Zhaoyi, The Girl With Short Fingers

Saturday, May 22, 2010

A Year 3 Life

Life's as simple as ABC. Nothing special, nothing interesting. Im just a normal year3 girl in school. Project-ing, campmeeting, schooling, sleeping, eating and daydreaming. Twenty one more days to C Camp! Meeting with camp committee every saturdays is simply great. LY with them had been the best LY till now. Probably after this camp, i shall, or have to, give myself some time to focus really on studies. Two freaking semesters to pull up my GPA! Get into a freaking uni lah, dumb girl! Hahahah!

Had been really good ever since i've gotten my attachment pay. I managed to forbid myself from going out so often. Save save save. Cause i'd dropped my blackberry one month ago and the screen cracked. Kind of sad, but well, it's still working perfectly fine. Yah, im being too careless. ):

GBE CA1 down. Presentation wasnt as good as i'd thought. Forum was like shit, hate it. Now, i've 3 proposals, 1 survey analysis and 1 report on hand. Rush rush rush. That's how school had been for me. Another presentation this coming Thurs. Mid semester exams in 2 weeks time. Time to start studying, little girl! :)

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Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day!

Back! :D Simple updates about life in school, religious and work.

Ok. Getting more and more stress everyday, in everything. Projects on the way in school. More and more commitments in religious. Im resigning my work as a tutor. Okay basically, i dont really like New Venture Planning, my FYP. I must say, it's the major project in my poly life. Commitments, camp planning. Camp in less than a month's time. Jiayou c camp committee! Im learning how to balance my life. Resigning my work? Lol! Yupp, i guess i wont be giving tuition for the time being. Time to take a break and concentrate on studies! :D

Happy Mothers' Day!

Last Saturday, Indian dining with cousins and mummy at Suntec. Then walked all the way to MBS. Horrible i must say. The weather is a killer, the crowd was even worse. And i was wearing heels that day. ): Then to TH for Mothers' Day dinner with 36 people. No big group shot, sad.

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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Stupid Essay by Stupid Sister

"Ding dong" The wedding bell rang. I held a bridal bouquet and was wearing one of the most gorgeous dress ever made. I was also holding on to my father's arm. I took a deep breath, plastered a sweet, sugary smile and step by step, we strolled into the church. A short distance but to me, it was a very very long walk. Images flashed through my mind. I pondered," Are you the right one?" Your ancitipating smile had made my heart shattered into tiny pieces. I do not want to hurt you neither do I want hurt myself. "Will I regret like my sister?"

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My sister, Angela, was a charming woman with a beautiful heart, a beautiful face and a beautiful personality. A very fortunate man married her. Their courtship was sweet, lovely and unforgettable. Before marriage, the two lovely birds were shadows of each other. It was totally impossible to see one without the other around, I always envied Angela - her love, her looks and her life.

The day came, her wedding. Of course, I was her bridesmaid and I watched as she held on to our father's arm, walked into the church and waved like a princess. The wedding was perfect, everyone blessed the newlyweds, wishing that their relationship would be everlasting.

Sadly, six months after Angela's wedding, things started to change. That attractive, bold and caring brother-in-law had transformed into a monster. He abused my sister. He slapped, caned, bit and pinched her. Even hot boiling water was splattered onto Angela and her beautiful face was disfigured. In depression, she overdosed pills and killed herself.
Before she left us, she wrote me this note:
"Say love to romance, say loath to marriage."

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"Will you marry the man standing beside you?" The pastor's voice broke my reverie.

"Sorry. I won't." I replied. There was an audible intake of breath and then deadly silence.

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