The year has never been newer

Well hello! It's time for the Post of the year again.

Time to say goodbye to the past and welcome the new year - 2016.

About 2015

1. School/academics

In 2015, my school life was pretty much filled with pain, dread, tears... and then it became non-existent. At the beginning of this year, i received my results - O Levels. Let me tell you,it was horrible, it was everything i dread and it was difficult to overcome. In fact, i'm not sure if i already have.

I worked really hard and trust me, i thought i was going to get it. I went all around Singapore searching for a school that would accept me, a junior college that would give me the chance i needed to prove myself worthy again. 

But nothing came, not an acceptance, not a second chance.

I really thought i could suck it up. I really thought in the end, after the 3 years in a place that was foreign to me, everything would turn out good,like it always did for me.

Well i came to realize too late that, nobody would be there to comfort you. Everyone has moved on with their lives and you are the only person staying right where you were, brooding over the biggest failure of your life.

And i cried, i really did. For the future that was always bright for me, for the hopes and dreams i had, for the expectations everyone had for me. 

Everything. 

I cried. i cried. and i cried again. After being in school, i thought i could begin anew, it could be just another route to the success i want.

But i cried. Again.

i cried till my throat went sore, till my tears went dry.

and still i cried.

Months past. People started disliking me in school. People started out-casting me. Like things couldn't get worst for me, people started doing things to me.

Maybe, because they realized i wasn't accepting the reality that i was given. Maybe, because they felt how i truly felt about Polytechnic, about them - they were the indication of my failure. They were the level i had to fall to. They were my degradation.

That i was too good for them.

Maybe, despite how i tried to be nicer, tried to be more of a follower than a leader, people could see through me. Maybe, my actions tells it all.

and so i cried.

when they all hated me, i cried.

when the girl i thought i could confide in turned against me,

I CRIED.

i lay in bed, in the dark, swallowing my screams as i cried.

But trust me, this is not a pity story. I do not want or deserve sympathy. Because i deserved everything i got. From the horrendous teachers who smiled at me and didn't believe my story despite me having SOLID PROOF; to the people who tried with their utmost effort to pull me down; to the best friend who became the biggest enemy - EVERYTHING. 

i deserved them all. I chose this, i brought it upon myself. 

i saw all the people whom i expected to be way behind me, SO FAR AHEAD of me. 

I deserved it. why?

because i scored lousy.

because i scored shit.

because i did badly.

because, i.screwed.the.fuck.up.

And i didn't get a second chances. Second chances are not meant for me.

Let me tell you what they did to me. 

Let me begin with a reminder that i was not weak.

 Or maybe not.

because what's the point?

i didn't manage to win that.

i lost completely.

What about my boyfriend right?

2. Boyfriend

I can only tell you, it was a rocky ride. Since the beginning of the year, we've had tons of problems to face. Who doesn't, right? I guess everyone feels that their relationship is the special one.
well, i wouldn't say mine was a titanic type, or even a korean drama. My current one would be a daily life episode. Very normal, with it's everyday reality problems, and the small little sweet moments. 

I would say, however that, we do quarrel a lot. More than most couples. I've had my fair share of scars and tears to remind me of the hurt and pain we both went through. Sometimes, i know i am over dramatic with my reactions to things; even for a girl. I feel bad for him who has to endure all my nonsense.

Despite knowing how much he has to accept to be together with someone like me - insane; i could still manage to feel that this guy doesn't love me.

Yes that's right. i speak with all honesty that i have treated him better than anyone have treated me, or anyone have treated him. I have loved him with ways that i could find, any way that i know. I loved him with everything i had and considered his position in every situation, before my own, before ANYONE else.

is that the right way to love someone? Is there a right way? If it is...

Then why doesn't he love me the same?

I constantly tell myself: He is not right for me. How could he be? He hurts me with his words, he has eyes for so many other girls, there's just so many things that he couldn't explain..

so many things that proves he just simply doesn't care.

Maybe, it's time to let go.

Is it? I don't know. But not just yet, not ever. I will not give up. For now, i'm firm with my decision.

To everyone who ever called me a slut, whore, childish girl, for having countless boyfriends (whether behind my back or right in my face), you do not know what i go through and how much I've went through and endured to maintain this relationship. You do not know what is behind every single one of my relationships, how it was for me to be that "whore" in your eyes.

3. Family

I am so tired of people telling me how i don't cherish my parents. How i am an ungrateful person for scolding my parents, for rebelling against them, for fighting for my freedom. 

Those people who commented on my previous blog posts, anonymous.

I hope your parents regret that day they forgot to use protection.

Well, precisely. I don't tell everyone my story, that does not mean i have had it easy. That does not mean i am immature like everyone who's going through puberty. Not saying i am NOT immature. Just that i have my reasons.

For that person who commented that, you were right.

They did regret.

I hope it makes you happy that your hopes were fulfilled. Even before i had a chance to be ungrateful, to be immature, they already did regret my existence.

and they showed it.

Well i hope you find this appealing. i hope you found it good that my parents regret my birth, and they use me as a tool to fulfill their own expectations and wishes of a perfect daughter.

That is all i am going to say.

My parents and i had a history of bad family relations for 8 years. Just because you chance upon my blog posts that could be dated furthest, only to 2 years ago, does not give you even the slightest hint of how my life is.

again, my life is normal. NOT a drama. But it has its problems and i didn't get it easy at all my entire life.

Anyway, 2015 has been a great lesson learnt. It has been the largest hurdle of my life and it has also been the turning point.

The end of 2015 came with many surprises. I have made major decisions and am determine to stick by them. My online shop which i have recently restarted is back to business again. With new knowledge from my business course, thankfully it has only taken a week for everything to fall in a steady pace.

CHEERS to a new year and a new beginning. I am taking it with a positive attitude and definitely am gonna put on more of a fight than i did in 2015.

i am ready to face 2016, how about you? On a side note:

I wonder how it feels like to be 18, in 4 more days?

I. AM. LEGAL.

Does that mean the crime rate would rise.... HAHA.

Happy New Year guys! <3

1 January 2016

Singapore

REOPEN

Hi.

I reopened my online shop and this time, i put in loads of efforts for it.

Mr & Mrs.

I do hope people will support me because i really want this to work. 

i want my new year to begin with new wonders.

oh.

before i forget, i am on a slimming lifestyle again.

i hope to succeed too.

i'm excited for the new year.

2016...

how wonderful it'll be.

do drop by some of my websites:

@taiqtpx main acc on IG

@mr.n.mrs shop acc on IG/Carousell

carousell.com/mr.n.mrs

do dropby for feedback or purchase(:

See you at finishing point of this year x

27 December 2015

Singapore

Merry Christmas?

Sometimes you wish there were beautiful things that happen to you.

Sometimes you wish you were like everyone else.

Sometimes you wish for the warm smiles and cheery meet ups.

Merry Christmas everyone x

25 December 2015

Singapore 

Stalking

Hi. This post is inspired by a blogger named Cherie. (I think)

I do not hate her or anything I just thought it an interesting topic to talk about.

https://lilacbrickroad.wordpress.com/2012/03/16/stalking-naomi-neo/

This is the post I'm referring to.

Basically, she wrote something about Naomi, that famous blogger/youtuber whom which, prior to reading that post, I have been stalking.

If you're too lazy to read, the segment is summaried to be:

Naomi is faking an accent and the accusations mentioned about her by her haters were, if not fully, partially true.

As most of my friends and family know about me, I LOVE arguing. And I've chosen to take Naomi's side on this. Not because I like her, I do wish I had her fame though. (I'm a girl) but no, I do not wish for her face or her body. 

For personal reasons, nothing personal towards Naomi.

So back to my point, this is my rebuttal/argument/comment in response to the above blogpost. Since she (Cherie) invited others to discuss about it.

I don't feel like commenting further!

Expect a post soon because it's the end of the year again.... CANT WAIT.

This year have been pretty happening for me. How about you?(:

Till later, bye!

20 December 2015

Singapore

It Changed

When you think... or wish, everything gets better

when you feel your heart lifting and beating in sync with the vibrations of your laugh

when you lie in his arms, his shirt, sweaty and wet

when you dont mind th stench of sweat,

because as usual you're being overwhelmed by his smell.

but what he doesn't know,

is you're secretly mesmerized by a sound that belonged to you, and only you.

it was't his voice.

it's his heart beating,

as you lay there safe and protected,

in his arms and on his chest.

i hate goodbyes,

i hate quarreling.

i hate it when your mother gets her way with you,

because you're mine.

the relationship is ours,

i'll protect it like a warrior,

with my life.

i always beg silently,

please don't break my heart.

i pray to someone above,

please let him understand my love.

love is such a complex thing.

It kept getting out of reach,

this love.

It kept getting back in a firm grip.

And then it got away completely.

"let's break up"

although it was a message.

it resounded in my whole being.

"let's break up"

i cannot stand you anymore.

your temper.

I'm sorry.

1 year and almost 3 months.

"let's break up"

it broken apart.

i knew i said it alot.

and it hurt, when i said it, it hurt really bad.

my lungs would burn.

the tears would fall.

but not like the only time you said it.

just not like it.

i hope you understand,

i lost everything tonight.

even though,

the heart is broken.

i still remember that sound of your heartbeat.

the smell that got me crazy.

i won't give up.

but i need time.

Hey there,

let's give it a try,

okay?

25 November 2015

Singapore

Love Yourself

Nobody's going to love you when you do not love yourself.

Sometimes you move to a stage in life you really cannot move on. You get hurt so much you think of going back.

But because you cannot, you stay where you are, not willing to move any further from the past you so want to rewrite.

people fall in love many times in life, they fall out of love too.

i remember that day when i broke up with someone i loved and i was crying and i was heartbroken and i was falling apart.

Then someone told me "people fall in and out of love; and it is those who fall back regardless the issue that are worth the broken heart"

I held on to many things in my life.

I held on to hope that we would patch until 2 years later.

i held on to the hope that i could enter a Junior College until i realize i was struggling in Polytechnic never accepting the reality that i was given.

I held on to everything i wanted so much.

Through everything, I lost so much.

i learnt everything the difficult way.

I'm still making mistakes and i'm still crying.

I hate myself, and i insult myself.

I get affected when people see right through the front i put up.

But there is something i always wanted to tell everyone.

something even my boyfriend should know about me.

I may have things i absolutely have no clue about,

i have things that no matter how hard i try,

i can never do good enough.

But those are things only i can be frustrated at myself for.

Those are flaws only i have the right to criticize myself about.

No one, NO ONE should be telling me those are things i SHOULD be doing.

You shouldn't be making feel upset just because of my inabilities.

picking on my weakness,

that's a good strategy to beat your enemy,

and it works all the time.

If you hate me,

you point out these things and let me tell you,

i get hurt all the time.

EVERY single time i get affected.

and if i don't,

i'm just pretending.

i love commenting on the things people do.

i love insulting the people i hate.

But when there are people who do it back,

i get furious.

i curse and i swear.

i am arrogant and i feel that nobody has the right to criticize me; my looks, my life, my character.

Sometimes, i get tired of fighting.

and i look around me filled with people who have beautiful eyes, skin, figure.

i see people who have thinner legs, prettier clothes, a beautiful voice.

i feel envious, no JEALOUS.

it is those times i shop for baggy jeans, i plan for workouts and i do everything that could reassure myself.

that's the time i really really HATE myself.

when my boyfriend looks at a girl with an awestruck expression,

i know that's beauty in his eyes.

i really don't care about those times i got praises anymore.

i don't care about those times i managed to found thicker people and people who did poorly in school,

because at that moment someone i cared about looked at someone else with THAT expression,

i lost completely.

winning is important to me.

Butreally, whether i win or not in this game with millions of girls in this world,

does it matter?

everyone has their story.

i love how i look in the mirror.

i love that my eyes are bigger with those double eyelids.

i am taller than many girls.

i am smarter, i pick things up faster.

i have things they want but can never get no matter how they try.

but why do i hate myself?

why am i stupid, ugly and miserable?

because i have my flaws, that only i can hate myself for.

i have my story that only i understand.

if you hate me, pick out the knives and hurdles from that story.

if you cannot be bothered, you don't know i hate myself.

But if you even care just a little,

please tell me,

the little bulge on my stomach,

the thigh gap i could never keep with me,

the most obvious littlest flaws,

please tell me they don't matter.

you have to reassure me.

you have to show me how it doesn't matter to you,

when it means the world to me.

you have to show me how to love myself.

how to look at myself in the mirror and love it.

Ofcourse, when people leave,

i feel confused and hurt.

but i know what's happening.

even though i might say "i'm too good for them"

but in fact, when people leave,

it just means they don't understand that you hate yourself,

that you need them to stay.

They couldn't be bothered to reassure you.

They couldn't stay long enough to show you,

how you should love yourself.

No matter how hard it had made you fall,

you will have to pick yourself,

and that little confidence you have left,

to fight the battle you can never be sure you can win.

To all the people in polytechnic that didn't bother to tolerate with me,

even though i walked with my head held high,

i did my presentations when nobody really listened,

i pretended not to hear your laughter,

it hurt.

And deep down,

that is how i felt about what happened this past year.

To my boyfriend,

everytime you overlook that some words you say could hurt me,

you compromise me to do something else,

you praise another girl,

i feel as if i'm the only one that loves myself.

how can i continue to love myself?

every girl began with loving themselves.

I am at fault and i should be punished,

sometimes,

i ask myself:

"if i knew i should be loving myself to win, why do i still end up losing, and hating myself?"

21 November 2016

Singapore

Taiwan

I'm having so much fun.

This is probably the last time I see these lovely cousins until a very Long time.

I see their smiles and their laughter and I know I won't be able to have these anymore.

I was thinking of my boy back at home and how happy I'll be to be back with him, leaving these people behind.

I had not a single cent but it was great fun.

I don't smile but I promise you it was great fun because I get to see how much my cousins cared for me when they bought me things I really wanted, for someone that's gonna take me away from them.

My clothes don't suit and my jacket is out of place. 

But I'm definitely perfectly happy because I have my cousins for that last time.

I'm so happy that I bought a pair of clothing that my boy would love and the rest of the money I was given for food, I bought everything for someone I love.

I saw so many beautiful things. They could be beautiful for me, but it was always the most beautiful for my boy.

Everything was him.

Although he's not here, I'm too happy .

My cousins asked why do I talk less, laugh less and act a little crazy.

I didn't answer them.

I cry silent happy tears.

I'm so damn happy.

Taiwan is the first time I'm overseas for a vacation, it's the best first trip anyone can ever ask for so far.

I'm so happy he understands that I'm happy.

I'm so exhausted every night I black out.

That's how hard I played and how happy we're my times.

So many things for you.

Just one heart, and also for you.

05 November 2015

Taiwan

That place, was where I loved you

Sometimes, wrong and right, is never too clear.

Humans are sometimes too stubborn to understand this.

We hurt the people we love searching for answers that were never existent in the first place.

Why must we draw the line between right and wrong so clearly?

Why can't black and white co-exist?

Do we really have to lose, before we learn to cherish?

We should both cherish what we have, what some of the others could never have.

We should leave everything as it is.

we fell in love like this, didn't we?

30 October 2015

Singapore 

Short victory, Long decision

I caught a lizard

I was always a little weird, even as a little girl.

I don't really wanna share much about this or reveal too much, but here's a little hint of little Cythia.

As a little girl, I seemed no different than any other young girl (well perhaps with a slightly higher IQ).

However, I've always enjoyed capturing, trapping, harming or torturing. I loved mean words, and cruelty. Although I feel bad after that and the sense of ... Victory(?) was really short-lived.

I thought I'm way past this little fetish(?) or more of a sickness, but today a simple thing as capturing a lizard made me think otherwise.

Before I caught the lizard, it was at the corner of one of my kitchen cabinets. It was pretty difficult to tap it at that angle. Before I attempted at it, I told myself that if I succeeded, I'll slim down and become thinner. And then a rush of adrenaline.

BAM! 

I smashed the lizards head with the corner of my container. It was not a nice sight. Especially when it's tail fell off a wriggled some where below my arm. 

Fast forward to now, I actually caught an ant and took the risk to open the container quickly and put the ant in to feed it.

Then I'm heading off to bed now, I told myself to let it go. 

I have difficulty convincing myself to actually lift the container and set it free.

Couple of times I was at it, and I gave up and left the kitchen in the end.

What does it say of me?

Ps. Just a snippet of my bizzare life.

3 October 2015

Singapore 

Excited!!!

Hello. I feel like I haven't posted for quite awhile. 

As usual, I will be writing at night, when I have all these feels.

HAHA. Anyway, you could tell I'm in a very good mood.

Why? I really have no idea. BUT, I am really excited for one day to come.

I planned really hard for this day, I want it to be perfect.

I love you.

HEHEHEHEEHEHEHE. Okay, I think I am going crazy. Okay the day is 9 days later.

I wonder if you guessed? HOP over to any of my social networks I would MOST PROBBALY  do updates there.

Xo

Maybe it seemed like the hardest times have washed away the smiles from your face. Remember why you smiled then, remember you could be happy. 

---- for people who are going through hell right now, keep going.

7 September 2015

Singapore

Little is bigger than a lot.

Sometimes, I wish you did those little things you found useless instead of those surprisingly touching big things.

Because at least when you did those little things, you have so much more to give after that, and after that, and then after that again.

Now, you give me one happy moment,

And I pay for the rest of the time.

You used to be gentle to me.

Your words were gentle,

Your gaze were gentle,

You touch was gentle.

Does time really devalue things?

Because you never took care of the words anymore.

You never looked at me like I was breakable; you even stabbed me time and again and never stopped despite me begging you for mercy.

You shove me, you touch me carelessly, you make fun of me. You touch the ugliest spots and was never gentle about it, you never said I'm sorry you feel these are ugly.

But I love them.

You used to love me, take care of me. I was so scared of breaking and you were there to be even more afraid than me.

No. You are a man already.

Perhaps you realised all those flaws I was saying at the start, those that you told me so proudly and surely that you loved them, really does make me ugly.

Perhaps we should give up.

I just hope you remember,

Who has always just been waiting for that love from you,

For that love that was so short lived.

I know love hurts, but I thought it was simply just that.

I was willing to do it for you. 

But I learnt it doesn't work both ways.

You know those guys in shows that says they'll clean away the tears?

You used to be that.

How beautiful crying was, to me. 

Why doesn't it work the same now?

29 August 2015

Singapore 

Growing up.

Sometimes you wish you were that little girl skipping along while carrying the school bag too large for her.

You wish you could make all those choices all over again, and you wish you could grow up all over again.

Life, what is it?

It is such a mysterious thing such that everyone got onto earth without a choice and they leave, and don't get to stay as long as they want.

They say it takes a lot of fate to meet someone in life. Actually, it sure is. But then why there is something called hatred. Why do we hate those people we meet out of the billions on earth?

And why do I feel like I wish I didn't meet my whole entire polytechnic class. I wish I could restart my life?

This old man was sitting alone at a garden staring into the blank space.

He did that for 2 hours and more without fidgeting.

Is that what age does to you? It numbs you and make you so used to the things around you, you don't find the need to do something different, or even move.

When you get closer and closer to death; would time really matter so much?

Or it would just mean nothing but a ticking clock.

I wonder if the hardships I face now will ever be washed away by experiences and time.

If it would, then I hope it's not because the future would hurt much more.

When someone is asleep, is he really unconscious?

Because I feel like I want to sleep forever, and be oblivious to time, but conscious to love.

People, I just feel that there's always a reason to be happy, but there's always tons to be unhappy about.

Don't let go of the one who could give you the one reason to be happy. Especially even when he's unconscious of his effect on you.

15 August 2015

Singapore 

Fitting in.

Hi. It's been long, I wonder if anyone still bothers to check this space for updates.

I'm settling into a new environment and it takes a lot of time and energy to adapt to not only a changed environment, but also a changed lifestyle.

Presentations, group projects, individual presentations, tests and exams..

Planning my life entirely on my own.

This update is just a LITTLE about how I've been thus far in Polytechnic. 

It has been a great great experience. I got to venture into places I've never thought I could go to. I have done plenty, that I've never imagined I could do.

Even though, fitting in has been difficult. Arrogance has not been received very well, in fact not at all, where I am studying now.

But it is alright, I have people that care, and I also have strength.

I am not going to say much, because I do not have much time (that is something I love about life now too, I am BUSY).

But here's something I would like to say to any of you that read this post up till here:

"No matter where you are now, enjoy. Enjoy your life and be happy. Enjoy the failures, the hardships and the negative people."

I have been through a lot of tough times just this past half year of 2015. I was forced to accept things I would rather die than to face.

At least that was what I thought.

But life gave me strength. Then I was forced to move on.

I pulled through, although I never thought I could.

I am much happier now, I have much more meaning in my days than I did in 2014.

I am looking forward to the rest of this year.

If someone like me finds hope and beauty in the future, you should too.

Because I have difficulty convincing myself to go to school because I've had to face people that go all out to make my life miserable.

Chin up, you're gonna do just fine.

20 July 2015

Singapore

EXPELLED BECAUSE OF HANDS TOUCHING

My boyfriend is being threatened, he's being unjustly penalized and punished.

1.The school intends to force us apart

2. And they threatened and punish my boyfriend for something he didn't do wrong 

"I will not help you in future if the school wants to expel you. So you better get good grades"

-- by a teacher in the school.

Credits to the young couple who took the photo for us. (They were in their 20s, working adults)

Well, let me go straight to the point.

I recently found out that Temasek Junior College DOES NOT ALLOW students to forge relationships that are intimate.

WHICH in other words, gals and guys, you CANNOT hold hands with your best friends, hug, or even do any gestures of affection which are PRIVATE & PERSONAL.

CASE STUDY:

a guy touched a girl's head or hair.

The teacher of TJC: "you should restraint yourselves and not do such things. Disciplinary actions will follow the next time I catch you"

HAHA people, and I thought my parents were conservative.

Well, you implement your lousy ideas/cultures in your own boring and dull life, but do not force it upon your students?

This were the meanings I have  found in the dictionary that I guess was most suitable (but yet STILL ridiculous) to penalize the students for.

THIS implies that your relationships must either be the most fundamental of relationships, or just "classmates" or "schoolmates".

Here comes the important message.

Quoting from the teacher of the school, having the above relationship with anyone shows that YOU HAVE NO VALUES.

So calling out to Americans who are proud of your girlfriends/ boyfriends or relationships, CALLING OUT TO ALL TEENAGERS WHO give warm hugs to your peers, it is too bad you do not have values.

I will be fair and give the school the benefit of the doubt, that after all , PERHAPS they are deserving of the "good reputation" they would protect at all costs.

Say, perhaps they weren't unreasonable like I mentioned in the above. (I must be ridiculous) 

Perhaps their take on intimacy is:

That's reasonable right? Sexual behaviors should not be tolerated in schools or OUTSIDE schools for that matter, especially in school attire.

I absolutely agree.

Well if my current interpretation of the school rule is right, well then they OBVIOUSLY fail to teach their staff on how to CORRECTLY implement the school rules.

The above, is a letter of complaint filed by, as you can see, a very "wise" middle aged adult (a HOD of the school). 

P.S He was also an outstanding adult that does not understand the law the protects us against "invasion of privacy" and "harrasment".

If you were too lazy to read the above, let me summarize the absurd letter.

Firstly, I was an outsider to the school. Secondly, the venue of what happened was also OUTSIDE the school compounds.

Me and my boyfriend were having a casual lunch during his lunch break.

Let me emphasize that we were both students aged 17, and it was OUTSIDE the school compounds.

According to the HOD himself, he approached us to warn us, telling us to exercise self-restraint.

He obviously got the wrong side of things, we are not entirely sure who's the dog here that needs a leash.

He himself identified ALL of our actions during our LUNCH MEAL.

He took the word "harassment" to a whole new level. (He so proudly identified himself as a HOD too.)

 

1)He disturbed us by approaching us and speaking to us in a demanding and unpleasant tone.

2) he pestered us by seating himself nearby and gave us troubling looks and watched us repeatedly.  (In fact, it wasn't repeatedly, it was continuously or in simple terms THE WHOLE TIME)

Talk about "weird uncles".

We had no privacy throughout our lunch.

Or I should say, lunches.

He came AGAIN, on another day.

He did exactly the same thing, but this time, he ... Let me quote him using his exact words, you will understand my concern towards the sanity of this man.

"This is the second time I have CAUGHT you. just incase you didn't know, i am a HOD of your school. Please show me your IC"

So he himself has identified all our SMALL GESTURES and have stated ALL of them in the letter. 

That man was relentless.

basically, he invaded our privacy, AND self righteously harassed us then PROCEED TO COMPLAIN.

Trust me, I was stupefied when he identified himself as a HOD of the school.

I would never have known.

In his letter, he mentioned his concerns.

1. STOMP

Guys, what is stomp? It is a website used by immature people to "expose" or "publicize" shocking behaviors. 

Who uses stomp and what is the purpose of this site? Does it have a legal educative purpose, or is it a prevention measure against unacceptable behaviors? 

Or is it merely a site that any persons who decides to witness an episode of drama or anyone who tries to earn a little cash (that was what I heard), could use it to their own benefits, regardless good or bad?

A HOD of the school actually entertains such sites? He actually fears the school reputation would be as weak as to be ruined by such sites?

Anyway, in this situation, his actions probably amount to more value in STOMP. 

Here's a STOMP photo:

Even I can't be bothered my people like this oh, and he called himself an educator. (The HOD is probably not such a rare species)

2. Complaint

Does the school actually entertain ALL complaints? Are all complaints reasonable? Well I didn't know the school doesn't have a backbone (according to your HOD), as they admit to the faults anyone accuse them of committing.

Let's say if my mom complains to the school  saying:

"WHY DIDNT YOU TEACH MY SON, A STUDENT OF YOURS, NOT TO HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!"

So will the school actually tell the parent

"Oh I'm so sorry, I'll take actions immediately and send a watch team to your son 24/7. We will ensure he has no girlfriend whether inside, or outside school"

My point is:

Will he actually entertain such complaints? He probably would, because he agrees with the complaint.

"Great" minds think alike, don't they?

How do complains spoil the image of the school.

Especially in such cases, when the complain is invalid? Our actions as he has so "kindly" listed out, were far from inappropriate.

And we are 17. if the public didn't understand that the students were responsible of their own actions OUTSIDE of school, they are pretty immature.

And to entertain their complains, the school has only shown that they too agree they should keep a watch of students outside the school compounds and they are responsible of what they think or do OUTSIDE of school? 

If the school actually believes it would be able to tarnish their reputation, then it probably would.

As long as they are wearing their school attire they become a student and when they're not they aren't anymore?

Then I was wondering, the school has a prestigious reputation don't they? 

Why did a Head Of Dumb-people (HOD) actually exist in the school?

Then I realize my boyfriend's form teacher was pretty much worst.

IF my boyfriend had heard her correctly, which he would have,

His form teacher implied that we were desperate and she said

"You craved each other physically so much that you can do this in public"

Why were we condemned by her just because we showed each other love by small touches and gestures. They were as innocent as the touching of hands or holding hands!

WHAT HAS BECOME OF THE GENERATION OF ADULTS? (Or perhaps it's just Temasek junior college)

This is an article obtained online. I am obviously not the only one who thinks our actions aren't inappropriate or unacceptable.

The link of the blog is also there, if you wanna view it.

I obtained another opinion from online too.

Basically? I have proven my point.

That H.O.D should learn to respect himself and others. He should mind his own business.

And to the form teacher who later said that

"If you are expelled, I wouldn't help you" - to my boyfriend, I hope you realize we do not need or want the help of someone as closed minded and unreasonable as you.

How were our actions overboard? 

BREACH OF THE SCHOOL RULES?

Remember I gave the school the benefit of the doubt? That their "prestigious" reputation was deserving by them?

I was wrong. Wrong is an understatement.

The school did the following.

1) threaten to suspend and EXPEL my boyfriend for what we did in the hawker centre. (Within our rights)

2)forced him into writing a termination letter to terminate our relationship, prevent us from meeting AROUND the school compounds, which means OUTSIDE the school. If caught, expelled.

Need I say more?

It is no wonder that my boyfriend misses his school dearly. 

His only school he'll be proud of: 

Victoria School

My boyfriend is a person who would be thankful and proud of his own school. 

THANKFULLY? VS is holding an event and he could get a break of the hell hole he's in.

Ofcourse, only IF the school deserved his loyalty.

Let's not bother ourselves over that school.

I won't even listen to their ridiculous rules and requirements.

Do me a favor, help me spread this story:

 If people wanted to go to Temasek Junior college, they should be NUNs and MONKs.

Sorry, TJC, I'm not a nun. 

And according to one of your teachers, I do not have values, because I was touching my boyfriend's hand.

Ask me anything or tell me any of your comments if need be people.

They threatened my boyfriend with expulsion and suspension.

I wanted to ask your opinions.

"You from VS ah? Your standard don't look like" --- what his teacher said. (My boyfriend was a very proud Victorian)

Please tell which standards of a teacher does she posses? Verbally abusing a student , being personal about them.

Excuse me woman, HE IS FROM THE SCHOOL no matter how that fact upsets you. 

Keep your mouth shut and act like a teacher.

Ask.fm: @qtpx

I would like to say that this post is bothe drafted and posted by me, no other person involved. I fully recognize the fact that I cannot go against an entire organization, the above is just a recount. None of my words should be taken personally as we can all agree to a disagree.

Lastly, I wish to bring down no one. If a comment is unpleasant, it is only because I'm angry.

Thank you for reading people.

22 May 2015

Singapore