Life For Rent
Jan. 17th, 2004 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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A lesson for you today, never say "Its gonna get better" or "It couldn't have been any worse". Those words will jinx your life and make you suffer. I know from experience.
My mum's in hospital. In the Intensive Care Unit, to be specific. She's so weak... I don't know how to take this. I can't cry, I can't scream, but I can't smile. Actually, I can and I have been doing it at school the past few days. Only my closests friends (namely two) know about my mum being hospitalised, for the sole fact that I know that their reactions are genuine. I don't mind publicizing it here, since none of my RL friends do read this. My sacred outlet. I pray that she will be alright in time for our Chinese New Year renunion dinner, at my uncle's house. If she isn't okay, I'm not going. There's no reason to. My mum is the pillar of support in my life. I share nearly everything with her. And what's more, she's an angel. Really. Her friend died of cancer, leaving a young daughter behind. My mother, though reluctantly (because she knows that she's not mentally ready) accepted temporary guardian-ship of the girl, and made sure the girl's new adoptive parents were good before she signed the release papers. Even after that, she still visits the girl, talking to her and making sure she's ok. My mum's one of a kind, a gift God sent from above and he shan't take her away. If he does, I'll go Satanic or something. >.> She always sticks by her friends through thick and thin and she's a super-understanding person, if not mother. She can pull through this. She did it before, she can do it again.
Please, help me pray for her recovery. I rarely ask favours from people, but this is one thing I beg you all to do.
I read a post on my tagboard, about my English being good and about me using profound and difficult words in my blog entries. Yeah right. >| I was asked to contribute some of my essays to my school's essay-book, Inspirations, but as always, my essays never appear. I feel cheated, and somewhat insulted. This is not the first time the damned school has done this. Earlier last year, they asked me to write a report on the band's youth festival performance, and I did. Instead, they put up an article by someone else. If they think I write horribly, just tell me so, and don't waste my time. >|
By the way, I think I owned the Physics test on Friday, much to my delight. That's the only plus point this week. I've been having an art block, with all my stuff being chibi-fied, doll-like versions of the real thing. I don't know what happening to me. I think I'm not cut out to draw or write or do anything. I shall be a couch-potato now. Its nearly Feburary. I'm dead. *takes out sewing materials* PESTER ME TO WORK!!! AUGH.
My friend's boyfriend has a sweetmouth, but really, he's such a nice guy, I can suffer from a toothache just by looking at him. I was talking about me being fat, and he went, "You're not fat." My heart rejoiced. "You're just short, so you look fat." My heart exploded with laughter. That was an original way of telling a girl that she's fat.
Girl: Am I fat, dear?
Boy: O_O||||| Erm.. Erm...
XDXD I love these scenarios. Cracks me up.
A lesson for you today, never say "Its gonna get better" or "It couldn't have been any worse". Those words will jinx your life and make you suffer. I know from experience.
My mum's in hospital. In the Intensive Care Unit, to be specific. She's so weak... I don't know how to take this. I can't cry, I can't scream, but I can't smile. Actually, I can and I have been doing it at school the past few days. Only my closests friends (namely two) know about my mum being hospitalised, for the sole fact that I know that their reactions are genuine. I don't mind publicizing it here, since none of my RL friends do read this. My sacred outlet. I pray that she will be alright in time for our Chinese New Year renunion dinner, at my uncle's house. If she isn't okay, I'm not going. There's no reason to. My mum is the pillar of support in my life. I share nearly everything with her. And what's more, she's an angel. Really. Her friend died of cancer, leaving a young daughter behind. My mother, though reluctantly (because she knows that she's not mentally ready) accepted temporary guardian-ship of the girl, and made sure the girl's new adoptive parents were good before she signed the release papers. Even after that, she still visits the girl, talking to her and making sure she's ok. My mum's one of a kind, a gift God sent from above and he shan't take her away. If he does, I'll go Satanic or something. >.> She always sticks by her friends through thick and thin and she's a super-understanding person, if not mother. She can pull through this. She did it before, she can do it again.
Please, help me pray for her recovery. I rarely ask favours from people, but this is one thing I beg you all to do.
I read a post on my tagboard, about my English being good and about me using profound and difficult words in my blog entries. Yeah right. >| I was asked to contribute some of my essays to my school's essay-book, Inspirations, but as always, my essays never appear. I feel cheated, and somewhat insulted. This is not the first time the damned school has done this. Earlier last year, they asked me to write a report on the band's youth festival performance, and I did. Instead, they put up an article by someone else. If they think I write horribly, just tell me so, and don't waste my time. >|
By the way, I think I owned the Physics test on Friday, much to my delight. That's the only plus point this week. I've been having an art block, with all my stuff being chibi-fied, doll-like versions of the real thing. I don't know what happening to me. I think I'm not cut out to draw or write or do anything. I shall be a couch-potato now. Its nearly Feburary. I'm dead. *takes out sewing materials* PESTER ME TO WORK!!! AUGH.
My friend's boyfriend has a sweetmouth, but really, he's such a nice guy, I can suffer from a toothache just by looking at him. I was talking about me being fat, and he went, "You're not fat." My heart rejoiced. "You're just short, so you look fat." My heart exploded with laughter. That was an original way of telling a girl that she's fat.
Girl: Am I fat, dear?
Boy: O_O||||| Erm.. Erm...
XDXD I love these scenarios. Cracks me up.
