Tuesday, January 30, 2007

My Hong Kong experience


Eight days.


How much has the world changed?


Intrisically I know that nothing much has.


But somehow, through my shallow perception, everything feels and looks different now. The warmth, the scenery, the language, the lifestyle.


It's back to the boring and normal I guess.


Life in Macau+HK was a whopping joyous hilarious totally memorable awesome cool sweet nice experience!


When I didn't need to check my phones for meetings or tasks to do.


When I didn't need to check my mails for updates from school or cca.


When I was embedded in multiple layers of warm clothing.


When my facial muscles were tense due to endless laughters over stupid poses we made or stupid stories or stupid comments we came up with.


Will always remember this by Lun Kai: 好多车车哦!


When I was cruelly punched by the horrendously democratic yet nice actually Singapore.


Never ever wanna do the huo4 yuan2 jia3 dance again.


When people stepped out of their comfort zones or normal selves just to entertain the others.


Will always remember Pam's President Induction Camp designed by the monstrous us!


When I challenged myself again and again over what I can learn and what I want to learn in the conference.


When I struggled to lift my eyelids during the talks, the seminars, the discussions.


When I battled hard to leave my cold blankets to greet to colder winds out there.


When I fought to find a balance between sleeping hours and interaction hours.


When I shivered in the winds.


When I added yet another layer of clothing to my dumpling body.


When my breath was taken away by Hong Kong endless stretch of night scenes.


When Hong Kong swept me away with its streets after streets of luring goods.


When just by eating desserts can burn a hole in my pocket.


When my brain juice was further drained trying to do accounts for the Singaproe team.


When people put up with me late in the nights for conference reports.


When people put up with me for my jokes and lame and sometimes comments that were so not funny that even I myself felt embarrassed after saying them.


When I was scared by the suspicious Indian hovering over our hotel door.


When we got anxious for not being able to catch the return flight as we just refused to be on time.


When time and again we failed to wake up early to watch flag raising at Golden Bohemia Square.


When we traveled to and fro between Kowloon and Hong Kong Island 6 times within a night.


When we struggled to stay up overnight on the last night despite the sleep debt we built over the last 7 days.


When I woke up with a croaky voice after 15 hours of sleep on Sunday.


When I found out at night that I have yet some 250 mails to check.


When I found out that my this week's nights have all been taken up by meetings, trainings or gatherings.


All in all, it was nice sweet cool awesome totally memorable joyous hilarious!


I haven't finished talking yet! But for now, let the pictures do the work. Mind you, these isn't exhaustive.

The place we've been.

The people I went with. Singapore aiesecers! First row from left: Meixi Laura Cheryl Marcus David all from SMU, second row from left: Lun Kai from SMU, Siew Yik from NUS, Pam from SMU and Nicholas from NTU! Finally! I am no where there.


The temperature we experienced. Someone just tried to act cool.

The barbeque we had. First time I found that the fire is actually lovely!

The game we played.



The pose we did.

The places we visited. St. Paul Ruins!

The food we ate. Someone (can't remember who) actually commented that he would never eat portugese egg tarts anymore in Singapore!

The place we stayed. The Hong Kong one was scary.. But what can we do? It's budget..

The fog we experienced. Macau and Hong Kong looked very slum-y in the day when view from high. But their internal designs were actually modern mind you!

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Piece of entry before I leave for my Hong Kong trip. I got the same style as pow! wakaka...





Oh yes I am going to Hong Kong for an AIESEC RIPPLES Conference on 20th to 27th Jan. The actual conference period is 21st-24th. We are making a day stop at Macau and 3-day trip at Hong Kong itself. On the expense of missing school. Magically school approved my leave without any querries, even though the leave is longer than the conference. I am getting so perked up for the trip! Ignoring the impending workload, I shall enjoy the trip! So points I shall take note:
  1. no checking of mails (or minimal)
  2. no thinking that I can't keep up with school work
  3. no complains for exhaustion
  4. no complains for cultural difference. I am there for the cultural shock!
  5. no comparison to the environment I have here. I am there for a new experience!

The temperature there is 13-17'c. Hong Kong is in winter now! It will be my first time living in winter. Cool man! It will be my first time having to live in a world of Cantonese. I believe my lousy and laughable Cantonese will improve loads after this 8 day trip! And I am going to Hong Kong University! A university I actually intended to go initially. So it will be just-so-cool! Just learned that Hong Kong AIESEC has won the best national committee award last year. So I believe I will be able to learn loads from them!

Keep the spirit up! And I will be back feeling great! :D

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

A tribute to Miss Heng - the SCGS Principal forever


Young girls cowered at the sight of her, pranksters knew better than to set off stink bombs in her class and a former Defence Minister once declared she had the better army.

In a black and white photo, Miss Rosaling Heng looks formidable in army uniform, beret and boots.

As a teacher in charge of the National Cadet Corps at the Singapore Chinese Girls' School (SCGS), she came in for praise when the late Defence Minister Lim Kim San inspected a drill put up by her girls in 1969.

He told then principal S.K. Tan: "You got a better army than I!"

Miss Heng had joined the school that year after graduating from the then University of Singapore. She became principal in 1979 when she was 34, stayed 38 years, devoting her entire career to the school.

"She was very hardworking but rather loud," a retired SCGS teacher, Mrs C.O. Lee, 64, recalled with a laugh. (Wan Xin side note: Mrs. CO Lee was my Sec 2 Geog and Art teacher. She is so cute! Criticised everything from Singapore to Malaysia. From students to teachers. She once threatened to flush me down the toilet bowl when I forgot to hand in my art work. And with a signature laughter that I can still remember till now. Dear Mrs Lee, you aren't too far off from Miss Heng's loudness.)

"When she scolds, the whole school knows!"

The towering headmistress with a weakness for floral-print dresses became synonymous with SCGS, which was founded in 1899 as a school for seven Straits Chinese girls. It has about 2,200 students now.

Today, she is stepping down...

To Miss Sie Siok Hui, 45, a former SCGS teacher, Miss Heng's retirement marks the end of an era.

...(paragraphs cut)...

SCGS produced nine President's Scholars, gained independent status for its secondary school in 1989 and moved from Emerald Hill to its Dunearn Road location in 1994. It has also won many fitness, dance and value-added awards.

In the 2006 school achievement table for secondary schools, the school was ranked in the top band with five other schools.

But Miss Heng's legacy goes beyond facts and figures.

As she has said before: "What I want for girls when they leave school is that they have confidence in themselves, that they are emotionally happy that they've had a happy school life."(Wan Xin's side note: Thanks Miss Heng. Although my sec sch life wasn't that worth remembering as compared to my sec sch hostel life, I will always remember you fondly greeting us everytime you walk pass us, or scolding us if we were doing something deemed illegal)

More than anuthing, students and staff said she stands for integrity.

Nothing infuriated her more than parents who thought they could get their daughters into the popular school by offering a hefty donation or trying to impress with their connections. (Wan Xin's side note: That's true. SC always had students with real good connections. Like first president's grand/great-granddaughter, Jean Yip's daughter, Far East's daughter..)

School registrar Julie Lee, 52, (Wan Xin's side note: Mrs Julie Lee was my guardian during my time in SC. She's so rich that she and her maternal families have houses situated in an avenue named with their own surname. She's quite nice. Could still remember my name end of last yr when I went back for Ms Heng's retirement ceremony) said: "I tell them no, but some insist on seeing the principal.

"So I say, 'Sure, but let me do you a favour. Please do not mention anything about donating or drop any names. It's sure to throw you to the back fo the line'."

Despite competition from other top-ranked schools for bright students, Miss Heng decided against introducing the Gifted Education Programme or starting an integrated programme to bypass the O-Level examinations.

There was pressure from old girls and parents for the school to have these programmes, but Miss Heng insisted that she did not want to cause divisions among her girls. (Wan Xin's side note: I really like the way the school calls us as girls. Makes me feel that I am well-protected in here)

...paragraphs cut...

The school emphasises character development and good values and aims to produce "kim geks" - (Wan Xin's side note: kim is gold and gek is jade in Hokkien) a Peranakan-Hokkien metaphor for women who are treasures because they embody the virtues of filial piety, gentility, kindness, propriety and diligence.

...paragraphs cut...

On a lighter note, Miss Heng's reputation of being fearsome is such that some swear she has eyes in the back of her head.

...paragraph cut...

The firls had planned to ambush her with a stink bomb in class. Miss Heng turned up, wrote a few history questions on the blackboard and said, without turning her head:

"I think I have a cold. Could you close the windows?"

After the windows were shut tight, she said: "Okay, girls. Do the questions, and I'll be back."

She left, slammed the classroom door shut and left the pranksters with a lesson to remember.

......

This was a news article adopted from The Straits Times on 28th December. What's more can I say? Miss Heng, a true legend of SCGS. Thanks for all the memories given. I really treasure it. :)

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Monday, January 08, 2007

No eternal bad luck


I thought it was my blackest day. And yes it was my blackest day. Having a leaking water bottle that wetted the entire carriage in the MRT as well as spoiling my phone and wetting my skirt, failing to locate the shop that sells my dream white leather bag, losing the sight of people who were supposed to guide me to the aiesec gathering place, being the punching bag at aiesec gathering, missing the last bus and ended up camping at NUS, having an eye red and the other eye swollen. But yes it was my blackest day because the days after aren't black anymore. My phone recovered perfectly miraculously, and camping over at NUS wasn't too bad as what I expected. Life goes on. For every bad thing that brushes pass you, smile, and it will be gone eventually. No matter how bad it seems at the moment.
Peace~
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Friday, January 05, 2007

在柔柔的晨曦中徐徐的凉风下,我又回到我可爱的房间了。一切看起来都是那么的亲切、友善。踩着脚下浅浅的灰尘,享受着房间阴暗的光线,突然,我听到了“嗒、嗒”的声响。原来孤独到发疯了的闹钟,在欢迎着我的归来。
宁静真美。
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Thursday, January 04, 2007

有坐在火车上往回去的方向走了。其实常年把家分在两地,哪里是回哪里是去我已经分不清楚了。回答朋友们事都常以他们的处地为衡量点。
喜欢听火车启程前的汽笛声,让我回到就是电影的画面。少的,只是电影里凄惨的悲欢离合。
喜欢火车开启是摇晃的感觉,让我实实在在地感受到火车在铁路上一寸一寸奔跑的脚步。太平稳的火车反而没有真实感。突然想到,人生又岂不像是一趟车程呢?要有风浪,才像是实在的活着。是精彩,是多姿,也是呼吸的痕迹。康庄大道的生活,反而看不到其中的生命力。反而苦闷,反而无趣。
愿我的生活永远是多姿多彩而富有生命力。愿我在生活的时候,一面把握当下,也一面向火车一样,发光发热,对他人有所帮助。
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