Started Spanish lessons again after a month long hiatus and I have a new teacher! His name is Mr Olger Portilla and he's a funny guy. AND he's Spaniard! His hair and eyes resemble that of the Grinch though but other than that he's pretty humorous. I call him Señor Portilla.

I suspect he thinks I can't really speak proper English, because whenever I say a sentence, he would keep repeating the noun to me and make an action. Like he asked me

"A Que hora?" which means what time is it, so I said " No tengo reloj, señor." Coz I wasnt wearing a watch. Then he was all "Ah! No tengo reloj! Don't have a watch! Muy bien!"

Then he kept looking at me and tapping his wrist for like 6 full seconds and nodding his head and saying watch. For many of the nouns he mentioned, he would perform an action to describe and and look at me and not the other students, and then pronounce it extremely slowly and break up the Spanish morphemes together.

Oh well. At least I now know the exactamundo way of pronouncing it.

AND I made a new friend called Jean! Well its not really her name, but she says the teacher pronounces Jean better than he actual name, which is Chinese. Fair enough =) But she's friendly. She's only like 2 years older than me & studying Econs at SMU.

Am meeting MHD tomorrow to rehearse our french role play. I NEED to memorize my French lines. GOD GIVE ME STRENGTH.

I think I love culture. Like seriously. I mean, I like the Spanish and French language, and take it further. I want to learn Italian too. I like watching the Latin American and Bollywood dances.

I read somewhere that if a woman perceives herself to be beautiful, the higher the possibility of her committing adultery.

I wonder if women like, say Aishwarya Rai, or Megan Fox consider themselves hot without a doubt.

can i just say for once that I think Aishwarya is muy bonita? I love her blue-green eyes. AND THE ACCESSORIES. Somehow, the way the Indians put on makeup is different from the way the Caucasians & the Europeans do it. I think. She looks so exotic here.

HOLY GUACAMOLE

someone has uploaded the movie, Tears of the Sun onto youtube!

Did I mention that's my current favourite movie!

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BLESS WHOEVER UPLOADED THE MOVIE !

tomorrow.
is.
APIP/RMA.
presentation.
and.
i.
am.
presenting.
the.
Discussion.
section.
and.
I.
am.
going.
to.
drop.
dead.
after.
it.
from.
the.
nervousness.

good.
bye.
cruel.
world.
i.
have.
been.
with.
you.
from.
the.
beginning.


Came home and watched a bit of this Bollywood movie called Shakti and I feel depressed now. Because Aishwarya Rai can dance so great & she's so beautiful & she has these lovely turquoise eyes that scream exoticness and sensuality.

HOW COME THE INDIANS CAN DANCE SO WELL?

I like Bollywood dance and music though =)

Shall work on script for presentation now.
Dang.
Still have I/O.
I hate I/O SDL. It's redundant.


I would like to buy olive oil and put it in my hair during bedtime, then wash it off the next day. It does wonders in removing dirt that shampoo doesn't and gives your hair a healthy sheen.

Well CNY is here.

And I guess it was all right. The same stuff every year.

Mum and I had a tiff before leaving for my Granddad's house.

She complained about what I wore, how short it was, how untidy my hair was,

how big and unsightly my earrings were.

She OFFERED to help my sis comb her hair and style it but ignored me

completely. Sometimes I think she's secretly disappointed for having a daughter that isn't as pretty as her eldest. HOWEVER, I have a higher EQ than my sis.

I am neither as anti-social as her, nor as proud as she is.

But today was fine. Went over to my grand-uncle's house as per usual. Then me and my relatives, started talking about our surname.

Juan.

Like how un-Chinese it was because in Mandarin, our surname is called Yuan. Then my 79 year old grandfather started saying something like when his father entered the island, the officials changed the alphabet "Y" to a "J". And we were all like .

-_- Go figure.

I was walking along the road just now at about 9, and I saw this trio standing at the curb trying to flag a taxi. And when I was approaching them, I realized that there was a man with an American accent so I thought maybe he was those Chinese fellows who was born in America and everything.

But as I got closer, I noticed that his chest and shoulder muscles were carved and chiseled

with such fine finesse, & I began to wonder if he was really Chinese. ( not that Chinese guys DON'T have nice chest and shoulders, but I've never actually seen one.) Then I saw that this guy was an American dude and he was like.........good looking. Even he goes visiting on Chinese New Year with his girlfriend. It's so sweet =)

Was reading an online newsletter sent to me from Defenders of Wildlife, which I'm a member of, and I never realized that Sarah Palin approved bounty hunters to shoot down magnificent wolves from air crafts, saying some bullshit about how she's worried that the hunters have to

fight with these beautiful creatures for food, since they're better killers than humans and

she has in her heart, the welfare of the hunters and their family.

Yeah right. Bitch.

It's like slaughtering dogs for their meat in China all over again. Honestly, what

is wrong with people like them? Have they no compassion? No soul? No honor?

It's just downright disgusting. These people ought to be shot.

So today is Chinese New Year's Eve and we all had dinner at my granddad's place. When I arrived, I saw my grandfather straddled on his massage chair and watching his usual Chinese movie. So I sat on the chair next to him and took out my book to read. Because I get bored there easily.

Then my granddad apparently turned and saw what I was reading and suddenly went "Serene," , and he pointed to the TV screen, "you can read the Chinese words or not?"

I got a little, well stunned, because I mean, OF COURSE I can read the Chinese words. Do I look, like someone who is NOT Chinese, I ask you? Huh?

So I simply nodded and he laughed, though I failed to see what was hilarious. Even my own grandfather doubts his granddaughter's ability to converse & comprehend her mother tongue. Gee thanks Grandpa.

Then we all made our way home at around 9.30pm and I went to take Bobby for a walk & I saw this couple fighting at my 12 o'clock. Like, the guy was yelling in the woman's face and grabbing her forearm and screaming something that sounded like dialect. AND the woman was screaming back and struggling to shrug the guy off.

He started getting aggressive and I was as sure as hell that I wouldn't wanna be caught in there, because firstly, I had a baby with me. Bobby is so small. Seriously what if the guy gets so mad he sees my precious pup and decides to pick my baby up and hurl it at the woman?

And secondly, I doubt they could speak English. So I just walked away with Bobby desperately trying to keep up. Seriously my dog is like. SLOW. Come on, darling I have 2 legs. You have 4!

When I got home I saw my mum sweeping the house and stuff and she asked me to help, so I was like "Why the sudden spring clean?"

And she said "It's Chinese New Year tomorrow. Your father will scold me if I sweep the house tomorrow. I also didn't know you couldn't clean the house when its Chinese New Year until I married your father and your Ah Kong told me about all the Chinese traditions!"

That makes 2 of us, except I learnt about all the traditions from my secondary school mates. Unlucky for me, Pops heard and was all "Serene, you're a Chinese, shouldn't you know all these by now? Don't follow your mother and only know all the Western traditions okay? Stop watching your CSI and Ugly Bunny and whatever"

Yes Pops. I heard ya loud and clear. He couldn't even get the name of a TV show right! But seriously, I'm not really one for superstitions. I should have just been born an Indian. I wouldn't mind being an Indian with turquoise eyes and long dark curly hair =)

Shucks. MHD just sent me the dialogue with MORE changes again. Honestly, I'm getting sick of changing and editing. We rehearsed our lines today and I realized that my French accent sucks.

Bollocks.

English: You have a beautiful smile.
French: Tu souris si gentiment
[ tu swah-rhay see jhon-tee-mohn]

So I've completed the last three minutes for APIP meetings we had this past week and sent them to my self-proclaimed magnificent leader, Shu Yun this morning. Cannot believe that APIP has ended, which means that Year 1 will be ending like some time in March. It seems like only a few weeks ago that I first started out at TP.

Oh plus I went to Bugis with QH and Val yesterday. QH bought a white vest that she intends to wear with a blue dress she has, and Val bought really cool shirts from this outlet called Sphere. DAMN. There were soooooooo many shops with pretty floral print empire dresses that just oozed femininity & sensuality. But I'm neither tall nor thin enough to look hot in it. I bought a pair of gold hoop earrings though. It was 7 bucks. Just like the ones I got from Forever 21. Honestly, local brands CANNOT make hoop earrings the way the Caucasians & Europeans do. Give it up, folks!

I wanted to get this really cute Elmo keychain from Bugis Junction for Shoe, BUT Holy Mary Mother of God, it was bloody $7 for a small little Elmo figure! Rip-offs!!!!! So I didn't buy it.

I WANT THE DRESSES I WANT THE DRESSES I WANT THE DRESSES

Was supposed to be doing I/O Psych this afternoon, but Jess just told me our article is under the Swiss Journal of Psychology, and not from any other databases we were supposed to find from. Bollocks. So I went to email Mr Elijah Wee about it. So I went youtubing for like 2 hours watching funny videos. My jaw hurts. But my endorphin levels have elevated & now I'm in an awesome mood !

Whoo, I looooooove my girlfriends to the core! THANKS NETTE, & SHOE & JANELL & JESSLYN for all your encouragement ♥♥

[ to SHOE/JANELL: if you see any blog shops with hoop / large earrings. PASS IT ON TO ME .]

to shoe: if you can read this, thank a teacher =)

Great. Just had ANOTHER fight with the mother again. Seriously I can't stand it anymore, plus it wasn't like I was in the wrong.

Apparently she bought some hair cream for me and my sis, who pissed me off again. And after I took a bath she asked me to come over so she could show me how to put on the gel myself, and I shrugged and innocently said "whatever".

Then she poured this cream onto one hand, and with her other hand, pulled my hair like freaking hard, I felt like my hair was going to rip off. Then she slapped the cream onto my scalp and rubbed it in with her fingertips.

I swear to God, she has LONG fingernails okay and when she massaged the gel onto my scalp, I could literally FEEL her nails raking across my entire head, so naturally I cringed.

THEN, I don't f****** know why, she started yelling "I don't understand, why is it pain? You know what your bloody problem is Serene? You don't even put on conditioner? My God, Serene you're a big girl now and you can't even take care of your own hair! How useless!"

Seriously, that was the shit last straw so I yelled back "I did put on conditioner. I do know how to take care of my hair. You just don't see me putting conditioner or night cream, that's all. It's not my fault I'm born with this type of hair. You don't like it, too freaking bad. It's MY hair. "

So I just slammed the door in her face and I refuse to come out. I don't want to see her face for now.
Sometimes, I just want to grab a cleaver and plunge it in her head. Sure, people say she's jovial because she talks to others a lot and everything, but if they were me, they'd think twice. So what if she's unique because she's Eurasian? She calls me stupid in front of other people in the lift when I made her upset about something & start blundering about why God gave her such children with such stupidity.

She makes me feel like I'm nothing special. She makes me feel like I'm useless. She makes me feel ugly & significant.

Does she know that I once cut myself because of what she said to me? After I failed CA2 in Sec 4 and my results sucked and she was like "You think you can get into Anderson JC with this results? Dream on la. You're better off in ITE. You're just not as smart as Wendy. Why are you so stupid? My goodness I seriously cannot understand!"

I told other people that my dog scratched me while playing with me.

Thus, so it explains why I would rather be in school sometimes than go back home. Unimaginable stress factors at home.

Maybe this is why I can't picture a future with my mother. She'd give me hell, I swear. I wish I could just go to America and live a new life by myself with my friends and just forget about her.

They say happiness is relative. But can I just say that at times, I'm just not happy at home, especially with my mother around.

They say God can heal a broken heart if He has all the pieces of it. I bet He doesn't have all of mine, because why is it that not only my heart, but every part of my body is broken too?

A broken heart can be anything but broken because it has already faced breaks, wears and tears for far too long a period already.




Figher, by Christina Aguilera

After all you put me through
You'd think I'd dispise you
But in the end I wanna thank you
Cause you made that much stronger

Well I thought I knew you
Thinking that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust
Called your bluff time is up
Cause I've had enough

You were there by my side
Always down for the ride
But your joyride
Just came down in flames
Cause your deedssold me out in shame

After all of the stealing,
your cheating
You probably thinkthat I hold resentment for you
But...you're wrong
Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know just how capableI am to pull through

So I wanna say thank you

[CHORUS]
Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Never saw it comingall of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in on my good thingbefore I realized your game
I heard your going round
Playing the victim now
But don't even begin feeling
I'm the one to blame
Cause you dug your own grave

After all of the fights and the lies
Guess you wanted to harm me
But that won't work any moreno more...i
I's over
Cause if it wasn't forall of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down

So I wanna say thank you

[CHORUS]

How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust so cruel
Could only see the good in you
Pretended not to see the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see
You won't stop me.

I am a fighter and I (fighter and I)
I ain't gon stop (I ain't gon stop)
There is no turning back I've had enough

[CHORUS]

Serene shall openly declare that "Juliet" Poh Shu Yun is a "practical" and invigorating erm, being, to be with and loves her whole heartedly as well.


Shit. My mother just scolded me because I got a little snappy at her when she asked me to check some hotel reservation shit on my laptop and I was like " Can we do this later? I have work to do."

THEN she was like "Don't talk to me like that, okay? Don't make me slap you okay. Then don't ask me for any help."

HELLO. Like all I said was like check it later, because I seriously hate being distracted from work, especially when it involves project like APIP and my French.

I thought your mother is like supposed to be your best friend whom you can confide everything with and not feel weird or what? And that she'd offer you advice and talk about clothes and boys and everything.

NEWSFLASH: I'd rather commit suicide, then talk to my mum about my social life.

I feel an overwhelming sense of dread and despair everytime I talk to her about such personal issues.

Honestly, I tried talking to her about clothes and stuff and then there was mention of a dress, and she said I would look ugly. From then on I categorically REFUSED to speak to her about what's happening in my life. How can she understand, when she hasn't been able to since she never tried?

I wish my Mum were more of a mother and less of, well, one who supportsme financially and stuff ( not that I don't appreciate it)

I wish I could talk to her about anything under the sun.
I wish I could fall asleep at night with her at my bed telling me a story about how she and my dad met.
I wish I could cry in front of her without having to go to bathroom and spill my tears so that she won't see how weak I can be in her presence.
I wish she would tell me for once, that I am beautiful.

Sometimes, I wish I had a different mother. Just to see what's it like to crumble and fall into pieces and know that youf'd be picked up with grace and comfort.

Tell me to, sometimes, I try so hard, but still I am unable to picture as future with my mother.

God forgive me.




Heroe por Enrique Iglesias.

Quiero ser tu heroe

Si una vez yo pudiera llegar.
A erizar de frio tu piel a quemar que se yo,
tu boca y morirme alli despues
Y si entonces temblaras por mi lloraras al verme sufrir
ay sin dudar tu vida entera dar
como yo la doy por ti.


Si pudiera ser tu heroe
Si pudiera ser tu Dios
que salvarte a ti mil veces
puede ser mi salvacion.

Si supieras la locura que llevo
que me hiere y me mata por dentro
y que mas da mira que al final
lo que importa es que te quiero

Si pudiera ser tu heroe
Si pudiera ser tu Dios
que salvarte a ti mil veces
puede ser mi salvacion

dejame tocarte,
quiero acariciarte una vez mas,
mira que al final lo
que importa es que te quiero

Si pudiera ser tu heroe
Si pudiera ser tu Dios
que salvarte a ti mil veces
puede ser mi salvacion

Quiero ser tu heroe
si pudiera ser tu Dios
porque salvarte a ti mil veces
puede ser mi salvacion
puede ser mi salvacion
Quiero ser tu heroe.

• APIP meeting today.
• Found out we misinterpreted our Results, so our hypothesis IS in fact supported.
• Re-did draft of Discussion.
• Miss Tan caught Shoe blog shopping.
• Shoe left her cow pencil box behind.
• I took it.
• Had I/O Psych tutorial.
• Did a lot of talking.
• My top 3 values were Friendship, Health & Wisdom.
• Shu could not find her pencil box.
• It was me.
• Emptied half the box & returned it to her.
• She made a show face. I put her thumbdrive in my pocket.
• She walked over and dug my pockets.
• Shall sue her for "statutory rape and assault".
• Ate lunch with Nette, QH and Jess.
• We, or rather, I saw a cute guy at the canteen.
• Went for French tutorial.
• Did Culture Quiz 2; and am extremely sure that I'd get full marks.
• Picked "Asking and Giving Directions outside TP" as role play topic.
• Bollocks.
• Partner and I put the most effort in for "Cafe" and "Hotel Reception" hoping that we would pick it.
• Bollocks.
• Rehearsed our dumb topic. Felt like dying for various reasons.
• Tutor marked our quizzes.
• She told me I scored 8/10. (why does that same mark keep appearing?)
• Freaking disappointed. Was so sure that my answers are correct.
• Double bollocks.
• Went to library to borrow French book.
• Saw Alien.
• Bollocks.
• Ignored me even when it was standing just next to me.
• Whatever.
• I shall not care about Alien or even talk about it.

- rotten b****** -

I was going through the pictures in my laptop and I found this shot of some of the A03 girls. I forgot when this was taken but I think we all looked really happy. Well. Except for Shoe. Who I don't know, probably was just being Shu Yun =/

Skipped PerCog lecture due to my reluctance to wait 4 hours to listen to a lecture that I wouldn't have understood anyway. So I went back home, taking the same route with Jess & Nette. Nette & I bought bubble tea near Boon Keng station. It was like such a long time since I last drank bubble tea.

Went home with all intention of immediately studying for French Culture Quiz. Only to end up youtubing and doing other unrelated stuff. Started studying for quiz at like, what 3.30pm plus. And I did 1 PerCog Journal.

Shall now revise my powerpoint slides again so I can ace that stupid quiz. Then I have Role Play and I will D-O-N-E with French. Oh and I need to call Cherry to find out when Spanish classes will begin =/ Is it this Saturday? I know she's called me like 53 or something, but I didn't answer because (a) I was in school and (b) I was out. Can't she just sms, or like email me or something?

Ooh and and and, Janell lent me The Tenth Circle! She said there are hidden messages within the comic strips inside. Coolness. Thanks Janell! And thanks Nette for lending Falling Leaves! God I love my friends.

Croissants, with a cup of coffee are the favourite French breakfast.

The French drink wine like it is water.

"Eclair"means lightning in French

Foie Gras is goose liver, a French delicacy where the goose is force fed til its liver expands. PIGS.

French Catholic have 4 names.

The Paris Metro has 14 lines and 298 stations

Serene's list of the Most Gorgeous Male Disney Characters

1) John Smith from Pocahontas
2) Prince Phillip, from Sleeping Beauty
3) Dimitri, from Anastasia
4) Prince Eric, from The Little Mermaid

Serene's list of Not-so-Hot Male Disney Characters

1) Beast ( animal or human form), from Beauty and the Beast
2) Prince Derek, from The Swan Princess
3) Gaston, from Beauty and the Beast

Serene's List of Male Disney Characters with Singing Prowess

1) Prince Phillip, from Sleeping Beauty
2) Price , from Snow White & the Seven Dwarves
3) Prince Cornelius, from Thumbelina
4) Dimitri, from Anastasia

Serene's List of Male Disney Characters with the Hottest Bodies

1) John Smith, from Pocahontas
2) Tarzan, from Tarzan
3) Captain Shang, from Mulam

Serene's List of Male Disney Characters with Lowered Levels of Testosterone

1) Prince Derek, from The Swan Princess
2) Beast ( human form), from Beauty and the Beast
3) Prince, from Snow White & the Seven Dwarves
4) Prince Charming, from Cinderella

Serene's List of Male Disney Characters with Gorgeous "Blow-me-Away" Voices

1) John Smith, from Pocahontas
2) Prince Phillip, from Sleeping Beauty
3) Prince , from Snow White & The Seven Dwarves

John Smith: " Pocahontas, look at me. I'd rather die tomorrow, then live a hundred years without knowing you"

Aurora: " Oh, we walk together, and talk together, and just before we say goodbye, he takes me in his arms, and then... I wake up. Yes, it's only in my dreams. But they say if you dream a thing more than once, it's sure to come true, and I've seen him so many times"

Yes yes I am, still, a Disney Girl at heart AND I adore Barbie dolls! Disney Princess on Ice is or hitting Esplande in March later and I am SO gonna watch it. I last watched it when I was about 7 or 8, & made my Dad buy me a magic wand that resembled the one carried each by Flora, Merryweather and Fauna in Sleeping Beauty.

Have you ever sat on a chair, any chair and do absolutely nothing, but watch the might of the orange sun slip past the streaky horizon?

I have.

I love sunsets. Even if it means the end of an awesome day. Somehow, when watching the sun melt into the horizon and streaking the sky with remnants of its greatness and dotting the heavens with mixed shades of pink, blue, purple and orange, I feel some sort of a strange peace and calmness settle within the depths of me.
I reckon if I were to watch a sun set for every waking moment of my life, I wouldn't be thinking of all my flaws and I'd be less paranoid.

My dad just came back from his business trip to....erm...China/Japan and he bought me and my sis like a bag. My sis snatched the black one - as always coz she thinks she's gets the "best" - but whatever. I'm NOT as much of an antisocial as her. But my dad gave me this bag which is like pink and white and orange and he said he thinks would suit me =) I think it looks awesome xD THANKS POPS. And then Mum was all "Remember to throw out some of your old bags, okay Serene? Remember what Oprah Winfrey said? Buy 1 bag, throw out 1 old one" Sure. I bet Oprah has 50 over bags and never throws out any one of em'. Anyone would be NUTS to dump a Gucci tote or an Hermes handbag. Unless you're that rich. OH WAIT. I forgot. Oprah is RICH. She's the 2nd richest woman in entertainment, narrowly missing J.K. Rowling by just a few million bucks.

I read that hair in Vogue that hair grows half an inch every month. So. Serene shall now engage in some simple math. The witch of a hairdresser with malfunctions in her brain chopped off approximately 10 inches of my locks. Now my hair is shoulder length. My original hair length was ( AND SHALL BE ) 3 inches past my shoulders. Thus, it would take approximately 6 months before said locks return to its usual length, putting it at around the end of July.

Bollocks.

Great. French Culture Quiz 2 is this Wednesday. Seriously what is the point of having a culture quiz? We're all just going to forget it all. Honestly speaking, I couldn't CARE less about what the 10 most eaten cheeses in France are, or whether a loaf of bread weighs 300g or not.

Double bollocks.

Holy macaroni.

My mum just took a photo of me on her phone a few days ago for my aunt wanted a picture of her nieces and nephew in her wedding mosaic; and since she's in London, she wants a recent shot of us and not an old one. When she uploaded the mosaic on her website, I saw myself. And I.Was.Stunned.And.Speechless.

Because I swear to God. I thought, that I was looking at my mother's photo when she was young and I was all "How come they had color photos in the 80s". Then it dawned on me that my Mum had bigger eyes and longer hair and I was like "Holy cow! Is that me??"

My aunt says I got my Dad's eyes and my Mum's hair and face. I have always underestimated the power of genetics. Until the day I entered secondary school. I read in a magazine that if you want to find out how you will look like 20 years down the road, look at your mother.

(goes out to living room, looks at mother for full 5 seconds and comes back)

0_0

Oh-kay

I wish I had thicker and longer hair. How come my hair refuses to grow back? I mean I got it cut like more than 6 months ago, isn't it about time it matured back to it usual thickness? WHAT'S HAPPENING? WHY WON'T IT GROW BACK? Don't you know my hair is my crowning glory?

I need to find a way to make my hair grow thicker. My aunt says massage works. Hmmm.

(shoots self in the head)

Teardrops On My Guitar

Drew looks at me

I fake a smile so he won't see

What I want and I need

And everything that we should be

I'll bet she's beautiful

That girl he talks about

And she's got everything

That I have to live without

Drew talks to me

I laugh 'cause it's just so funny

I can't even see

Anyone when he's with me

He says he's so in love

He's finally got it right

I wonder if he knows

He's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car I keep singing

Don't know why I do

Drew walks by me

Can he tell that I can't breathe?

And there he goes, so perfectly

The kind of flawless I wish I could be

She better hold him tight

Give him all her love

Look in those beautiful eyes

And know she's lucky 'cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car I keep singing

Don't know why I do

So I drive home alone

As I turn out the light

'll put his picture down

And maybe get some sleep tonight

Cuz he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart

He's the song in the car I keep singing

Don't know why I do

He's the time taken up but there's never enough

And he's all that I need to fall into

Drew looks at me

I fake a smile so he won't see

0630 - 0700: Had a hard time swallowing my breakfast, which consisted of 2 bowls of oatmeal &
a bottle of apple juice.

0700 - 0720: Racked my brains as to what to wear to school today.

0720 - 0730: Got ready to follow Mum who will drop brother off to school and then dump me at
darned Serangoon Station, jammed packed with people.

0730 - 0742: Had a heated discussion with Mum about whether I should skip school today to
see a doctor due to the unnatural swelling at the side of my throat.

0742 - 0746: Concluded that I would see a doctor during Physio Psych tutorial & come back for
lessons at 11am.

0813 - 0908: Stayed at home to finish up stupid French role play scripts which gave me a hell of
a big headache.

0914 - 0923: Walked with Mum to the clinic a few blocks away.

0930 - 0957: Was diagnosed with having a benign tumour at my lymph nodes and prescribed,
according to the female receptionist with a spunky haircut, "expensive antibiotics"
1000 - 1016: Walked back home, stopping to buy bread and tea for Mum.

1035 - 1049: Mum gave me a lift to school.

1049 - 1103: Submitted my MC to HSS General Office.

1110 - 1246: Sat through RMA lessons feeling drowsy and disoriented due to having popped an
antibiotic before I left the house.

1246 - 1425: Embarked on a strenuous "adventure" with Nette, QH and Val, which included
at the 2nd Engineering Canteen and standing at the mushroom for long while
"deciding that we would not attend I/O Psych lecture"

1428 - 1448: Long long talk with Dr Loke about overseas studies.

1450 - 1550: Nette, QH, Val & I went over to the benches next to the Triangular Garden to
"do stuff", or in other words, according to QH and Val, "slack".

1550 - 1604: Walked to LT46 for lecture.

1604 - 1642: Waited fruitlessly for darned Elijah Wee to come but somehow he did not and we
found out that he's "busy". Had deep girl-to-girl talk with Shauna at the same time

1642 - 1651: Got dumped by Nette, QH and Val, who decided to go home for they refused to
waste another second in the LT.

1651 - 1712: Continued deep girl-to-girl talk about lots of stuff. FUN, yet sad for me for it again,
opened up sore wounds and tears.

1712 - 1721: Decided to forget about I/O Psych and walked Shauna to the bus stop.

1726 - 1756: Sat in the library and decomposed. Like I was bored.

1800 - 1814: French lecturer was late & I was started to get pissed. Like my 2 lectures were so
time-retarded.

1821 - 1848: French lecturer came, apologized profusely and started lecture.

1848 - 1906: Walked with Justina t the bust stop; 23 arrived and we bade each other goodbye.

1906 - 1921: Attempted to get some shut-eye but couldn't due to my pressurizing back ache, as
a result of my deformed tailbone.

1921 - 1934: Reached Serangoon station and, with determination, decided to walk home - about
20 minutes.

1934 - 1939: Decided to wait for the stupid bus after walking one bus stop after the station, due
heavy bag and dizziness from sickness.

1939 - 2000: Decided whether I should head to hougang point to buy sushi for dinner.

2001 - 2011: Bought sushi.

2019 - 2030: Walked home.

2035 - 2046: Ate sushi.

2046 - 2100: Watched Don't Forget the Lyrics - Singapore on Channel 5 while massaging my
throbbing head with my hairbrush. Someone should give Gurmit Singh a tight slap
across that stupid face of his. Fiona Xie has a bit of an accent that makes me think
she's trying to be & sound cool by having a bit of an American accent. Andrea
Fonseka is TALL. Moving on. Jade Seah. So 2006.

2100 - 2121: Took a hot bath.

2123 - 2132: Washed the dirty dishes and felt cold all over. Like I was having a fever and had a
stupid sucky headache and backache.

2132 - 2139: Decided if I should just go to bed and take another MC tomorrow. But decided not
to for I promised Shu I would be there for Results write up. Plus, its important.

2139 - 2150: Blogged about my day.

2150 - 2151: Decided to complete APIP Journal 4 and maybe part of French Role Play script -
Asking and Giving Stupid Direction.


Let me tell you how am I feeling now. I am feeling tired and sick and am sick and tired of being sick and tired for the whole day.


Thank you Shauna for being a great sounding board! We shall both wait our turns for Mr-Right to pop out a limousine and whisk us away to the States (me) and Australia(you). LOVE YOU.

i feel like DYING. eveything burns. i thought antibiotics was supposed to make your illness go away, not introduce more symptoms.

Before taking antibiotics - swollen lymph node
After taking antibiotics - Headache, dizziness, tiredness, body aches, fever AND still a swollen lymph
node

So much for "expensive antibiotics"

Just completed Physio Psych Quiz on Emotions and I only got 8/10. Screw it! I got 8 for Motivation and Homeostasis as well. Darn. I think I set way too high expectations of myself. 9 is fine, but 8? I don't think so.

I wore my big big earrings to school today and many people I met were all "Oh my god, Serene, your earrings are like damn big!" Of course. I'm Queen of Big Earrings. Hail me.

Plus I got back my French listening-writing tests and culture quiz. I got 17/20 for listening and 39/40 for writing. And 8/10 for Culture Quiz. There's 8/10 AGAIN. Blah dee blah. I think my French tutor simply rocks! I always look forward to French tutorial because she's so funny. All the guys in my class crack jokes and she adds on to them - teasing and witty but fun sarcasm. PLUS I'm known as the teacher's favourite student in class, coz apparently I speak French sentences faster and more fluently than the rest.

When I read something like " Vous avez un plan?" or "Oui, c'est assez loin. Il faut pendre de metro direction Pasir Ris?" I don't stumble as much as the guys do who sometimes sound like they're high or something. Mdm Phan was like "Of course! Serene is my French girl!"

Hello, ma'am, I'm a Chinese. But thanks for saying I'm French =) But this totally adds pressure on me such that I have to live up to her expectations come French speaking test. Bummer.

When I was on my way home on bus 70, this old man was opposite me and for some strange alienic reason, he was staring at me. Well I guess it was me because when I looked him in the eye, he smiled. EWWW. I didn't mind much coz he's days or yonder and yore and attracting pretty girls are literally extinct. I'm sure he must have been considered handsome by other girls in the old days.

But after a while, I was starting to get pissed, because I could FEEL his gaze and me and I got irritated. I mean, thanks my earrings are awesome, but like jeez, look at the scenery outside man. 2 can play the same game, so I decided to stare at his nasty ear and it looked as though I was looking back, so he smiled and when I didn't, he looked sad. But I didn't give a crap. Then the process kept going on and on and he was started to get a little irritated. HA.

Nasty old geezer. He probably has Bangladeshi friends.

Okay. Now, I need to do (1) APIP Journal 4, (2) Half -completed PerCog Journal.


OH. And I saw Alien today. Dang, dang, dang.

( Cheer up Shu Yun! I'm behind you all the way too babe x)


EDIT:

I am soooooooooooooooo FREAKING retarded. Seriously I have such maladaptive ears. I was walking Bobby around my block and when we were in the lift tihis guy comes in and Bobby starts pulling towards him . He proabably has a dog too. And Bobby didn't bark, so I figured it was okay so I looked staright ahead and all of a sudden, I hear the man say this:

"You have a nice cup."

I was literally stunned, because what kind of a man compliments like that? So it was disgust running through my head and I unconsciously said "thanks", when I looked up and realized he wasn't looking at me but Bobby. Then I immediately started blushing and when he was about to get out the lift, he was all "Are you okay? You look a little red."

Yes. I am fine merci monsieur. It's just that I thought that back when we were in the lift, you complimented my chest.

Wait if it wasn't 'nice cup', then what could it have been? nice card..nice cut..? nice cat? No that means he's a blind fool. nice card...nice cuts...nice pup.....hmmmm...

Nice cup?

Oh AND I forgot. Nette and I were going to Design school after Physio Psych lecture. When I saw something amazing.

Since I have been sprinting since Primary 3, my eagle eye has been trained to look at the finishing line - the goal - from 100m away. So when we were walking toward the canteen, my trained sprinter-eye-that-can-spot-the-goal-from-100m-away noticed this good looking guy. Get this. A European guy!

And I spotted him like 100m before we even crossed the table where he was seating. Oh my god. He is soooooooo FINE. He has the face of Brad Pitt, Ben Affleck and God morphed into one beautifully carved face. Those cheekbones, that NOSE, the eyes! ( *faints*) I was whispering to Nette "Hot guy! Hot guy! Hot guy!"

Seriously he was mighty fine I tell you that. And Nette agreed me with! Too bad he wore broad shorts and some tshirt that did nothing to show his, what might have been a fantastic, body. I bet all the girls in his class "like" him. Sheesh. He's probably an exchange student. Since TP ain't got many gorgeous good looking European male students.

Nette tried telling me to picture this guy whom she said she thought was not bad looking.

Serene: Chinese guy?
Nette: Yes.
Serene: Fair, medium or dark?
Nette: Erm..medium.
Serene: Sorry hon. I can only picture a European guy.

I will be going against nature by picturing a hot Chinese guy. Serious I CANNOT picture a good looking Chinese guy. I mean, no offence, but it's just not me. I'm into ethnicity that's all =)



I think this is a really nice Korean song, from the Korean drama, Winter Sonata. I think hearing songs of a foreign language are kinda sexy, because it allows you to make up what the singer is singing.



Blah. I think I'm coming down with a sore throat. Darn it. I hate being sick. Even if slight illness is unbearable. OH MY GOD tomorrow is Tuesday. Please don't let me see Alien!

I wonder if I get give my sister a tight slap across her face and pretend I have catatonic schizophrenic. Seriously, I cannot stand sometimes. Sure the neighbours say she's pretty. Heaven help them. Obviously they've never seen the other side of her when she's at home. I feel like throwing a cleaver at her arrogant, bratty little face.

My mum was, as usual siding with her and going all "Stop fighting with your elder sister, for Heaven's sake!" Now she can't find her wallet.I shall ignore her pleas for help to locate her wallet.

There are times when I have this, overwhelming feeling to pack up and run away. And leave home. It doesn't matter that I don't have a destination in mind. Just as long as I am not in the house and going my own way.

I can't talk to my mother about personal stuff. Ditto the sister, coz she Miss-Eldest-Sister-&-The-"Prettiest"-And-Gets-All-the-Attention. I don't talk to my dad, since he's always away and whatever. Ditto my brother since he cannot be bothered about makeup and clothes and self esteem.

Can I just say that I have an emotionally unsupportive family? Is that a prereq for low self
esteem?

OH MY GOD. My mum just showed me the dress that she bought for herself to wear. My mum bought a dress. My mum actually has sexy clothes. I cannot believe my MOTHER has sexier clothes than me. I bet she has sexier underwear than me too. I am the one who is supposed to have halter tops and high heeled shoes and multi-colored bras and backless dresses. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

I'll tell you what's wrong. It's ME.

Thanks. Thanks a lot Mum. Way to go for my self esteem. She was all "oh look at my arms! I'm going to get arms like Madonna man! Serene, you don't have them. Look at mine! Whoo!"

Yes Mother, I already said Merci to you. Seriosuly, I cannot give her a compliment because inside I am already BROKEN. Wait up Mum, what about that talk we had and you were all "Oh, I cannot wear a dress la Serene, I'm too old already."

Uhhuh. Yeah which would totally explain the black halter dress you bought. See THIS is why I cannot tell my mum I feel depressed because of how look. She's the one who's making me feel that way in the first place. She's the one who is suffocating me. I want her to be happy, but she never once took me out shopping to buy dresses. Yeah she took my sis to shop for her prom dress, and she just picked out ugly blue frock from some place for me.

Pain. Pain. Pain. Ache. Ache. Ache. Sorrow. Sorrow. Sorrow. And I thought mothers are supposed to be your best friend. Best friends who don't tell you have elephant-like arms and don't go shopping with you for dresses or curse the boys who broke my heart.

Did you know that my mum once called me ugly? Before prom, she asked me what I was going to wear, and I said a dress. And she gave a crap face and went "Serene! What are you thinking of? You'll look so ugly. Maybe a nice blouse and skirt would suit you better." I still cry every time I think about it.

Well sorry Ma, for being stuck with an ugly ass loser like me. Sorry that your 2nd daughter is not as pretty as your eldest, your glory, your honour. Wendy's pretty, and I'm not. She's the best, I'm not. I can climb all the way to the top of Mount Everest & I bet you would be "Come one, Wendy can also do that."

No matter what I do, you will never be happy enough the same way Wendy makes you proud. No matter how much you wish, I can never be the kind of daughter that you want me to be.

What kind of a mother. Calls her own child, her own flesh and blood, her child who grew under her heart. Ugly? What kind? I bet you don't know the answer to that, because your mother has never said that to you before in your life.

Sometimes, I wish I were never born. Sometimes, I wish I could step off a cliff and plunge to my icy death. Come the stars, the moon, the earth, the Universe.

I am desperately trying to come up with an interesting conversation for French role play, but somehow it's like hard, and I have no idea what to write. It all sounds so fake and staged. As though the person who wrote it has no sense of French humour whatsoever.

Here's what I cam up with so far:

Jacques: Bonjour! Quel est votre nom?
Marisol: Bonjour! Je m'appelle Marisol. Et toi?
Jacques: Je m'appelle Jacques. Enchante
Marisol: Enchantee.
Jacques: Tu as un accent. Tu es Anglais?
Marisol: Non, je vien de L'Espagne.
Jacques: Ah! Tu parles tres bien francaise!
Marisol. Merci beaucoup!

............

In Spanish it'd be like:

Jack: Buenas tardes! Quel es tu nombre?
Marisol: Buenas tardes. Soy Marisol. Et tu?
Jack. Marisol! Ah. Mi nombre es Jack.
Jack: Tu tienes uno acento. Tu estas Ingles?
Marisol: Si, yo soy Ingles.
Jack: Ah, tu hablas Espanol muy bien, senorita.
Marisol: Gracias, senor!

Shucks, my Spanish is getting a little rusty now. Gotta brush up. Okay. Back to French. Concentrate. Focus.

Well it's been a hell of a loooong and busy week. Shu and I went to print our survey forms and targeted victims to do our survey. WITH ME DOING ALL THE TALKING. Shu was all "Hi, are you above 18 years old? Erm, erm, erm, erm....( *looks to Serene with a desperate cry for help to rescue her from the clutches of evil *)

Retarded Shu. But the way she did it was super funny. We were all clinging desperately to each other and pointing out which people to ask, then walking halfway there and suddenly bursting into fits of giggles, pushing each other to bully the unsuspecting soul.

Survey taking was stupid, well from the way we did it. We were all "May we assure you that our survey poses no psychological or physical risks, and if you experience any form of emotional discomfort, you may wish to seek counselling services at so-and-so". They looked me like I sprouted an extra head or grew hair out of my ears or something. HELLO. I am being a responsible Psychology student bound by ethics to ensure you are able to go home and sleep tight without thinking "That bitch made me more aware of how ostracized and alone I am".

Blah-dee-blah. Glad its over. Then yesterday Nette, Qianhui & I were on duty for TP Open House. I think it was fun, telling the parents and students what the course structure was all about and stuff. So much talking and communicating. AWESOME FUN.

Poor Qianhui was stuck at GEMS booth with no one there and she was all "Serene, accompany me! I'm so lonely there!" So I did. We put together the leaflets and gave them out to the secondary students and parents. All in all, I kinda enjoyed helping out. At least I didn't see Alien.

PLUS Bobby turned 4 yesterday! My mum dumped him at the groomer's because he smelt like rotten fish after not having bathed him for a week. Now he smells of fresh shampoo and feels nice and soft to the touch.

- Life is like an onion. You peel off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep -

Dear Lord Jesus

It's been difficult. I wish You could come down into my heart and make it all go away - the pain, the hurt, the sorrow. I wish You could tell me what I have to do be more confident in myself and to love myself; and not to compare myself to other people. I wish I have more faith in myself; the courage to believe in myself.

I wish I know what is that special something in me that makes me unique. I wish I can feel good about myself. But I can't. I wish I could talk to my mother about what is in my heart, but I can't. The words just don't come out right.

My thoughts get too complicated. And when I can't take it, I do crap things to myself. I hurt myself. And in the process I hurt my closest friends. And I feel so ashamed. It makes me cry everytime I see the scars. Because it reminds me of how upset, emotional, tied up and trapped I was. How I couldn't express myself til it killed me.

The pin still lies innocently on the table. Waiting for its moment.

On the outside, I am alive. On the inside, I am dead. Like the brown of a leaf that once hung proudly on the tree. Came the drought, and the tree slowly lost the essence to live. The water comes - the tree absorbs its nutrients. But again came the drought, and the tree grows weaker and weaker everytime. Until there is nothing left but the husk of its trunk, the soft whisper of its faded leaves.

The shadow of lost hope. The essence of subdued love. The crowing glory of buried esteem.

Lord, please. Give me confidence to live the way You love me. Help me not be critical and condemning of myself, but to encourage myself instead. Help me accept myself as who I am.

Now lay me down to sleep Father, and bring with it a wave of peace.

Bring blessings, love & joy to Poh Shu Yun, Lynette Chan, Goh Jia Li & Jesslyn Tan for trying to help me see myself in a different perspective. Thank you Jesus, for bringing them into my life. Lucky, am I, to have met these people you placed on Earth.

May they be blessed with love, peace and harmony.

if only I could look you straight in the eye, without feeling the race of my heart, the sweat of my nervousness, nor the ache in my heart, and tell you what I wanted to say to you a long time ago.

if only my hand can express what is in my heart

oh my god oh my god he is so handsome! the guy from the video advertising for Dolce and Gabbana underpants!
OKAY DO NOT WATCH THE VIDEO AGAIN.

BUT IS IT A SIN TO SEE GUYS WITH NICE ABS ONCE IN A WHILE?

YO REPITE, NO ANUNCIE EL VIDEO.

okay focus. read PerCog chapter on Semantic Oragnization and read through French role play script in case Muhammad and I get picked to read out our lines.

I realized that the last I posted something here was like 2nd of Jan so I decided to add a bit more life to this blog.

First week of school started and I actually cannot believe I'm saying this, but I actually like coming to school. All the great people in HSS and funny moments together with some awesome friends. Like yesterday, we had APIP lecture & we had role-play simulations to see how it'd be like when we begin to conduct our surveys. SHOE was the most retarded one ever.

"Are you looking down on me?"
"Is this pencil free"
"Are you 100% positively sure that my information will be kept private?"
"Where will it be kept?"
"Are you sure if that's a safe place?"

Ha I love my APIP group --> Serene; Shu Yun; Zyndie; Jesslyn X)

Today was PerCog day and it was like blah, with the whole 3 hour break. But Nette, Qianhui and I went crazy in the library toilet and starting taking random photos everywhere. ( Nette. I ASSURE you that I WILL put up that embarrassing candid photo I took of you. I just need to find the right moment.) And I put the photos on facebook =)

Shucks, there's French tutorial tomorrow. PLEASE PLEASE GOD, DON'T LET THE TUTOR MAKE US STAND IN FRONT OF THE CLASS & WATCH US STUTTER FRENCH WORDS AND PHRASES, WITH MUCH HUMILIATION AND EMBARRASSMENT. PLEASE.

Plus, I was youtubing & searching for Matthew McCoughay's advert for D&G's The One, which is cologne by the way. when I ACCIDENTALLY CHANCED upon this advert for D&G men's underwear. So I watched it and by the end of the video I was practically drooling, because the model is BEAUTIFULLY GORGEOUS. He is Brad Pitt, Ben Affleck and God rolled up and trapped in a single human form blessed with a gorgeous sexy body. But I was disturbed by him wearing underwear though, coz I find it. Weird. I started giggling uncontrollably like a school girl who just saw her crush, when I saw him standing in branded knickers and looking so beautiful & maginficent. Like a god.

I think that if I were to get married someday, I'd want my husband to wear boxers. Just like I want him with a stubble. Conservative & sexy.

I realized that whenever I look at men who are almost stark-naked, I start laughing, EVEN THOUGH I FAIL TO SEE WHAT'S SO AMUSING about watching a man showing off his fit toned bod. I couldn't post the video about Matthew coz it wouldn't play when I published it. So you can go and find him when you youtube one day.

I was deciding if I should post the underwear model video up here but decided not to, coz I'm afraid people who are watching might think I'm some freak or a perv who receives pleasure in watching half naked testorone ladelled men up parading around and posing.

Hey. At least this goes to show I'm exclusively hetrosexual.

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are passionate, romantic, and emotional. You put love first in your life, even though you have often been disappointed by it. You expect to be swept of your feet, and you never expect infatuation to die out. Underneath it all, you are scared that you aren't lovable. Your insecurity has ruined many relationships, as you are unable to see the love that's really there. You are secretly afraid of being alone. Confronting your insecurities is incredibly painful.

whoop-dee-doo

2:00 onwards





what is it like to fly up into the marshmallows of clouds & see nothing but the twilight sky, streaked with shades of orange and pink; & feel nothing but the warm embrace of the arms of the one who thinks that you're perfect; that you're absolute; and that you're impeccably immaculate with such vitality and sensuality?

have you ever loved someone so much that you simply strip away all flaws and imperfections and in your eyes see the beautiful of the broken; the magnificent of the profile; the resplendant of the returned love?

have you ever truly held someone, grasping and linking your arms together , like a fish swimming upstream desperately seeking survival; and fondle the supple of the strong; the soft of the coarse; the smooth of the rough?

have you ever tasted the lips of someone you truly love; tasted the tang of the sweet; felt the warmth of its softness; the delicate of its touch; the subdued of the enigma?

have you ever held the hand of the one you love, and kissed each knuckle with impetuous tenderness; ingore the strong of the bone; and with a whisper, kiss each and wish for blessedness, for peace; for love; for passion; for eternity?

have you ever been so intoxicated with love; and your heart pounds at every second you lock eyes; every moment you draw closer and closer to each other til you feel the sweet of breath; drowning in the pool of eyes; letting and losing yourself in the passion of momentous frenzy?

have you ever truly wished you could cancel out all other noise and truly listen to the dulcet tones of the one you love; the gentleness of its flow; the melodious of its tune; the rich of it all?

have you ever did anything to preserve that one stroke; that one touch; that one kiss and hungrily crave to make it last for ever; for a lifetime; for eternity?


if only my hand can express what is in my heart.