UK increase in uni fees

10 12 2010

Dear world,
If you do not know, I am not a UK citizen and hence will not be complaining about the increase in university fees in the UK.( international students would still pay full fees… That’s if I was going to UK. But I’m not)
So you do not need click the X on your browser. No complaints about the UK parliament here.
But I was on twitter and I searches ‘university fees’ and everyone spammed the same few messages, asking the same few questions, had plans to walk out on classes on Wednesday at 11am local time etc etc.
I would like to politely inform all the UK students that I feel frustrated as well, but not for the same reason they feel frustrated.
You may think ‘you will never be a UK citizen so you don’t understand ‘ but hear me out.
I may not understand, yes, because even subsidized tuition fees here are rather high ( higher then UK anyways) and £9000 may seem like a reasonably cheap price to pay for an education in university and I still stand by the fact that it still is considerably cheap to get a degree. Slightly over $10000 Singapore dollars if my maths is accurate. (Singapore dollar is strong now, so this might increase in coming months).
I am also trying to understand the UK system alil bit more. Most of the tuition fees are tax payer’s money and in fact most things in UK are paid with tax ( if my sources are accurate). I am not condemning this system but I do not entirely agree with it (neutral stand, don’t want to interfere too much with politics) but I think, there are always two sides to this story.
The students strongly strongly believe in their right of an education, and I will not deny them that right. But a free education in a materialistic world? Nothing in a materialistic world is free. It either has been already paid for or is highly subsidized. but yes, education is very important and you have your right to one. But there is this arguement that came across BBC news and twitter post. One girl on BBC that was interviewed or made a comment or something, well, she said my parents had a free university education, they should be paying the taxes for mine ( trying to remember this from memory) and someon on twitter commented that scottland had free education, why should the UK students have to pay.
I am sorry, no matter how much I try and remember the girl, I keep thinking it was a void argument. it made no real sense. As for the second one, well, that is life for you. If that is the cast I should be arguing that my education should be free too. Most Singapore students do take Cambridge exams.
And well, the government has to do this, to an extent. With the financial crisis several months ago that still affected several countries, the government must make more money than it gives to the people before becoming bankrupt. Then students really will have something to protest about.
Well people feel social injustice, they do not sit back and think. They are just filled with emotion. That was why the protests ended up being violent.
Hope UK hangs in there.


Singapore Housing: worries, problems, and may be a solution?

27 06 2010

Dear World,

I have found some interesting data which I would love to share with you all.

You see me General Paper teacher keeps telling me to read and I have been but so far, the reading has not been spreading far just yet. It will. For now I want to discuss some thing I find very serious to my future and to the future of Singapore. Who knows? You might just be involved in it to.

It started off with my cousin, Jackie’s wedding last year and now the housing situation with her and her husband is not all that ideal I heard ( they don’t have a place of their own yet) and this coming september her sister, Von, will be tieing the knot too. I am curious about thier housing situation. AND THEN, my relatives were all teasing Nic’s boy friend ( Nic is the youngest of the 3 sisters) what time next year do they expect to mark in their calenders. After drunken giggles, the boyfriend said save money to get a house and then get hitched ( I am exaggerating the get hitched part, he did not really say that).

Then the conversation went on to rising house prices ( my family is always like that). I have seen with my very own eyes that prices of housing are going up by a hundred or may be two hundred thousand and many properties are worth ONE MILLION SINGAPORE DOLLARS ( you can sent at least 3 kids to an overseas university with ONE MILLION SINGAPORE DOLLARS).

Now here is my isusse ( for lack of a better term).

With the Singapore Goverment wanting more couples to get married and have 3 or more kids ( new campaign), how can they when they can’t even afford a house big enough to fit 3 or more kids? The goverment claims that the problem is that women are becoming more educated and want to have career lives. This is NOT entirely true. There are those that want to start a family but they have to settle the house before doing ….
They have to work and earn enough to move out of their parent’s house and get their own place and THEN they can START thinking about having 3 or more kids like the goverment wants.

So I propose the goverment try and help couples out. Give compensation for couples who want a house but can’t afford it. Set some new requirements. Sure they might not want to have kids immediately after getting a house, but they sooner they have a place to call their humble abode, then they sooner they can start thinking of having the sounds of pitter pattering feet running all over the place. AND THE SOONER YOU WILL BE HAPPY!

Think about it. I don’t know if this post will make much of a difference, but I don’t know if writing into parliment is the brightest idea either especially if I don’t have statistics to back up my ‘claims’. But it is a growing trend. That should count for something.

oh my gosh. The Prime Minister was right. Some of us Pre-University Seminar people might end up in politics.

The scary thing is that I might be one of them.


P.s. I premed my hair 😛

P.p.s Tomorrow are my exams. Wish me luck

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.

Press work because of us.

14 09 2009

Hey everyone,

I turned 16 yesterday. It’s okay. I don’t feel older. Should I?

I am just really happy that I get to watch I love up, Beth Cooper now!

Ok. Not a very mature post so far.

I don’t know. Life has been complicated right now. My O levels and everything. All I can offer is advice on the O levels. Hey, when you are a student is secondary 4, life gets extremely stressful.

Oh i have an idea. I think last week, I saw an article about our current senior minister. He became Prime minister about 40 years ago by one vote. This is what i hate. Drama. I am a drama student and all and would love to do theatre but the drama press and paparazzi put in the papers is more ….strange….ridiculas is the word. Listen to me for a second. This is one fantastic reason why I hate reading the papers.  Let’s use another example. Michael Jackson’s kids are said to not be biological and who’s kids they are, everyone wants to know. They don’t need that. Neither do we. Hey, if my previous PM and current SM won by one vote…well hey, who ever made that vote THANK YOU VERY MUCH! He did such a great job. I live in a modern first class city, thanks to him and his team. Now, this weeks paper said something about there being disagreement in our ruling party that happened long ago. Sigh! STOP IT. We are happy. We live in a great city.  MJ’s kids are happy. Greifing but happy. They lost a father, biological or not. It doesn’t matter.

The only reason why parazzi and press do this is because well, we the public want this drama. Could be a bit more sensitive please?


the school of the future

5 07 2009

Trust me when I say I am do not only like the school of the future because I want to become a student there. No. I actually believe that that is our future. If were a heading towards a future that is very high-tech and very advance then shouldn’t technology already be intergrating with learning? Shouldn’t all this be already in our classrooms? In my short 15.8 years,I have heard many telling the world ‘The children are our future’. So shouldn’t our future understand and begin to experience what the future is going to be like?

Sometimes I get the vibe from people that in the FUTURE, they are just going to wait for other people to invent stuff and discovery that cure for incurable AIDS. I really do get that vibe.

I just told my mother about this and she keeps going HMMHMM!


MJ: How are his kids?

4 07 2009

Sigh. I feel really sad for his kids. I honestly do. I live in Singapore right and ET is going on about a secret girl friend, drug stuff, the will came out and so many speculations about MJ is coming out.Now if I live here, half way across the world from where MJ will be buried and all this rumours floating around and I know about some of them, wouldn’t MJ’s kids know about them too?

I would think it is sad. Their dad just died.  Show some respect. If an average Joe died, not many would care. MJ was not average but show some respect please?

The king of Pop has died. I think it is a little too late to speculate.

Movie Review: Transformers 2, the revenge of the fallen

24 06 2009

Everyone should do like  Shia LaBeouf and Megan Fox and run to your closest cinema now. This is one of the best secquels to a show ever. Filled with action, romance, family and ROBOTS. In this sequel, Megatron comes back to life and happens to actually working for…. nah, im not a spoiler. Go watch. My rating? 5 over 5.  Our favorites come back and join in this epic battle. However, if you dont get the chance to watch it just watch the trailer. Its the entire movie plot in 30 seconds!