Blow wind blow (clickey!)

According to Erik Erikson's stages of human development, first enumerated in Childhood and Society (1950), a young adult is generally a person between the ages of 19 and 40, whereas an adolescent is a person between the ages of 12 and 18...

And I find the above statement disturbing, because it stirs up what I've been pondering for a few weeks. You know how the brain ponders when there's nothing better to think about.

Well to start off with, an adolescent is a person between the ages of 12 and 18. This is disturbing, because dang, I wouldn't qualify as an adolescent in slightly more than a month's time. Imagine the death-glare a newspaper stand uncle would give me if I purchased this in time to come...


And imagine reading about how a 13 year old wants to slit-wrist-drink-blood over a failed relationship. I would label myself a peadophile for that. I know this argument is short and doesn't qualify me a GP grade above U, but yes, let's close the issue about adolescence.

Moving on to something highly disturbing, "a young adult is generally a person between the ages of 19 and 40." Imagine if your mum gave birth to you at a tender age of 21, both you and your mum would fall under the same age stratum by the time you turn 19.

My point is, this statement is flawed. Very flawed!

My friends, tell me about a time where amidst many considerations, your adventurism spurred you to continue with a plan/ make a certain decision. Yet when things turn out the way you didn't want it to be (but have anticipated during your internal debate), you were reprimanded by adults for being naive and having the lack of foresight. Tell me about another instance where you voiced your opinion, only to be dismissed as immature. Tell me about... ... ...

You see, people in the 19-20 age group are neither teenagers nor adults. They are too mature to make naive mistakes, yet too naive to be regarded as adults.

"A young adult is generally a person between the ages of 19 and 40"?
Nonsense. That's why I say 40 year olds should not, and can never, be grouped under the same category as 19 year olds.

And as you figure and ponder over the socratic bull crap written above, I should grab a copy of July's Teenage before being labeled a peadophile next month.

Friday will be a day that I will want to always remember.

Words of gratitude, showering of gifts and blessings; they were overwhelming. There was so much joy, because it was afterall the last day of work, yet when the clock read 5pm I secretly wanted time to pass slower so I could savour every moment left in CME.



I will miss these lovely bunch of people.

Of course not forgetting the really important people who were too busy to be included in this photo shoot 3 weeks ago.

hadimaH - THE really nice lady, always complimenting me for the simplest reasons... offered me chocs and sweets right from day 1... told me that the A level kids will be missed when all of us are gone... ... ... her 2 daughters are really blessed :)

ymeR - not that he was too busy/important to be included in this photo, just that he wasn't in the same department. I will miss his ghost-whisperer-like kind of football cheer, his random outbursts of songs while queuing for lunch, and of course! his signature 老鼠爱大米 song which (accidentally) sounds absolutely Japanese when sung by him.

gniB - 'probably the best supervisor in the world', for putting up with the millions of errors I made cos he knew speed was my strength while carelessness was my vice; for allowing the department to take 1.5 hrs lunch breaks while we declared 0.5hrs on our time sheets; for advising us who to stay clear off so that we do not partake in politics; for treating the '3 kids of the department' to dinner on my last day; and for carrying/slinging my very-heavy-and-full-of-chalet-clothes-跑路 bag all the way till he alighted at Tampines.

BOSS - I will remember her for her too-cool-and-sporty-to-be-a-boss appearance; for not posing me any questions besides "any questions?" during the interview; for um-chioing and replying with an "orh" when I spoke during the interview; for overhearing her squeal over a cute wallpaper in her office (so much for her macho outlook); AND FOR CATCHING HER EXERCISE AT THE OFFICE'S ENTRANCE DURING MY LAST 10 MINUTES AT WORK ON FRIDAY. That paiseh look on her face will be carved, etched and fossilized in my head XD

And if you've been wondering since when I've adopted the TwIt WaY oF tYpInG NaMeS, I have actually spelled the names inside out backward-front in hope that I could fool search engines.

Oh yea, and I should thank Global for retrenching me. How funny that the retrenchment was actually a blessing in disguise!

Whoever said plastic is non-biodegradable, Metro's gonna prove you wrong.



It's plastic bag disintegrated right in my wardrobe. It looks like a miniature Sichuan wreck.


To digress a little...



Besides his We Are The World composition, I've always liked this song of his. And I have actually realised that this part of the entry isn't very much a digression from the title cos Jackson had much to do with plastic.

Rest in peace, legendary Moonwalker.

Videos recommended by my equally retarded brother. Enjoy.

Lady, you sure are cruel.
Lady, do you know how poisonous that mouth of yours is
those vibes you unleash in the heat of anger
do you know how venomous they are
how destructive they can be.

For all the times I've tolerated
you made me live the life of a masquerader.

It's so difficult not to hate you
yet so painful to do so.

You don't know
do you?

Time and time again I have looked at others' blogs and pondered over the reason behind the declining number of posts. I saw their blogs dwindle, and the blogs were eventually reduced to zilch. Today, I stare at this text box I am currently typing in, wrecking for the inspiration to author a constructive post, but to no avail (as you can see).

2 more weeks till my stint at nus ends.
Till then!

12 of June Remy's last day
Zan's at UAE out to play
Bart's coming back another day
We'll miss you, Remy the gay

3 more weeks till my last day

Hip

Hip

Hooray

Tell me, why does he look like Kim Bum in this photo!

TEEHEE

Dad passed me an ICI Dulux catalogue on Saturday evening, asking me to choose the colours that appealed to me. Never did I know that he had the intention to get a painter the following day to paint my room. So TADAA! My room is, at long last, repainted.

Lollipop.Fog.
aka a new shade of pink and gray.

Lollipop turned out brighter than expected, so my room looks like a doll house now. Bimbotic, Serene says. But I am glad I was allowed to try daring colours. There's no need to ogle over rooms in Home Decor now. Wait till I get to order new monochromatic furnitures, I would have fulfilled my dream of becoming an interior designer... for myself at least.


As evening approached, the painter left. The room nearest to the balcony exuded the smell of paint. The walls were coated with a layers of bright, fresh paint.

The girl was satisfied.

Shelves and wardrobes were moved back to where they were rooted for the past ten years. Yet it wasn't tall, sturdy furniture that caught the girl's attention.

It was the stick that did.
It was that floorball stick that the girl painstakingly forked money for that did.
It was the floorball stick that masks the girl's greatest affirmations and disappointments in her JC life.

I directed my vision to the right, only to find the woman seated beside me chewing on bubble tea pearls. "The bus driver must have been blind in one eye", I sniggered.

Just then, I caught a lady in the adjacent bus feasting on a Macdonald cone.

Well, that bus driver must be blind in both eyes.

Credits to my cousin who posted this on Facebook.
Some are old jokes while some are really hilarious.
Too funny not to share.
Enjoy.


1、题目：一边……一边……
小朋友写：他一边脱衣服，一边穿裤子。
老师批语：他到底是要脱还是要穿啊？


2、题目：其中
小朋友写：我的其中一只左脚受伤了。
老师批语：你是蜈蚣吗？


3、题目：陆陆续续
小朋友写：下班了，爸爸陆陆续续的回家了。
老师批语：你到底有几个爸爸呀？


4、题目：难过
小朋友写：我家门前有条水沟很难过。
老师批语：老师更难过。


5、题目：又……又……
小朋友写：我的妈妈又矮又高又胖又瘦。
老师批语；你的妈妈是变形金钢吗？


6、题目：你看
小朋友写：你看什么看！没看过啊
老师批语：没看过


7、题目：欣欣向荣
小朋友写：欣欣向荣荣告白。
老师批语：连续剧不要看太多了！


8、题目：好吃
小朋友写：好吃个屁。
老师批语：有些东西是不能吃的。


9、题目：天真
小朋友写：今天真热。
老师批语：你真天真。


10、题目：果然
小朋友写：昨天我吃水果，然后喝凉水。
老师批语：是词组，不能分开的。


11、题目：先……再……，例题：先吃饭，再冼澡。
小朋友写：先生，再见！
老师批语：想像力超过了地球人的智慧。


12、题目：况且
小朋友写：一列火车经过，况且况且况且况且况且况
老师批语：我死了算了。

A child needs advice from a trusted adult.
A child needs comforting words.
A child needs affirmation.
A child desires to be understood.
And a child yearns for heart-to-heart discussions.

Yet often, the child gets non of the above.
The child receives tongue lashing.
The child receives a string of ego-deflating remarks.
The child is put down.
And there's nothing left besides her composure to fend for herself.
There's nothing left to defend herself from the adult's unexpected outburst.

Thankfully, valuable lessons are learned the hard way.

So thank you for teaching the child that she shouldn't harbour idealistic desires.
Thank you for teaching her independence, for making her realise that it is a vital skill to overcome transition phases of life alone.
Thank you for moulding her, for the better or otherwise, into a willful yet resilient child.
Thank you for allowing her to experience the power of heart-infiltrating friendships.

And thank you for teaching her the importance of listening to her children when she has her own in future.

Camped at the corner of a cabin, I stood and watched the busy world go by as I attempted to embrace my 20-stations journey home. The frustration and impatience of fellow commuters in the jam-packed cabin was fathomable.

Just as grown, sturdy (and not to mention, ungracious) men squeezed their way to vacant priority seats, an old man boarded the train. He did not expect anyone to give up a seat for him; no one did anyway. All he headed for was a handrail beside me. So there he stood, hunched with an umbrella in his left hand and the handrail in his right. For 20 minutes, he stood gazing out of the window, as if questioning the existence of humanity.

At long last, a young man stood up from his seat - to alight from the train, of course. A lady tapped the old man on his shoulder to offer him the seat, yet he declined to accept her goodwill.

He was contented with status quo.
Standing was an indication of his independence.
He reminded me so much of my late grandpa - quiet, independent, contented.

And admirable.

The old man was again, gazing out of the window.
But this time his gaze seemed to have softened.
Perhaps he was celebrating the revival of humanity.
Or perhaps he was contemplating whether to brood over the affirmation he had received - the affirmation of old age.

The mercilessly draggy train ride ended at Tampines. The old man alighted.
Impatient passersby overtook the old man's path.
The old man watched the rest of the world wheeze by as he made way to the gantry slowly.
He was savouring every moment of his good old life - just as readers savour every sentence of an epilogue.

I am merely at the prologue of life.
Prologues do not supercede epilogues.

There was no reason for me to overtake the old man's path.
There was no need to blend into the crowd.

I still love the potter puppet pals after so long X)

I want to pen thoughts down.
But I can't.
I don't want to -

It was pouring during lunch hour. A relaxing stroll to MOE HQ was made impossible; we were left with no choice but to lunch at the expensive food court downstairs.

Because it was cold, I stopped by the snack stall and decided on a nice, warm drink.

"Auntie, one mocha please. Takeaway."
"什么？"
"Mocha. 打包"
"Orrrh! More-car ah."
"Arh."

Auntie #1 conveyed my order to auntie #2. Auntie #2 subsequently passed my order to auntie #3. Apparently, all 3 aunties were tickled.

"小妹, 你要 mor-kar ah? 要不要进来?"
"huh?"
"你要 mor-kar 对吗? 近来,我帮你摸 "
"O.O!"
"你明白 auntie 说什么吗?"
"明白... 摸脚..."

all 3 aunties in unison "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"