-=| My 2 week long blog entry |=-
And so here I am back to blog again. During these 2 weeks many things just happened and I just cannot stop it. And currently at home I am going through a huge crisis and I do not know what to do.
2 Sundays ago, when I was having fun with the others at uncle John's house, my mum broke the news that she is quitting her job. It was such a shocking decision of hers, and I wonder why did she want to do that. She has been working for the home, which was under the church for a loyal 15 years. And now suddenly she just quit, something must be really wrong here.
It was only on the Monday where I have over heard weird conversations and suspicious news that she wants to quit her job, I was like "Oh my god!" First thing that came to mind was are we going to be starving? The main breadwinner of the family is losing her job and that Friday was going to be her last day. That dad of mine is holding a job just to kill time and my sis do not even have enough money for herself. What are we going to go through? I am starting school in weeks and what might happen to me? Question like these flooded my brain.
And what my mother would say is that no need worry. We got through the time where your dad did not go to work, so we will still go by this time. I was thinking to my self, my dad works as a health bookseller, having to go to schools to impress the principal to buy the books. How much money could he earn?
Well her resignation was the cause of some office political problems, which is not nice to elaborate here as it would tarnish the institution's name some how or rather. Well this made me real disappointed with them, and it gave me a different impression of them.
On Wednesday, I went out with Shaun to Orchard to go bumming around bitching about things we see which we find very fascinating. Basically crap off the whole day, but it was filled with lots of fun and laughter. If you noticed i had eye liner on, and one eye smudged, it took me like 1 hour to draw a pair of eyes, but all is worth it.
It was only 1 week ago where my parents was deciding of dividing the 2 rooms which they have been occupying for that many years back to their original state. And my sis and I get to have our own personal room. I guess it is a blessing in disguise, as my mum would have time to invigilate the procedure of the hacking and mending of the walls.
Well I have many future plans for my room, and I want it to look totally different from the others. Now that the room is mine, I shall be able to decide on the wall's colour and where things should go; I just cannot wait for that day to come.
Last Friday, I was like spending my afternoon clearing up my cupboard. It was filled just with things from sec3-4. It is just 2 years but my worksheets and assignments just piled up into 2 gigantic bags, which was the equivalent of about 3 A3, sized boxes. The first bag was brought to the lift level and the 2nd was thrown down the shoot, stack by stack memories of what I felt when doing those compositions flooded my mind. It was a pity that my blood and sweat is going down the shoot, but it feels quite good. It seems as if it was a sign that whatever I have done is the pass and now I am starting stuff anew. The sound of paper fluttering down the 12-leveled shoot just was so addictive, and made me feel like throwing more stuff down. I guess if the paper flooded the bin, the cleaners would have a hard time maneuvering. Imagine those cleaners were to pull the bin out of the shoot and see lots of horribly scribbled papers on the surface and connect it with their cute little automobile and starts driving it to the next stop. Wherever it went it left a trail, like a funeral, instead of incense paper, my worksheets, a funeral for those teacher's hearts which I broke, teacher's face I trampled on, and teacher's feelings which I trash with my mouth.
Cleaning up was not a favorite chore to do, but because I am going to take over a whole room makes me more diligent to clear things up sooner. If possible I will try my best to post my before and after pictures.
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng P3RS0N@L!TY
Personality : Flamboyant T@g W!SH3S 3M@!l CURR3NT M00D W3@TH3R F00T PR!NTS !N 3 S@nd R@D!0 ST@T!0NS P@ST R3CORDS L!NKS
DOB : 19th May 1988
Age : 19+
Height : 1.73++m
Weight : Abt 60kg
Zodiac : Dragon
Horroscope : Taurus
Fav Sports : Breathing exercises on the bed every night(snore)
Fav colour : Blue, silver, black
Fav things : Vintage looking stuff...
Hates : People who commands me to do anything
Worst habits : Talking back, bitching...
Best Habits : Obeys house rules
How do u relax : Bitching, complaining, vibrate my ear drums with sound waves from my disc man
One thing tat no one noes abt? : i'm Sentimental...
Three words 2 describe me : Rude Noisy Freak
One liner tat i'm most proud of : Being kind to your enemy means to be cruel to yourself
Moto in life : Look 4 a goal n strife hard
