The food I had for dinner earlier tasted really bland.

Tears could had made them saltier, but I held them in. The parents wouldn't like it if I shed tears during dinnertime, no matter what. No matter how much they understood.

The text message from Fairuz was something I didn't expect at all.

Forwarded and receiving replies, us who are scrambling to find out what had exactly happened. To verify the truth of what went on when we were all in school.

This is for the teacher who had never taught me in class, even though she's a Math and recently, a Chemistry teacher.

She was there when we attended camps in school, or when we had major Girl Guide events held at the ZON.

I still remember, that first night out of the many camps I went for, we were all looking at the moon and the stars, listening to Neo's rants while sitting on the mat and chasing away flies and mosquitoes buzzing all over our heads.

She patiently listened and gave her opinions, and I was there.

Last year, at another camp, we were all in Miss Low's Physics Lab to attempt to complete our log books when I was still in the running for Queen's Guide. She was there ranting together with Min Wen, Hazel, Jasmine, Xin Yun, Jia Xin and I about the age old antics of Miss Low. We then shared jokes and riddles together.

I still remember that one riddle she told us. Sharing that one riddle, as lame as it might be, brought laughter and smiles to the people I love.

Also the times when she and the rest of the Chinese teachers would gather in the room between the two Math labs to chit chat and gossip, sometimes we'll butt in and mess around with them.

She also recently married just a few years back, and has two children. I just saw her eldest son last year while we were having this sale thing in school, seeing her taking care of her son with love made me tear up, I was really touched.

What upsets me the most, is those moments are just memories now.

Her children, who hadn't had the chance to spend more quality time with their mummy dearest.

Her husband, who must be devastated by her sudden passing.

Her students, as strict as she looked in class and outside of class, who'll remember the way she taught and how she laughed.

Her Girl Guiders, who all had complained to her about how things were done and ranted at her.

Her colleagues, who'll miss one more companion to talk to, to sit with during assembly, to have meals with in the teachers' canteen.

This is for you teacher.

In memories of the beloved teacher on the left most -
Pn Tee Lee Keng.
May you rest in peace on the other side.

老师,
我们都非常的想您..
您会永远在我的心里..
对不起,
还有非常的感谢您所做给我的..

Oh dear God, please let me pay my last respects to Pn Tee, before the rituals are over..

Looking at the picture hurts so much..it's the only picture I have with her, but it's making me cry so bad..

Off to shower now to cry freely wash the tears away without worrying the 'rents too much.

Do say a prayer for her if you guys see this post okay. And for her family as well.

Bless her soul.

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It’s not an English name I came up with for myself. My mother is indeed a genius in coming up with such a splendid name for me. Although my name has been unfortunately mutilated (nicknames are excluded) over the past years, full credits to my mum for my current identity.

I’m certainly looking forward to changing the word ‘patient’ to ‘survivor’! If you’re interested to read about my journey in battling lymphoma, you can click here to proceed to my cancer blog.

Ironic, I know; this blog is mainly pink instead. I like all colours actually, but I find myself having an affinity to the colour green. In fact, I can safely say that green is my soul colour.

Languages, music, fashion, photography, cultures, dance, literature, writing; just about anything, really. The arts truly intrigue me, especially thought-provoking pieces. Of course, the arts play a major role in inspiring me in my everyday life.

I don’t have a favourite genre – I read any book that interests me!

I am a trained right-hander from young, since apparently being left-handed is considered ‘wrong’. Basically, I’m ambidextrous! No wonder I find it easier to air guitar using my left hand than my right; I simply relate to the arts than subjects that deal with logical thinking better, too.

A stubborn Bull I am, too. I abhor being rushed. I prefer doing matters at my own reasonable pace. I don’t particularly like changes in my routine, but I can adapt quite easily. I’m a very practical person as well. I enjoy the beautiful things in life, but that doesn’t make me shun ugliness at all. Besides, it all depends on how one perceives beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Still am, but I’m slowly learning to accept imperfection into my life. Also, I’m doing my best to erase the many expectations I have so I could one day master the art of letting go and freeing myself to simple happiness and joy.

Compared to before, I’m less dramatic nowadays. Language-wise, I attempt to blog flawlessly in English and speak proper English online with my peers. Call me a Grammar Nazi all you want, but that’s how I roll. I only converse in perfect English in formal situations and during my dramatic outbursts. Otherwise, I’m absolutely capable of communicating like the average Malaysian!

It’s a different issue altogether when you’re forced to learn for the sake of getting good grades, though. Other than that, I’m open to new information and knowledge anytime! I especially would like to learn more languages and pick up new musical instruments.

…are just some of the things I would love to do in the near future, hopefully!

the basic rules apply. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you happen to be someone who has low EQ skills, I’ll try to be tolerant but my patience is definitely limited. I’m observant when it comes to human behaviour. I’m a person of many opinions, but I don’t voice them out unless I trust you enough; I’m very honest and candid when it comes to the people I can trust. Even though I trust very easily, not everybody can prove that they’re all that nice. Hurt me, and I’ll only defend myself if necessary. Hurt my family or my friends – you won’t find me holding back.

Is there anything else you would like to know about me?
Throw me your questions and/or doubts here! I honestly have nothing to hide, so you’ll expect the truth and nothing but the truth.

It’s only how I phrase my answers that you’ll have to be aware of.
Or…you can click hereto go back to reading!

The food I had for dinner earlier tasted really bland.

Tears could had made them saltier, but I held them in. The parents wouldn't like it if I shed tears during dinnertime, no matter what. No matter how much they understood.

The text message from Fairuz was something I didn't expect at all.

Forwarded and receiving replies, us who are scrambling to find out what had exactly happened. To verify the truth of what went on when we were all in school.

This is for the teacher who had never taught me in class, even though she's a Math and recently, a Chemistry teacher.

She was there when we attended camps in school, or when we had major Girl Guide events held at the ZON.

I still remember, that first night out of the many camps I went for, we were all looking at the moon and the stars, listening to Neo's rants while sitting on the mat and chasing away flies and mosquitoes buzzing all over our heads.

She patiently listened and gave her opinions, and I was there.

Last year, at another camp, we were all in Miss Low's Physics Lab to attempt to complete our log books when I was still in the running for Queen's Guide. She was there ranting together with Min Wen, Hazel, Jasmine, Xin Yun, Jia Xin and I about the age old antics of Miss Low. We then shared jokes and riddles together.

I still remember that one riddle she told us. Sharing that one riddle, as lame as it might be, brought laughter and smiles to the people I love.

Also the times when she and the rest of the Chinese teachers would gather in the room between the two Math labs to chit chat and gossip, sometimes we'll butt in and mess around with them.

She also recently married just a few years back, and has two children. I just saw her eldest son last year while we were having this sale thing in school, seeing her taking care of her son with love made me tear up, I was really touched.

What upsets me the most, is those moments are just memories now.

Her children, who hadn't had the chance to spend more quality time with their mummy dearest.

Her husband, who must be devastated by her sudden passing.

Her students, as strict as she looked in class and outside of class, who'll remember the way she taught and how she laughed.

Her Girl Guiders, who all had complained to her about how things were done and ranted at her.

Her colleagues, who'll miss one more companion to talk to, to sit with during assembly, to have meals with in the teachers' canteen.

This is for you teacher.

In memories of the beloved teacher on the left most -
Pn Tee Lee Keng.
May you rest in peace on the other side.

老师,
我们都非常的想您..
您会永远在我的心里..
对不起,
还有非常的感谢您所做给我的..

Oh dear God, please let me pay my last respects to Pn Tee, before the rituals are over..

Looking at the picture hurts so much..it's the only picture I have with her, but it's making me cry so bad..

Off to shower now to cry freely wash the tears away without worrying the 'rents too much.

Do say a prayer for her if you guys see this post okay. And for her family as well.

Bless her soul.

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