Preciousness.
Value.
To be weighed.
Maybe, it's time for some drastic measure.
LOL.
'cause I love myself too much.
Or maybe...this is just a passing extreme craziness.
♥ much loves, 3:29 PM
This is for you.
Yes, this is the post, not yesterday's, that is for you, Mr A.
I don't know what led you to that misunderstanding...
But again, it doesn't matter how, but rather why.
I just felt that...some thing's changed since that incident.
Don't you agree?
& I'm sure you know which incident.
Somehow, everything became kind of false and virtual.
We became more polite.
We became more wary and careful while approaching the other.
Does it need to come to here?
There was a type when a friendship was forged.
To help.
To laugh.
To joke.
Somehow, it got lost.
Was it my fault?
Or was it you who err?
Again, it doesn't matter anymore.
At a point in time, I was sincere in helping.
Really very sincere in helping.
I hope you sensed it.
I wanted you to do well.
Wanted you to have greater aspirations.
Wanted you to enter a good school.
'cause that's what a friend should do, I tell myself.
But, one day, you snapped at me.
I guess, it was then, a crack form.
Why do I mind so much, you may ask.
The reason is simple.
You snapped because of something I want to help you in.
Something I tried my best to do.
I can't help but feel that everything is just so unfair and unappreciated.
I'm sorry.
The next day, the crack widened.
Perhaps I was too obstinate.
Perhaps I was too idealistic.
Perhaps I had overestimated my abilities.
I had thought that I was able to help you.
I had thought I was that few friends who can help you in the academics area.
Yes, I can't help you in your CCA aspect, or any other aspect.
But, I just thought, I could help you in one aspect.
& I tried.
But I guess, that wasn't enough.
May hap, I was being too self-centered, thinking that you should work hard since I'm helping.
Who am I?
Just a friend.
I don't actually possess the power to motivate you.
Yes, and that's why it got tiring, for me, that is.
On many occasions, I felt very tired.
Yet, I didn't tell you 'cause I know something will happened, and that is this.
This strained friendship.
The unwillingness of you.
Both of us getting defensive.
Both of us getting paranoid.
It's not fun.
Not fun at all.
But I guess, we both can't help it.
♥ much loves, 10:15 AM
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Rants.
Sometimes, you meet friends who only approach you for help.
They only sms or talk to you in msn when they need your help.
Kind of irritating.
But again, you'll think.
"They're friends. Forget it."
:x
Or perhaps, they can only approach you.
Highly unlikely but, sometimes, self-dillusion helps.
♥ much loves, 8:17 PM
Brake or Break?
I'm having sleeping problems recently.
Oh my mama!
D:
Toss'n'turn;
Flip'n'flop.
It doesn't do me any good.
&, finally, when I'm feeling sleepy.
3 people took turns to wake me up.
Oh my mama! x2
D:
Thank you, WeiLi.
Thank you, Brian.
Thankyou, ONGTINGYAN.
(No sarcasm intended!)
* smiles sweetly *
LOL.
WeiLi CALLED to ask me to remember to hand in the Times magazine form.
~!@#$%^&*()
Brian SMSED to confirm about the 35 bucks prom ticket.
~!@#$%^&*() x2
TingYan SMSED to ask about the word 'aggravate' for a lil' short story on her blog.
~!@#$%^&*() x3
& TINGYAN.
CAN YOU SEE?
You interrupted my sleep twice 'cause that prom ticket to be sold is Y.O.U.R.S too.
:p
LOL.
OK.
ENTERTAINMENT ENDED.
Back to work.
P/S.
IDOL(s) for the moment: B E E S .
For they're hardworking.
For they digest the information - nectar - they are given to something useful - pollen.
Yes, cliché .
:p
Took it from those hmt comprehensions.
LOL.
♥ much loves, 10:46 AM
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
360 degress turn.
OMG.
I'm now very, very, very, very, very, very happy.
Paper.
Full of substance.
MAKE ME SO PROUD.
Lalalala.
:D
OMG.
LOL.
& I guess this is what will be lacking if I get all my resources from others.
Hours in front of a computer screen.
Finally.
The product.
Sense of achievement.
HOKAY.
Snap back to reality.
Where's the A1?
C.O.M.I.N.G.
Yes, I sound cocky.
Your problem?
But really, if it turns out not to be an A1 don't come and tease me.
I'll bite off your head.
:p
LOL
♥ much loves, 4:31 PM
The special concoction.
Two drops of guilt.
Three drops of defiance.
One drop of irritation.
one drop of frustration.
One drop of exasperation.
One drop of boredom.
One final drop of ignorance.
The mixture.
Mixture of feelings.
♥ much loves, 2:54 PM
The-past.
Today's subject is...
...
...
...
Mango!
LOL.
Randomness rules.
(:
That's that.
But then, it's an ancient thing.
LOL.
That's a crazy period, coming to think of it.
My childish past.
(:
But, I like.
Nehnehnipoopoooooo.
BYE.
p/s:
The power of typo-queen.
How I spell filament:
fukanebt.
:/
♥ much loves, 9:08 AM
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Please go home.
Guess what.
PM Lee Hsien Long is a stone's throw away from me.
Grah.
Darn noisy.
Please go home.
Go go go go go.
Some opening ceremoney at the Greenridge Shopping Centre.
2 days.
2 days.
Opening ceremony marathon?
Trying to break a Guiness World Record?
LOL.
♥ much loves, 10:42 AM
*sniffles*
Everybody, say hello to Mr. Flu.
"GOOD MORNING."
Darn.
Go away, Mr Flu.
Don't pester me.
:p
ROAR
ROAR
ROAR
♥ much loves, 8:53 AM
Saturday, October 11, 2008
A weird week.
Last week, I told myself, I shall not approach anyone.
Well, basically I was just have a sense of fatigue of human kind.
So, I decided that I shan't take the initiative to greet and talk to people.
A few days gone by, and I realised I failed terribly.
I guess, I have the habit of talking to people and greeting people.
Ha.
What an irony.
Sometimes, when I think too much, I really get very tired.
Tired at situations thataren't going according to what I have in mind.
:/
Sick of so many, many things.
At the same time, elated at so many, many things.
I enjoy giving.
Yet, it gets tiring after a while.
:/
Perhaps, life is all aout striking a balance.
Give and take.
Give and take.
Give and take.
Don't ya think we all focuses too much on what we have given others and not what we've taken from others?
Less demanding.
More appreciative.
Everything'll be so much more beautiful.
♥ much loves, 8:23 PM
Friday, October 10, 2008
5 random facts.
HOKAY.
5 recent, random facts about tjl.
1. I'm having severe indigestion problem now.
2. I'm chatting with WeiLi on msn now.
3. It's kinda confirm that I'll be having tuition with 2 brothers next year. SO, income of 220 per month.
4. I'm going a buffet on Sunday 'cause there's a new baby!
5. I like the channel 8 detective drama! :D
Actually, I wanted to state 10 facts, but...I can't think of anything much.
D:
♥ much loves, 3:08 PM
At home.
Waha, have been spending time at home!
So, today, I played badminton with mamamamaaaaa early in the morning.
:D
It's such a looooooong time since I played badminton with her.
(:

& I say it's time I know what in the world is treasure and cherish.
After O, time with mama!
(:
<3
♥ much loves, 2:50 PM
Thursday, October 9, 2008
No air.
& as I listened to "No air" by Jordin Sparks, I feel breathless.
'cause I thought of a black metallic object that dropped into a bowl-like structure in an ancient building.
Whenever there was some distinct radiation, it will sound the song- no air.
Why?
Damn it.
My heart ache.
LOL.
I.
MUST.
GET.
IT.
FIXED.
Now is just not the time.
Bloody idiotic.
♥ much loves, 7:03 PM
Let's be cheerful!
& the fairytale my dearest mama always tell me before I sleep.

CHECK IT OUT, YO!
:D
I share with you a drop of my craziness.
DAILY DOSAGE KKKk!
♥ much loves, 1:25 PM
I'm happy today!
HOKAY.
'cause I'm happy, I shall post about unhappy things!
Sometimes, I feel very discouraged to study.
To ace my Os, to do well.
I study for who, and for what, I often ask myself.
Yes, I know, it's for my own good.
However, there are friends, who'll tell me, "Wah! If I can get your results, my mom will dance already."
Yes.
But, will mine?
No.
& yes, a conversation recently confirmed my doubts about this subject.
Well, apparently, after nagging 3 children to study hard and blah, blah, blah, my mom just felt that there was no need to repeat the whole leacture to me, the fourth kid she has.
So, it's my dad's turn.
Then. my mom began saying if I was to score well in the os, it's my father's efforts.
So, I just ask, "Why is it not my effort?"
& the both of them just bluntly, and tactlessly, replied, " 这是你的本分。"
Simply meaning, it's my duty.
Yes, it's mine.
But, can they please recognise that A1s do not drop from the sky?
One has to jump, and jump, and jump before pinching it.
Not as though I'm a natural born genius with an IQ of 200, albeit having a higher than average IQ.
It's just so disheartening to confirm my suspicions that my parents would either be nonchalent or just plain disappointed with my results.
Yes, it does seems great that I can get great results.
Yet, so?
When I get the supposedly great results, no one would be happy hur.
They will just feel that it's normal and expected.
Just kind of doused my mood to study.
At the end of the day, I would only have them being neutral about good results, or disappointed about bad results.
Where's the happiness?
& the saying that goes, with higher expectation, comes more disappointment should be changed to, with higher expectation, goes your happiness.
Ain't that right?
& it's true under any circumstances.
Sometimes, it's really very, very pressurising to do well in something.
Expectations rise, competitions rise.
All these strains relationship.
How can pure and genuine friendship exist under scheming environment?
It can't.
& I'm disappointed with someone else too.
Once, you did the same thing.
I thought that you agreed with the saying that friends should be truthful?
Oh yes?
Now what?
You are telling me you don't know how to communicate now.
Great, I say.
What about then?
Have you forgotten how you have taken another role?
You made me feel as though you only say things to your benefits.
You only fo things that is to your advantage.
Advantage to your current circumstances.
& yes.
Os coming.
Coming.
♥ much loves, 11:09 AM
Monday, October 6, 2008
WELLDONE.
*plop*
& the phone went down, into the toilet bowl.
Well done, tohjiale, well done.
Great.
& now the whole screen just can't sense.
What the fuck.
♥ much loves, 4:18 PM
Thank you.
I told myself I'll rush to use the computer for 15 minutes.
& this is what I saw.
Thank you, so very very much.
Let me see, I think this is the very first time I'm so touched by you.
LOL.
& no I'm not that 255 girl she mentioned.
Not.
LOL.
(:
Off to bathe..and it's GRADUATION DAY.
Great.
♥ much loves, 9:25 AM
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Statue.
Stony mood.
I feel tired suddenly.
♥ much loves, 4:22 PM
Graduating.
Yes, it's the time to say goodbyes.
:/
这种复杂的心情,我不喜欢。
不舍中夹杂着一丝丝的后悔。
后悔自己没学会珍惜。
为自己没时刻的保持微笑感到内疚。
天下没不散之席。
的确。
但,时间会冲淡大家的记忆吗?
在彼此人生旅途中所留下的脚印会被磨平吗?
深怕时间有如海浪,高潮时,便把沙滩上所有的脚印洗去,不留半点足迹。
人乃时间之奴。
个人的不愿不代表什么。
渺小。
但,不舍归不舍。
我不愿在最后的时刻与时间赛跑。
我不愿在近日落时努力地拼命制造回忆。
因为,我只仅仅想保存大家最自然的表情、反应与言行举止。
不求任何发人深省或感人肺腑的言语。
不含任何伪装的动作而是发自内心的话。
仅如此,如此而已。
或许显得略冷漠无情、不慎珍惜但我只是单纯的想保存自己认为是最真实的画面。
因为,它们才是最值得叫人留念的回忆。
人往往都是完美主义者,特别是近终点时。
但,此时,我最不想看到的就是因为快要离别所以大家才和和气气的。
有何必要?
& yes, it's been a long time since I posted in chinese.
'cause I just don't know how to express myself in English currently.
I just want to go after memories without pretense, without anything.
Memories of incidents that happens.
Not memories that are made 'cause everything is ending.
It'll be pointless.
I'll miss most of the people in my class.
D:
All I want, is quality time spent.
♥ much loves, 3:11 PM
Stiffled.
It's time for farewells.
I don't like pretense.
Thank you, everyone.
I don't know what to post.
What's in the future?
Am I happy?
No longer, no longer.
Goodbye.
♥ much loves, 12:21 PM
Thursday, October 2, 2008
EMPTY.
GOSH.
I AM SO VERY VERY VERY...
TIRED!
First day in school for the week.
Feeling darn tired now.
Wanna sleep.
*yawns*
Great, & this is why I don't go to school.
I have no idea, but I'll always be like...so overwhelmed with fatigue.
Most probably due to the fcat that I go around "boo-ing", "hello-ing" and delivering butt slaps.
Gosh.
I should really learn to conserve my energy.
:p
zzz.
DREAMLAND, don't come and find me so soon.
It's just 6.45pm now.
D:
GRAH.
I AM VERY...
zzz.
*snorts*
*snores*
BURP.
LOL. Have been burping all day long to entertain LOWWEILUN.
:/
*UUURP.*
*URP.*
*a...URP*
*URP.*
Till I felt like vomiting.
:/
TSK.
SEE?
Waste of energy again.
:x
GRAH.
UGH.
GROWL.
ROAR.
TIRED.
VERY.
TIRED.
VERY.
VERY.
TIRED.
*conserving energy*
Bye!
& this ends a redundant post.
OHOH.
I just though of how free I'll be after Os.
No way will I work.
LOL.
About...75% sure.
HAHA.
I WANNA ENJOY AND LET LOOSE.
& go crazy!
(Officially)
LOL.
♥ much loves, 6:43 PM
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
It's lighter already.
Feeling damn...overwhelmed, so I took out a book and read.
& read...
& read,
& read.
I feel so much better now.
Not 'cause of the plot, but the feeling of reading.
LOLS.
Guess what I read.
A non-fiction story about 4 groups of children.
One of which imprinted deeply in my mind.
A pair of twins, a girl and a boy, was abused by their parent, with their mom the mastermind.
They would be called to the bed room, and be sexually abused.
The boy by his mom, the girl by her dad.
Sometimes, they'ld be ordered to have sex with each other in front of their parents.
They have a bedroom in the house, but they rarely slept there.
They would be punished, when they did something which is not to their mom's liking, to hide in a closet, as big as a coffin.
In darkness.
Or, they'll just be forced into a shed, and locked in there.
They lived their live in shed filled with their own faeces and urine.
Imagine the smell.
:/
They weren't given food, & their sole company was a cat.
The cat will always sit by the edge of the window.
They learn to catch birds, and eat them raw from the cat, 'cause they were just too hungry.
It doesn't taste nice, but they still ate it.
In winter, still kept in the shed, they had no blankets at all.
The girl, so desperate for warmth, cuddled the cat and her brother while sleeping.
That night, her mom came into the shed.
Seeing them seeking solace and comfort from the cat, she grabbed the cat up.
That's not the end.
She took it to the kitchen, ordering the dad to hold the cat still.
Welding a knife, she ended the cat's life.
Cruel.
Yes.
But, (yes, but), what else did she do?
She, stuffed vegetable in the cat and cooked it, forcing the two siblings to eat it.
When they only pick out the vegetable to eat, she hit them, forcing them to eat the cat, their only friend.
Tell me, is this sick or what?
I always feel so ignorant reading such stories.
& it's just something to share, 'cause not many of use know such things are going on in the world.
Cherish.
Treasure.
2 words that people often than not hang by their mouth.
Yet, they don't always do it.
It's true.
Who knows how to hold on to things before losing them?
However, when we know how to, it's often too late.
Too many things taken for granted.
Too many.
D:
I wonder.
Is it better to have it and lose it or is it better to never have it before?
Be it, love, friendship and money.
It's worth debating.
LOL.
Yes, with every loss, we grow.
But, with every loss, there comes a regret too.
Growing because one regret, doesn't sound too nice hur.
:/
& today, I suddenly got an urge to become a psychologist again.
LOL.
Or, a social worker.
Find me in 10 years time.
By then, I should have a career, I hope.
Lol.
& yes, my interest.
1. Psychologist/social worker
2. Journalist
3. Doctor, but I fear I can't make it.
(But wouldn't it be fun? I can issue mc to myself!)
& I just feel like understanding the world better.
Why the selfish acts, why the disapproval, why the judging attitude.
The world, is by far, a cracked vase.
Looking from afar, it's so pretty.
Yet, on a closer look, it's full of cracks.
& it's ready to fall apart anytime.
What?
When?
Which?
Who?
How?
The five questions we were brought up to ask.
But, it's not everytime, we get to have all those answers.
People evade.
People lie.
What's the truth?
Nothing, except whatever you know in your heart.
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm too much of an open book.
Too open with my feelings, leaving them hangin on my face.
Too open with my opnions and thoughts, allowing them to flow in here.
I don't like to hide.
But.
It's not a nice feeling at times.
Like,you shared, but yet, looking around, doors are locked on you.
Yea?
Somehow, somewhere.
But, there's nothing you can do.
N o t h i n g .
LOL.
But, still cheerful and optimistic yea?
At times, one has to learn to live in self-dillusion.
By telling yourself that it's all a coincidence will be a good way.
By telling yourself they don't mean it that way.
(:
& off i go, off i go.
I'm still blogging, and blogging, and blogging.
Shall do one last thing.
:D
♥ much loves, 6:09 PM
In the deepest corner of my heart.
Fear.
Of balloons, if you know what I mean.
Lost.
Fear of just one little balloon with its string cut off.
I don't make sense.
Happy children's day.
♥ much loves, 1:18 AM