I am dead tired... Yesterday I work for nearly 12 hours. Oh my god... I work from 12 to 9PM!! I really dont understand why whenever I work on friday night it is so busy? My legs nearly break!... Luckily, Uncle Richard send me home. Or else I think I will need to crawl back!

Actually, my main purpose of this entry is to report a very interesting fact about Australia. Ah bu, if you ever notice, there's a lot of TV programmes that involved parenting skills. Like super nanny! haha... Imagine you need professionals to teach you how to take care and educate your kids. Please dont laugh! It is a serious problem in Australia. Maybe it is the "ang mo" culture! Single parents are a norm here. As long as you are a single parent, you dont really need to work. The government will pay for your kids. Maybe good. or bad in a way.

At Rundle Mall, just at HS shopping centre(in the city of Adelaide), while I was waiting for the bus at 6pm, I saw a mom bring 2 kids. Suddenly, I heard somthing like "Put on your pants!" I thought must be the kid is naughty. You know la... Kids sometimes like to pull up the skirt... Then after all the shoutings, I saw the mom bringing the 2 kids up to the bus. As the wind was quite strong, I wanted to walk to where the mom was to hide from the wind. Hey Hey, guess what did I saw?
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Shit! Yes, the boy actually shit in front of the shopping centre's exit door. What kind of parents are they? Haiz... I really dont know what should I say. I just pity the cleaners.

This is the last week of my non teaching period. Yes! It is called non teaching period, no longer called school holidays. " You are still expected to do some work during this period. It is not your holidays" (Rob, 2006)

I was trying to complete my personality essay this week. Hence, It became a 11 to 5 thing for me. Imagine Sotong going to Unisa everyday? I am way behind my agenda. I actually wanted to start my revision during this holidays. However, I had not. I hope Anaza day will be useful for me.

Anyway, I went to Marion with Huiya again on Tuesday. Finally I watched the movie-walk the line. It is really good. I like the country style of music. Reese Witherspoon is always my idol. Oh my god. I think I will not do any movie review due to the lack of time. Conclusion: Go watch it!

Today, I was chatting with one of my collage mate. Maybe we are from a different culture and background. I just feel he is not mature. To be honest, I am pissed off by his attriude. MC (a singaporean girl) had some family matter. Hence, she went back to singapore today. He was asking me about it. Ijust told him that I feel it is better for him to express his concern to her personally. To me, family matters are always private. I just dont wish that words would spread around. Guess what he say. "You speak like a therpist. Stop talking like one." Haiz..

These days, it is getting colder. 18 degrees... It had been raining. Time to put on raincoat! haha... Jia you, Jolene!

To alot of people, being alive is just about going to work, going to school, going shopping, going for movies, doing household chores. Many of us will dread at even the thought of them.

However, someone in some part of the world is trying their best to stay alive. To stay alive is all they ask for.

Dreams, responsibilities which is more important? Money or life? With all the money, without health, is this the life you wished for? Working hard at work became a responsibility or still your dream?

If I am sick, can I still face the world with the same smile? I really dont know. But I know there is someone who had faced the world with smile, no matter what had happened to her.

It is a story of a diary of a girl who suffered from schizophrenia at the age of 15 years old. She was a very good basketball player, great at schoolwork, understanding sister and lovely daughter. However, god slowly took away her ability to run, walk, speak and write. She was forced to give up her favourite basketball, her right to fall in love, her friendship with her classmates. Nevertheless, she never failed to write her diary. It was her hope to stay alive. Her diary "A litre of tears" was published in Japan, sold 180 000 copies. Thoughout her short life of 25 years, she brought sunshine, hope and encouragement to the people around her.

I cried from the 1st espiode to the last. I think should have at least a litre of tears .

This entry is devoted to my dearest Grandpa. 1st April marks the 100th day since he left this world and my last day at Hossana Heights.

"Ah Gong, I am sorry that I cant in Singapore or anywhere near you to pray for you. But you are always in my heart, mind and soul. I used to work hard so that you can be proud of me. But now I will work even harder so that when I left this world, I have a lot of wonderful stories to tell u. Ah Gong, wait for me. Lastly, I miss you. I really do."

The last day at Hosanna Heights
Hosanna Heights bring me alot of joy, laughter and memories. I know a lot of people from there. The people are really very nice. They are always willing to lend a helping hand. I am like a little sister to everyone. Xiao Xiao, Xiao Fei, Fei Fei, Mc and many more...

Oh ya... I saw so many people from Hosanna today. I saw Carol, Xiao Fei, Ai ling and 4 nursing students. Although Adelaide is small, I have never meet anyone I know on streets... Haha...

The holidays are coming... It will be Krystral and Xiao Xiao's birthday. We thought of organising a BBq ... By the way, The Aussie way of BBQ is just hot dogs. And that's it... So Ah bu, if anyone ask you for a bbq, remember to bring something to eat.