E25C.

it's been two years in RP and i can't help but say that i love the school. it's been swapping around, mixing and making new friends in four different classes and i must say that all has bee wonderful but this class really rocked my brains till it exploded. no outcasting no fights, but pure fun, laughter and not forgetting our favourite past time, singing :) here goes..pictures...

patrick lazaroo. buk, this photo was meant for you.

monday's faci, lilian. always bully yulin and now you're trying to act nice. puff!

the sui! guys, song. jas thinks it's winter season in singapore. lol.
ian harris.
aargghh!
linie and me.

sam and andruew.
andruew you aren't much taller than linie.
friday's calss always rocks with ian!
brother! the guys on my class are quite...'flexible'.

winnie the pooh...keith!
linie, me and sam.
why you not camera shy one.

sven trying hard to look good.
jas wants to have many kids she says...and with weird names.
getting in touch with his gay side.
andruew looks hot in my over sized skirt.
shaun is our regular visitor from the class next door.

finally patrick unlocks the shy side of our giant friend.
patrick and jansher make a good team in singing.

rafidah!

sam thinks that when she moves her neck her butterfly can 'fly'. we always remember jansher as the joker.

my classmates have nice camera skills. our giant friend.

patrick withour spongebob. i became an art piece for sam so she could capture me.

vick says 'please la sven, let me copy your answers!'

sven actually being useful on the last week of school and our camera shy giant friend.
samantha pops in on a regualer basis although she only has class with us on fridays.

me, vick and jas.

rp rains indoors too.
my long lost brother.
see, we look so much alike.

the high class majong player.

even the macho guy need his beauty muscle sleep.
the frequent late comer who likes to walk in 'fashionably' late.
clive, the faci who rocked our pea brains and took us trhough sixteen weeks of torture. the gamblers of the class.
then we have those who like to act hardwordking but really are just playing games. and we have the posers wannabe. another 'mugger' wannabe.

simplicity or glamour?
down to earth or hopeful at all times?
artsy, fashionable or sporty?

you decide.

ken once told me that sporty girls are easier to understand, more straight forward and less complicated. he said the artsy girls are complicated and harder to read.

so what makes the glamourous? perhaps they are a mixture of both? or maybe they are girls whom simply strictly follow the lastest trends without using a single brain juice to think.

which is the best out of the three categories? i guess it really depends on what you are looking for.

i wish i could say i was a little bit of everything, but i know i'm not. maybe i'm sport or simple minded, but i am not glamourous. i prefer simplicty when it comes to certain things such as clothes? then again it really depends on the mood. i get a little artsy and go all literature at times. i find the inspiration to read on history and get creative too. i like to doll up too occasionally, but at such times, people tend to think i'm weird. is that good or bad, i wonder?

CNY.

CNY again. honestly, to me, there wasn't much of a 'feeling' at all. same old same old...as usual.
i guess what was 'new' to me was that my aunties were all ohhing and ahhing about how much of a woman i've grow into and how good i looked now. what was weird was that they mentioned how not chinese i looked now and how 'angmoh' i looked. i was like 'HUHHH..WHAT?!!??' yea, you go figure. haha.

so in just one day, i collected an amount of cash in which i could only earn if i decided to be hardworking and slog for one pay check...which is about two weeks?




i've been working since the second day of CNY. no, it isn't crazy because i love my job, like seriously. it's been sometime i work days consecutively and whoo..it hasn't really been a breeze, considering that it's CNY too. full shifts since friday and i must say that it was quite a challenge. the weather, the people were...well..some were nice while majority were just plain nasty.

yesterday, i had a near drowning case in which i could not really figure out what really happened till now. a myammar worker with two friends. i saw no struggling or whatsoever. all i know was his friend asking for help under my tower at zone 7 in which i had taken over from nicola when she left. the friend was trying to speak in english but i could only catch bits and pieces. anyways, no one was pretty much panicing, not even me. apparently, i guess, the guy had drank too much and yea, went beyond his depth. his friends had helped him. he didnt die or whatever, but he had needed oxygen and to be sent to the hospital in which i heard he decided against it. maybe cos the charges werent affordable.

today i had two cute lil austria boys, age five an three, with blond hair and lovely blue eyes come stalk my partner and i at tanjong. we gave one of them a ride back on the buggie when we realise how much he did not seem to be leaving us alone. then he came back with his younger brother again...how sweet..their parents were the typical friendly angmohs too :)

tomorrow's another day of sun and service. i'm looking forward yea. heading to bed now.



baby's coming home tomorrow. can't wait.

i'm holding on with the pain in me.

When I needed someone so badly, was anyone there? No. I look around, so desperately, and I see no one. No dawn, no jasmine, no ken, no Jason. I needed a shoulder, so badly. I needed just a person to hold me close but no one was there.

I don’t blame anyone, but myself. I don’t have much friends. Now, I wonder why. Now I look at myself and I so hate the way I am. Friends who always said they would be there for me, can’t always stand by their words. It is not their fault but mine. I brought all these misery against myself.

I could have taken the easy way out and be a very happy girl, but I chose to want this life. You say that I’ve got little friends and yet, you want me to stay away. I don’t understand anymore. I’ve never cried and felt so alone when I’m upset, until now.

I’m here in the last cubicle of the toilet in school, can anyone hear me? I keep calling, I keep hoping but no one comes to take me away.

You yell, you tell, you ignore me and you accuse me, all in front of the world to see. Do you not respect me? I was the one who built a team, the one who save lives and smile at friends to brightened their days. The one perhaps people looked up to. For you, I crumble. For you I lost all. Goodbye world.

when i dress down, people don't care.
when i dress up, people look at me and go like 'what's the occasion?' or 'you look funny.'

today, sven saw me in a skirt that i haven't worn for some time. he said 'jin why you look so girly today?' i said 'cos' i am a girl.'

on the sixteen lesson of inclusive physical activity module.

i suddenly feel a pang of sadness rush through me. it's like the last time that i had lilian facilitate me and the class.

it was the last lesson of the module.

soon, i'll be in year three. soon, i won't see my elective classmates no more because most of them would have graduated.

i feel scare and upset...suddenly.

i love e25c..like a lot. it only hit me now that it's one of the best class that i've had so far. no, really, i never really knew how much i love the class..till now, on the last week of school.

i love everything about my class this semester. the people are great, and relatively bonded. i mean we don't go out and all but it's like magically, we can all still bond well and have tons of fun.

and i swear e25c could form like a huge band or something because we all like to sing..i think. haha! anyways, all those times when teh faci left class and everyone crowded in one corner to arm wrestle, play poker, eat kfc and pizza and poke fun of you know who, it was all great fun :) i love the class. no hate, no outcasting but pure fun and laughter.

sometimes, i like to do stupid things like chop off my fringe and feel very rich when i am not at all. yes, you got it, i have ugly short layered bangs now. shheesshh..i wished i didnt have it though. me and stupid ideas.

yesterday was demo. fun..yes indeed it was. it's been two years and i think each time i work, i learn much more than before, sometimes, more than i should know even but ahhh..i know that i should just keep my mouth shut about certain things.

today i met the best friend after work at vivo. i swear i saw a top from topshop that i so liked but the sickening part was that there weren't sizes and i really doubt that the other ourlets would have it cos it was an on sale item. arrgghh! just went i found something...i think i'm picky when it comes to clothes.

i read in the newpaper today that there was a ring from swenden or something celebrating singlehood. how cool is that eh?

oh oh! and today, when dawn and i were at macs, we saw this old uncle and he looked so pitiful because he had a really bad hunch back. he was weird because he asked only for cups of water and then he headed on to take a whole bunch of tissues and coffee mate creamer. before we could watch on (or rather i watch on), i told dawn we had to go because i couldnt stand feel bad for him. sigh!