It's Wednesday again. Found myself involved in some Pioneer Palette thing. They are trying to paint the school walls with the school song, school motto, school vision...and stuff. Basically, they want the busy J2 to do something for the school before we leave. Shouldn't studying be our top priority? And what's more, we have to come up with the design and everything. Carmen and drawing don't go quite well together. Stick man? No problem! Mural? BIG PROBLEM! I just hope someone in class can draw. Or maybe our partner class has someone of some artistic talent.

Talking about school, I just love school. Had a good share of laughter consulting my math teacher today. He can joke about practically everything. Haha. Thanks Mr Tham. It was really funny. When Cailing and I approached him, he asked me if I had skipped lessons before. When I said no, he asked the same question again, when I answered no again, he told another teacher I was his "girlfriend"and Cailing(Not in his tutorial class) was an "alien" LOL. Really awesome teacher. He just has something against girls. I wonder if he's married. XD

Went to lot one to catch the movie "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" with Justin (from OG 27) today. It was a great movie, many life lessons learnt. Justin rates 5 stars. I rate 4.5 stars. The 0.5 stars are not given because I feel that there were too many kissing scenes of Benjamin and Daisy. Also because there was use of vulgarity by kid Benjamin at last part of the movie.

Spoiler alert
On the day that Hurricane Katrina hits New Orleans, elderly Daisy Williams is on her deathbed in a New Orleans hospital. At her side is her adult daughter, Caroline. Daisy asks Caroline to read to her aloud the diary of Daisy's lifelong friend, Benjamin Button. Benjamin's diary recounts his entire extraordinary life, the primary unusual aspect of which was his aging backwards, being born an old man who was diagnosed with several aged diseases at birth and thus given little chance of survival, but who does survive and gets younger with time.

Abandoned by his biological father, Thomas Button, after Benjamin's biological mother died in childbirth, Benjamin was raised by Queenie, a black woman and caregiver at a seniors home. Daisy's grandmother was a resident at that home, which is where she first met Benjamin. Although separated through the years, Daisy and Benjamin remain in contact throughout their lives, with Benjamin sending postcards and Daisy sending letters.

Reconnecting in their forties, when in age they finally match up, Benjamin and Daisy started their serious relationship. As Caroline reads on, she finds out that Benjamin is her biological father. Although taken aback, she continues to flip through the pages and she finds herself some birthday cards by Benjamin for her every birthday after the age of one.

That was just a quick spoiler. Very touching movie that makes you laugh, cry, think and ponder on life. We don't treasure something until we really lose it. As Benjamin grows younger, people around him starts dying. And he has to learn to let go of the people he used to treasure.

"As we grow, we cling onto things. But one day, we'll have to let it go." - Captain Mike

Catch the movie. Worth every cent. ^_^
Cate Blanchett is my Idol!!!

This is an emo post. Please do not read it if you don't want to. Don't force.

My life is a total crap. Home sweet home my foot. My irritating dad just quarrel with my over the toilet. Unbelievable.

I was just using the silver cleaner to clean my silver necklace. After dipping it in the cleaner the next thing to do was to wash it through clean water. I did all these in the toilet because I didn't want to spill anything. In walks my dad, needing the toilet bowl. I told him okay just let my bring my things out of the toilet and he can have it for as long as he wanted. But NO! He shouted at me: GET OUT OF THE WAY! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ENGLISH? USE YOUR BRAIN LA! I NEED THE TOILET NOW! GET OUT OF THE TOILET IMMEDIATELY! WA LAO!

Like huh? Do I deserve that? It's not like I was unwilling to give him the toilet or anything. Seriously. He can really find fault with everything. That's how I got into depression in Secondary school. Since young it has been like that. Beating me up for leaning on the lift, not holding a chopstick properly, being too busy to help with housework, he even slapped me in church for whispering to my sister. I can't begin to say how much I hate him. But then, if I ever leave the house, I would be letting my mum down. She is so much nicer compared to the irritating dad. When the Chinese essay asked us to write about how much we should thank our dads, I wrote with sarcasm. I couldn't think about anything nice about him.

I will survive. But I know my home is not like any other. It is full of abuses and violence. I shall stay in school to study everyday and reduce our meeting hours to reduce my chance of getting scolded and shouted at. Hate is too strong a word. I dislike my life.