Painting .. Not (:

We had our english grammer vocabulary workshop thingy. It was really kinda boring, and I dreaded the thought of attending school while the most of the students in Singapore are havig their school holidays. eeeeyer. We went to the computer lab, and basically rotted there.

Later, Candy, Chris and Weishan and me of course, went to the canteen to have a chat, to pass the time as we originally wanted to go for the chemistry thingy. In the end, bcos it was a different teacher, we did not go. We ended up at the staff room 2, where there are sofas, and chatted there. We wanted to do painting, but Mr Lim had a meeting till 3. So in the end, we left.

Well, you will find that there are new emoticons at my tagboard. cute hor? lols. credits to vintage-melody.org (:

Painting again. <3

Went to the cultural trip; Hua Song Villa and Ancient Civillisation Musuem. I started out as a bit reluctant to go, because we are supposed to do painting. But in the end, Mr Tan told us to paint and did not allow. The whole trip is a bit on and off. Boring and interesting. Interesting a bit only.
After the trip, we had lunch and went to our homeroom to get our result/report book.

Later, met up with Mr Lim to start painting. We did the masking tape thingy on the border around the painted frames, so it wouldn't get painted and dirtied by our paint colour. We took a loooooooooooooong time and later, had ANOTHER 60 min break. We came back again and this time, we mixed the colours properly and started painting. IT WAS FUN! Mr Tan also came and join in. We later started using hands to make sure the colours blend in well. Haaaaaaaaa~ Mr Tay also came and snap photos. We even sprinkled water at him and when he left school by car, we closed the gate purposely! Well, we had to open it in the end anyways. ALL of us were tired beyond measure. TIRED MAN! TIRED TIRED!!

Wee~ I think I am turning in early.

Painting(:

Okay Okay. It was a leg-pain day for me, walking everywhere today.

Received my results.
Sian, candy never come today. ='(
be back soon (:

Went to help Mr Lim paint today, and as a result, I missed TWO hours of talks. =D
however, the painting place is near staff room and thus near the hall also, and thus we were like attention seekers, carrying and climbing the ladders like nobody's business. It was fun, and Mr Lim was creative. He attached 5 different sizes of brushes into a small piece of wood so it became one big 5-in-1 brush thingy. We were to create some sort of vintage atmosphere. I was scared of climbing the ladder at first, but now im okay (:

Meanwhile, we also saw Weizhong, Ernest and Eric receive the vouchers for the crystal challenge thing. The voucher is with MEEEEEEE. for the time being.

I like the artwork done. VERY nice. Shall request the picture from christina, if got time. (:

Later, i also went out a few times. MY legs totally rotted. =D

See this interesting article; again, from www.vintage-melody.org :)

Chapter One
One day, noodle quarrelled with meat bao(bun). They had a fight but bao was too clumsy and lost badly. He was very angry and warned noodle not to leave if he have the guts. He went off to get his pals to assist him.

Meat bao went to find bread, man tou, jian bao etc to get them to reinforce him. Along the way, they saw maggi mee.

They beat maggi mee up and maggi mee was very puzzled at why he was beaten up. He said, "Why are you beating me? What have I done to deserve this?"

The meat bao said, "Noodle! Don't think you've permed your hair and we cannot recognise you!"
Chapter Two
Maggi mee, who was beaten up for no reason, was very angry. So he went to find bee hoon, udon, fried noodles etc to seek revenge. But on the way, they met small bao.

Maggi mee looked at small bao for a while and told his brothers, "Brother! Whack him!" Maggi mee whacked small bao badly. After the noodles family have left, they asked Maggi Mee why he hated small bao so much and beat him up so badly.

Maggi mee said. "Initially, I just wanted to teach him a small lesson, but when I saw him act cute, it made me even angry."

Chapter Three
The more small bao thought of it, the more buay song he was. So, he found the bao family to whack Maggi mee. Then they found ying shi juan (noodles covered with bun).

They brought him back as a hostage and was about to put him on the stove to force him to talk when the bao head said, "That's not noodles! That's our undercover!"

Chapter Four
The family of bao and noodles are now enemies and they would start fighting whenever they see one another.

One day, the noodles family was having a walk when they saw char siew bao alone. Seeing the good chance, all of them attacked him.

The noodles family shouted, "Beat him hard hard! Don't give chance just because he's vomiting blood!"

Chapter Five
Poor char siew bao, with his injuries, went to the bao headquarters to look for help.
All the bao family was activated and together with red bean bao, green bean bun etc. They went to seek revenge. All the passersby siam them as they look like they will kill.

They saw french fries jalan jalan along, shopping. The bao family attacked him.
The bao head shouted, "Noodle people still wear gold go shopping! Whack him!!!"

Chapter Six
Finally, the bao family managed to kidnap noodle, the one who started up the whole show, and brought him back to the bao headquarter. All the baos took turns to whack him. The chief of baos, dua bah bao, took a final roll over noodle before they dump him.

When the poor noodle finally went home, none of the family members could recognise him because he is totally disfigured and flattened.

In order not to let the family bear the bad name, he appeared as a new member named Mee Pok.


Haaaa~ isn't it funny? LAUGH LEH!!

veggie/wedding

Went to a wedding dinner yesterday, at Shangri La Hotel. (Not sure of the spelling) It was VERY grand, and my sister and I are like sua gus. Sadly my sister never go. Wth, there was one lame extra space lor. Like it sucks.

The lights there was like SO BIG, and everyone was wondering how did they clean it. The doors, were heavy and huge lor. The toilets also had a corner for girls to reapply their make-up or something. The bride and groom were very very pretty! LALA~ there was a 9 course meal, and I ate until I was full to the core. There was also a few presentations about their wedding. Happy thing though, I didn't get scolded when I ordered grape wine. I finished about one and a half glasses. So shiok man. Haaaaa~

Later after the wedding, we took some pictures with my cousin and stuff. Woo woow oo.


OH ya, today marks the start of eating vegetarian for nine days. It's a tradition thingy, from my religion. LALALA~ Wish me luck. =D

Touching story (:

My arms aches terribly. Oh well.

Read this touching story. You can find more in www.vintage-melody.org. (:

Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our original intent of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us.

Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.

I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round.

As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment to put the tiny me into his pockets.

Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example, I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment. "I do not know how you young people spend your money, what do you buy flowers for? You can't eat the flowers!"

I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will improve." Mother continue to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit, you will get use to it." Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I would tell her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost. I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it.

Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything and that would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle. Mother hate it most when hubby wakes up early in the morning to prepare breakfast.
In her opinion, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother's facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.

As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed. Hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.
From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For instance, she would keep all kinds of plastic bags and accumulate them so that she could sell them later on. That resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags.

She would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes. In order not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam!" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.

Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said, "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"
After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling lurking in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife.

To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me, "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?"
He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After sometime, hubby sighed, "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out.

Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect. Hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really didn't mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day. Mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call.
I was so furious. Since mother arrived, I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reasons, I keep having the feeling to throw up and have no appetite for food. Coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at the lowest point in my life.

Finally, a colleague said, "LD, you look terrible, you should see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news.

Why didn't hubby and mother, who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard.

I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me. He had that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart.
I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby, "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down.

Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, the sound of the drawers opening woke me up.
I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was taking the money. I stared at him in silence. He ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good.

What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby.

I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said, "Mr Tan's mother had an accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless.

I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people.

That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed towards the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...
I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarrelled, if... In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon. But each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in.

I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.
One day, I passed by a western restaurant. Looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is nothing much to say.

The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.

That night, he did not come home. He had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me. Following mother's death so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched. He had returned to take some of his stuff.

I no longer wish to call him, the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone, I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them no, I will not.

I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it.

In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "Hold on, I will sign it." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself, "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." My eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let my tears flow down.
After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.

"LD, you are pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said, "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.

Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me, I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever.
We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, it's totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him. I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.

Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom. But when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick. Those days whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh.

He has forgotten that I cared for him and am concerned because there is love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was born. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read.

Bag sand bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear him typing away on his computer keyboard. Maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year. One late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain. Hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow throughout the journey to the hospital.

Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind. In my whole lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes caused me to managed a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son, and me, his eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.

Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long.

I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had cancer? Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying, "Prepare for his funeral." I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.
Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... The computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son.

"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance.

Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime. When you met with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through your life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy.
Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."

From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there. Hubby has also written a letter for me. "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness. Forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby... My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile. Thank you for loving me...
These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally. Could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging..."

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said, "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."

He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thought the air as tears slowly rolled down my face...

Nice a not? Dont cry hor ..

Just keep swimming (:

It was a fun and fruitful day for meeeeee! There is definitely gonna be pictures, because my intensity burns like a thousand suns! So for slow and laggy computers, DIE! Met up with Candy early in the morning, around NINE plus for breakfast at Mac. Later, hopped off to Yixuan's house. Feeling home-y, we watched the "High School Musical" DVD. Haaaaa~ Careful, some cam-whoring pictures below!



I have suckish hair.



Both of them! I am busily watching my teevee. Not literally. Yikes, you know what I mean.

Changed into our swimming costumes and got to swimming! I do not know how to swim in case you dunno okay?





Like yuck, I have retarded hair that looks dead.

We swam for a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time and I had my nose filled with chloride water so many times, I was becoming insane! Sad thing is, there was no sun. Cannot get tanner! Wth, tanned liao also turn back to original again. Anyway, we later went to a jacuzzi in a room, and we smuggled titbits there and partayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!











Ahhh~ Post exam relaxation.

Soon, yixuan's brother went back while we continued swimming a while more. Then, we bathed and changed into our clothes! We stayed at her room, chatting like hell~








Her brother kept bullying Yixuan, and ME ME caught it on candid camera! Lols.







See what I mean? Orr horr, yixuan angry liao. Just kidding. (:



Take one: Lame flash, blocked yixuan's face. >.<


Take Two: better! Loved the picture! (:





Doesn't it look like a sleepover?



Told you I was weird. =/

Anyway, left at 9. Weird thing is, even though there was no sun, Candy got sunburnt! OMGOMG! lols. Wahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~ Off to sleep. Tata~

Singapore Discovery Centre (:

Went to Singapore Discovery Centre today. It was a looooooooooooooooong trip, and we had ate snacks all the way there, passing the titbits around, and passed our time by listening songs. MY ears almost went numb. hur. We soon reached there, welcomed by this huge fountain thingy;



It shot water for dunno how many donkey metres high. It was just high, get me?

We went for a bus tour, with a so called "tour guide", to introduce and bring us around the SAFTI (Singapore Armed Forces Training Institude) It was opened in 1995 by Goh Chok Tong. Haaa~



Everyone is feeling bored and staring out the window~
At first I couldn't do anything as she kept crying. But later on we've been able to chat. I'm not trying to boost myself, but be honest, as a new counselor i think i've done pretty well. I can help her calm down and open up her mind, and let her realise what's upsetting her is not the presenting problem but her inner thoughts and feelings. And, I truly find that what I learn from CU is very useful. Especially narrative approach. To meet clients/human beings is a genuine person-to-person process, it doesn't always work to apply theories. In the counseling room, the only resource you can use is your own self. and concepts like empathy, respect are really crucial. It's a good start, at least to me, as it gives me much confidence to proceed. I'm sure there's a lot a lot more I have to learn. Got to be humble and learn.

Work is getting challenging. and meaningful.


here's a lot a lot more I have to learn. Got to be humble and learn.

Work is getting challenging. and meaningful.

Singapore Discovery Centre (:

Went to Singapore Discovery Centre today. It was a looooooooooooooooong trip, and we had ate snacks all the way there, passing the titbits around, and passed our time by listening songs. MY ears almost went numb. hur. We soon reached there, welcomed by this huge fountain thingy;



It shot water for dunno how many donkey metres high. It was just high, get me?

We went for a bus tour, with a so called "tour guide", to introduce and bring us around the SAFTI (Singapore Armed Forces Training Institude) It was opened in 1995 by Goh Chok Tong. Haaa~



Everyone is feeling bored and staring out the window~

Drove past the OCS where the officers receive training;





Went to see the tallest building there also;






We was also asked to see the rock sculpture, but there was a colourful bird on it, and I focused on that. Haaaa~



After the bus ride, we had a little break, and I took some photos of my friends!





Later, we went into the centre and saw some short films, then left. Waited at school for Mr Lim, but he was too tired, so we are painting on monday (: Candy going on thailand on monday! =(

Lols. (:

Cute babies!

Took the dogs, Bobby and Jojo, for a walk just now. They were running like lame bunnies and hopping around like it's their park. Soon, I was chasing them for 3 blocks, and saw Sunny and Ricky, walking towards the bus-stop I think.

Later, went to a sort of "friend" house. Neighbour house? Their jack russell gave birth, and I went to take a look. It was SO CUTE. There was already three dogs, and now it gave birth to more. She said that the dog might give birth more next day. I look forward going to their house. I carried the baby puppies, they were a bit wet, because during the time I went there, the dog just gave birth an hour before. They were drinking milk! There was blood in the towels of course, it was unavoidable. But she kept it quite clean. So cute la! I want one, but too bad, I have already three lazy pigs at home (:

WEEWEEWEE.

Hmm, as you can see, I put a song in my blog. All I have, by Jennifer Lopez. It is nice!


Well, anyway, we had our class photo taking today. The girls stood on the benches and the guys sat on the chairs or stood. It was very fast, and very fun. Lols. Received the rest of my results today, except for english paper one. Hope I can get it asap!

Chemistry today was .. weird. Mrs Gan forgot the lesson I think, and us, the students, actually have to go and remind her! She also told some of our pupils and ENCOURAGE them to drop pure chem. So weird. -.-'' Sian, wish Mdm yap can teach us next year!

Going on excursion to the Singapore Discovery Centre tomorrow. Haaaa~ Afterwards, it's painting!!! =DD

LALAS~

We were totally slacking in school today. Ahas.

I got my results, and it was okay, except my ADD MATHS!

Double and triple sian-ness. I got a frigging 40/80! Just pass, 50% only!

Feel so dejected man. Grrrr~

I kinda expected I failed, but I also left some hope. But still .. ~

NEH MIND!!!!!

So excited for the upcoming chalet!
LALALA~

Exams are over!

Back from hiatus, EXAMS ARE FRIGGING OVER. YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!~~

*Sigh* all the tests are like so hard today. OH ya, let me apologise to Christina, Jiawen they all. SORRY for not going with you all, I had to accompany Miss Wong. (:

After school, went to Compass Point with Candy to take my pictures for the Ezlink card, because it only allows school uniform-ed pictures. Later ate at Mos, and went to Hougang mall to make the ezlink. Cost me 19 bucks, and you will get it within FIVE minutes. Later met up with cherelle and Miss Wong with her daughter, Grace to go Taka mall, to buy some books for the Thailand children there, because the students going to the library are going to set up a library corner. Grace was so cute and funny. (:

Later, went to downtown east to book chalets. Took some pictures there somehow;



Candid; sorta. telling cute Grace to look at the screen.



Smile! (:(:(:



Bunny ears! =D




"Im staring onto space ... "



"BOO!"



*Having a sense of satisfaction* (:

Grace also tried taking photos of us using Miss Wong's camera. Took a video sommore!

Well, at last, not forgetting some pictures of us. LALA~






PS: Those in 3A, check out the forums for more details on the chalet. (: