New Space

I want to start this all over again, so I decided to create a new space.

Oh no, not again...

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Robot Teacher

A little fun fact about me.

While I was still in my young, innocent, lower primary school days, I used to think that teachers were cyborgs programmed to teach. To me, they were anything but human beings. It's like how some people don't think their parents are humans.

Guess that had to do with the fact that:
1) I'd watched too many sci-fi shows
2) Teachers seemed to know everything (I was VERY easily impressed)
3) I thought that only beings with artificial intelligence can know everything

Thus I came to this conclusion: Being knowledgeable means you had to be an A.I. being. Classification: Cyborg.

Yes, ah haha! And yes, that was when I believed in Santa.

But them cyborgs aren't all good. There are those bad, mean, evil ones. They yanked at a classmate's hair till it falls off or pulls at my ear with sharp fingernails till I bled (I only forgot to do my corrections, wtfish!). Such traumatic experience when we were just primary school kids lead to a subconscious fear for all adults in the later part of my teenage life.

HA! I WAS SUCH A BIMBO.

The Piano Guys

Now I truly understand the term "fingers dancing on the keyboard".


I think the expression "WTF" here is a huge understatement.

Another video for your enjoyment.

Easter Day Miracle

On Easter Day this year (09.09.2011), sister Jeanelle gave birth to twin boys despite 3 gynaecologist advising her to give up the babies. Apparently, having twins is very risky business.

Here we are at a month later, celebrating the birth of these Easter Day miracles, Ashriel and Adriel Yeo.

First, a couple of photos from their photoshoot.




1 month later....

Altogether Now!

Dinner at Jasmine's yesterday and the whole gang was there (except Leroi's belle)!

Jasmine and her mom, aunt Jennifer, conjured up a lovely spread of food for us. Ah, satiation.

Did I ever mention that I live to eat? Sure, there will be times where I have to eat in order to fill my stomach but really, why compromise when you can have good food? Ha!

Then again, good food taste even better with great company.


I dislike bell peppers but I love the bruschetta. Bell peppers and all.






I'm wishing there was a playback button in life.

A Late Mid-Autumn Festival

16 September 2011

Barbecue, pandan-ed brushes, lantern-carrying, greetings to passing cars, camera on trash bin and international world peace day.

Never Good Enough

I'll always be the stuck up, stubborn, lazy girl who deserves a good slapping.

You never saw me for who I am, just who you wanted me to be.
Is that the reason for your endless chiding?

I'm not going to be the girl who does the housework without being told.
I'm not going to be the girl who keeps quiet when scolded.
I'm not going to be the girl who thinks that the elders are always right.
I'm not going to be the girl who keeps her opinions to herself.
I'm not going to be the girl who behaves like how a girl should behave.
I'm not going to be the girl who has traditional chinese values.
(You know, those shit values about girls must help out with the chores, obey their parents, always submissive, never talking back, etc. Yeah, those shit.)
I'm not going to be the girl whom you wanted me to be.

I'm the daughter you wished you never had.
I'll never be good enough.