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Friday, June 13, 2008 + Retracing the foot prints + So i've finished university. i've accomplished my parents great expectations (which weren't tooo difficult really). All the jazz, the pizazz, the celebrations and drunken revelry is over, and the introspection begins. I guess i spent a good part of uni in quarter life crisis. Seriously. Trying to negotiate the fine line between who i was and what i wanted to be. Perhaps some major aspects have crystallized in stunning clarity, but there do remain some muddy gray areas i've yet to deal with. I've been plagued/blessed with a big ego. It has been my tool. My war horse. Taking me places and heights i never dreamt possible in my younger years. Yet at the same time it caused me much grief. When ego seized control, too often i cared too much about what others thought of me and forgot aspects of who i was in the process. My next few posts merely aid me in retracing my steps... an oblique attempt to see my future by going back to my past. To aid me in stamping chops of "success", "failure" and "work-in-progress" on the recent chapters of my life. age 1-6: grew up in an English-educated Christian family. So much so that both my grandfathers spoke to me in English. Paternal grand-daddy was an Anglophile. Maternal grand-daddy was a player. Parents scolded me for picking up Singlish in primary 1. So i learnt to alternate between Singlish in school and Queen's English at home. No brain capacity left for Chinese. So apparently... I grew up in weird circumstances? Grew up thinking that Chinese speakers were weird. Now i know they are the actually the majority of Singaporean society.... But i still think they're weird. heh. Paternal grand-daddy had a big garden. It was the ultimate playground, but not the safest, for it frequently hosted a great habitat for spiders, lizards and snakes. There he taught me to appreciate nature, even unto the smallest bugs. Still have memories of him showing me a cobra he had killed for wandering into the house. Apparently it could have killed me, cos of i was too young to care, i just found it sooo cool that he let me touch it. If i had to attach a theme song for this section of my life it'll be: "Boy in a Rock and Roll Band" - The Pierces How deep is your ocean? How high is your sky? I'd love to put our love into motion But I'd have to ask myself why Well, I can't tell ya how to live your life But I know how to live mine I take home pretty things that I like And baby, you are so fine Yeah, I could give you everything you need With just one touch of my hand But I swore I would never fall in love With a boy in a rock & roll band Why do I adore you? We've only just met… I feel I would do anything for you But baby, sometimes I forget That I can't tell ya how to live your life But I know how to live mine I take home pretty things that I like And baby, you are so fine Yeah, I could give you everything you need With just one touch of my hand But I swore I would never fall in love With a boy in a rock & roll band Well, I forget I'm a lady I've had too much wine I'd love it if you would call me your baby Cause baby, you are so fine ok this aint the original video but it was the easiest to find and access. ian wong beats around the bush@ 6:46 PM Comments: Post a Comment

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Friday, June 13, 2008

+ Retracing the foot prints +

So i've finished university. i've accomplished my parents great expectations (which weren't tooo difficult really). All the jazz, the pizazz, the celebrations and drunken revelry is over, and the introspection begins. I guess i spent a good part of uni in quarter life crisis. Seriously. Trying to negotiate the fine line between who i was and what i wanted to be. Perhaps some major aspects have crystallized in stunning clarity, but there do remain some muddy gray areas i've yet to deal with.

I've been plagued/blessed with a big ego. It has been my tool. My war horse. Taking me places and heights i never dreamt possible in my younger years. Yet at the same time it caused me much grief. When ego seized control, too often i cared too much about what others thought of me and forgot aspects of who i was in the process.

My next few posts merely aid me in retracing my steps... an oblique attempt to see my future by going back to my past. To aid me in stamping chops of "success", "failure" and "work-in-progress" on the recent chapters of my life.

age 1-6: grew up in an English-educated Christian family. So much so that both my grandfathers spoke to me in English. Paternal grand-daddy was an Anglophile. Maternal grand-daddy was a player. Parents scolded me for picking up Singlish in primary 1. So i learnt to alternate between Singlish in school and Queen's English at home. No brain capacity left for Chinese. So apparently... I grew up in weird circumstances? Grew up thinking that Chinese speakers were weird. Now i know they are the actually the majority of Singaporean society.... But i still think they're weird. heh. Paternal grand-daddy had a big garden. It was the ultimate playground, but not the safest, for it frequently hosted a great habitat for spiders, lizards and snakes. There he taught me to appreciate nature, even unto the smallest bugs. Still have memories of him showing me a cobra he had killed for wandering into the house. Apparently it could have killed me, cos of i was too young to care, i just found it sooo cool that he let me touch it.

If i had to attach a theme song for this section of my life it'll be:

"Boy in a Rock and Roll Band" - The Pierces

How deep is your ocean?
How high is your sky?
I'd love to put our love into motion
But I'd have to ask myself why

Well, I can't tell ya how to live your life
But I know how to live mine
I take home pretty things that I like
And baby, you are so fine
Yeah, I could give you everything you need
With just one touch of my hand
But I swore I would never fall in love
With a boy in a rock & roll band

Why do I adore you?
We've only just met…
I feel I would do anything for you
But baby, sometimes I forget

That I can't tell ya how to live your life
But I know how to live mine
I take home pretty things that I like
And baby, you are so fine
Yeah, I could give you everything you need
With just one touch of my hand
But I swore I would never fall in love
With a boy in a rock & roll band

Well, I forget I'm a lady
I've had too much wine
I'd love it if you would call me your baby
Cause baby, you are so fine

ok this aint the original video but it was the easiest to find and access.

ian wong beats around the bush@ 6:46 PM

Comments: Post a Comment

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