Friday, June 04, 2010 Just some things on my mind now.1. I've never ever felt so worried about NCC stuff before, not even for my own Specialists' Course 3 years ago. 2. I think I haven't prepared my Cadets well enough, but I don't know what else (or what more) I can do already. 3. I'm to be blamed if they do not do well for the Course. 4. I wonder how my Cadets are doing now. I wonder if they're revising for the Course at this very minute. I'm pretty sure some Units are. 5. I hope my Cadets can surprise me with their performance, but I'm afraid to pin my hopes too high. 6. I still think that 2SGs are more important than awards, even after all these years. It's just a personal opinion. 7. I pray for my Cadets - those who have really worked hard for what they want. I pray that they can get what they want. 8. I dread the final lesson I'll be having with my Cadets before their Course. Not because I don't want to see them, but because I fear that I might miss something important out. I'll kill myself if they lose their precious marks because of me. I'm literally worried sick. This is really taking its toll on me. 9. I still love my Cadets, and I'll always do, even if they don't do as well as expected for the Course. 10. I don't know if any of my Cadets stalks my blog, but I hope they don't. I'm supposed to be professional and mentally strong in their eyes. Sometimes it's just so tiring to keep that facade on. I'm not emo. Bye.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010 Hang on, Corrine. Things will turn out fine. Just keep holding on. Don't let go.Not now at least.
Sunday, May 02, 2010 On 30th April 2010, I let cowardice get the better of me.I need courage. I must survive 26th May 2010.
Friday, April 30, 2010 I wish I could find someone whom I can tell everything to.Like, everything.
Sunday, April 04, 2010 Dear Mr. President,Come take a walk with me. Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me. I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly. What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why? Dear Mr. President, Were you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? How can you say No child is left behind? We're not dumb and we're not blind. They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell. What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine. How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye? Let me tell you 'bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you 'bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you 'bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don't know nothing 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh How do you sleep at night? How do you walk with your head held high? Dear Mr. President, You'd never take a walk with me. Would you?
Monday, March 29, 2010 Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up?So, what happens after all this?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010 So, the question of the day was:"Ma'am, what made you decide to become a Cadet Officer?" Hmmmmmmmm.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010 Hello everyone!Meet my new phone :D YES, OMNIA 2! And guess what, I'm still trying to figure out all the functions LOL. Nothing to say. Bye for now!
Friday, March 12, 2010 It's been months since I REALLY blogged, and I doubt anyone still comes here. Not that I'm complaining though. It can get quite irritating when people who know nuts about your life try to read your blog, infer some stupid things, then act as if they understand everything about you and try to give you some silly advice. Yupp anyway, life has been rather... stressful. Unexpectedly. Haha but I'm not gonna dwell too much on the unpleasant stuff (: HAPPY THINGS THAT I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT: 1. Kairos! Haha, not like I really enjoy the life as a Kairos but it's really waaaaaaaaaay better than how I had expected Kairos to be like. The Kairos programme and Kairos students were pretty awesome actually. Love most of them. Frankly speaking, Kairos is really one of my happiest periods in PJ. I felt really at ease with the Kairos students and we had so much fun together. I guess the fact that I'm in Kairos also kinda made me wake up the hard way. No more over-slacking! LOL slacking abit is acceptable though :D 2. 10S12. My new class. To tell the truth, I'm actually still trying to remember everyone's names. Ooops. Yessssss, I know that Term 1 is like over, but cut me some slack please. I joined the class AFTER Orientation and the only way to get to know their names is when a teacher asks someone to stand up and answer a question. So yeah. Initially I thought I'm probably going to be looked down upon by the entire world and I'm going to be so damn miserable for the rest of my life in PJ. I mean, yeah of course some people were mean to us. But who cares! My classmates are nice and that's enough for me. 3. Grades. I guess Chemistry isn't THAT tough after all. Not that it's easy to me now but like seriously, it suddenly isn't THAT tough anymore. Math is still sickening but trust me, I'm working on it. As for Economics, China Studies and GP, there's nothing much yet so I can't say much about them. I MUST PASS MY MID YEARS WITH FLYING NEON COLOURS! 4. NCC Firstly, I know I'm very very very lag but NANHUA NCC GIRLS GOT GOLD FOR BUC. Haha it really came as a HUGE surprise, since we pretty much expected a Bronze (and maybe even Unplaced) this year and we actually did better than the previous years. So yay! Also, FSD Competition is finally over! At least for us. Boooo. Overall I guess everyone did their best and we'll definitely come back stronger next year. Just wait and see! Okay okay that's all from me for now. JIAYOU CORRINE. JIAYOU EVERYONE!
Sunday, March 07, 2010 I'm back.某一夜 夢見你摸我臉 舊傷又復發 有些話 沒有人能去講 心情被鎖上 想微笑 嘴角微微顫抖 讓寂寞 無聲回蕩 某一天 面對無辜淚水 舊傷又復發 有個人 堅持愛能培養 換我不講話 等一顆 遙遠的心就像 要星星回應許的願望 苦苦 沒有回答 被問到 身旁留的空位 舊傷又復發 習慣說 自己適合自由 不承認有傷 想回家 戴著耳機冥想 在車上搖晃著坐過頭 泛淚光 望著窗
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My name is Corrine and I dont think I really know who I am anymore. This is my blog, and maybe from here you'll find that I'm not exactly like the Corrine you used to think you knew.
I CuddleThings New shoes. New bags. New slippers. New handphone. New clothes. Good grades. Sleep. Food. My bolster. NCCG IS DA LOVEEE!
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Hello Kitty, Play with us today.
We'll laugh and sing on this lovely sunny day.
All your friends are waiting for you, ready to run and play.
Everyone will gather round. This is what they'll say:
"When we see your friendly smile, you brighten up our day."
Oh! Hello, Hello Kitty, Hello's your friend.
Your smile is pretty like a flower that's in bloom.
Love is in your heart. It sings a happy tune.
Hello, Hello Kitty. Play with us today.
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