Chua is discharged; she can come home. Thank God

Ethel, Eunice, Cheng and Shanna, my secret’s safe with you all for the moment.

but i don’t want to go, why am i left with such little choice; my heart sinks and my eyes well up at the thought that i can’t go for it…where’s the closure?

Oh heck I decided I’ll just post something for you

Oh no, I’ve written everything out in the tag at your blog, I don’t have anything to say now. Ahhhhh oops. Anyway, we’ll be having the Chemistry test tomorrow; hope the majority of us pass it this time. Eunice said you were all happy and fat-looking because you were sitting on the bed…or something to that effect.

Please come back to school as soon as possible; coming to school knowing you won’t be there is different, sad…scary. Chua, please be strong and brave…I know you will. I was initially quite shocked upon hearing you were warded; I didn’t think your bruises could be an indication of something so serious. I know you don’t want us to be so worried…but we can’t help it.

I am so sorry I can’t go and visit you in the hospital

I hope the extraction of the bone marrow doesn’t hurt too much tomorrow…I don’t know what it would be like but I can only hope for the best for you. You be brave; we’ll be behind you all the way through it. Let’s jump over the obstacle together.

♥ Tessa/Lobbie/HotIndianMan who loves Chua/ShuiMu very much

Tessa has decided she won’t be bothered by stupid people like Mr GW nor Mrs G.

And Tessa shall enjoy her Friday evening slacking (even though she should be studying. Maybe she’ll study later)

Tessa shall forget about the library book she hasn’t returned (and due date is today).

Tessa shall listen to Michael Buble and block out all negative thoughts about school and tell herself that all’s well

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It is now 1:03am in the morning and Tessa is hungry (what’s new?) For someone who usually has dinner at 9:30, eating at 7pm is way too early.

Tessa needs food every 4 hours except when she is asleep. She is currently starving.

Today we went to the library for English. We’d been told to find a picture for description. I chanced upon this picture in March 2007 National Geographic, with 800 elephants and small trees dotting a vast space of bushland.

People are killing elephants for their tusks. People are killing these gentle, obedient creatures, creatures we have nothing to fear about apart except for their size. They are of absolutely no danger to us, no danger at all. These are beautiful, gentle giants who should be left alone in the wild.

“The dead elephant, a huge bull, lay on his side, right leg curled as if in wrenching pain. Dirt covered the exposed eye—magic done by poachers to hide the carcass from vultures. The smell of musth and urine, of fresh death, hung over the mound of the corpse. It was a sight I had seen hundreds of times in central Africa. As I passed my hand over his body from trunk to tail, tears poured down my cheeks. I lifted the bull’s ear. Lines of bright red blood bubbled and streamed from his lips, pooling in the dust. His skin was checkered with wrinkles. The base of his trunk was as thick as a man’s torso. Deep fissures ran like rivers through the soles of his feet; in those lines, I could trace every step he had taken during his 30 years of life.

This elephant’s ancestors had survived centuries of raiding by the armies of Arab and African sultans from the north in search of slaves and ivory. He had lived through civil wars and droughts, only to be killed today for a few pounds of ivory to satisfy human vanity in some distant land. There were tender blades of grass in his mouth. He and his friends had been peacefully roaming in the shaded forest, snapping branches filled with sweet gum. Then, the first gunshot exploded. He bolted, too late. Horses overtook him. Again and again, bullets pummeled his body. We counted eight small holes in his head. Bullets had penetrated the thick skin and lodged in muscle, bone, and brain before he fell. We heard 48 shots before we found him.”

-as quoted from Ivory Wars, by J. Michael Fay

Killing them for their tusks is one thing, paying for the tusks is another.

Both, however, are equally saddening, angering and inhumane.

Katie Melua’s Spider’s Web

I like this song for both it’s melody. And the lyrics. Beautiful lyrics (and she wrote them herself!)

SPIDER’S WEB by Katie Melua
If a black man is racist, is it okay
If it’s the white man’s racism that made him that way
Because the bully’s the victim they say
By some sense they’re all the same

Because the line between
Wrong and right
Is the width of a thread
From a spider’s web
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind

I could tell you to go to war
Or I could march for peace and fighting no more
How do I know which is right
And I hope he does when he sends you to fight

Because the line between wrong and right
Is the width of a thread from a spider’s web
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind

Should we act on a blame
Or should we chase the moments away
Should we live
Should we give
Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time
Because the line between wrong and right
Is the width of a thread from a spider’s web
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind

To all you lovely people who make my world how it is today,

wishing all of you a (belated) HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY

(sorry JiaHui, I don’t know why your test tube isn’t in the picture. But it is the most creative gift hahaha. And Nat Huang, I had to eat your cupcake. It was a nice cupcake)

(all the other presents should be up there)

Take a look at this.

Click on the link that says ‘In pictures: the world’s weirdest signs’ as well!

Seeing this reminds me of the trip to HuangShan in 2006, when Melissa and I were in the hotel room and we were flipping through the hotel information file and chanced upon this sentence in the Welcome Message: “We hope to make guests fell at home.”

Nick Pitera has a good voice.
Thank you Ethel love for the good video

Also check out him singing ‘Part of Your World’ and ‘No One’ by Alicia Keys! Good

OH *&^$#&*()&^%$^&*()*&^%$&$%^&*^%#@@$^&*&** WHERE DOES ALL THE TIME GO WHEN I GO ONLINE?

One minute it’s 6-something and now I look again, it’s 8:56!

BYE

and that is because we’ve got homework for the Chinese New Year holidays.

HOMEWORK, LOVELIES, HOMEWORK.

WHY?

First of all, I am a CHINESE. Even though I am not exactly strong in my grasp of my mother tongue and I don’t read Chinese newspapers or watch Chinese news daily or speak a lot of Chinese or enjoy writing Chinese essays as much English essays, I do speak Chinese and listen to Chinese radio and blah, I am essentially a CHINESE!
And what does that mean?
It means I CELEBRATE CHINESE NEW YEAR.
And Chinese New Year is NOT meant to be spent sitting at the study table doing homework and studying for tests NOR to be spent at some relative’s house supposedly enjoying yourself but all you can think of is the homework or the tests you’re supposed to be doing!
So if we had gatherings at different houses every day during this long weekend, how are we supposed to find the time to complete our work?
“Oh, _______, I’m so sorry but I gotta stay home and finish this shitty project up. You all go ahead and have fun.” WHAT?
WTH!
WHAT THE HELL!
…oops, Mum said no cursing during the festive period.
*stows away bag of curses*

Second, say I was one of the many Chinese who come from Malaysia and Indonesia and wherever else, and I was to go back to Malaysia and Indonesia and wherever else to spend the Chinese New Year with the rest of the family there. How was I going to complete my homework? After all, how often do I get to see those relatives? Once, twice a year? How would it seem if I were to bring homework there? It’s supposed to be TIME SPENT WITH THE FAMILY, RIGHT? I’m not one to embrace traditions all the time, but I do believe in this kind of family reunion, this widely-celebrated festival.

Third, even if I wasn’t Chinese and didn’t celebrate Chinese New Year, I wouldn’t want to do work. I’ll like to enjoy myself, relax a bit. It’s just like Hari Raya, Deepavali etc y’know. I’m not Indian nor Malay nor Eurasian and neither is the majority of the Singaporean population but we all get a well-deserved holiday and everyone would like to take a break. So what if CNY gets a long holiday over the weekend? It’s not an excuse for homework.

When my Math teacher Mrs Seah gave us homework for Binomial Theorem (questions from the textbook and this practice worksheet because we’ve got a freaking test on it next week, together with a Literature test and Biology test), we had this conversation

me: Oh no, why so much homework!
Mrs Seah: You see, you can enjoy the first two days of the holiday. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday! You can play on Thursday and Friday, don’t touch your work at all! Then you have Saturday and Sunday what! You do work la!
me: But I got family gatherings the entire weekend…
Mrs Seah: Who ask you to be so sociable?!
me: *thinking in my head* That’s not the point…!

Nice lovely ranty post here.
On a nicer note, I am enjoying my food and family gatherings.