Saturday, December 30, 2006

The Holiday Travelogue that became an Eat-alogue

I booked myself a trip to Sunway in KL for a bit of RNR over the holidays. My initial plan was to concentrate on my writing while spending quality alone time with myself. I managed to do both of those of course. What caught me by surprise however, was a sumptuous selection of food, like a child lost in a candy store – the anxious and confusing feeling of fear and excitement at the same time.

Here then is a recollection and review of the few eating-places, some with regrets that I managed to get a chance to taste. This then, is a record of the holiday travelogue that became an eat-alogue.


Sunday – Uncle Lim’s Penang Laksa.

It’s my first day in KL. I wanted to try something local. Okay, so I was reminded that most of the stuff that I can get in KL is most probably what I can get in Singapore too. But hey, there has to be something right? Like Ipoh Hor Fun, Sarawak Laksa, Malacca Chicken Rice, Johor Lontong… well, the list goes on. Since I am in the capital city of the Federation, there has to be something interesting… KL has to be famous for something(?). At least, there has to a “Selangor Something”.

But no, at least not in Bandar Sunway.

But I found Uncle Lim’s. A glorified kopitiam that asks nostalgic questions like “do you remember this…?” with the illustration of an antique coffeemaker (you know the kind made of tin complete with a ‘sock strainer’). Seeing that it was actually crowded, I assumed that the food they serve must be of some caliber. So I sat down and ordered myself an item from one of the states of Malaysia, one that my aunt-in-law (who is incidentally from Ipoh) does a wicked version of – the Penang Laksa.

The verdict – it’s good. I love the sweet, tangy flavour of the stock complete with spearmint leaves, fresh red onion rings and sardines. Unfortunately, the sardines were served a tad too chunky and there shouldn’t be any sardines in Penang Laksa, not the authentic/original ones anyway.

So it’s not too bad a bowl of noodle if you are ever in KL and is looking for something edible. But there is no need to sweat if you miss it.


Monday morning - Sunway Pyramid Tower Hotel's Breakfast.

If you ever book a room in Pyramid Tower, give the breakfast a miss. Opt for “no breakfast”. There are plenty of choices around the hotel vicinity. What's more important is that the hotel's breakfast is really bad. To make things worse, they serve the same thing everyday! So it's the same shitty stuff every day of the six days I was here.

Seriously folks! Save yourself the heartache! Opt for no breakfast!

(Sigh… six more days of this crap…)


Monday evening - Tony Roma's Beef Ribs.

I had just been at the Theme Park at Sunway with my friend. So I thought I could share a platter. After all, I had overheard someone mentioned something about the servings being “American portions”.

It was perfect! The beef ribs were huge AND tender and grilled to perfection. The accompanying sauces were absolutely delicious too. We also shared a salmon salad. But what was best about it - the prices are to die for. It's the same digits in RM as it is in SGD.

If you are ever in Malaysia, a rib fan and with friends, do yourself a favour! Go get yourself hung over a rack of ribs.


Wednesday - Bar B Q Place

This is supposed to be a franchise from Thailand and it is really good.

Conceptually, it isn't very different from the Korean BBQ that has mushroomed all over Singapore. However, unlike the over marinated cousin (read 'everything tastes the same'), this version is refreshingly neither seasoned nor marinated. Instead, what you get is a serving of the freshest ingredients (choice selection of pork, chicken, beef and seafood) to be grilled and tasted at its best - i.e. its original taste.

Nevertheless, in contrast to Tony Roma's reviewed earlier, this restaurant's portions are decidedly Asian (specifically Thai). I ordered a beef set apportioned for 2 and easily polished it off. It was served on a platter of choice beef fillets, chicken fillets, fresh and tender salt-water prawns and squids sitting on a generous bed of Chinese cabbage and lettuce. It really is a complete meal of meat proteins, rice carbo and roughage aplenty - guiltless indulgence.

This restaurant is definitely on my list of 'To Go Again' eating-places. If you are ever in KL or Bangkok, do give it a try and tell me what you think.


Thursday - Lunch at Laksa Shack

Someone please get a franchise and bring it over to Singapore! It's THAT good!

Oh, and while at it, please modify the “Singapore Laksa” recipe to include fresh delicious cockles and a sprinkling of laksa leaves.


Thursday - Dinner at Sushi King.

It sucked like a black hole on speed.

I have never had a Japanese so bad that it leaves a bad taste in my mouth, literally.

Let me describe the gastronomically excruciating minutes.

I ordered a bento that was supposed to include a serving of grilled mackerel, a serving of tempura moriwase, a selection of sushi and maki and for carbo' - a serving of buckwheat noodle.

But here's what it really was.

The grilled mackerel was cold and chewy - evidence that it had been cooked and exposed for a long time. The tempura pieces tasted rancid which obviously meant that the oil had been used once too many times. Or maybe lots of too many times… I wouldn't know.

The sushi and maki samplers were bad too. The only one that was really edible was the single morsel of sake (salmon) sushi. The others were all terribly stale - the same exposed-to-air texture and taste. I mean, they would taste great if they were meant to be chewing gum but they're not, so I suppose they fail.

The ONLY saving grace of the bento was the soba (buckwheat) noodles. Served in a clear dashi soup and topped with a sprinkling of spring onions. But then again, how can you go wrong with such a simple dish of store bought soba and stock? Well, if they did even foul up this simple this, then this would have been a wordless piece of writing. I'd have been stunned to silence.

In the end, how does Sushi King fare? I am afraid it has to be dethroned as a failure. In fact, at this stage, it might even need extra credit just to score an F+.


Friday - Lunch at Chung Hing (三间庄).

This family restaurant outlet prides itself in its self-made noodles. In fact, they are very proud of how they prepare all, any and every of the dishes in their menu. They actually have a poster that deconstructs the make up of the stock, noodles and other accompaniments of a single noodle dish - demonstrating the amount of care and attention given to even the most basic of the ingredient; the stock.

Both out of curiosity and inspired awe, I stepped into the eatery and ordered their signature noodle dish of SJK noodle and a side order of prawn dumpling soup (水饺汤). I have to say this - they lived up to their claim. The stock was deliciously robust (albeit suspiciously so) and their noodles, each untangled strand of it was delectably chewy and bouncy. These are textures that I look out for and appreciate in my noodles.

The dumplings did not disappoint either. Each generously sized portion of the serving was thus filled with whole prawns, crunchy root vegetables and thoroughly well-seasoned! It's well worth the price paid for the serving - certainly an experience for the palette that has grown jaded of Chinese noodle dishes.


Friday - Dinner at O Viet.

On the last day of my holiday in KL, I booked myself an appointment with Mandara SPA. It naturally means that I should cap the treatment with a nutritious yet light meal. Conveniently, there was O Viet which I have not tried yet.

With the massage oil leaving a nutty floral lingering trail as I move (I was advised to leave the oil on for the next hour to work on my skin), I checked myself into O Viet and promptly ordered a Pho Bo Duc Biet (mixed beef noodle) and summer rolls as appetizers. For the uninitiated, Vietnamese summer rolls are the lighter, un-fried cousins of the spring rolls which I thoroughly enjoyed.

The serving of Pho Bo was expectedly delicious and refreshing with its generous array of herbs (Asian basil, spearmint) and vegetables (a whole heap of bean sprouts, yum). I absolutely enjoyed the tasty stock used to prepare the noodles as well as the delicious chilli sauce used as a condiment for the beef.

Although this restaurant isn't any special, it does however, serve authentic (to my judgment) Vietnamese food which leaves me wanting another serving of Pho Bo when I get back home.


So there's my review of the food and food places I ate and visited over my last trip to KL, which incidentally was really satisfying - wait till I start writing on the shopping segment of my holiday. It's going to leave shopaholics with a new year-end Mecca.


Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Phuket Dec'06 - Day 4 - 6

5th – 8th Dec, Tues – Fri – Patong Beach, Phuket.

My stay at Patong at the Patong City Hotel melded from one day to another. They were filled with days of tanning and nights of fabulous eats at the roadside stalls or al frescoes. But there was an incident – my otherwise idyllic stay was marred by an overt racist episode.

Good Eats!

I love the fantastic array of simple and affordable food everywhere along the streets of Patong. I had myself a plate of roasted chicken and pork rice that costs only 30 baht on the first night at Patong. Subsequently, I went back again to try their savoury glass noodle soup with an assorted meat mix. I was also at a roadside stall and tried their noodle soup with dumplings and pig’s blood curds (it tastier than it sounds, really!), also 30 baht each. Great stuff!

Too bad Baskin Robbins pulled out of Singapore. I was on an ice-cream binge at the outlet on Rat-U-Thit Road. I know I won’t get it when I am back in Singapore.

I had a night cap every night – vodkas and bacardis downed with tapas of grilled kebabs from the roadside stall outside the hotel.

Ahh… good nights.

Great Shops!

Then started my second phase of shopping. I just knew that one hour is simply not enough. Sure enough, on this second visit, I ended with a whole slew of merchandise at prices way cheaper than Singapore.

Strabucks – products that are NOT available in Singapore; an assortment of chocolates and candies and other merchandise.
Addidas – 5 to 10 dollars cheaper.
Geox shoes – about 50% cheaper.
Nautica – a few dollars cheaper – might as well.
Nino Cerruti – not even available in Singapore.
Estee Lauder and Clarins toiletries – even when compared with DFS for selected products!

Racist Snobs :-(

It was on one of these shopping trips that I experienced racism firsthand. I was on the shuttle to bring me back to my hotel when the driver turned around and asked, “Excuse me, where you going (sic)?”

“Back to my hotel…”

“Show me your key card…”

I was asked to prove my tourist identity while other passengers plied onto the free shuttle service and the driver didn’t even bat an eyelid at them. Suddenly it became clear to me that I was the ONLY Asian on board, all the others were Caucasians. It became clear that I was asked to prove my identity because of my skin colour. My identity was suspect because of my ethnicity.

In fact, there was a handful more Caucasians who jumped on board as the bus moved off. Not only did the driver not bat an eyelid or asked for ID, he even smiled and nodded at them. Well that just stank.

It did not feel good. Throughout the journey back to my hotel, I felt angry, upset and uncomfortable. The experience sucked, big time.

I was reminded of the many times I passed by tailor shops, the keepers would call out to all the Caucasians passing by, but none would give two hoots to me or any other Asian for that matter, especially the darker skin variety (I was just tanned).

It was the same at the restaurants – even though my friend and I would normally order more than any other fair skin diner in there, the waiters would still fawn over them like lovesick puppies while we wait to be serviced. And these are only a couple of the louder incidents.

It’s sad that I can only come to the conclusion that it was a racist incident, but there really isn’t any other explanation that I can conjure to excuse the whole scenario. Perhaps someone else can. In the meantime, I have been awakened to the fact that Thailand, well, at least Phuket, is not only a land of many races but also many racists. They may claim to be a land of a thousand smiles, but behind each smile carries with it a baggage of prejudices and ignorance.

So will I go back to Phuket? Well, I am already planning to visit Karon again on my next holiday. But I go there purely for geographic reasons – the natural beauty of the locale is breathtaking. However, the culture of Phuket’s economy-driven moral prejudices mars the vista. Big time. But I guess, I can go there with my blinkers on for a purely nature appreciation trip.

It’s beautiful, but blue.

Monday, December 4, 2006

Phuket Dec'06 - Day 3

4th Dec, Mon, 2230hrs – Karon Beach, Karon, Phuket.

Spent the whole day at the beach today. Jan was nice to vege out there with me.

Slumped comfortably at the beach from morning to evening. Did not get burn thanks to my newly procured Oriental Princess sunblock. In fact, now lovely tan gloriously regained!! No more pallid me! Yay! Wonder how long it’ll last though once I get back to work…

Had a scrumptious seafood dinner at a local al fresco. Ordered live lobster, fresh oysters, tom yum talay (seafood) and a plate of stir fried water spinach.

2330hrs – Hotel room, Karon, Phuket.

Aurgh! How I wish I can just chant ‘hocus pocus’ and my luggage would pack itself… all the shopping bags! It’s crazy! Time to grease up the elbow and do some packing.

Yay… the joys of shopping…

Sunday, December 3, 2006

Phuket Dec'06 - Day 2

3rd Dec, Sun, 0910hrs – Breakfast at Café Inn, Karon, Phuket.

The sun is streaming in from between the two rows of colonial-style buildings. I am having breakfast accompanied by Peter White’s familiar tunes on smoothjazz.com. I guess the café uses Internet radio service.

The atmosphere here is very relaxed, very friendly and most importantly, serene and quiet. It’s a few physical kilometers but world away from Patong.

I think Colonel would have preferred this part of Phuket more than the one were the last time…

1030hrs – Karon Beach, Karon, Phuket.

This IS a good time to visit Phuket! The sun is blazing and the cool breeze accompanies it.

I went down to the water and it is clear and pristine! Even at three meters deep, I can still see the floor bed of the beach!

There is nothing like fabulous weather, a wonderful beach and time in hand for a wonderful tanning session. All coming together well and altogether…

…lovely!

2230hrs – Hotel room, Karon, Phuket.

Went crazy shopping again. But this time round, it isn’t because of the amount I bought (although I did purchase the entire range of Clarins Men®’s range of products), rather, it’s because of the speed. We arrange with the driver to allow us an hour at each shopping center (Tesco/Lotus and Central Festival) and three at the fabulous night market (must visit when in Phuket, take a tuk-tuk). Note to self and all – one hour is simply NOT enough for ANY sort of shopping. Will go back to Central again.

The night market was FABULOUS!! Not much of things to buy, for me, per se. Stuff to buy is more for Jan, but there was food galore for me!! I went on a binge! Even though the plan was to meet after shopping and pack stuff back to the hotel to eat, I just couldn’t help myself – grilled squids in ultra hot sauce, spring rolls, once-crushed sugar cane juice and other assorted grilled meats.

Got lost for a while when trying to get to the rendezvous point with point. Fortunately, managed to get there without panicking… and then it was back to the hotel with our bags of shopping and food galore!

Saturday, December 2, 2006

Phuket Dec'06 - Day 1

2nd Dec, Sat, 1500 SGT - Changi Budget Terminal

At Changi Budget Terminal (what a horrible name!) making an entry before boarding the plane.

Had a quick lunch of mee rebus from Killiney outlet (note to self: NEVER eat from there AGAIN!)

Now logged in to wireless@sg to make an entry.

Jan is away at the duty free shop (ciggy-shopping, what else?)

By the way, the atmosphere at the budget terminal sucks. Perhaps I'm used to the atmosphere at the main terminals, maybe I am just pampered, but I still believe that traveling abroad is a big deal and the traveler should be made to feel so.

The budget terminal makes me feel sick about going away... the main one, I just feel all abuzz about boarding my flight, going up, up and away...!

2317hrs – Karon Café Inn & Restaurant, Karon, Phuket.

I have been here for only a few hours and I have decided that I won’t be recommending the place to anyone coming to Karon.

Comfortable as the place may be, it’s too bare boned to be true.

When I arrived, there wasn’t a welcome drink at the reception to greet me. I was ushered to a room that hasn’t a water boiler nor stocked room bar.

On top of that, I was promised a free wireless access but when I arrived, I was promptly told that it’s 100bht for 2 hours! Well never mind then, I shan’t surf the net. I thought I’d go and have a shower instead.

Guess what? No hot water for shower. Sigh…

Friday, December 1, 2006

For Sale: Olympus C-720 Ultra Zoom (used; BRILLIANT condition)

Hey folks! I am selling off my Olympus C-720 Ultra Zoom.

Serious buyers please bid for it at eBay!!

Click here to view the product!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

The "Go On Be Happy - I Dare Ya" Edition. Part 5

Madonna's Hung Up on Crack...

Go on... I bet ya can't resist laughing...

The "Go On Be Happy - I Dare Ya" Edition. Part 4

More than just the hated "back seat driver"...

The "Go On Be Happy - I Dare Ya" Edition. Part 3

Are you any of these cell phone users?

The "Go On Be Happy - I Dare Ya" Edition. Part 2

Things you CAN'T do when you're NOT in a pool

The "Go On Be Happy - I Dare Ya" Edition. Part 1

Appeals to the Foodie in you, dun it? *wink*

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Grandmother’s Story – The Potential of a Rubber Band.

Zero-point – a very popular rubber band game in my younger days. Excited to start my own ‘team’ of zero pointers, I got hold of a pack of brand new rubber bands and started to weave a rubber band rope. Just then, my grandma passed by my busy hands to watch me loop one rubber band to another to form the rope.

“Oh, you shouldn’t use those new bands – you’d be disappointed with their performance. You should’ve asked me for old ones…” She looked at me in a certain manner and I knew there was going to be another lesson to be learnt.

One of the necessary characteristics of a rubber band rope is its stretchability. My grandmother promptly took up one of the new bands I bought and began to pull at two opposing ends. The unseasoned band snapped within five centimeters.

I sat there agape, looking at the woven rubber band rope that was at least already two meters long. I can’t possibly use that rope, it will snap even before I start using it.

My grandmother walked with a steady pace and I saw disappear into the light of the kitchen, framed by the doorway. She reappeared, holding in her hands a bag of rubber bands. They don’t look new. In fact, many of them looked darker and glossy – a collection of coloration from age and use.

“These rubber bands have been around.” She lifted one from out of the pack and continued, “I got this one from the butcher down at the market. He used it to fasten the paper wrapper he used to foil the meat”

I took the band from her hand and looked closely at it, thinking that I could probably observe some marks that might identify it with the Uncle Lim, the butcher whom grandma usually got her fresh meat from.

“He got it from the man who got it from the delivery man who supplies him the paper wrappers, who in turn got it from his supplier of raw materials and the chain goes on.”

I looked at the band even closer – I thought I actually saw some paper-ness and raw-material-ness in it. But I was promptly brought to my senses.

“You can’t see or trace where it came from or where it’s been.” She smiled and patted my head, “But you can tell by the way it feels and how it handles being stretched.”

She stroked and stretched another band in her hand. It was amazing how supple it was. In fact, I saw the rubber band stretch to an amazing length thrice its original!

“All rubber bands are made with the ability to stretch. That’s their nature.” She continued while looping the band in her hands. “But they must be slowly eased into it. If you try to pull it all the way at once, while it is still new, it reacts by snapping – destroying itself and hurting the person holding it. But if you let it yield slowly, looping it into progressively greater objects, it will stretch and manage itself well under the pressure. It will even prove itself to be very useful. You can’t tell all that just by looking at it, but you can see by observing how it behaves when you stretch it. It can do all that simply because it has been seasoned…”

My grandmother smiled lovingly as she handed the rest of the rubber bands on her lap to me. We sat together, side by side, making the rubber band rope until it was time for her to prepare dinner.

I guess I can use this lesson as I observe how organizations handle people management and how effective they are at manpower deployment. No matter how much potential you see in a person, you still need to ease one into the task.

Try to put the person straight to hold a task of great girth and one may snap. Like the rubber band, it thus destroys itself by burning out or something similar or worse, hurting oneself and all around. On the other hand, stretch one to the task, to one’s abilities, not only will the person be able to perform better, you can also prevent serious repercussions because with experience, through seasoning, one can handle oneself far better and with greater panache and flair.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

An unglorious Gloria Jeans

It is critical for the any establishment in the service industry to have a good ‘word-of-mouth’ record. I understand that and I always try my best to compliment. However, my coffee drinking experience at Gloria Jeans (VivoCity) left not only a bad taste in my mouth, but also a couple of emotional baggage.


The rain on Saturday was incorrigible. But I must grab the opportunity that a weekend offers and go out. After a short stint at IKEA, I ventured off to VivoCity with the intention to laze at Starbucks® with a cuppa and my copy of Paul Coehlo.

Upon arrival, I passed by a candy store. Most of us would have heard of Candy Empire by now especially with their controversial and un-PC like denial of entry by wheelchair bound individuals. But then again, it’s not exactly surprising coming from a store whose namesake makes reference to what has been analogized with licensed cultural genocide and statutory national rape (A. Roy). Unable to resist, I went in to grab some goodies pre-laden with empty calories.

Judging from the crowd bustling in the shop, what Richard Branson said is true – there is no such thing as ‘bad publicity’. The queue snaked from the counter at one side of the shop right to the other. Here’s where I am totally miffed – the queue system is so bad, there were people who would just cut through the line, right under the cashiers’ noses (who are strangely oblivious to all that).

I tried to express my displeasure to the cashier who attended to me, but all I got was a wry grin of exasperation and an obligatory “ok”. Well, so much for the ‘empire’.

I thought a cup of my favourite brew at my favourite café would cheer me up. Alas, the Starbucks® at VivoCity was more crowded than a beehive in the summer. Being me, I thought I’d give the brand new Gloria Jeans outlet a try. After all, I have not tasted their coffee before.

In all truth, the coffee I was served tasted great. It was full-bodied and robust. That’s how I like my cuppa – bold and resting firmly on my tongue. I paired it with their Chocolate Obscenity – a chocolate banana cake topped with a thick layer (about two inches) of chocolate cream. It was a match made in Arabica Heaven.

Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for their service. I had been walking for miles before I decided to settle down on a seat in their café for a breather and leg rest. Before I headed for the counter to place my order, I left my bags of shopping, in their carriers on one of their banquettes. While waiting for my coffee to be served, I saw one of the staff cleaning my table of its previous occupants’ crockery.

However, when I return to my seat, to my horror, I noticed that water was splashed all over the table, onto the seat and inadvertently onto my shopping bags as well. A considerable amount of water also found its way into the bag and onto the contents. All these happened and the staff did not even bother to dry the seat or the bags.

I was appalled. The rudeness and the irresponsibility of the staff involved was just inconceivable at this day and age. Not only can I not sit on my chosen seat, even my shopping were all wet. Nevertheless I decided to give them a chance. I waited to se if any of the staff would approach me to apologize or explain.

Five minutes into my coffee and cake, I decided I had given them grace enough; besides, I need fresh carriers to transfer my shopping into. I approached the counter and told the staff on duty what happened.

“Oh, I am so sorry. You would need a new carrier wouldn’t you?” He promptly offered one to me and I asked for another. He obliged without hesitation and apologized again.

“It’s alright.” was my reply.

I was relieved that I was able to transfer my shopping into dry bags of course. However, under those circumstances, since it was through no fault of mine that my bags got wet, but rather the (ir)responsibility of the establishment that cause the distress, I was expecting more than just a couple of paper bags as compensation.

In the end I had to settle for an uncomfortable hard seat and I didn’t even get a chance to pull out my Paul Coehlo.

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Change

Sheryl Crow once sang that a change would do you good. I heard on the tube today that changes were made in the US political scene and in Singapore, changes in the penal codes for sex crimes will be addressed too. And I just love the pun there.

There was an apparent resounding call for change in the US when the people voted for the Democrats into the House. I am not REALLY sure about how the US parliamentary system works, but the senate is apparently still up for grabs (whatever that means). Well, it shows that stupid is as stupid does and it can only carry you so far. Human beings aren’t really big fans of losing their loved ones – no matter the cause or cost.

In Singapore, penal codes for sex abusers will be revised (and did I mentioned that I just LOVED the pun?). This is in light of the authorities claim to update the law to meet modern issues and keep up with the times. But one of the highlighted ones is the one about oral and anal sex. Apparently, once it has been revised, it will be okay, amongst consenting adults – so long as one is male and the other is female (that is how I understand by the term ‘heterosexual’). I wonder what would happen if a lesbian and a gay were to engage themselves in that sexual act. Would it still be legal? I also wonder if two members of the same sex were to do it, but with one taking on the ‘female role’ and the other the ‘male role’. Would that be legal too?

I know, it’s all very ironic and contradictory. Especially when the legislators (is that how they are addressed?) explained the need to adjust this change is to let “private sexual life remain just that, private”. If they are really sincere about it, why not just leave it at ‘consenting adults’. Is there a need for the defining ‘heterosexual’ bit? Afterall, sexuality is a very broad and complicated issue nowadays – the ‘modern times’.

Meanwhile, I will look forward to the announcement of the revised ‘penal codes’ on sexual issues. Snigger, snigger.

Monday, November 6, 2006

Light A Million Candles

The innocent victims of online child abuse cannot speak for themselves. But you can. Watch this video, then light a candle of support at www.lightamillioncandles.com to encourage governments, politicians and banks to eradicate the commercial viability of online child pornography.

Sunday, November 5, 2006

When darkness gives way to dawn.

When darkness gives way to dawn.

 


A rabbi posed to his students the following important question: “When does night end and day begins?”

One student replied: “When from afar you can distinguish between a goat and a sheep, the night is over.”

Another student said: “When you can see the difference between an olive tree and a fig tree, the day has begun.”

They awaited the reply of the rabbi, who finally spoke: “When you see a woman, either black or white, you tell her, “You are my sister.” When you see a man, either rich or poor, you tell him, “You are my brother.” This is when the night has ended and a new day has dawned."

- Abstract from statement by Foreign Minister Shimon Peres
World Summit for Sustainable Development
Johannesburtz, South Africa.

September 3, 2002

Free Hugs.

A child needs 3 hugs day to grow tall.

Everyone needs to know that they are loved.

A hug says it all - closeness, acceptance, affection.

So go ahead, give someone a hug today.

Spread the love.


Find out more about the FREE HUGS campaign and the website started by a volunteer touched the project.

 

 

Strength and Shield.

Jehovah Tsur
- God is my Strength

Jehovah Nissi
- God is my Banner

Jehovah Tsidkenu
- God is my Righteousness

Gabriel and Daniel
- God is my strength and my judge.

I called on the names of God and He came to my aid in my hour of need. He tramples upon the wicked and keeps his flock within his warm embrace - safe and protected, righteous and pure.


THE COMMANDMENTS

In a recent professional work review and ranking where I work, one of my superiors, a vice-principal, not only made false accusations about my conduct but also spun yarns of lies and deceptions - false testimonies about me. She (yes, it is a creature of the female sex) had tried to murder my reputation with her false yarns of accusations.

Thinking back, it was ironic that all the events happened when it did. The school, being a so-called 'mission' school was sharing messages based on the sixth and ninth commandments:

6th: You shall not murder.

9th: You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour.


Changing the context of 'murder' to 'using words to kill', the two commandments were blended into consecutive weeks' devotional messages. What was sadly and sardonically coincidental, was that these words rang over the school's PA system as she committed the heinous acts.

THE ACCUSATIONS

During the ranking exercise, she claimed that I had not followed protocol and did not turn up as instructed for school one morning. Even though I had been given the day off by applying for UPA, I was supposed to turn up in the morning to handover the day's lesson plans to the relief teacher. Unfortunately, due to some unforeseen, last minute events, I was informed after office hours on Friday evening that my presence was required elsewhere for an official matter. Since the office was already closed, I sent an urgent message to my colleague responsible for arranging relief.

Then came the reply, “Since you've applied for UPA, go ahead for your day's event. Just send a copy of your lesson plans and instruction to me and S.”

So I did. I followed protocol as the situation allowed. That was the explanation I gave when my reporting officer (RO) told me about her remarks. However, when my RO checked back with her, she claimed that the upset is not over my failure to turn up that morning, rather, it was my failure to submit any application for my apparent absence. In simple words, I was absent without official consent of leave.

Now, this is a serious accusation to make against anyone in employment and more so of a government employee. Absence without official leave (or AWOL in military circles) is a grave and chargeable offence. When my RO got back to me on this new turn of events, I launched my own investigation immediately. But it wasn't quite necessary - the application form, which I had been sure was submitted was conveniently and accessibly filed in the general office. All I had to do was ask for it and a copy was made immediately available to me. Within minutes of the request, I got a duplicate of the UPA application in question - duly signed and approved by the principle on the 20th of July, four whole days before the day of absence. I kept the duplicate after making copies of it to my RO and other superiors.

VINDICATION

I wanted, needed to be vindicated. My reputation was at stake. But when my RO sent a copy of the UPA application form to the said accuser (of the brethren), all she did was take a glimpse at the form and coldly returned it back to my RO. No apologies, no regrets.

I must give credit to my RO, she was most wonderful and supportive of me in my time of need. I was constantly assured that everything was fine and she was also concerned about doing things right by me.

Even after everything was over, she went and spoke with the principal. She wanted to make clarifications with him on my behalf. When she got back to me, she once again assured me that all was fine and everything was over. The principal had assured her that there was “no harm done”.

TWIST THE TALE

One of the messages shared over the PA over the past few days was the suggestion that when a lie is told, one can always be sure that a second one must be told to keep the first one credible and the vicious process continues, ad nauseam et infinitum.

The accuser told the first lie, which was easily broken. She then had to tell a second one to cover herself, which was once again broken since paper can never foil fires. What was the result of it all? She had now completely discredited herself before my eyes and many others who know about this incident.

That my dear reader, would now include you as well…

EPILOGUE

Recently, I was told all report book remarks are to be vetted by her. Naturally, so was mine. When the copy was returned to me after her editing, she struck out on my remarks - “improve on in”.

“Improve in” is a common grammar mistake

I went to check with my other superior in the English department.

“Should I use her wrong version or stick with my correct one.” After a check with the dictionary, C, the superior I was consulting with looked at me and said, “Use the correct one… but keep a copy of this…”

We gave each other an understanding smile.

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

Religion? Relation?

I am not interested in your lip service.

 

-God

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Revelations.

This is the week of revelation. This is the week when reality brings you down to earth. This is the week when I realize that the fate of Icarus is undesirable. No matter how high you try to fly, gravity will bring you down to earth. But if you try to resist and flap harder to overcome the pull, the sun's intense rays will melt your fragile will and you come crashing down to reality that is earth - the realm of mortals.

Performance evaluation - we get graded for our quality in the long manufacturing process line within the education factory.

“I can't grade you too high… since you're still new…”

“What would it mean if you are graded well and others who have been here far longer gets graded lower than you…?”

I am new and therefore it is impossible that I am more competent than those who have been around, presumably more experienced with their tried and tested, non-boat rocking methods. Perhaps when I have conformed into their standards of the safe and tried and tested, I will be deemed more capable and competent.

Like the irony of Icarus, neither can nor should I aim too low. For one who is deemed merely skimming upon the surface of the waters would soon succumb to the humidity and be engulfed to a watery grave. Such is the tedium of maintaining zero gravity - the motions of flotation that melds into a daily affair of everyday busy nothings.


If I am new, I am still equally condemned should I make an error on this default. Since it is something that has been done in perpetuity, my being new notwithstanding, when an error is made, it shall be hung out to dry in shame. No chance in grace given. A mistake as a result of a careless, ignorant oversight must be harped upon.

And for the one without a word of consolation but poured vinegar upon the gaping, bleeding wound, wonder no more upon your lack of a beau and extended singular status - your lack of social graces denies you of any companion.

For the one whose mouth spits venom upon the hurting, you must learn to try and revel in your single hood. You shall be thus for a long time to come.


Perhaps there is a saving grace to all these un-events - for where I am suppose to function, I have been deemed competent. This, amidst all the cruelty of the week, is a little ray of hope and happiness with in this tunnel of perpetual darkness and gloom. I look to it to surface, to joy.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

The Bitch is Back!

The walking thermostat actually brought the convocation matter up. It was a good thing I had anticipated all of this and had prepared my rebuttal – my Jewish godparents had taught me well.

It’s too bad her foot stool, flavour-of-the-month had gone to NIE for his training stint. She must be feeling the lost between her peds and this behaviour is the emotion manifested.

Poor sod, by bringing the matter up, she raised the questions why the office is deprived of people before 5 in the evening; why is a relief-teacher ‘untouchable’ and why is a teacher expected to be back in school even after applying for UPA.

Some people are too smart for themselves and become poor fools for others.

Sigh... it’s just that as a result of fighting this battle, I was fatigued and depressed over the holiday. I had to down servings of sweet stuff (double scoop gelato, honeyed sea coconut with white jelly, multiple meals) just to get myself happy again.

Watch out cats... cos’ the bitch is back! In fact, he was never gone.

Not completely anyway.

Fssssk...!

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Innovationation '06


In the end, so what technology...?

Making a Pit Stop.

Cos' at the end of the day, it's the company that counts...

Ok, so everyone has written about the outing last Saturday. I am therefore obligated so publish one as well.

I had been shopping around for places to have dinner with friends. It's to celebrate Jan and my birthdays. Both on different dates, so we found an average. The sadness of working life meant that a couple of the invited friends weren't free on Jan's actual and we had to settle for a double happiness-type do. It also meant that we are all busy as teachers and have settled into the scheme of things already.

More or less anyway.

My intention was to have it at BigO. They have flyers touting their party for six with a complimentary cake thrown in. However, that didn't come to pass since parties as such must be done on weekdays.

After a little search, a-googling on the Internet, I found the spot - Pit Stop Café at Circular Road. It is quite a misnomer actually to say that we 'found' the place. The café is tucked away in some minor road and located on the second floor of some tiny, inconspicuous shophouse. I actually broke into a sweat while looking for the place. The haze currently covering the island didn't really help with the situation either.

Worth it...?

When I did finally find the place, I was thirsting for some iced water and it was served in a cutesy water dispenser - you know the cartoonus penguin modeled personal dispenser that is all the rage now. Just to digress, I think it is ridiculous to pay SGD25 for a glorified water bottle like this. It's basically an over-priced and over-designed piece of plastic, whose job can be carried out in top-notch quality by a run of the mill 1.5 litre (the penguin's capacity) mineral water bottle.

Anyway, while waiting for the other guest of honour to arrive (i.e. Jan) the few of us who managed to locate the place (just short of using GPS and calling the National Guards) settled for some easy chats and ordered a smattering of mathematically calculated servings of finger-foods (e.g. 11 pieces of spring rolls, 11 pieces of squid, although they claim it is calamari, etc).

Finally, our gastro-call far out cried our courtesies and we decided to order our dinners before Jan's arrival. The set dinners come with time allocation for games - every table order comes with a 2-hour allotments.

Did I forget to mention that Pit Stop is one of those new-fangled, enterprising-Singaporean getups that combine café, restaurant and a board gaming center in-one? They have a whole variety of group games available for your after-dinner pleasures.

So the food was edible. It's really nothing to rave about. The interior is ultra-bright and screams tres tres cheap. IKEA, IKEA everywhere. The saving grace of the establishment is the people - referring to the customers. Customers learn about this place mostly by word of mouth or a chance passing by of their weblog site.

When one learns of the place as 'full of fun', 'good company' - provided by the attending customers themselves, no less - they enter with a positive and expectant attitude. So once the sujet a manger is settled, the customers converge into their encapsulated world of their own 'good company' for a two-hour worth of fun. It really is a smart concept. It's basically getting people to congregate and pay to entertain themselves. How very clever.

All said and done, with the excellent company I had with myself that evening, it was a fabulous evening filled with cool fun and hot gossips, catching up with one another's life.

“Marking till dawn…”

“No social life…”

“Never seen the sun for (fill in appropriate period of time)…”

It's not that different from the time when I worked as an interior architect.

But as least with teaching, I actually enjoy it - the joy I see on the children's faces is reflected and kept in my heart.

The Years
- Vincent Immanuel Pang

And then there was a knock on the door
Down a long forgotten corridor
The heart aches
The mind rakes
Memories long forgotten ingratiates

Should I return the distant call
Upon the shores of perhaps Bangalore
The mind churns
The heart yearns
With lessons it never seems to learn

It had said on occasions “never more!”
That was promised the times before
Then the heart speaks
The door creaks
And the hands returned the call with speed

Comes again the ship to navigate
As it opens - the floodgates
One proposes
The other disposes
Away again the endless cycle supposes

©2006

 

Monday, October 16, 2006

On your MARK...

Monday, 16th October

10:10 a.m.

It's the first day of PSLE marking and I am sitting at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaves after collecting an article from the post office.

I'll be heading to this school somewhere in the north district to assume my duty as a recorder for the PSLE results. The article I've just collected is from dear Terry - “For 18th October….”. It's my birthday gift from him.

Thanks! I love you too!

The End of Faith -
Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason
by Sam Harris

Dear Terry sent me a book. Curiosity got the better of me. Full of anticipation while maintaining decorum, I carefully unwrapped the parcel and there it was, the beautiful hardcover looking back at me.

Paraphrasing the book:

There is a young man, bombs, nails, ball bearing and rat poison strapped onto him. While being an eminent harbinger of death, he boards a bus and sits next to a couple who had just decided on a model of refrigerator.

When the bus was full - filled with everyday people, people who are not very different from the one you met at the supermarket today, he ignited the bomb that destroys him along with the busload of everyday people.

His parents got the news of their son's death.

They wept.

Hearts brimming with pride.

10:30 a.m.

Gotta get to marking centre! I am suppose to arrive at 11:30 a.m., that means I should have plenty of time.

10:55 a.m.

Drats… what's taking bus #13 so long…?

11:00 a.m.

Can't be late on the first day. Where's a taxi when you need one… there's one!

In the cab…

Me: Please take me XYZ Primary School. It's located in XYZ.

Cabbie: Which part of XYZ…?

M: Oh, I have the map… hold on, let me take it out…

Taxi suddenly jerks ahead, my coffee filled tumbler tumbles and dribbles onto my seat. Drops of coffee landed on my shirts and pants.

M (angry at cabbie's stupid decision to jerk ahead despite my request for him to hold on): It's at XYZ, Street 123.

I then embark on a frantic attempt to wipe off the coffee stains on my shirt and pants while silently cursing at the cabbie who evidently cannot follow simple instructions, like “hold on”.

11:15 a.m.

Finally arrive at the marking center. Ms T and Z are there. We chat and joked and waited for 11:30 to arrive.

11:30 a.m.

The person briefing us on the procedure is a nag and condescending.

The Briefer: Please be very careful and professional (yada, yada, yada, yada, yada) I am sure you would not want to give yourself any chance of committing those errors…

Me (in my thoughts): Excuse me, but I am thirty, NOT thirteen…

2:25 p.m.

I've been reading the book I've just bought - Mitch Albom's latest, “For One More Day” since the briefing earlier.

2:30 p.m.

We've been waiting in the hot and haze-filled room for the first set of marked papers to arrive so that we can tabulate and record the scores. It didn't happen till now. But since it's time for our break…

3:00 p.m.

End of the break… oh, the first set of papers that arrived half an hour ago had been settled by the other team.

Hmm… will rest and continue with my book…

3:30 p.m.

Another set arrives…

4:00 p.m.

Done. Now where's my book…?

4:30 p.m.

Ooh, time to pack up… let me place a tab on my book.

I have completed three quarters of the book.

I think I should be able to complete the book by tomorrow.

Yay… I think.

5:15 p.m.

Finally! They've cleared the papers for the day and we can leave - forty-five minutes after they announced that we are done for the day…

We'll see what further adventures will happen tomorrow (though I am not looking forward to it…).

Monday, September 25, 2006

N*SYNC: An outing with a celebrity.

Okay, so I admit it, I am slow. But in the land of celebrities that move in New York seconds, it is difficult for anyone to catch up. In any case, it's enough of the excuses and let's move on to the real stuff.

The topic of the day: Lance Bass (of N*SYNC and failed attempt at being an astronaut fame).

Lance came out publicly to end months of speculation by fans and paparazzi hounds alike about his sexuality. In an exclusive by People magazine, he came out and told reporters that he is in a stable relationship with Reichen Lehmkuhl (of Amazing Race 4 fame; remember that beefcake who was also an ex-USAF pilot?).

Everybody together, “Aww… ain't that sweet…”

I've always been a fan of N*SYNC and many other pop-harmony boy bands (not so much of BSB though). I admire them for and enjoy their musical talents. In all actuality, their personal should remain as that - personal and private, if not for their celebrity status.However, if our perception of them as public figures for their public talent should be affected by their personal choice to reveal and share their intimacies with us, perhaps the one who needs examination is not the celebrity, but the one who becomes indignant or even offended by their honesty.

Consider this, if one were drawn to a particular public talent and should be appalled and offended by the talent's personal lifestyle, what was the main reason for the initial attraction to begin with?

Think about it…

As for Lance and Reichen, and all the other gay/lesbian couples all over the world, I wish them all the happiness they deserve and should be given. It has always been my belief that love in any form is still LOVE.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Woman...

Click to enlarge view.

Vincent with a MacBook Pro.

It’s true, I am not dreaming. I am indeed typing on a MacBook Pro. It is 15.4” of pure 2.16 GHz speed processing. It is a symbol that says, “Yes, Vincent, you, uh huh, the one staring at me, is finally somewhere after all that struggle over the last 4 years.


I don’t even have to squint while reading that being typed on the screen. It’s pure, unadulterated, indescribable bliss…


Feel the metallic beauty of my machine.

P.S. Thanks James, for the help.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Poor is the Soul of One...

I was sitting on my favorite armchair, enjoying my home baked chocolate chip muffin when I thought about a little incident. It happened over the past week.


There is no need for me to bring up the context of the incident. But ponder this... I consider the one who survives on absolutes and stereotypes a poor being living on the thin veneer of a so-called existence. Bankrupt is the soul of the one who makes assumptions of the things and people around one. For one cannot experience the truth of the other entity or being but muddle all the way through life, vacantly looking from a blinkered life of colored lenses.


We ask, is one who is always smiling truly happy? Is one who cries truly sad? Perhaps one is ignorant of the truth while the other feels the full emotions of being?


We question, is one who is hardworking truly diligent? Is one who sits motionless idle? Maybe one is clueless of convenience while the other understands the value of silence and observation?


Rather than making while guesses and false assumptions, might one be the richer for it if one were to experience the other with detachment and without prejudice.


The sooty exterior of the vanilla pod masquerades an intoxicating perfume. The dull countenance of honey belies its sweetness and nourishment. Both their true beauty cannot be known unless one encounters them that can only be enjoyed through an understanding.

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

Delicious A-fare with Boredom

It’s amazing what boredom breeds and how delicious the therapeutic results can be...

Banana Nut Muffins

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

Teachers' Day 2006

Trance is blasting through my Bose speakers and I am at my usual haven. I love my comfortable cubicle - it is now lined with teachers' day gifts aplenty. The crevices of my partition is slotted with greeting cards, both handmade and bought ones; the top of the partition is adorned with an assortment of penholders, musical boxes and model cars.

It's amazing how students forget about concepts meant to be learnt in class but they remember the passing remarks made. I must have mentioned in class how I love chocolates (especially dark ones), cooking and Superman. I can't really remember when I made those comments, but the other before the students left school, I was overwhelmed by, apart from little trinkets, an assortment of chocolates - Hawaiian Host; Delfi; M&Ms; Kit Kat; chocolate fruitcake, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate muffins; etc. I even got a cookbook and a Superman action figure from the boys in my class. It's really amazing - and very endearing for the boys to remember these little details I mentioned in passing. Who says Singapore males aren't romantic and sensitive?

The celebration was like a cry-fest for me. I was crying at the slightest provocation. When one primary boy sang a Mandarin song - 童话 or Fairytales - I cried. It must have been the lyrics:

You turned to me

And told me in your tears

Fairytales aren't real

That I can't be your knight in shining armour.

You'll never know

From the moment you told me

That you love me

All the stars in the night sky

Took on a meaning

I want to become

That angel you love

In the fairytale

With my arms and wings

Spread to hold you

And keep you safe in its warm embrace.

I was tearing so profusely my shirt was spotted with damp marks from the tears dripping off my cheeks. And I am still waiting...


There was a teachers' day lunch on the actual teachers' day. I was nominated to represent my English department to take part in the ACS Idol Contest. Dressed up in a traditional baju kurung of songket, samping and complete with a bejeweled songkok, I sang “Fly Me to the Moon” from the American Songbook. It was all good fun - at least I managed to pull it off. Unfortunately, I missed out on the first prize of a return ticket for two to Phuket by three votes. Sigh...

In any case, even if it just to prove that I have a life and to maintain my sanity, I am going to Phuket or somewhere tropical and islandsy this December holiday. I have to give myself a good break; I have to go. But the question is, where...? If not Phuket, then? Krabi? Or... maybe Australia? A budget flight to Darwin...?

Is there anyone out there interested in a tropical vacation this December? Let's form a group and go, shall we? Contact me! Really!!

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Occupational Hazard... or Delight?

Gosh! Is this what they call an impromptu performance or an early release?

Saturday, August 19, 2006

A Flightful Experience.

An air travel fantasy.

Watch it all the way through... and tell me if you've never expereinced this.

Sunday, August 6, 2006

Being Creative with Bad Service.

After a slew of bad aftersale services from Creative Technologies over just ONE headset, I decide I've had enough and decided to send them a formal letter instead. This is as much also for those who are thinking of purchasing anything from them. Do check your customers' rights and aftersales warranty's limitations....


To Whom It May Concern:

Please refer to my purchase invoice number – S943732; service report reference numbers SNG-Y-21667 and SNG-Y-22253.

In respond to your GSS promotion and from positive feedback on your products from word of mouth and online reviews, I made a purchase of the SL-3100 wireless headphone on the 12th of July this year. However, I had since made 2 trips to your outlet after that to have my headset sent in for servicing. The problem with my headset is that once after a fresh recharge, static distortion is heard and audio signals keep dropping off.

Nevertheless, when I made my purchase, I was not told of the 7-day 1-to-1-exchange warranty. Thus when I first encountered the problem, I held on to tryout the set. Finally on the 30th of July, with the persistent problem from the headset, I had to make a special trip down to send the set in to the outlet at Plaza Singapura to make enquiries as to what might be the cause of the problem. I was promptly told that since the service counter has yet to be setup up, they could not answer my questions nor could they test the equipment. It was also only then that I was told of the 7-day exchange warranty, that since my purchase was made more than 7 days ago, they could not change the set for me. Thus I had to wait till later in the week for any sort of answer might be given.

I then ask if this is a common issue or was I the first to lodge such a problem report on the set. The respond was that my report was indeed unique. I then asked specifically if I could be given a new set since (a) my case was a unique problem and (b) I was not told of the 7-day exchange warranty. Unfortunately, the staff members on duty then were insisted that they cannot execute an exchange and had to sent my set in for testing and if necessary, repairs.

By then I was already disappointed with the stiff bureaucracy of the warranty procedures especially when it was through no fault of mine that I wasn’t told of the exchange grace period and therefore did not send the faulty set in earlier.

Nevertheless, on the 6th of August, I received a phone call to inform me that tests had been done on my headset and the diagnosis was a transmitter problem. Thus I was given a new transmitter. I also made another trip down and collected my headset from the Plaza Singapura outlet on that same day.

However, on the very next day after the collection, the same problems surfaced – there were audio and static distortions and the signals keep dropping after the set had been given a fresh recharge. When I made a third trip down to the outlet, I was already massively disappointed with both the quality of the product as well as the service from the company. It was further exacerbated when the staff told me to wait a further 30 to 45 minutes while they test the equipment. The worst of the scenario came when I was promptly told later on the phone that they realized it was a problem with the headset. They would have to send in the set in again for further tests and repairs before I can get it back.

If you add the two diagnosis of for the headset together, the first being the transmitter, and then the second being the headset, doesn’t it come to a full circle that the set I had purchased was faulty to begin with? Would it not have been more efficient if the staff at the outlet had made an exception and compromise and give me new set instead? Instead, what resulted was this; I had to make 3 separate and futile trips down to the outlet and with another one impending when I have to make another trip to collect the set.

In this day and age, such lapses in customer service quality, pure common sense and courtesy is simply unacceptable. I had initially been interested in the newly pre-launched 4 gigabyte Zen V Plus. However, after this experience, I am having second thoughts about purchasing it, despite the good reviews I’ve heard about it.

I sincerely hope Creative will take a grave look into this and other similar and/or related matters to prevent further embarrassment on the part of your establishment and reputation. In the meantime, I do hope that my next trip down to collect the headset would indeed be rewarded with a satisfying assurance and knowledge that the equipment is in working order and would no longer need to make another futile trip.

Sliding into the Scheme of Things...

Oh I haven't had time to update and lots and lots of things had happened.

Mel Gibson had been arrested for drunk driving and anti-Semitism - to think that he's Catholic and was the director for the Passion of Christ. Oh well. The Bush has failed in his attempts at peace in the Middle East and different vegetation has been deployed - this time round it's Rice. Let's hope this commercial crop will prove more nutritious than the common, garden variety Bush.

Meanwhile, more Asians bearing the belief that there are vestal virgins waiting in heaven have tied themselves on streaks of fatalistic ropes and joined in the fray of anti-Semitism. Apparently it is more important for these folks to go against infidels than resolving problems at home. Are they right? I'm a frayed knot - but then I could be wrong. After all, what would I know of heavens and vestals virgins?

Closer to home, Singapore has done it again - we have outdone ourselves in yet another feat. Yawn... But before you open your mouth too wide and tempt me to splash neWater into it, let me just tell you that we have succeeded in increasing the output of our water recycling capabilities while decreasing its cost of production. Sigh... We are so smart we make ourselves look dumb.

Teachers playing dress-up on Racial Harmony Day.

 

The boys in my Readers' Theater...
Even closer to home, I've been having a whale of a busy time occupying myself with schoolwork. From the last time I updated, I've experienced the Arts Fest cum Racial Harmony Day in ACS, while organizing to put up a little Readers' Theater to be performed by my primary 2 boys. Then there's the vetting of the final exam papers, which I fervently hope I have prepared the boys enough to sit and pass with panache.

But what had gotten me excited was the decision to have a Fantasy Festival based on the current English topic the primary 2s are going through. I had been asked to think of an idea of an activity to tie up the whole unit. Inspiration came in the form of a Roald Dahl Film Festival, which was subsequently merged with activities for Interdisciplinary Project Work (IPW).

We have yet to finalize the proposal for the whole festival's programme, but four of Dahl's more famous works which had been made into film versions had been shortlisted - Matilda; Charlie and Chocolate Factory; The Witches and James and the Giant Peach. The films and their contents will be used for comprehension and other English language programmes and activities. That's right, the four films will be running rings around the boys' minds.

Matilda
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
The Witches
James and the Giant Peach

 

In the meantime, I can prepare all these stuff in school because I happen to like my cubicle a lot. It's like my little haven now - very self-contained and in many ways, more comfortable than home. I've got my food and snacks and even my own coffeemaker to tide me through my oral fixations, my air revitaliser to freshen my area and even my little objets d'art to make me feel settled in. Oh yah, and it's even got air-conditioning thrown in for free.

A few months ago, when I first got my posting news from MOE that I am going to ACS, Andrew (my friend and colleague from my contract-teaching days) assured me that it is all probably for the better. He said that over here, there are more opportunities to propose ideas and see them materialize. So far, he seems to be spot on the dollar and I do hope that he is right.

Only more time will tell...

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Welcome to our world.

I remember being more excited than May when she first met Karl. I also remember being more excited than May when she said she was getting married. I also remembered being overly and overtly excited when May told me she was preggie.

Congrats to the both of you now! Proud parents of a new born baby boy!

I can say i am feeling like a proud uncle too :-)

Welcome to our world Kevin Ian Forshee! You couldn't be more loved by anyone else than your parents who brought you here. They've been waiting for you. :-) Welcome to our world.

Moving along... and doing fine.

Four weeks into my actual teaching career and life is crazy, busy and bitchy; but I am settling down into it, like I have settled down into my own cozy cubicle. I have more or less gotten into the rhythm of things.


Remember my previous post about feeling isolated? Well, who the hell gives a fucking hoot about it? I just need to learn to survive on my own. I got that from my ma and grandma’s temperament and my pa’s warring Manchurian genes. We’ve always been survivors and I’ll get through this one too.


Life is not all hardedge in school. There are the lovely boys whom I absolutely adore. I have started calling them “my boys” and a senior teacher reminded me when she commented that I talk about my students like a “proud father”. Yes, you would too if you see those boys, got to know them and be with them 8 hours a day. It’s not hard to fall in love with those kids.


That reminds me – an untrained teacher who had them for the past 6 months has left for NIE for the PGDE program. It’s “goodbye and good riddance” from me, I’d say. That fella made pretentiousness almost a virtuous artform. The first time he told me about the boys, he used derogative adjectives likes “idiot”, “irritant” and other colorful assortments and varieties. I was shocked. “He’s going to be a teacher?” I caught myself asking.


But that didn't prepare me for the next surprise. When we had a gathering with the boys and their mothers, he was so loving and caring towards them, it was a culture shock to me. I have no taste for people who ‘wayang’ (pretend). What’s worse, he went around giving the parents the impression that he is a trained teacher! Yuk! Ptooi...!


It was there and then when I decided to stay as far away from him as physically and mentally possible. I guess I made the message tangible.


A couple of days back, I learnt that he had been telling people about the “damages” I am doing to the kids and the work he has done on them. I didn't know whether to laugh at or get angry with this. It was ridiculous. Those remarks coming from a guy whose students have no idea or been given the wrong concepts of basic mathematical operations.


I guess it’s no surprise that on his last day, nobody said anything to him. No “good luck” or “goodbye”. They couldn’t even be bothered to get a cake for him from the supermarket just 5 minutes away, even though there was talk about it. That says a lot huh?
I guess a pretender like him can always make do with a pretend cake.


Oh since I talk about one pretender, I must make mention of his good friend who also has a penchant for pretending. It’s a she who is also a longhaired freak. Those in the know would know who I am talking about – 2.2 aka SCB (“seow char borh” or mad woman).


That untrained teacher is one of her “favourites” as we say, that’s how she is able to perceive him. Otherwise, she has this built-in set of blinkers before her eyes that filter all other human existence, at least in school, before her. She does not acknowledge your presence. I think it’s difficult to teach respect and courtesy to a school of boys when even the head does not practice, no?


These two wander the earth professing to be Christians. As usual, so what’s new?


Well, in the meantime, I am still moving along with the tide, sometimes against the flow, but I am learning. I am also picking gems along the way; some in the form of understanding colleagues others in the form of experience and advice. I am moving along.


I have also written a couple of children’s stories and adding more along the way. I have yet to complete the story of the adopted boy and his father (it’s a story for my son some years down the road). I fully intend to illustrate this December hols. Gotta stay focused.
After all, it’s for “my boys” that I am doing all these – nothing and no one else. Especially not for pretenders and mad people.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

"I am Singaporean"

Hey, check this out! The "commemorative" "I am Singaporean" t-shirt from mrbrown and Mr Miyagi!

Monday, July 10, 2006

Insular. Isolar. Encapsular.

It’s 7:30 p.m. on a Monday evening.

I am sitting by myself in a long empty staff room in school, facing the laptop, listening to the MP3s playing through my Bose speakers.

Feeling lonely. Extremely lonely.

I feel like I am under tremendous stress. I feel like I’ve been expected to run and fly even before I can toddle or even crawl. I haven’t felt much genuine lifesavers or even witnesses around... everyone is just passing by, caught in their own individual sense of forlorn and distraught, I suppose. In a sea of ocean liners and cruise ships, who is to notice a tug boat hooting by, being tossed by the tide and waves, lost in the froth of their after waves and backwashes...?

I feel alone and lonely.

Being the only one from a cohort of thousands to be posted to a school isn’t helping my sense solitude. Actually, it does help... it increases my sense of isolation. A poet once said that no man is an island; everyone is connected in a sea of humanity. Is that true? I have yet to see genuine humanity. Like I said, everyone is caught up in their silent misery and the closest thing I have experienced as compassion was a singular line, “you have my sympathy”, a wry grin and then... gone.

I feel lonely. Extremely lonely.

I am attending a so-called investiture tomorrow. It is a supposed official event. But it feels like such a hassle. It was so difficult for me to apply for absence from work to attend what was deemed mandatory. In ironic contrast, the others from the PGDE program were urged to apply for absence to attend the ceremony. Any sort of absence would be granted. But when I, a graduate from the degree program tried to apply, a myriad of questions were asked. I felt a tremendous amount of guilt applying for a short period of absence. I wonder why.

But do I need to? Really?

In this busy life filled with a busy-ness of everyday nothingness, there seems so much isolation. It feels so insular.

I feel encapsulated. Let me crawl into my foetal retreat of embryonic security.

Sunday, July 2, 2006

There must be a new adjective for this...

Ok, I've heard of crazy. But this is really pushing the envelope... it's just plain creepy...

With Honours...

I had been away.

I was away in a surreal place, living in a state resembling a sort of semi-comatose. While trying to figure out where exactly I was, I went away.

Surrealism began a month ago, with the release of my exam results. These were critical scores – they were the final scores of my final semester. Once I’ve cleared them, I will graduate... and should all things go well, with Honours too.


What greeted me was a sentence I was unfamiliar with...


“You are advised to consult your Dean”


With that, I began a month long dramatic adventure worthy of Hollywood proportions.


6th June 2006

The results were out.

It was reflected on my transcript that I had scored an 'F' grade for a minor module. So minor that it was only an elective. But what was more unbelievable was that I could actually fail it.

How do you fail a module about morals and as a solitary assignment, asks you to “write about anything about morals...”? The concept was impossibility to me; someone must have made a mistake while entering the score into the computer system, or given the right grade to the wrong person... a million plausible reasons swirled in my head. But I was confident that I must not have failed the module. Who fails a module that allows one to write about anything discussed?

I tried to make as many phone calls to as many related people as possible. They were all unavailable “because it's the holidays...”. Well, so much for the “advised to consult your dean” part...

I decided to wait till the next day to go down to campus and meet with the people personally.

Dr. Wong tried to assure me that it must have been a administrative error... but all the while, I felt a supernatural calm, I was even able to go for my mum's birthday dinner and a few days later, a buffet dinner with my friends, casually conversing and laughing like it was all no big deal...


7th June 2006

8:30 a.m. and I was already down at the campus.

But all the deans and lecturers were not around “because it's the holidays...”. I was recommended to file an appeal with regards to my results.

After paying $10.50 for processing appeal, I went over to the foundations programs office to try and find out as much as I possibly can, all the while still convinced and confident that it was all an administrative error.

“No, I have checked our system; there was no error in the recording of the results...”.

If that was the case, it means that the problem lies somewhere closer to the marker of my assignment. But he could not be found “because it's the holidays...”. I was also told that for most appeals, things never work out and the chances are very low.

“I advise you to prepare for the worse... you may have to retake the whole semester and bear the full fees...” Reality sank in. I need to apply for loans and bursaries if that were the case. Where's the student liaison...?

The lady at the office was very kind and provided me all the possible loans I could consider... that was also where I met Professor G. What a relief! Finally! A dean is around!!

I knocked on his door... “Sir...?”

Professor G was most encouraging. After looking at my essay and my past transcripts with A's and B's swimming in them, he commented...

“You write well...”

“The situation is ridiculous...!”

“You have a strong case... and you have all the evidence to back you up...”

He wrote a personal reference note to the other relevant authorities.

A couple of the Deans Professor G wrote to emailed me, asking me to be patient and the best person to answer my queries on the marks and marking, if I have any, was the lecturer for the module.

But he wasn't around “because it's the holidays...”


The next couple of weeks...

“Oh, he is not around because he has gone on leave, but he will back on these days...”

In spite of the information from the secretary, I called everyday. Even on days when he should be on leave. But no one picked up the phone; even on days when he should be in the office.


19th June 2006

Finally, the lecturer picked up the phone. But it was a very strange and distant person on the other line. It was a voice a pole apart from the fanatic ranting and raving anti-government sentiments and passionately imploring the class to judge the local government's deed and abuse of power based on the concept of “absolute morality”.

“Sir, I was just wondering what happened to my grades...”

“I understand that you have filed an appeal... you are now dealing with an institution...” the comment was delivered with a voice and tone was like steel in the middle of winter. “You cannot just call up an institution to ask questions and demand answers...”

I wasn't aware that I was “demanding”. I was also unfamiliar with the man on the other line who suddenly became reticent, so different from the fanatic I've seen in class.

I tried to drag the conversation and finally he slipped... “It was difficult to grade your paper because your essay did not fulfill the requirements of the course...”

Huh? What requirements? I have never seen it; there was never a black and white. The only instructions I got (as attested and concurred by my classmates in the same module) was a verbal instruction to “write about anything on morals...”

I immediately realize that there is a slippery slope to this... I wrote to all my friends in the same class to confirm my memory and also to the dean about this issue. I even talked with one of his ex-student who took the same module...

“Yah, there was no black and white...”

“Yah, he doesn't give “F's”... unless what was written was contradictory to or against what he perceives as his 'truths'...”

We even recalled an occasion where he revealed that he doesn't believe in giving “F's” and allowed a student to resubmit an essay, which might otherwise have failed.

After all these were discussed and revealed, my alarm bells were going off everywhere...


28th June 2006

9:30 a.m. on the day of the appeal.

I sat with the deans to discuss about the outcome of the appeal.

The deans laid out the cards:

  • Though there was no “black and white”, I appeared to be the only one who wrote on a topic that was “out of the circle”.

  • Even without written instructions, there must have been sufficient guidance for any attentive student to pick up on since all the others had written on similar topics.

I laid out mine:

  • The constant slew of anti-government comments and drumming the concept of using an “absolute morality” to judge the local government who had “abused their authority” overwhelmed any other ideas the lecturer was trying to share. I was thus influenced to believe that the lecturer was trying to talk about the concept of a universal or absolute morality, a judgment or yardstick that can be applied and used everywhere on earth to justify or condemn all and any people and ideas.

  • Though others may have written similar essays, they could have asked the lecturer for comments and advice. I never did, since the topic was open and full of potential and avenues for me.

  • My essay was based on the topics he discussed in class; I had taken photos of his transparencies and made notes on them.


At the meeting, they chose to close ranks; to back up the lecturer who marked my essay.

“I am sorry we have to bear such news to you, but circumstances made it difficult to revoke the first decision...”

We talked about the possibility to just re-submit the paper without attending the lectures. I also voiced my concern that if it is to be a re-submission, the “F” grade would still remain...

“Yes, it would be so... but a re-submission is a very good offer considering the circumstances...”

They needed to discuss further on the issue and I would be inform of the decision very soon.

“Oh... please leave a copy of all the documents you had presented today, it might prove useful...”

I left them photocopies of my online conversations, my email correspondences, photographs and notes of the slides. Then I stood up, shook their hands and thanked them wholeheartedly.

10:30 a.m. riding on a taxi on the way back to school.

I was quiet the whole journey, trying to let the reality that I am REALLY not going to graduate with my friends. But I was still feeling surreally calm - there was a strange knowledge that everything is going to be fine.

11:30 a.m. on the phone with the sub-dean.

“I have good news for you. In view of the new evidences, we have decided to reconsider your paper...” I was speechless.

That day, on many occasions during classes, I found myself tearing uncontrollably. But I had to blink them away quickly; I didn't want upset the boys in my class, in case they spotted my tears.


30th June 2006

“Mr. Pang, I am glad to inform you that your grades have been revised and that you have graduated with Honours...”


For all my friends and all the professors who showed their confidence and faith in me in various ways; for comforting me with words and assurances; for believing in me with their prayers and well wishes - I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I don't want to degrade an ounce of my utmost gratitude to all of you by trying to describe or quantify it with my limited command of the already limited English language and vocabulary; but please know that I am truly grateful from the bottom of my heart. I am graduating with Honours and with my honour intact...

... and I'll see you at the convocation with our gowns and mortar board on.