Friday, June 15, 2012

time flies.

It has been 4 years. In a blink of an eye.. all of us have grown up in our own ways. We have matured through the years.. and most decisions are made with a sound mind.

But there are still some of the fights that are fought on illogical terms.. terms of which you and I simply cannot comprehend. How do fights happen? Sometimes it's our innate desire to win in irrelevant conversation. Think about it. The time we spent on merely fighting about our cause could well be spent on just performing the cause and then make merry in our own ways. But? We fight because we want to win.

Our minds create this void. This need to justify that what we stand for is important and necessary. In actual fact, if we X this out.. there can be many other ways of solving all arguments. But still? We fight.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

To all the female facilitators..

To all the girls who are camp facilitators:

Dear all,

Which female in the world does not like to put on makeup, strut in heels, and parade down Fifth Avenue of New York or Orchard Road of Singapore? Which girl does not enjoy basking in the sun, don on a sunglass, and watch every man steal a second glance at her?

My dear friends; let me share this with you. Every woman likes being looked at, they like dressing up and making themselves pretty. As what they always say, “A way to a man’s heart is through his eyes – that’s why girls of all ages put on makeup”. Every woman enjoys the comfort of a man humoring them and giving them their full attention.

But why, why is it that my profession is different from any others out there? Just because I put on a dri-fit T-shirt with a ¾ adidas pants and track shoes, I am different from the other girls out there? I have my fair share of dressing up too – I can if I want to. But I don’t. Because it is simply NOT necessary. If I dress myself up in a nice heel and nice corporate pants with a long-sleeve top, I would only give myself more trouble. And let me tell you – I have climbed up the bukit timah hill with my corporate pants, my pumps and my bag filled with a huge mac air. So why should I put myself in this situation when all I can do is just wear my dri-fit T-shirt and track shoes and throttle along the different schools I go to?

All I can say is that one of the most independent and strong women are the ones who are willing to give up their cosy bed and their heated shower just to be at a camp. Not forgetting the many cons of being in a camp – cold shower, noisy children, children that simply refuse to sleep, sleeping on cold hard floors, bathing with no lights on, pretending to be energetic when you are just tired and children crying for no apparent reason.

Have you ever considered how many of these women who would give their 3 days or 5 days of their entire week just to be in a camp with students that are but mere strangers nurturing? For them to rattle off values from their head, and instill the discipline in 200 odd students surely says something about their ability to raise good children.  

But how many of us truly see it that way? I can count the many men in the world that would turn a blind eye and not fancy a female camp instructor. What with all the domineering, perfectionistic, and aggressive facilitators there are – we can hardly compare them with a demure, happy-go-lucky girl-next door. Afterall, what men are after are but women who would care for their manicure than opening a tin can of biscuits, women who would care for their face to not look essentially ugly on a morning PT.

So here goes nothing.

Here’s to the camp facilitators who are more motherly by nature, more nurturing and more patient with the campers. Here’s to all the times we sleep on the canteen benches, the hammocks and the cold hard floor. Here’s to all the times we sit by the students just to ensure their safety, and babysit those who can’t sleep. Here’s to the times we shower with the lights off, and shower with little water and the quick showers we always take. Here’s to waiting for everybody to sleep before beginning our night of preparing the logistics for tomorrow, and lying flat on any random floor even if it’s on the roads. Here’s to all those times we try to at least put loose powder on our faces in the morning and to all the times we watch our female friends pick up some extensive lipstick or mascara off the shelves and wondering if we even need one.
Here’s to the crazy times we’ve had in camps but the one thing no one else can take from us – it’s when a student runs towards you and hugs you and tells you “You’re the best instructor ever”.

Don’t worry about the men. The men will come. And he will love you for this side of yours that you are so ashamed of.

Thursday, May 17, 2012


I like blog-hopping. The ones in which they miraculously (yes- miraculously) describe everything around them so beautifully. It makes my heart sigh a little because of the heart aches it puts me through.

I just read a beautiful post by an old friend of mine and really, I am lost for words.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

I like this post. This picture. Taken off facebook.

It just shows how mighty the Lord really is. And in this time when what I really need is comfort and security.. it's nice to find out that the Lord is looking out for me.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Pushing my limits

Last night, I attended this hot flow session in my gym that went really well with me. I was a little afraid of 2 poses but I managed to do it yesterday. Gosh, it was so good. It felt so refreshing and I'm suddenly so addicted to Yoga all over again.

At this moment as I blog this, some idiot with no common sense just blasted me via Facebook. My friend wanted an opinion on BV/LV for his wallet - and of course, I went for BV. Nonetheless, all the others were so ready to comment with LV as their choice. I mean, LV is nice.. but LV is too common. This idiot came back with a reply: "Bacterial Vaginosis - says the lady". It's like, hello? WHAT AN IDIOT.

So I had to come up with a better comeback - I went for "Did you just google BV.... because you didn't know what it is?" My gosh, some people.. They're just shallow.

'Nuff said.

Owning a car

Family feud in the morning at 6am could possibly one of the most painful things to bear. It's not as though there was a need to fight. It is just that there is a clash of differences.

Calling a car your own maybe a far-Fetched ideal but it is a painful process. The amount of money you spend on a single car to beautify it to perfection is one thing. To allow it to survive on petrol and all the other annoying ideal is another.

I am annoyed I am paying for a car that is literally not mine.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Hello old friend, we meet again..

Posting 1 entry this morning made me felt like posting another... and another.. and another.

How is it that there are so many things to say but so little things to type? It is as though this blog is like an old friend, but yet it has evolved into a stranger. Of which I don't know if I know her anymore. There's a million things to update an old friend about your life - but how can we do it when the words don't form in your head (or in this case, on your hands anymore)?

An old illness kicked in - gastric. I will master all courage to do anything else but to sit and wait for the gastric to go away is one of the most painful things to endure.

And now.. till I write again later on.