Sometimes, I don't know how the world works? Why when I can give my time and attention to listen to someone and use my efforts to think of something nice to say in return, I am face with coldness and unwillingness to help, impatience to listen or heartlessness to even care just a bit?

Why do people like to mean it on the surface but think of it as nothing inside?

Why do people forget so easily what you've done and only remember when they do something else worth their attention?

Why do people want you to be by them when they know they will never be anywhere near you when the situation was reversed?

Why do people love to enjoy your company and just suddenly move away without a reason?

Why do people still think of what you've not done when you thought you did good?

Why do people like to use you like a tool and deny that it happened at all?

Or Why did they even make you feel used in the first place?

Why?

I should be angry, but why am I not?

today, was our final class party of the year :)

zhengyao, hugging her beloved ~ who did not wish to be caught on camera :)

wei ling, and her 'tsk, tsk, tsk' expression

woah~if this thinggy spoils tmr, do we know the culprits...? o.O

Liu Yue has a blue baby with yellow hair :)

~

Look at Zhuyun, so hip! hahaha

This yellow ball which Ratana and Wang Ye are mimicking, is the highlight of the day :)

The ball with Lushuang, Christine, and Liu Yue, is a present from Mr Sng to us!

Apparently, the yellow ball which is now held by Lu Shuang, Vis and Xinyao, is supposed to look like Mr Sng...

Well, it looks like 'Mr Sng' has been left on the floor, while everyone looks at their presents from the gift exchange

This is my ball :)

This is what is inside Liu Yue's blue baby with yellow hair, a bottle full of marshmallows!!!!

Thanks for the marshmellows, Liu Yue, I love it!

Thanks for the stained glass bookmark, Mr Sng, I love it too :)

 

And thats all... :)

On Tuesday, I went out with Clara Yuan and Delia Ng to Plaza Singapura -> Clarke Quay -> Bras Basah

 

hoho..the 3 musketeers...(below)

favourite photo of the day no.2

 

 

Sunday is sacred, simple, silver bells

Monday is moody, mundane, maroon consequences

Tuesday is tangy, terrific, turquoise faith

Wednesday is wet, wicked, white envy

Thursday is thin, tall, teal anticipation

Friday is freaky, fabulous, fushcia desire

Saturday is sultry, satisfying, silver dreams

Hohoho, my new addiction is.....the cartoon that I loved to watch with my cousin :) MWahahahaaha................

Heyhey!

 

Thank you Sicen, for u stationery holder, which is standing on my desk alr :D

And Pokkiee, for your bag, which I've been using for 4 days alr :D

And Eri, for bothering to keep the cake!

And Merlene, for the mirror and comb, and I've looked at it 4 four times! Although I just opened it :D

And Cheryl! For your seashell-ed card and magnet and PIGLET KEYCHAIN! I LOVE YOU LOADS!

p.s. did you know I have an exactly similar magnet cos pokkiee gave one to me some time ago too!

HEEH now I have 2!

And Christine, for bothering to make the thing which I have no idea what it is :D

 

I love u ppl!

 

Pix tmr? :)

What the Modern Woman Wants... By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen, winner of Commonwealth Essay Prize

The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap,
afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seat belt tighter but was careful not to touch
the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.
'Finance', 'Liquidation', 'Assets', 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it.
Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television.
She was speaking in an American accent.
The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval...... 'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as
she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.
'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat.. The mobile phone hit
the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter..
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of
problems.'
The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.
Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the
same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.
'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling
her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.
'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence
meant she did not comprehend.
'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!' The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in
defence.
The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old
woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall.
Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's
side.
'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.
Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a
young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her
love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man.
Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says... She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except
happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.
What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me
only because I affect her happiness.. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.
The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.
Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smoldering ashes.
She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she
came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a
girl. Her husband had ticked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have
everything she ever wanted.
Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a
great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to
speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.
She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu, old fashioned.... She wanted her
mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The Gods had been faithful to her persistent
prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood faceless with no identity, bound to the soil of
her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were so ephemeral, that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion
boutiques and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.
The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less.
When her daughter left the earth, everything she had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman
but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.
The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates.
She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one
way to go from there – down.
The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for
worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own
gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life.
Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly
suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.
The old woman watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing.
Modern woman nowadays, the old lady signed in resignation, as she bowed to the east bone final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays
want so much that they lose their souls and wonder whey they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched
on her daughter's face.
An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sown the seeds of happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not to fast as she had done before.
‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. "I don't know how to put this.
Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer
willing to pay us seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road .. Once
we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves....."
The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. "We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once the
maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that the apartment is rather small. There won't
be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a
Christian home and a very nice one."
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. I"ve been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of
old people to keep you company! Hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there." "You'd be happier there, really." her daughter repeated as if to
affirm herself.
This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to cling tightly to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would
protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white seat.
Ma, her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. "Is everything okay?
What had to be done, had to be done. "Yes" she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more
quietly.
‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said
triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier... She
had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever
wanted; money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down......
Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. "Stock 10% increase."
Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her and while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen,
the old woman in the backseat became invisible and she did not see her in tears.

Okay I'm back to say that Joy, Jacelyn, Christine and I went to Gong Shang Primary last Friday with Mdm Tan and Mrs Sim...and we became very kiasu, like all others there hehehe :) Just that the most kiasu wins! :)

I discovered one thing.

 

 

Seriously you know!

Look at this!

Those kiasu ppl are like standing on the green line! That is for ppl to come out! Speaking of which, yesterday, I went to Chinatown with Minfei, and when I was at aljunied mrt, going to board the train after all the ppl came out, theres this  boy and his  mother run out of the train! And she was showing that 'TSK, why people like that' expression. Like wth?! If they want to come out then come earlier luh! Don't know when to get off then don't take MRT! 真是one kind的！

 

Okay you know there was 2 more incidents today, but I kinda forgot. I just knew that they were of the same genre, so shall not elaborate :)

 

~ Next, today I went to watch Imagine that with mumu:)

And we had tea at Secret Recipe, where the silly waitress present me the bill O.O , after that :) Here is the series of shots that I took of mu... mwahaha

(enjoy, mu~!)

 

HEHE!!!

 

K then, THE SUAKU ME GOES TO THE ION!

 

HAHAHA

 

okay, here are some pix :)

 

Look at that POKKIEE! I used your bag!!! AHAHAH :D

 

And and anyway, Ion is super uber uber chao ji high-end! :) Hahaha but I had fun window shopping :D

P.S. Cannot waste too much money here...must buy some more things when I go Hong Kong hehehe :)

 

Okay, pix with Minfei tmr? :P

 

hello everyone...yesterday i officially created my facebook account in the hope of uploading the marina barrage photos....

But! It was so slow last night...

And as I am logged in now, I've been clicking the 'home' button for the past 10 minutes.....and I'm still at the 'home' page.

 

I feel like a gundu

 

Anyhows, I shall upload the pix here first mwahaha

 

(sorry to lazy to edit the colours and brightness and do caption :\)

Hello I am back again mwahaha!

Hehe ok let's start with breakfast! I met vaish on the bus, at around 9.35 plus... and she told me that clara tan was at the mrt alr! Aiyo, clara is forever so early :) Then we got to macs, merlene and clara were there alr :) So we chatted while waiting for christine and charlene wee :)

 

Thank you for the super yummy cake and the pretty card clara! (no pictures for this cos I devoured the cake after my egg macmuffin D: ) And everyone else for the wishes :)

 

Oh! And charlene, christine and I decided that we would volunteer to go for the promotional talks to promote our school to the p6 ppl at gongshang primary! :D

~pix~

Christine, adding 2 packets of creamers, and 4 packets of sugar to her tea...

...and is now very pleased with her sweet tea

vaish and charlene, looking pleased with their breakfast

Clara and Merlene :) Looking happy as usual :D

 

Then we went to school!!!! It was raining like crazy! Hehe :D Then we went to the den cos vaish had to brief us about something...

 

Thank you tracy, vis, eunice, lynette, karen, zhengyao and dongdong for wishing me happy birthday!

 

More pix! ~

After the briefing, we headed to comm lab 3 for popscomm meeting :D

And while the pops we hard at work discussing about hari vali, we were discussing about our pb bonding at the end of the year.........................

See the big hand of tracy?

See the big hand of vis?

Here, the two ppl think that their side view is nicer than their front view...

tracy: hmm...when would be a suitable date??

My head look like it popped out of nowhere... :\

 

After the meeting...we all went downstairs to watch christine and eunice take violin lessons from clara... :)

My pig sits and looks on patiently on the cupboard of the den...

 

 

After that...I went to MOELC to check Jap script... :) Thank you Carly and Li Min for the wishes!

After paper checking, I went SHOPPING with mu at Junction 8! :D

Say hello to the 15 year old hahaha

 

 

 

 

Hello! Yesterday, which was a few hours ago, I went to bugis with clara after math paper, our last paper! Hee! The main purpose was to buy JJ's birthday present which I did not have time to since it was exam time :) Soo..I got her a white bag with letters on it heeh :D Hope she likes it!

 

Then, of course,  the purpose no.2 was to buy 蔡淳佳's latest album, <<回到最初>> :D

 

And then at bugis street, I saw this super cute mushroom patterned bag which is only $8! So obviously, it is now in my possesion :]

 

And today morning, Ruijia gave me a big bar of chocolate :P. And Vivien gave me her famous anime drawing and a hamburger keychain, which is now hanging on my mushroom bag :]. And Zhi Wei gave me a green and brown wallet! HEHE :D

 

And thank you Sicen, Liu Yue, Clara and Charlene Wee for your wishes :D

 

:-*

 

AND CLARA YUAN FOR SPENDING 3 HOURS WALKING UP AND DOWN THE BUGIS AREA TODAY!

 

 

It is now 1.35 am in the morning.

Todays Schedule:

 

09 45 Breakfast with PB friends at paya lebar macs

10 20 Supposed to meet Vaish at den

11 00 Popscomm meeting at Comp Lab

15 30 Jap Paper Checking

18 45 Swensons Dinner with mumu + buying my Sorbet pumps + window shopping(keep within budget :] )

 

Ok yup, I'll be back today night with lots of pictures (hahaha clarayuan )

Yay! The most traumatising biology paper is over! I am over the moon! Just if you're wondering why I'm so freaked out over Bio and not so much for the others, its because 45 marks of the paper involves application! And my application is BAD. Very terrible. :\ No joke... soo...

 

ITS OVER! YAY

BYE dicotyledonous leaf structure!

Helloooooo! Today is my JieJie (JJ) 's birthday! :D

Happy birthday!

You are 18 years old!

You can now drive a car.

You can now drink liquor.

You can now buy cigarettes (but please don't)

You can now watch M18 movies

~

You are now even older than me :)

 

 

“失败只有一种，那就是放弃努力”

hi,

today our class attendance was: 22/40 :]