YEEEESSSSSHHHHHH!!!

Finally aced the friggin NAPFA test.
gold
gold
gold
gold
gold
silver. ---> no prizes for guessing that this is the standing broad jump component.

yeah baby.
April 14.
more time to spend with the people i love all around me.
yes- even the students in school.
every single tingle ringle one of them!
=D

In response to the Sunday Times article on...

Spoilt Singaporean Women & their Increasing Expectations of Men.

I personally thought that it was a brilliant topic to explore, just that it was not so brilliantly put into print.


Singaporean women have never been more desirable, and for a very long time now, their suitors are no longer limited to the confines of our humidly sunny shores.

Men who are supposedly more charming, charismatic, and of course, in possession of severely expandable disposable incomes are now “gunning” for the finest women on earth, that is, those of the Singaporean flavor (Come on ladies you enjoyed that didn’t you?).

As much as one may attempt to argue, there is just no denying the modern Singaporean women’s luxury to pick and choose, use and dispose, and ultimately, love and control (THEY WEAR THE PANTS!). As mentioned, they have every right to be loved.

As extensively subjective and seemingly indefinable a term such as love is; we all have to admit that Singaporean women are most certainly an extremely lucky and fortuitous bunch. Loved by many, they are one of the most desired individuals on this earth- elegance, intellect, tenacity (in a positive way!), wit, and most without doubt, exquisite attractiveness.

Without getting too sidetracked from the topic, one has to realize that all the rage over expectations most definitely isn’t because of their laziness or sheer petulance towards conformity, far from it in fact. It all boils down to the approach of men nowadays in relation to this rather delicate situation. Most of us, me especially, are turning into what I would spectacularly describe as “sponges”.

Eager to please, we are becoming overtly attentive to every single aspect of the women we love and adore- “Yes darling? Let me carry your bags… It’s okay I pay sweetie… Baby aiyo it’s so heavy let me take your shopping…” Women just tend to expect a whole lot more from us as a result.

But as always, with expectations also comes disappointments- a recurring sentiment shared amongst most dating individuals these days, with the incredulous line between chivalry and chauvinism impossible to define.

I was ticked off for offering to carry my female friend’s shopping even though she seemed to be struggling with it, and was equally assaulted verbally by another sweet lady friend for not offering my help to her.

We men do not differ all that much at the end of the day, with our less than wholesome intent and somewhat lascivious characters; it’s easy to say that all we really want in expectations is some genuine loving (in every single facet imaginable). When in all verity, we actually truly enjoy pleasing and satisfying the socks off our admirable significant others, even if it does mean, *grimace*, carrying her pinkishly furry limited edition hello kitty handbags!

Just please allow us to catch the game on Saturday nights alright?

granny turns 76

The Sponge.

Jerald Justin. Professional. 21 years experience.

this essay question was posed for a secondary 4 express class and I was kinda bored while in there for an hour with them so i answered it in my own little way. hope you like it haha.

Should teenagers be celebrating Valentine’s Day?

Valentine’s Day is a traditional day on which couples celebrate their love for each other by offering sweet tokens of cupid injected mementoes and memories. It is also an opportunity for people to confess their undying love to the individuals they so desire. Valentine’s Day is usually celebrated by adults, spurred on by the intense commercialization and in-your-face “reddish hearts and clouds” advertising. However, the same “marketing effect” cannot be said to have affected teenagers as much as it is widely believed, even though the number of them celebrating Valentine’s Day is increasing rapidly.

Teenagers have the right to express their feelings towards their significant other and celebrate this special day in the fullest way possible, just like anyone else in this world we live in. And without any disposable income whatsoever, barring of course their weekly meager pocket money allowances, they are certainly not as affected by the overtly unaffordable “diamonds, flowers and expensive chocolates” so often put up on display during this festive period.

It has long been said that “young love is the purest love”, and whilst the more mature counterparts with highly disposable incomes are the greatest skeptics of this supposedly “true untouched romance”, teenagers are certainly old enough, and relatively pure enough, to experience this wondrous emotion called love- it has no boundaries and barriers. Love surpasses all ages, and as difficult as it may seemingly be to define, one has to agree that love should never be restricted in any way.


Celebrating Valentine’s Day is an essential part of a teenagers’ love experience. Though one may argue that it has degraded itself into nothing more than an advertising farce, the same can also be said of other once traditional celebratory holidays, such as Christmas, which has for a long time now been transformed into a circus of “buying, buying, and more buying”- disguised skillfully by advertisers as “giving, giving, and more giving.”

Love and hurt is a crucial part in the overall process of growing up as well. And Valentine’s Day is simply no more than a massive opportunity for a teenager to finally declare his feelings to the one he/she loves. In this day and age where online technology rules the circuit with its users being the boldest and most daring in a variety of situations, kids are still relatively shy creatures in person, and most especially when it comes to the matters of the heart. (Well at least I am anyway.)

Without this day of Valentines, there really isn’t any other occasion that will make us adolescents look normal when opening our hearts and getting all romantic. Giving flowers to a girl and presents to a boy on any other event will put us in a really precarious light, teases and the such, but this day allows us to give something sweet to someone special, without looking like too much of a “creepy little stalker boy/girl”.

Lest we forget, there will always be the kids in school who will never get to experience love in their teens no matter how much they wish for it, even on, or rather, especially, a day like Valentines. The fat overweight kids, the nerdy ones, the kids with neither brains nor beauty. It’s this very group of teenagers who the question should be posed to in many ways- even if they wish from the deepest bellows of their hearts, can they actually in all reality celebrate Valentines with someone special?

Whilst it may ultimately be naïve to claim that teenagers are unperturbed by the advertising effect of Valentine’s day, it is mostly truthful to say that the “love” (or something along those complicated lines) they show parallels along the innocent and pure. Valentines is undoubtedly a marketing phenomenon- roses are sold for an arm and a leg, jewellery prices even more exorbitant than usual, and restaurants, even the dodgy alleyway ones, are fully booked months in advance. But one thing that is certain for sure is the fact that teenagers will celebrate the day with the sweetest passion possible. Though the intentions may not be entirely wholesome, and the budget not completely sufficient, teenagers will always find a way, (be it by stealing roses from a neighbour’s garden), to somehow profess their “everlasting eternal emotions” to the love of their life.

Well that is, until the next Valentine ’s Day comes along, together with their next brand new and strikingly attractive pubescent crush.

she will always have a past that I will never ever live up to.
and it kills me, bit by bit, piece by piece, every time i think of it.
a pattern that ceases to end.

argh. i fucking miss the place.

this is going to make me sound so super mushy but... well heck it haha.
yesterday, a group of upper sec girls that i teach bought this whole gynormous bag of various lollies for the secondary one students on valentines day.
every single sec 1 student got a lolly.
and their reason for this humble act of generosity was that they felt the younger kids might feel left out, no one to love them and what not when looking at other older couples getting all frisky.
how i wish there were such awesome seniors during my times of old. hehe.
i just thought it was the sweetest thing ever.

it's 10pm and my hands smell like garlic garlic garlic garlic garlic garlic garlic garlic times one hundred billion gazillion trillion zillion garlic garlic garlic, dill, thyme, basil, prawns, scallops, poultry, salmon, salted butter, balsamic, extravirgin, and a whole load of gastrorgasmic palate indulging specialities from jeraldjustin's kitchen.

but it's all worth it.
it's the least i can do.
and it's all that she deserves.

the most beautiful feeling in the whole world.
at least for now, that is.
change has certainly domineered our exterior facades but it hasn't pacified our memories.
time has stained us on the outside, but pureness still reigns supreme.
the ease - unparalled.
it's a luxurious cosiness- full of warmth.
so unbelievably comfortable.
even after all this time.
childhood mates.

don't ever go in expecting too much, you'll only end up feeling disappointed at the end of the day.

and it's a fucked up kind of feeling.

because you not only go in expecting too much, but you put your feelings on the line too.

and it all comes crashing down.

raining on your supposedly untarnished parade.

that's the way it is innit?

no matter how much you beg and ask for an answer there really isn't any whatsoever.

it's all your fault at the very end of the day.

for asking and hoping for too much right at the start.

nothing really ever lives up to our farfetched expectations.

even though it all seemed so plausible and doable right at the beggining.

you could see it happening.

envision every single detail.

it was all a possibility.

it was all supposed to take place.

it was all a happily ever after.

it was all a fucking dream.

i see these two lovely ladies every weekday.

and i'm not ashamed to admit that i really and oh-so-totally admire them to bits.

mother, wife, teacher, leader, beauty, brains.

it ain't easy but they do it oh-so-perfectly.

i was looking at some old photographs of people who once meant the world to me.
and i realized that there was a blatantly recurring trend.
it just so happens that every single one of them were truly beautiful.. be it in their own right or literally.
alas, beauty lies skin deep and is entwined only as far as memory allows it to.
but once the flame dies, everything else, especially the superficial, dies along with it.
they still are beautiful.
nevertheless.
they just don't mean that much to me anymore.

i guess what i really meant to say was.
love her.
love her as much as you possibly can.
love her till she demands you to stop.
love her so much so that she can't do much more than to love you back a hundred times over.
just don't...
just don't fall in too deep.
so deep that you can't even find a way to get the fuck out.
so deep that you might never ever let go... let alone move on.
so deep that it really really hurts.

feelings are alright.
feelings are the basis of everything.
feelings make us who we really are.
feelings are some of the most beautiful things in the world.
but feelings can also fuck us up if we don't keep them in line.
feelings hurt too.

Women snap up panties to welcome Year of the Rat in Malaysia

Malaysian Chinese women are snapping up red panties with mouse motifs for good luck as they prepare to usher in the Year of the Rat, a news report said Sunday.

The Lunar New Year, which begins Thursday, is the year's biggest and most popular festival for the Chinese, who account for a quarter of Malaysia's 27 million people, the second largest race after ethnic Malays.

The Sunday Star said the rat or mouse design has appeared in all decorative items such as lanterns and even in undergarments in anticipation of the good fortune the animal will bring.

Vivian Tham, a trader at a night market, told the newspaper the red panties with mouse motif, made in China, have become the best-selling item since December, and she has to frequently restock them.

''Red panties are supposed to bring good luck to the wearer during Chinese New Year. The panties are also popular with foreigners, especially Japanese tourists who find the mouse designs cute,'' Tham said.

Housewife Elaine Tan, 32, told the newspaper she bought several pairs for her toddler. ''It's an annual tradition for me to buy red underwear for the New Year for good luck,'' she said.

that's what I call a "happy chinese new year"

go ahead. have your fun. feelings not included.

A humble barber recently solved one of the most intricately laborious questions in my life whilst in the midst of giving me a routine haircut.

"how does one avoid getting hurt in a relationship?"

the answer turned out to be the most startlingly obvious and very much in-your-face kinda straightfoward.

Just don't get your feelings involved. Stay as emotionally unattached from her as much as you possibly can.
Simply put, keep the raw emotions to a minimum.
go ahead. have your fun. feelings not included.

but as always, things are just not as easy as they may seemingly portray themselves to be.

love is meant to be developed and nurtured, no freaking doubt about that. but who ever told you that the relationship you are in right now can be classically deemed as love?

the more time spent with her will no doubt result in you falling, crumbling, and succumbing to this intensively emotive state which has only one freakishly final destination - and that is the destruction of your once perfectly solitary life.
well unless, of course, you somehow manage to pertain your relationship all the way into the "happily ever after" ending (not exactly an ending when you come to think of it cause it never does end- but if you DO find yourself in such a haven do tell me how its done).

but as it turns out we're actually discussing this in reality. so we should recognize it as such.
Relationships and love usually ends all ugly (in real life that is)- and as always, one individual will be hurt a lot more than the other, simply due to the essential reason of it all, the catalyst that fucks us all up- getting one's feelings involved.

can you tell who's in it for the long haul and who's in it for the short?

dont bother asking stupid questions like "can it even be labelled as a relationship as such if feelings arent involved?"
well you can like her... there's no stopping you there.
but just don't end up worshipping and revolving every single aspect of your life around hers.
as simple as that might sound, you'd be surprised as to how difficult it is to follow.

no doubt the one who cares a whole lot more will be the one who feels the most fucked up.
and the one who doesn't possess as much emotive reasoning will, on the preface at least, be the one in ultimate control.

but we are all human arent we?
Feelings aren't involved but you just can't help but keep on thinking about her.

Every fleeting moment that passes by with you away from that woman tells you that another man is by her side.


Even though you try your best to distance yourself from being too emotionally attached to her, life simply doesnt work that way.

Spend too much time with the woman and you will ultimately end up getting those darned feelings involved.

relationships are such a bitch aren't they?

In the end it all boils down to how much you really want from it all...

Just please don't get hurt along the way.

It doesn't happen very often.
When you see someone with the word sex written all over her.
In a red singlet and low hung snug jeans.
Every single piece of fabric clinging onto her glorious curves, accentuating them ever so erotically.
She sashays as she saunters down the track, left hand flowing up and down with each teasing step.
Her hair. long and cropped, unitidily with purpose.
The colour. a dirty bleached mix of copper and rancid red, meshed with the natural jet blackness of her oriental asian roots.
Sex walking in a red singlet.

into a westbound train, never ever crossing my path ever again.

go ahead. have your fun. feelings not included.