Thursday, March 29, 2007

About recognising the effort they've put in

Currently in: my hut
Currently listening to: Oasis' What's the Story Morning Glory


Even though school has started, I still feel very much in the 'camp' mood.
Compared to the energetic outdoor activities, regular lessons back in school seem so much more sombre, quieter and tamer.
I guess I miss camp life!

On the other hand, I don't think I could physically and mentally keep up with an outdoor camp any longer that a week or so. That would require inhuman amounts of stamina and concentration, just to make sure the camp runs safely for the students.

Of course, if I were a student, having a camp for months would never ever be a problem, would it?

Here's some photos of the Peer Leaders from the X-Country Championships and the Sec 2 Level Camp. They've worked real hard in the Camp and the various Teachers have actually come to me to express their appreciation for the great help that the PLs have rendered to them during the Camp. I'm real pleased to hear that!



To students, I know you want to be given opportunities to be developed. The strong qualities of most successful persons are usually nurtured during the school years. In Fajar, there is an abundance of opportunities to be part of activities that can develop you.

I encourage you to take the lead, to dare to serve, to get involved in school activities. Go for your CCA regularly. Play a sport. Do your homework. Stay away from bad company. Work hard to live harmoniously with your family. Learn something new everyday. Read beyond the textbooks. Be knowledgeable.

Be a student leader if you can. There is potential in every one of you. Don't wait for others to recognise it. YOU must know that it is there in you and you must be willing to exercise your potential.

We need Fajar to rise up. It's been in the doldrums for too long and we need to awake from it.

We need students who love the School and wants the School to scale greater heights.

It starts with YOU.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

About the Sec 2 Camp

Currently in: Gelare Cafe, Suntec City
Currently listening to: Chris Daughtry


The 2007 Sec 2 Camp was unprecedented, in more ways than one.



Discussions about the Camp began as early as January. There were many ideas that were floated around the PE department and by the end of the month, we thought we had a clear idea on how the Camp would be run.

We were confident of making this Camp a success, and we had our reasons for feeling this way.

Not many students have this inside information - Fajar Secondary has something that not many other schools can boast of.

It is this: Fajar is blessed with a sizable number of teachers who possess the MOE Outdoor Adventure Centre license.

In other words, some of our teachers are qualified (and more than capable) of running the Camp as INSTRUCTORS. It means that, where other schools can't, we can run our own Camps.

And we have the quality. Our teachers are faultless in carrying out the activities safely and ensuring the complete Camp experience for the campers. These teachers are not new. They have at least 2 - 3 Sec 2 Camps under their belt. Some of them even assist in the running of the Peer Leaders’ Training Camps. We have the experience.

A second reason is that we can always count on the Peer Leaders. The Peer Leaders’ original raison d’etre (before they were formed some years ago) was to assist the School in the Level Camps.

Every year, the PLs look forward to this massive task - to assist the Teachers, and to eat, live with, guide, mentor, encourage, discipline, cajole, reprimand, observe, and inspire the Sec 2 students - over a period of 5 demanding days. The experience is always punishing. Not all Sec 2 students are pleasant to be with. How often I have seen Peer Leaders break down - having suffered from dealing with difficult students, and having reached their limits of physical and mental thresholds.

But Peer Leaders have resilience. No, it’s not thrust onto them, it’s not taught onto them. They have always found the ability to bounce back, and the resilience that has always been inside them, found its way out, took root and gave the PLs renewed strength to recover and come back stronger than ever.

When the going gets tough, the TOUGH GETS GOING. How true.

And, by the end of the camp, the Peer Leaders look entirely different. They have steel now. They are bonded with each other like never before. Unlike any other student leadership groups I know, the School knows that whatever life throws at this hardy group, they can deal with it, the Fajarian way, the right way.


So with these two reasons, we were quite confident that the Camp would be smooth. We’ve got the teachers and we’ve got the student leaders.


But, you know how it is with life. Nothing stays certain. Plans change.



The School decided to allow vendors to run the camp. This decision was met with dismay, even disdain.

We’ve never done this before - allow others to run OUR Camp.




Fajar’s strength has been that we run our Camps. It’s almost our source of unbridled pride. I mean, our teachers are also instructors, and I’m not just referring to the PE teachers. We have classroom teachers who are qualified and quite capable. How cool is that?

The School’s decision rocked us and it wasn’t easy to accept it.

It raised so many questions in our heads.





But as servants of the school, right from the Teachers to the PLs, we accepted the decision. Instead of looking at the problems and complaining, we adopted the attitude of, ‘How can we make this work?’


Working with vendors certainly presented hitches, none which were too great to overcome. The teachers worked feverishly to put the programme together. There was a lot of unseen work that were done. For any grand project to work, a tremendous amount of effort has to be invested into the preparations.





The Camp is now over. The instructors from CHA were, to a large extent, brilliant.

The Camp was absolutely fun. I was privileged to be with groups 15 and 16 (Coconuts and Hi-5s) and the instructors - Alvin and Vanessa - were irrepressible and absolutely bursting with encouragements and enthusiasm. They taught the kids HOW TO LIVE.


Much tears were shed when the instructors bade farewell. In a sense, the students realized that with the instructors’ departure, it would signal the end of the fun experience.

I beg to differ. Their departure was necessary. The Sec 2 students have to stand on their own feet.

In their short time with us, the instructors have spoken words of wisdom to them. Sitting with Alvin and Vanessa, I completely affirm every word they said. They talked about respect. They talked about cohesiveness in a team. They talked about being a good listener. They talked about supporting one another. They talked about the pointlessness of blaming others. They talked about seeing things in a positive attitude. They talked about playing by the rules, even when no one is watching. They talked about INTEGRITY - doing things rightly and honourably at all times.


In this Sec 2 Camp, the campers learnt all these lessons (and more) through a myriad of activities. Though the Camp must end, these lessons need not be forgotten. The Sec 2s must take these lessons and apply it in their real world. To those who think that life is a drag, that School is meaningless, that there is emptiness in what they do - I exhort you to re-think and to apply the lessons learnt from this Camp.





The Sec 2 Camp is meant to let the campers venture BEYOND - to step into the unknown, to think differently, to be boldly positive.

The Camp prepares you to live life well. The SCHOOL has provided the OPPORTUNITY, the TEACHERS have successfully organized and planned the Camp, the INSTRUCTORS have honoured the contract and taught you well.

But it is not enough.

This Sec 2 Camp will never be considered a true success, until the CAMPERS take all those lessons that they have learnt in the Camp, and APPLY them in their real worlds.




Once that happens for every single Sec 2 Camper, the Camp would have achieved its purpose.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

About the outing with 2 young ladies

Currently listening to: Red Hot Chilli Peppers' Under The Bridge


Last weekend, my wife and I had a lovely day out with Evie and Charmaine.

We got to know them when we went on a tour to the Middle East in December. We were herded into the same tour bus throughout the 10-day trip and we grew to adore them.

Evie is in Primary Five but she’s a really quick-witted and heartwarming person. Charmaine's one year older but she speaks so softly that her voice is like the flutterings of a butterfly. I really have to bend low to hear her clearly but she looks so innocent, so sweet that my wife and I just want to protect her.

Going out with them is just a blast and my wife arranged this outing and when she told me about it, I was really thrilled.

So, we picked them up from Sunday school and drove to Vivo City. We had a quick lunch, and then made our way quickly to the Harbourfront Towers. We were going to take the cable car!



The journey on top of the world took our breath away. We were all buzzing with excitement as the cable car moved slowly towards Mount Faber, made a u-turn, before we alighted at Sentosa station.


From there, we lapped on some Ben & Jerry’s ice-cream gleefully, before skipping down to the Underwater World.


In there, we saw marvellous sights, such as the rare dugong, sharks, giant crabs, manta rays, and some humans in diving suits, feeding the sea creatures.

The day culminated with a splendid dinner with Charmaine’s parents in Swensens, back in Vivo City.




We had a perfect day with these two ladies and I think my one-week school break could not have ended any better.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

He has gone to a better place

Life had so restricted you
your spirit is now free
to go explore the universe
for all eternity.

Judy Gagnon



You will be missed, Kenneth.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

About the noisy Japanese dinner

Dark and gloomy skies greeted us as we opened our car doors in the East Coast car park. We were starving and our original intention had been to drive to the famous Old Airport Road food centre for our dinner after picking up my wife from the airport.

As it turned out, we couldn’t wait, not when our car whizzed past East Coast and rows of restaurants came into view. The Japanese restaurant caught our eyes and we agreed quickly that we’d turn out from the expressway and head straight there.

Once inside the restaurant, we were greeted by a cacophony of voices, some hollering, some shrieking, wishing us ‘welcome’ in their pseudo-Japanese. You might already have a taste of it if you have ever stepped into Sakae Sushi but I tell you, this was ten times worse.

Anyway we were ushered to our seat, and we pored over the menu, which contains an astounding 189 dishes (no I didn’t count them as all the dishes were numbered). The only problem was that we simply did not know what to order. There were too many dishes to choose from!

It didn’t help that while we were still deciding, we were momentarily deafened by the disharmonious grunts by the waitresses every time a guest entered the restaurant.

Eventually we picked our dishes and ordered our food.

The good news was that we didn’t have to wait too long for the food to come. We barely got warmed up in our conversation before my dish, curry rice with chicken, arrived, followed moments later by an excellent beef sukiyaki.

The meal was quite average but it did its job of filling our stomachs.

Well, once the billed was settled, we stood up to head for the exit. I was almost prepared to cover my ears because you would know what would come next.

Yes. They shrieked again ‘goodbye and please come again’ in some unintelligible language, Japanese I presume.





And no no no no no, I didn’t cover my ears. That would be too mean, wouldn't it.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

It's the same old story

Current location: Bukit Batok
Listening to: Nelly Furtado's Say It Right (Thanks Ms Cheryl for the cd)


We've never really changed, have we?

Utter disrespect, incessant noise-making, a senseless fight... and to top it off, a thief in our own backyard.

What we had there was a group of decent people, doing their jobs, trying to get the event well and truly running. All their efforts were almost derailed by some who couldn't be bothered.

Perhaps the only way for some of them to learn is to get a taste of their own medicine.




What could have been an outstanding day in our calender - where we could have seen the best of us - instead turned into a smouldering mess of disappointment, seething resentment and unadulterated frustration.