how left what

today while cleaning the whiteboard after school, r’u said “goodbye june, hello july!” just thought it was kind of cute. oh wells.

mascara run off to greener pastures

feel like writing something, but not really sure what to write. thought i was going to write about self-talk today, but it’s 3.30 am now, and i have not got to a conclusion regarding that process. thought i was going to post up 2 new pictures drawn by w where i have been included, but thinking about the resizing was enough to put me to sleep.

just came back from skating actually, it was great!

downslope makes my kneecap hurts.

all i can say is that it still hurts.

cup of love light

been back in school and i realised how much i miss the kids! (: okay maybe not that much, especially since i was like in school with the kids 3 out of 4 weeks of the holidays, but there were some that i did not get to meet at all during the holidays and when they saw me on the first day of school, they were all like “morning miss sim!” the kids made me so happy! haha.

in random thoughts, yesterday ms devi, who teaches my kids english, was like trying to recall their names before english class because she forgot some of them after the one month break. then g said in a serious tone, “ms devi, you are seventy what?”

at first i didn’t get it cause “huh what seventy what?” then after 2 seconds i realised what g meant. but ms devi is probably at most at her.. forties?!

hahaha but ms devi only said calmly, “today i am seventy-two.”

oh wells whereas for me, i feel like i am perpetually stuck at twelve.  

r drew this ”weeping” (as used by her) kungfu panda today.
she said the panda was sad for the sichuan earthquake victims.

foot knife

saw this quote in a really nice illuminated board at the library@esplanade today.
thought it was beautiful.

 

“we’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion that we are not alone.”

- orson welles

 

depressing, but beautiful nonetheless.

drink six watermelons

when i scan through my blog’s main page (like what i see when i type “zilin.wordpress.com”), i feel as if i have not written anything of substance for a fairly long time. but then again, during this week alone, there was one day when i actually put up 4 new entries (albeit of meaningless stuff like songs that i am inspired by randomly) so perhaps it really was not such a long time since i thought substantially. but i do think my brain has degenerated some what, and it really does not help that i have a psp now! maybe i should really take hongrui’s suggestion and download “mighty sudoku” for my psp. haha when he suggested the game, i was like “brainless stuff please!”.

well uhm then i am glad school is reopening next week (: heh cannot wait to meet all my kids again, but the downside would be waking up at like 5.45 am every weekday morning. my job (and future job) is seriously one that i look forward to doing everyday and i’m still loving it, but it will be a seriously seriously seriously fantastic job if school were to start at like 12 pm everyday. that would totally be my dream come true.

anyway so recently i have been spending much time at the hospital, but thanks – to everyone who asked – my sister is doing fine, her fever is gone and she is just staying in the hospital to finish the course of antibiotics. cause like when we go to a gp and get antibiotics, the counter person (i wanted to say pharmacist but i am deeply suspicious of them) always says that we have to finish the full course of antibiotics tablets, so it is the same for my sister except that the dose of antibiotics is probably too heavy for us to administer it at home. not the bottles of antibiotics very heavy, it is more like cause have to use the iv drip thing so it would be difficult to do it at home.

but my point is that my sis’ company actually sent a bouquet of flowers and a fruit hamper to her bedside. like the flowers and fruits came together. like they were stuck together. i have no idea why mentioning this is important but oh wells details are always good. i was pretty impressed, but my dad said that all companies would do such a thing.

then gor asked an intriguing question, “like even the warehouse assistant?” well the question not intriguing to you, but still intriguing to me okay. my sis said, “yes the company would, but the hamper/bouquet would not be so big.” oh forgot to mention, my sis is at like managerial level in a MNC. and she continued, “likewise, the warehouse assistant would not be able to claim full company insurance payout if he chooses to stay at like A or B wards, only C wards can. whereas the managerial levels and above then can get to claim full for the better wards.” but my sis is staying at B2 cause she is scared the air con is too cold.

i guess people’s first thoughts when hearing this would probably be “so unfair!”, then the second thought would be “but that’s the way life works.” those were not my first thoughts, perhaps because that is a reality of life i have already accepted, even though that does not mean i agree with it or condone it. it all boils down to the company seeing the manager as a more valuable asset than the warehouse assistant, but i do not see why it should translate into benefits at a hospital because first, it is insurance and second, this is not your salary, which depends on how much work you perform for the company. it would probably make more sense to me for the company to just decide – okay all our workers are going to get full payouts if they stay at B class and below. but i digress.

my first thought was not “so unfair!”, but rather, it was “why do i feel it more unfair with regards to the flowerbouquetfruithamper instead of the class of ward?” i do not know why, but i just felt more indignant at the fact that your flowerbouquetfruithamper size is dependent on your position. perhaps it is because i think the flowerbouquetfruithamper is really just a small amount of money to the giant MNC, so it is not a big loss to them to just give a standard good one to all hospitalised staff, with no regards to your position. i do not see any reason to be more stingy just cause the staff does a lower-paying job. besides, it is not like there would be a larger number of low-pay-staff being hospitalised such that you have to spread the money out evenly through the different levels! for the ward part, i do think it is unfair, but the fact that it is really so much more money than the flowerbouquetfruithamper makes it just a little more justified.

oh wells. but the fruits in the flowerbouquetfruithamper only look nice but do not taste good.

adrenaline so hard

my hands are cold and my toes are cold.

ah cheh is burning with fever at the hospital,

hopefully she will be much better soon.

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forced relief; sloped

my dear okk dedicated this song to me (:

http://tksspm-brudders.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-you.html

matchbox twenty – these hard times

Morning falls like rain into the city life
There goes another night
Losing my breath in waves
Knowing that every crash is bleeding the hourglass
And taking the strife from all our lives

Everyone keeps talking
They promise you everything
But they don’t mean anything

We may lose our focus
There’s just too many words
We’re never meant to learn
And we don’t feel so alive

Say goodbye, these days are gone
And we can’t keep holding on
When all we need is some relief
Through these hard times
Through these hard times

Move your hands in circles
Keeping me hypnotized
The power behind your eyes
Move around your bedroom cursing the naked sky
You should be here tonight
But you stay alone and cry

Say goodbye, these days are gone
And we can’t keep holding on
When all we need is some relief
Through these hard times
(whoa) There’s something missing
(Oh whoa) You’ll never feel it but you
(Oh whoa) You’re gonna feel it when it’s gone
When it’s gone

Say goodbye, these days are gone
And we can’t keep holding on
When all we need is some relief
Through these hard times
(hey) these Hard times
(oh no now) Hard times
Hard times

Say goodbye, these days are gone
Say goodbye, these days are gone
These days are gone

milo sachet

heh caught up with my “bao mu” today finally, after i think 1.5 years of not meeting! the last time i met him was like in december two years back to get some IT for my og-lings’ presents. meeting him definitely brought back a lot of memories, especially why he is called my “bao mu” in the first place. it is really quite strange for a guy to be called “bao mu”, but that is just what he is to me. not that he like looked after me when i was an infant, but he really took care of me well when i was going through a hard period some years back.

still remember him coming all the way to visit me at my workplace in yishun, almost everyday through the week i was working there, and like buying an umbrella for me when it started raining cause well, i do not carry umbrellas around. the guy colleague who was working beside me said he is really like my “bao mu”, so i started calling him “bao mu”! hm. and the late night emergency calls too.

i guess “bao mu” really pulled me through that painful period and that is why i am still pretty close to him (: but of course he guilt tripped me by saying i do not message him online and always he must message me first! but ah uhm i am just that way! so yes apologies bao mu (:

yay so glad we met up today!