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Of Rantings and Kindness

I guess now's a time as good as any to bury those who dare oppose me and spoil me day with nastiness.

Goodness is about character - integrity, honesty, kindness, generosity, moral courage, and the like. More than anything else, it is about how we treat other people.

Dennis Prager

They say that kindness comes from the unlikeliest of places. This was perhaps made more clear to me today, on a day when I was sick and struggling around with getting through the day. To be honest, I was quite overwhelmed by the unusual kindness presented to me within a short evening, from three unlikely individuals on two separate occasions.

For those who know me, I'm a very independent person who's not likely to ask for help. Perhaps some part of it lies in me keeping mostly to myself but that's a story for another time.

For the first part, I was pushing an entire bag of plumerias on my trolley when some person bumped extremely hard into me and caused the plumerias to fall onto the ground, bruise and break. The (TOXIC!) sap also got splattered onto my arm and some nearly went into my eye. Definitely a huge no-no since the sap can cause severe skin irritations and blindness.

The person had the cheek to glare and me as if I was the one who'd bumped into me. And I would have smacked the person with a plumeria branch if he'd decided to pick on me further, considering my arm was hurting from the contact with the plumeria sap and a rash was coming out.

Thankfully, he stormed off.

Then this old man decided he ought to be "helpful" by shouting out instructions on how to transport my plumeria branches - by putting them into a container I'd be passing to Starbucks.

Needless to say that was not an option. Toxic sap and coffee don't go together. Thanks for the embarrassment too. Everyone was simply sitting there, on the bus, and staring at me or gesticulating and me and laughing about the whole thing.

I would've been overwhelmed by the whole situation if not for a kind soul who came by to help me hold my trolley and help me hold the bag open for me to toss in the mangled pieces.

My momma always told me to clean up after myself after all, even if the mess and pain and injury was caused by a**holes.

So this kind soul was not someone you'd consider popular guy material. Tall, lanky, geeky with the weirdest teeth. Definitely the kind you'd find picked on in school. But you know what? I'll probably remember this guy for his kindness far more than every other "good-looking" or "socially acceptable" person I come across. Or the loud old man.

Later that night, I was struggling with an electric kettle (bless the kind soul who donated it for the tuition centre and kids!), my trolley, my body bag and a huge tub of used coffee grounds.

And I'm on the bus.

And everyone was glaring at me as if I have offended their entire line of ancestors for bringing a full trolley onto the bus.

Then this woman snapped at me to go back to the Philippines.

First of all, I'm a Singaporean Chinese with Singaporean parents. Secondly, what's up with the xenophobia? An elitist mindset doesn't make you more of an honourable Singaporean citizen or human being.

Anyways, I ignored her but I was immensely annoyed. Then, this kind man (he looked like a Bangladeshi national) gave up his seat for me to sit and arrange my stuff. And another old man helped me to hold my trolley while I settled down.

So, an overall crappy day with people rearing their ugly sides while I was sick from all the ashes and haze but those moments of kindness definitely made it a whole lot better.

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What do you want to be?

I never did understand why it was a world only I could see though. The 1990s was a time when everyone was pretty big on rigorous studying, memorising and exams. It was all about numbers. A genuine career in art, writing and games in Singapore was unheard of. It was the thing left to hippies, hobbies and irresponsible people with no career-mindedness.

My art and writing were things done in secrecy. I had no role model and no one to talk to about it. Any mentions of it were brushed aside as childish and stupid. After all, what did a child know about dreams and aspirations?

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Overly Dramatic Reading: A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed

So I promised my student to take a video of myself reading her essay dramatically in a onesie.

"A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed" is the stuff of gloriously bad fanfiction.

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XiaoMao is back! For real!

I am very pleased and excited to reveal this latest development. In all honesty, I'm a little nervous about this - given my erratic schedule and all - but I'm determined to make this work!

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Of Onesies, Headbanging Men and Confused Inverse Centaurs

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Absolutely Important Tuition Assignment

BLK 666

Bodoh Lane, #06-66

Singapore 666666

Mr. Richard Ovawurticus Tutor

Language Tutor

Reputable Centre Pte Ltd

Education Cove Street 25

Singapore 123456

Dear Mr. Richard Ovawurticus Tutor,

Absolutely Important Tuition Assignment

My name is Chao Giam Siap. I am an extremely concerned parent. I have a very bright child. However, I am extremely worried for my offspring’s grades. My offspring is only able to attend classes in the wee hours of the morning or late into the night. Most of the people in your industry have flexible work hours I don’t see why none of you can make time for my offspring.

I have done extensive searching online and spoken with many of my high-flying colleagues and have come to the conclusion that you have many years of teaching experience, understand what you’re teaching about, have a positive track record and provide an excellent and professional service. However, it is SG50 and the Great Singapore Sale is commencing in a few months. It is to my understanding that many service providers offer greatly discounted rates to celebrate this. I would like to ask if you can give me a special discounted rate. Not too much of a discount. I have manners, mind you. Maybe just a 50% discount. I promise that it will be kept a secret between us. This arrangement will remain a secret and be taken with me to my grave. You can trust me.

In return for this, I will tell everyone about how great you are. It’s great exposure! I know that you’ll earn a lot less and have to starve a little because you’ve taken my offspring on and will be unable to teach others who are willing to pay normal rates. But think about it! Think of all the people who will want to enlist your services after I spread word around.

Education is the future of our youths and you, as an educator, are at the forefront of this. Your name will echo in the hallways of history as one of the change-makers of society! It is an honour. And because it’s an honour, I would like you to consider the honour of maybe, just maybe, doing it all for free. I will, of course, be kind and keep ensure you have a steady supply of tap water and oxygen in the room. You will have to make your own arrangements for food and transport.

I look forward to your quick and favourable reply,

Chao Giam Siap

Dear Heian, reporting defective plants from your garden

From:		Quan Bu Shi <everythingdie@hotmail.com>
To:		Heian Edenwood <heianedenwood@gmail.com>
Date:		23 April 2014 at 00:52
Subject:		Reporting Defective Plants from Your Garden

Rageface from drawception.com

Dear Heian,

I am a very displeased resident of your estate. I am writing to you this letter in response to the fiftieth plant that you have given me from the garden, that has died in my toilet. It is to my understanding that you said that this plant is remarkably hardy.

Attached is the following plant you gave to me 10 weeks ago.

I understand that you said that this plant grows incredibly well and is considered a weed. A nice fragrant weed with medicinal qualities but still essentially a weed. I also understand that you said that this plant is grown in full sun and splashed with water from the hose daily. Not much care apart from that.

However, I have taken to heed about you saying that it is a hardy plant. So, in order to beautify my toilet and hopefully eliminate the smell of urine and faeces like one of those minty air fresheners, I have put it in. The pot that the mint plant was in was really ugly as well, so I pulled the whole plant out and stuffed it into a black pot. You said you're an artist and designer. Don't you have any sense of aesthetics?

Attached is a photo of my toilet.

I know that you have said many times that you have no wish to see what my toilet looks like but I insist. I'm very sure that you can figure out a way to ensure that I have a steady supply of peppermint to perfume my toilet.

There is no sunlight that really enters the toilet so it's really dark. But the plant gets light whenever I go in for a shower, about two times a day, when I'm in town. But I also travel a lot so I can be away for days.

So the plant gets around 2 hours of fluorescent lighting a day, if I'm around. If I'm overseas, it gets no light for days till I get back. I also water it once every few days, assuming I remember.

I don't get why it can't grow. You said that it was low maintenance. A weed. A fucking weed, you said. This is what it looks like now. This is what I came home to. A pathetic pile of detritus. I have brought it out the the kitchen where it has some sunlight so you can see what a terrible state it's in.

Photo from runningwithspoons.com

This is the fiftieth plant you have given me that is defective. I am extremely displeased with your service. I demand a full refund. I know the mint plants were given to me for free but I think you ought to be obliged to help me set up a proper growing garden in my house since all your plants are defective.

I don't think you were being honest with me when you said they were low maintenance. This is why I pluck plants from your garden instead. At least I know it's my fault when they die. I hope you have a proper time of self-reflection on how shitty your service is as a volunteer in the garden and providing quality service to us residents.

In the meantime, I will go buy a mint plant from a reputable company like How Does Your Garden Grow.

You suck,

Quan Bu Shi

Totally necessary disclaimer because some people just don't get it: This is satire. According to Google, this means the use of humour, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize a person's or people's lack of... thought or vices, in the context of topical issues. But do support local companies like 'How Does Your Garden Grow'! Plants sold by local companies who deal with locally grown plants (rather than imported) are much more likely to be acclimatized to Singapore's weather and last longer to bring you more joy!

Some Garden DIY

For those of you who know me, I do quite a fair bit of gardening. For those of you who know me better, I'm pretty huge on homesteading (or feeble attempts at it) and recycling junk into something useful for the garden.

All these little DIY projects have helped me saved some serious moolah. Let's take this nice little garden apron, for example:

This was originally from an old pair of jeans that no longer fit me. Mind you, it's a 7-year old pair of jeans so I don't think I actually put on weight.

Yeah. The jeans must have shrunk. That can be the only reason.

Anyways, I took a nice pair a scissors and snipped up the back portion of my jeans, and voila! A nice, durable garden apron. This apron even has 2 nice little pockets to store my tools, sans balls stabbing.

I tried it on and found that it was still slightly too tight so I added a few rubber bands as an elastic extension.

Nifty, eh?

My knack of storing junk for repurposing at a later time has met much chagrin from the mother, though. But can you blame me when even an exhausted Thirsty Hippo container can be turned into a wicking container?!

The best part is that the container was essentially free (it would've been thrown away anyway) and I now have a plant that I know I won't have to worry about if I want to go on an extended holiday.

So what else did I repurpose and upcycle?

One of the largest offenders of plastic waste entering the oceans, of course! Plastic bottles!

I was reading up on vertical gardens and how they can maximise air space and reduce water wastage when it came to watering the plants inside. I mean, considering global warming, the recent scorching weather, global water shortage and Singapore's lack of real natural resources, I figured this was worth looking into.

One can never be too sure when a zombie apocalypse will occur.

That one tower became two towers.

As you can see, a single tower looks pretty ugly by itself but it looks better when done as a group. The entire railing will probably be filled up with more vertical planters as time goes by.

Here's how it works. Water is fed into the green bottles (holes have been poked into the base) and it all flows down the bottles, ensuring water reaches all the plants. The end result? Everything gets watered with less than 500ml flowing down the drain per vertical setup. This is significantly less compared to if we were to water with a watering can. Imagine all the savings in the water bill!

I'll keep you all updated on the evolution of this plant wall. Keeping my fingers crossed on this being a success!

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A Day in My Life as a Tutor

Working as a teacher can be an incredibly vibrant occupation, be it part-time or full-time. There are many moments filled with great joy and fulfillment; days where I truly find myself believing that this is truly my calling.

Then there are those days when I want to face palm myself so hard that it smashes right through the second-hand IKEA desk at the centre. I don't mean that I hate my job, mind you. It's just one of those moments where I'm not quite sure on whether I want to laugh or throttle my students.

Here's a look into one of those offending days:

So I was covering a well-prepared lesson on plotting and drafting an essay, and working in description. It was all going pretty well for the first part.

The topic was about an encounter with a giant cockroach while cycling in the park and the theme was comedy. An easy enough topic, right? Who hasn't seen someone else panic from flying cockroaches in the most hilarious ways possible?

So this happened. Well, I suppose that would be response from most of us if a human-sized cockroach were to tap our shoulder and proceed to chase us into the sea.

Then, came student B. Student A was focusing on my class, writing out a proper essay and trying out the tips on description that I'd taught earlier in class. As soon as student A turned his head away, student B nabbed his essay and turned it into quite something else entirely.

I'm not saying that I approve of the contents but I'll admit choking out a laugh of disbelief and/or shock when I read it.

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Seriously though, what's this kid on?

Tiny little disclaimer: I have received full permission from my students to post up their essays.

“’Cher, secondary school is so stressful. So much homework. Every little thing also fail. Come home from school, spend 10 minutes in the shower, eat a quick meal then I rush down for another class.”

That was the first time I’d heard her genuinely complain about studying in my class. I didn’t think much of it. I gently chided her and taught her some time management skills. That was the first of many complaints to come from her, each getting more serious.

 “’Cher, I’m very tired. Can let me sleep for a while? Can don’t give homework?”

I agreed to not giving her any assignments but I wasn’t able to let her take a nap lest I risk the tuition centre being questioned on its credibility and professionalism. I compromised on a 15 minute video break, chocolates and soda.

“’Cher, what’s the point of all this studying? What’s the point of anything?”

I paused the lesson and shared with the class about my personal history and my previous struggle with chronic depression. A solemn and contemplative silence had filled the classroom. However, she didn’t look convinced. I left it as that but kept it in mind.

“’Cher, I think no need to study anymore. Die also easier. No need to stress over my results and get nagged at by my parents every time.”

I pulled her aside, counselled her and discreetly informed the principal. The principal spoke to her and things calmed down for a few weeks. One day, all the classrooms on the ground floor were being used. My class was brought up to be conducted on the second floor. She eyed the glass window and sat at the back of the class.

Class went on as per normal. I gave my class their practice for the day and settled down to mark some essays. Just then, I heard someone fiddling with the lock of the window. Looking up, I saw her standing in front of the window. She looked at me and asked.

“’Cher, jump down from the second floor can die or not?”

I ended the class early that day, told her to go home and rest, and to approach me when she was ready to talk about what was bothering her. She took me up on the offer and she’s been learning to cope with whatever she’s facing ever since.

This is not the first time I’ve encountered this, and unfortunately, will probably not be the last time in a long while. I’ve had so many students approach me, break down and cry, talking about how stressful school life is and how their families are unsupportive. Rather than be offered comfort and encouragement, most of them have parents who either nag incessantly, punish them for not being the top few in class or simply tell them to “suck it up.”

These are not isolated cases.

Fortunately for this particular student, she was enrolled into a centre that was concerned with the welfare of the students rather than simply focusing on getting attendance and earning as much money as possible. I was given a measure of freedom and empowered to conduct lessons the way I wanted or needed to. This enabled me to develop a bond with my student as a mentor and friend, and for her to dare to open up. The only condition was to maintain complete transparency with the centre to ensure a professional relationship was kept.

However, this is not always a luxury my other students or I can afford. I’ve seen a parent quite literally call her son “a useless lazy piece of s**t” every week whenever I came by to give private tuition. When I called her out on it, she said that it was none of my business and that I was only paid to ensure that her son would score an A1 for English. She then proceeded to threaten to fire me if I interfered once more. Another one told me that he didn’t care if his child understood the English language and how it was to be used. All he cared was that I ensured his child memorised the answers to score an A. I’ve had yet another student that was banned from all forms of media or hanging out with friends in order to “mug” for English.

These are, perhaps, extreme and isolated cases. Nonetheless, instances of this have occurred in varying degrees, usually in the form of parents brushing off their child’s behaviour when I provide feedback, or threatening to pull their child from the class.

Have we become so obsessed with the pursuit of being Number One that we have forsaken the needs of our children to be nurtured; to be loved; to be valued?

Have we become so focused on winning that we have forgotten that there is so much more to life and living than just scoring that A?

Have we so lost faith in our children that we would rather force them to memorise a set of formulas, for the sake of getting through the exams, than to encourage them to dare; to dream; to explore; to learn and understand?

Perhaps it is time to re-examine how we have been approaching education and how we have been speaking and acting towards our children. Perhaps it is time to start recognising and acknowledge that it’s okay to make mistakes – which these are all part and parcel of the learning process. Perhaps it’s time to revisit and evaluate our values.

Now my question is this: What will you do?

Thar be Fishies and Crustaceans

Today's the first night off that I've had in a long while. My days are usually packed with work, projects, meetings and work. Taking full advantage of this rare opportunity, I arranged for a dinner date with a friend to catch up.

While waiting for him, I decided to pop by the aquarium at Plaza Singapura. Not for more fish, mind you. I just added four female Siamese fighting fish into my tank. Beauties, they are! Though I think the bunch of them have been fighting. Just among themselves. The rest of the inhabitants didn't seem too bothered by their new tank mates.

Perhaps they had a disagreement over who would have the last scoop of Ben&Jerry's ice cream from Free Scoop Day.

Anyways, I was just to browse around and kill some time. I was delighted to find quite tanks full of shrimps and crayfish (as you can see from my very nifty header image). I've never quite had success with caring for them but one can always admire with great envy from afar.

So... moving round the aquarium, I found this very cute box fish that was struggling to avoid the piercing gaze of my camera phone. No, like seriously. It was just hovering over there till I took out my camera phone and started shooting.

Then there was this tank full of clown loaches. One of my first loves. You have no idea on how happy I was or how long I squatted there, staring at the little colony.

Anyways, my dinner date arrived soon after this video shot and that marked the end of my fish viewing.

Check out where learning meets fun!

Hello everyone. Apologies for my long, long absence. Between language tutoring, software training, church and freelance work, and taking care of my flora babes, I've barely had any time to do much of anything else.

To make up for it, here's a banner created for Happy Tutors Learning Centre by yours truly.

Surviving CNY Visitations and Endless Feasting

Loved it or hated it; the season of visiting, feasting and pleasantries came, swept through in an auspicious wave and left us with expanded waistlines! Here’re 8 (how auspicious!) hot tips on enjoying the remaining CNY break and surviving future CNY seasons.

Totally necessary disclaimer: This is 50% fact, 50% nonsense.

Plan out your outfits.

Ever had relatives you barely know comment on your waistline and call you fat out of the blue? Well, that’s right. It doesn’t matter whether you’re meeting strangers, acquaintances, friends or family. You absolutely need to look fabulous. Opt for outfits that compliment your body shape and size, and remember: ALWAYS remember to wear a colour that looks kind of auspicious.

Plan out your transport and route.

Have you ever tried flagging down a cab during the festive season? That’s a sure-fire way to practice your arm flapping stance while you try to flag down a cab for the next hour in Singapore’s summer heat. Hitch a ride with your relatives. Blackmail your friends and colleagues, over past favours, into giving you free rides. Book a cab a day in advance. Better yet, just take the MRT or bus. Also, to avoid a CNY rendition of the Amazing Race, plan your route in a single direction (e.g. East to West) or in a cyclical form (from home, around Singapore and back home). It will save you a ton of money in public transport and cab fares. Trust me.

Create an FAQ specially designed for relatives.

By the time you’ve reached the prime age of 12, you would’ve memorised a set of questions always asked by relatives to create remarkably brief and moderately polite questions. To avoid having to give the same repeated answers, you may opt to design and print out a few pamphlets – directly proportional to the number of relatives you have – filled with the answers to frequently asked questions.

Alternatively, hand them your personal biographical portfolio containing multiple charts and diagrams about your grades, jobs, salary, romantic relationships, height, weight and more.

For those who come from families with marketing and business backgrounds, you may opt for a more professional approach to this. An impressive portfolio containing your entire life history and credentials is bound to wow them. Don’t forget to include glitter and sparkles for the ensuing celebration of all your achievements. All of this will have them ooo-ing and aah-ing over your presentation materials and save you from excess human contact.

Don’t forget all those lovely Botox injections. Smile for the relatives!

They say that it takes more facial muscles to frown than to smile. However, smiling still requires energy and there’s going to be a whole lot of obligatory smiling feel free to scarf down the whole array of new year treats, candies and bak kwa. Especially the bak kwa.

Wear a full protective suit to shield yourself from the impending rain of “lou hei” and “yu sheng”.

Ever had a “lou hei” session? It is believed that pieces of food falling onto the table and floor is good luck, much akin to luck and money raining from the sky. The messier, the better. This is not so if you have dressed nicely for the event or put in the extra hour for makeup, or having pieces of salmon stuck in your hair. Feel free to wear a Hazmat suit to protect your outfits from this tasty rain. A cheaper alternative would be a beekeeper’s suit.

Hire a one-day personal financial consultant to help you to save all the money you collect from the ang paos. Don’t forget those mandarin oranges!

For most of us, especially those with large extended families, we’ll probably be able to rack up hundreds of dollars in red packet earnings. Rather than spend all that money, it would be wise to break it all down into savings and spending money. It’s never too early to get into the habit of saving money, so put aside some of that cash. If you’re not too sure on how to do this budgeting, your best financial consultants are both easily accessible AND free: your parents. Oh, and don’t forget those mandarin oranges when you go visiting!

Get a gym membership and hire a personal trainer with all that ang pao moolah.

Whenever people ask me how much I get for Chinese New Year, all I say is 8888 calories. Very auspicious and all in good reason. With all the visiting and eating going on, few of us are going to have the time to actually exercise and keep fit. It would be good to prepare to get back into shape after all that feasting. As they always say, one of the steps to a healthy mind is a healthy body. And no, round is not a shape.

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The Extremely Stressed Student's Guide to Surviving 2015

“How’s it going with year 2015?”

As a language tutor, I’ve asked many of students this question. I’ve also gotten a whole plethora of answers, ranging from the usual “okay lah” to an extremely detailed expository on it. “Okay lah” is usually the more common answer though.

Back to the topic at hand, the common thread tying most of these answers together would be two words: ‘excitement’ and ‘stress’.

Either way, most of us want to start the year right and (hopefully) end it well. If you’re feeling either of these two, we’ve got just the thing for each of you! We’ve even broken it all down into nice categories for you, so read on!

“Okay, lah.”

Perhaps you haven’t quite thought about it. Perhaps you defy all conventions and are apathetic about the year ahead. Perhaps you just didn’t like the nosy teacher asking about your personal year plans.

If you’re person one or three, this would be for you.

Think through a handful of things of what’s important to you. One year is not a whole lot of days, and most of our personal experiences will tell us that while much can be completed in one year, that isn’t always the case for the things closest to our hearts.

Think through what’s genuinely close to your heart. Think about what really makes your blood race and gets you excited about living – beyond just existing in this country. Think about what’s going to help you advance in this life. We are mere beings with a limited emotional and mental capacity.

It might just be time to de-clutter and focus on those things. If you don’t care about whatever it is and it doesn’t help you to grow as a person, cast it aside. If it doesn’t help you to advance in your studies, cast it aside. If all it does is sap your emotional energy, cast it aside.

“I am excited/stressed.”

Quite a number of us have already made plans for the year ahead, and are excited for what lies in store for each of us. Whatever it is, being excited about it and having a passion are truly wonderful feelings to have. Not everyone is blessed to ever feel such a thing.

Meeting the end-goal, however, is not driven by just passion and excitement alone.

We think about the rewards we will reap and get excited about it. However, we tend to forget about the problems that will lie ahead. During those times, commitment is what will pull us through.

Think about what exactly it is about the thing that makes you excited. Recognize it and hold onto it. When the going gets rough, that is sometimes the only thing that you’ll have to keep you going.

Let passion and excitement motivate you. Have commitment to keep driving you forward.

XiaoMao wishes you a great 2015!