Saturday, 7 February 2009

thinking back...

I was reading Bryant's blog about his 'alternative futures' between CJ
and ACJC, drawing a parallel from his post-PSLE times when he was
choosing between ACSI and SJI.

Come to think of it, how did I choose my path, between PSLE and now,
after the 'O' Levels?

Rolling back the clock to 4+ years ago, I tried to apply into NUS High
School Of Mathematics And Science. I was thinking how exciting it
would be to be in a new environment surrounded by teachers and
students who are enthusiastic about the two subjects that interest me.
It was a "Harry Potter and the talking hat" kind of moment for me. I
could go to NUS High where I'll be learning more Math and Science than
anyone else at my age in Singapore, or I could take up a proper 4-year
'O' Level programme. I told myself this thing that may seem foolish to
others, but I call it fate: I'll let the result of this DSA
application be my path-decider. If it passes through, I'm in NUS High.
If it fails, I'll post myself to SAJS. First Choice, no other. Looking
back at that time, my guardians were actually pushing me into other
schools. Cat High, MSHS, VS, Anglican. These schools which ranked
higher than SA. I insisted on my way, and I ended up in SASS.

Zooming into 2006, the chance for a get-away to NUS High again, I
skipped it. You could blame it on my ignorance, or my deliberate mis-
action. Mervyn Wee went to NJC. Sherwyn, his scouts senior who also
happened to know me, advised me on taking that path as well - A "Get
out of SA" card that was hanging there, waiting for me to RSVP. I
turned down this chance, mainly because of two hindrances -

a) Ms Poon, my P6 teacher, reminded me that the 6-year IP programme
are geared more towards more independent learning. Seeing my Sec 2
results, IP may not be suitable for me yet. But aside from that, the 6-
year programme meant I would definitely be remaining in Singapore till
my 'A's. I wanted to leave that option open, just in case.

b) My CCAs. I love my current status in SASS, being on the way towards
leadership positions in both Choir and PA. Heck, I wanted to be a
prefect when I was in Sec 1, but because of the nature of PA, I cannot
be involved in both groups at the same time.

I went on the Upper Sec days with leadership roles in 2 CCAs, Ben Toh
pwning everyone in virtually most of the subjects, and me being close
behind. So close, I managed to emerge top in Sec 3 Final Year based on
the average mark for the L1R5 subjects, in spite of a higher L1R5 than
Ben. That's how close we're talking about. Like Bush-vs-Gore 2000 US
Presidential Elections close.

I guess it was towards the last few months of 2007, when my guardian
started doing something that crossed my parents - They are renting
rooms in their already-cramped house. Just to give an idea, my
guardians stay in a semi-detached house that had 6 bedrooms, 2 of
which were added on by adding partition walls to an empty area at the
back of our house, near the kitchen. The master bedroom is for my
guardians, 1 of their 2 nieces, and myself. Another room was for the
other niece + 1 nephew, and an extra bed. The other four rooms can
take a total of 9 people. Adding the number of people up, we get a max
of 16 people under one roof. That's not the big issue. The big issue
is that these 16 people share 2 toilets. And even if the house is not
packed, it always has a minimum of 11 residents on any given day. My
parents were concerned of the possible hygiene complications that may
arise. They may seem over-reactive, but seeing how many skin problems
I've been having, that concern may be legitimate. My parents gave me 2
options: Either I come up with a plan to move to another place to
reside in, or I go overseas. For some unknown reason, they refused to
let me stay alone in the apartments they own in River Valley or at the
Kim Seng Road area. But I didn't know where to find myself another
guardian, so my parents forcefully insisted on me going overseas.

Had it not been for this one issue, I could be talking to you about my
orientation experience at NJC or SAJC, or even VJC. Heck, maybe even
RJ, if the cut-off didn't drop to an insanely 3 points for both streams.

But in this dimension, I am on my way to Bellerbys College, after
which I shall head to London School of Economics.

I have to admit, I still have cold feet on this whole going to the UK
to do my A Levels idea. I'm not so used to this whole "starting from a
blank page" idea. But then again, what difference would it make if I
were to spend my A Level days in Singapore than in the UK?

Well, for a long time, I thought there was none.

But I managed to find a reason to prove myself wrong.

Yes, there is a benefit of going to the UK to study.

Firstly, Mr Gordon Goh, my Physics teacher, told me that his friend
went to LSE, and he said it was a good school with a conducive
environment. That's a good sign right there that I'm not going on a
wrong path. After all, LSE is #1-2 in Finance / Accounting Degree
Programme in the UK. So that was one source of consolation.

Secondly, I found out that I would be doing my A Levels in June 2010
if I were to go to the UK, and I would go into Uni within 2010 itself.

Comparing to studying in Singapore, I would only finish my As in Nov
2010, and after waiting for the results and all that, I would only be
in the Uni in 2011, right after I actually complete my A Levels. In
other words - I can shave one year off from the number of years I need
before I can get a Degree.

I decided not to do a foundation programme because my parents want me
to graduate with a recognised degree. It's a sad truth, but Indonesian
employers tend to look up to Western Universities more than, to be
blunt and direct about it, NUS. This is in spite of the fact that NUS
has started popping up in global rankings. I tried to convince my
parents, but they refused to listen. Must be far away.

Well, I guess that sums up my reflections on my decisions in terms of
education.

on a totally off-topic note: I'm starting to miss having a bowl of Bak
Chor Mee. With lots of vinegar and soy sauce. And a little bit of liver.

Signs That You & Your Blog Are Both Insignificant

#1: Nobody rants about your typos.
#2: Nobody tags on your tagboard.
#3: Nobody realises that you tried to pull a Palin [i.e.: inject a
publicity blitz]
#4: You are physically ~900km further away from your readers.
#5: Nobody remembers you, your look, and your name.
#6: Nobody writes on your Facebook wall
#7: Nobody sends you tweets on twitter.
#8: Nobody sends you friend requests on Facebook, MySpace, Twitter,
IM, or worse, Friendster.
#9: You start to use weird analogies that cannot be understood without
explanation.
#10: You start making a list of signs that nobody reads your blog /
signs that you are insignificant.

Erm, ok, #8 didn't happen.

In fact, for some strange reason, more and more of my genuine friends
[by that, I mean people that I really know in person, not phony
internet friends who never talk to you and just follow you on twitter
to boost their own numbers] are going on Twitter and adding me!

For those who don't know what Twitter is, it's a micro-blogging site
where you can either send an SMS or use various social networking
apps / web apps [like Twinkle on the iPhone, Friendfeed on
friendfeed.com, etc.] or just use twitter.com to submit a post of no
more than 140 characters per tweet for the world to see. People can
follow you to see what you posted. You can also post tweets directed
at / talking about other tweeter members by adding an @ in front of
their user name. It's become very popular in the US West Coast and the
UK. Seems like the Twitter fever has caught up with the rest of the
world!

Just recently, BenSee, Matthew Lim, and Zul added me. Before them,
Ryan Lee, Paul Lin, and Elliot were already on twitter.

So join the phenomenon!

twitter.com

and add me, whether you know me or not!:
twitter.com/ronfiles

Friday, 6 February 2009

Music Chart for the moment.

Well, I just bought 5 albums since I came back from Singapore, but they aren't new stuff.
What I bought:
  • "David Archuleta" by David Archuleta
  • "Riot!" by Paramore
  • "Folie À Deux" by Fall Out Boy  => I highly recommend this album.
  • "Coco" by Colbie Caillat
  • "Unfold" by Marié Digby

Nonetheless, I shall still find a way to make a music list. With the help of iTunes!

Music chart for the moment.

  1. (Coffee's For Closers) - Fall Out Boy
  2. I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy
  3. My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson
  4. I Hate This Part - The Pussycat Dolls
  5. You Find Me - The Fray
  6. If I Were A Boy - Beyoncé
  7. Decode - Paramore
  8. Absolute - The Fray
  9. Crack The Shutters - Snow Patrol
  10. Take A Bow - Rihanna

Speaking of Rihanna, she's coming for a concert in Jakarta! w00t!

blogger replacements?

Haven't blogged in a while.

Well, nothing interesting has been happening in recent times, so what do you expect?

Ponies?
A Prius?
A dove with messages of peace to the World?
or a blog post?

The answer: none of the above.

Ok, anyway, in case I didn't mention, I am in Jakarta, back from Bali. My 2nd bro bought a 360. The one with the new Jasper GPU, which supposedly doesn't red-ring. We'll see. But yeah, I just realised what kind of a n00b I am in Halo 3. Why?

Sign #1: I can't aim properly with my right joystick. Let along move while shooting at a moving target from near. Let's not talk about the big aliens in thicker armour.
Sign #2: I can never remember which button is to do what. E.g.: Which is for changing the weapon, which is for actually shooting, which is for dual-wielding.
Sign #3: I keep dying. Face it. I'm a n00b.

Well, at least I'm not hopeless. I can play DC vs Mortal Kombat.

Anyway, been chocking up driving hours this week. Let's just say I'm still driving as smoothly as chunky peanut butter  on sandpaper. That's the analogy I posted in my Facebook status. What did I mean? Well, around where I live, the road is quite "textured" with humps and pot-holes [flood-prone area. Not surprising.], so it's a rough road, like a sandpaper is rough. I drive jerkily. I'm the peanut butter. The chunky variety. Why? Well, I have a bad habit of pressing on the gas pretty deeply from a state where the gas is not pressed. This often happens after slowing down or stopping. Well, what can I say? getting used to driving Automatic cars.

Wow, this post is getting quite long.

Oh, I want a girlfriend. So, yeah. There.

Sent from Mail in OS X.
Geez, is this the kind of stuff I must post to get people talking on the tagboard?

Monday, 2 February 2009

Torn off from the pages of Facebook


My Status...

Ronald is in Bali, with sunburns on his arms and shoulders. OUCH! 7:57pm - Comment

The comments...
Raymond Liew at 8:44pm January 31
Too much suntanning?
Ronald Liong at 8:50pm January 31
no. too much time playing with freaking seashells in the sand. There's millions of seashells here. And I tried to collect as much as I could. The retarded things I do... Haiz.
Ernest Quek at 8:51pm January 31
wow! Ronald! Next time you should try collecting all the sand!
Raymond Liew at 8:54pm January 31
That's crazy. There you are, walking around the lovely(i think so) beach while i'm stuck at home till poly starts, with a 50-50 prospect of getting a job i like. Where're you up till on poa now? Depreciation?
Ronald Liong at 12:21am February 2
Oh yah! Ernest reminded me of something I forgot to mention. We went to this area in Bali called Ubud, which had a place famous for a dish called the "Dirty Duck". It's basically duck marinated in lots of spices in a messy manner and then fried, making it look dirty. We ate it. Really delicious. Must Try if you go there. You get to eat this next to a padi field, with a family of ducks on the field watching from far.
Raymond Liew at 1:20am February 2
Really? Wow... this is so going on my "List of places to go with Ernest before i die". But won't it be cruel, eating his own kind?

*GULP*
Ronald Liong at 9:09am February 2
Oh, he's a duck?