seoul garden...

Why is Seoul Garden called Seoul Garden? Have you ever wondered about that? I have been wondering since I had some Seoul Garden on Monday.

Firstly, why Seoul Garden? Is it really from Seoul? I think it is, they have a lot of barbecued stuff over there. Every time I watch something about South Korea food, they seem to be barbecuing. Every time.

But what’s with the garden? Hardly anyone goes there to eat something found in a garden. I’m referring to vegetables, not worms. Most people go to eat meat, lots of meat. I’m not saying that there is nothing else to eat, but really when you go to Seoul Garden, you eat meat. So maybe the name should have been Seoul Meat Farm. The name should reflect the kind of stuff they sell.

Then maybe since it was started by real South Koreans (like there are fake South Koreans), and they might have just learnt English and not have been great at it. So while they might have tried to indicate a connection to their home land, they might have tried to imply that the meat is so so good that it’s actually SOUL food. And Soul Garden seems to make more sense than Seoul Garden. A garden for the soul is so much better than a garden the size of Seoul. Imagine the number of gardeners you will have to employ.

So in the end, Seoul Garden might just as well be known as Soul Meat Farm. The place you go to enjoy lovely meat that would enrich your soul rather than enrich the pockets of Seoul.

graduated...

Done graduating. Need I say more?

Now waiting for the hurricane of photographs to hit facebook.

onion of love...

I read a poem about love today from one of the Lit teachers. In the poem, it compared love to an onion. While I had initially thought that an onion was a weird analogy, now that time has passed and thought has been put into motion, I'm going to suggest how love can be like an onion.

Firstly, love is like an onion because onions are layered. Like knowing a person, there are layers on the outside that protect the layers on the insides. Also like the layers of an onion, the outside layer may be dirty but inside, it is clean, protected.

Secondly, an onion is like love because it adds spice to life. As any cook can tell you, onions add flavour to a dish as any love relationship can add flavour to life.

Thirdly, both the onion and love contain life. A well taken care of onion and relationship will sprout into life.

Lastly, onions are like love as they make you cry. Like any relationship, it can make you cry, if you cannot shed tears over your relationship, then is there anything worth treasuring in the first place?

So these are the reasons why love is like onions.

youth day...

So after six years of sulking because I'm not enjoying Youth Day at home, I'm finally not working on Youth Day today. Rocks to be a teacher I tell you. So since I didn't have to go work today, not that I really consider going to school working, I went to play badminton. Then went for Seoul Garden, and spent the rest of the day smelling like barbecued meat. I think I can still vaguely smell it... somehow...

Anyway, for reasons unknown, the blog seem to have been regulated to a sort of diary. I wonder where the more interesting stuff have gone.

sign of age...

One of the signs of age is that I can no longer eat as much as I like and not feel bloated to the point of death.

haha...

Maybe it's a good thing.

excitement...

It was quite a crazy 2 weeks. Started 2 weeks ago with army from Monday till Wednesday. Officer's planning retreat from Friday to Saturday. Saturday morning was a rush to MO*E to sign the teacher agreement, then back to the retreat. This week was NI*E admin week. Spent Monday, Wednesday to Friday at N*IE. Yesterday was Family Day, Sentosa. Then sent Jun*hao off at night. It was a crazy 2 weeks.

After a day resting, slept for about 2 hours, I feel better.

Actually, after finishing the proposal for HQ, I feel WAY better. Haha, I know some of them read this. But really, finishing the thing really freed up so time. I hope I can siam more things. Need to find something to increase my evasion skills.

Okie, tomorrow, school at New Tow*n starts. I'm excited. I had a talk with She*ow En about it today at lunch. I think he made a good point about how I should have tried to get into Fa*irfield. Each school is different. Even though New T*own might be a good experience, it would not help me in learning how to best teach in Fairfi*eld. But it's too late. I'm going tomorrow.

I hope I can blog about something good tomorrow.

tired...

I'm tired. I think there are seriously way too many things going on. There's not enough time for everything. It has only been the first week of "work" and I'm wondering how I'm going to be able to do all these things. So I've been offloading things I can offload and dragging stuff that I cannot.

There's basically hasn't been enough alone time. I need some solitude.

spot the mistake...

See if you can spot the mistake.

I was bored waiting in a post office and this was nearby.

Well, have you got an answer? If you picked the word "use", you're right!


It should in in past tense, "used".

why???

I always wonder why some people buy their food before they have a place to sit to eat. Then they carry their tray and wander in a crowded food court hoping to get a seat.

Miracles don't happen everyday.

medics...

Something happened today at army that quite disgusted me. I was watching another medic from another unit practice how to use the AED. It's an automated electronic defibrillator. It delivers an electric shock that helps correct irregular heartbeats.

I watched that guy helplessly answer all the questions wrongly and wondered how he ever passed his course. Which brings up the question of how 11 weeks of training can ever be enough to equip a medic to be responsible for the lives of so many men. While I cannot always say that I know everything there is to know, at least I know my basics. This guy was giving random answers hoping they were right. I was disgusted.

I'm so glad that this guy is not my medic. I would have had a heart attack knowing that my life was not in good hands. Maybe that's another reason they introduced the AED. But the, that's the catch-22, if the people who are suppose to use them don't know how, then what's the use of the equipment.