So, my last post here before I turned into the big twenty-one.

How should I say then..

21 years ago, my mother expected a little baby boy in her tummy. Everyone was elated that it was a baby boy. This little bugger was very obedient, (he) did came out right at the time that the doctors predicted (him) to. But surprsingly, when the baby was born, it gave everyone the biggest shock ever. Because the so called baby boy has turned into a baby girl.

Oh yes, that's me. :)
But don't you worry, I'm a absolutely purrrfect girl, as in 100% girl lah. -_-

So anyway, everyone doted on me even though I was a girl and I led a very barbaric childhood. My mother once told me, that I snatched my sister's chicken drumstick (after finishing mine) and used the plastic chair to hit her head. So she cried so loudly and kept crying so it was impossible for her to say that I stole her chicken drumstick. While the culprit - me, sat on the stairs to slowly savour my stolen possession. Hurhur.

But I was so cute, how can anyone not love me!

Although really, I was am really a bad tempered kid. So much so my mother did not know what to do to me when I was young. Haha, I obviously improved, still bad tempered yes, easily agitated yes, but at least I haven't murdered anyone yet.


I grew and grew, more horizontally than vertically (sadly).

Look at that tummy of mine! (and that face)
Anyway, that shirt is a propaganda for Dads. Haha.

I can't really exactly remember what was my childhood like. But at least I wasn't deprived of it. I loved cartoons like Captain Planet, Mickey Mouse and gang, Carebears(!!), Smurfs(!!!) and of course the classics of Lassie the Dog, and Lion King.
Little Mermaid was never my cup of tea.

The first time I put on make up, was for my Kindergarten performance at the Power House at Somerset. I wore this white lacy fluffy dress with green dark flower patches and red lipstick. -_-
Oh, and the second time was my kindergarten graduation.. which felt sticky and horrid.


Then I grew (and grew). I went into PLMGPS where I spent most of time at bookshops, had my first 2 milk teeth plucked from the horrible dentist. I loved the ecogarden, and got my first bunny from there.


My first, Bugy the brown one;
Blackeye, is the white one. I got him from one of the contractors who was renovating our house the other time.

I obviously had lots of many good memories and bad memories of primary school. I was terrorized by maths and science teachers, loved Chinese and I even remember my dear ol' squadmate Eunice who puked on me during morning assembly which resulted me having to wear the recycled dampy-smelling old uniforms from the sick bay for the rest of the day. I loved the book shop too, and I used save up to buy lots of stickers and small note pads which until today, I still keep quietly in my drawer, unbear to use them. I sat the school bus to school, and it was number 8. Bus auntie always scolded us for eating on the bus, but some people still do anyway. On occasions when she's happy, she'd treat us to biscuits. We being little kids, will be so happy. :D

During Primary 4, I was in the class 'Love'. I remember the stupid silly childish jokes people used to make fun of. When people ask you, "What class are you from?" Then you'd naturally, almost instinctively reply "I'm in Love". The next thing you know, the entire bench of friends will crack up in laughter and ask "ORHHHHHHHH!!! Who are you in love with?!"

-___________-

Kids.

I made my first best friend, Esther, from love too! We were infactuted with hamsters and we hit off really well. Before I left for NZ, I met up with her. It was almost 8 years since we met up and boy, it was cool. :D There's another girl, Jasmine. I still send her snail mails occasionally but then I think she shifted and we lost contact. :/

Oh and of course, I remember the fishball noodles which I ate on my first day in school and puked it all out (Hahahaha). I remember the 10cents biscuits and money bags. I remember the 30cents nuggets that stall 3 used to sell, and the char siew rice with the blue plate. (Oh, now you know why I kept growing horizontally. :S) Then we had the brush-your-teeth-after-recess practice, and canteen cleanliness where we'd get stars from it.

The most famous thing about Primary school though, will be "Fingers on your lips!"
Lol. How memorable.



Then, I had a score of 227 (how pathetic) for my PSLE and naturally opted for PL secondary where I would say, spent one of the most memorable times in my life.

I was a horrible kiddo in Sec 1. I didn't know what I was doing, too infactuted with NPCC and failing all my subjects. I failed Geography and Maths when I was in Sec 1. Well, NPCC literally changed my life and made my secondary school life so much more exciting. Haha, Sec 1 of course involved with a series of crushes (heh heh) and so on and so forth. I even remember quarrelling with Pearlyn because of a senior (which I believe many would know who. :P ) and because of a very very stupid thing. It's such an embarrassment now that I speak about it. But then these are the things that makes school life much more happier.


This photo is classic!
Sec 1 Squad 00', taken during Farewell 00' with our ever dearest NCO Clarice. :D
I couldn't remember where the others went though.


Those years passed with a flash. Happy moments never last do they? We spent so much time at places like heartland mall, OMS (Opposite Mama Stall) with instant noodles and playgrounds. We spent so much time rolling around the basketball court, laughing at trees and yelling commands. That basketball court which is now gone contains so much of our sweat, tears and laughter. The carpark, which leaves no trace of yesterday has hidden all our memories beneath the newly laid tiles.






Gone were those days, of sleepy silent readingly, murmuring of the National Anthem and pledge and singspiration.



Happy P.E Days;


Boring Physics lessons;


Noisy Cosy classrooms;


And wonderful friends.

Friends especially included Niaos, and .22. Come to think of it, it's almost 8 years of friendship with these guys and 10years with Pearlyn. How many 10 years do we have in our life? :) I totally heart them to bits.



I had my first job, after O' Levels at ICA. I still remember working at the IC department, going through all sorts of shit and hurling abuses for the job. It was afterall my first job, and there I was complaining about this and that. Although still, I remembered there was where I met Weifeng, and 3 other people who were assigned to IC dept too. I was always at the front desk counter, so I hardly had any interaction with them except lunch. All I knew, Weifeng pissed me off greatly that time. Haha.

So anyway, I graduated with a mere mediocre 15-pointer for O' Levels, exceptionally relieved for passing both my maths with at least a B. We all left the sheltering walls of PL in search of our own future. PL to me was like my second home, NPCC then was like my life. Although I applied for the December course of CIBTC, I flopped and did not get selected. I didn't know what was running through my mind, but I applied for the june course, and got in..

Oh no. It wasn't easy. It was never easy. The course itself has contained so much embarrasing memories sometimes I don't want to think about it. But at times, I think back and realise the course has taught me a lot. More soft skills, than hard skills. Soft skills that I'd keep for life, hard skills that I've passed on to the later generation. The old Police Academy, the drill shed and the lecture rooms. How much those things I feared during that 16 days of training. The medic room that I so often visited and the instructors. The instructors that some became my friends and the sqaudmates and groupmates that went through ATC, specifically Liren and Renyu. I've always though our names are very cute; Li Ren, Li Yu, Ren Yu. Haha.


Bravo;




The girls with 2 very black-faced instructors. Tsk.


A very random photo of Area 5 CIs at the end of the J04 Course.


Life as an instructor brought a whole different meaning to NPCC. I learn a lot from many many of my seniors, esp Zhenying and Mel, and other area instrcutors as well. For the 4 years of service I was as an instructor, I had my own fair share of critiques, dismay, fun and joy. The service meant a lot to me, but the friendship forge meant even more. It's hard to put a finger to the type of friendships I encountered with these instructor, but for some it was very inspirational, very fulfilling and an absolutely joy. I may not be the best instructor around, but I gave my all to the unit for all these years of service. No matter what, I hope at the end of the day, I have impacted at least one of my kids in school to become a better person, a better leader.







Life in PL ended on a lovely sad note as we all moved on.

How did I get into Ngee Ann, I didn't know. But despite the long distance travelling on 74 and squeezing on the bus with my 2.7kg heavy laptop at 8am in the morning everyday, I am glad I went. Because without going, I'd never have such wonderful friends in my life.


Poly was a hard fitting in process for me. Being in a girls school for 10 years and suddenly stepping into a school that had the existence of the male species was absolutely daunting. My already bad perception of those species did not improve my time in school either. To be honest, it was only after working with Area 5 instructors did I learn to tolerate them. I enjoyed working with Area 5 instructors, until I realised that poly guys were totaly differen. Instructors had to have a certain level of EQ and IQ, majority of the guys then.. still didn't have.

So oh well, being the feminist me kept to myself and my girlfriends. Which.. made me poly life the most most enjoyable thing of all.
:D


SPLAT! My biggest loves! :)

Then came third year, I was so so so so soooo lucky to be able to meet such a wonderful group. Limei, Auntie Lays and Deldel! :D They were simply awesome. We not only had so much chemistry in doing work, we laughed over the silliest things too. Hahaha, it's really a blessing that I still keep in contact with them today. :D They're simply too adorable to ignore.


Deldel, Limei and Auntie Lays. :)


You don't need a lot of friends. You just need those that will listen to you. I'm fortunate to have found these. :)



After graduation, I was faced with the largest obstacle ever and that was universities. Being the very average student with the most average results, I obviously did not manage to get into 3 of the local universities. Under pressure from my parents, I applied for overseas. In the midst of that, I actualy managed to get a job at G2000 Marcoms where I met pretty nice people. My manager was even nice enough to agree to be my referee for my CV when I msged her a few days ago. That job made me learn a lot of things. As usual, I was full of complains. I just need to unleash all these rambles. Once I'm done with it, I'm fine.


So, the applicatio process was.. tiring. Melbourne University was the first to reply me and it rejected me. During then I was so depressed. I thought I was that bad, so bad that no one wanted me. :/ Luckily though, the next few universities accepted.


So here I am now in NZ, typing this as the clock ticks away.




I can't say that being a way from home for a long period of time was easy. Some people thought I'd have never made it, they think that I constantly need encouragement and cheers before I can continue to walk this road. But in actual fact, I'm pretty accustomed to this place already. I do not think of home as much as I do previously and I'm happy and contented with my day to day activities. I learn to fully take care of myself, to ask if you do not know, to buy my own groceries, explore the city alone, wash and dry my laundry, make my bed everyday. I learn to cook (and just learnt how to cook Hainanese Chicken Rice!) and am fully capable of feeding myself.

I've made some good friends here, Jennie's definitely one of them and dear 鰻魚 too. While I may be a little friend-deprived, I seek comfort in myself and get on with life.


I now step out of the carefree teenage world into the world of mentally-challenged adults. Wish me luck.



Happy 21st Birthday, Beakiie.