I got this picture from wiki. (Incase anyone wants to sue me for taking their picture.)
It doesn’t look like your bedroom pooh does it? Ever since I was introduced to the world of Christopher Robin, I didn’t really like Pooh as much as I love Eeyore. There’s no particular reason of disliking him, I love his house and his honey pot and I love how he tore his butt from eating too much honey, I love the dumbest thing about him trying to impersonate a little black rain cloud. I just don’t like merchandise stuff toys of Winnie the Pooh. They are all to fake to be him, and finally, today I found out why.
Because Pooh is meant to look like your ordinary British Teddy!! I always loved the classic pooh illustrations, but there’s nothing else I love more the the vintage looking British teddy. The best discovery I made today is that my all time favorite hero is a real person, and he is non other than…..CHRISTOPHER ROBIN!!! He’s not exactly a hero, just that every time I watch Winnie the Pooh, I’ll always be so envious of Christopher Robin’s life. Every Pooh’s cartoon will always begin with a set-up of Christopher Robin’s room, with a vintage looking white bed enough to fit a sleeping 10 year old boy (which is obviously Christopher Robin), a shelf filled with books and his hundred acre wood friends, and alphabet blocks scattered around his whole floor. His room will always be white and no matter how oldish the set up is, it just makes me want that kind of nursery. I don’t really remember Christopher Robin much in Pooh’s adventures, except helping Pooh to pretend being a black rain cloud and trying to push Pooh out of Rabbit’s tree hole after eating too much honey, Disney didn’t really make him very much of a character at all. You don’t see Christopher Robin’s plushie selling around toy departmental stores, mostly just Tigger whom I thought to be deceivingly cute (but really he’s damn annoying in the cartoon), Eeyore (my favorite of all times), Pooh, Owl, Roo, Rabbit…Piglet…and whatever animals in hundred Acre Wood.
I guess its because I never had a nursery where I could pretend that I’m living in a forest, the room I grew up in (my grandma’s house) was so chinese looking. There’s this cupboard which is going to be locked forever, and several miniatures statues of taoist gods which I moved it out of my room when I grew a little older.
There’s this huge painting in my room that freaked the shit out of me every night and the lighting was this squarish brown light which was already considered antique in the 1990′s. I swore that my room was freaking haunted, cos the door was always opening itself for no freaking reasons. Grandma said it was the wind but I swore that I was perspiring in my sleep so there was no freaking wind. When grandpa changed that squarish oldish light to a dangling one, it dangled left and right for no freaking reason too! It dangled every freaking night, that’s how I got the habit of praying every night before I sleep even during the most doubtful period of my life. Lo and behold it stopped dangling after like one year of praying every night before I sleep, please don’t freaking tell me that the made believe ‘wind’ decided to go another direction. My brother who slept in that room saw some pontianak looking thing from the neighbour’s tree, looking directly into his face! And there was this oldish brown fan which I thought if I would have kept it till today, I could make some money from the museum. I saw shadows of men and woman walking across the fan..every night!! (this could be my imagination tho, it was my first year in singapore..so the memory is quite weak)
I’m really sure that my grandma’s house is (or was) haunted. I wasn’t that brave okay, even tho I lived in my grandma’s place for about 12 years. I just prayed my way through and comfort myself with this purple bible which I hugged to sleep every day. I made my maid sleep in my room till my brother moved back to grandma’s place.
I never had a decent study table till I was much older cos I always do my homework in the living room. I bet many kids of my age in Singapore went through this kind of childhood, cos those were the era of superstitious parents and guardians.
I was wiki-ing Christopher Robin Milne. The boy who gave life to Pooh and friends. His father used him to illustrate his books, which I thought was so cute!! This just gave me an idea. One day I’ll illustrate my childhood companions, Amy and Dolly, both teddy bears my dad got for my brother and me after one of his business trip. Recently I just found them hidden in a bag my grandmother wanted to give away about 15 years ago, thank God she haven’t done so. Cos I found so many precious old toys but I didn’t manage to find my Peter Rabbit Collection. I bet she must have really thrown that away. 
I want to illustrate the room I used to stay in my grandmother’s house the way Disney did with A.A Milne’s story. I’ll draw out the imaginary ‘wind’ that meddled my door and dangles my light, and that shall be my villain. Of course the room the I grew up with, the exact cupboard which has been locked for ages, the painting, and the vintage fan…
but firstly, I obviously need a writer and an artist to begin my project….
My room in Indo wasn’t as personal to me as this freaky oldish room I grew up in. Although it was big, decorated the way I wanted it to be as a child and probably more like a nursery than the room my grandma had provided for me, I never stayed in there long enough to develop a sense of personality and longing. Every time I was back in Indo, bro and me would always squeeze in mom and dad’s room. Sadly and ironically, I can find more things worth remembering than in Indonesia, the country I was born in.
Next stop: Beatrix Potter.
Filed under: nostalgia
omg, can you believe it? i just followed vanness wu on twitter! and yesh, i’m still a super noob on it! i do realise that i’m following 22 other people whom i don’t have a clue on who they are. one of them includes arnold schwa-whatever-ger. why would i want to follow the twit of an old ang moh celebrity? it wouldnt hurt tho. not like i’m going to vanness wu’s twitter every single day. i’m long over that f4 phase. come to think of it, the unhealthy obsession i had on f4 last time earned me my first mp3.
and wah. the singaporean xiaxue blogger? she got like 2300++ followers! more than vanness wu, the international star. (psst, i secretly find xiaxue’s blog extremely entertaining) i have this tendency to admire overly confident people. there will always be this thing in them that make them glow no matter how unflattering their outward appearance may be.
i miss friendster! i still remember how i first got my account! we were all trying to do somekind of an IT project in the computer lab, but not all of us know how to play with frontpages so the rest of us were sneaking online with all these lame personal profile kinda sites. remember hi5 and this thing with all the poll votes where rumours started? we’ll type in things like — and — like each other and stuffs, then people can vote for how much they like that rumour. they also have neopets! we threw offensive languages at each other for hacking each others account. we had this round globe with a hand profile site too! i forgot what its called. but i know that the craze for globe-hand profile site died along with hi5, neopets and love calculator. OMG! LOVE CALCULATOR!! it was so fun!
the websites that really stayed on for quite a couple of years was friendster, friendpages, the voting site and of course, fridae.com. i bet none of you know what fridae.com is. it’s a lesbian profile community and i think most PL-lites at least had one account with that. even tho you’re super straight or neutral. cos in order to stalk people and their relationship status, it’s completely impossible to steal gossips without this marvelous site.
i used to have 20++ email address. this was one of the stupid things i spend my time on when i was a teenager. i had alienmail, seamail, lovemail, goodmail, doramail, hellokittymail, which ever mail that used to exist, you name it, i had it.
the one that stayed alive till i graduate was
yeehui37@hotmail.com,
sud_earth@doramail.com
and of cos, gglenn_da@hotmail.com.
honestly, i’ve never made any use of my email address till i grew somewhat older. i prolly only use emails for stupid worthless chain letters and pointless suscriptions. i don’t even know why i bother checking all my 20 emails EVERYDAY and deleting the same old junkmail all the time.
HAHHA. so funny.
i was also secretly addicted to winglin.net/fanfic and neopets even after it died. i think i continued reading fanfictions even during o’levels. my favourite couple were alec+vicki and prince+angela!! and when people came over to my place, i’ll erase browse history. i think cheryl sorta found out. omg!!! can’t believe i spend so much time on these stupid stuffs. what a waste of internet space.
AND BLOGS!! u name it, i had it too. i had livejournal, easyjournal, blogspot, multiply..every domain you can find over the internet. like last year, i found an easyjournal blog i used to have way back in sec 2. OMG. the english! i dont know how i stop blogging as often la. i think cos second year uni just become so insanely busy that i don’t have the mood and time to type emoish stuffs anymore. way back in year 1, i blogged like twice a day either to slam people or to complain about how shitty uni was. gone were the days when i had people to slam everyday.
and now, everything is just facebook and youtube. i wonder when will this two die.
oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
may the fire of our devotion light their way
may the footprints that we leave
lead them to believe
and the lives we live inspire them to obey
oh may all who come behind us find us faithful
i’m so happy to come from a christian school tho i spent every chapel catching up on my beauty sleep. i feel so nostalgic every time i see pl-lites running all over the place. those white belts, name tags and school badge. if you see them now, those ugly sewn on belts were one of the transformation during my time. it used to be a “punishment” pinafore for those who don’t know how to put on their belts properly. somehow they’ve decided to make that ugly thing compulsory and permanent.
oh well, what do you have to say when mrs lee had such a sick sense of fashion? anyway, i used to have a really sick sense of fashion too.
this is what i meant:
button shirt/no fear tees and extremely baggy fubu pants were what i used to wear everyday! along with that ridiculous hair and multiple piercings. my hair was short and KIM once! and i was foolishly proud of it. yes, i used to take pride in my dressing too, but in a different way. now that i don’t really care about what i wear, i think i look much better.
if you think i’m ugly now, you’d think that my mom should have stuffed me at birth.
even the most unglam shot last year will NEVER be able to compare to what i was during those adolescent years. but i HEART those times, closely in my heart. 
when friends were my family and nothing else matters.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTgHkuE9Q_8
go watch this, they block embed so i can’t put this up.
derren brown the mentalist was introduced to me in a science lecture. i started looking for him on youtube and bump into this one. you know how i always say that i can never fit in shakers beccause i never ever pass out, faint or scream hysterically in any shaker’s event? and when EVERY SINGLE person fall on the floor with their faces looking as tho they were crammed, i just felt so left out cos i didnt know if i should faint and pretend as tho there were a million ants trying to eat my face. i guess this explains it partially. and it somehow questions my spiritual gifts as well. which is really bad.
i got the gift of tongues in a situation where the person who prayed for me kinda force me to believe that i was anointed with the gift. then when i open my mouth, suddenly i thought i was partially controlling it. now, it can only be activated when there’s a kind of spiritual hype around the whole room, where everyone is emo and holy. i’m convinced that it’s real, but there’s something that i’m afraid of and i dont exactly know what i doubt.
still, i love God so don’t worry.
happy belated 70th, gb 4th coy!! man, i can’t believe i spent 5 years of my life hating and dreading my CCA. i totally have no idea why God put me there. no matter how much i pray to ask Him to make me like it, i still never felt like what they always say: “once a gb girl, always a gb girl”. i hated the uniform, i hated the program and i just find it so super boliao to go to sch every saturday morning just to sing christian songs. i regret not giving myself a chance to like gb. maybe i would have enjoyed myself more if i would have put in more effort into embracing my CCA. then probably i would be as emo as all the other gb girls when they saw this video. cos seriously, i felt NOTHING. so many comments from previous gb girls of all ages that went like “i miss gb, i miss neighbourhood visiting, drill com..blah blah blah.” the only thing i miss was drill and bitching all abt it right after. not that GB is bad, actuall its good. i just didnt give myself a chance to like it.
i had someone who hated gb together with me. maybe that was why we had so much fun in hating gb together (our own underground cca that consist of only both of us). we even got our first brigade badge my cheating and pasting our answers on our metal pencil box. we pon and strike together all at the same time. there was this thing that went around: when you see the big one, you’ll see the small one. when you don’t see the small one, you won’t see the big one.
the big one was me and the small one was eilane.
i really totally have no idea why i was in GB. firstly, it was my freakin 4th choice! i never expect myself to get in! let me show you my list of choices:
1. st.john, not because i like uniform group. infact i HATED ALL UNIFORM GROUPS. i put st.john as my first choice cos i had an unhealthy obsession over a stupid, boy-looking prefect.
2. netball, cos half of the pple i know from primary school all choose netball as their CCA. pls la, i can’t even do standing broad jump and i spend all my money on different private clinics to buy permanent MC. obviously i failed netball audition.
3. NPCC. not that i liked it. i just didnt think that i will not get into st.john. so from third choice onwards, i filled in rubbish. plus the first thing they told me when i went to the npcc booth, the uniform’s going to be free. and i thought that was quite enticing.
4. GB. seriously never thought i’ll be in GB for 5 damn years.
i dont remember the next 2. only the first 4 ridiculous choice which i choose all for the wrong reasons.
ridiculously i joined gb, ridiculously i went on strike and “quit” for a few months, ridiculously i was back in gb and ridiculously i graduated with gb4th coy as my sole cca.
at least i’m able to tell the world that i grew up in a girls school for 11 years of my life. i’m proud of it and i have everything about it to miss. just not my CCA.
