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Monday, January 8, 2007

Different Genres Of Writing

Now that I am part of the Write Clique group, I am starting to seriously think about how to improve as a writer and the different genres of writing I can handle. All along for me, I write whatever that comes into my mind. Journals, articles, essays, short stories, even a bit of plays and poems here and there, although my works are never good enough for publication, thus I never dare to show my writings.

While I was growing up, I always have a problem with notebooks. I used them up faster than I could replenish them, and it got to a state that I could not be bothered to replenish and just wrote on loose leaf or foolscap paper. But when the papers were loose, they started flying about, then I realised I had some pages missing here and there, especially for a messy person like me.

Thus, a space for writing had always been my problem. I am so glad that in the modern world of technology, there are blogs to allow anyone to write anything that comes into their minds. This space for writing had always been what I dreamed about. I no longer have to worry about journal books being used up, or loose papers all around. Now I can have my own writing space to do as I please.

Which then got me thinking : just exactly how many genres of writing are there? What constitutes good and bad writing? Does it mean that someone who writes in perfect sentences and flowery vocabulary write better than someone who uses slang and pidgin language? Does someone who brings the message across in five words write better than someone who needs twenty words before people get the message?

I have dabbled in a few genres. Personal recounts, factual recounts, reviews, plays, short stories, poems, movie scripts, reports. In fact, almost all except novels, which I have yet to venture into. But when I see how others can write, I feel ashamed to let others see my own writing. I do not mean my usual blog-writing (because each entry normally goes through a series of proof-reading and editions before being published), but my own creative pieces, which actually are not really that creative.

Sometimes I wonder if established writers themselves have a niche. Do they only specialise in one type of writing or all types? Do they write just short stories, or just novels, or just poems? Do they ever try their hands at the other different genres?

For me, I wish to do all. If I am to write, then I want to write everything. Fiction, non-fiction, short stories, travel articles, general interest articles, women's writing, teens and children's writing, poems, and of course, novels! Being able to publish a novel or a collection of short stories have always been one of my dreams!

Sunday, January 7, 2007

Of Annual Leave ....

Some days ago, there was an article in the newspaper about professionals not utilising their annual leave. Some employees feel that there is just too much work to do that they simply cannot get away. Thus they keep accumulating their leave until it becomes rather hefty.

Actually how is the annual leave policy like anyway? As far as I know, it is under the labour law to give at least seven days leave to employees. But most employees are entitled to fourteen days at least. Some companies allow leave to be accumulated, other companies require employees to utilise all their leave in that year, or else all will be forfeited, and some companies allow the leave to be carried forward up to one year.

It is a good idea for employers to require the employees to use up all the leave, and not carry forward any except on special reasons. In this way at least, employees will then be "forced" to take a break once in a while and recharge. But must it be to such a state, that companies have to compel their staff to go on a break?

Besides, when someone is on leave, it means a total break. Which means he / she wants to get away and have nothing to do with any work matters. So when a person is on leave, the company should not call him / her back or require him / her to work. Personally, if I am to be on leave, I will not entertain any calls or emails. Afterall, if I am to go on a break, how can I go on a peaceful mind if I am still bogged down by work matters?

Maybe I am lazy, but somehow I look forward to when I can take leave. I do not mean I slack at any opportunity, but I do welcome a break once in a while. Then I will do what my parents do - take a few days off at a time and go for a holiday overseas. I do bring my phone along, but only to message my friends back home. I do not entertain any calls when I am overseas.

Thus I find it strange that people are reluctant to take leave. Do they not need a break? What is the use of accumulating through the years? Some people I know have accumulated so much that they have more than a hundred days to clear at one shot. Then what? Take half a year off at once? Hmmm... sounds like a good idea actually, just a pity my company only allows leave accumulation up to a year.

Some companies allow staff to encash their annual leave, ie exchange their leave for cash. I feel it is not a good practice, as it will inculcate in the employees that leave can be exchanged for cash, thus they do not need a break. But of course, like almost any situation, there is always pros and cons.

My mum herself has accumulated lots of leave throughout the year. She used to have eighteen days leave a year, but every year, she would only take the most a week off to bring us for a holiday, and encash part of her leave. When the new century came along, her company changed the policy.

Leave cannot be encashed anymore, and all annual leave has to be utilised within a year or else it will be forfeited. Her annual leave had increased to twenty-eight days ever since the mid-1990s. Due to all the accumulation, she has been clearing her leave vigorously for the past three years, which explains why she can go for a vacation three times a year.

In fact, in 2003, she had six weeks of leave to clear, not including the twenty-eight days she had for that year! In 2004, she utilised her leave for 2003, and last year, she utilised her leave for 2004. Thus, this year, she has fifty-six days to clear, her leave from last year and this year. Wow.... that is quite something! How I wish I can have this many days off!

The Customary Tea Ceremony (And Aftermath)

It had been a busy weekend, running around for my cousin's wedding. Attending a wedding from a more affluent family is really different! The venue, setting, food, activities and atmosphere is just different! Today was the tea ceremony at my cousin's place. Seems like no matter how Westernised people can be, they still adhere to Chinese traditions and customs!

According to tradition, the bride and groom are to serve tea to their elders. Grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, elder siblings. The elders will sit down on a couch (couples will sit next to each other), and the bride and groom will then have to serve tea to them, normally the groom serving the guy and the bride the lady. The elders will then drink the tea as a sign that they accept the new son or daughter-in-law into the family. After drinking the tea, they will give a gift (normally a red packet) to the couple.

After that, the bride and groom will then sit down on the same couch and younger siblings will then have to serve tea to them as a sign of respect and welcoming the new elder brother or sister-in-law. The bridal couple will then give a red packet as a token of appreciation to the tea server. To Chinese, even cousins are considered "siblings", and rendered the same treatment as older and younger siblings.

So anyway, my cousin and her new husband served tea to both my grandmothers, then her parents, then our aunts and uncles, then the elder brother and sister-in-law, then the cousins who are older. After that, they sat down and the younger brother and cousins then served tea to them one by one.

The catch is that the couple can only serve tea to elder siblings or cousins who are married, not singletons. Thus, even though I am older than the bride (but not the groom, even though by rank I am more senior), I was not entitled to accept any tea served by them. The belief is that for an elder unmarried "sister" to witness a younger "sister" getting married ahead of her, it will be bad luck and she may be left on the shelf. My mum said that by right, I was not even allowed to witness the wedding ceremony.

I am not one to uphold tradition so much actually, but for the fact that the aunt helping to give the tea for the couple to serve up, declared to everyone that although I am older, they could not serve tea to me as I am not married. Thus, all "well-wishing" relatives started bombarding me on my current status, which is precisely what I have been trying to avoid all my life!

Now, must she let the whole world know I am well over-age and still unmarried? Does it make any difference to my status, and do people think I feel good being reminded about how old I am getting and still no good news of any sort? But what do people expect of me anyway? Grab someone to marry just because everyone is waiting for my turn? Is it my fault that I have yet to find someone so committed and madly in love with me that he is willing to marry me immediately the moment he set eyes on me?

Do people think I do not feel left out or upset when I see my own younger cousins getting married ahead of me? What can I say except they (the girls) are lucky to find guys committed enough to spend their lives with them, and the guys are committed enough to marry the girls they choose? Who can I blame if I do not have such luck, since so far, most guys I come across have no qualms entering a relationship but when it comes to commitment and marriage, they disappear without a trace?

Thursday, January 4, 2007

My Family Tree ....

I remember my exs and some friends used to tell me that they are very confused over my family structure. I have so many relatives that they find it hard to differentiate who is who. I admit I do come from a big family, but actually once you know my family tree, it is not that hard to differentiate.

I shall start from my dad's family. He is the youngest, with an elder sister and brother. My aunt and uncle were born in China before the war, and my grandma single-handedly brought them, together with her in-laws, and some of my grandfather's relatives, out of China when war struck.

She was helped by her elder brother who brought his own family and their mother out. They all went south to Malaysia. My grandfather was studying at a university in Nanjing at that time. After the war, he managed to trace them and joined them in Malaysia, and that was how my dad came to be born in Johor. My aunt and uncle are thirteen and ten years older than him respectively.

After that, all of them settled in Singapore, where my grand-uncle owned a provision shop, my grandfather helped in keeping the accounts for him, and that was the shop my grandma used to bring me to when she wanted to visit her family, and her niece would always give me biscuits and candy.

My grandmother was educated for people of her time, when girls were not even allowed to go to school and learn to read and write. My grandmother was the only girl in her school, as her mother wanted her to have a good life. She was bullied by the boys, and her elder brother protected her and escorted her to and from school. She studied until what would be secondary one, when her school banned girls from attending school and going to a higher level, and she had to stop schooling. Up to now, she could still read newspapers and write to her relatives in China.

Anyway, my eldest aunt used to teach, and that was how she met my uncle, who later became the principal of one of the top primary schools. They have five children - four daughters and a son. As so typical of Chinese families, especially of the older generation, there must be a son to carry on the family line, thus even though my aunt only wanted two children, her in-laws made her produce a son before she could stop.

My cousins there are all much older than me, ranging from eighteen to ten years older. The eldest is unmarried (not sure if it is by choice) and working as a lecturer. The second one is in an Information Technology Consultancy firm, and married to an eye surgeon. They have three children, two boys and a girl.

The third is a Mathematics and Physics teacher, married to a businessman. They have three children, one girl and two boys. The forth used to be a banker, now a homemaker, married to a remisier. They have two children, one girl and boy. The fifth was a lawyer, then went to work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, now posted to Washington DC as an ambassador. His wife was a lawyer, now a homemaker. They have two children, one boy and girl.

My dad's brother used to own a restaurant. Upon retiring, he sold his restaurant, and is now working as a part-time chef. His wife used to run a small canteen in a school. They have three children, two daughters and a son.

The eldest is a Cathay Pacific stewardess turned trainer. She is based in Hong Kong, and her husband is a computer specialist in Hong Kong. She gave birth to a girl two years back, after nine years of marriage. The second cousin is the one that is working in the prisons department. She divorced some years back, and have custody of her two sons. Their brother is a computer specialist who just got married last year to a marketing manager. Needless to say, they are also quite a lot older than me, ranging from ten to five years.

So that is about done with my dad's side. My mum's side is the more complicated one. My grandmother was the daughter of a village chief. Surprisingly, for people of that era, her parents, especially her father, doted on her, even though she had five elder brothers (all but one died young). So her parents matched her with a guy from a good family to marry.

My grandfather was the second son of a neighbouring village chief. His father was the chief of a few villages, which included the one where my grandmother came from. My grandfather wanted to make his own fortune, so came to Singapore to work as a bus conductor at first. He went back to China to get married at the request of his father, and shortly after that, came to Singapore to work again, leaving my pregnant grandmother.

War came shortly, and my grandfather lost contact with his family. He thought they had perished. My grandmother and her in-laws also thought my grandfather had died. She gave birth to a girl, who later died. Her father-in-law took pity on the young widow and adopted a baby girl for her, who is now almost seventy and living in Hong Kong.

My grandfather remarried again in Singapore after the war. His second wife came from a rather well-to-do family. However, shortly after, he heard that my grandmother was still alive, so he fetched her and his younger brother to Singapore. Needless to say, both my grandmothers are not happy (even now) over this turn of events, but being traditional and considering the circumstances of those times, they agreed to live together amicably under one roof.

My grandfather and his younger brother then went into business together. Within a number of years, they managed to break into China, Hong Kong and Indonesia. My granduncle then went to Indonesia to build up the business, while my grandfather stayed in Singapore and travelled frequently. He died of kidney failure while on a business trip to Hong Kong, and was buried there.

My mum was only two at that time. After that, both my grandmothers split up and lived apart with their respective children. My granduncle continued taking care of the family, while at the same time supporting his own growing family. And since my mum grew up without a father, she took my granduncle as a father figure, which is why she is still so full of respect for him.

My grandmother has four children, two sons and two daughters in alternate order. My mum is the youngest. My eldest uncle had an accident when he was young and became crippled in one leg. So he was sent to Australia to study medicine, and met my aunt there (while she was studying to be a nurse), who came from a rich Chinese family in Kuala Lumpur. They stayed on in Australia and have three boys.

The eldest is in business, married to a Caucasian who is a clinical psychologist, and about to become parents. The second one is a physiotherapist, now studying to be a doctor. He is the one who will be getting married in Malta in July, to a native Maltese. The youngest one is in his final semester at University of New South Wales, doing Environmental and Biomedical Engineering.

My second aunt became a teacher, and married her course mate at the then Teachers' Training College. They have two daughters, the elder one died of an asthmatic attack when she was fourteen, and the younger one just gave birth to a boy. She studied to be an auditor, but is now taking a break to be a full-time mum. Her husband is a computer engineer who is now on scholarship to pursue his PhD locally.

My third uncle took over my grandfather's business in Singapore, which had been in the hands of my granduncle before that. He actually graduated as an engineer. His wife used to be their former neighbour, as her father attended the same school as my granduncle. My aunt was a Mathematics graduate and used to work in a big company. They have five daughters, the eldest died of leukaemia at the age of nine. My aunt resigned from her work because of my cousin's illness, and had never worked since then.

Now the other four girls, two of them have graduated, one from Accountancy and one from Science, and the younger two are in secondary school, under the Integrated Programme, an accelerated study programme where they will go straight to their 'A' levels without even taking their 'O' levels. The eldest girl is now helping her father in his business.

My second grandmother has three children - one son and two daughters. Perhaps because she herself came from a well-to-do family and was educated for people of her time, thus the way she brought up her children was different. She gave them expensive Western education, unlike my illiterate grandmother who sent her children to Chinese schools, although top schools.

Which was why my mum fought to go to the then University of Singapore, which only took in students from English schools, instead of the then Nanyang University, that took in students from Chinese schools. Maybe that is why my relatives from my second grandmother's side are more established in life, as my cousins are all educated in the best schools, be it locally or overseas.

My eldest uncle is a gynaecologist. His wife, also a doctor, is the daughter of a Malaysian Datuk. When they got married, my aunt's father specially gave them a house in District 10 as part of her dowry. They have three children, two sons and a girl (in the middle). The elder son is a remisier who married an architect. Their solemnisation was at Ritz-Carlton two years back, and their wedding dinner was at Fullerton.

The girl is getting married on Saturday, also at Ritz-Carlton. She is a journalist. Her husband will be based in America for five years, which is why they are getting married before leaving. She used to be a national netballer and he a national swimmer (incidentally, it was their photos and article that came out in the newspaper some weeks ago, about national sports players finding love among the sporting circle). The youngest son is now studying in Australia.

My second aunt married a businessman. They have two children, a son and a daughter. The son graduated from America and is now helping my third uncle with his business. The daughter completed her Masters at Harvard University on a government scholarship, and is now working at the Ministry of Defence.

My youngest aunt married a doctor. They have two children, a daughter and a son. The girl went to America on a President's Scholarship and completed her Masters. The boy is almost finishing his army.

So my relatives are all rather established, all graduates with honours. My cousins are all smart, from the top schools, especially those from my second grandmother's side, who not only made it to top schools, but from the Gifted Education stream throughout. In comparison, I am really nothing. Maybe that is why my parents push me so hard so as not to lose out? In this case, I have really let them down big time.

Travelogue

Looking through the photos from the recent trip my family took, I cannot help but feel a sense of envy. No doubt I have travelled a fair bit, but not as much as my parents. I also looked through the photos which my mum took when she went to Egypt a couple of years back. How wonderful to see the pyramids and the Sphinx in real life! Plus Madame Tussaud's and Chicago on Broadway in New York City, not to mention the Statue of Liberty, Niagara Falls, The White House, Liberty Bell at Philadelphia and Harvard University itself!

Come to think of it, when was the first time I went overseas? It must have been when I was still very young. The very first photos I saw of myself overseas was when my parents brought me to Genting Highlands. I was only two years old then, but according to my mum, before that they made a short trip to Jakarta, bringing me along to see my granduncle.

Then from my own photo albums, I saw myself at the beach in Malacca when I was three, Fraser's Hill when I was four, Tokyo and Kyoto (with a few days with my mum's relatives in Hong Kong where they brought me to Ocean Park) when I was six. As far as I can remember, ever since I started school, my parents have been bringing us for vacations almost every holiday!

I remember my parents went to Taiwan when I was eight. At that time, my dad was working at the Singapore office of my granduncle's company, and he needed to go Taiwan for business, so my mum followed him. I did not have the luck to go with them.

Nine years old, and we all went to Lake Toba and Medan. I remember when I was young, up to the age of ten, we used to travel with my extended family. There was once when my relatives from my dad and mum's side actually went on a tour together! I imagine that must have been a real big group! After that, as we grew older, we stopped touring together, except for once or twice when all of us wanted to get away at the same time.

Ten years old, and we went to Genting Highlands again. I could hardly remember what it was like from the last time I went. Eleven, my first trip to Sydney! I had a wonderful two weeks! We went there for Christmas, and came back just before the New Year. My cousins brought me around, we went to Bondi Beach, Sydney Opera House, Aquarium, Darling Harbour and The Rocks, took a day trip to Canberra to see the Parliament House, and the Science Centre. The rest of the vacation was spent helping my uncle tend the garden, walking around the streets, helping my aunt bake and cook, and interacting with my cousins. That was one of the best and most memorable vacation I ever had!

Twelve years old, we went to Cameron Highlands with my aunt's family. I only remembered the winding road up the mountain. Plus we took a train from Singapore to Malaysia, a loud, jerky train. Needless to say, I ended up with motion sickness during that trip. However coincidentally, I met a few school mates on the same trip as me.

Thirteen years old, and we went to Penang. I only remember the good food there. We had sumptuous buffet after buffet. I cannot remember if I took Penang Laksa though. Fourteen, and we went to Phuket. A sweltering place to go. The sun bore down on us, and although the beach was nice, it was so hot everywhere!

Fifteen I was not allowed to go anywhere due to the preparation of the 'O' levels. My parents went to Central Europe though, as my dad got his Masters degree that year and they had to go to England for the convocation. Then they toured England (they specially took a photo of Anne Hathaway's cottage at Stratford-upon-Avon just for me!), Scotland, France, Netherlands, Germany and Switzerland.

The following year, my parents made it up by bringing us to Genting Highlands (again!). The year I was seventeen, we took a trip to Fraser's Hill. My mum's company used to have a bungalow there, those cosy colonial type of bungalows, but now it had been torn down, so we went there before it was gone.

End of that year, my family went to Malacca. I was with my first ex and he did not want me to go along, as he preferred I go to his church camp instead. Then when I was eighteen, I had the best vacation of my life!

We went to the West Coast of America! I got to see Los Angeles, Universal Studios, Disneyland, Hollywood, Beverly Hills, went to Las Vegas, Grand Canyon at Arizona (a spectacular sight! It really took my breath away!), en route from Hoover Dam, then we went back up to San Francisco, where we explored the uphill and downhill streets, Chinatown, Fisherman's Wharf, Golden Gate Bridge (why is it red in colour then?), went past Alcatraz and up to Yosemite Park.

It was a really good vacation! End of that year, my Australian cousins came, and we brought them up to Kuala Lumpur and Malacca. My mum's company also had a chalet in Malacca (as well as Sentosa), but now they have all made way for redevelopment, so that time we went to Malacca and stayed there for the last time before the chalets were gone.

Somehow, the older I get, the further we went. Perhaps my parents could afford more now, and also my mum could take more annual leave as compared to previous years. So she has been taking vacations three times a year for the past three years or so, each time would be away for more than a week.

Nineteen years old, and we went to Bangkok and Pattaya. Again the beach area, with my aunt's family. I tried hand-gliding at the Pattaya beach! So cool! Then we went shopping at the famous market in Bangkok (which I cannot recall the long Thai name).

Twenty years old I had a vacation job so missed out on a trip to Beijing with my family. Twenty-one, we went to Perth to check out the school which my parents sent my brother to. Twenty-two years old, we went to South Korea. We explored Seoul, Pusan and Cheju Island. It was autumn and the leaves were just turning red, a very beautiful sight. A pity it was not winter, otherwise could try my hand at skiing! And also, what a pity I went before "Winter Sonata" came out, otherwise we could then go on the Winter Sonata tour!

Twenty-three, I was settling in my career, so did not go anywhere, except the short trip I took to Bintan with my best friend and second ex. Twenty-four, we went to Sydney again, this time to attend my cousin's wedding. A Western wedding is really different! It is simple, yet classy and elegant. Of all the weddings I have attended, somehow this is one wedding that stuck in my mind, perhaps it was so different from the typical Chinese over-hyped celebration.

Twenty-five and twenty-six, we did not manage to go anywhere due to my work schedule, although my parents toured around Eastern Europe (Germany, Hungary, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Croatia, Slovenia and Romania) and Egypt. The year I was twenty-seven, I made two trips - Chiang Mai at the beginning of the year, and Melbourne and Tasmania at the end of the year. Last year, I went to Hokkaido. This year, I am eyeing the Malta and Spain trip around the middle of the year.

So there, shall I say I am well-travelled? Not really, since I have not gone to every part of the world as yet. But I should say I am rather fortunate, as my parents both love travelling, and this is something I inherited from them. My mum's dream is to set foot in every part of the world before she dies, and so do I!

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Photography ....

My mum finally had the photos from their recent trip developed. They do not like intensive photo-taking, unlike me, so for a ten-day or so trip, they took only about a hundred photos, which is little, considering the three hundred plus photos I took during our eight-day Australian trip in December 2005 (where we went to Melbourne and Tasmania), and the five hundred plus photos I took during the seven-day Hokkaido trip last July.

As I was glancing through their photos, I saw the places I always wanted to go, and they were really beyond my dreams! If the places look so nice in a photo, it will be even better in real life! How I wish I can go there one day, snap all the nice pictures and compile them in my album!

That is why I like to take photos, because it is true that pictures speak a thousand words. When I was young, we always had big gatherings with my relatives, especially when any of our out-of-town relatives were here to visit. We would then bring them to Sentosa, or the Zoo, or the Bird Park, or the now defunct Haw Par Villa, or just general wandering around. My dad would then take pictures, and sometimes we would make funny faces.

My interest in photography developed only when I was around eleven or twelve. That year, my elder cousin got a camera for her birthday, and she could start taking pictures of everyone. So I too badgered my parents for a camera. They refused of course, but each time when we took photos, I would always ask to be the photographer.

When we went on vacation, our parents used the old film camera, and always took along a limited supply of film, so we had to limit our photo-taking in case the film ran out. This was a letdown, because there are just so many beautiful sceneries to take in the various different countries.

The first film camera I got was an Olympus. It was supposed to be a gift for my second ex when he finished his training at the airline, but we shared the camera. He took it overseas with him and snapped nice pictures for me, and I took it when I went overseas and snapped nice pictures too.

Because we had a camera, we took pictures everywhere we went. Our trip to the zoo, to Sentosa, our friends' places, even when he went with me to clean up my university hostel, we took pictures in the grounds and the room, our Bintan trip, even in the train when the new (at that time) black trains first started being in use.

Then I saw the limitations of a film camera in this digital age. Without a scanner, I was not able to email photos to my friends. Even with a scanner, I had to go through the hassle of developing the photos, scanning, resizing, and converting before the photo(s) could be sent out through email.

So I bought a digital camera. A digital camera lets me take as many photos as I want. There is a limit of course, as I only have a 256 MB card, but that is enough to let me take 940 photos with a good resolution. I do not think I will ever use up all 940 photos.

And that was when I really started to take photographs intensively. I did not bring the camera everywhere I went, but at least in various events like performances, parties, functions, travelling and outings, I could take to my heart's content. My camera would snap away, candid shots, pose shots, sceneries, memories.

Photo-taking is really very fun. I do envy those professional photographers of National Geographic Magazine. The photos are so amazing and life-like! But they are trained and I am not, so it is enough that my parents say the photos I took are very good. And for that I feel proud and honoured.

Commonwealth Short Story Writing Competition

The Commonwealth Short Story Writing Competition 2006 is up! The deadline is mid-May. I do have some skeletons of a short story coming up, ideas which I thought of recently, but have never been materialised. If I am able to formulate a good enough story, perhaps I will take part, but then the few short stories I have written were not that good in the first place.

I first knew about this competition way back in secondary school. I had a British contract teacher as my English Language and Literature teacher. He happened to be the Head of Department for English. In order to let us unlease our creativity and improve our essay writing, he introduced a few writing competitions in his native country, the school-wide project being the Commonwealth Short Story Writing Competition.

Ten stories would be chosen from each class, but only fifteen per level would be entered into the competition. My story was one of those chosen from the class, but when pitted against the whole school, mine was not selected. :-(

A couple of years later, I tried entering again through my school, but again, it was not selected for entry. However, my teacher took the short story I submitted and entered it into the Singapore Press Holdings Short Story Writing Competition for Students. I felt flattered and proud, but I did not win anything.

So now I am trying means and ways to improve my writing. Hopefully I can see one of my articles in print for once! Afterall, that is the dream of almost every amateur writer!

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

My New Nephew

My elder cousin finally gave birth today! The first new generation of my mum's side. Needless to say, my grandma was ecstatic! Wonder how much more excited she will feel when my Australian cousin becomes a father next month. She was hospitalised yesterday, but the baby did not come out until today, so his birthday would be the second of January, instead of New Year's Day itself, which would be more special.

We went to the hospital yesterday, and I carried the baby boy! He is so tiny, and fragile! I used to carry my brothers, but that was so long ago, and even then, I was not allowed to carry them as newborns, only when they were a few months older. I carried my niece though (my cousin's daughter from my dad's side), but even then she was already two weeks old.

My new nephew was not even a day old when I carried him! Obviously my cousin looked worried, but my mum assured her she would supervise. My mum could carry the infant with just one arm! I wonder how she did that, considering I was so scared even while carrying the infant with two arms!

I fell in love with the baby the moment I laid eyes on him. He was sleeping so soundly, he looked so red, and I feel just as excited as the new parents. My cousin looked pretty well for someone who had just given birth (according to my mum at least; I will not be able to tell personally). I was so reluctant to give the baby back to his grandmother, but he was going to cry and needed to be fed.

I was so excited over the baby, yet why, when I left the hospital, I had such mixed feelings?

New Year's Gathering / Outing

New Year's Day and my family had a steamboat lunch. Afterwhich, we went to the zoo and Night Safari, so as to bring our guest around. It had been so long since I last went to the zoo, ever since the last semester of university where my second ex and I went there to spend the day before my school started again.

The zoo had many changes since then. Instead of just an enclosure for animals on display, there is education, awareness and the message of recycling, all in the theme of a tropical rainforest, in order to keep the natural habitat of the animals intact and ensure their survival.

We entered the zoo and saw a few elephant statues on display. They look so life-like that they remind me of the elephant farm I went to in Chiang Mai (Thailand). After entering, there was a display on the care and conservation of polar bears, after which we went by the parrots and python display, before entering the Treetops Trail.

Elephant statues at the entrance of the zoo

The big python on display

Parakeets on display

The lone parakeet

The Treetops Trail is a section of the zoo where there are man-made swamps with trees full of siamangs, rodents and crocodiles in the swamps.

The little rodent in Treetops Trail

One of the crocodiles basking in the swamp of Treetops Trail

After coming out of the Treetops Trail, we went past the otters, where they were having afternoon naps.

The sleeping otters

How can we miss the orang utans, the icons of our zoo? Just a pity we did not manage to see the mascot, Ah Meng, the grand matriarch of the orang utans.

Orang utan swinging from a tree

We went around the zoo and saw the other animals on display.

Goral (a type of deer or goat)

Pink flamingos

After that, we went by to watch the polar bear feeding and comentary. There are only two polar bears left, a mother and a son. The mother is already almost thirty years old, and the son is sixteen, the only polar bear to be born in the Tropics (or so it was claimed). Unfortunately, the climate here is not that suitable for polar bears, even in their air-conditioned enclosure. Thus, once the mother bear passes on, the son will then be sent to Europe, where the temperate climate is more suitable for its well-being and growth.

The 2 polar bears - Mother and Son

The son

The mother bear

Guanaco (eating grass)

Maned wolf sleeping (reminds me of my dog)

Single hump camel

Nilghai (another type of goat)

Sunbear

Baby sunbear fighting

The black and white tapir (camouflaged very well)

The rare white tiger

Babirusa (wild boar)

Next, into the Australian Outback, where animals native to Ozland are found.

Emu

Kangaroos and Joeys

Close-up of a kangaroo

This looks like a turkey to me

Next to the Australian Outback, there is a section on an Ethiopian rainforest, where the Hamadryas Baboons and animals native to the Great Rift Valley of Ethiopia are found.

Entrance of the enclosure to the baboons

Some kind of mountain goat (found in the baboon enclosure)

Skull of a baboon (really similar to humans)

A little mole (of sorts) in the baboon enclosure

A family of baboons

A mother baboon and her young

Red-assed monkey?

Out of Ethiopia and into tropical forest land!

Red-beaked cranes

A little mongoose

Off to see the Elephants of Asia!

An elephant skull (actual size)

An elephant tusk (actual size)

Baby elephants

See the elephant reaching for its food!

An elephant ride (although we did not go due to the long queue)

Once out of the elephant enclosures, we went to the "Antarctica", where cold water animals live.

A white pelican

A sealion

A manatee in the water

Jackass Penguins swimming away

Out of the cold water, into primate kingdom!

Peacock strutting around

Close-up of a Chimpanzee

A little mousedeer passing by

Next stop - into Cat Country!

A sleeping Jaguar

A puma

The King of the jungle, with his wife (or is it mistress?)

Out where the cats live and into the grasslands of Wild Africa!

A young giraffe

A Nyala

A hyena lurking in the background

Our striped friend eating hay

An Eland

The white Rhino (some say it looks diseased)

This goat seems to be staying with the rhinos

After this, it was out of the zoo. Since we were still early for the Night Safari, we went for dinner on the zoo premises, before making our way down the street into the Night Safari. Unfortunately, the nocturnal animals are very sensitive to light, thus I was not allowed any flash phtography, and since without any flash photography only darkness could be taken, I did not manage to take many pictures at the Night Safari.

The entrance of the Night Safari (with its infamous logo)

A setting in the Night Safari in the shape of a little tribal house

Since our feet were sore from walking around the zoo during the daytime, we decided to take a tram around the Night Safari. The tram ride was pretty comprehensive, and covered almost every part of the enclosure, so we managed to see most of the animals, except the Cheetah, which was found in the enclosure on the walking trail. But since we did not have much time left before the animal show, we just took the tram ride around and queued for the show.

Part of the amphitheatre where the animal show is held

All in all, it had been a fulfiling and fun day! What a way to start the year! Hopefully the rest of the year will go by just as fulfiling and fun!
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