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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Homework!

The following is a brief summary on how my Chinese homework looks like (before it was given a rough translation to Chinese, duh, and became really boring and un-witty- it’s very hard to be sarcastic in Mandarin!)

December 25th. The day that children all round the world covets and eagerly waits for. Everywhere you go, you can hear strains of those irritating, repetitive Christmas jingles, and Christmas sales are chock-full with a variety of products. Also, this is probably the only time where children are on their best behaviour. Ever heard the line, “He knows when you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake.” Yep. It’s firmly rooted into tradition. Be good or else!

I, personally, do not believe in the existence of Santa Claus. Perhaps, if I were born in the West, then I might still believe in him. But when you live in a country that no such customs like the westerners; for example hanging stockings beside your chimney (Sorry, no chimneys. Perhaps Santa would like to crawl up the rubbish chute?), or leaving out milk and cookies for him, as well as carrots for the reindeer (Can’t fit through the grilles on the window). Presents are placed under a fir tree (fake, obviously) laden with decorations and blinding fluorescent lights by the parents passing themselves as a pseudo-Santa. Honestly. How is Christmas spirit going to work here in Singapore?

In this country, many children have the misconception that Christmas is all about getting presents, leaving long lists of ‘wants’ for Santa to pick up. Some of the cleverer ones already know that ‘Santa’ comes in the form of their parents, after a night of careful observation of the goings-on beside the Christmas tree. I decided to find out for myself, how many people actually believed in Santa Claus?

After interviewing some of the folks around my block, I compiled the results into a series of tables and charts, and found that mostly those who believed in Santa Claus were the younger children. The disbelievers were mostly young adults and teens over the age of fifteen.

If there were more activities for children to get to understand the true meaning and origin of Christmas, perhaps more people would believe in the existence of this jolly old man. Start from young, as they say.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Dear Diary...

Dear Diary,
We will be flying off to Brunei tomorrow. Kind of excited- really can't wait to see all my cousins again! :D

I went kayaking with my family yesterday! Two guides accompanied us into the mangrove swamp across the resort so we wouldn't get lost- the first guide in front with Yong Yong and the other with Mummy, at the back.

Di Di was really annoyed throughout the whole half-hour trip. I sat in front of him and managed to get his shorts totally drenched in water before trip was over. And we kept getting stuck. I guess it wasn't a total coincidence that it happened whenever I slapped a mosquito. Okay, so I did drop the paddle and it 'accidentally' hit him on the head... And it wasn't totally my fault that we got stranded on the roots of the mangroves. We had to be lifted out of the kayak, but, hey! At least we didn't get wet ~^-^~