Engaged!

With a bouquet of roses in hand, the sailor went on one knee and asked for the teacher's hand on Yacht Trillion Star.



Daniel Hu, thank you for making the proposal so memorable, despite the conspiracy with these people closest to me - my BFF Jan, your BFF Vic, 妹Cheryl, 弟 Terence, Mummy Tay, Daddy Tay and 妹's BFF/my ex-student Xiu Min!

We started a blog to 'pen' our journey from engagement as we plan and prepare for our wedding, check us out!
We're on twitter too, follow us! ;)

P.S. More photos when we get them from Vic, who was kinda like the 'official photographer/videographer' for the evening :)

Thank you all for loving me/us! :D

And so, I turned 24 over a few wonderful days spent with my loved ones (and his).


Our CG blessed us with birthday presents in colours we like :)

Daniel surprised me with a trip to USS on Friday, his birthday.

It was a really enjoyable trip, and I'm really thankful for such a 'ding dong' (like myself) partner!


Dinner was a simple affair with his primary school mates, followed by a jolly good session of singing!


They surprised us with a cake too - cuz our birthdays were just 4 days apart :)

The next day...

Daniel sprung another surprise, we finally checked out Planet Shark at the Singapore Science Centre.

We went for service at Suntec then for dinner at Villa Di Parma.
I'd expected a simple dinner for just us, but I was proven wrong...

There already seated in the restaurant were my best friends from secondary school!
Thank you for making the dinner even better :)

Sunday was family day.

I had steamboat lunch with his extended family.


Dinner was at Marina Barrage with my family.
Nothing grand, but I enjoyed the family time.

When the clock struck twelve on my birthday, Daniel appeared right by my bed with a cake in hand; my sis was there with her camera in hand to take photos of my "priceless" shock expression whilst my mum was trying to keep my excited dog quiet so I wouldn't be disturbed from my sleep.


Ms. A and a few other teachers surprised me with a mini birthday celebration in the staff room pantry.


Ms. A, Ms. A... How do we sail 'high'? :P


Dinner was yet another surprise with my college girlfriends! :D


Even my silly dog 'celebrated' my birthday with me! :P He was of course more interested in the cake than in taking a photo!

I'm really thankful to have had the chance to celebrate my birthday with all you important people in my life - best friends from secondary school and college, our CG, my colleagues, my family, and last but not least...
This man who's been planning all the surprises AND who can make me laugh everyday! :)

xoxo

We're really thankful we've got the 'community' behind us.

Next up, 10.11.12? ;)

P.S. I'll have a proper update of the days when I find time, school's pretty hectic now :(

'What the Modern Woman Wants' by Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen

I got the following piece off a note from FaceBook.
And yes, the piece was beautifully written.

Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize!

You will be amazed at the maturity of this 15-year old girl. It's worthwhile
taking 5 mins to read this essay.

A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- 18-year-olds, has won the top
prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries...

In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls'
School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece
on the restlessness of modern life.

Her short story, titled "What The Modern Woman Wants," focused on the conflict
in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.

'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-vs-West struggles and
generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,'
said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a
lawyer and a politician.

Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving and ironical
critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The
writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue.
Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in
2000, said Britain
's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the
competition since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14 to
15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included
students from Australia , Canada and South Africa.

===================================================

"The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down
the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be
kidnapped by the wind.


She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seat belt
tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused
fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very
clearly on white, Ma.'

Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile
phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.


'Finance', 'Liquidation', 'Assets', 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and
important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it.

Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was
speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in
disapproval......


'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed
agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured
fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.

'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and
hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the
forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and
handed it to her daughter.

'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin.
'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of problems.'

The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.

Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was
thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic
look.


The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which
broke the awkward silence.

'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'


Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her
daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking',
Chinese ones being easily forgotten.

'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to
the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'

Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her
daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.

'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'


The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in
defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost
garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof.


The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main
hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and
reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.

'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not
bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.

The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down
solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.


'Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years.
Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in
this world could possibly want.


'She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too
clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich
and handsome angmoh man.

'Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she
says... She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except
happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots
while reaping the harvest of success.

'What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room
in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I
affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old
mother. It is my fault.'

The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her
head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of
smoldering ashes.

She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for
thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the
temple and prayed that it was a son.

Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and
adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband
had ticked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or
carry the family name.

Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her
waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything
she ever wanted.

Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to
depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman,
the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become.


A woman with 'neng kan
'; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman
who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak,
precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.


She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up
and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.

She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one who openly defied
her, calling her laotu, old fashioned.... She wanted her mother to be 'modern',
a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.


Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had
prayed like that. The Gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the
wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and
now she stood faceless with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by
only a string of origami banknotes.

Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were so ephemeral, that
of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques and yet
her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could
find happiness with much less.

When her daughter left the earth, everything she had would count for nothing.
People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman but she would
be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper
convertibles and mansions.

The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers
for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates. She saw her
daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at
the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there –
down.

The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of
beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshiping
porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of
ceramic to fly to her aid?


But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that
she enslaved to and worshiped every day of her life.

Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshiped counted for
nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life
out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.


The old woman watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey
stem that was on the danger of collapsing.

Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the
east bone a final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much
that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.


Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter
outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her
daughter's face.

An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants
looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.


They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the
highway, this time not too fast as she had done before.

‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been
talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market
is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay us seven million for
it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a
perfect one in Orchard Road
. Once we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid
of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'

The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard.


'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once
the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully
lonely at home and, besides that the apartment is rather small. There won't be
space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for
you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a Christian home
and a very nice one.'

The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.


'I"ve been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with
gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! Hardly have time for you,
you'd be happier
there. You'd be happier there, really.' her daughter repeated as if to affirm
herself.

This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to cling tightly
to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from
a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat,
letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white seat.

'Ma,' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is
everything okay?'

What had to be done, had to be done.


'Yes' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,'
she added more quietly.

‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I
already got the maid to pack your things.'


Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.

'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated.
Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier...


She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of
happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted;
money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother and her
old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...

Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and read the
message, still beaming from ear to ear.


'Stock 10% increase.'


Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her and while searching for
the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in
the backseat became invisible and she did not see her in tears."
-Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen

This made me wonder, am I a 'modern woman'?

'Money' - who doesn't want it? Of course I dream of being well-off and living in a big house, but I don't think I'd sacrifice my family/passion for that; my being a teacher (instead of a full-time tutor) is a reflection of that.
'Career' - I'm a teacher; although I love my job and do wish to climb the ladder, I'd still let it go for my family.
'Power' - What power is there in being a 'teacher'? I gotta stay long enough in the service and climb the ladder to "gain power".
'Freedom' - I don't think any woman can have total freedom; my mum once told me, "Before marriage, you're my daughter; after marriage, you're someone's wife. What freedom do you think you'll have?"
'Love' - I'd been through 3 dysfunctional relationships before finally finding Daniel, the one with whom I am going to settle down ;)

'Filial piety' is a virtue I value - I'm quite sure I want to take care of my parents (and his) when they grow old; after all, who took care of us when we were younger?

At the end of the day, I'm sure I want a "home" and not a "house". :)

Meeting my family and his friends! :)

Daniel had dim sum brunch with my family and grandparents late this morning.
It was a good brunch, and what made things better this time round was the company - the people I love most (and who love me too) were there :D

We dropped Grandma, Mum and Sis off at Paragon before heading to Plaza Singapura to check out Couple Lab.
We took a fancy for this pair of rings :)

The caption to the above photo reads, "A ring is round and has no end! ;)" on Facebook.

As we had time to spare, we went to Love & Co. to check out wedding bands and proposal rings; my first choice for proposal ring is from Tiffany & Co., and he knows the design I like! ;)
Anyhow, it's so exciting to plan for the future!! :D


We then watched Kung Fu Panda 2 :)
I love that he loves watching movies too :)

We then met his poly mates for dinner at Outram, before heading to Mind Cafe for games.

'Ugly doll' was an epic start to the evening there! :)

Once again, we made faces and had 4 consecutive spastic shots taken.

And I just realised that our actions were pretty similar in the photos, we really think alike... ;)


We finally headed home to rest for a power-packed Sunday ;)

Meet the folks (II)

Daniel had dim sum brunch with my family and grandparents late this morning.
It was a good brunch, and what made things better this time round was the company - the people I love most (and who love me too) were there :D

I ♥ the Tay Family! :D

妹 played around with the 'pet' feature on my TX5, with Tibbit as a model.

My baby's absolutely charming. :)


He's sprawled on the floor like a carpet.

We also played around with the smile detector on my cam - 3 different degrees of smile:





Yea, we look crazy but I love these shots pretty much! :)

It's Daddy and Mummy Tay's birthdays - 25th and 22nd Nov respectively - so the family headed out for dinner at ECP.
We had a feast of seafood! :)



Whilst on our way to ECP...


Just the 3 of us.
Daddy and Mummy didn't wanna take any picture, heh.

妹 and I cam-whored as we made our way back to the car.






And when we got back home, I decided to cam-whore with Tibbit baby too :D




He winked! ;)


Isn't Tibbit absolutely cute?? :D

Tricia and her "army" 大姐!

I'm outta school for my NCC Teacher-Officer Course from 18 October to 12 November 2010 at Amoy Quee Camp, so I gotta book in and out everyday in my smart 4. :)

This evening, at Grandma's house, I took a picture with Tricia.

I'm loving this 'regular' lifestyle. :)
Did I make the right decision?
Should I have chosen to sign on to SAF/Navy instead of MOE? :|

official

It's the Teachers' Investiture Ceremony today, so I officially graduate from NIE and am officially a 'cher! :)

2 tickets cuz...


Mummy was there...
He♥ was there too. ;)


‎

"I touch the future, I teach." -Christa McAuliffe

♥-ed! :D

Met BFF for lunch at Ikea. :)
We then headed to Queensway Shopping Centre for her to settle some stuff, before going back to Ikea to do shopping for boxes. :)

Dinner was at grandma's.

Love her potato soup, ngoh hiang and coffee-flavoured pork ribs.
Yummy!

It's really an awesome day well-spent with my BFF, doing a little something for my favourite and finishing grandma's dishes!
I'm indeed ♥-ed (and ♥-ing)! ;)

All right, time to continue with unpacking stuff from ugly carton boxes into chio storage boxes! :)

Happy Mother's Day!

Yea, it's Mother's Day today and the family (with grandparents) went out for dinner.
No photos for now cuz my cables're in 7 different pieces. :(

Anyway, it was an awesome dinner! :D
More when I get the photos...

Cargo

That's Daddy Tay, Cheryl and Mummy Tay in the cargo lift of Ikea.
We were trapped in the passenger lift with another Caucasian family for some 15 minutes.
It was pretty scary, with the lift jerking up and down quite a bit between the basement and the fifth storey, or at least that was shown on the level indicator in the lift.
All of us chatted to while time away; I prayed while the chats went on.

I was so so afraid that lift would plummet to the bottom. :(
Thank God we got out unscathed! :)

Anyway, I really love how the room looks now - the colour, furniture and all. :)
We're gonna get more stuff when the stocks arrive, pictures when the room is properly done up!
All right, 'nuff rambling, time to go unpack the boxes and fill up the shelves we got from Ikea...
Toodles!

父女党! :)

Love the colour of my room!
Daddy Tay rocks - we were an awesome pair doing the cleaning up together! :D
Thank you Daddy ♥!

Yea, it was just Daddy ♥ and I cleaning up the house - vacuum, wipe, sweep, mop.
No idea where the rest are, hmph!
Nonetheless, it was an awesome time of bonding! :D

Homeless :(

I came home from work to see Tibbit baby locked in his cage outside the house.
Apparently Daddy thinks keeping him in the house would be detrimental to his health - all the dust and noise.
And yes, all that dust and noise are true.
Daddy didn't tell me it'd be this bad; I was told Tibbit would be fine. :(
Hence I didn't arrange for him to stay at a boarding house.

So I brought my dear boy to a boarding house at 8ish, begged the person to let him be there.
Now I miss patting that boy to sleep before I go to bed. :(

I don't like all the dust!
And all that sleeping in weird places!
I want the renovation to be done abracadabra!! -pouts-

Life is fragile

One moment you're here, the next you could be gone.


I pray she'll recover and be well soon...