Sunday, April 20, 2008

lots of domestic problems happening recently in my eldest aunt's house, and it had gotten rather out of hand. the violence and mental torture led my parents to bring home my maternal grandmother to stay with us until my youngest aunt return home from abroad.

it is rather scary considering my 14 years old cousin to be capable of violence and manipulation. according to my mom, uncles and aunts, his bedroom walls are filled with holes, the results of constant hammerings into the walls. apparently, he keeps a tool box in his room, and hammer the walls with a hammer whenever he's angry and agitated. and he had already stopped schooling for a year. at home, he fights with his mom phsically, and threatens to jump down from their house. his mom, however, continues to side him and refused to send him for counselling or refer him to the law for control. at 14, he's overgrown and his hair is long because he nevers step out from his bedroom. its like he's trapped in his own world, with weird fantasies running through his mind.

once, his mom took the key to force open the room door because she wanted him to get out and talked to the relatives who were visiting. from inside the room, he struggled to keep the door closed and when there was a gap, he took an insecticide can and sprayed onto his own mother's face!

yesterday night, when my parents and relatives tried to open the door of his bedroom as there was a commotion between his mom and him inside, he took out a hammer and threatened to hit. he almost send the hammer onto my mother's head! they then quickly closed the door and called for the police, because it had turned to domestic violence.

my grandmother said she cried to sleep everynight, living in constant fear. although he didnt beat her, there were always physical fights between mother and son. he was also very good in manipulation, instilling fear into his closest kin. he was bitter, and didnt want my grandmother to stay in the house, even though it was my grandmother's house. when my granmother was hospitalised the other time, he prevented my aunt from visiting her, giving threats such as "i'll jump down if you go."

my dad said his room smelled, and he doesnt on the lights. seeing him at new year, i'm convinced that he is really affected mentally and spiritually, because it shows in his eyes. there wasnt life in his eyes, and he constantly looked at the ground. and despite being stuck at home for so long, he was stronger than my dad and uncle put together. scary it is.

now that he's been refered to as a police case, we're all hoping that things will start to turn out right. its really heart wrenching to see how my cousin, whom i used to play with, become so demented. i could not blame him, but his own upbringing;his mother. a bitter and miserable woman, she dragged him along in her footsteps, often feeding negative thoughts into his mind. all these caused his mind and self esteem to crumple, and finally, his only escapade is to hide within his own self, only to awake to violence towards his mother and grandmother, as it is the only way to affirm his self worth.

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training yesterday was so memorable because dear tzer was so funny! we were playing a small game, and she was in the opposing team. apparently, she forgotten which goalpost she supposed to shoot the ball into.

from theresa's blog:

Hahahah Jing was the best yesterday. She received the ball and she turned, everyone thought she was passing back to the keeper but SHE TOOK A SHOT omgggggggggggg. OWN GOAL PLEASE. She didnt even realised and I think she wanted to do THE CELEBRATION POSE JJ CAPTAIN DID. Hahahhaa. Goodness. I think she sort of stood higher than usual hahah until she realised it was an OWN GOAL. Goodness. You're the ultimate hahhaha.

and ohh. speaking of that captain, my senses automatically get turned off. i swear his celebration poses are so retarded, they wiped out his good looks. he's a male epitome of a bimbotic blonde.

and its high time to indulge myself in retail therapy! any company?

congrats to team JJ basketball and volleyball's girls on winning their matches :) Fight hard for the championship :D




Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you might not get them back.
Sometimes we get so busy with our own lives and problems that we may not even notice that we've let them fly away.
Sometimes we are so caught up in who's right and who's wrong that we forget what's right and wrong.
Sometimes we just don't realize what real friendship means until it is too late.
I don't want to let that happen so I'm gonna tie you to my heart so I never lose you.




Friday, April 18, 2008

i'm really stressed out. i hate competitions. it always give me a gagging sensation. and bumpy nights. and nauseousness when i smell even the most delicious food.

i wish for late mornings again, where i can continue living in my fairytale land until noon time. i'm so tired.

and i realised my blog entries are rather negative recently. cant help it. my mood's pretty sucky these days. many things make me happy, but what i need now, is really for my confidence to be back.

however, the funniest thing that is still making me laugh now, is singapore's alan rickman flirting with my dear theresa! hahahaha. i swear he's hitting on her :D

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008







i mark today as one of my saddest day i've been through. the word "saddest" might still undermine this whole toil of emotions i'm going through now.

first match of the season against mjc this afternoon, and its the worst game i've ever played, and the only game i broke down. i couldnt keep up with the pace of the game, and my reaction and movements were very slow. everybody present knew that i was playing like shit. i've never ever done that before, and i do not know what went wrong. especially at such crucial period.

i know coach is very disppointed with us, and me indiviually as well. i'm not the team's animal, the team's turtle today, and i cant forgive myself for what had happened in the 80 mins just now. my mind and heart is willing, is pushing for every ball, every run, every attack, but my body is dead. i can feel it each time i run for the ball today, how hard is it for me to catch my breaths. even when i played striker, it was tiring, and i dont get tired like this before.

after the match, when we were on the bus, coach asked me what happened. flu and cough, i told him. yes, i'm not feeling well for the past days, and my menses fucking come yesterday. but i know all these would be seen as excuses, and coach dont like excuses. i mean, there are others who still can play a decent game when they're sick, so why cant i? coach talked to me abit, then rubbed my head and ask me to take care. because of his tone and his eyes and everything else, i couldnt control my tears. i really let coach down today. first game, and its always important to get a good head start. yet, all was a nought.

today, Disappointment visited each and everyone of us, and only my team mates know how exactly it feels. been disappointed many times, but never to such extent. my heart was umconfortable during the game, but even in the bus journey home, my heart felt the same way. this time though, it was weighed down by mr. diasspointment. i can literally feel it. each time i play back the game in my mind, and think of my conversation with coach, i feel so many things at once, it really overwhelmed me. so this is what its like to feel as a failure.

a draw. yet it felt like a lost.

i want to share what had happened with my parents, but they dont understand! my mom still scold me for playing even though i'm sick and threatened to talk to coach. i really want to tell them how sad their daughter is, but they would not understand. miss lim's words were kind and comforting, and so were my team mates. elaine said she was proud of us, and at that moment, i can feel her sincerity so strongly. i love you baby.

many things were left unsaid, and i know some were disappointed for other reasons. i just want my team to know that, i would not let history repeat itself. fight on, we will and i promise to get well by our next game. to those who suffered the same thing as me today, let it not affect on friday already. tonight and tml, we'll still be thinking and feeling sore about it, but friday comes, and we will move on. we will not play like how we played today anymore.

yiting, you were good. calm and everything else. i follow what coach said, 'take my head (?) of you. haha.

thanks weizi for coming down to support, even though i'm sorry you had to witness all these. come down for the other games, and i promise you, jj soccerettes will show you what we're actually made of.

tonight, i pray for a peaceful sleep.

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Monday, April 14, 2008



self toasted garlic bread! #1 spread butter #2 sprinkle garlic powder #3 toast over fire #4 crunch and eat! it tastes delicious!








jill, daryl, cc, me and jiahui


sometimes, mega, bombastic kind of gathering or event fails to bring out the kind of sweet, warm and comfortable feeling that such small, intimate gathering could manifest. this teaches me something- not everything have to be exciting, unique, loud, different, noisy, of big masses in order for one to really enjoy himself. throw a small little party or just a simple gathering where a few of us would sit down together in a living room and chat are simple things where one can still enjoy himself tremendously, appreciate and bask in the company of his friends or family :)





our new family!


all the best to team JJ soccerettes 2008! we're going to unleash our inner most animal this wed, and fight until the last whistle blow! we will conquer the muddy field, intimate our opponents, and strike like lethal weapons! believe in youself and the team, and play to win! :D jia you soccerettes!

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most of the times, things are very simple and straighforward. however,the degree of complication starts to increase as certain people, who tend to be more fussy, inflexible whatever you call it, begins to get involve. then things get off track, becomes more confusing, and the other neutral parties would have to find millions of ways to explain the whole course of action taken. argh.

if there were no rules or regulations, people will be free to do anything they want and chaos would break out. thus, it is acceptable that certain rules and regulations are being set so as to prevent the possible consequence of instability and whatnot. yet, “The little things, I can obey. But the big things - how we think, what we value - those you must choose yourself. You can't let anyone - or any society - determine those for you.” indeed, how true. but more often than not, our space to decide and take responsibility of our decisions are constraint, due to the rules and regulations set upon us. YOU CANNOT DO THIS AND THAT BECAUSE... no wonder in our culture here, there arent many outstanding figures that made history.



risk taker. is what i want to be.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

spent my sat reading mitch albom's tuesdays with morrie and the five people you meet in heaven. i've always heard how good both books are, and yesterday, both books got to me in a special and personal way. Especially tuesdays with morrie, whcih made me cry buckets.

reading these books brings me away from life's despair and sorrow, and let me see life in the most simple yet meaningful way. i mean, the world is filled with hatred, anger, wars, death, dicrimination, sicknesses the list goes on. everything the devil takes delight in. and everything that destroy a human life, literally or not. man can choose to wither away or can make a choice to make his days count. the two books talk about life's values and the importance of little things, both tangible and intangible, such as regrets, love, family. i belive albom's books have impacted people in different degrees and various ways. for me, it reminds me to be real to myself and to the world, and most imprortantly, to treat everybody with love because "Love each other or die."

i've always believe in the power of love, not just the love between lovers, but the love one would give to another human being. to me, its the most fundamental and purest act of human nature, of which we yearn to give and receive. yet, as people grow and witness everyday events, love distorts and gives way to other emotions, because we no longer believe and trust. because we're scared. and simply because we no longer have the time to love, as we fanatically pursue our own desires.

although i'm turning 18, i havent gone through much in life. but i'm sure when i graduate and spread my wings to fly, life will take on a whole new chapter. i belive once in awhile i will lose track of where i'm heading, or what am i living for, stuff like that. but the content of the two books i've read and God Himself, would be there to probe me back :)

"Take any emotion-love for a woman, grief for a loved one, or what i'm going through, fear and pain from a deadly illness. If you hold back on the emotions-if you don't allow yourself to go all the way throught them-you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid.You're afraid of pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails.

But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, 'All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now i need to detach from that emotion for a moment."
-Tuesdays with Morrie

"PARENTS RARELY LET go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them-a mother's approval, a father's nod-are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishmetns, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives."-The Five People You Meet In Heaven

and thanks chai, for the lemonade drink! :D

Saturday, April 5, 2008

theresa's letter:

Turtle!
I'm glad you told me about it.
It's alright. We have our good days and
bad days but no matter what, we have
one another :)

Always tell yourself and Thank God for everything
"The Lord gave and the Lord has taken
away; may the name of the Lord be
praised."

Job 1:21

God put him in your life and he(Noi)created
so much happy yet painful memories.
You must still be joyful alright!
Job is the perfect example :)

I love you and cheer up!

<3 theresa


this is the rainbow after the storm :)

today's match with hwa chong was rather amazing because we won them 5-0! chris and i scored two goals each during 1st half and lixuan scored another one during 2nd half. Nice job girls! and lixuan, you fulfiled what you promised me! so proud of you :) haha.

brenda's message to me: Turtle, i think of your first goal i want to laugh leh. It was so surreal. And you even ask us if it was a goal! Haha. "Is that a goal is that a goal?!" Haha. :D

the ball was inside the penalty box already and somehow, the opponent got a handball. and the ball rolled towards me. my teammates were all like "ref! handball!" but the ref abit lax, didnt blow the whistle. and since the ball was rolling towards me, i just shoot it into the goal, although i wanted to shout "ref! handball!" too. haha. so i didnt even know if it was considered a goal because i thought the ref would like give us a penalty or something. sounds complicated right. aiyah. i also abit blur when the whole thing happened. but it was a goal :)

anyway, scoreline aside. i think i didnt perform up to my usual standard for this match. i can feel it deep within. its like, there's something more you can do, but its not coming out of your body. so even though we won, i dont feel exactly overjoyed because of my own indiviual performance. take for example, our match against powerhouse, vjc, when we got trashed (though i seriously dont think is our fault), i felt happy with my performance because i know i gave it all out. but today, there's like something stuck, cannot come out arh. haha. nevertheless, i saw many of my teammates perform well today, like huiying, who was really impressive :)

and my juniors really got potential leh! i'm proud of them! and i'm really opening up to them too. they're a great bunch of girls, no doubts about that. thats why i'm really looking forward to team dinner this coming friday, so that we all can bond and interact with them!

life without soccer is drawing nearer :/

random thoughts but i seriously think jas and chris are the cutest and most comical pair of people i've ever seen. hahahaha.

this evening, liverpool against arsenal again, but its the epl. i dont know what should i hope for. soccer matches are as unpredicatble as a woman's mood. hahaha. anyway, tuesday they would meet again in the champions league. but for that of course, i know liverpool will beat arsenal. certain things are just more definite :)

i love to eat!

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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

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gosh, love and hate can really be so strong. he's really $#@$^#, and everytime i see him, and his girl (even though technically it's not her fault), i feel this mad urge to slap them hard. like *slaps* and say, "go screw each other like M*****F******". i really dont know how to put this strong negative emotions into words.

my emotions have already been mounting ever since once upon a time, but today's geography lecture was like almost the breaking point. again.

teacher was using an analogy to try explain the whole movement of wind thing, and unfortunately, she used HIM as the analogy. so it went (let's use N for HIM and A for HER):

TEACHER: so N is the handsome boy and he moves in this direction. However, he saw a pretty girl on the way, and he got attracted to her, so he started to move in the other direction.

SOME OF HIS ***DAMN CLASSMATES: *whistles* *laughes* *howls* N N N!!!.... A arh! A arh! The girl is A arh! A A A A A A A A!

N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

this continued like for almost the whole lecture because some people still couldnt get the wind thing even though it was really simple in my opinion. so the teacher continued using the same analogy, and HIS class continued to tease him and her.

that was one of the worst feelings ever. EVER. i felt like metling and flow away liquified. like HELLO! CAN ANY OF THOSE HOWLING AWAY SPARE A THOUGHT FOR ME?! apparently not them. but whatever. my friends were nice enough to keep quiet. and i was there, trying to smile along like everybody else, and stopping my tears from flowing out at the same time. so i quickly took out my handphone and msged theresa and jingwen. jingwen asked me to relax and talked to her later and theresa was like "EMPTY YOUR MIND DONT THINK" haha.

yeahh. the whole thing wasnt really like N's fault but i cannot accept him loving another girl and calling her all those baby names. guys like him make you think twice about believing anything a guy would say anymore. like you will think its all bullshit. AND guys like him makes girls go crooked lar. catch my drift? so guys really shouldnt blame bungs or whoever for influencing other girls to go the other way. haha ohhk i'm digressing already. but what i'm trying to say is, my heart is really bleeding.

i think i would already have died from blood loss without constant support and love from my friends.

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how come 2.4km is more tiring than 10 rounds? i seriously dread napfa. so pressurizing.
PLUS friendly with HCI this sat. i think i will fight until i die. soccer is really taking up both my left and right brain.
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was listening to muttons to midnight yesterday and then there was the adventures of ping and pong, with all the really super lame jokes. heard this yesterday (with abit modification because cant remember the exact words):

PING: heyy pong! why you so angry?

PONG: argh! the supermarket bluff me lor!

PING: huh? how?

PONG: they say the supermarket got sell different sizes of the things i want to buy. but when i go there, all tupperwares same size, bowls all same size, dustbin all same sizes, plates all same size. everything ALL same size!

PING: HUH?! which supermarket you go?

PONG: GIANT LOR!

I WAS LIKE -_-"""""""""""""""""""" but it made me smile! haha :DDDDDDDDDDD

whoopee! soccer training tml! :D

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