Drawinks

The weather is attempting to murder me, lor.

A Primary 2 girl gave me 2 drawings she did, which took me by surprise,  because all I did that day was prance round the classroom like a newly-escaped tigress who lost her cubs. I absolutely breached international safety guidelines for bad vibes emission. She even gave me a little hug before she went home!

I think her drawing of me looks uncannily like me.

They like to give me drawings and I find it so sweet. Some more drawings by students:

Hmm decipher the meaning of this one? Cat will evolve into dog/pig, and then elephant, and nothing’s left in the end except a foot print.

By Jayde, who’s a very sweet girl with the best manners.

By Drago, who’s my friend Cleopatra’s brother! He’s only 8 this year. He’s also very well-mannered and never fails to greet me.

Maybe I shd send future kids to drawing lessons so they’ll all be well-mannered.

Of potatoes and kids

Went jogging for the first time in years today. I didn’t die. Guess I can do it again tomorrow. If I manage to shed my couch potato ways the Health Promotion Board should name me as its spokesperson.

But blah, I found to my horror that I can no longer cycle. After a night’s deliberation, I tried at my void deck, constantly embarrassed by the presence of passers-by. I still ram into walls. Not being able to cycle at the ripe old age of 21 is a joke. And I thought it’s one of those skills that never leave you once you’ve acquired it. I’m sad. I only jogged as it seemed a waste not to, since I was already perspiring from ramming into walls.

My sense of adventure (however warped) is inspired by the travelogue of Zhang Su Li, titled “A Backpack and A Bit Of Luck – stories of a traveller with no sense of direction”. Borrowed it yesterday and couldnt put it down. I simply need to do something with my life instead of vegetating into manure. Even manure has a use. I need to go out and happen to things, instead of waiting for things to happen to me.

Been teaching. Kids are so unconditioned by the evils of society they break my heart. The way they look at me, it’s as if they are giving their heart and soul to me whole, despite me being such a meanie teacher. A boy asked me to taste his handmade Filipino kueh. And he said:

“May I tell you something, Miss Poh?

“Yes” (sweetly- how can I not be sweet to him!?)

“Do you want me to tell you how to make it?”

“Didn’t you already tell me just now?”

“But do you still remember?”

“Uhh.. no…” (he totally rambled in his Filipino-accented English. I was so amused I didn’t really register anything!)

“Ok, I write down for you!”

And so I got:

Aww.

It’s high time I abstain from blogging. An imaginary blog exists in my brain and I post entries there at least 20 times a day.

Say No to the Needless

People who shop with me will know I reject plastic bags whenever possible. Bra made me feel quite embarrassed that day, cos she kinda “Wah! Every plastic bag you also dont want!” and basically didnt reject a single one when we shopped.

(This bag-rejecting habit has impacted my life so much my family once ran out of bags for household refuse. 😛 I also get irritated when I see people not rejecting plastic bags when they obviously dont need them. I’m sure girls with the fashionably big bags nowadays dont need p.bags for every single item they buy)

She’s disturbed that NUS recently imposed a 10 cents charge for plastic bags campus wide while I’m disturbed that the gahmen has yet to impose such charges islandwide. If I’m not wrong, IKEA is the only retailer in Singapore to charge customers for plastic bags.

To be honest, sometimes I feel there’s no purpose in my being environmentally-conscious. What difference would a few plastic bags make?

The talk at Awareness Place yesterday served as a timely reaffirmation of my actions before I revert to my old plastic-bag-stashing ways. (Btw, Chyork went too! He’s so on! And I saw Boon Kian without expecting to. It’s high time I drag bring more friends along to stop the KMS gang from mistaking poor Chyork for my boyfriend.)

In his talk Earth Day Special: Environmental Mindfulness, the speaker Joe Lim (Project Manager, from non-profit Singapore Environment Council) reminded me that:

  • Although a few degrees’ rise in temperature seems pretty harmless, it will trigger new diseases. The poorest people in the world are going to be the worst hit as they won’t have the means to deal with such problems.
  • Recycling is in itself a pollutive process, because electricity is needed and pollutants are given out. Most people, like me, will buy things according to our whims and fancies thinking, “It’s awrrite, I can always recycle the packaging”. We kinda forget that the preventive measures of reducing and reusing are much more helpful.

I’ll think twice before buying things now! Even as a girl, the age-old mystery of how girls can never have enough bags, clothes, and shoes still confounds me. Rational thinking slowly abandons us when we see aforementioned objects of desire. It seems like guys are increasingly victims of this. (Hor, Eric?)

As for Bra, I doubt our gap in ideas is going to be bridged anytime soon, and green-preaching is not going to work for anyone under 25. But I hope I can move her with my actions.

I’m also quite tired of finding myself left with up to 5 plastic bags big and small after my seemingly-innocent dimsum binge. One for the siewmai, one for the yam cake, and one for the bao. To top it off, I get a a big one to carry all the small ones. I’ve had enough. A lunchbox will be picked out as one of the lucky permanent residents in my bag soon.

Wish me luck.

A mug of Earl Grey tea now sits faithfully by my laptop amidst the tabletop paraphernalia, and I feel less alone in my struggle to complete bastard essay by tomorrow. A cup of tea solves everything. Wish me luck.

I have other more interesting things to blog about, but the niggling worry holds me back. Many words and thoughts gushing through mind like a tsunami these days, all irrelevant to essay, unfortunately. I even wrote a short story in Chinese that day. I’m still undecided on the middle part although the start and end are properly conceived.

Bastard hag of a neighbour threw what looked like the contents of a bird’s nest onto our laundry. Ball of long, grey hair (hers) and twig-like stuff. The next time I see her, I will murder confront her. Wish me luck.

Must rave

http://www.nciku.com/

I’ve finally found a good online replacement for my yellowed 现代汉语新词典 which I’ve been using since Sec 1!

It’s got meanings in both English and Chinese, it’s a breeze to use and it’s so very, very helpful!

I no longer need to translate stuff at snail speed!

It’s definitely the best tech-related thing I’ve encountered since the Reverse Dictionary, Photojojo and Mozilla Firefox.

I’m a big fan of Firefox. Internet Explorer really looks like a bawling, drooling toddler beside its suave, multitasking, intelligent counterpart.