I got my letter.... FINALLY


If a man is called a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well. Martin Luther King, Jr



Whatever that you're given, it doesn't matter. You give your best. You make the most out of it.

Now i dunno which uni i shld choose after the FASS thingy in the morn. And you won't believe it. I took more than 3 hrs from home to reach the fass even with guidance from wf, pearlyna and anna. My family kept telling me not to be emotional, not to be influenced by frens etc... And smth mfen said during dinner just now made me think very hard. Anyways, today is a happy day. (:

Though i just realised that i'd spent abt $400 this 2 weeks. I'm so very dead.



In the battle of life

"In the battle of life, it is not the critic who counts; nor the one who points out how the strong person stumbled, or where the doer of a deed could have done better. The credit belongs to the person who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; who does actually strive to do deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotion, spends oneself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at worst, if he or she fails, at least fails while daring greatly. Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those timid spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat." Theodore Roosevelt




And one day, I'll say: I have a dream. And today, my dream came true.

And drogba is damn imba!

You know what happens when you hurt people? When you hurt people, they love you less. That's what careless words do. People love you less.

Yup, i though i'd pretty much given up on this blog and will just blog on the lians blog in the future. Well, first thing first its very leychey to blog both ways and the 2nd reason, you know, i know.


But after yesterday's tok to a dear someone till 4 plus am, i couldn't get it off my chest. I mean, it's just too unbelievable. My opinion of a certain someone just changed totally. Like T.O.T.A.L.L.Y.
180 Degrees.

I mean, did this sort of thing really happen at all? Huh? All along for the past entire yr, i only know one side of the story then now its like stunned. I know its not smth good but i wasn't prepared to hear that .... that sort of stuff.


Ok, i don't exactly love this person but things are amiable. Then now that i know, and i dun , i can't pretend that i dunno anything. There will be this barrier. So just avoid, yeah, if only i could.


You know that feeling of counting down to your prelims/ A-levels. That apprehension?

I am experiencing that now.




And yi-hsuan left today. For Good. Though she isn't going to read this coz she said apparently china dun allow blogs to be aired, but i just wanna write this down.

I just wanna say thank-you. Thanks for being a real dear friend. Thanks for always being there. Thanks for being there during that cloudy period when friendship ties, everything seems to change. I'll never forget that. Thanks for the times you'd draw patrick beside my stupid spongebob squarepants during math lectures. Thanks for being part of the family, for being my lao-po, for hafing a dumb daughter. (LOL!) Thanks for enduring my sometimes ultra-lame/cold/not funny jokes and not giving me the why-are-you-asking-such-a-dumb-thing kind of face. Haha.

I'll miss the times we mug or rather tried to mug in the reading room (ok, i lied. I dun really miss mugging) The times we queued up for wonton mee. Remember that time we din go for chinese tutorial but went for wonton mee instead? Hahaha. Miss the sleepovers, yeah, you slept over the most. haha. And i'll remember how you like the sour plum candy, how you haf to take some yuckky chinese medicine for your _____(insert blank)lol! after lunch. Hahaha. I'll remember how no matter how pro your chinese is, you can't pronounce the word cold in chinese.

All these little stuff, these quirks, these idiosyncracies of yours, no matter how unimportant they're, i'll always remember them. Forever.

Though the time we haf spent together may seem short and unfruitful, but i can't deny the fact that you've been there, there all along in my life for 2 of the most important years of my life. Now that you're off to embark on your journey into the unknown, for greener pastures, for a red-indian husband, haha, i can only wish you luck in your future endeavours, whatever they may be.

And if you ever miss us, miss s'pore, (i hope you do!) just hug that darn cute lion wif the underwear. You may opt to wear that underwear but you might haf a little trouble wif it. Hahaha. Let this short post be a tribute to you.


Lee Yi-Hsuan, I HEART YOU!