NO.

oh my goodness.
This is BAD.
This is TERRIBLE
I can't believe myself sometimes.
Was NOT what I MEANT.
What was I thinking?
Why wasn't I thinking?
I'm a horrid, insensible, silly and impertinant.
I ought to be hung, and I will be,
by my own conscience.

Quotes

Life is like a swing that you're stuck in, its only when you get out of the momentum and vomit that everything feels better.
-Sage Carolyn Lai-

Vomit stinks
-Kindergarden teacher Carolyn Lai-

A swing is a inappropriate simile for life. Life really should be alluded to hope and vibrancy, not a monotonous, confined movement!
-Idealistic Literature student Carolyn Lai-

Shut up brain
-ME-

THE NEW YEAR

OK, the new year is here, so its a good reason to post a post that should have been posted in the original calander, first Jan.

But whatever, I choose to follow the course of the moon, the roots of my ancestors, the astronomical studies of ancient china that so precisely maps time, to decide when to start blogging.

and I have nothing I want to say but HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!

BYE.

A grief observed

C.S Lewis is just this amazing man and a terribly terrible gifted author.

I could go on and on..

Going to go through the whole of Chronicles of Narnia, except the lion the witch and the warddrobe, cause the movie is still fresh in my head.

But closer to my heart is not his fictional creations, but his reflections.

I'm always amazed that he married an american author whom he corresponded through letters, and reading "a Grief observed" makes me even more amazed at his love for her.
He married, knowing that she had cancer, and loved, all the same, or even more.

My favourite quotes: (before i have to return this bk to the library =( )

"It was H I loved. As if I wanted to fall in love with my memory of her, an image in my own mind! It would be sort of incest."

He came to the realisation that we can't fall in love with purely our imaginings or the other person. But to embrace her as who she was, and not some day dream of what he wanted her to be. Our own memories are often coloured by our own thoughts, emotions. . and not that that is wrong. . . but lewis realised that we if we love solely based on that, is it not but only a love for ourselves? Incest..such a strong word.

" Apparently it's like that. Your bid- for God or no God, for a good God or the Cosmic Sadist, for eternal life or nonentity- will not be serious if nothing much is staked on it. And you will never discover how serious it was until the stakes are raised horribly high; until you find that you are not playing for counters or for sixpences but every penny you have in the world."

This makes me think about..
1)My never ending struggle with God
2) What I'm willing to lose,what I've set my mind on losing, and what's going to be lost whether I like it or not
3) What I'm going to win, for eternity
4) how broke I am , and how I need to find a job/ continue with old job, haha

It's in his loss that we see his love, in his struggle and questionings that we see his faith and through his smooth, lyrical writing, how a man was broken and healed.

=) God really gave him a gift. Brilliant Brilliant man.

Oh. And I've been on a secret mission. hahaha.
I'm a uber cool secret agent!
Be afraid...be VERY afraid..

critics and votes

Just returned from youth camp with food poisonind(mild).




Video on it is on youtube, kudo's to fred!




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OS7AXMK32ys&feature=user









Actually set our to blog today specially for ms tung zhi wei (you owe me a meal)




My dear wonderful brilliant designer of a friend, needs your votes on some cloth printed thing.




She is reminded that she called me "a poor friend, who needs to pay more attention to her friends"(refer to previous comment), but in my grace is given a chance to make good things by b&J's.

HAHA! i was just gone for 3 days ok! oh well, i cant help my missability. =)


oh, i will post the link to vote late in this post...


Anyway, along with that just finished watching some movies, so if you're really bored during the hols, here is one to check out


Before Sunset


This show is really unique, I've never seen anything like it.
There is no action, hardly any plot at all, just faint recollections of a past plot.




It is one and a half hours of conversation between a french girl and an American Author, while walking and riding through Parisian Streets.



She's witty, maybe a little too intense and neurotic at times. He's an equally brilliant conversationalist. There are moments of awkward silence, but its all very sweet, very real.




Moments of outrageous flirtation. of chilhood fantasies. of political views. even of ecological views.



But then again, I think most people would find this show boring.




I like it because its so real, half the show is their conversation, and the other half is their body language, very electrifying.



What the show really does is play on one's secret desire to walk through European Streets, our fantasies of stepping through cobbled paths and creeping vines, past red-bricked houses. In relative silence......................with Ethan Hawke.

nahhh...haha, his flowery shirt ruined it

Really, msn and sms's are ruining good conversations. haha. I may be the ultimate anti-techie, but its all for a good cause, of course once in a while it allright. You want to talk? lets go out, dont make me press buttons.

Guys need to pick up his charm.

No wonder Singaporean men are reduced to china mail order brides.







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My first Job

Yes. Me. I have finally found a job.

DAY ONE

The wonderful, kind, caring, sweet, gentle and patient pre-school teacher in me was up and ready to go!

So there I was, at the record time of 8 30 AM, put in charge of a bunch of toddlers.
Wow, what cute little people, thought I.
WRONG.

We're not meant to take care of toddlers in large groups. Honestly, God is so so wise, thats why people dont have 20 kids every time they give birth.

OK. they're still extremely cute.

Never in my life had I washed my hands so many times, its like everytime we start a new game its necessary to wash your hands. AND in the end, they still are snotty as ever.

They cant talk properly, and the only conversations I had during the day went something like that:

"hey hey, you, Le le, where are you going, cannot! come, eat your porridge"..restraining him from running away
"mmm..ah hmmm niisee see"
"huh? okok, good boy, go back ok?"
pulling him to keep him from running off
"hmm ah ni see see mhh"
Then this wonderful boy in nursery decided to come be my interpreter.
"he says he needs to go toilet"
"oh."

at the end of the day, i was so tired and smelt so much of baby powder that i wondered if I should have went to Loreal instead.

DAY 2

Some excerpts:

Reading the "THE NOSE BOOK"
"when i point to my nose everybody must say...?"
"thank you! "
"er...no Hong yi, good try, but lets say NOSE"



"Oh my goodness!! why you pour milk into your porridge?"



"Teacher carrot"
"Teacher cara"
"Teacher new"
"Jie Jie"
"Teacher"
"Teacher watata"--no idea either

But all in all they are seriously so adorable. They hit each other, but they hug and say sorry in the cutest way imaginable later. They make you so pissed, but will do anything to make you smile again. They spill stuff on the floor, but when you go "wow! WONDERFUL JOB" when they clear it up, everyone rushes to clean the floor. Patting the and watching them fall asleep after about 15 mins of patting (about 7oo pats) makes you feel like the A levels are nothing.

and they love my braces.

very rewarding ....but still i might not stay..let see how this goes

my mum is surprisingly encouraging though, she thought i Was too spoilt to survive a job.
When i was walking out the door, "jia you , jia you till the end ok?! "
omg.
I burst out laughing.

oh...and she offered to make a "financial contribution"
"hey Loy(my dad), we must encourage her, ok, we'll add one dollar for every hour"
"wow mum. How very attractive"
...my dad just gave the the "what in the world?" look and quietly ate his fruit.

I AM SO TIRED

Andrew's leaving for Chiangmai..

"strawberry pink and soon to be kiwi brown" ------my msn personal msg

I am sunburnt. Afters months of making concious decisions to stay out of the sun in the hope of turning snow-white fair, I ruined it within a few hours at sentosa.

Great.

From snow white to pocahontas.

Technically I was never snow white, more like Mulan..
ok, never mind.

"Stardust" is great By the way. . . not the typical bimbo movie that wei wei pulls us to watch. Not that I mind those brainless shows. . . . heh =)
It's like getting a brain massage.

AND I bought another fan from Chinatown.
YAY.
I love the oriental chinese beauties,
graceful, classy.....

P.S ZW: They still look gorgeously elegant with flat noses




Andrew is leaving in about three hours. I have nothing to give him for his send-off.

oh. the new fan......hmmmmm


Oh well, shall write him something later. Cause im a wonderful brilliant sister =)))
Hahaha! A few days ago I gave him a guitar ok!!



Well.....even though the truth was that it was picked up at the void deck and scratched in many places, and...

i told him that I spent all my pocket money on a second hand guitar and tuned it for him-which i did in fact)....



He ignored me and continued playing DOTA.
well....until i forced him to say thank you anyway




oh well.
Thats 8 nights of no one to watch "the haunting" or some other late night movie with.
No one to share "pao mian" and help me wash the dishes(cause i cook, so fair fair)
No butts to kick.
No one to play argue with
No one to take ruth the fraidy cat to the toilet in the night. =( now that will be my job



YAY. Now he cant intercept my channel surfing. watching Oprah is not a crime.

WILL MISS YOU BUB!
you better buy something back for me.