help but smile as you know they're telling you something just to make you happy. Telling a white lie cheers someone up. Knowing that people are lying just for you, really brights up your whole day.

Its a special day. Exactly 13 years back, I just came into this world alive and kicking. 13 years later, there I was seated in a Toyota Wish, planning and anticipating on the possible positive events that would happen to me later.

After entering the restaurant, which was a buffet, I scooped all that I could from the beautifully decorated plates which held delicacies. Through the course of the meal, Dad was asking Mum if she wanted more and she politely declined. The two kept exchanging mannerisms which made the dinner a weird one. After getting tired of their polite conversation, they would urge me to eat more, as the birthday boy should.

Just as I were to get my dessert, they stopped me, as the restaurant lights dimmed. Curious and puzzled, I gazed around, trying to see what happened. Then, the soothing , familiar tune of the birthday song waved into my ears. The waiter served me a white chocolate cake that sent me smacking my lips in delight. As the song ceased to an end, I began to make my wish. Then followed by the usual blowing of candle, and cutting of cake.

As the dinner ended smoothly, and we were on our way back, I couldn't seem to take the smile off my face. Thank you Dad and Mum. Not just because you gave me a pleasant surprise, but for putting up a great act for me. I know that you two always quarrel and coming together tonight was just to make me happy. Thank you so much. It has been a unforgettable birthday.


Alone.


Love is strong. No, in fact, love is the strongest emotion. Many say that money spurs one to become stronger, and allows one to do inhuman things. However, love can motivate you, making you persevere no matter how hard a difficulty may be. Love is the strongest thing around.

Having just finished a ton of piled up homework, I was pondering on what to do next. The computer at home had several problems, and thus was brought to repair by my brothers. I was all alone at home. Not knowing what to do, I walked around restlessly, trying desperately to find something to do. After what seemed an eternity, I gave up finding anything more constructive than a slow jog around my neighbourhood.

Just then, a small box caught my eye. Inside it were tiny squares filled with medicine which my mother had been taking for the past few years. High cholesterol , high blood pressure, cough medicines, gastric pain medicines and others. All there just in case she needed to put any of them into use. Apparently, she had forgotten to bring it to work.

Then, an idea struck me. Working in an office, though not as physically demanding, should be quite cold. A sweater would be the perfect present for her for her coming birthday. I wasted no time rushing to get my sewing kit and cloth that my mother used for her pastime sewing. Patiently and slowly, I started sewing bits and pieces of the sweater together. It was really frustrating to thread the needle through, and sew the pieces together. As a clumsy boy who has done poorly in home economics, it proved to be a challenging task. Even after I managed to get in a few stitches onto the cloth, my hand was pricked time and again. Irritated, I placed the cloth down and wanted to leave for my jog.

Then the loving figure of Mother flashed into my head. How much she has done for me, was beyond what I could possibly ask from her and is impossible for me to repay. What is a few minor cuts on my hand compared to her endless devotion to this family ? I felt so ashame of myself and dug my head down back to work.

Finishing up with the sweater, I hung it on her room's cabinet and felt a surge of relief flow through my body. It had been enjoyable sewing for Mother. All those cuts were worth it.

Something that happened in school.


Tell me about unreasonable teachers. Tell me about teachers who have mood swing. Tell me about teachers who scold without knowing what happened. Now tell me something that i don't already know.

Its a boring maths period as usual. As if seeing our maths teacher, Mr Tan was not bad enough, we started off the period with a maths test. Its not everyday that you have a maths test, and when you actually have one, you can be assured its going to be hard. To make things worse, I forgot to bring my calculator, in a test of intensive calculation. I have already failed my previous test, and if I failed this test as well, probably a tea session between my parents and Mr Ho is going to be scheduled.

As the test kicked off, I tried my best to do the test within my own human calculation, but proved not worthy enough. " Joe, can I borrow your calculator -----" " MARTIN! What are you doing !? Trying to cheat? You didn't even hand in your work, yet you have the cheek to copy ! Give me your work now ! " Maligned, I reluctantly flashed my book in front of Mr Tan, showing that I have already completed his work. "You expect me to walk to you ? Put it in my box ! " I walked up to his table, placing my Maths workbook down on his white box that he brought around wherever he went. "Are you trying to be funny ? Place it at my box outside the staffroom ! " Fuming with rage, he flung the book out of the window, landing at ground floor. The hair on my neck stood on its end, as I bellowed and cursed, " I misunderstood what you said ! Is there a need to throw my book out ? " Swearing under my breath, I glared at him, face red from anger. " Is that how you talk to me ? Get out ! " I stormed out of the class, still swearing under my breath, with my fists clenched.

There I am, standing outside the class, still looking for someone to tell me more about the weirdest creatures on earth --- teachers.


Monday, January 25, 2010

Problem faced. ;( Problem solved. ;)



It's not easy to continue with a thing where you know you can't win. Everyone knows that. However, not everyone knows how it feels, when you are proven and shown that you are inferior to others.

At Bukit Gombak stadium, where the competitors are moving to the start line. It was the first day of all comers, a competition to practice, and gauge where you stand, before the Nationals School Competition. I was beaming with pride and confidence before the run, as I proceeded to the start line. Dad, trust me.

"On your marks."

I got myself ready after doing a typical Victorian Tug jump. As I started to load into the starting blocks, suddenly, I felt a strong feeling overwhelming me, stiffening my whole body. Pressure took its course. It arrived at the last moment, just before I was about to begin the race.
However, this was no problem for me, as I have been trained to handle pressure, and use it to spur me on. I will win the race for Dad.

"Set."

My hips raised, as the weight of my body was felt at my fingers, preparing me to launch forward once the race has begun.

"BANG!"

The gun went, as I propelled myself forward, pushing my body forward and in front. As my head raised, after the first 20 meters, I saw a figure ahead of me. Not panicking, I remained calm as I told myself to focus on what to do, and not rush to close up the gap. Soon, he will fall behind. As each step I take, I noticed myself inching closer and closer towards him, but he, too, moved faster and faster, opening the gap. With 10 meters left, the gap between me and him was already to big to close up before the finishing line. Despair took over me as I see him cross the finishing line.

The world grew dark around me, as I eased off after the finishing line. What have I done wrong ? Nothing ! Why have I lost ? I could not comprehend. As the crowd's chanting grew louder and louder, it felt heavier and heavier, as though they were booing and jeering at me. I slouched as I walked towards my coach, as though those heavy words have taken its toll. "Sir, I'm sorry."
He merely gave a weak smile at me, and that doubles my guilt. He must be angry with me for losing. Devastated, I asked faintly, about what he thinks of me losing.

Caressing my hair lightly, " Sometimes, it's not about being the best in the world. It's about being the best of yourself. And you, have already achieved that. Work harder, everything is going to be alright."

Nodding my head, I promised to train hard, as I recalled my loving father who brought me into Track and Field. Dad, I promise you I will bring home a gold medal someday, for you are the one who brought me into this sport.

Toughest Trucker in the World

Dear diary,

I'm totally exhausted after today , as thoughts of my wife started flowing into my mind. No. I have to stay focus on my job, finishing it properly. Not easy, but I have to do it.

Today, Alan and I started off the day by visiting the Archer River Roundhouse. The people there were so enthusiastic ! The cook , Feral Cheryl , prepared an English styled breakfast, filled with half cooked bacon, with oily fried eggs. How could a day be so good you ask ? That was just the beginning, for the worse has yet to come.

During the bumpy ride, our car broke down and we stopped to repair it. Even after repairing, more problems were surfacing. The most prominent being dust. The dust was swarming in my face, blinding me and making me taste SAND ! How bad can anything else get ? Much worse. After driving through the sandstorm, we entered an area of exposed rocks, and bumpy the ride was. Not only the car, but our head had a severe bump too !

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, we arrived at the Jardine. Upon arrival, we saw Ben's truck skimming away from us, leaving us here stranded. If somebody asks me how bad can a day get, I'll answer very bad.

Love,
Gary.

Monday, January 11, 2010

MY FROG.

I have a frog named Frogger. His surname is Yong. The reason of it being my favourite pet is due to its many cool facts. Firstly, he is able to tear a phone book in half with just his left limb. Also, many of my friends say that A picture is worth a thousand words, and Frogger Yong was worth a billion words. Frogger Yong became a vegetarian not because he loves animals, but because he hates plants. If Frogger wants some shade, he will stare at the sun untill it sets. He can also kill 2 stones with 1 bird. Also, Frogger can predict the shuffle on my iPod. One of the more special abilities that Frogger has, is the ability to eat a rubix cube , and spit it out solved. Me and my friends, also have a very special rule in scrabble. If you can spell Frogger, you win the game. Forever.

The last thing that i wish to mention before I end off, is that some people wear superman pyjamas, but superman wears Frogger Yong's pyjamas.