Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Woman of Power & Character

She's most probably the reason why I become cynical of females who have weak mentality. I can't really stand those girls who complain & whine @ the slightest activities that require the use of physical strength; or having to be put under strenuous tests. But this one woman can do all what men can do - she even surpasses some men , against all odds.

During Primary school, she frequented the Principal's office & her parents earned upteem "free" coffee treats from the kind Principal. Guys ran away once they heard her name, "Da Jie Da Lai Le! Gin Zhao!". No girls had the chance to touch her once during fights & boys cried when she stared at them. This is her when she was young & she was notorious for being the rebellious girl who dared to argue with any teacher once she felt unhappy about something - anything. Relatives shunned her because they thought she was "pai kia" & many labels were put on her. Hard childhood she had.

Today she had earned a place in NTU, an achievement no one had ever harboured, including myself (guilty). To many people, getting into a University is perhaps a smooth sailing journey or even a piece of cake. For her case, I feel its like Singapore getting into World Cup - possible but difficult. Its no easy feat given where she started from. She was from EM3 & her PSLE results was 107. I was heads above her in my academic achievement when we were young, but she had dwarfed over me since secondary school.

In Queensway Secondary, she met a caring teacher who transformed & influenced her & her achievement improved by leaps & bounds. She was top 5% in N Levels, got into Balestier ITE, got top 5%, then Dover ITE top 5% again. Then in Ngee Ann Poly, she was 6th in her level. Her distinctions were more than the goals I scored against Clarence. Well, she's not only good in her studies woh.

She fixes any appliances that's gone gaga @ home; handles all the household chores; can whip a meal any men would crave for. Simply say, men are not needed if she's around. She has such thoughtfulness that no words are needed for her to understand you, & good timings she has in giving a word of consolation. She has never lost in badminton tournaments before; never got 2nd b4 in Athletic Meets; was always being made the captain of any competitions and many schools poached her to join them. Her name in any competition lineup simply froze her opponents. Im not exaggerating yea, she's this good. I picked up soccer from her by the way. Ive never beaten her in badminton & basketball as yet.

This woman of great capability & character would impress & marvel anyone. She's a treasure & an inspiration. The proudest thing in my life is knowing her -- <she's my younger sister. I was transformed by her unconsciously & if not for her & God, I will not be who I am today. I thank God for this marvellous gift, I simply love it! All I wanna do is to do the best for her, for she deserves anything in this world (as long as i can afford lah). If possible, I would like to publish a book of her life story. So with such a super woman in my life, how can I not expect more from girls?

But that's why Im still single. But Im happy.

Treasure what you have today, for you never know what tomorrow may bring.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Dilemma -- To help or not to

How weird and how defensive a person can become, esp the female.

This morning as I was walking to the bus stop en route to playing soccer with Jere & co, I came across a limping person. Initially I wasnt sure if it was a he or a she, I just noticed that the person in front of me was limping -- quite badly. Soon after, that person fell to the ground. I walked up & realised it was a she. I sensed something was amiss, so I offered to help & got her standing on her feet again.

I asked her:" Are you ok? You need help?"

She replied:" My leg very pain. I want to cross the road." She was weeping then.

I thought she could have gotten herself injured & before I made a police report, another pedestrian came up from behind & told me that she kena langa by a car & someone had called for an ambulance already.

But instead of waiting for help to come, she continued her tedious & painstaking drag towards the overhead bridge. I immediately followed up & suggested that she should take a seat instead. Before I could help her by her arm to let her sit down, she screamed at me.

"If you touch me I shout molest!" What? Why would I want to get flesh with you on the pretext of offering my help? Thats quite demeaning of my good intention. Then when the other passer-by heard this, he helped me by telling her that what we were doing were for her own good. What we got in return was: "I dun need your help!Mind your own business!" Then she continued climbing the stairs in pain.

I was in a dilemma, to insist on offering her my help because she looked seriously injured or to heed her "advice" to mind our own business. Eventually I made a decision to let her be since the ambulance will arrive soon. The ambulance came 5 mins later and I saw her sat on the last step of the bridge, perhaps given up liao.

Humans are really weird. This is the first time ever in my life that someone is accusing me of molest, when Im trying to help. How sad it is to know that a person can become this defensive especially when they are at their most vulnerable & needed most help. Though it didnt really spoil my mood for the day, this incident taught me a lesson to think twice before offering help to ladies, especially when certain form of body contact is inevitable, like holding the arm . I will never know when the finger will be pointed at me when i try to help. Perhaps help can come in other "safer" ways ba.

My advice to my dear brothers. Continue to help if you may, but help cautiously lest you fall into the disadvantage trap in the form of physical contact. "Guys touch girls = molest. Girls touch guys = guy is fortunate." This is the "fair" system that shrouded our society at large, for the guys has less rights to defend themselves, while the girls are usually the more protected lot. But I wonder how many guys were actually the real victims?