Archive for January, 2004

Sort of a Fairy Tale

s t a r m | s t January 31st, 2004

‘Peter Pan’ was not that bad a show. I mean, it was really crappy at times but well, it is a children’s fairytale afterall. There’s only so much depth the show could go. Plus, it is a light-hearted one at that. In case you guys think that I’m attempting to bring some credibility to the show, I’m not. ha.. Some parts were really duh. Say for example, the five minutes ‘I believe in fairies, I do, I do!’ chant saw us laughing in horrified amusement, and the kiss between the two young kids ignited a ‘woo hoo!’ from the audience. laughs.

And Pawprints, coerced into sitting through it for about two hours, looked really bored and, at times, traumatised. Poor girl.

Priceless

s t a r m | s t January 27th, 2004

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, “who would like this $20 bill?” Hands started going up.

He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but, first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple the $20 dollar bill up.

He then asked, “Who still wants it?” Still the hands were up in the air.

Well, he replied, “what if I do this?” And he dropped it on the ground, started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.

“Now, who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air.

“My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money; you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It is still worth $20.”

“Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who do love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by who we are.”

Heart and Soul

s t a r m | s t January 26th, 2004

artistic

You are naturally born with a gift, be it
poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and
creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.
Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet
also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.

What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Different Kind of Feel

s t a r m | s t January 25th, 2004

CNY this year is a different experience as I had to go bai nian the other half’s family. Another first. I’m not that big on (extended) family-closeness, (I only ever see most of my relatives once a year) but seeing how his family gather together to eat, drink, chatter, fight over toys (for the kids) and fight over MJ and blackjack (for the adults), I half wished that I could do the same with my extended family.. There’s a certain kind of warmth and cheer among them, that’s normal. But they casually sincerely extended the warmth and cheer to include me even though most of them have only seen me for the 1st time that day. Heartwarming indeed.

The free MMS promotion from M1 in conjunction with the Chinese New Year festive sees the other half and I bombarding each other MMSes like nobody’s business. laughs. Oh well. It isn’t everyday you get something like this from M1. And it was just as well since his new T630 toy, yes, the one he has been bragging about, IS a camera phone.

In other news, attempting to organize a get-together for Yahwee, Beebs, KK and I is as difficult as finding Osama. Sigh.

Reminder

s t a r m | s t January 21st, 2004

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. - Matthew 12:28

Love Me, Love My Speech

s t a r m | s t January 20th, 2004

Received a call from the other half on my way to school and was greeted with a garbled “Hyegdeeauriwherigeitainercsoow”. A “huh?” slipped out of my mouth before I could help it and I was enlightened with a reply of “Caynauthaugploberryeethurths”. Braces taken out, they were replaced by a set of very uncomfortable retainers which made the other half speak as if his mouth is stuffed with food. Poor thing. Spoke to him and comforted him for a while before hanging up.

A few minutes later, an sms beeped on my phone. It was the other half, chasing me for an answer with a petulant “Do you still love me now that I talk funny?”

Food For Thought

s t a r m | s t January 19th, 2004

An article from Le Petit Prince, which was published in the Straits Times today.. A rather long one but something worthy of reading. Hope it will help people reading this blog understand more about the hearing-impaired.

I refer to Mr Malcolm Lim’s letter, ‘Hearing impaired need more help in school’ and Assoc Prof Low’s letter “Many issues need addressing in helping the hearing impaired”.I wish to applaud them for bringing these issues to light. In the same spirit, I would like to raise public awareness and appeal for public understanding of the problems of the deaf by recounting my own experiences. I was a hearing-impaired child who was mainstreamed throughout my schooling years, and am now a special education teacher with XXX.

Deafness is one of the most misunderstood, isolating disabilities and the seriousness of its impact–social, psychological, educational–often underrated. As Helen Keller succinctly and poignantly put it: “Blindness cuts you off from things, deafness cuts you off from people.” Hearing loss is irreversible and incurable, and technological devices like hearing aids
and cochlear implants are partial solutions at best; a hearing-impaired person will never be able to hear as well as one with normal hearing.

My hearing loss was diagnosed when I was in primary 2 and I was later fitted with hearing aids. It would be no exaggeration to say those years as a deaf student in mainstream schools were, for the most part, the most miserable of my life. I could not understand lessons as I could not make out teachers’ speech; group activities and discussions were impossible to follow for the same reason; teasing and mocking of my disability by peers (as they say, children can be the most cruel) and even a few insensitive teachers was a feature of daily life; teachers had no idea how to handle a hearing-impaired student like me or already had too much on their plates to give special attention to me. The sense of being ‘different’ and abnormal, and of exclusion, was overwhelming. Being deaf is also physically draining due to the intense level of concentration needed when using hearing aids to even have the remotest chance of following others’ speech.

Of course, there were kind-hearted classmates, friends and teachers who made the time and effort to help me, but they were the rare exceptions. So I can easily empathise with those in similar situations; it is too easy for them to simply give up on themselves and their studies because of the pressures they face so young and so early in life.

As I grew older, I was fortunate enough to learn, gradually, to cope with my condition and take things in my stride. I also got to know other hearing-impaired individuals and found that what I went through was not unique, that their school and social experiences largely mirrored mine.

My account here is not to evoke sympathy or pity. Neither is it to ask for charity or special privileges for the deaf. Rather, it is to give the hearing majority an idea of the very real difficulties deaf students face in school, as well as to ask for that bit of patience, understanding and decency when communicating and interacting with those with deafness and other disabilities.

My students still have a long way to go, and I often find myself worrying and wondering about their future. Will they find a more receptive, more understanding and a kinder world awaiting them after they leave their sheltered deaf environment in the school? Or will they encounter more of the same ignorant, indifferent, intolerant masses outside?

Yes, more can be done on the part of the ministries, the hospitals and VWOs. But each of us–the person-in-the-street–can make a difference too. Ultimately, the human touch does count. How we treat the most vulnerable among us–the disabled children who are blind, deaf, spastic, intellectually disabled–says much about us as a society, and as individuals.

I hope to see the day when the wheelchair-bound are a common sight on our streets and buses, our blind graduates find jobs worthy of their hard-earned degrees, the news on television have subtitles for the deaf and people no longer stare or cringe at the sight of a Down Syndrome child in public.

That, more than soaring GNP per capita figures, will show that we have finally arrived as a society.

The Elvish Man in My Life

s t a r m | s t January 18th, 2004


You are going to marry Orlando Bloom. He will
always treat you right and is very romantic. He
will do anything for you. He is very polite and
has deep brown eyes and is very good looking
(which is another plus!). He can make anything
cheesy look really good (like sliding down
stairs on a shield shooting arrows or wearing
pointy ears for example). Congrats!!

Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (10 results that have pics!)
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laughs. Stole this from Percusso’s blog.. Seems like I’ll get Orlando Bloom as well~

His and Hers

s t a r m | s t January 11th, 2004

I got new shoes! A gift from the other half and his mum. For those who has seen the other half’s Adidas shoes before, well, mine is the..err..more feminine version of his; white with strips of light pink. *smiles*

addidas shoes

In The Limelight

s t a r m | s t January 10th, 2004

Yet another song-signing performance yesterday, this time at an old folks’ home. We used the same three songs from CCA last year, namely; Hand in Hand, There You’ll Be, and Heal The World. Being the sensitive girl she is, Deon pointed out that our songs were quite inappropriate, what with phrases like ‘In my dreams, I’ll always see your soul above the sky‘ and ‘There are people dying‘. Laughs. Was too late to change the songs by then though.

Wanting to charm the little violin girls in pink and yellow frilly frocks who were waiting for their turn to perform, the other half hit on the idea of teaching them some signs. That’s cute. Ever the good influence, he taught them words like ’stupid’ and ‘idiot’ and encouraged them to use them on their violin teacher if she ever says or does anything that they don’t like. That’s dangerous. And he did all those while being oblivious to the fact that the teacher was at the side watching and listening to him. That’s brilliant.

Salsa at night with my sis at Xenbar was not something I looked forward to, since the performance took quite a lot out of me. But the poor girl has been asking me some 101 times to go..err..so I decided to be nice for once. Hid in a corner on the 2nd level so that 1)I can pretend to be invisible and then noone would ask me to dance, 2)I can observe the scene before me and gape freely at the pro dancers (they are really good!), and 3)so that I can sleep if I’m bored. But no, my plan was foiled when sis’ friend invited me for a dance. Sigh. Ended up embarrassing myself with my clumsiness. Gotta say that the highlight of the night was when this well-known (in salsa community) guy (sis’ primary school friend, our cousin-lookalike) invited me for a dance. He was.. is such a flamboyant dancer that all eyes would be upon him and his partner whenever he started dancing.. *stress* But I felt privileged, as most girls would.. heh heh..

Off to sleep for me~

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