was meeting Sian today for a movie and i was actually looking forward to this opportunity every weekend to get my mind off the kind of life i'm facing everyday.
heh! this girl was actually hardworking enough to walk over to my school-workplace to meet me to walk to jurong point together, my idea, despite the fact that i sprained my right foot just yesterday.
aww-and she made me chocolates! on the 29th day of February! too bad i aren't a guy.;p lol!
would have to admit that the two of us were kind of indecisive on food. so just had a simple meal at ya kun. kinda regretted that i didn't picked up the $2 that somebody had dropped inside. it was at my foot. a couple beside us had asked to look at the last 4 digits of the note, and told us that they're going to try their luck. i thought we should too. Hah!
dad told me about a friend of his who, while urgently on his way to shit, saw a 50-cent coin in the toilet bowl and had actually put his hand in to pick it up before he sat down to proceed with his business, and he had striked that week's lottery.
meet the spartans was a waste of money BUT! it sure does its job to de-stress me. hah! gonna have to apologise to Sian that i didn't let her spend her 29th as romantic as she had wanted it to be. I'm so sorry i'm not romantic enough!!! Leap years wasn't my type of movie, but after meeting the spartans, i figured (Leap years) actually wasn't so bad after all.=p
Sports meet is next up and the PE dept is defintely still not looking good. Hasn't fully recover yet and half of the department is actually - like me - down but still on the go. Gonna have to be under the sun alot during the meet so maybe i should take the opportunity to get a tan or something. Hah! Think positive! But i'll stilll bring a cap just in case la. ha.
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Friday, February 29, 2008
29th Day of February
Monday, February 25, 2008
they are the things i want to get to know more of
but the closer i get to them,
the more i hate the fact that i'm close to them.
human.
but the closer i get to them,
the more i hate the fact that i'm close to them.
human.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
i miss having the freedom to draw whatever i want whenever i feel like it.
this reminds me of those days i had with all of you.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
HI EVERYONE :D
i'm kwangteng, XINGFANG's DARLING COUSIN! -.-
(what a lie, yes.)
i'm currently at that beautiful's house, for cny of course. she allowed me to post a blog at the beautiful's beautiful blog. (:
the sweetest, and has the cutest plushies.
the cutest, and has the most gentle nature.
the most gentle nature, accompanied by the harshest words filled with fustrations.
the fustration comes, with the arrival of naughty kids's mischiefs.
the naughty kids, with extremely cool looks (yet another lie, yes)
the extremely cool kiddos, have the bestest cousin who is the prettiest in their eyes.
the little ones idolize her, mark her as the most perfect big sister who is wonderful and amazing at almost every single miny thing, big or small.
the bigger ones, who grew up from the little ones, love her style of doing things, whether if its her dressing taste, or what she designs and draw.
the elder ones (like my mom) treat her like a daughter, they can chat all day, talk about things and the troubles they are facing often when they meet, on weekends or on the phone.
she's the best, always there when you need her.
she's either an sms away, or just by your side, encouraging you when you are having the toughest maze in your everyday life.
she's the skinnier one, but she thinks she is plummer then anyone, has the biggest tummy, complains these in front of me, not thinking that i have a bigger one!
however tough things get, she never gives up and persists on, even when having the deadly idea of giving up.
whenever she sees a problem, she'll always try to help as much as possible. always putting the others before her, thinking about them, trying her best not to affect them and add on more troubles for them.
she's always looking for her perfect mr right.
but they are either too short, too fat, too ugly, too handsome (and she doesnt dare to get near them), too cocky, too irritating, too retarded, or too evil at heart.
so come come all hotties,(not too over-hot ones), and bring my sissy out, get to know her better, and love her with all your heart.
you'll never know how nice or mean she gets until you really know her.
(nah, i am just kidding, all these lovey dovey things will come when the time ripens and fate arrives)
she rocks at art whilst i am a 41/100 kid of artist.
i drew the most ugly cat and face of the little girl but she still encourages me and says its a great job for a failure-at-art like me.
she tolerates me when i am pms-ing.
she's never a bimbo.
she always have her own style and methods of doing things
she always tries her best to look as good as possible. (that's also the reason that she is always late for dates)
okay, in conclusion, i love her in every single way she is, despite her frequent complains and her thoughtful comments for my history and literature, (which are my worst subjects apart from art).
btw, she has got the cutest father ever! :D
p/s: she's dying to read my wonderful post! (what a lie, once again)
i'm kwangteng, XINGFANG's DARLING COUSIN! -.-
(what a lie, yes.)
i'm currently at that beautiful's house, for cny of course. she allowed me to post a blog at the beautiful's beautiful blog. (:
the sweetest, and has the cutest plushies.
the cutest, and has the most gentle nature.
the most gentle nature, accompanied by the harshest words filled with fustrations.
the fustration comes, with the arrival of naughty kids's mischiefs.
the naughty kids, with extremely cool looks (yet another lie, yes)
the extremely cool kiddos, have the bestest cousin who is the prettiest in their eyes.
the little ones idolize her, mark her as the most perfect big sister who is wonderful and amazing at almost every single miny thing, big or small.
the bigger ones, who grew up from the little ones, love her style of doing things, whether if its her dressing taste, or what she designs and draw.
the elder ones (like my mom) treat her like a daughter, they can chat all day, talk about things and the troubles they are facing often when they meet, on weekends or on the phone.
she's the best, always there when you need her.
she's either an sms away, or just by your side, encouraging you when you are having the toughest maze in your everyday life.
she's the skinnier one, but she thinks she is plummer then anyone, has the biggest tummy, complains these in front of me, not thinking that i have a bigger one!
however tough things get, she never gives up and persists on, even when having the deadly idea of giving up.
whenever she sees a problem, she'll always try to help as much as possible. always putting the others before her, thinking about them, trying her best not to affect them and add on more troubles for them.
she's always looking for her perfect mr right.
but they are either too short, too fat, too ugly, too handsome (and she doesnt dare to get near them), too cocky, too irritating, too retarded, or too evil at heart.
so come come all hotties,(not too over-hot ones), and bring my sissy out, get to know her better, and love her with all your heart.
you'll never know how nice or mean she gets until you really know her.
(nah, i am just kidding, all these lovey dovey things will come when the time ripens and fate arrives)
she rocks at art whilst i am a 41/100 kid of artist.
i drew the most ugly cat and face of the little girl but she still encourages me and says its a great job for a failure-at-art like me.
she tolerates me when i am pms-ing.
she's never a bimbo.
she always have her own style and methods of doing things
she always tries her best to look as good as possible. (that's also the reason that she is always late for dates)
okay, in conclusion, i love her in every single way she is, despite her frequent complains and her thoughtful comments for my history and literature, (which are my worst subjects apart from art).
btw, she has got the cutest father ever! :D
p/s: she's dying to read my wonderful post! (what a lie, once again)
Friday, February 1, 2008
Well, i just wanna say...
the ART WORKSHOP WAS FANTASTIC!!!!
yea!
it's like back in primary school.
all the drawing techniques were really cute. Hah!
all the drawing techniques were really cute. Hah!
drew a chicken, crab out of heart-shapes,
and fishes out of triangles.
at the end of the 20-mins sketching station, everyone was to leave a drawing on a BIG cardboard.
i left a giraffe. Hee!=)
and i did a 10mins-papercut.
was never good at paper cutting but...damn! i'm still proud of myself man!
sculpted a dolphin too.. it's as big as my palm.
the salt-dough was soooo soft...
would have given the workshop a miss if my HOD hadn't pushed me to attend.
was really fun. could have regretted not attending. hah!
it could be the fact that i have been too up-tight these days,
the workshop de-stressed me!
have been accompanying the kids for their swim for about a week.
and finally, i started shouting at them.
to say the truth, i never knew i could shout like that.
at least i know i scare them today...
sighs. sometimes... i feel so mean. like i am such a meanie.
and things get worst when more problems rises.
returning parents' calls, sending crying kids home, and reporting on kids who misbehave.
not that we want to. just that there's nothing we can do when we receive no cooperation.
felt so bad that i have to do all this to make them learn.
dad says primary school teachers have no standard.
but it takes patience.
its hard. really hard to control them.
especially when you learn about their family background.
especially when you learn about their family background.
they can't help being naughty.
sometimes, it's not their fault.
and the teachers try to help them as much as they can,
but there's only so much teachers can do.
a badminton tr i/c bought a new pair of shoes for one of his pupils
because his shoes were so tattered to the extend that it actually flopped when he walks.
now there're people who will ask me,
"Do you want to be a teacher?"
and i'll say i don't have the quality to become one.
