Xiao Yan
Republic Polytechnic
Information Technology in Service Management

As ordinary as you think i am.
A GPA of 3.5 And Above
NTU After Poly
A Driving License At Age Of 18
Opening Of Another KALA By The Age Of 20
500k Before Age Of 22
Marriage Before 24
HoneyMoon At Paris After Marriage
A Heaven Home For Me And My Spouse
Children Of At Least Two Before The Age Of 28
Being A Highly Recognised Enterpriser Before The Age Of 30


2e5
2e5'04 , Joan , LuLu , Alison

W67M
Andy , Markus , Fahmy , BT , Dickson

W65C
Jean , Sweetheart

Relatives
Ryan-yongyong kor , Benson-honghong didi

Others
See Song , Sharmaine , Dyne , Joanne

Blogshop
Maskie A camera that's really cool!
A braces for my teeth to be perfect!
To place a doll house(pink color)in my room

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August 2009

Please, be kind to me and i'll do the same

"Don't tell people to do things when you yourself is not able to do so
because when you tell people to do things they can't,
one day, people would also tell you to do the same thing"

Don't tell people to get a life
When you don't have a life.

+ Backstabbing is fatal +



1. You never know how it comes back hitting on you.
2. Innocents are being accuse.
3. No logic is being made.
4. Jumping into conclusion is your forte.
5. You lack of friends.
6. You need attention.
7. You do not have much topics to talk about besides backstabbing.
8. You envy others.
9. You become the bad guy.
10. When other realize that you're bullshit, you'll become worthless in people's eye.



Yes bitch, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm saying you.
The one that's creating all these in order to seek for bascially, trouble.
i have another 101 reasons to carry on.



If a help is given to you,
say thank you.
Don't add on with backstabbine verbs, you ingrates.
Would you want others to do that as well?



And yes, you initiate the reason why i start to blog.
You're such a bitch that i've gotta let you know.
But you know what?
I forgive you for your sins.



You're just not average.
I feel sympathetic towards you.
I used to compare myself with others.
But when i compare with you, i feel so much better.


Oh yes, did i not mention?
I hate rich people not because i envy them
They simply do not think with their brains.
They take retarded years to even understand elementary math.



But lucky you have your guesses right.
The walls truly have ears.



If you wonder if i'm pointing at you, ask.
Because i bitch about you openly.
At least, i don't backstab people when they're helping me.
Just so if you're wondering if it might be you, stop wondering cause it most probably is.

-I'm sorry-



yes, i do love you.
no,i don't have much to say.
why?
cause i have my bf.



I'm sorry my little trips.
I've been too busy on my own.
i used to think.
why do i even blog?



Once in a while,
it might be due to personal reason that..
i might be better off bitching in my blog
however, most of the time..



i really hope someone is there to listen.



When i mean someone,
i mean the right one.



And yes, here it goes.
my perfect one is here.
hence, i'm gonna throw you awake for a while.
and maybe when he's no longer here (which i doubt)



I might have you back.
I love you bloggy.
you know i do =)

+ if you have read the news +



About an old lady who died.
And her last meal, a bowl of laksa.
What was hilarious is that,
that particular bowl of laksa was from my parents stall.



In the chinese Shin Min paper,
it wrote... One bowl of laksa to exchange for one life.
I know, to many it seemed somewhat disturbing.
Especially to my mum, for she even helped them looked for eye witnesses.



Mum was fuming, she called up.
She's preparing for a law suit.
I doubt the trustworthiness of Shin Min's paper.
Their way of attracting viewers is really... obnoxious.



The fact is this.
This regular customer went to patronise my mum's stall.
She ordered her drink and ate her food.
She left for home and BANG, dead.



I've figured out a better suggestion for the title.
"An old lady died after eating her normal daily routine food."
Won't that be even more attractive?
how about this then, "Was it poison or do you blame it on bad luck?"



I doubt taiwan's gossips magazine.
Now, my coin purse turn empty upon Shin Min's newspaper.
To tarnish a 20+ going 30 year's old stall?
Or simply a newspaper company that's barely holding on for a decade?



So...if some unlucky bastard went to my mum's stall,
ordered a bowl of laksa and went home.
In less than a hour, decided to end his life by jumping off a building.
Do you then push the blame to that bowl of laksa?



How about this,
you step on a croach and the croach's newspaper company came by,
start snapping a few photos of the dead croach under your leg.
And publish this, "The shit that he ate caused his life!"



Does it make sense to them this way?
What is news?
Information about recent events or happenings, especially as reported by newspapers, periodicals, radio, or television.



How can one owned such a big company then?
When none of the workers there, are unable to understand what news really is?
For the most basic reqiurement of any exisiting company is,
reliability.

Chen Jia Wei



Yes, i'm crying as i'm writting this down.
I know it's only three days i have talked to you.



First day-
I still rmb the first day when i entered class.
You looked at me and asked why was i so friendly.



I turned to you and say...
when i was in year one, everyone hated me for being..
too persistant in my school work..
That was my first reply to you with a smile.



I rmbered when we hafen't break the ice.
I was typing non-stop in my msn.
you were sitting beside me..
and you're laptop was shaking each time i press a button.



I coulden't stop but kept laughing to myself.
I told you about it and we both stat laughing over it.
You then said you have something to ask me.
You said it was secret, you can't say it out..



I looked over your com where you start typing the words..
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
I smiled to say no where i later admitted in saying yes.
You kept laughing because you didn't believe this type of girl would have a bf.



You asked me for my gpa.
I told you i barely even hit 3 and you didn't believe it.
you insisted that i showed you the prove.
i logged in to my page and you kept laughing as usual.



Second day-
You looked at me and said..
why do you dress so differently?
Where's your spect?



I smiled and say,
i have a perfect eyesight.
You kept laughing because you knew that i had degree.
And again, i sat beside you.



I was really tired this time round.
You took my job.
You start doing all the calculation and even said
"Whats the leader doing?"



I smiled to say,
"My job is rather hard, i gotta compile all your shits!"
He laughed so hard and continued by saying
"i'm more hardworking than you"



During the presentation,
the guy i hated the most start his engine by questioning us.
Apparantely, we coulden't answered his questions.
We sat down with anger.



He told me to look at his com again.
We start gossiping at that guy.
We ended up giggling at the corner of the class.
I felt really comfortable.



When i left class,
i looked at him especially and said, see you next week.
I was thinking of what to wear next week.
i was looking forward to the next week.



Third day.
He sat at the usual corner.
And again, i sat next to him.
I greeted him with a morning.



He turned to me and say
you really look so different every week.
I said out confidently
"Of course, i try to dress differently"



We continued with our work.
Until i was so stress i stopped my work.
He helped me.
He looked at my keyboard and said what happened?



Oh well, debby from our class pulled it out.
When she tried to put it back, it broke.
Just then, debby entered the class.
I pulled her over.



Three of us sat together.
We start talking hard about our personal stuff.
You were so interested you kept asking, "then then?"
Debby said, "wait till i finish my work then i tell you"



You went over immediately to their team.
You spoonfeed her with all our answers.
In the end, we started our presentation.
And i suppose we would continue our secret talk next week.



I was jumping around you when i hit your drink.
It felt and scattered everywhere.
You smiled and said its okie.
I continued on by smashing all the ices.



During the presentation, i was obess.
i was obess in watching my happy tree friends.
you stayed beside me by commenting..
omg, you're damn gross.



I laughed at gore scenes
you laughed at how disgusting i was.
I didn't even realised that class end until you told me about it.
I shut my com and looked at you



See you next week.
I ended off with a smile.
Ok, see you.
You replied.



fourth day-
I woke up early.
On the phone with my bf
crying over what i should wear.



I rushed to class.
Hoping that i wasn't late.
This time round, i wore a hairband.
It was with a dress that i only wore once.



Each time i entered class, you will look at me with..
"Omg, you wear so differently again"
When i entered class this time round,
you weren't at your usual seat.



It was empty.
I felt...weird.
I looked at the time and waitied.
Hoping that you were late.



It was until 2 hours later,
i decided to leave as it was of no fun.
I left home thinking,
"How can he not come! I even wear a dress to school!"



I was fuming. I slept till it was dinner.
Mum called me.
I went down and started to eat.
Mum gave me a news.



"Do you know that a guy commited sucide?"
"Year 3, saying that he was over stress in fyp"
I told my mum, i'm sure he's from SIT.
He must be someone i know.



It was weird..
I kept thinking to myself.
I really hope that he isn't the one.
It impossible.

As soon as i reach home.
Mum showed me his photo.
i cried.
i broke down.





i screamed,
"He was suppose to be in my class today!"
and the funny thing was..
i didn't even know your name.



I rmbered the yan you called.
and the oies i named.
i went to my slides.
and yes, it was your name.



Jia wei.



I once said this.
Its hard to find friends.
especially those you can start a never ending conversation with.
You are one of them.



I'm sorry that i didn't talked to you more.
And i kept my promise in seeing you this week.
I went to your funeral.
But i didn't dare to look in your coffin.



I was afraid that.. i can't stop the image flashing.
you're the reason why i wore differently.
It's on every monday.
You're the reason why i even come to class on monday.



I'm sorry jia wei.
I should have talked to you more.
You're a special friend.
You really made my days.

+ I need to know +



The feeling is getting weird.
Oh no, yan's emo-ing yet again.
She needs attention.
Are you listening?



FYP is killing her.
She's limited with her friends.
Love ain't with her for the coming week.
Yet another five days of waiting for the weekends.



I'm tired.
Can i give up of school?
Can i give up on my goals?
Can i give up on everything else?



I can feel the stress i'm going to face in the future.
The work, the environment and people.
How will i be able to survive then?
If only time was before.



I look at myself 5 years ago.
I did lived my life to the fullest.
If only i knew that carefree was that short period.
I would have burn more midnights in order for it to be longer.



Yan's a grown-up now.
She's suppose to be thoughtful.
She's suppose to be nice.
She's suppose to be what people want.



I don't ask for anything.
I don't want anything.
I'm really tired.
Really really tired.



Baby boy, i'm tired of trying so hard.
I know i've scored a distinction in you.
I'm tired of mantaining that distinction.
Do i have to wait till the day we're married?



nites. fuck every sunday when there's parting to be done.

+ please don't read if you hate people who are emos +



I know, yan's too in love.
我发现自己愈来愈喜欢你了！
I can't seemed to control myself from loving you.
you're like the only drug in the world.



If you ever wondered why yan take bus to sch and back nowadays,
heres the reason.
When i was falling in love with him, we used to take the same bus back home.
I would feel so nervous each time he plays he's psp beside me.



And the ring tone that he has at that time,
is playing repeatedly while i'm travelling.
and the song goes like...
这么办？我越来越爱!



And yes, what should i do? i think i'm falling way too deep!
Each time i close my eyes, i can visualise you looking in my eyes.
And you will know what i'm thinking and reply me even though i didn't ask.
I'm afraid! I'm so afraid!



I found the right one.
I'm sure and its making me happy yet...afraid!
I'm not afraid of losing him.
I'm afraid that i might not learn how to treasure.



There will definately be temptations for me.
He's in army.
Will i be able to resist?
I know he's a good catch.



I know i'm contradicting in some ways.
I don't seemed to have anyone that i can talk to.
I've never been so in love.
It's a whole new level that i'm going through.



I'm willing to let go of my everything.
My studies, my friends and to the extent of my family.
I know it's crazy because my family has been first.
He kinda...cut his way through to first.



Yan's emoing.
Give me a bit of you.
And i'll ask for more.
Give me all of you, and i'll get bored.