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Saturday, January 23, 2010

It's been a long time since I last posted. The life I lead nowadays is not a life worth mention. However, lessons that I derive does provide much advice to how I should lead my life. Also, the temporary posting that I get now in the army can be said to be a prelude to my teaching life in the future.

Taking cadets feel like I'm taking students. They don't really treat you as their teacher though. For spec cadets, they treat you more like friends. Which I am sure I will experience next time where some students just don't like to give anybody respect. That is when the role of a teacher changes. Then, a teacher has to know how to be a friend to his students before anything else. He/She needs to understand how the students feel, how the students think. Then can he/she craft out lessons well suited to the students' needs. But all this isn't easy. In fact, I should say it cannot be done to all the students in a class of 40+ next time. You can be a friend to everyone, but to have a lesson that suits everyone is absurd. Such is the difficulty I may face next time.

偏离主题一点,我想谈谈交友之道。我现在认识到,交友真的很讲求缘分。几个好友要认识,在某种程度上一定是受到缘分的牵引。而朋友要升华为好友,则需要缘分把他们聚集在同一个地点,做同样的事情。好友要晋升挚友,更是必需共度患难,有难同当,方能完成。而一切的一切,仍然少不了冥冥中的安排。由此可见,缘分在维持友情上扮演重要的一环。

我很感谢上天的安排。无论发生任何不愉快的事件,我总是有一群好友陪伴着。中学如此,初院如此,当兵亦如是。尤其在服兵役的过程中,我更认识到许多容我推心置腹的战友。这完完全全是因为我们经历了许多挫折,忍受了许多辱骂,受尽了苦难,友情才能生根结果。与兵役中的好友们虽然认识的日子短,但由于周一至五每时每刻都在一起,自然对彼此有着更深一层的认识。最重要的,是清楚了对方的生活习惯。要知道,与人同处一个屋檐下实在不容易,我也听说过某些人受到同房的排挤。我很庆幸,这种情况仍未发生在我身上。

因此,我藉此机会,向我众多挚友们,表示真诚的感谢。

Innocence
1/23/2010 11:21:00 AM


Saturday, July 11, 2009

As I tap into this familiar screen, I am overwhelmed with an enormous load of feelings. Frankly, it is hard to put into words what 7 months of NS gave me. Perhaps I should split these 7 past months into two stages: BMT and OCS.

BMT was honestly a gathering of people from all echelons of society. I saw a lot of different personalities, some gangsters, some who frequented places where JC kids shun, some who enjoyed being by themselves, some who loved to entertain the crowd, my schoolmates, etc. What was memorable was not the various basic army stuff taught in that short span of 3 months, but the people I met and got acquainted with. In the end, it was the memories that defined those 3 months of joy and laughter. It was nothing compared to the rest of my army life, and I regard it the best of my army days.

OCS was a totally different community altogether. Somehow, I just cannot click with the people. I was wary. I shut my true feelings and character out from all the others around me. I felt like I didn't belong. All those faces, All those people whom I talked to, they were all brimming with excitement and eager to be here. Heck, it was their choice to be here. Sadly, didn't seem to be mine. All in all, it isn't an experience I would like to further elaborate about. I mean, everything in the army is confidential right?

Innocence
7/11/2009 05:47:00 PM


Saturday, October 11, 2008

如果有一天
我们不是现在的我们
让社会夺取了热诚
让心机代替了坦诚
可能
我们变成相对的过客
回忆只是大海石沉
说话只是把握商机
而叙旧
便留给从前的我们

或许有一天
我们还是现在的我们
带思念随梦想起飞
携泪水替未来扬帆
但是
欢聚纯属想象
追溯更添遗憾
营求梦想理固宜然
只遗憾当初错过的种种境况

希望有一天
我们不是长大的我们
化作以前恶魔般的学生
取悦简简单单的谈论

如果有一天
一起玩,好吗?

Innocence
10/11/2008 06:12:00 PM


Monday, September 29, 2008

抒情文一向来不是我的强项,我也压根儿没想到真正的抒情,真的很爽。

不知从几何时,作文已经不是一个抒发个人意见的管道。本来考试就要看考官的要求,看他的脸色,你写的,或许你同意,或许你不赞同,但一定是你觉得会引起考官赞赏或注意的文章。那么,作文,是否便失去意图了呢?现在的作文考试,到底是考察学生的写作技巧和深度,还是测试他能否吐出一些迎合考官想法的意见?又或许,这根本不是意见。或许,这只是一张做答卷。完全不需思考,只要囫囵吞枣,你便能平步青云。
当然,应该没我说的那么糟糕。至少作文还是有些许些微的发挥空间,让你在有限的空间内发挥无限的想象力。只要保持在问题涉及的范围里,你就能天马行空。不要忘记:离不离题,还要视不同老师而定。

有时候,听到人们谈论XX政治家虚伪,光说不练,那一点点惊讶里,更多的是习以为常。难道到了这个世代,我们对此类事件还不司空见惯吗?人们会对这种谈论兴致勃勃,却也恰恰证明了,人们还是无法正视事实。政治家之所以言行不一,或多或少也与这个社会与人们趋于表面化所致啊!精神上的薄弱,与物质上的日趋充足形成尖锐对比。政治家会光说不练,也是为了要融入这个社会。他们的举动,在很大的程度上,可以说是必需的。我不否认,我的确曾经虚伪过。你呢?

说到底,考试制度还是最令人质疑的。考试考试,考验你的应试策略,测试你的应考技巧。古往今来,能者居之。如今,这句话还属实吗?“强者并非赢家,赢家方为强者”这句话反而比较灵验。你强,不代表你会胜出。因为你强的地方,恰好不在考试范围之内。高踞榜首的人,或实至名归,或侥幸取分,这都不重要。重要的是,文凭在你手中,学历资深。考试失败的人,就不是强者吗?当然不是。因为众口一词,要脱颖而出,独占鳌头,一定好考好成绩。

这在我眼中才是抒情。不管神散形不散,就算神形皆散,为何不能是抒情?为什么抒情需要有一种逻辑性的安排,约束自己的情感,看准情况有的放矢?!感情本来就是散乱的。有感而发,顾名思义-在有感觉的时候便痛痛快快地抒发。诚然,这在A水准是不可能的。

Innocence
9/29/2008 09:49:00 PM


Saturday, August 30, 2008

不可以再虚度光阴。。如今的每一分一秒,都是制衡这场战争的关键。。我要赢!要胜利!不能输。。输给这个考试制度,输给压力。整装待发,每一天都是准备。准备迎接下一天的复习,下一天的压力,下一个月的考试。杀。

Innocence
8/30/2008 06:05:00 PM


Sunday, August 24, 2008

This shall be a last-ditch attempt to buff my english standards in order to fend off the impending and looming threat that is notoriously termed "General Paper". Defeat comes eventually to the unprepared, and I must beef up my content and examples (faked, mostly)! okay its crap. I wanted to blog a post to officially mark the start of a strenuous, torturous, long-drawn 18days of mugging. HOWEVER, that got botched by something else. Incidentally, it fell on 21st August, my birthday. Unfortunately, it was not my birthday celebration that prevented me from blogging. Say Hurray to Appendicitis and Appendicesomy. Instead of a chance to sleep snugly in bed and wake up to the realisation that mugging days have started, I earned myself a rare and indeed enriching and sophisticated experience of having my tummy punctured with 3 hideous holes and having a small and irritating miscellaneous organ extricated from my body.
Nonetheless, the worst of it all was that after the...complicated operation, I felt like a useless person. Really, for once. I've all along detested this feeling of being helped extensively and unnecessarily.weird.And no,this mishap did not pick a great time to occur. 5 days before the prelims isn't really a good time, i reckon? And then, I was forced to pick myself up (literally and metaphorically) and get geared up for mugging. Mugging gears set. oh wait, wikipedia seems to have something interesting.

Innocence
8/24/2008 09:54:00 PM


Saturday, August 09, 2008

I feel like I'm frequenting this blog like I did just 2 years ago. And stoning at this screen, waiting to type something I wanna type. It's always at such crucial moments that I seem to be more distracted and everything. Really weird. While I read through some of my friend's blog, I'm really wondering...how did a bunch of people with similar nature and characteristics metamorphose into so many different varieties of qualities and nature now? It's like JC life changed a lot of us. Maybe because of the girls, maybe it's the environment...but really, it scares me to see how we change. Cos I duno if its for the better. While I'm sure I made new friends and have changed some of my ways...it just doesn't feel right to have my friends turning into almost-new individuals whom I nearly cannot recognise and feel for. Weird. Yet something to ponder about.

Why is it that when we get into JC, the world starts getting...more unfathomable, darker and closer to the reality we see in Gotham City? Ya i know it's that defiled by criminals and whatsoever-.-, but..I duno, it just seems that we are being exposed to many kinds of evils, opening the Pandora box. Random thoughts, yea i know. I'm also getting more and more repulsive towards adults. They just give me a feeling that they have a hidden agenda everytime they approach me. I feel like I can't trust them totally. Feels like an invisible wall I set up myself against them. It's not good, that I know too. But it's becoming a reflex. A subconscious, unknowing act. Scary.

Moving from that, JC is really a mini society of its own. It is a perfect simulation of what you would get in life. Imperfect working partners, incompatibility with certain people, dislike for certain higher authorities, contempt for many people, scorning and being skeptical of the current system, etc. And this exposure really doesn't feel good. I don't like being compelled to do certain things or communicate with certain people, but it's slipping out of our hands. It's not our choice anymore.

小时候真好。。此句不差。踏入成人的世界,才了解在这社会中,人是多么无助的。存在主义也有它的一番道理吧。撇开这些吧,自己。

Innocence
8/09/2008 11:23:00 PM


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Innocence stolen without my permission
Innocence gone without my submission

Innocence lost through another’s plan
Innocence no longer for another man

Innocence turned to hatred and fear
Innocence gone, no man can come near

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