-edit- i type finish den realise this post so long... din noe so many things going on inside my head today.. poor mind... and it doesn't even gets paid... -edit-
Hehe my blog now got new "patron"... haha ... must be prepared for more vulgarities wor... i type more than just cheebye in here. hahahahaa. I go..
KaNiNaBeIcHaoChEebYe!!!
hahahaa... got capital & small letters somemore...
MS actually not really that bad. I just dun like the shit that the rest of the comm has to face. And I just don't like to see my friends working so hard for logistics and then still not get appreciated. Worse still, they get scolded for the wrongs that they did not, and i repeat, DID NOT commit. It freaking pisses me off.
but my ex- sign lang classmates are so really sweet. Esp D. he keeps msging us to jiayou. he even called me during e rehearsal say the old class wanna take foto. how sweet is dat! dat's one of e reasons why i like going to stand 6. and coz the group of them were in the first few rows i could talk to them.. and feel quite cheered and less stressed...
I had thought today would be a bad day. I walk into the room and see lotsa ppl from XXX and yah sianz den later still drop the swivel table. I could've punched my middle finger into the wall.
Almost kena relapse again. luckily no sharp object near me and most of my open wounds heal oredi...After that quite alrite lah... tuition over den 4 of us went for dinner... quite a happy dinner though i felt like a silly duck, acting like a kid...
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I din noe how to start this. But well, I've made lots of wrong decisions in life. Many opportunities I've let slipped because of my low self-confidence. Alot of rash choices dat I wish I didn't choose. And there were the few positions (very very few positions) I took up thinking I could handle but failed in the end. Yes I screwed up.
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thanx to everyone in cor who believed in me... sorry i let u all down le.
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wah today alot of things to type leh...
just thought I'd note this down. coz juz now on the bus, saw this indian man wif one leg, he hopped onto the bus. he was in some old dirty clothes, hair quite grey n unkempt, naturally give ppl impression dat he not clean. then the moment he sat down he started mumbling to himself. every now and then he would exclaim abit. the lady who initially sat beside him got up immediately. after a few stops, he got off. hopped a little den he sat down beside a man (the bus haven't moved yet so I was still looking at him). The man immediately got up, looking quite disgusted.
I wonder if my response would be e same if the indian man sat next to me. would I keep staring at him? would I be scared of him? would he have been this ostracized if he were chinese?
what if I was him? I dunno if he knows what he's thinking, but to come out in the public like this takes a hell lot of strength and courage. and patience as well. And it's tall and skinny, not ur average strong fit can-run-very-fast indian.
I dunno why lah meet person like him. Somemore on e bus only I looking at him coz i look around the bus, everyone looking elsewhere but at him loh. but really lah... such ppl puts me in deep thoughts.
wat a distraction. sets me off my normal path.
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havent finish yet. paiseh leh. can stop here den continue another day bah. this para about my mother. this morning go market with my daddy. dunno go how many times liao, think 3 times since my mother had her operation. actually everytime I can go market for her, i feel very happy de. I really like to go market. but the main reason is coz everyone in the market knows my mother. so go market really quite fun for me. somemore coz i more cheerful these days, not that dull serious girl anymore, easier to mix around with the aunties. make mistakes oso wont feel so paiseh. haha. that's why everytime i hear my sis complain about having to go market i get very angry. and if my daddy also go market sleepy, i will also be very angry.
my mother really put in alot for this family. if we can't even go market for her, we not fit to be her children, her family.
I a few days never wash her wounds for her. past few days my daddy wash for her. today I wash for her. i see her wounds my heart really wanna cry. Wash once a day only really not enough loh. Somemore she still does the cooking. her wounds can get infected so easily loh. wish I dun hafta sleep den I can be awake in the morning to wash her wounds a 2nd time. then maybe it'll heal faster. my mother never complain anything pain one loh. dat time her hand kena cut by glass then bleeding she still run around getting things settled b4 she guai guai go hospital get 3 stitches loh. So painful oso never complain pain. Her leg got problem, hand got problem, sick oso never complain. At night never sleep coz take care of my aunt, by right not supposed to carry heavy things but she still help support my aunt, she lidat oso never complain. Just now I wash her wounds I see her bear with the pain, hear her say pain, I really cannot imagine how much pain she going through loh... aaaahhhh...
i so lucky to have such a loving father. even more lucky to have such a strong mother. Everybardee jia you k! I love u both!!!
yeah finally finish le...
dunno if will rain 2nite... my inbuilt weather forecast quite accurate lately...