Sunset.
I've never seen it here, in singapore. ever.
Wishing I was there, soaking in the vibrancy, colours
and smelling sweet sweet freedom.
cause over here..
The four cold walls,
the mechanical ticking of the clock,
the monotonous whirling of the fan,
the staleness of everything in the room.
That familiar burnt, cold smell,
The smell of fatigue and boredorm that clings on so tightly.
Its suffocating, drowning.

Even when its so so mundane,
Even when left brain is overworked and right brain screams boredorm
give me the strength to pull through.



~Did you climb a mountain that high too?
:)

"15 ...This is what the LORD says to you: 'Do not be afraid or discouraged because of this vast army. For the battle is not yours, but God's. 16 Tomorrow march down against them. They will be climbing up by the Pass of Ziz, and you will find them at the end of the gorge in the Desert of Jeruel. 17 You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the LORD will give you, O Judah and Jerusalem. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the LORD will be with you.' "

2 Chronicles 20:15-17


The time was worth while after all.


I shouldn't be giving the load to you with the silly excuse of mugging for O's every single time.
And you shouldn't be sorry for doing so much for them without telling me.
I appreciate it, so don't be apologetic. Really.
Yup, teamwork:)
Its looking good.

Fiona misses you too :(

picture perfect smile

My first time drawing a portrait.:)
Im quite happy with the results!
(though the eyes are way too big and unproportionate)
Happy mother's day, mummy!

Missing you already, even though you haven't left for nz.

Cooking mama!

Mummy is leaving for new zealand on tuesday. Its shocking to see how much food we're stocking up on. Instant udon, green tea, fruits, lots of convenience food cause the 3 of us(daddy, ben and I) can't cook for nuttss.

The last time daddy cooked,(okay technically, he didn't cook, he microwaved) we ate crispy chicken for dinner. Nope, not those succulent popcorn like stuff from KFC, but literally potato-chip-like crispy, charcoal coloured chicken.
yum-mmy!
Oh my stomach hurts already.

night!
(don't worry, Liz can cook, as good as mama!)

myself, in words.

I feel like a kid every time i go to the library.
I skipped there today..unknowingly. Pong caught me for that one:)

read up on this while i was there:

ISFP
Introverted sensing feeling perceiving

ISFP are gentle, caring and sensitive people, who keep much of their intensly personal ideals and values to themselves. They more often express their deeply felt passions throught actions than through words.
Modest and reserve, ISFPs are really tremendously warm and enthusiastic people but tend to not show that side of themselves except with people they know well and trust fully. ISFPs tend to be misunderstood because of their tendency not to express themselves directly.
ISFPs are patient, flexible, and easy to get along with and have little need to dominate or control others. The are nonjudgemental and accepting of other behavior in a rather matter-of-fact way. They are observant of people and things around them and do not seek to find motives or meanings.
Because ISFPs live completely in the present moment, they do not tend to prepare or plan more than it is neccessary. Good short-range planners, they are relaxed about getting things done becuse they are fully engaged in the here and now and like to enjoy the current experience result rushing on to the next.
Interested in what they learn and sense directly from their experiences and senses, they are often artisitc and aesthetic, and seek to create beautiful and personal environments for themselves.
Without the need to lead, ISFPs are often loyal followers and good team members. Because of they use their personal values to judge everything in life, they like other people who take the time to get to know them and understand their inner loyalties. Basically trusting and understanding, they need harmonious relationships in their lives and are sensitive to conflicts and disagreements.

Possible blind spots
The highly sensitive nature of ISFPs allows them to clearly see the needs of other people and they sometimes work so excessively to fulfil those needs that they neglect themselves in the process. This can result in their becoming physically ill from exhaustion and overwork. They need to take time out from caring for others to take care of themselves.
Because they focus so completely on their experience in the moment, they tend not to look beyond the present, and miss the broader view. They sometimes have difficulty understanding things in a more complex context. Because they don't usually look for or see possibilities that don't exsist at the present time, they don't tend to prepare in advance. They often have trouble organising their time and resources. They may have to work hard to curb their impulse to go off and enjoy a quiet moment, or participate in a favourite activity.
ISFPs are vulnerable to the criticism of others because they tend to take feedback personally and become offended and discouraged. They may be seen as gullible and too trusting because they accept people and things as they are and don't expect a malicious motive or read anything else into them. They need to become more asserive about their own needs and consider the implications of another's behaviour. By applying some objectivity and skepticism to their analysis they can become better judges of character.

Chop tye ah

ahma
生日快乐! 我有时间就会立刻把这个文章翻译让你读!
(哈哈。恐怕翻译后会变得太过简单。)
不知道为什么今天就是
很像很像
到你店去玩!


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"Chop Tye Ah"
Dedicated to Ahma.(even though i first wrote it for school)


starting from para2:
“Chop Tye Ah” was the name of my grandfather’s Chinese medicine shop, located on the main streets of Chinatown. I remember visiting the shop regularly as a child. Vague memories often come to mind, of the old wooden signboard that hung over the shop front, with three Chinese characters written from right to left. Along the walls were rows of cupboards containing stones, minerals, metals, plants, herbs, animals, vegetables, fruits, cereal crops of unusual shape and sizes, some looking far from palatable. As a child, I recall squeezing through the many shelves of bizarre objects that towered over me, to eventually find my grandfather amongst the dense space, treating his patients in his cramped, box shaped office. Boasting decades of Chinese medicine practice passed down from my great-grandfather, my grandfather often talked about how he could “understand the full complexity of symptoms and dynamic balances”. (Until today, I have yet to comprehend the meaning of that statement.) Firstly, he would take the patient’s pulse with a light feel to the wrist. “Ah. I see,” he would remark in Chinese, then scribbling down illegible Chinese characters in typical doctors handwriting, on his large black notebook. During his free time, he would allow me to role play as the doctor. I never failed to enjoy doodling on his large notebook, taking his pulse and mimicking his deep voice, “Ah, I see, I see.”

Near the stall front, was where my grandmother worked, packing the medicine that my grandfather had prescribed. Her trusty old equipment was her “ti zhong ji” or Chinese herb scale, which was a plate and pendent made of brass, used to measure herbs and medicine. She would scan the rows of cupboards frantically, looking for an assortment of herbs, later to weigh them and combine them into paper packages for the patients to take home. I often marveled at her ability to find the many plants, herbs, animals, vegetables of all sorts at such a quick pace at her age. For someone in her sixties, she was a perfect living example of the benefits of consuming Chinese medicine, keeping strong and healthy. To lighten her burden, she taught me how to work the cash register, collecting money. With the aid of her shop worker, I did my mathematics, keyed in numbers, collected the money, always feeling the sense of accomplishment with every successful cash-in.

The atmosphere of the shop was often lively, with the shop workers constant shouts, “Pass me the dried seahorses!” or “This customer wants to buy top grade birdsnest!” Every time I visited, it was practically stepping into a world with exotic bizarre findings and weird encounters, always interesting, always refreshing. However, slowly, with time, the customer numbers decreased, so did the shop earnings. Perhaps people lost interest and belief in traditional medicine, choosing to opt for western treatment over Chinese. Thus, it was inevitable that “Chop Tye Ah” had to close, raking in greater losses than earnings. I was just twelve at that time, but truly devastated at the news, for that was a place that brought so many memories, of carefree days, frolicking and playing among the rows of cupboards and examining the bizarre. On the last day of business, my grandmother gave me a dried seahorse. I recall the deep feeling of loss as she said “Girl ah, this seahorse cannot import already, extinct already.” The shop, just like the seahorse, it was to be extinct, gone.

The bubble tea shop and “Hang Ten” clothing store that has since replaced my grandfathers medicine store often makes me smirk when I pass by its store front. They seem so out of place next to other businesses selling ethnic clothing or traditional Chinese delicacies. But they are a fond reminder of the “Chop Tye Ah” which used to stand in its place. Those memories can never be erased even if the shop is gone. I will continue to find them in the heart of Chinatown.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

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(Sometimes..)

Cut off some of the beginning.
Sorry for the abrupt start,
some really minor made up details
and mediocre writing i rushed to finish:)
(I'm wishing i wrote up to my p6 standard, it was better then seriously.)



Thank you God for creating today,
and for creating me special

Beauty.

Missing you guys lots!



Im a failure at expositions, but I score real well for personal narratives.
When I go to JC, im gonna get it tough. heh:)24/30. first of a kind, from her.

I truly laughed, and played, like one of you. Should I step back and take a look at myself? Maybe its not all that good to let myself go, too much. Choosing between being authoritative and being a friend to you all. It should never be on the extremes of both sides. Though jamming,it was real fun and it made my day:)