School(s) & Pride

25 06 2011

Patrician Pride….
Now, I’m not a patrician mainly because Saint Patricks is an all boys school and I’m a chick. But my dad is a Patrician (or ex Patrician, I guess) and thats why I take concern about this.

Before I continue, my dad and his old school friends formed a football team called SPS ’79 a few years ago, mainly to exercise, play the sport they love and enjoy the company of their old friends. Over the past four years, respective families have become involved, majority have jerseys(even if we don’t play) and other years have joined in. Some of my uncles are involved as well and now it’s an amazing group of people where not only Patricians bond and have fun.

What I love about this group is that I want to be just like them. They are a group of alumni which love their school and love their school days. The topic of Patrician pride came up late in the conversation this evening while planning their reunion.

I just had my two cents in the conversation. Pride comes from family. If you don’t have family, pride will not grow. SPS ’79 is one giant family, and as much as I like to tease friends from the school and as much as I might not like to admit it, I have a bit of SPS pride in me. Because of SPS ’79.

Tampines Junior College (TPJC), my current school, believes in school pride and bonding (it’s in our school song). The family I have there makes me feel like I’m part of the school and that’s what matter. I really don’t care about school politics. There’s no fun in that. There is no positive result of that. Being part of the Drama Elective Programme(DEP) of TPJC just makes me feel like I’m in another close family and that there is a strong need to maintain my friendships there, which I hope I will maintain after I graduate in 6 months.

The problem with having or maintaining school pride is the ‘politics’ behind pride. Every school has, had or will have this problem. People attempt to build (dictate) school pride, without the basic foundation; school has to be like a family. End of story. Get that right!

Enough with politics between schools, alumnis and ex-students. There’s no point! Pride is pride, family is family. Politics screws things up.

I seriously didn’t believe there was a need for this post before tonight! I actually thought people understood that.

To all schools and school alumnis: school pride is based on family. If the strong foundation of family is there, you have your pride.
To groups of random friends that were from the same school, do something fun and regular together. Just have fun together. When you worry about ‘pride’, things mess up.



There is a scary kid world too!

4 02 2010

Dear world,

I know I was blogging about the scary adult world in my previous post. Now I am here to blog about the scary kid world.

Adults don’t understand teenagers and kids ( under 13) don’t understand teenagers for one reason and one reason alone. At teenagehood, you begin to realise that the kid world and the adult world are constantly clashing.

This is the only reason why being a teenager is so damn hard!

When you are a kid, there are a few basic expectations. Be respectful to your parents. Make your parent proud. Do well in school. Others are like, love your siblings, have fun, enjoy.

When you are an adult, you have expectations too. MOVE OUT! Get a job! Earn money and make a living. Those are the basic expectations. Others are like own a car, own a house ( move out and own a house is a different thing all together), get married and give your parents grandchildren.

Kids have it tough. Parent yell at them. Some feel like they can’t talk to their parents. They have to be the perfect child. They have to paint, dance, act, sing, play the guitar or some other musical instrument and score at acadamics. Kids really have no time to play!

That is all they want . PLAY! Kids are biologically programmed to play. That is all they want.

Adults get more freedom ( that is why alot of teens want to grow up faster, the freedom. I will touch on this more later). They make their own choices, do what they want, they are responsible for themselves. They don’t understand what that is like yet because they have yet to move out but! They don’t care. As long as their parents ( who say they love them) aren’t under the same roof they are fine.

To all parents. Give your teens the freedom. Because to keep love is to give it wings. I know you don’t want them drinking smoking or doing drugs and most kids, if they know that they are given the oppertunity to be responsible without their parents breathing down their necks about it, they will be responsible. Parents say they love their kids. I think they say it by default. Some love their kids. Most not really. Most don’t love their kids unconditionally. I believe that is how conflict between parents and teens arise. The lack of love from the parents side. I am not being biase. I am being truthful.

Most teens just want to be understood and accepted especially by the 2 people who tell them they love them. Honestly, parents! If you contradict yourself, immediately your teen will not believe you anymore!

You know we arent that tough to figure out. You just lack the understanding that it is not us that is the problem and making us emotional and rebilliant. It is our surroundings and situations. And , trust me that includes you.

This is actually on a personal note but I wish my mum just knew that I love her and that I just want her to trust me and love me unconditionally, no matter who my friends are , what school I go to and my appearence. I also wished she knew how much I am so afraid to ask her things and talk to her….because the fact of the matter is…I already know her answer to each question I ask. I don’t see the point in asking any more.

Teens, try and understand your parents. They love you. Yes they do. They just don’t understand you. Be patient and hopefully.

Parents, you don’t need to agree. You just need to understand. However, if you keep your teen waiting too long, you actually may lose contact with them after they move out.

With regards,


O levels so far

26 10 2009


It’s me cow girl, Cheyenne here and boy got I a story for you. Well first off, today’s english o level paper was not that hard. Infact it was as easy as rounding up those darn pony dogs. Second Im as scared as a hound dog in sand foxes territory for tomorrow elementary math paper. Now you may go on and tell me, you’ll be fine but ay! You aint taking that darn rusty old paper tomorrow. That paper which decided your future. See here your great great great…( many greats later) grand papy never had to do no stinking o levels. He just went off and rode on those mustangs you hear. Oh well…

I wrote yall a little story based on the word blue. I wrote it days before I saddled up and drove todays menace out of my sight. I would like yall to read it. My only warning. It may be quite sad….



To many, blue is just a colour -much like red, green, yellow and more. To me, blue is the strange mixture of calmness, sensitivity, strength, boldness and coldness. It is an addicting feeling to be surrounded by so many emotions at once. Unlike drugs, there is no rehabilitation centre. So once you are hooked, you are hooked for life.

My story is simple. I drowned myself in blue. My original school colours were black, white and blue. My uniform was blue. When I finally had gotten my own room, I insisted half of it was to be painted blue. I had one dream. To be completely surrounded by blue.

No one believed anything was wrong. I was not considered obsessed or troubled. I was considered the biggest fan of blue. This followed me right up to my University years. It was there where my need to be surrounded by blue increased and I enrolled to major in the course which would allow me to fulfil my need.

Approximately 4000 kilometres away from Sunny Singapore, Victoria University in Melbourne, Australia offered me a scholarship in Oceanology. It made sense, did it not? I had a need to be surrounded by blue and what a better way to do so than to study the biggest blue substance covering the earth’s surface. The Ocean.

My first year in this course bored me. Only in my second year did I become more interested. Most of my second year was spent out in the open sea. I would dance and swim and submerge myself in the cooling abyss. I would dive down deep to collect specimens from the ocean floor and I would be close to losing my breath before reaching the surface. The adrenaline rush was another addiction that I could not stop.

My Professor and classmates constantly warned me of the dangers. My professor was going to ban me from entering the water too. “Why do you enjoy hurting yourself so much?” he would always ask.

He finally did ban me but insisted I still come to the coast to study the specimens the others had found. However, the smell of the sea was a good enough push for me to disobey my professor and swim away when his back was turned.

I was a good distance away before the group realised I was gone. They all kept shouting for me to return but that just made me swim further away. Their shouts for my return quickly turned into shouts of panic and of warning. A classmate, Dave, shot out after me. He and the others saw something I was too distracted to see. I was swimming into the mercy of a large storm. Thunder ripped and the waves were harsh. The cooling waters took a sharp drop in temperature. Many would have swam away to save their lives. I embraced the blue surrounding me.

The lightning made me smile and I echoed the thunder’s loud scream. The waves tossed me about as if to ask me to join in on their dance. I dived down to watch the calmness of the ocean below its violent dance with the wind and rain, thunder and lightning. Then a strong hand pulled me out from my paradise.

“What do you think you are doing?” Dave shouted above the thunder as he gripped my shoulders.

“I am enjoying myself!”

Dave looked at me like I was mad. His blue eyes scanned my face looking for some sort of ‘sane’ thought. I had never realised how beautifully blue his eyes were. They were these bright pools of blue filled with warmth mixed with fear and terror. It was mesmerising.

“ I am taking you back now!” He yelled with the thunder.

I quickly pushed away. “ I am never going back!”

“You have too, now come on!”

“Dave! Listen to me. I like blue roses. Only blue roses” I said seriously. He stared at me, trying to comprehend my sentence.

“Blue roses…I don’t understand…”

I leaned in and pecked his soft cold, blue lips. “You will.” Before he could say another word, I dived. I dived deeper than I ever had. I looked up and saw Dave reaching out to me, his blue eyes screaming for me to return with him. I reached out to him and we almost got hold of each other but my body gave in and the water flowed into my lungs and I drifted further away from his reach. He was running out of air and went up to catch his breath as my body sank deeper into the abyss below. He dived down again. He could no longer find me and swam back to the shore, tired and with a heavy heart. Our professor picked him up in the school’s speed boat and a rescue team was immediately sent out.

Meanwhile, I smiled as I saw him swim away. My skin began to change in colour and my lungs constantly filled with water. I smiled because I was finally becoming part of my most beloved colour. Blue.

I did not understand her. Out at sea, I did not know what she meant. It took me days to understand. Then, the day of her funeral cum memorial came. Her family had travelled down and now stood along the coast where she had drowned at. Her entire class showed up as well. I walked towards her family, giving my condolences carrying a blue rose with me. Her father tried to smile when he saw the blue rose and mumbled that his daughter had loved blue roses before breaking out into a fresh batch of tears. He calmed down as much as he could and thanked me for trying to save her. Tears whelmed up in his eyes as he looked at me and then walked away to be by himself.

A large boat took her family and close friends as well as a priest to the area where I watched her drown. There, the priest began. There were many tears and many loud sobs. Everyone was so emotional, it made me feel guilty that I could not save her that day. Father asked if I wanted to say some words, considering I was the last to talk to her.

“I did not really know her. I apologise for not trying harder to save her that day. I am really sorry for your lost…. She did put up a fight to return to shore and if it makes you feel any better, she looked rather happy as she was going down. Before she did though, she told me she loved blue roses and so, I brought her one today.”

I walked over to the side of the boat. “This is for you.” I said as I dropped it into the ocean and watch it sink below the surface. It did so gently, it almost looked like she was going down again. I know she is happy, or at least I hope she is.

So close yet so far…

11 10 2009



Dear world,

If you are wondering why I have a picture of my notice board up on this post, it a pretty good question. You see its about 3 weeks to my O levels and now everyone is wondering why I am not studying….


It’s 4 pm on a Sunday afternoon. This is the time my brain goes dead so I thought I communicate with my peeps reading my blog. Posts have been slow and seriously if my O levels weren’t taking up all my time I would be posting almost everyday about almost anything. But since I don’t have that kind of time I thought I do my best to up date everyone and let you know that your patience will pay off. This time next month I will be free to blog once again. {YES!} There are several issues I would like to discuss but things change in the news so we will see what happens yeah.

I thought I up date everyone on me. As I have said earlier, my O levels are in 3 weeks and this board is full of the papers and courses and the schools I am looking at. The two hearts are words of encouragement from classmates and I have timetables and consultation dates and important exam papers, etc. HMMM….my photography looks pretty good… It looks nothing like me real board.

Off topic.

I have a future. Everyone does. That is why I am going to talk about futures. You might thing OH I’m YOUNG! I know NOTHING about the FUTURE. Yes You might think I have a naive thinking but I am learning to be a bit more open minded to the world around me. I see people with futures they wanted, futures they did not expect and futures that were never planned out. I have a future in mind. Great school. AMAZING GRADES. A happy me.

I always come to the conclusion that you have to be happy to have a great life. So if you have a future where you planned to me happy you are my hero.

I think I am going to rest for a while then go back to do work.







God Bless,


Graduation: really the end?

25 09 2009

Dear World,

Tomorrow, the graduating classes of 2009 of my school are having our Graduation Ceremony. I do recall posting my review on HSM 3, stating that it was a scary movie, the scariest I have ever watched and I still say that til today. People asked me why. If you have seen the movie and if you were to step in my shoes ( which a lot of people can do because I have big feet),you will know what I am talking about.  I haven’t been posting for studies have taken up my time, or well most of it. 27 days to my O levels if anyone is wondering. Today, me and my friends celebrated our improved Prelim results so today is my day off. Since tomorrow is my big event, no studying will take place. Hey! Sunday I’m mugging. Don’t worry so much.

Not my point. The thing is, I have been going on about the big O that I forgot about graduation.

Today I had Youth mission with my class and other classes and we had to write on these paper hearts to people we have hurt or who we would like to apologise to and if I was given more than one heart, I would have written to many of my classmates. If you must know, I wrote to my former soccer buddy. She would always bring her soccer ball to school when we were in Primary school together and we and some other friends would play on the field. Strange coming from an all girls school but true story. In fact, it was the only thing I could remember from primary school and wrote to her saying that it was the best time ever. We had fun, got into some trouble but hey we were kids.

I received 2 hearts one apologising to me about something that happened in Primary school and grateful that we could move on ( I can’t remember what happened by the way) and the other from my drama president and I went to talk to her and when I was talking to her and how she was feeling, it made me want to write another heart to her. I think  I will, later tonight. There are things I would love to apologise for her for.

It is so strange when strangers tell you the truth, that you have lost friends and gained new ones but still we should keep the old. They are still friends.

Graduation tomorrow will be the saddest event for me. It doesn’t matter that I will still see these people for another 2 weeks, I know I am going to cry. A classmate said the sweetest thing when she was asked what she would miss the most and she shouted out our class. I might not have many good relations with some of my classmates but if they are reading this right now, I will miss the fun times, or the strange times or those annoying, distracting times. Wacky personalities break up serious moods and keep people moving on. I thank them, even if they didn’t like me, I still thank them. They influenced the way my two years went.

This might not be very original but I am not writing an original story I am writing a true one. I have also mentioned that I hate writing about my personal life but hey, there is always a lesson in everything. This is not exactly a lesson this is a tribute.

I want to grow up, in fact I watched my first NC 16 movie today but I don’t want to leave my school. I have been there 10 years. The values taught have been instilled into me. I can name all 4 of them by heart.

I just don’t believe I am graduating. I never thought this day would come.

With regards,


More tips for school

28 08 2009

Hey. It is getting closer to my dear O levels ( 55 days to be exact if I am not wrong)( give or take a day). And I just wish I had more time for full revision. Everyone is rushing for time and growing more tired and sleeping late nights. So to prevent all that here are some useless…I mean useful tips. Although these tips are more for Singapore students, other may take note of stuff if you like.

  1. WHEN YOUR SENIORS TELL YOU BEGIN REVISION EARLY THEY MEAN EARLY Daylight Savings Do not wait til 3 months before an exam to begin studying.
  2. Ask your seniors for help, some of them might not help but others will be willing. By teaching you, you gain understanding while they gain revision. Win win situation.
  3. If your maths exam ( be it Emath Amath Or POA or normal ordinary math) has a formula sheet, print a copy for yourself early. Familiarise yourself with it. You are allowed to use it. For formulas which are not provided you have to remember. Use coloured makers to make big flash cards with your formulas on them. Colours and the large font help with the memory work.
  4. Your aim should be not to complete the paper ( all my teachers might come after me after this but trust me). Don’t finish it in a rush. Do what you know you can. Make sure what you did was done to the fullest. Not sure? Skip. Return to it later. Believe you made a mistake but you can’t stop it, do another question and return to it when you have the time.
  5. After finishing syllabus, teachers become facilitators. Attend consultation sessions or meet your teachers privately. You might learn stuff you never thought you needed to know.
  6. Do your best to keep notes.Studying your notes are the most precious things to you.
  7. Don’t be complaisant.
  8. Get enough sleep Dont be like this: Sleeping In Class or in other words like me..

Hope this helps out everyone. This is not my full list ok. Still more to come.

Religion vs homosextuality

23 08 2009

I love being catholic to be honest. But i found it strange that how it promotes peace and love condemn  a group of people.

i really love believing in peace and harmony and love and hope and that is just me but i dont get being in a religion that is contradictory to itself.