The Marist Spirit

The 4k CMI batch.(cannot make it)



A WWF session in process.





The 2I parang gang.

Harry boy may not have even gone through a quarter of his life yet but he knows that a certain four years (unfortunately, in his case five) would hold some of the best memories he will have during his life.

I could still vividly remember the reason i went to the school(Maris Stella High) in the first place, reason being that my father insisted that he was in a boys school(VS) thus i should follow in his example and enter a boys school as well. The other reason being told to me was that the absence of the opposite sex would enable greater concentration with my studies on my part(sadly that did not materialize). What did he think his son was, some hard core chee kor pei.............The school was quite a distance away from my Bukit Batok hometown hence travelling was quite a hassle espically after school where i had to take the public transport during the much dreaded school dimissal hours.

I've learn so much during the years spent there, there was never a dull moment. There were the slight skirmishes we had with boys from other schools, the stupid WWF sessions i got into, the numerous heated debates i had with my caucasian teacher(losing in most cases unfortunately), the hounding sounds of wolves produced when my classmates and i see some sweet young things in our school, the kicking of the lower secondary students soccer ball to the cemetary opposite our school.... and many others.

The most memorable incident i experience was the one with my english teacher Mr Christoper James Turdy who hails from the city of Auckland in New Zealand. He was an exceptional english teacher and to-date i would fairly said that he is one of the best educators i worked with. However, he is a relatively eccentric person and one incident in which he insulted the dignity of our parents made me scream my guts out at him nearly resulting in a David verses Goliath battle which lucky did not took place as he was rumoured to be an ex-professional boxer.

The defination of a Marist ... a gentlement, a scholar, a sportsmen.....

Am i a gentlemen ?....well i'm always trying my best to be one

Am i a scholar?.......no and never, at least not in this life(studying is never my cup of tea)

Am i a sportsman.....ok for this point maybe i'm one

Coming from an all guys environment definately has its perks as we would be able to do things that will never take place if a female is around...... the stupid nonsense we did daily still vividly lives in my mind.

Living on , forever with the marist spirit embedded in my heart

marist moto>dilligence, determination, loyalty and dedication, courage

The marist creed:

I am marist stella

my conduct is guided by

respect for god and country

respect for siblings, peers and juniors

respect for self

and respect for property

In all that i say or do

i bear in mind that it affects or influences others directly or indirectly

Lastly i find that anything worth doing should be done well and cheerfully.

GI JOE

Process of the torture....



The aftermath.......

Yesterday i decided to have a hair cut at 11pm and i did...For you guys who not know which saloon i have my hair styled at, it is located at 4 Shamah Terrace, singapore 597556...... which is of course my own home.

The barber is non other than my beloved sister(yucks yucks). Since i entered poly, she is the one who has been trimming my hair and so called styling it. The service is relatively good since i can have it done any time of the day but most importantly it is free. The reason why i've stopped going to a barber outside is because of the ridiculous speed in which my hair grows and thus it would definately burn a hole in my already burnt pockets.

The way i want my hair cut is simple... short and neat... this is so as i am never a fan of fanciful hair styles, hair waxes, hair foams or whatever shit you guys spread over the grass patches growing above your heads.

Therefore the theme of my hair style is always " free and easy" as i tell my sis... meaning she can do any thing she wants to my hair provided it is short, neat and presentable. Normally my sis only uses a pair of thinning scissors to cut my hair.However, weeks earlier my mum had bought a hair shaver(the kind which army barbers use) or whatever you call it thus she had a new weapon to play with. "OPPs harry" "SORRY harry" these are the two phrases that was most commonly heard during the daunting process yesterday as she was totally unfamilar with the use of her new found toy.... thus instead of just slight trimming i ended up having a GI joe type hair style......

A Bloody encounter....

The great saviour enduring terrible pain (tryin to act tough)

A week ago a few of my mates and i decided to donate our precious body fluids to the blood bank which was having some sort of campaign at our school. Actually, i wasn't the least interested in the task but since my friend jarrell was donating, i decided to join him together with LY who was the one who persuated him to join her.

At the convention centre where the blood bank was being based, i read through several posters decribing the different blood types and how they are in relations to our ancestory.

My conclusion:For type O, this is the oldest type of blood known to man kind linking back to the prehistoric times where dinosaurs abound. For people with this blood type, your great great great grand uncle probably got chased around by king kong and flintstone may be your distant relative.

For type AB, this is the blood that was recently discovered around 500 years ago, scientist are still researching on the ancestral origins of this blood as it is the most uncommon type of blood avalible in the world.My conclusion of people with this blood type, their ancesters probably mated with ET when he landed on earth.

For type A, this blood has its orgin traced to central asia and European nations, thus we may be the decendants of kublai khan and are of the warrior class with pure ayran blood.....haha.. ..

Anyway back to the main agenda, we had to go through a series of test and had to fill up some particulars to make sure we as virgin blood donators are suitable candidates.In the process of doing so, joker no. 1 mr jarrell suddenly told me that he was on medication and can't donate, next joker no. 2 miss LY had iron deficiency in her blood.Hence, yours truly who was there just to make up the numbers had to go through the valley of death by his own self. Harry is no rambo hero... however i dare say they he is no mousy coward either. When the nurse tried to find the vein to suck the life out of him in his left arm, she encounter some difficulties and so said:" er boy, kannot find your vein le... still wan to donate use other arm anot?". At that point, i was quite apprehensive on whether to continue or just give up, but i though since three of my class girls went through this yesterday i as a guy should lead by example and soldier on. Besides, there were so many females donating and for me to just back out like that would be a total disgrace.

Before i knew it, the process was almost done but jarrell kept telling me that they were stealing my blood as my packet of blood seem bigger then the others which made me quite worried for a while.

I at the end of the day felt pround that my bodily fluids will be put to good use and may make a difference between whether someone lives or says tata to the world. My conclusion is that the process of donating blood is relatively painless and i encourage all suitable candidates to donate blood a least once in a life time to experience the process. As they say, we all only live once and if there is an opportunity to try new things.... why not... especically when it is free...haha

A glance into the future

My classmates with our lecturers



Yours truly trying his best to act cute.

Yesterday, i went for a study/field trip to the main logistics hub of DHL located besides changi airport.

Enroute to reaching our destination, we pass by hendon camp home of the commandoes and the saf ferry terminal. Whenever i pass by any army camps or even see people in their army no. 4, i would feel an rush of adrenaline as if i can't wait to join the army and serve my country with honor and glory. At one stage, i even considered signing on an army diploma scholarship which would guarantee me a monthly income of over 1k even before my army career even begins which i found extremely appealing.However, after much considerations and lisitening to the first hand stories by my friends who are serving the nation, i decided not to as the saf did an exellent job in their advertising campaign and it is a fact that whenever young innocent teenagers look at televison advertisement of saf soldiers in action, they are in an air condition room maybe drinking pepsi and munching on nachos but being in the bloody jungle is an entirely different thing.Imagine the fatigue you are feeling after days of trekking and you have to soldier and push on to acheive your objectives no matter how much pain you are in as you have to answer to your superiors and your men are all looking up to you. I seriously would not be able to take this kind of streneous mental stress. Besides, how can i choose my career so blindly when i have not even experience the life in the army yet.Maybe after serving my nation then would i be able to fairly judge whether a career in the military is suitable for me.

Now back to the main topic, the DHL logistics hub is where the products are sorted out then shipped out by air,sea or land all over the asia pacific region. During the tour inside, i saw how the real working world is like and it is indeed a no nosense society unlike all the fun, rubblish and cock i am having during my poly days.I can't imagine myself entering the working world as i'm a happy-go- lucky- guy who simple hates paper work. To be able to succeed in the working society one would need both IQ and EQ to survive.Communication wise(EQ) i find i'm still relatively ok but where (IQ)application of my skills i learnt is concern, i am in for a big disaster as i'm the type who hates doing tutorials but enjoy doing projects aspecially presenting them in front of an audience. This is so as i always find a sense of satisfaction whenever i'm able to convey my message across successfully.

OKOK..... Mr mao's aims in life now
1)complete my diploma with the highest GPA possible
2)try to experience anything i feel like doing with a i can do it attitude
3)most importantly try to wake up for school on time and cut down on cabbing
4)be happy

Mao's first career

I was once a proffessional soccer youth team player....haha(proffesional) well i was being paid for my services so it is quite right to call myself a proffesional right?hehe

My club Gombak United FC is an Sleague team and during a period of time i was in their centre of exellence under -18 team. I till today am proud of this as i find it is quite an accomplishment to get into an Sleague youth team as Singapore though small have many beckham and ronaldo wanna Bs around. Thus, trials for these youth teams are usually packed with hundreds and hundreds of aspiring youngters who are so eager to prove themselves.

To be frank, i have went for numerous trials, at numerous clubs, facing numerous dissapointments before being given a chance in which i am extremely grateful for.

Let me think ...hmm..... geylang fc, tanjong pagar fc, woodlands fc...these are the clubs in which i went and was rejected or told i wasn't good enough.However i read in many articles that many soccer superstars were once rejected or told that they did not have the approperate talent or physique to survive in the world of soccer but through sheer perseverance and determination not only go on to build a career in football but become world class stars.

The same goes for me... ok i'm definately not a soccer star.... but at least i fufill but childhood ambition of playing for a proffesional team.

I still remember the day i went for the trials which was being held at yishun stadium. For guys who have not been to soccer trials this is how it works....the players are split into groups depending on whish position they play in....later one player from each position is taken and a team is thus form.These teams would then play against each other while the coaches and staff look out if they see any potential targets.Till these day, i still do not know why i was selected.I was a defensive midfielder...however my physique was exactly opposite of how an idea defensive midfielder should be. He should be tall to win arial duals> i was short.........he should be muscular> i was petite and scrawny looking........ he should have a calm and analytical mind> i was a kan chong spider and plain dumb( hahaha like this where got chance i though to myself).

When he first selected me i was a little shocked as i find that i did not do anything outstanding to prove myself in one way or the other. May be he saw that i had a never say die attitude on the field i told myself.Later on, he called me up to play as a centre back as he wanted to see me in action again.... i was like OMG ...WTF........END RESULT.....haha......ye ye your right i made a complete fool of myself...... lost almost all the arial duals( can't blame me the striker was at least 1.8)opposition wingers ran past me as if i didn't exist..... my fellow centre back was screaming his head out and cursing and swearing at me.....however i still got selected( maybe the coach is gay )

Training was tough in the club, we train from mondays to fridays and have a game every saturday.....this means six days of running, running and more running a week but i enjoyed every single bit of it as soccer was my passion then even though that meant i neglected my studies because as a result.

For guys who have not play a real 11 aside soccer game... i have to tell you ...it is not as easy as it seems. Thus whenever i watch matches at the national stadium with friends and hear people cursing at the players for their mistakes... i feel like asking them to replace the player and show me how it's done instead. This is so as playing an actual match is completely different from the kick abouts we have with our friends where we could try funny tricks and still go past defenders. If you try that in an actual game... you would get a big kick in your fat ass man.....haha

So people... next time before you curse a player for the mistake he made...think again.....would you be able to do better ... if so go ahead let the vugarities stream out....if not then please do not curse or swear at him...thanks alot

Try to live with no regrets,

Experience new things whenever possible,

Most importantly be happy......... soldiering on....MR MAO

"TOUCH me and you've to marry me" she says

What a Girl MAN..... What a GIRL

A few weeks ago, i went with my sis for a trekking trip to Lata Berumbun in Malaysia and that was when i think i met the girl of my life.

Basically, she is one hell of an entertainer and kept on acusing me of peeking at her as well as entertaining us with her silly yet interesting antics and jokes.......when she informed us that she was under a scholarship from NIE training to become a teacher... i was like.... wat the hell ..... shouldn't she be the head of a monkey troupe in the moscow circus instead.....

In life, it is always a plus to have a crazy friend like miss xxx above to keep you occupied ,entertained.......the problem is that they are of a rare breed... almost extinct... hope you can find yours... haha

Miss xxx feeling shy... for Once

Screwed up a little

harry: 6 yrs primary, 4+1 secondary, 2+ 1 tertiary

harry's friends: 6 yrs primary, 4 secondary, 2 tertiary

Basically in my life so far i have relatively no regrets and i am quite happy with my present lifestyle,........live in a landed property house( hey not trying to show off hor ...... hehe) , have a closely knitted family, have experience the cultures of many different countries at my age, have groups of close friends......... blah blah blah. On a whole i am quite contented with my life so far except for one matter.
I'm a little behind Schedule ...... you see harry is from maris stella high school where there is only special and express streams hence almost all of the students are expected to go to junior colleges then to university. However, every year there are some jokers like harry who end up screwing up his studies by playing too much and repeating a year, thus he is left behind by his friends....when in secondary 4 and those who previously screwed up began studying like bloody nerds..... this joker went to join an S league centre of excellence under- 18 team and thus train 6 days a week.... end result... flopped his Os.... i can still vividly remember those memeries when i actually aimed to enter NJC... FAT CHANCE smart ass..... now those friends of mine are in the army and all have a place in either NTU or NUS while I'm still slogging my guts out for a diploma. They entered the army when their 19.. me 21.... 2 god dam years of my youth wasted...... my overall conclusion.... the wrong sperm met the wrong egg which led to a wrong chemical reaction..... you see my sis is doing very well ...
PSLE 255.....O levels 8A1 1A2......A level 4 As plus 2 S papers.....graduted with first class honours

'I have always thought.. if only i"ve study harder... if only i did not pick up soccer...if only another sperm won the race...... if only another egg drop out instead....... would it make a diff.erence.....maybe yes maybe no.

If any of the above happen...... i will not be here right now but with my buddies in the army.... maybe charging up an enermy bunker, rappelling down from a helicopter or maybe even parachuting into the jungles of thailand... who knows...

Anyway there is no point crying over spilt milk and the regrets in ones life.....
soldiering on with life..... mr harry cheong