YANG

PARENTING 101

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Parenting... No matter how aged this form of profession is, its probably, undoubtedly, undeniably the most important and therefore, the toughest job on earth.

Just look around you, alot of people proclaim to be parents who cares about their kids, who would give everything for the young one. Perhaps, that's the issue, the refusal to acknowledge, the importance of being there for your child, the importance of parenting, with a presence.

Granted, your kids don't need you there twenty-four-seven. In fact parenting is quite like the art of flying a kite. Cliche, nontheless, but there's nothing quites as effective in showing the need to understand when to be there, when to hold them back, when to ask them, teach them, hold them. And conversely, when to let them find out on their own, when to let them fall and learn to get up.

At the end of the day, i think parenting as a profession or as a dedication, is one that there's no chance to be perfect at. there's no perfect upbringing, just like there's no perfect being in the world, unless transcient and from up above.

Point is, parenting perhaps is reliant on something less technical, less explicit and less theoretical. Our ideas of parenting might be different, but one thing i believe we can all agree on is the need to parent.

Undoubtedly, the excuse for a bad parent?
I parent, the best way i know how.

yang

IN THE NIGHT I HEAR THEM MEOW

Friday, November 13, 2009

Seriously though, theres a bunch of pretty noisy and according to my mum, pretty horny bunch of cats around my house, it's always meowing at night. I understand that animals are not like humans they can't help but meow like there's no tomorrow.

the wierdest thing? they sound like toddlers crying in the night. Trust me though, it is not. It's seriously the gang of black cats. i think their efforts have payed off because recently, i've seen a little kitten around.

I'm not an animal person, am I?

yang

JUST FRIGGIN GONE FOR AWHILE

Alright, i'd admit, i've been AWOL, for a time too long to be put into words.
Though, if i'd have it my way, there's lots of things in school that i'd wish is cancelled or just removed. there's just too much going on and if you'd been around me long enough i'm sure you'd realise the same thing.

People scurrying around, worried about something, prematurely... then again, i won't say it's premature given time is never anyone's friend. Look at this blog for instance, i'd turn away and it's been what, a few weeks before i'm back... frankly it ain't feeling like it was weeks ago...

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In actual fact, i'd say things have gotten to a stage where my mind has sorta carried out a "windows update" of its own. I'm seeing my things in compartments. one section of the brain left for the day to day functions AKA going through the motions. The other spread equally between thinking up topics for FYP in year 3 (see, told ya it's premature), Ethic revision (test on tues), PP Poster (due next week) & Research methods proposal (due tuesday).

seriously, at this rate, i'm gonna need to get defragged...

actually forget defragg, i'm gonna turn blue screen-ed...

yang

ORCHARD ON A SUNDAY

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Went shopping today at ion and went to catch a movie at cineliesure. Seriously, Singapore is getting alittle too small for my liking. Good thing, we went shopping in Orchard at an unearthly-unsunday-like time, 10 am. no crowds. i manged to snag myself a pair of jeans. Sadly though alterations will render it collectable only on 1st of Nov.

Nevertheless, i enjoyed the movie, the day out, it's just the revision that i was supposed to do that's weighing on my mind, which is resting on my legs, suffering also, from the fatigue of ion and cine and the path between the two.

yang

gotta work

Sunday, October 18, 2009

yes, i know i know, i'm a pretty bad blogger.
google should really acquire twitter, it just makes everyone so lazy to type down their thoughts.
At least no longer thaat 140 characters...
well, soon enough, i'm gonna write something and hopefully it won't be just one liners...

yang

TIME

Friday, October 02, 2009

sometimes, amidst the craziness of it all, you'd just wish, time will stop, even if it's just for alittle while...

if it's any consolation, school begins monday, e55P it is...
e56b on tuesday...

the real prize? no school on wednesday...

yang

behind the lens

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Feeling uncomfortable in or the need to continually nitpick, one's skin, among other things, has become commonplace given the rise of social media. Perhaps, given that almost every soul possesses a mobile phone it's hard not to recognise the fact that every corner you turn, every face that you see, under that unsuspecting cool calm (and perhaps sometimes deranged) exterior of that stranger, is that little form of technology, reminding you, big brother's always watching.

Naturally so, if you'd compare the photo taking and pose striking skills of a teen or kid now with that in the 80s or 90s, you'd be amazed by the "improvements" or, in less glorious light, the mutation of that ability. Mine never quite did "mutate". Point laid...

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just a sidenote, say goodbye to:

yang

wasn't at prom

Saturday, September 19, 2009

thinking back and reflecting on my secondary school years, i just realised something, i didn't take the chance to really conclude my years in that school. That school. that one, that made me angry, happy, glad, over the moon, on cloud nine, somewhere somehow sometimes dredged in some kind of hell that i wished at most times i'm totally out of, all that rolled into 5years.

point is, i wasn't at prom, not for some ridicoulously cooked up reason, but rather, it was kinda agreed upon by me and my close friends that we were not going to prom. looking back, i'm alittle in regret that i didn't take the chance to get to say good bye to those people, who's faces still remain CARVED in my memories, be it for better or for worst.

i would concede that in many different ways, in many different cultures, prom night largely reflects an ending and a new beginning, a new phase in life. saying goodbye yet vowing to somehow, stay in touch (think so near yet so far). Thing is, i don't think such a culture is in existant here locally. How many of us actually felt that prom night was indeed memorable? How many of us talk about the experiences (or conquest in the form of some humping) in the course of that one night marking the inevitable end of a sweet sixteen and the crossing to a more adult, more tertiary education environment?

I guess, regardless of having or not having been to prom is not the issue but as with friends and the saying that goes with it: a friend in need is a friend indeed. What matters is not what happened on that night, but what happens after that, in the years that follow. Are you still friends with that person you sat next to at the prom dinner table? the one you joked around with in class? the one you confided every single lucid detail of your life in? the one you swore you'd never give up on?

yang