P.S.

This is for Zijia... let's work towards our dreams and slap the shit out of each other when either of us falters. Cheers!

Why???

Why do things happen without a reason? First it was the tsunami and now the earthquake? Why does tragedy strikes? Why do things happen with no apparent reason? Fellow Christians will tell me that is it all God's will but what exactly is God's will? Is it just a phrase we use for convenience? Does it truely explain why shit happens from time to time? How come no one uses God's will when something good happens? Why are some born so unfortunate? Why do people have to suffer poverty, illness, pain, anxiety, stress, depression, etc. Why can we be happy? Just like that. We have to strive, suffer and fight.

But amid the insanity and unreasonableness of the world, I believe in the human spirit. If we allow it to surface and take charge instead of hiding it under our cloaks of self-defence mechanisms.

Oh one piece of news. MOE called me last evening and told me that I'm short-listed for the Gifted program. No I'm not 12 years too late. Am to teach the program. And they gave me exactly 24 hours to accept or reject the missio.. task. But problem is I'm not sure I'm up to the challenge. You, I have been teaching 11 year olds who do not know their left from their right and what is 6 x 7. Now I might have to teach kids who (according to Loserboi) are a zillion times smarter than me. I admit that's true. Well one step at a time we just have to deal with what life throws at us I guess.

Wah piang! This was like ages ago! When will we all meet again? In happiness, food and being altogether insane.


Potluck @Genia's

I go my way

All round is haste, confusion, noise
For power and wealth men stretch the day
From dawn til dusk. But quietly
I go my way.

For glitter, show, to taunt the crowd,
Desire-tossed in wild dismay,
Men sell their souls. But quietly
I go my way.

The green of all the field is mine,
The stars, the night, the wind at play,
A peaceful heart, while quietly
I go my way.

Happiness

To be without desire is to
be content. But contentment is not
Happiness. And in contentment
there is no progress. Happiness is
to desire something, to work
for it, and to obtain at least a part
of it.

Whatever else you do

Whatever else you do or forbear,
Impose upon yourself the task of happiness;
and now and then abandon yourself
to the joy of laughter.

And however much you condemn
the evil in the world, remember that the
world is not all evil; that somewhere
children are at play, as you yourself in the
old days; that women still find joy
in the stalwart hearts of men;

And that men, treading with restless feet
their many paths, may yet find refuge
from storms of the world in the cheerful
house of love.

Poke Poke

I never knew how much patience I have until I joined teaching. I realised I have an inexhaustible amount of patience for kids but a short fuse for adults. Adults should know better than to wallow in self pity and mumble jumble about the world around them. Actually I'm rather guilty of wallowing in self pity. Am trying to snap out of it.

The kids are ever so optimistic in spite of their backgrounds. They smile and laugh at the slightest thing. Some of us should really feel ashamed when we complain. There's this girl whose parents are drug addicts. Despite all this, she works hard and never a day passes without her smiling and thanking you. Most of them are latchkey kids. They either return to an empty home or to the maid. And imagine your mother telling your teacher that she wished she had never had you. Have anyone of you failed all 3 subjects every year since you are Primary 1? There's more but my heart aches when I type.

Hence there is no more space in my heart to pity wallowing adults who seem to think the world revolves around them and that the world owes them something.

Talking about patience. For those of you who know me, I'm an aggressive foul-mouthed bitch. Retribution befell upon me when this ADHD girl kept poking my head during an excursion. I didn't feel angry because I knew it was her condition that was making her do that. I would have murdered someone if it was Loserboi or any other person who pokes my head.

1....2....3.....4....5...6....7....8.........10 000

My avid readers should have noticed the new counter I added. Heh help me up the number hor. Must win Loserboi who keeps refreshing his own blog.

My red ink pen

My mum bought like 50 red ink pens for me. It's a steal at 5 cents each *rubs hand gleefully*. Imagine all the crosses and evil comments I can make. muahahahah.
Life is really at a all new low now. The trench just got deeper. Am finding it hard to climb out. Fuck.

Marking is really the bane of teachers. Repetition really kills the brain so excuse my typos. Am running low on stickers..the school should provide stuff like this ....I'm getting poor after buying my Mum's Soo Kee earrings ($600), Robin, Bobby and Mikeal ($300) and well..some other stuff lah =P. Poor me. Boo hoo cry sniff spit smelly spit. Can't wait to get my Dip in June...increment yea! I want to be a tai tai!!!!

ooo guess who! 

Liar Liar pants on fire

Those were the days when Joe was my slacking kaki. We could visit obscure places like the Civil Defence Heritage center, go for suppers and play tennis. (Carebear's racket is collecting dust on top of my cupboard... sorry Carebear!). Now that he found a job, I'm left with Loserboi. How patheic can I get? VERY. I actually met Loserboi for 3 days in a row during the March school holidays! Either I've lost my mind or am in the processing of plotting a murder. However I must say that Loserboi is useful for giving advice on buying furniture and koping BK vouchers from unsuspecting counter staff. And you won't believe his crestfallen face when he found out that his Ikea Friends card that he had for a year, could actually redeem 2 free drinks everytime he goes there. Hah! Imagine all the drinks he 'wasted' liao.

Talking about drinks, looks like our resident clubber is getting wasted on drinks again.


Liar Liar Pants on fire

HDB ROM blah blah blah

Damn we are reaching the age where the buzz words are 'HDB', 'ROM' and 'baby bonus' ( in this order). I feel bloody old. Like Joe, I too received my 'little black book". The only good thing about SDU is the free magazines and useless freebies that come along with the compulsory membership.

Inspired byLoserboi's list of who will get married first, I came out with a Hall 8 cum marketing list. But am no good with lists. Perhaps someone would like to give a stab at it. Anyway I've got this nagging feeling that Joe and Loserboi will be fighting for the last spot.


Crystal's Wedding...yes yes yes long over due

The moment of truth

The moment of truth has arrive. After reading about the newspaper report on how Singapore contributed to the arbitrary change to the BMI index for Asians, my health fanatic nut of a mother started to measure our height and weight. Gleefully using my long lost calculator (don't ask me how she always manages to find my things when I can't seem to fathom their location in my own room) , she announced our family's BMI to the whole bloody world. Mind you, the whole bloody world only includes my 2 aunts but... ... you know what I mean.

Anyway, my mum's an unhealthy 18.3. She is underweight and at risk for osteoporosis. At the other end of the spectrum is my dad. At a BMI of 24.5, he gobbles food every 2 hours. And I mean a hell load of food every 2 hours. Parked in the middle is my brother and I. My brother's BMI is 21 and mine's 19.5. I wonder who will we take after in this aspect. Both ways seem to be a dead end. Oh well so much for my weirdo family.

To those in the know, I'm happily typing on Robin's lower part (oooo kinky:) and sitting on Bonny's comfortable lap/thigh/whatever. Mikeal is an outcast. But he's the one with the 4 wheels wwwwwweeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

D Day

Tomorrow's the DAY. The day when I might just have made the biggest mistake of my life. The day when Robin beckons, when Bonny comes over from the ocean and when Mikeal parks in the ledge. Tomorrow will be the day when I realise how much fucking rubbish I have in my drawers, how heavy is my stupid lao kok kok CRT monitor and how much dust have I accumulated in the deep dark nether regions of my table. Tomorrow shall come. And I shall survive.

Can't wait... ...

1. For my new spanking but freaking expensive Ikea furniture to arrive.
2. For my practicum to be over. I had it with writing lesson plans and being Ground Zero for sai kang missiles.
3. For LoserBoi to start school and get off everyone's backs.
4. And for LoserBoi to meet his 'brothers' ... Cheeky, Donavan, Andy etc.
5. To go swimming tomorrow at 230pm when the whole bloody world is working. Ah..the perks of being a teacher.
6. For Good Friday to arrive.
7. To see Steven on Saturday.
8. To watch "Magadascar"
9. To know when will it all end... ...

Request by LoserBoi

Alright LoserBoi. Since you requested, here's the only photo I have of you. Enjoy.


LoserBoi and frens

Haven

I never thought I would say this. I miss hall life. Hall was like a retreat for me. Somehow people and things in hall do not seem that real. Relationships are different and life was like simple. It was a haven for those with pesky families and no room to call their own. Hall was a saviour. I became sane during hall. Sometimes I wonder how my life would have been if i did not stay in hall 8. But "what ifs" in life is a total waste of time. Now i can only look at the photos and remember the good, the bad and the,well, ugly moments in hall. Meeting Steven, sports Comm, Orientation,underwear thief, stupid VietCong guy who stole my JCRC t-shirt, eating all the brands of instant food, bathing and being serenaded by Huiling, scaring Joe at 6am, cursing down the corridor, blasting music through lousy Cambridge speakers, steamboat, mahjong, carrom, Zhen Qing, oogling babes and hunks at the pool, getting tanned effortlessly, plotting to kill the freaking birds, doing my own laundry, eating Jas and cors' food and chatting into the wee hours with jia.

Fuck I miss hall. My life seem so boring now. Hate to grow up. Life expects more of you when you grow up. Fun is no longer a priority. Fuck.

Hall 8

Damn fishes

Tioman

This was the best trip of my life ableit the persistent gambling by the guys. Mah-Jong in Tioman (really!) and Chor Dai Di from Tioman to Singapore. I still remember the bois trying to make Shihui drunk but they foiled their own plot by giving her smelling salts a.k.a orange peel. Included in the intinery.... taking gazillions of seriously stupid photos (see above). Shihui insisted on having her 'liu xing hua yuan' Kodak moment. Am too embarrassed to publish that incriminating photo. Oh those were the days... like a twirling air balloon.

NIE fiends..opps! Friends!

Ah Blur, Princess Jasmine and Me!
These 2 girls are the saving graces of NIE. Without them, I wouldn't have lunching partners, bitching sessions, book buying Q kakis and all together one hellava time. Thanks babes for all your TLC and clowning around, making me feel sane amidst all the bloody assignments and horrid projects.

This is for ah blur.... oei u %!^@!% STOP TUAING us!

1..2..3... Awwwwww...........

Annika & Natalia
I can't believe that *#&%* of a Donna can produce such lovely daughters! Better not send my blog URL to her before she starts charging me copyright fee. That woman would sell her daughters (okie mabbe just 1) to hu a 13 yao.