Chinese Garden
Wenjin: Sorry, but my tag board is not for publicity. Thank You.
nana: Why? You wanna visit me?
yUnz: Just to further please you and Weny.. Here they are.
nana: Whats so good about pictures? This is going to be my last. I don't feel happy anymore, especially these days.
Weny: Thank You. Hope you are feeling better. Life is short; don't get bogged down by little things.
It had been a long time since I last blogged. I am not feeling too good. On top of everything, I have this ten-cent coin big pimple smacked in the middle of my eyebrowns. God, thanks a lot. Of all places, it has to be somewhere near the center of my eyes. Now I can mistaken for being recognised as Xie Jia Yan, aka Hao yi in Zhen Qing. Zhen Qing or Qin Qing. Whatever. Of course that is not true, I don't have her hair.
Anyway, I went to Chinese garden on its last few days. Good Company despite the immensely long day. The photos.. readers love photos.
I felt like I was in another dimension. 
Count them. Nine Faries eh? 
The other 2 are mortals. Haha.. I can hear someone grumbling, pouting and all. Jacq, you are a sadist. 
What is your opinion of a sneak attack? The fun ends here.
These days are mind-boggling. What should I do? I am lost. I need to re-determine my directions.
Jacqueline
1:11 AM
High Tea
Yuan: You should ask when in doubt. Haha.. dreaming of Julian Hee ah? But Flora is still happy that you remembered her.
Yunz: Thank you..Here are more pictures for you.
Nana: Yes, Yiren looked hagged. He had not slept for two days. Lol. Yilin and I look alike?
Wenjin: 75% so high? Haha..
We went to high tea at Orchard Hotel and there was a chocolate fountain. Cheryl went crazy and I took a lot of strawberries, yes, without chocolates. The food was good and the cakes were even better. We were so busy eating that nobody bothers taking pictures of the beautiful pastries. And when we were bloated and had stopped because we felt we have eaten more than it is worthed, we were contemplating vomiting and eating more, walking around to digest the food so that we could eat more and of course, taking pictures.
Yes, everyone was included. We didn't forget Flora, except that Rachel got it wrong. 
They were that comfortable. I have no idea why Michelle looks like a kid and the pillow looks like a top. 
It looks like a class photo. Vic looks like a teacher. Me? The photographer. 
Vic and me after a series of dissatisfied photo-takings.
Cecilia and Vic
The Black Ladies
The Three Musketeers
A less selfish angle, guess who is holding the camera. Our digestion activity- Taking photos at the aquarium at Wisma.
Forever-crazy about chocolate-Cheryl and MeI had a great day despite stuffing a lot of sins into my mouth.
They were sinfully delightful.
Time to plan for the next outing and Christmas party.
Jacqueline
8:38 AM
It took sometime for the picturese to get uploaded. Here they are, I am so lazy and tired to blog.
I always thought that it is weird for guys to drink things related to strawberry. *shrugs*
Do we look alike? Why is everyone saying so?
Accoring to many, when you are together with a person for quite long, you tend to look like the person.
It took 8 years. 8 long years. Gosh I am old.
No. We didn't stop taking pictures in spite on being on the train.
We just love ourselves too much.of course, Yiren was the protaganist. I just don't want to post so many of his pictures. Waiting for the pictures that we will be taking today at our High Tea. Hope it is worth the time and money cos I am trying to fight with time. I have to work, I have to go for tuitions and I have school. I am only a human. Lend me your time, please.
Jacqueline
7:43 AM
I feel like I am swimming against the tide. I can hardly breathe (literally because of my flu) in these events of rushing from one place to another. Amidst all, I have been thinking a lot on what lies ahead for me. Planning, not just thinking. I just have a lot more at stake.
It is going to rain again. Unlike the shower of lightning last night, it is so dark and gloommy now. I feel so sick. It had been a long time since I last had flu and now I feel as if a bottle is stuffed into my nostrils, as if my neck has multiple holes for breathing out. It doesn't help with all my energy being sucked out of my bones, like how those cups are stuck onto the skins and pulled out with a lot of force such that your flesh are inside the cups in accupuncture. I feel choked.
But me being me, works extremely well under such condition. I tend to think better, work better under stress or distress. I am weird anyway and that is not something new. I got to go lie down. Ciao.
~If only what I dreamt last night comes true.
Jacqueline
9:49 AM
Guilt
You wouldn't know how it feels like to be guilty for so many years, how good to have the feeling expressed and how wonderful it feels for a hug to make my doubt, confusion and fear go away. I am touched. Don't cry, you are made of sterner stuff. I am too. We will make it.
Jacqueline
10:21 PM
I am losing myself. Every bit. In my attempt to be unique, I have lost every cells of uniqueness. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could see nothing but my physical self staring back. The dynamic of my soul has vapourised into thin air. What has gone wrong? Don't I deserve anything? What is guilty conscience? Why do I feel guilty for a crime that I have never committed?
A dartboard deserves more credit than me. Yes, the darts pierce it, but at least it has a name; it is a
dartboard and it is meant to be poked. I am nothing. Badly treated yet not acknowledged for being badly treated. Argh, I hate this feeling. If you poke me next time, please give me some credit by acknowledging me. I will be more grateful that way.
Jacqueline
12:02 AM
I have had a great week. I manage to do all the things that I wanted to do while rushing for my ER, DPP and OSD projects. I managed to catch up with my very good friend yilin, going out for post birthday celebration with Florence, meet my twin, chat with Flora on MSN, spotted my long lost cousin, fulfil my longings for new clothes, spent some quality time with family members... In short, I did everything except to revise, study or start my HR individual project. So much for my budding aspiration to improve on my miserable life.
Life has never been that great. I feel so good not doing my work. It is not the 'rightest' thing to say. I chuckle to sleep everyday witnessing my brothers mocking at Cyndi Wang's dance moves and them insisting that their actions are right. I love my family. I love the way ah ma laugh uncontrollably at insignificant things. her laughter alone makes me want to laugh hard. I love Dad for swimming with me and sharing the same thoughts and passion, ignoring the mainlanders part. I love mum for being so nice to me and taking care of my every single need. I feel so pampered. Of course, there are those days that I wish I was never born.
It is them that pull me out of the pit. Before this ended like a thank-you speech with a round of applause, I better stop.
Yiren is going off to Aust. Another one gone. Why is everyone going there? Why am I here still? I hate stagnance! Christina was the first, then Alicia, Cheryl, Sir Charlie, Flora and now Yiren. I should start a base there. I want to move on too. Stupid OSP. Bleah.
Jacqueline
10:44 PM
