Three · Times · Lucky

Been a long time since I last updated. Have been rather busy lately, it seems that after the March holidays teachers in Singapore have been unwilling to return back to work.
I had four job offers to relief teach at four differnt schools in one week, as opposed to the zero from January till March.
Well I am currently on a six week term as a relief teacher at "withheld" p sch, and I must say teaching is not an easy job.
When i first signed up as a relief teacher I envisioned having a class of well behaved kids who would listen and do whatever you say. Boy, was I wrong.....
Teaching a class is not as simple as it seems, firstly you need their attention and seriously I have seen dogs with a longer attention span then kids. All you need to do is turn round and write something on the board, and there goes everyone. They will be playing with each other, disturbing each other, doing other homework. It is really tiring trying to teach, especially when you spend half the time trying to get their attention and the other half actually trying to get them to understand you.
But despite all the hard work I would say it is rewarding, especially when your children start to treat you with respect and regard.

Last week was probably one of the most difficult times ever in my life.
It was the first time in my life when I really felt truly scared.

It was like any other Sunday, church then football, only thing different was that I spent the rest of the night in hospital with doctors trying to find out what the hell was wrong with me.
It was like any other Sunday night, I was watching football when suddenly I just felt really dizzy as in the whole world was swishing about, and my heart rate just sky rocketed. I was like WTF am I having a heart attack or something, my dad promptly called for the ambulance and soon I was whisked away to TTSH. On board the ambulance I was joking around with the paramedics and stuff, but it was there was no doubt that I was scared. I mean what if that really was my last night on earth, was I prepared to go.
Thoughts like these raced through my mind during my stay in hospital for a good 10 hours under observation, and the thing is I realised I was not ready at least not for a good 60 more years. There was so much I haven't done, so much I haven't said and there were so many people that I love and could not part with.
It was during this time when, for the second time when I really felt that my life was in danger, that I realised how much I cared for my family and friends. And how really sometimes I have not shown my due appreciation and love for them.
The rest of the week saw me in hospital again and general feelings of discomfort as I felt nauseous everytime I ate.
Well of course I came out fine, as you can see I'm happily typing away now. Still feeling kind of dizzy when I look at the computer screen though hopefully it will go away soon. Have an appoinment with some specialist today (apparently my ear drums are swollen thus my dizziness) and with a cardio in Febuary just to make sure my Heart is alright.
Well, I guess the experience did have some plus points. For one I'm closer to GOD and I guess I have a diferent outlook towards my life. I guess you really have to make full use of your life, I don't mean enjoying the meterialistic side of life but rather life for life itself. To do something fruitful, to make a difference to live!!

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee ORD Loh!!!
Haha, to everyone out there, I'm free!
Well free before I find a job to tide me over till the start of the school term that is.
Been doing a lot recently, with so much free time on my hands it has really been the first time in my life where I can readily do the things I never had the time for previously.
For example learning an instrument namely my beloved guitar, trying my hand at fishing (really fun, seriously!) and other stuff like cleaning my room, writing etc...
I have also found myself gettting into love sappy Korean dramas. Seriously, Korean screen writers and directors are terrific, I have never found myself actually feeling for a on screen fictional character before chancing upon Korean dramas.
Their use of imagery and music combined with their excellent cinematography really gets you feeling for the characters.
Every tear, smile or laughter is duly felt. So much so it gets really heart wrenching when you see the main character dying or what have you.

The most recent one I watched was Sangdoo go to school, reallly great show that is if you skip the ending. I won't spoil it for you in case you want to watch it. The drama stars Korean heart throb Rain and other notable Korean film stars. The story centres around two characters who are deeply in love but has to face countless adversities and trials that constantly keeps them apart.
I love how the story portrays the notion of undying, unconditional love, and devotion for one another. It really tells a story of true love, where the characters do not love each other for what they are but who they are, loving someone for who he or she truly is.
I mean these days, when looking for a partner what do you consider first, status, money, education?
Why are we considering all these things when there are so much more important qualities like whether is the person kind, goodhearted, devoted or caring??
Maybe I'm living in my own lovey dovey fantasy world, but hey I rather live in my own world then a world devoid of true love.

Yesterday marked my first time and most likely my last time ever going clubbing.
I just don't get the whole clubbing thing.
When my friend first approached me I was like ok, it should be a good experience, especially since my friends are always raving about how happening it is.
It was a good experience no doubt, a good LEARNING experience.
I mean firstly, whats up with the dressing, everybody looks like everybody. Seriously, all the guys are either wearing a long sleeve shirt or a polo tee and almost everyone will be sporting a earing hanging by his left earlobe. How rebellious and original -sarcastic-
The girls are also similarly decked in a mini tube and an even minier skirt which would probably get them questioned by the vice squad on any other day.
Furthermore the amounts of makeup on their face looks as though it would crack and fall off at the slightest touch. Whats up with the makeup anyway, I mean the club is so dark no one can really tell if you are good looking or ugly. I mean its so dark that immediately upon entry everyone had to take out their personal 'mini smoking light sticks' to find their way around.
I also find it really funny to see people trying to dance when they honestly can't, and people trying their hardest to look like a hip hop star, I mean whats up with that, why try to act black. So degrading. Everyone is basically trying to be someone they are not which I find really fake and disturbing.
The crowd was also terrible, I mean how can anyone dance in there? Its like trying to dance in my clothes cabinet, no I think I would have more room in my cabinet.
Well lets just say that I left after about 2 hours, visibly bored and disgusted at the amount of OTHER peoples sweat on my body. My body stank of smoke, it was like I had been to hell and back. Well maybe for me it really was going to hell and back.
I had this distinct impression that most of the people inside were just trying to be older than they really were which I felt make them seem even less mature. I mean you really don't look cool when you are puking all over yourself.
Maybe my views are biased cause I don't really like crowds and loud music but well thats just me.

Man I am so hot!! literally, feeling really hot on the inside because of my mild sunburn (I can't really get burnt thanks to my naturally dark skin)
Went fishing at Labrador Park with Wee Kiang today, armed with my 7 foot SUREcatch Twister rod you could say I was pretty confident of grabbing myself a whopper.
The day didn't start so well as before I could even cast my fishing line it started to pour, you could probably imagine my disappointment especially since how I travelled one freaking hour to get to Harbourfront MRT. Luckily the rain passed quite quickly and soon I was fantasizing myself landing a 3 foot long Grouper and being the envy of all the fishing Ah Peks around.

Well lets just say that after almost 3hours of fishing I had more chance of pulling a fish out of a swimming pool than out from the freaking sea. It was freaking devoid of life or so I thought, cause along comes this uncle and freak! he is pulling out fishes three at a time with his rod. I tried avoiding eye contact and busied myself with my rod constantly reeling in and letting out my line, trying to look as pro as I can. Of course it didn't really work cause soon he noticed my my inability to land any fish and actually gave me one of his 'special' hooks. Well those 'hooks' worked and just 10mins after using those hooks I caught my first fish WHOOOOOOO!!! yeh old people are cool

Yeh anyone wants to go fishing please call me