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PANG ZHUANG YI
true enough. well, if i am not talking when you see me, it can only mean two things; either i am overwhelmed by someone or i am E M O ing.
temper is on the SUPERB extreme. try me if you do not believe in that.
if a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then is an empty desk?
no wonder my desk is always flooded. =D
september holiday
Sunday, September 9, 2007 @ 10:33:00 PM
this is a post recapping on my super short september break.
01/09: study
02/09: slack? cannot remember.
03/09: amaths lesson with mrs yap then hairspray-ed with geena.
04/09: art with ms kwa. i screwed up my source and, yes. i was informed that my great-grandmother passed away. sad.
05/09: i have no lesson so i went to my grandparents' house on 171 and a cup of peach milk tea. i burned the incense papers for her, as i was told the burning cannot stop as it provides light and money for her on the way. i watched people play mahjong, did some homework and ate dinner. little servings but many times. i do not dare to weigh myself. LOL. the chanting of scriptures is not easy. we are not used to it.
06/09: almost everything is the same. except i went with a cup of honeydew milk tea. the speed of the chanting of scriptures is getting faster.
07/09: i stayed up the whole night to finish my geography assignment. i have geography lesson but i went later with my sister. jiajun, yiling, roumiao, mas, humaira and i lunched at kfc together. we then went to walk around sun plaza, like children section of popular and the shop opposite comics connection. i went to peixin's house to pass her her geography textbook and file. i then bought lunch for my sister and went to my grandparents' house. this time round, i went with honey milk tea. LOL. my sister was complaining of her peppermint milkshake being too sweet. the chanting of scriptures was done by monks, who read EVEN faster and without any rhythm.
08/09: me and my sister woke up at 10. we rushed everything, had brunch (i suppose) at the coffeeshop near out house then went to grandparents' house for the last day of the funeral. when we have reached, the funeral band has already started to play. hmm. there were drums, cornets, cymbals and i think i cannot remember. on several times, i almost cried. "it is not everyday a person's great-grandmother passes away." that was what i repeated to my cousin. after the prayings, we proceeded to walk to the main road. after that, to the temple's cremation. the moment the coffin was pushed in and started to burn, many people cried. i almost cried out.
i cannot say life is short. 95 years. i was the green generation, not, recount. so i am the dark blue generation. (considering the deceased is first generation, second is black, third dark blue, fourth green, fifth pink). we had 5 generations at one time for 17 years. woah. i was an aunt before i was born.
this post shall end with: wish all the graduating classes, good luck for prelim. i am going to be so dead. =D