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| * yuk chaii'm being so nostalgic now after checking out some of my ex classmates back in yuk chai on facebook, many thanks to jingying for the effort. wish i could attend the gathering too, must be really interesting to see how each of us changed. plus, i managed to look at some photos of the current yuk chai, and yes, it's so much better now makes me so envy.
i still remember yuk chai is not as popular as some other schools when i was standard 1, but mom just chose this school since it was the nearest to our house and my brothers attended too. and now, it's famous and the school is frigging rich.
people who attended chinese schools are trained to multitask, and always competing with each other. haha, i still remember we used to compete in many things, like who finish the homework first etc. we all have our own gangs and we just simply love to talk in class (or is it just me?). oh another silly thing we used to do is setting our watches to have the exact same time with the school bell, so we can always countdown when it rings. and yes, we already packed our bags and prepared to run as the bell rings. LOL we just love to compete for every single thing.
undoubtedly yuk chai brought me loads of joyful memories, but well, all good things come to an end.
but of course there are still many bad things that happened, like this one which i guess i repeated a million times, about the teacher who has the same surname as me. i know many people like her, but i don't, because she seriously sucks. i got a stroke from her because she thought that i did not do my work which i obviously did. it was science class and our homework was to prepare 2 slices of breads, one dry and another moist. we were supposed to put them separately in plastic bags, tighten and leave them for a week. i was actually quite looking forward to it and i did it immediately once i reached home on that day. and a week later, everyone brought their own breads to show her, unfortunately, mine were still white (i think because it's not tight enough) while i could still remember someone next to me, her breads were so moldy that created a huge contrast between mine and hers. so, she assumed that i did not do my work on time, and accused me that i just did it a day before. and, THAT B*TCH FREAKING CANED ME FOR THAT. sorry for being vulgar but can you imagine how much anger i had until today, i mean, hello, she did not even give me a chance to defend myself. urgh, i regretted of not telling my mom about this so she could complain and i might able to cane this ignorant teacher back for that (haha in my dreams obviously).
this is a photo i stole it from someone's site. this is where we were gathered every monday morning and forced to sing the 3 anthems, haha but the smart me lip-synced all the time so i will not get caught by those teachers. ahh, after all, i miss yuk chai. wish i could turn back time. till then, off to ice-skating! | | |
| * anythingi need more money. i need more money. i need more money.
watched transformers, and megan fox is undeniably hot. really hot.
went to chadstone twice, and i was so upset i can't buy that pair of jeans in armani exchange. for that moment i actually hope i was size 10 or more. okay seriously, just for that moment only.
been playing ds while i was home or on the train, many thanks to mr T. i nearly thought it's mine. haha.
and now, i'm kinda anxious because we're going to have our girls' day out later. all the girls are so looking forward, except me because yea, that's me, the paranoid me. and we even need to hide it from the boys.
is woolies having sales for tim tam now? i'm eating my last pack now which might not last even a day.
plus, my all time fav kolala and the new stranger emu are coming to melb soon. which is cool just that i'm really broke. hoping they will treat me since we are good friends. haha.
whooo that's the brief update now. i know it sucks, and i can't wait for the hot pot tonight!
till then.
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| * awesomenessthanks to sanwengyan, i'm once again being dissatisfied. OMG can you see how awesome is this? By just $1175 per week I could enjoy this spectacular view of Melbourne. "Just", haha I sound like my father's Li Ka-Shing. Urgh. I hate you Ms. Emu. Especially with the 'wai' documents!!! Eeeeeks! I want to stay there. I want to stay there. I want to stay there. Hahahahaha. Blame the after-exam craziness. Till then. | | |
| * father's day about momi'm probably one of the worst daughters on earth to have this intense 'discussion' with my dad on father's day. for the sake of mom's benefits which it's not suitable to disclose here, but don't worry it's not about them getting a divorce, lol.
honestly, some people stumbled upon the question of saving your dad first or your mom, but i don't, at all. i will definitely choose mom over dad in any circumstances. so, that's why i had this discussion with dad as we both have different opinions on what's best for mom. well we haven't come to a conclusion but i have this strong feeling that i'm losing anyway.
and if it's true, i basically can just write a full stop for my dream. yea, i actually cried more than 20 minutes in shower to mourn the death of my dream.
for now, i shall just leave it behind, after kelvin's inspiring speech.
in fact, i always forget the fact that my dad's the breadwinner. even though i will always love mom more, but i still love you dad.
happy father's day.
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| * the chronicles of SWThe chronicles of SW, yes, me. These are what happened to me all these years, and what a big failure I'm today.
I knew I was extraordinary when I was in kindergarten, where I looked down on some people, being arrogant and happy. I woke up everyday feeling that life was good because I was extraordinary, I made my mom proud.
And then, I still believed that I was extraordinary in primary, just that I did not put in much efforts. So, I was still happy and occasionally looked down on some people. I still made my mom proud occasionally.
Yet suddenly, the thought of being extraordinary called in question when I was in secondary. I hate to acknowledge the fact that I might not be extraordinary, trying hard to think that I could still be extraordinary, but did not try hard enough to prove it. I barely remembered if I made my mom proud at all.
And now, honestly, I'm no more than ordinary. Period.
I tried my best to hide every negative thought or feeling in front of my mom, and I even lied to her about the existence of this blog. So, I swear that I will hate you if you let her know about this. Seriously.
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