Archive for April, 2007

My Favourite Comic Strip #002

April 27, 2007

This is too good to not share. If you don’t know the history between crocs and “zeebas”, see here and here.






In Which I Cried In My Sleep

April 26, 2007

I was in some summer camp-y kinda place that was infested with little boys. They were in and out, all over the place. There was a huge communal toilet and I was trying to shoo the boys out cos I needed to pee. (Yes, in the dream, I’m a girl, just as I am in real life.)

Every time I shoo-ed one out, three more came running in. There must be more than one entrance to this room. In the end, I was soo frustrated I burst into tears.

I woke up and found myself really in tears. Rubbed my eyes and thought:

“Duh… What a stupid reason to cry. If that happened to me in real life, I’d just… Ooops! I really need to pee!”

*jumped out of bed*

In Which I Made The Perfect Snack

April 25, 2007

Exhibit A – Peanut Butter

Peanut Butter

Exhibit B – Kit Kat

Kit Kat

I was *plopping* peanut butter onto squares of Kit Kat.


Trunk Muscles?

April 23, 2007

Rescue practice. Another gal and I trying to haul a water-logged capsized craft onto our decks.

Instructor: Use your trunk muscles!

Me: What trunk muscles!?!

Instructor: *gesticulating around his waist* You know, the muscles in your waist!

Me: We’re two skinny girls. We know what trunk muscles are. We just don’t have them!

Why Do Some People… #028

April 14, 2007

This is a special MRT edition of “Why Do Some People… ?”

… lean on the grab pole on the train while others are holding onto it?

Why?? Why??? The pole is called a grab pole because it’s for commuters to grab onto it so they don’t fall. It’s not called a lean pole because it’s not for people to rest their butts against. Not especially if someone’s hand is already there.

Two noteworthy incidents out of the gazillions:

Incident 1

I was about to sneeze, I couldn’t get a tissue out in time, I covered my mouth with my hand. Cleaned my hand the best I can with the dry tissue. The train jerked, I grabbed the grab pole, transferred germs onto the pole. Shortly after, a lady leaned onto the pole, her fluffy curly hair surrounding my hand, enveloping it with an awful too-personal humid warmth. Euww…

But then again, she now has my germs in her hair. And I was nursing a rather bad cold and cough. Haha! Euww for her. Lalala…

Moral of the story: You never know what’s on the pole. It’s ok to hold it because you can (and should always) wash your hands afterwards. But you can’t wash your hair or your butt or your back if you’re heading out.

Incident 2

I was out with the students, boarded the train, train was crowded, no seats, told my student to hold onto the grab pole. A lady who had boarded the train with us promptly leaned against the pole, on both our hands! UUURRRGGGHHHHH!!!!! Why? Why? WHY??? Is she blind? Did she not see our hands?? Had we turned transparent??

As the trained jerked, I deliberately dug my knuckles into her back. My student, meanwhile, was oblivious that someone was leaning on her hand. Yes, I could have told her to hold the overhanging handles instead. However, she is rather short and has poor balance. The overhanging handles wouldn’t help her much.

After a while, I sensed that just as I was deliberately not letting go of the pole, the lady was deliberately leaning on our hands. Maybe she’s unhappy that I was digging my knuckles into her.

Please be the judge here. Do I have more right to GRAB onto the GRAB pole or does she have more right to LEAN on the GRAB pole?


… not wait for others to alight from the train before bashing their way in?

Yes, I know this is an old issue. It’s been talked about, ranted over, screamed at blah blah. However, it still deserves a mention here simply because it still happens. Every day. Every minute of every day at every train in every station.


Again, two incidents:

Incident 1

Again, I was out with my students. The train was pulling in, I lined my students behind the yellow line, other people pushed through to stand exactly where the train doors would open, I was fuming.

I said aloud to my students, “Remember, students! Polite people let other people alight from the train before going in.”

One lady turned around and looked at me like I was crazy for teaching something like that.

Or maybe she picked up on my passive-aggressive way of saying that she and her cohort were being impolite.

Either way, *pbbbb*

Incident 2

(Which takes place multiple times every day, thus the present tense.)

I’m with my students, we are alighting from the train, there are 3 teachers to 5 or 6 students, we have to make sure that every single student gets off the train. I know it sounds not too difficult, 3 teachers to 6 students, each hold 2 students. (And in case you haven’t figured out, ours is a school for students with special needs.)

When the train door opens, people push in with such force that it sometimes rips our student’s hand out of ours. And they glare at us for “blocking their way” with our hand-holding.


I guess I can tolerate such behaviour when I’m by myself. But when I’m out with my students, it grieves me that some people have so little consideration for others, especially those with special needs. True, some of our students look perfectly “normal”, but with a little observation, one can tell that they need just a little extra consideration from people around them to make the world a little easier for them.

We have met many wonderfully understanding and accommodating people on the train. There’s the lady who didn’t mind that one student was looking over her shoulder at her PDA, showed the student her PDA and made friends. There’s the young lady who gave up her seat though she didn’t need to. There’s the gentleman who didn’t mind that one student called him “Mister Man” and started a conversation with the student. There are lots of people who observe our students with kind interest, not stare with judgmental disdain.

I’m not expecting people to give up their seats for our students. Though a lot of them have poor balance and poor gross motor skills, they don’t have a physical disability. So it’s ok for them to stand in the train. Just as with everyone else, it’s nice to have a seat, but it’s ok to stand.

Just please, don’t push them, don’t lean on their hands, don’t glare at them, don’t *tsk* them when they sometimes bump you with their backpack or brush against you when they walk past you. Sometimes, it’s hard for them to gauge distances or know exactly where their bag is when it is behind them.

Please, just a little consideration goes a long way.

The One Year Mark Passed Quietly

April 1, 2007

I didn’t realise it passed until a few days after.  Just like most other annual celebrations (birthdays especially come to mind), the marking of time is arbitrary.  It only means what one wants it to mean.

One looks forward in time and sees where one wishes to be.  I often wish I can fast-forward time.  Move on to the next stage.  Especially when I feel stuck in the current.  And I don’t even have to be unhappy-stuck.  Usually, it’s just that I’m committed to be at that place for a certain time and I’m curious or excited or anxious or impatient or restless.

I recently realised that I am at the time that I was looking forward to some years ago.  And now that I’m here, I’m looking forward again.  And it’s not the bad kind of looking forward.  Not the “I can’t stand it anymore, get me out of here” looking forward.  It’s a “I wonder what’s around the bend” looking forward.

Here’s to more bends.