Spending quite some time in front of the computer now cos basically I'm just waiting for the time to waste away until tomorrow afternoon. And now I'm only starting to blog cos I have too much time on my hands. Will be going to Malaysia with the bf tomorrow. Catching the 2pm coach to Batu Pahat to meet my ma and sis. They went on Thursday. Since I had to attend the zoo retail Christmas BBQ party last night, I had to go by myself on Sunday. And the bf wouldn't let me go alone so he'll be tagging along.
Am quite frightened as to how my relatives would react to the bf. Especially IF I tell them his age. But IF they don't ask, I won't say. Because there's really quite a big age gap.
Last night's BBQ was fun. Didn't eat a lot, though. But drank too much.
Life is just passing by slowly. Recently I've been doing some reflections on myself. I need to control my emotions and thoughts. They will ruin me one day if I don't. My head isn't making all the decisions, only my heart is.
The new year is coming... Time for new year resolutions again.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
On the road to recovery
I'm now recuperating at home. Time is passing slowly and I'm calculating how much money I have not earned all this while. I'm glad to say the wound doesn't hurt as much anymore. Just came back from the polyclinic. I've to go there to change and clean my dressing once every 2 days.
The crucial point of my healing is to keep the wound clean. I've got to soak my ass in salt water twice everyday. That's for hygiene purpose and this speeds up the healing process.
Hope to get better soon and get to work!
The crucial point of my healing is to keep the wound clean. I've got to soak my ass in salt water twice everyday. That's for hygiene purpose and this speeds up the healing process.
Hope to get better soon and get to work!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
First Stay At The Hospital (except for my birth)
Went to the polyclinic on Friday with the bf and sis for a check up. Doc said I had to have the lump surgically removed, there wasn't any other choice. And I had to had it done soon, cos it might spread to other places, like the large intestine. And that means big trouble. Was really scared at first, the thought of the hospital and the operation, but thankfully the bf was with me all the while. Went home and packed some things and took a cab to Tan Tock Seng Hospital.
Went to register at the A & E but the nurse said only one person can accompany me, so my sis went home. A nurse took our temperature at the screening station, I had a slight fever. Then I had a sticker pasted on my shirt, the bf had a blue band attached to his wrist. Then we went in and paid $80 for the A & E fee then sat down and waited. A nurse called me and asked me what I was suffering from and used something to prick my finger for blood to test the pH of my blood. Then waited some more until a cute young doctor called my name. I was hoping it wasn't going to be him cos whatever I was suffering from was on my ass. So of cos I had to pull my pants down and show him. He poked around a bit to determine my condition and called for the senior surgeon to take a look. The senior surgeon came and shook my hand and told me he'd be my surgeon for the evening and then went off. I knew at the end of the whole thing I wouldn't have any face left from the embarrassment of the number of people looking at my ass, I thought there would be more people looking at my ass so I didn't bother to button up my pants. Then the cute doctor got the IV drip needle and was about to poke it into my arm when I exclaimed, "Is that painful?!" He looked at me and said, "What? No it's just a needle. Don't look." and jabbed it into my arm and I went, "Ow." Then the curtain was pulled open and I could see the bf outside. I waved to him and he waved back. We did that several times until I was pushed out.
Basically most of the time I was being pushed around and waiting. Then I was pushed to the observation room to continue waiting, cos I had to wait for the food and water in my system to clear up before they can start the operation. There were many other patients around, lying on beds too, but they had a friend or family member with them, but I was alone. That made me feel a little lonely and pitiful. But after a while I turned on my phone to see the bf's message saying that my pa and sis are on their way to the hospital. Then after a while the bf found the room I was in and came in and told me he'll go out and show my pa the way in. After that my pa came in, looked at my IV drip and laughed then talk to me a little but most of time time he was looking at other patients and other things and occasionally glancing at his watch and I knew deep down he was impatiently waiting for my surgery to start.
Finally, a nurse came and asked me to change into my surgery gown, and told my pa that he had to bring my belongings back cos I would have to be warded for a night. I changed into the gown and waited. It felt funny cos I was naked inside except for my red panties with the hole. It was sort of.. airy. Anyway, I was then put in a wheelchair and pushed to another building to level 3's Day Surgery Centre. And that's when the fun began.
I think I was the last surgery patient that night, cos there were no other patients around. My hair was tied up and covered with a shower cap. Okay so I was dressed in 2 thin gowns, one from the front and one from the back, a shower cap on my head, and ill-fitting ah pek slippers. I thought I looked ridiculous. Then I was put on a bed and pushed into the operating theatre. The journey to the operating theatre was a little dramatic, like you see on TV shows. A surgeon was pushing me, then another joined him, and then followed by a third one. They were all wearing masks and whispering to themselves. There were 5 or 6 surgeons in the room and I was thinking, "Isn't my surgery a small one?" A female surgeon told me they will put some anesthetic in my IV drip so I'll be asleep during the operation. They put the blood pressure thing again on my arm and stuck some things to my arms and chest. Then someone put an oxygen mask on my nose and mouth and told me to take deep breaths, but I almost choked cos the mask smelt strongly of rubber. I remember asking, "Breathe through my nose or mouth?" Someone told me either way I feel most comfortable with. I didn't know what happened next, I fell asleep.
Next moment I was awoke by someone talking. I opened my eyes and saw a female surgeon. She smiled and told me the surgery was over and it lasted about half an hour. She was like an angel to me cos she's the first person who genuinely smiled at me throughout the whole procedure at the hospital. I asked if I can call home, and she went to get a phone and helped me dial the numbers. My sis picked up and I told her my operation was over, and asked her to sms the bf. After that I was a little groggy because of the anethestic. Then someone pushed me to my ward. I didn't sleep very well that night.
The next morning to my delight the bf and my pa and sis came in. The hospital had called my family and the bf met them at the train station. I was changed into my clothes and realised that I had stained the sheets with blood. My wound dressing was soaked with blood too. They couldn't stitch up the wound cos they had to let the remaining pus leak out from the wound, I just saw the wound this morning, it's about half the length of my finger, a gaping hole.
Yes, that's all. My adventure at the hospital. I never want to go there again.
Went to register at the A & E but the nurse said only one person can accompany me, so my sis went home. A nurse took our temperature at the screening station, I had a slight fever. Then I had a sticker pasted on my shirt, the bf had a blue band attached to his wrist. Then we went in and paid $80 for the A & E fee then sat down and waited. A nurse called me and asked me what I was suffering from and used something to prick my finger for blood to test the pH of my blood. Then waited some more until a cute young doctor called my name. I was hoping it wasn't going to be him cos whatever I was suffering from was on my ass. So of cos I had to pull my pants down and show him. He poked around a bit to determine my condition and called for the senior surgeon to take a look. The senior surgeon came and shook my hand and told me he'd be my surgeon for the evening and then went off. I knew at the end of the whole thing I wouldn't have any face left from the embarrassment of the number of people looking at my ass, I thought there would be more people looking at my ass so I didn't bother to button up my pants. Then the cute doctor got the IV drip needle and was about to poke it into my arm when I exclaimed, "Is that painful?!" He looked at me and said, "What? No it's just a needle. Don't look." and jabbed it into my arm and I went, "Ow." Then the curtain was pulled open and I could see the bf outside. I waved to him and he waved back. We did that several times until I was pushed out.
Basically most of the time I was being pushed around and waiting. Then I was pushed to the observation room to continue waiting, cos I had to wait for the food and water in my system to clear up before they can start the operation. There were many other patients around, lying on beds too, but they had a friend or family member with them, but I was alone. That made me feel a little lonely and pitiful. But after a while I turned on my phone to see the bf's message saying that my pa and sis are on their way to the hospital. Then after a while the bf found the room I was in and came in and told me he'll go out and show my pa the way in. After that my pa came in, looked at my IV drip and laughed then talk to me a little but most of time time he was looking at other patients and other things and occasionally glancing at his watch and I knew deep down he was impatiently waiting for my surgery to start.
Finally, a nurse came and asked me to change into my surgery gown, and told my pa that he had to bring my belongings back cos I would have to be warded for a night. I changed into the gown and waited. It felt funny cos I was naked inside except for my red panties with the hole. It was sort of.. airy. Anyway, I was then put in a wheelchair and pushed to another building to level 3's Day Surgery Centre. And that's when the fun began.
I think I was the last surgery patient that night, cos there were no other patients around. My hair was tied up and covered with a shower cap. Okay so I was dressed in 2 thin gowns, one from the front and one from the back, a shower cap on my head, and ill-fitting ah pek slippers. I thought I looked ridiculous. Then I was put on a bed and pushed into the operating theatre. The journey to the operating theatre was a little dramatic, like you see on TV shows. A surgeon was pushing me, then another joined him, and then followed by a third one. They were all wearing masks and whispering to themselves. There were 5 or 6 surgeons in the room and I was thinking, "Isn't my surgery a small one?" A female surgeon told me they will put some anesthetic in my IV drip so I'll be asleep during the operation. They put the blood pressure thing again on my arm and stuck some things to my arms and chest. Then someone put an oxygen mask on my nose and mouth and told me to take deep breaths, but I almost choked cos the mask smelt strongly of rubber. I remember asking, "Breathe through my nose or mouth?" Someone told me either way I feel most comfortable with. I didn't know what happened next, I fell asleep.
Next moment I was awoke by someone talking. I opened my eyes and saw a female surgeon. She smiled and told me the surgery was over and it lasted about half an hour. She was like an angel to me cos she's the first person who genuinely smiled at me throughout the whole procedure at the hospital. I asked if I can call home, and she went to get a phone and helped me dial the numbers. My sis picked up and I told her my operation was over, and asked her to sms the bf. After that I was a little groggy because of the anethestic. Then someone pushed me to my ward. I didn't sleep very well that night.
The next morning to my delight the bf and my pa and sis came in. The hospital had called my family and the bf met them at the train station. I was changed into my clothes and realised that I had stained the sheets with blood. My wound dressing was soaked with blood too. They couldn't stitch up the wound cos they had to let the remaining pus leak out from the wound, I just saw the wound this morning, it's about half the length of my finger, a gaping hole.
Yes, that's all. My adventure at the hospital. I never want to go there again.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Update
It's the time of the year when I'm the most lonely.. Again. The bf's gone for reservist. 2 weeks without him is more than I can bear. He reported back to camp on Monday and on Sunday night when we were talking, I chanced upon the picture of me and him and I almost cried. I think I rely on him too much. But I can't help it. :( The only upside is I lent him a phone without camera so we can still communicate. And I can get to see him on Deepavali. There, that made me feel better. :)
Work is okay.. The pay is little but how much can I ask for in this service industry? Not much. Work has been kind of fun lately cos there's a girl working in the Operations department who looks a lot like me.
Looks a lot like me right? That made me a couple of more friends at work. Haha.
Work is okay.. The pay is little but how much can I ask for in this service industry? Not much. Work has been kind of fun lately cos there's a girl working in the Operations department who looks a lot like me.
Looks a lot like me right? That made me a couple of more friends at work. Haha.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Update
Can't think of why I've stopped blogging. I used to love blogging so much, I blogged EVERY SINGLE DAY. Now I blog maybe once a month (doh!). I think I've lost the urge to record down the bits and pieces of my life, I just let the days pass as they go.
Today is an off day. 3 off days actually. Then it's back to work on Sunday. Work is going pretty well. But am seriously dreading the arrival of my cert and then having to look for another job and adjusting to the new surroundings and people and stuff. I don't like changes. Never.
Ethan is sleeping just beside me now. I'm typing really really quietly. Cos if he wakes up he'll be yelling at me to pick him up -.-".
At only 18, I think my mind has settled down. Once the relationship has gone on for quite some time and everything is steady, you start to plan your future.
Am thinking about our prospective home,
costs of renovation and furniture,
number of kids,
car or no car?,
and how long do we need to save the money for wedding business.
I'm seriously looking forward to all of that.
I want it as soon as possible. (:
Today is an off day. 3 off days actually. Then it's back to work on Sunday. Work is going pretty well. But am seriously dreading the arrival of my cert and then having to look for another job and adjusting to the new surroundings and people and stuff. I don't like changes. Never.
Ethan is sleeping just beside me now. I'm typing really really quietly. Cos if he wakes up he'll be yelling at me to pick him up -.-".
At only 18, I think my mind has settled down. Once the relationship has gone on for quite some time and everything is steady, you start to plan your future.
Am thinking about our prospective home,
costs of renovation and furniture,
number of kids,
car or no car?,
and how long do we need to save the money for wedding business.
I'm seriously looking forward to all of that.
I want it as soon as possible. (:
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Finally an update... After a long long time
Urm. So I've finally decided to blog and not abandon this page for any longer. Because right now I have nothing to do and trying to waste time until the chatting time with the bf, but actually I have clothes to be folded and organised and the latest Harry Potter book to be read but I can't stand the sight of my messy and disorganized bedroom and I have had enough of reading Harry Potter and friends running around trying to avoid Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic people and mourning Albus Dumbledore's death and thinking of a way to kill Mr Voldemort.
So... I'm blogging.
Urghh. I hate typing.
Right now my life revolves around the bf, my family, Ethan, and the Singapore Zoo.
Nothing much to update actually. Same old boring life with everything in between. Ethan is around 8 months old now and don't ask me to post his photos cos I'm lazy but I'll do it anyway.
So... I'm blogging.
Urghh. I hate typing.
Right now my life revolves around the bf, my family, Ethan, and the Singapore Zoo.
Nothing much to update actually. Same old boring life with everything in between. Ethan is around 8 months old now and don't ask me to post his photos cos I'm lazy but I'll do it anyway.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Work and more work
I've been working my ass off.
Can finally relax this weekend, and next week it's back to working and working and more working.
The supervisor made me do cashiering on my own yesterday.
And I'm glad that everything went very smoothly.
Very very smoothly,
so much so that I had even more energy after work from all that reliefness and gladness than I was in the morning.
AND....
PAYDAY IS COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!
I is happy.... (:
Can finally relax this weekend, and next week it's back to working and working and more working.
The supervisor made me do cashiering on my own yesterday.
And I'm glad that everything went very smoothly.
Very very smoothly,
so much so that I had even more energy after work from all that reliefness and gladness than I was in the morning.
AND....
PAYDAY IS COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!
I is happy.... (:
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Update
I've been busy working. Have worked 6 days by now and earned around $300. Starting to get the hang of everything and the staff are more friendly towards me now. (:
Friday, August 10, 2007
NDP '07
So yesterday me and my sis went for the NDP. Somehow we managed to get tickets even though I thought we wouldn't but eventually my cousin managed to get 2 for us. We headed out around 2:30 and reached there around 3pm. We sort of lost our way a little and had to navigate around many many people looking for the correct way. -.- We got there around 3 plus and thank God there wasn't too many people around so we went in straight.
We had to go through security check points and all those metal detector shite. We put our bottles and metal stuff like keys and whatever in a plastic bag and I put my bag through the conveyor belt thing and walked through the metal detector door-like thing and it beeped. The female police touched my pocket and sort of sniggered and said, "I think it's your buttons."
I looked at the amount of people gathered there and couldn't help thinking what a great spot it would be for terrorist attacks. 2 bombs and that's it. Okay lor. I'm a person who thinks this way but I shouldn't write that hor? Who cares. It was what I was thinking then.
We had blue tickets so we were to sit at the blue sector. We joined the queue and waited to be sitted. I couldn't help thinking how forcefully cheerful and enthusiastic the ushers were. Or maybe they were trained this way. Okay, thank God somehow we ended up sitting quite in front. Although not so in front. But better than the ones in the middle or way at the back.
We waited and waited. Nothing to rid us of boredom except the sun constantly shining in our eyes and on our arms and backs. I had 2 sunburnt arms at the end of the day. Around 4 plus there was a show on those dudes on bikes who drive up 3 metre high ramps and perform a stunt and zoom back down to earth not caring for their lives. They were Australian dudes. Then the 5 hosts came out around 5pm and blah blah blah until 6pm when the show officially starts on TV and that's when it gets started.
I think if you read all of the above reflections on the NDP you would think that I was pretty bored throughout. But no, I think this year's was way better than last year's or any other year's. Obviously, the best performance of the day was the fireworks, which was a whole one minute longer than last year's.
I think with this year's change of venue they had to change some other things as well, like national day songs. I think they were kind of horrible. I prefer the authentic versions and the original singers.
Yes, and the show went on and on and it ended at around 8pm. We then braved the crowds and squeezed through bodies and I called my cousin (she and her husband's godsis' daughter went with her) and agreed to meet her at Marina Square. Then we braved the crowds and squeezed through bodies yet again and got lost at Marina Square again but ended up at our meeting place, a little short of breath. Then we went down to the basement carpark and my cousin drove us home cos she had to pick Ethan up from here too.
Overall, an enjoyable but exhausting day. (:
Here are some pics.
(Sorry lor, I use my N70 to take these photos and they suck. I guess I need a proper camera.)
Psst, me and the bf are planning to go on a cruise this December, anyone want to join us?!!!
We had to go through security check points and all those metal detector shite. We put our bottles and metal stuff like keys and whatever in a plastic bag and I put my bag through the conveyor belt thing and walked through the metal detector door-like thing and it beeped. The female police touched my pocket and sort of sniggered and said, "I think it's your buttons."
I looked at the amount of people gathered there and couldn't help thinking what a great spot it would be for terrorist attacks. 2 bombs and that's it. Okay lor. I'm a person who thinks this way but I shouldn't write that hor? Who cares. It was what I was thinking then.
We had blue tickets so we were to sit at the blue sector. We joined the queue and waited to be sitted. I couldn't help thinking how forcefully cheerful and enthusiastic the ushers were. Or maybe they were trained this way. Okay, thank God somehow we ended up sitting quite in front. Although not so in front. But better than the ones in the middle or way at the back.
We waited and waited. Nothing to rid us of boredom except the sun constantly shining in our eyes and on our arms and backs. I had 2 sunburnt arms at the end of the day. Around 4 plus there was a show on those dudes on bikes who drive up 3 metre high ramps and perform a stunt and zoom back down to earth not caring for their lives. They were Australian dudes. Then the 5 hosts came out around 5pm and blah blah blah until 6pm when the show officially starts on TV and that's when it gets started.
I think if you read all of the above reflections on the NDP you would think that I was pretty bored throughout. But no, I think this year's was way better than last year's or any other year's. Obviously, the best performance of the day was the fireworks, which was a whole one minute longer than last year's.
I think with this year's change of venue they had to change some other things as well, like national day songs. I think they were kind of horrible. I prefer the authentic versions and the original singers.
Yes, and the show went on and on and it ended at around 8pm. We then braved the crowds and squeezed through bodies and I called my cousin (she and her husband's godsis' daughter went with her) and agreed to meet her at Marina Square. Then we braved the crowds and squeezed through bodies yet again and got lost at Marina Square again but ended up at our meeting place, a little short of breath. Then we went down to the basement carpark and my cousin drove us home cos she had to pick Ethan up from here too.
Overall, an enjoyable but exhausting day. (:
Here are some pics.
(Sorry lor, I use my N70 to take these photos and they suck. I guess I need a proper camera.)
Psst, me and the bf are planning to go on a cruise this December, anyone want to join us?!!!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
First day at work
Yesterday was my first day of work at the retail shop in the zoo. The amount of travelling time was shite. Anyway, I reported to the supervisor and she briefed me on some of the things I was supposed to do. Work was okay, actually, except that yesterday a lot of stock came in and most of the time I was stick price tags and stocking items. I had to bend and stand bend and stand for some time so my knees were killing me. And they kept asking me to tie my hair and I said no I will go back and cut. So I've got it cut. One of the guys Najip came over to ask me to get a rubber band to tie my hair. He reminded me of Jimmy back at the dimsum restaurant. Jimmy was fierce so I think I may be wary of that Najip for quite some time.
At the end of the working day I feel satisfied that I've spent my day gaining something.
Am going for NDP later!
I can't wait!!!!!!!! (:
At the end of the working day I feel satisfied that I've spent my day gaining something.
Am going for NDP later!
I can't wait!!!!!!!! (:
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Update
I've found a part-time job at the zoo with the help of Huiling. Might as well earn some cash during this idle period waiting for my certificate. Went for the interview yesterday. Everything went smoothly. But dunno when am going to start work. Can't wait for work to start. Life is getting boring.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Rockson Is Back!
Rockson Takumi Tan's blog is back in business!!!!
It's been one year.
Pls don't read his blog if you are sensitive to vulgarities.
His blog is verrrrry vulgar.
It's been one year.
Pls don't read his blog if you are sensitive to vulgarities.
His blog is verrrrry vulgar.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Pregnant Mentally Disabled Girl
It was in the newspapers not long ago. Something bad happened around here.
There's a mentally disabled girl, aged 18, living around here. She got pregnant. Nobody knows who did it. Apparently they've found out, I dunno how, but there are 2 suspects. 2 old uncles. 2 days ago the police came and brought them away. One of them was bailed by his daughter. The bail was $5000. The other one, I think he's still inside. He's not married. He lives only upstairs. He's my Pa's friend. I used to hear them say he pays to get laid. I dunno how else to put it, he looks for 'chickens'?
The girl's mother was thinking of selling the baby. But who would want to buy this kind of baby, right?
Anyway, the baby was born. My Pa says the baby looks just like the one who is still in jail.
I dunno what to say. No comments. But it's interesting living in this neighbourhood.
There's a mentally disabled girl, aged 18, living around here. She got pregnant. Nobody knows who did it. Apparently they've found out, I dunno how, but there are 2 suspects. 2 old uncles. 2 days ago the police came and brought them away. One of them was bailed by his daughter. The bail was $5000. The other one, I think he's still inside. He's not married. He lives only upstairs. He's my Pa's friend. I used to hear them say he pays to get laid. I dunno how else to put it, he looks for 'chickens'?
The girl's mother was thinking of selling the baby. But who would want to buy this kind of baby, right?
Anyway, the baby was born. My Pa says the baby looks just like the one who is still in jail.
I dunno what to say. No comments. But it's interesting living in this neighbourhood.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Moody Me
I miss my friends. I miss my old work place. I miss the people there.
I want to change myself. I want to blend in. Instead I stick out like a withered flower in a rose bush.
I am not working hard enough.
I'm worried about my health. I want to change things quickly. He says it takes time. But I don't want that.
I am scared for my future. One wrong step and I may regret it. But nobody is supportive enough. I don't know how to make decisions myself. If I go the wrong path I will blame myself forever.
I miss him. I dreamt of him. But I can't face him. Not like this. I don't think I can ever face him again. Not when he's so nice.
Heeelp.
I want to change myself. I want to blend in. Instead I stick out like a withered flower in a rose bush.
I am not working hard enough.
I'm worried about my health. I want to change things quickly. He says it takes time. But I don't want that.
I am scared for my future. One wrong step and I may regret it. But nobody is supportive enough. I don't know how to make decisions myself. If I go the wrong path I will blame myself forever.
I miss him. I dreamt of him. But I can't face him. Not like this. I don't think I can ever face him again. Not when he's so nice.
Heeelp.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix yesterday. As expected, it was: fucking fantastic!!! But the movie missed out a couple of things. Like the journey Hagrid took to visit giants, and how come all of a sudden Harry and Cho Chang kissed.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Live Earth
I think the Live Earth concerts thing is great. You know, to raise awareness on the dangers of global warming. Watched a bit. I enjoyed the performance by Bon Jovi.
I don't think it will make a big difference, you know. I mean, of course people are aware of the greenhouse effect and global warming and whatever. But... it won't make no difference if we go, "Alright, yes, global warming, we've got to recycle our rubbish and use less electricity and less plastic bags.", but not do anything. I guess we take electricity and plastic bags for granted. It's there, so we use it. I pay for my electricity, I can pay it, who cares about global warming?, that sort of thing.
I think for this thing to work, we've got to have recycled toilet paper and recycle bins and 10 cents charges for plastic bags everywhere. You know, to sort of enforce it. I already am helping. I go around the house switching off the lights and unused electricity, and I'm not using the computer much nowadays, this can save the earth, and money.
I think out of the whole sch-bang of this global warming thing, the only thing that breaks my heart is the polar bears. They are now known as Skinny Polar Bears. If this goes on, they'll be extinct in the next 100 years. They should be considered endangered animals by now. Something should be done to help them.
SAVE THE EARTH!
SAVE THE POLAR BEARS!!!!!!!!
I don't think it will make a big difference, you know. I mean, of course people are aware of the greenhouse effect and global warming and whatever. But... it won't make no difference if we go, "Alright, yes, global warming, we've got to recycle our rubbish and use less electricity and less plastic bags.", but not do anything. I guess we take electricity and plastic bags for granted. It's there, so we use it. I pay for my electricity, I can pay it, who cares about global warming?, that sort of thing.
I think for this thing to work, we've got to have recycled toilet paper and recycle bins and 10 cents charges for plastic bags everywhere. You know, to sort of enforce it. I already am helping. I go around the house switching off the lights and unused electricity, and I'm not using the computer much nowadays, this can save the earth, and money.
I think out of the whole sch-bang of this global warming thing, the only thing that breaks my heart is the polar bears. They are now known as Skinny Polar Bears. If this goes on, they'll be extinct in the next 100 years. They should be considered endangered animals by now. Something should be done to help them.
SAVE THE EARTH!
SAVE THE POLAR BEARS!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Nearing the end of my school life
2 weeks left of lessons, and a one-week study week of preparation for the final exams. It would probably the last exam I'm ever going to go through in my life. Am starting to doubt if I'll ever go on and get a degree. But maybe I will. Urgh.
These 2 years in MDIS was okay. It wasn't that bad, actually. The only bad thing about going to school was the constant nagging thought of my paying a large sum of my ma's money in order to continue upgrading myself. There are a few of my Diploma classmates who are still remoduling their Diploma modules, and whenever I see them I smirk secretly to myself and think, "See? I've already got my Diploma cert, why you so slow?"
I guess the reason I can't let myself fail the exams is because I can't afford to pay more money to retake the exams or remodule. After all, I'm still living off my parent's money. AND I JUST HATE HATE HATE IT.
Not having your own income is like, helplessness. You can't do anything yourself. If you need to buy lunch you still have to ask your ma for money, and it's... fucking urgh. Anyways, soon I'll be making my own money.
I see the rich kid in my Diploma class, he's so different from me. Whatever he wants, he only have to open his mouth and he'll get it. His dad earns more than $30K a month, and that sum alone can feed so many many mouths. Maybe the only good thing about your parents being rich is you can have a good life. And probably when you turn 18, a car will magically appear in front of your door step with a huge ribbon tied on top and a card bearing the words 'HOORAY! YOU ARE 18!'. I've never dared to think of the same fate happening to me, and I don't even know if I'll be able to afford a car or not.
I hate thinking about money. I guess rich people don't have to daydream of striking the lottery, huh? The money is just... there. Like air.
These 2 years in MDIS was okay. It wasn't that bad, actually. The only bad thing about going to school was the constant nagging thought of my paying a large sum of my ma's money in order to continue upgrading myself. There are a few of my Diploma classmates who are still remoduling their Diploma modules, and whenever I see them I smirk secretly to myself and think, "See? I've already got my Diploma cert, why you so slow?"
I guess the reason I can't let myself fail the exams is because I can't afford to pay more money to retake the exams or remodule. After all, I'm still living off my parent's money. AND I JUST HATE HATE HATE IT.
Not having your own income is like, helplessness. You can't do anything yourself. If you need to buy lunch you still have to ask your ma for money, and it's... fucking urgh. Anyways, soon I'll be making my own money.
I see the rich kid in my Diploma class, he's so different from me. Whatever he wants, he only have to open his mouth and he'll get it. His dad earns more than $30K a month, and that sum alone can feed so many many mouths. Maybe the only good thing about your parents being rich is you can have a good life. And probably when you turn 18, a car will magically appear in front of your door step with a huge ribbon tied on top and a card bearing the words 'HOORAY! YOU ARE 18!'. I've never dared to think of the same fate happening to me, and I don't even know if I'll be able to afford a car or not.
I hate thinking about money. I guess rich people don't have to daydream of striking the lottery, huh? The money is just... there. Like air.
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