An Inspiring Post

A loooon post ahead.

Last post on me life was still back in June and it is 8th of July already!!

First up, the World Cup season. For some strange reason, GOOD things always happen for me during this period. I went to Japan for a grand total of 4 times in 2014, one time to OKINAWA where everything started. In 2010 I went to Korea for a month’s of summer school and also then EVERYTHING started. In 2006 I was preparing for Polytechnic graduation and more Anime/Manga in me life, another foundation for EVERYTHING later on. 2002, I got invited to a really dear teacher’s house and the bunch of us watched the match between Korea and Japan (notice how Korea and Japan became the two most influential countries to me later on). 1998, I actually took part in my first soccer match and won Silver, love for soccer grew even more. 1994, I entered primary school. 1990, me was 3 and you can also say that many of my amazing friends whom I met later in life was born the same year too. World Cup 1986, me was preparing to be born the next year.

This is all so strangely related eh.

McDonalds’ World Cup special this round. Friend chicken balls with pizza sauce within.


It is really strange but somehow tastes good.


Been having ALL my meals with my parents these days. Like a make up for all those lost time. I used to think that my parents were one of my worst aspect. These days I am getting all the goodness due to them.

Back in late June, during one of the days where I took paid leaves to protest against my ex-boss bullying, my Mum told me this thing. That she used to feel really alone when we all left her alone at home on the weekends.

Honestly I don’t think I was that wrong, but there, this sticky dense energy just left us.

Seriously, good thing, bad thing, who knows. I still think that my boss was a horrible bitch, and opportunity can come in more benevolent ways, but my protest got me to stay home and that opened a window for my Mum and me to clear things.

It took me till 31, facing an impending job loss and when my Mum had a surgery at 71 to finally clear things. You see my story today, now that you are reading it. At the end of the day, be clear about what truly matters. Don’t leave this world with regret. Don’t leave things that you can clear to day till you never get the chance.


Ok, this post is also gonna just go in bits here and there, according to the photos.

So, bagpack of my 6 year old. INSANELY RAD.

Do I miss my work?? Given what happened on my last day, I lost all sense of lingering feeling. Maybe not towards Teacher B, but that is just it is.

Surely it will be unseemly if I demand a ball be prepared for me. But really, when folks don’t have the basic humanity to be nice on someone’s last day… it really takes the cake.

So, little J was not himself that day (nope, he didn’t know that I was leaving) and he got aggressive towards the end of the class. Apparently he found out how to control the room’s fan speed via the fan controller and got very possessive over it. Other kids were just being curious and the only way they can join in the fun was going for the main switch.

J started declaring that he is gonna beat whoever interferes.

It seemed harmless until he tried going around to punch others and kick their privates. He was so mad, he did the same to his Dad when his Dad came to pick him up.

Since I don’t have an assistant teacher (likely my ex-boss way of making things difficult for me in bid for me to resign myself) I did the best thing of standing in between J and the rest.

It worked until J thought it was a good idea to smash the fan controller on my head till the back cover flew out.

I do wish all attacks from kids are soft, but not for this. The bruising lasted for more than a week, still hurting a little now.

How my company treated me was another colleague reprimanding me like a criminal by demanding that why didn’t I stop J, then questioning the children on what *REALLY* happened.

Surely I can press on but I chose to leave. My final say that the result of my ex-boss bullying has finally resulted in a preventable incident.

A cheque had already been passed to me but needing to prove herself, I was harassed over text to go see a doctor or that I would have to have my pay docked. The good thing was really that the cheque was banked into my account and I returned the office key to Translator S and she helped passed it back.

I don’t know what ex-boss san was trying to prove all these while. I would have gladly go if she ask me to. I get that I have the least number of students, and on a personal level, maybe she just don’t like that I am on the outspoken side towards her. I need not be a professional analyst, but I can see that our (now theirs) centre is likely to be in some financial trouble. Not that we were (now them) bad or anything. The centre is a new brand and there are only this much people in Singapore.

So many thing were unnecessary. Such as one time I was tasked to write out a SCRIPT on how a cucumber differ from a banana in English and poor Translator S have to go edit my English (as if any editing was ever needed). So crazy. So much time wasted and so many unpleasantness grew.

Folks asked me before to clarify myself, my point is, people don’t always want to know THE truth. And it is not my job to force it on them. They are probably better off with their versions of the story. Arguing with them will be a no-end matter, I will probably end up exhausted and more vexed than ever.

And who knows, the new teacher might be such a good fit, everyone regret not meeting him/her earlier.

My ex-boss did 3 nice things for me. Hiring me, sending me to Japan and finally asking me to GTFO.

My birth details Mum found. I was a long babY!



Sponge cake made with brown sugar from Okinawa.


Wanted to relace my pink highlighter and got these whole series. Can’t wait to do more artpeaces with them. Heeheehee~~~


I was loving this until I saw chicken skin under the bread crumbs. Almost died.


So I got $20 off on these from Translator S and I’s vouchers. Only to take a $31 taxi ride home. My stuff also slid off my cart. A young man ran over to carry things up for me, a grandma about 80 followed me a bit for she was so worried and some folks can’t help but giggled. I almost wanted to join in the laughing, just that it didn’t make sense. ROFL!!

Figured out that I will be printing and binding a lot of stuff and while what I paid won’t be cheaper to do it at the print shop in my old school, things will still be hella convenient, especially if my new work schedule gets back to Monday – Friday.

Thought red overs and while binders were cool until I put them together. Not really matchy-matchy!!


Finally dinned at Central Hong Kong Cafe after nearly a year.



Seriously, sometimes it is best to write down an action plan, if not we might just never get to go do that something.


I think only Chu knows who I am talking about, and speaking of which, I really think friends are people who will honour you. I get that at times we get a bit pushy if we think that we are doing a friend good, but this very same goodness is also something that people use as an excuse to abuse their others.

I am tempted to type the following in Chinese to show the drama but here it goes in Eigo.

If someone who calls themselves a friend cannot see my hardwork and giving, then they are really not my friend.

Chu is someone who tags me in random Youtube video that talks about dream becoz she have THAT much love for me. I used to oversleep and call for breakfast delivery, but KNOWING that Chu had sent before her well wishes for me to get the hell out, for my own good, I now go out to get ALL my breakfast.

I still want to walk back into Hamahiga Island, as a well wishing prayer to Chu. I know the Kami sama don’t need me to do that and also it has a lot to do with my own vanity, but still I honour Chu that way.

I get that there is only sO much we can do for others, but really, for your own dignity, please don’t come calling yourself MY friend when you can even be proud to let others know that we are friends on FB. Also I don’t keep these kind of human toxic on my FB.


2nd last day at work.

It is funny and here it goes. I felt that I have no more to teach my ex-kids. They have given me a lot too. Like re-living my life again. The curriculum I used to teach is originally rooted in helping Japanese kids pass primary school entrance exam. And now, all of your ex-teacher is sitting for a class to prepare her for the year end JLPT.

It felt surreal.

I have been wanting to take the preparatory course since 2012. First time lack of students at my old school. Then all the waffling on my part. Again in 2015 but started too late and totally didn’t revise.


I did you people proud.


I have noticed that I have gotten wayyyy more calmer than before. My Mum is having many moments of WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?! She is of coz happy beyond believe that I have gotten so lovely, yet it is so unbelievable that she wants to make sure that I wasn’t faking it.

One thing was, she was rather upset that why didn’t I make myself clear when ex-boss belt out chain and chain of accusations. Frankly I was frustrated, but I don’t want to be a person who type a lot things in text but could not do so in real life. I did invite my ex-boss for a real life talk. She did so by dragging in everybody in and pretended to talk about our classing schedule.

And sometimes arguing with an idiot makes YOU look like one too. By mid-April I was barred out of all meetings already, but in ex-boss san’s clarification of my “poor work performance”, she stated that I chose NOT to help in their new classes. Then she changed it to it is her SOLE opinion of me not being good enough. Had I argued, I will have to do it twice. Very tiring and most importantly bring forth nothing.

What I felt ex-boss san need is either proper memory training or a good look into her own character, if she was really lying and trying to trick me into feeling bad.

Did I mentioned that she enrolled her own son into my class all these while?? I would wager that it is difficult to explain to her boy why she placed him in a poor teacher’s class and/or the actual reason of why I was not there anymore.

In a way I learned about kindness from my previously workplace. Of coz we shouldn’t go around giving and drain ourselves. But it is also true that sometimes we created our own monsters.


Breakfast with parents have been nothing but a bliss.

And again Dad shared this story. I remember hearing it before but hearing it in this stage of maturity was different. It was sO much that I release all the resentment I had towards my parents.

I think by now those close around figured out that my parents are at a grandparents’ age to me. While they did their best, growing up, bro and me had hoped that they did something different.

And so, back in his late 20s, one time to impress the visiting boss, Dad and a younger colleague went up some parts of a ship to paint. Due to negligence from workers on another ship, their platform was knocked over and Dad’s colleague felt and died on the spot. Dad managed to jumped on some other thing and almost died too.

They went to court and for some while Dad was unable to sleep after seeing how the poor colleague died. His wife was pregnant at that time too.

I don’t know why but I finally see that my Dad did his best with his life. He really gave his best, although their parenting is not the best fit to bro and me. Also at this time I had many talks with Mum and she told me a lot of stories too.

They just did their best and no longer was I living in the “should haves, could haves.” And no guys, there was no radical change on their side still, but I am at peace.

I don’t know why.

And I hope that whoever reading this can find all the resolutions you need in your life.



Emperor and Empress at Hina Matsuri.


Look at my version!!

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Was looking through my old books and found this. ROOKIES is my favourite drama/movie to date.


The boys left the same and different people.

Each time I finish a school term or work or travel or anything, I consider it my blessing to be able to leave the same but different person. ❤

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First book I binded. Shouldn’t it be “bound”???


Super thankful and grateful to be in Ikoma. ❤ They still have Eigo translation which is a great, great help. I used to think that it is best to have EVERYTHING in Japanese. But if I am not ready, it won’t work.


And HOLY!! I got these wonderful stickers online!! ❤ I might be wrong but it is so difficult to find affordable stickers in shops.



But too bad that the hearts and stars stickers weren’t cut properly and half of the sheet gets torn if I try to get them out. It is $1 for 6 sheets though. So, I am trying to use as much as possible.


My Mum always tell me that the most adorable thing about my Dad is the way he eats. xD

I think my Mum is quite pretty and she also resembles Naoto. The guy in red.

Finally went to West Coast Park. It is sO good to go out during the weekends again. The atmosphere is just different.





Cannonball tree. FOR REAL.


Lotsa cotton. I shall go harvest them someday.


Interesting bug.


Liking cute stuff a lot these days.


Interestingly, at this moment, now that I am end of the post, I felt that I have did another final release of what happened and I feel freer.

So many new things and I can’t wait to share it with everyone lovely!! ❤ ❤ ❤

Love and light to everyone.


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