Zumba is not a flirting sport
Call me old school, if you want to flirt, go somewhere else to do it. In a dance studio and in a Zumba class, it is about Zumba. Why Zumba is so interesting and effective is because it ditches the workout and moves with the music. Jumping around, moving your butt, they help to shed calories and build your cardio strength.
Well, if you gonna flirt with the instructor, please do it outside the class. If you are married and have kids, know your status. 人要学自爱！
Yes, I am a mum. This is a place where I write about this and that.
Memories….
From now till many more days to come, you will most probably read a lot about my secondary school life. I am a SCGS girl. (Once a SCGS girl, always and forever a SCGS girl) Unlike most of the girls, I joined only in sec 1. I was from Tanglin Primary School and when I put SCGS as my choice of school, I still remember my form teacher telling me how hard it would be to get in cos’ they have a primary school and priority will be given to their girls. But I insisted and I am glad I did.
So, from 1979 to 1983 I grew up in SCGS. One of the best time in my life. Making some of the best friends of my life. I spent five years in the school because I failed my sec 1. I am thankful I did cos it was my second year in sec 1 that I found my way back to God and back to church and found the spouse. Till today, it is the same church that I am attending. Imagine, all these would not have been possible if not for my second year in sec 1. Did I become a failure because I repeated sec 1? No, I am successful in my own way. Always remember, we only fail but we are no failure. Profound?
Most of my batch left SCGS in 1983 and for these long 30 years, most of us have gone our separate ways BUT… we have found each other, a good 50% is found. Very sadly, two of them have passed away. This is life. How many more 30 years do I have. This 28th July, come what may, I will reunite with my girls.
Sec 1
Sec 4
Can you spot, yours truly?
From now till many more days to come, you will most probably read a lot about my secondary school life. I am a SCGS girl. (Once a SCGS girl, always and forever a SCGS girl) Unlike most of the girls, I joined only in sec 1. I was from Tanglin Primary School and when I put SCGS as my choice of school, I still remember my form teacher telling me how hard it would be to get in cos’ they have a primary school and priority will be given to their girls. But I insisted and I am glad I did.
So, from 1979 to 1983 I grew up in SCGS. One of the best time in my life. Making some of the best friends of my life. I spent five years in the school because I failed my sec 1. I am thankful I did cos it was my second year in sec 1 that I found my way back to God and back to church and found the spouse. Till today, it is the same church that I am attending. Imagine, all these would not have been possible if not for my second year in sec 1. Did I become a failure because I repeated sec 1? No, I am successful in my own way. Always remember, we only fail but we are no failure. Profound?
Most of my batch left SCGS in 1983 and for these long 30 years, most of us have gone our separate ways BUT… we have found each other, a good 50% is found. Very sadly, two of them have passed away. This is life. How many more 30 years do I have. This 28th July, come what may, I will reunite with my girls.
Sec 1
Sec 4
Can you spot, yours truly?
My kid, you raise
Sadly, this is our society now. Parents no longer raise their own kids. A caregiver does it. A maid, grandpa or grandma, a nanny, childcare center teachers…everyone, anyone except the parents.
I see this maid pushing the child at 6.45am when I send Ann to school. When I come back from marketing, I will see her. On weekends, I also see her with the child. I seriously wonder what happen to the child’s parents? Are they sick? Do they work long hours? I really do not know.
A society that encourages you to have more babies but asks you to let someone else to the upbringing, has seriously gone wrong.
Sadly, this is our society now. Parents no longer raise their own kids. A caregiver does it. A maid, grandpa or grandma, a nanny, childcare center teachers…everyone, anyone except the parents.
I see this maid pushing the child at 6.45am when I send Ann to school. When I come back from marketing, I will see her. On weekends, I also see her with the child. I seriously wonder what happen to the child’s parents? Are they sick? Do they work long hours? I really do not know.
A society that encourages you to have more babies but asks you to let someone else to the upbringing, has seriously gone wrong.
Opportunity knocking
Kai has been selected for the creative writers’ workshop. If he clears the criteria, he will be mentored by an author. I am so happy for him. See, don’t under estimate a “no-brand” school. Everything happen in life for a purpose. Yes, God is in control. I see so much potential in him…
Darkness
I must fight it. The Darkness. It seduces me, lulls me ever closer. I try to fight it. I am losing. My vision clouds over. I try harder. My head falls onto a hard, cold surface. I float along in Darkness. Suddenly, reality returns. Laughters. Caught sleeping in class again.
His writing has matured with him. Gone are the fantasy world of thrillers, ghosts and monsters. He can now write in various form. The next stage, I would like to bring him to write critically, argumentatively. Slowly, one step, one genre.
Kai has been selected for the creative writers’ workshop. If he clears the criteria, he will be mentored by an author. I am so happy for him. See, don’t under estimate a “no-brand” school. Everything happen in life for a purpose. Yes, God is in control. I see so much potential in him…
Darkness
I must fight it. The Darkness. It seduces me, lulls me ever closer. I try to fight it. I am losing. My vision clouds over. I try harder. My head falls onto a hard, cold surface. I float along in Darkness. Suddenly, reality returns. Laughters. Caught sleeping in class again.
His writing has matured with him. Gone are the fantasy world of thrillers, ghosts and monsters. He can now write in various form. The next stage, I would like to bring him to write critically, argumentatively. Slowly, one step, one genre.
The Past
The kids and I went to the National Museum. I couldn’t remember when was the last time I was there. It was good to visit. The History of Singapore was amazing. We spent three hours there, just looking and listening to the narration.
She is still looking great. I hope they won’t sell her off or flatten her to make way for roads or houses.
Then I saw this…
Unless you are from the school, Singapore Chinese Girls’ School (SCGS), you wouldn’t know about this desk and chair. I told Kai and Ann, this was what I used when I was in secondary school. Kai said that it could have been the exact one I used. Well, perhaps…
This chair and table opened up the flood gate to all my childhood memories. My secondary school days were the best days of my life. Yes, the 80s. The 80s was a fabulous time. Life was simple, things were nice, people were honest and warm. There was a sense of sadness that my children will no longer have those days to enjoy.
Looking at the exhibits, I marvelled at what our founding fatherS did. It was an amazing transformation. I began to wonder what was our present leaders thinking of when they sold Raffles Hotel. Should not she be the pride of our country. A heritage that should have been preserved. Actually, along with her, many iconic buildings were all demolished in the name of urbanisation. Well I see the need to build for human habitat but some things just have to preserve. Removing shorter HDB flats to build taller ones, that would be acceptable. But to destroy iconic buildings of a country…it reflects on the kind of leadership we have. We built the Singapore Flyer (the modern icon) and see what happened? Why build something which others already have?
These three buildings were all very close to the hearts of Singaporeans, they are all gone now. Replacing them are just empty land…waiting for a rich buyer?
These structures beat any of those elongated buildings any time.
The kids and I went to the National Museum. I couldn’t remember when was the last time I was there. It was good to visit. The History of Singapore was amazing. We spent three hours there, just looking and listening to the narration.
She is still looking great. I hope they won’t sell her off or flatten her to make way for roads or houses.
Then I saw this…
Unless you are from the school, Singapore Chinese Girls’ School (SCGS), you wouldn’t know about this desk and chair. I told Kai and Ann, this was what I used when I was in secondary school. Kai said that it could have been the exact one I used. Well, perhaps…
This chair and table opened up the flood gate to all my childhood memories. My secondary school days were the best days of my life. Yes, the 80s. The 80s was a fabulous time. Life was simple, things were nice, people were honest and warm. There was a sense of sadness that my children will no longer have those days to enjoy.
Looking at the exhibits, I marvelled at what our founding fatherS did. It was an amazing transformation. I began to wonder what was our present leaders thinking of when they sold Raffles Hotel. Should not she be the pride of our country. A heritage that should have been preserved. Actually, along with her, many iconic buildings were all demolished in the name of urbanisation. Well I see the need to build for human habitat but some things just have to preserve. Removing shorter HDB flats to build taller ones, that would be acceptable. But to destroy iconic buildings of a country…it reflects on the kind of leadership we have. We built the Singapore Flyer (the modern icon) and see what happened? Why build something which others already have?
These three buildings were all very close to the hearts of Singaporeans, they are all gone now. Replacing them are just empty land…waiting for a rich buyer?
These structures beat any of those elongated buildings any time.
Another good piece
Going through Kai’s holiday homework. One of them, a poem he wrote…
Sparkler Nights
When I was a child,
I longed for Sparkler Nights.
When my imagination would take flight.
When dancing stars and smiling moon come out,
And matches flair, sparks fly sizzling through the sky
But when they sputter out and die,
It just isn’t fair,
Gone is the magic in the air
And he even attached a picture of him playing the sparkler in his pj, he was just three.
It’s picture like this which always make me wish….they will never grow up. So cute, isn’t he.
I am not sure what prospect is there being a writer in Singapore. A place which places little value in Literature. If his talent is indeed in this area, I will do everything I can to make sure he gets the best in order to reach his fullest potential. A Wordsworth in the making.
Going through Kai’s holiday homework. One of them, a poem he wrote…
Sparkler Nights
When I was a child,
I longed for Sparkler Nights.
When my imagination would take flight.
When dancing stars and smiling moon come out,
And matches flair, sparks fly sizzling through the sky
But when they sputter out and die,
It just isn’t fair,
Gone is the magic in the air
And he even attached a picture of him playing the sparkler in his pj, he was just three.
It’s picture like this which always make me wish….they will never grow up. So cute, isn’t he.
I am not sure what prospect is there being a writer in Singapore. A place which places little value in Literature. If his talent is indeed in this area, I will do everything I can to make sure he gets the best in order to reach his fullest potential. A Wordsworth in the making.
Haze, time to get out
What we did when PSI hit 401 in Singapore.
He just “broke” their chair! The kids called this the Dr Seuss’ house
Great hands-on activity
I love these. Just using rope and UV light to create art
Inside the Art Museum. The former SJI.
Guess what is this portrait made of?
Believe it…shampoo caps
This poster shows the art of embroidery
Reminded me of Sam Lo (aka sticker lady)
Playing with lights.
Why do they always say we have no talent. Look at all these creative works of our people. Seriously, I think we still live in the colonial era where anything "angmorish" is considered art. What the locals do is the 'V' word. Just like 'obit' design sold in market is considered so aunty but same 'orbit' design with a glam label is so in, so fashionable.
Check the site The Art Museum to know more about these activities. Better than getting stuck at home, facing the one-eye monster.
What we did when PSI hit 401 in Singapore.
He just “broke” their chair! The kids called this the Dr Seuss’ house
Great hands-on activity
I love these. Just using rope and UV light to create art
Inside the Art Museum. The former SJI.
Guess what is this portrait made of?
Believe it…shampoo caps
This poster shows the art of embroidery
Reminded me of Sam Lo (aka sticker lady)
Playing with lights.
Why do they always say we have no talent. Look at all these creative works of our people. Seriously, I think we still live in the colonial era where anything "angmorish" is considered art. What the locals do is the 'V' word. Just like 'obit' design sold in market is considered so aunty but same 'orbit' design with a glam label is so in, so fashionable.
Check the site The Art Museum to know more about these activities. Better than getting stuck at home, facing the one-eye monster.
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