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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Feel terrible, though results are expected.

What should I do? Stay or leave? Perhaps I dont even know what I want.

I'm like forever caught in a dilemma... :/

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Monday, November 16, 2009

Somehow this picture gives me a very refreshing feeling. The starfish lying on warm & smooth sand, getting washed by waves every minute. I like the picture, though maybe it's made using the computer & not taken in real life.

Went for lectures today & I think it's rather a waste of time. GP was about some blogging stuff & maths went ok. Mr Chow's funny actions & voice kept me awake. I guess if not for his entertainment, I will be falling asleep halfway through the lecture. :P

Though there's lessons for these last 2 weeks before holidays (which I have been looking forward to LONG AGO), I kinda like the arrangement. It's not that stressful & packed everyday. BUT! They can reduce the timing for breaks on certain days because it's gonna be super boring waiting for the next lesson. :/

Off for dinner now. Ok, more of supper. :D

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

This feeling is good. I like it. Finally there's a break, a break where we can really DO NOTHING! PW is offcially over. No need to rush through PI, GPP, EoM, WR and lastly, OP anymore. YES!!!!! :D

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Wednesday, November 04, 2009


It's time to save our earth. Anyone and everyone can play a part. Start small and let's make a huge difference alright? :D

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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

It is freaking boring in school right now. The gap between MT and PW is just too long. Cant they put the timing for both lessons closer so I can at least leave school earlier? There's so much extra things I can do outside school. But now? Stuck in cafe. Glad I had my laptop with me, otherwise I think I can go crazy just waiting for 2 and a half hours.

Well actually humans are weird isnt it? When our schedule are so packed that we have little breaks, we complain about being tired. But when suddenly our timetable is kinda empty, we also complain, and this time is about being bored. When can we ever be satisfied with our lives? I wonder....

Ok, cant think of anything else to post. So see you (:

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Monday, October 26, 2009

I read this story on my friend's blog. It was touching, really.

Love your mom.
My mom only had one eye. I hated her. She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.

The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only has one eye!" I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear.. I confronted her that day and said, "If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?" My mom did not respond.... I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts, Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her Grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my children!

"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"

And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," And she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear...

They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

"My dearest son, I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see.........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you, Your mother..."

Moral of story: Treasure the loved ones beside you. You will never know, they could have sacrificed for you to an extent that you can never imagine. Dont regret only after you lose them...

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