2 years of life in Kindergarten

3 January 1991, Thursday.

The first time I attended school. Before attending kindergarten, I never attended any school or lesson before. Life before 5 years old was so... lifeless. Never knew what was it like to be in a school, surrounded by classmates, lead by teachers, far from parents and home.

Being super glued to my parents so 4 years, I can't let go. LOL. I cried on top of my voice because the monster (teacher) is trying to drag me away from my parents. The whole place is damn noisy. Imagine so many kids crying at the same time. Some sobers quietly, some blast it out (like me).

I remembered the teacher carrying me to the office because my crying is too loud that I will disturb other classmates. On the way to the office, I struggled and struggled. I kicked my leg so hard that my sandals flew off. Why sandals? My parents know that I don't like to wear cover shoes. Of course, it wasn't allowed but since it's the first day of school and they got to please me. While the teacher is bending down to pick up my sandals, I pissed on her. No, I didn't aim or anything. It just happened. She then change me a new pair of pants and told me to wait in the office.

I stoppped crying! Maybe because no one was in the office. No point crying since no one will be watching. After a while, the teacher fetched me back to the class and warn me not to cry again or I will be in the office again.

Soon, I get used to it.

During my course of study in K1, my mother always sign up coloring contest for me. Why coloring contest? She notice that I can't draw well. Despite all the coloring contest I took part in, I never won any award. Not even one. Very saddening. I put in so much effort to color it yet I didn't win. Then I look at the winning entries. Okay, I don't deserve to win. I simply can't draw and color.

Once, we were told to draw a scenery. Due to my low arts cell, I'm the last one to complete. Then one of my classmate came to me and say, "the sun don't need like this draw". What she meant was, I need not draw the ray from the sun, just draw a circle and color it orange will do. HEY! That's clever. I reply "yes ok" but when she left, I still drew the sun ray. I'm not used to drawing a "naked" sun.

It was my grandmother who bring me to school and fetch me from school everyday; regardless of rain or shine. Once it rain, the umbrella flew away and she sheltered me with her body. Sometimes, we would just left for school forgetting to wear uniform, forgetting to bring bag, forgetting to wear school shoes and alot of funny moments. Thanks ah mah!

My K1 of study is at block 284, Tampines street 22. It's not very nicely renovated and they don't have computers or air-con. Besides, I don't have much recollections there.

Soon, my parents realise the computer potential in me and decides to enrol me in another kindergarten for my second year of study. My K2 life is at block 106, Tampines street 11. Yes, it's just below Bao Fa's block but we are not classmates.

The main different is of course the addition of computer lesson. It's call the.... EduLand if I'm not wrong. Upon completion a module/course, you will be awarded with a certificate indicating your activness. Not useful but I still keep it anyway.

Another add-on is the.... lecture hall? I don't know the name but should be since the design is the same. We would sit at the steps, the teacher would sit in front, telling story. It's quite boring so some student always sit behind and pretend to listen.

K2 is morning class for me. This is a good news for parents because breakfast will be provided! This is a bad news for me because I've got to eat breakfast in school. I belong to the type of "don't-like-breakfast" but no choice. The most common breakfast is the ceral with milk. It's flexible though. For those who want milk, just raise up the left (or right) hand and indicate the "pour-more-milk" sign. I usually go without milk because I'm lazy to raise my hands.

I don't belong to those active type but I do belong to those.... err.. "don't-mess-with-me". There is this huge music (+ activity) room for us to relax our muscle. In order to skip those boring activities, I always get the excuse of toilet. Not long, my parents were informed because they suspect that I got bladder problem. Then my parents started monitoring my toilet visits. Of course, I got clever. I visited the toilet lesser when I'm at home.

There was once this teacher that threaten to lock us in the music room if we don't keep quiet. Some stupid retarded shit people just continue to make noise then the teacher just walk out of the music room. I got so scared of locked in that I went to push open the door and cry out loud. Not long, another classmate joins in. It's locked! No matter how we push, the door won't open. Then the teacher came back with a radio in her hand and push open the door. It was then we realise that the door should be pull from the inside in order to open. -.-"

K2 also taught me the difference between "three" and "tree". Am I retarded or what? If not for this K2, I might still get blur between "three" and "tree".

Due to my handsome and cute look, I was selected to perform at the annual graduation ceremony together with my other classmates. My job is just to dance around gracefully.

K2 is also the year I strike chicken pox. Stupid chicken pox makes me MC for 1 month. A terrible life at home with chicken pox all over my body. This is perhaps my longest MC.

When I'm fully recovered and finally back to school, a terrible news shocked me! The teacher got another student to replace my position in the dance because I was on MC for 1 month. Rehearsal can't wait for me so I was replaced. I wonder was it Bao Fa who replaced me.

Another memorable incident. We are supposed to deposit our bag in the shelf before entering a classroom. In order to punish students who just throw their bags around, the bag will be confiscated in the principal's office.

HAHA. My bag was one of the bag that got confiscated during a random spot check. It was after a lesson and I can't find my bag anywhere, the teacher told me that my bag got confiscated. I rushed to the principal's office and I see my bag on top of a shelf. No matter how hard, far, high I jump, I still can't reach it. I'm clever. I attempt to shake the whole shelf to make my bag drop. Maybe I will be a hero if I resuce my friend's bag too. The principal stopped me for obvious reason. Final skill, cry. I cry and cry and cry and cry until the principal got damn annoyed that she call my mother down. I also got damned annoyed because she doesn't want to return me my bag that ran out of school but got caught back by one of the teachers.

Of course, the bag was returned to me when my mother come down. Oh crap! Should have just return it to me. Waste my mother's energy and effort to come down just for one stupid bag. Yeah, why did I cry for a stupid bag. I'm stupid.

20 November 1992, Friday. The last day of school for my kindergarten life. Dress nicely for the graduation photo shot.

No, I didn't attend the stupid ceremony because I was replaced.

Chain message

Those who know me will certainly know that I HATE people who forwards chain message to me.

Chain message can be in the form of e-mail, SMS, Friendster's bulletin board or even snail mail.

Regardless of the content, I just hate chain message. I don't know why people like them so much. Worse of all, why do people believe in it. There's this saying, "people who create chain message is stupid, people who send chain message is even more stupid". My saying, "chain message is only for people with IQ lesser than 50". Obviously, I do have some friends that fit into this category perfectly. They are not only "more stupid", their IQ is "lesser than 50" too.

There are alot of chain message going around in this Internet world. Let me explore some of them.

- Curse (basically, the sender that send you this type of chain message is laying a curse on you)
Eg. Send this message to another 666 people or you will get into a car accident!

- Spread the word (the sender that send you this type of chain message obviously did not read the newspaper)
Eg. Please send this message too all your friend so they will know of the pityful old lady that got raped. For every message forwarded, CPELQIDX will donate $0.01 to her.

- Send more, luck more (either the person who forwads such email has no basic common sense or they are just simply retarded)
Eg. Now, send this to another 88 people and you will be very lucky!

Jerry Wong "interviewed" a sender of chain message for her opinion.



This interview concluded that it's the receiver's fault for opening chain message. The receiver of chain message should not make a big fuss about it and should continue the chain of the message.

If you regard me as your friend, stop sending me chain message.

5 years of life in East View Secondary School

I was a student of EVSS from 1999 to 2003. 5 years, terrible. Lots of memories though.

I always go around saying, if one day I'm successful, I wouldn't be thankful for this school. Really. This school simply gives me the feeling of reputation > student. All they did that claim to be for the good of students ended up it's for their own reputation sake.

Scandal of life, no need to be told.

One important thing, I'm from Express stream although I studied in that school for 5 years. I'm not from Normal. Heard of retain? Read here if you want more information about it: Why I fail my Secondary 3.

Times in EVSS changes me from a boy to a man. Lots of things happened. 13 years old to 17 years old in a school with your classmates becoming friends, friends becoming buddies, buddies becoming enemies.

I was quite small size when I enter secondary 1. It was afternoon session. My last afternoon session. Every morning, I would wake up and start preparing for my day in school. No time to crap around. Every afternoon, the boring afternoon weather will accompany through my lessons. Ever evening, it will be a nice moment queuing up at the parade square, singing national anthem and getting ready to be dismissed.

Can't remember much about the things that happen in secondary 1. However, there is one incident that I will always remember. Me fighting with another classmate. He's Eugene Chong. Doesn't wish to comment about the incident.

Secondary 2 onwards, it was all morning session! Personally, I prefer morning session to afternoon session. After school in morning session, you will have the whole afternoon to study, do homework and play. This isn't the case for afternoon session.

Mrs Ngiam and Miss Kew (then principal and vice principal) decides to step down. Meaning I will have a new principal and vice principal during my secondary 3.

Life is quite peaceful for the first two years. I'm not a troublemaker and most teachers and classmates have no problem with me. I'm a quiet student too, that leaves me with little friends. Haha, I guess I'm quite nerdy too.

The boat of life sails me to secondary 3. A year of total change of Jerry. I became lazy, noisy, troublemaker and got disliked by most of my classmates. Because of me, they can't study well. Forever, I didn't hand up my homework and assigments. Never did I pass any of the subjects. Yes, straight fail for every test and exam. Got chased out of the class by teachers countless time. Everytime I'm chased out of the class, I prayed that the principal is not doing his rounds or I will get canned. Yes, I'm very lucky.

Of course, I can sense that the teachers are losing hope on me. They are treating me as a problem student and rotten apple. One teacher even asked me in the face, "how did you get into this class". Thinking of it, I also don't know what came into me. Puberty?

2002, I repeated another year of secondary 3. Only then I realise that I have been a folly for a year. I began to work hard again. It's not easy as I'm now in a lousy class. A class so lousy that teachers even have problem teaching. Those students are like me in the past. Now I know what a clown I was. Due to the fact that I'm a retainee, I scored well in every test and exam. In fact, always getting first for maths and science is no problem at all. I studied for it too. The feeling of everyone knowing it's you before the results are announced and everyone looking at you when the results are announced is great. My name always appeared at the ranking board.

Because of "I'm too good", some people disliked me. I tried to befriend them instead. We ended up as good friends. This is the time I widen and broaden up my social circle by alot. Got alot of buddies and friends. They are nice! Now I know how to balance my work with my friends.

Secondary 4, I did it again. Challenging the teachers. Not one, not two but three teachers!

The first is my maths teacher. I did not do my homework and was instructed to stay behind in school to complete my homework. I disobeyed. I look up the teacher in her office and reason it out with her. I questioned her, "what's the point of handing up homework when most of the students are just copying". I did not make up any stories, indeed there's alot of people who copies homework in school. Then the teacher just replied "no, I can tell that they are not copying". Now, she's telling me that she's not fit to be a teacher.

She ordered me to complete my maths assignment or she will report me to the head of mathematics. "I will report you to the head of mathematics instead", that's my reply. No joke. I really reported her. My message to all my teachers teaching me: "don't force me to do homework, I will do it if I want". Cheers for me! No more pressure for homework.

The second case is my chinese teacher. She's the head of Chinese and mother tounge. She's quite bossy and impose strict rules. Afraid that I might get punished, I always pay 100.5% attention during her lesson. Somehow, she still don't like me as my chinese isn't very good. The dooms day. Once I forgot to bring my assignment and I was forced to stay behind to write the chinese idioms (cheng yu). I have to write all 150 idioms 20 times each. THAT'S INSANE! She claims that it's a beneficial punishment as I will also learn from it. There's about 10 people staying behind to serve the punishment. I spoke up.

I went to confront the teacher and tell her that "a chance should be given" instead of punishing on the spot. I really forgot to bring my assignment! She ignores me and instructed me to go back and write the idioms. FINE! I went back to my desk, collect my bag, walk out of the classroom and slam the door. When I reached home, the teacher had already called home and spoke to my mother. My mother is the understanding type and understands my situation after I explained to her. She agrees with me that the teacher is just being fussy.

The third case is my art teacher. HEY! I NEVER LIKE ARTS! I'm forced into this art class for no reason. I appealed to the vice principal that I want to change to D&T but was rejected. My D&T has better grades than my arts yet they put me in arts? It was then I understand that the school never cared for their student interest. They wanted me to fail instead of excel. Nevertheless, I still give my utmost attention and participation in art class. Never cause or create problems.

My art teacher just dislike me, she picked on me on every little thing. She says I can't draw well, can't paint well. I then nicely request her to teach me drawing and paininting yet she replies "you should already know how to draw and paint". Yeah, who doesn't? Then there's this time she held up my art piece in front of the class and commented that my drawing and painting standard belongs to kindergarten level. This really annoys me. I complaint to my parents. The very next day, my father went down to the school to talk it out. Things got better for a while. My arts teacher started to treat me nicer. Nicer means she's ignoring me. Not long, she's gone. Hearsay that she's undergoing some consultation. E8 for O level arts on my certificate, who's fault?

The days of us studying really hard. I mean REALLY HARDWORKING studying for the O levels. Everyone was so hardworking and nice to everyone. We helped out each other. Questions and questions from ten year series. Tips and tips from teachers. The tip was "do more ten year series". We were so united when it came to O levels. Those scenes of studying together in a full blast air-conditioned underground room will stay in my brain forever.

Thanks for all my classmates and friends for being there for me. And thank me for being there for you. Not easy to go through but at least we all passed! No effort, no gain.

5 years of life in EVSS is not enough to put it out all into words. There are alot of things I have yet to write about; camp trips, toilet shots, TTT nonsense, basketball matches, video cam-ing in class, visiting to friend's house. Too many.

Thanks.

Security guards

Have you ever been stopped by security guards while in an attempt to enter a building? Irritating right?

Yes, you can argue that they are there for our safety. Yes, I would like to say that most security guards concerned aren't really ensuring my security.

You see so many blue uniform officer carrying scary weapon walking up and down the stations of North East Line (NEL) and in the train. I think they are just doing it for the show. Have you ever got your belongings checked or have you seen them doing spot check on other passengers? My own reply is "no".

I wanted to enter my brother's secondary school to settle something, then the security stops me. Now here's the problem. The first time I attempt to enter the school, I was instructed to leave my IC behind in exchange for a visitor pass. The second time, they just told me to write down my name and contact number in exchange for the pass. The third time, nothing. They just ask me where I'm going and allow me to enter.

So, what are security guards for?

Imagine I'm a terrorist. (NOT REAL!) I can just walk into the school or train, bypassing all means of security and set off a bomb. BOMB!

What is the main purpose of them imposing security guards when they aren't even guarding to give a sense of security. I think the security guards are just posing, that's all.

Okay, I got suggestion. You know those funny metal entrance that can detect if you have metal object with you? Yeah, implement more of these. They will certainly be helpful. Before walking through the metal door, you will be instructed to take out all the things in your pocket, place it in a small basket beside it and walk.

Of course, if the suicide bomb sets off while the terrorist clears the pocket, then it's too bad. But at least this extra step increases the level of defense and put the security guards to more use.

Stupid Osama for causing so much trouble for everyone. But at least he makes us realise the importance of security.

My sleeping habits

Actually, I have bad sleeping habits. I will leave it as plural because I think there's alot.

I can't sleep if it's bright. I prefer it to be dark; as dark as possible or at least dimly lighted. Maybe this explains why I don't take afternoon nap unless I'm taking those medicine that makes me drowsy.

Another point, I prefer to sleep with music/songs playing in the background. Soothing music is a good choice but I don't mind noisy songs. As long as there BGM, it's good.

To me, sleeping without blanket is as odd as washing hair without water. I can't explain this but I love to sleep with blanket on. Even the weather is warm, I still got my beloved blanket nightly. Don't bother thinking I'm mad. Some people turn on their air-con every night regardless of cold wind or blizzard. Isn't that weirder?

I know that most teenagers don't sleep as early as I do. They like to stay up late till midnight. Is it really cool or they have bed-phobia? Thinking that it's cool, they will start to compare their bedtime in school the next day. Of course, they will have the panda eye. Trying to be emo yet wanna save on the money for eye-liner?

Honestly speaking, I don't like to sleep. I feel that it's a waste of time but no choice, I need the rest. If only we have two of each organ; one fails and the other starts to function. Web servers?

Every night before I sleep, I would try to find the best position by arranging myself and my sleeping equipments. I would then always fail miserably and get into dreamland unknowingly.

Dreams. I am a good dreamer. This is not something I'm proud off. Dreaming doesn't put my brain into a complete rest. Constantly generating images at 60 FPS for dreams is tiring. Anyone has any idea on how to prevent dreaming? (Wet dream exclusive =D)

Morning wood, something that excites and entertains me every morning.

Blogging freedom

I feel that everyone should have the freedom to blog. Since it's your own blog, you have the right to voice out your say and post whatever you want. That is if you didn't violate any rules, laws and agreements.

I saw this headline on The New Paper a few days ago, "WHY POST ONLINE IF YOU CAN'T TAKE FLAMING". Who the retard says that posting online = must accept flaming? If you want to flame me, my blog, Friendster, Flickr or YouTube, think again. Am I worth your flaming? What I'm doing is of my personal interest. I'm not blogging just to attract attention and gain popularity. Blogging is just a way for me vent my words out in my mind.

If you have any disagreement towards what I posted in my blog, you can just rebut my points positively. If you think of flaming, then your brain must be clogged with cow's dung. Should my blog entries offend you or go against your belief, just leave my blog. Why do you put yourself in a hard time of reading my blog if you don't like. I don't blog for you to read. In fact, I don't blog for anyone to read.

Back to the retard who says "why post online if you can't take flaming". If you self proclaim to be a good flamer, I suggest you go breathe in some carbon dioxide. Do you think you are really cool by flaming another person on the internet by hiding in the dark. Constantly refreshing to keep ahead of flaming updates is just a lifeless attack.

Everyone has the freedom to blog. If you disagree, just go dowse yourself with bytes and don't come bothering me.