| Chicken Dance (Part 2) |
[Oct. 27th, 2009|02:00 am] |
I've never really understood why some friends aspired to be Primary / Secondary school teachers. I've tried my hand at relief teaching, some camps and workshops etc, and I've always felt that it was exasperating to try to explain basic concepts and communicate in a more simplified manner, since I've always had some difficulty making direct points. And what's with rowdy kids and the constant need to speak a few tens of decibels higher in day-to-day conversation with them, and having to come up with ingenius ideas to sustain their interest and their adoration of you. Far too tiring for me.
I did some facilitation work at a neighbourhood school today, and was placed in charge of a Secondary One Express class. It was, chaotic. The students ran around without a single inkling of authority, and their form teachers couldn't care less either. It was quite a contrast - you had all these noisy, spritely young things, and you also had a bunch of poker-faced, wrinkled adults, who moved about like R2D2 in Star Wars.
Apparently the sense of achievement from getting their school into the Singapore Guinness Book of Records for the longest-lasting chicken dance (all 5 minutes of it), was going to boost their morale, so that was just what we did.
We pleaded, we cajoled, we screamed, we appeased - just to get them to even carry out the dance moves. Once. That whole process had to be repeated over a zillion times, before they actually grudgingly slipped into dance mode, and yes, they did make the records.
And surprise, surprise. Despite all that whinging and black faces, they actually did enjoy it! We had them write 'learning journals' at the end of it, and collected it back. I had expected to see tons of 'worst day of my life', 'lame ass shit', 'who gives a damn about chicken dance', but those little angels actually felt differently, contrary to the signals they gave out. They actually did feel a sense of achievement, and did have fun. So those ear-ripping screams that rang out at the end of 5 minutes weren't simply because they were boomboxes ready to explode, but instead, a victorious war cry.
It was quite a rewarding moment for me, sitting all sweaty in a corner of their hall with a stack of their journals in my lap, and thinking to myself, 'Teacherhood, possibly?'
Then again, no one actually wrote that they'd be willing to do the chicken dance all over again.
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| Art Work (2006 - Present) |
[May. 16th, 2009|03:52 pm] |
I had no formal art training or experience prior to taking art in junior college. Due to budget constraints in my college (I was part of the first batch of art students), I was unable to focus purely on photography, and had to take up pencil and paint work as well.
I spent 1.5 years living, sleeping and smelling art, fervently practicing on a daily basis, in order to bring my drawing skills on par with the rest of my class, something which I'm pretty proud of.
( My work. )
There's more of my photography work scattered around on my Livejournal.
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| Samples of Work at AGI Communications (Dec 2007) |
[May. 16th, 2009|06:47 am] |
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LIPPO REALTY
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Your passion. Your joy. Your playground.
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With home nestled between golfing greens and lapping waters, this is where your dream vacation lies. There's no backyard more lush, and no front porch more alluring. So get ready to set sail for this marina life! |
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| Thorny Rose |
[Apr. 5th, 2009|03:45 am] |
  ( It's been awhile. )I need to take more photographs. Of since displaced faces and names, but deeply embedded memories. I hope I am somewhere, and a someone, to them too. |
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| Here comes the sun! |
[Apr. 1st, 2009|03:42 am] |
I'm back to hitting 13km on tarmac, and I'm hoping I'd keep this up - either build up on the speed, or increase the distance, over the next few weeks. It just struck me that it's 2 months to Sundown, and in the countdown towards it, 19 days will be spent studying for the finals, 12 days will be spent in Israel, and another 14 days in London (hopefully!). I wonder what my longest distance will be, considering I'd have to cover that before I leave for Israel.
Sundown is starting to look a little daunting.
My ankle's being annoying as usual - I can tell when I hit the 5km mark, because that's when the muscle starts to twitch. And I can't resist this - it gets on my nerves! Haha.
Oh, and I read Plato's Symposium, and it is said that people were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
Aww, this is pretty lovely, although I don't really care very much for love at the moment.
It brings to mind gaudy keychains of broken hearts, that will never share the same house key. |
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| It's an A! |
[Mar. 25th, 2009|02:21 am] |
I am mighty pleased with my Public Policy essay which has just been returned, since S (as he signs off as) calls it 'A good (and very credible) effort!', claiming 'the argument is good and you make a plausible case'.
Hip hip hurray!
Let me celebrate a little, since that was the essay question which I picked as a challenge to myself - I don't usually attempt such questions, and slaved over the readings on the plane to-and-fro from Korea, whilst everyone was making full use of the in-flight entertainment or catching up on sleep, and subsequently spent hours whining about it in school and at home. I can't remember how many times I berated myself for being smarty-pants.
Now, the funny bit is, S commented on my writing style - 'your writing style is basically good but comes across a little too formal and a bit stilted (which is better than too colloquial)'. This is puzzling, albeit amusing, since I was discussing the pluralist and elitist system, which is pretty much a serious topic. Moreover, he chastised me for using too informal terms in my last paper (I likened some policy to being 'the cherry atop a cupcake', HAHA).
Perhaps S wants me to tread the thin line between frivolity and seriousness.
In line with that, I know just what I should start my upcoming paper with - 'Social problems are alike attention-seeking whores. Amidst the highly stratified population of issues, they manage to claw their way to celebrity status, to become dominant topics of political and social discourse.'
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