Wendilicious
Moi
Teach. Sing. Write. Fly. Dive. Rave.
I'm not the girl your mom warned you about, her imagination was never this good.
Work for pasta and ice cream and also makes pasta and ice cream work for me.
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5/20/20, 12:21 PM
Feeling in love?
Take it from a girl who took a massive dog bite scar on an adventure around the world. Your scars become conversations starters on a diving boat. The edges and lumps become a keyhole opening for others to show care and concern at a Koh Phangan Full moon party :)
When I see someone with thick make up, it scares me. I feel intimidated by those layers because I cannot seem to humanize them. I can't relate to having no scars, or no wrinkles. And at the back of my mind, I feel like I need to hide my scars and wrinkles so we are on a leveled field.
Wrinkles are stories.
Maybe I am blessed, because I found someone who appreciates me for my mind, thoughts and choices. But ladies, if a guy likes you for the $$$ and skills you use to make yourself "flawless" then really, that's not loving you. That's loving make up.
Leave him and the huge hole in your wallet behind.
I think it's important we still dress up and find ways to look good for ourselves but let's not forget the beauty beneath (our skin and also our makeup foundation) because take it from me, without these stories, we are just infants in conversations, colorless eyeshadow palettes and powerless to what we deserve.
Labels: Bungee Jumping, cheap, Dive, Fitness., Full moon party, guitar, Koh Phangan, Music, Rave, Rock Festivals, Self-growth, Teach, Write
5/16/20, 12:21 PM
Feeling reflective?
At the half year mark of every year, (also circuit breaker so i have more time to write haha #sgunited) i like to reflect and see how far i have accomplished my new year resolutions. To be perfectly honest, most of the time, I repeat my new year resolutions. Maybe because some of them are habits I want to form in which 1 year isn't enough (like exercising) and some of the resolutions are just not easy to keep to (like exercising haha). So one of my #ResolutionOfTheCentury is to "Live in the moment" and I swear, it is so hard.
Idk is it because I am just emotionally charged, ready to empathize, cry and re-question my existence just by listening to a stranger's problems. At some point, i really felt it could be impossible. Years of reminding myself and recycling this resolution just left me feeling less and less of a believer that I could achieve it.
In year 2020. This year lah. Not only do I feel like I am living in the moment, I feel that I finally understand why I have been failing all those years. There was only one variable. The people I choose to surround myself with. I realised (by coincidence) that a lot of the people around me were not helping me live in the moment. They are not evil lah! It's just that people say before they think how it might affect my feelings. And I think that's just the nature of some characters and for others, they just dont understand or listen to your needs.
You can still be friends no doubt. But I learnt that people who truly love you, despite not being sensitive by nature, would want to learn to love you better, in a way that works for you.
Labels: Bungee Jumping, cheap, Dive, Fitness., Full moon party, guitar, Koh Phangan, Music, Rave, Rock Festivals, Self-growth, Teach, Write
5/13/20, 3:10 PM
Feeling like a photoshoot?
There is just something about having a nice picture taken that makes my heart feel wholesome!I guess I've been having my pictures taken at Serangoon Broadway with my family and I remember just beaming from ear to ear! Maybe it's because I can't do make up properly, maybe it's because its so rare to have my whole family together, but I felt so happy when I saw the final product.
Okay but this isnt about that, it's about this.
My very first professional photoshoot was something I thought would be a milestone in my 20s, to document my crazy single days before I got serious w my special someone *ahem ahem story for another day*, but turns out, this photoshoot was really a gift of realising why I love pretty pictures so much.
I guess I was always one who loved it when someone caught a nice picture of me. And no, I do not jump up with excitement and click Instagram to choose the best filter the moment I see it. I loved it because it captures me in a way that I feel validated. Meaning, people take a chio picture of me, and I go "wah omg I so chio ! How come I don't know! Well, now I know!"
I mean, I loved it. When my smile just seem natural. And when the picture reflected my own expectations of what I deem as chio and beautiful. So, I kept these pictures close to my heart, as a reminder of what I am. 
But now, i feel that it is not so much about that. I mean, honestly... some of the pictures arent that gorgeous okay! haha! I later reflected and realised, it was more about the attention given to me, the observant nature of the photographer that validated me. That someone saw something, and snapped a photo that seemed beautiful to me.
So it was fun finding a photoshoot for myself and closing up that lil chapter for myself.
And it was so so fun!! :D Like I really felt so at home and myself posing for all the shots! :D Much thanks to Jemanci Studio and his team (Vanida was just superb w make up okay! Like I never felt so pretty before hehehe And I liked how I still looked like me and not someone else..)
Honestly, if you want like those insta shots and stuff, I think you can just go find collabs online and get those other photographers for cheaper but if you want proper portraits taken. You can try Jeremy and his team! :DOKay till next time :) Be safe at home! #SGunitedBtw, i did not get paid to do this! Haha I just wanted to document this fun weekend I had :)Labels: Dive, Fitness., Music, Poetry, Rave, Rock Festivals, Self-growth, Sustainable fashion, Teach, ungee Jumping, Write
4/27/20, 9:52 PM
BuzzFeed: My Own Take on trying out Tinder for a week.
Posting something I found in my treasure cove during my experimental dating days :)It is like a buffet for women ain't it? But truly, when I reject someone, they often say "nice guys finish last I guess." or "you need to manage your expectations".
Ready for my buzzfeed article?
Nice guys finish last:
Hard to get? Play the game and truly, think about the type of people you are truly locking in. Run the endless search on that treadmill of games while I choose the inconsistency and surprises from something genuine, something workable and real.
Strip yourself away from the game of what ifs and enter the world or what is (: Nice guys finish last, but that’s because their partners bother learning about them and making every hard on finish ever so heavenly worth it.
Be as you are:
The phone lit megabytes of a familiar cute image. A representation of loyalty and company, and right beside, a man trying hard, hoping that the image of him and his friend’s dog will capture some innocent young heart.
It’s strange to see descriptions of people promising the world when they barely even know the different terms and needs of individualized girls: It is as if they have predicted our want for stability and loyalty, while leaving out the factors of individualism. That it takes different things to secure that feeling of stability for each woman.
Ironically, men should stop giving women what they think they want, and start observing and understanding the woman they have interest in. Profiles should show reliable facts about oneself and not heavy tainted promises on what we think the category of men or women expect from us.
Labels: Bungee Jumping, Dive, Fitness., Music, Poetry, Rave, Rock Festivals, Self-growth, Sustainable fashion, Teach, Write
4/22/20, 9:28 PM
An Original Poem by Wendy: Paper Mache
A piece of paper will never restrict your form of expression
You are not limited by its’ ego or caged by its’ judgement.
I can take me time and make full use of the space and time given to explain, to draw references, to clarify and to express my emotions. And it is my work that’s the star.
Labels: Bungee Jumping, Dive, Fitness., Music, Poetry, Rave, Rock Festivals, Self-growth, Sustainable fashion, Teach, Write
4/17/20, 9:25 PM
An Original Poem: Archives
I am not tamedI am not boring
I am not older
I am not lame
I am happier
I am loved
I am content
I am placing some of these memories in archive. Even the one that seeks to be fully independent when it comes to letting someone in. The one where I tell myself time and time again, not to get tricked and the only person you can trust is yourself. The one that flew across the globe to capture memories on her own. The girl who went through 24hours on a plane mourning the loss of her best friend alone. The memories of the best party under the full moon beside the ocean and meeting the most incredible pot of people from everywhere. The memories of trusting these people. The memory of losing her ticket stub and a completely new friend paying for her, and crying when she thought she lost that friend. That time I think my drink got spiked while being so concerned for everyone else and forgetting my own, then a new stranger protected me. Surviving 24hours or partying without sleep in a hostel without locked doors for my valuables. Surviving a 6 days without my phone. Surviving a police raid and watching regular young looking men seeking dangerous pleasures while u laugh about it with my new found BFFs. A stream of themed parties follows.
Dancing through the waves, the stretch of sand, running in beach attire along streets and rejecting advances with every crazy turn I make in the crowd, only wanting to have a good time with myself and my new friends. Rolling under the stars and appreciating the party with tinted drunk glasses. Being brave to let loose. Then having to switch that off. The moment I cried leaving that place, where I felt more in control then anywhere else was dreadful. But that’s all just a beautiful memory now. A tattoo of bravery I wear so I refer to every now and then as something checked off my bucket list.
I have something real
Something precious
Just one thing
That sustains me.
Someone that makes me feel the same joy I felt from the comfort of being in the same bed. Someone that I didn’t need to share anything or show anything to seem exclusive worthy special. Someone who makes me want to keep trying to be a better me, even when I don’t have to.
Someone I trust maybe even more than fleeting encounters with strangers who can’t hurt me.
Someone who deals with my emotions better than alcohol.
Someone who makes me the light of ever room, the life of every party, without having to step into any party.
Someone who allows me space to be brave and to be 100% me without having to travel half the world to rid my teacher identity.
Someone who coincidentally saw all that was exclusively special about me when I was 13, way before I traveled the world to find myself.
Labels: Bungee Jumping, Dive, Fitness., Full moon party, Koh Phangan, Music, Poetry, Rave, Rock Festivals, Self-growth, Sustainable fashion, Teach, Write
2/2/18, 11:41 PM
2 February
I teach Literature and EL. My teaching philosophy is very NIE MOE centric. I want to help students think for themselves. I believe that is the one skill I want to equip my students with. The gift of thought.I have been putting this off for awhile now. Writing.
It’s been tough. But I didn’t want my memoirs to be filled with complaints. I wanted my mind to be in a better place. And I think I am now.
Just a recap, I placed myself in a spiral of choices and I felt stuck in a place where rules held me back and I trapped myself in self doubt and trusted the insults from my students too much for my own good. It was terrible victimizing myself. But these records are not one to frame the Singapore’s education system, rather, it is one that is truthful and honest, one that exposes a little Dream in a teacher who lived wanting to influence her students to thinkfor themselves. A teacher who’s dream started as a camouflaged excuse to sign a bond 4.5 years ago so her family wouldn’t have to face the financial burden of supporting her university education. A teacher that put her empathy to the test and experienced life like one of the lowest form in a position of “authority”, where it’s not about money, but rather, being treated with complete disrespect by the very people she set out to believe in and see the potential in. They said you needed patience to be a teacher, but the truth is that you need patience to be insulted and yet still choose to do good. So this is my story, cut and served to you in the most honest form that I can translate in. My memoirs of a teacher.
A huge disclaimer, these experiences are honest but one of a kind and I’m sure it doesn’t encompass the experience of every teacher out there. This is just me ranting, reflecting, and growing.
Let’s begin by describing just the first hour of an every day life at where I teach.
I wake up and begin at full gear by 720a.m where I face my form class of 40 kids. I have seen this class for more than a year now since I’ve followed them up from Secondary 1. I spend the first 40 minutes of the day as a broken recorder, “tuck in your shirt”, “why is your socks printed?”, “you have detention, remember to go for your smokalizer test as well..” and till date, I dread this part the most. Because they would throw tantrums, yell, refuse to comply, be defiant, and all you can do is hope they would fight and get into trouble. Because you have to be the one protecting every one. Because you are vital to keeping them safe even when they blame you and spit nasty insults at you, you stay calm, put on a customer service smile and speak calmly. You take their punches kindly and return them with a hug of comfort. It is hard because I’m basically converted to a creature I don’t even recognize especially when I can’t use my usual defense mechanism, to run away. But it is through these minutes that I put my character to the test.
I will stop here now. I am on MC today, and my phone rang multiple times informing me that my form class had a couple of cases. A student punching the window till his hands bled, a bit hitting another boy, another boy throwing another boy’s bag and a couple of bleeding victims. It is truly a bloody Friday let’s just leave it as that.
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