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Wendy Chung. 13 August 1990. QUT – BNE,AUS .
♥’s: cows, beach, swim, party, dance, movies, reading, new places, sushi, pink, shopping, baking, enjoying life to the fullest and novels are my favourite things.
Tuesday 19 August 2008
To my dearest Grandma, may yu rest in peace

Hi Grandma,

I hope yu are reading this from above. Yu left us today at 9.00 a.m. to be closer to God. We know yu will be watching over all of us from above, to guide us through hard times and to be there with us every step of the way. I'm sorry for all the hard times I had caused yu when I was little - running around trying to feed me and take care of Andy, Cindy and I while Mum and Dad were at work. I'm glad I was able to go home and see yu. I'm glad we got to spend time together when I was home. Yu still seemed so happy and energetic, but yu've been sick and I know that one day, eventually, yu would leave us. It is all just so hard to believe, its too soon for yu to go and I dont want yu to go but this is not my decision to make. Everyone said yu seemed at peace , I guess yu were ready to go. I'm sorry I wasnt there during the last moments of yur life and I'm sorry I wont be there to send yu off but I will be there to see yu when I get home. I know yu're in the safe hands of God and your heart is at peace. Thats what matters most. Grandma, I know yu will always be with me to watch over me, to accompany me when I'm lonely and to guide me when I'm lost.

Grandma, I love yu and I miss yu so much, we all do, especially Granddad.

May yu rest in peace

Wednesday 13 August 2008
On this day today

Dear Diary,

Once again this year is another birthday spent away from home. A birthday without any of my loved ones around is just no birthday. This year's birthday marks an important day in my entire life. This birthday was a different birthday, a lonely birthday. This birthday was not spent at home but out with friends. This birthday i had no dinner with a family, no birthday cake and no birthday wish. This birthday was celebrated by having lunch with friends and gifts from bartenders. This birthday's highlights were the complementary drinks at the pubs. This birthday i had left over lunch for dinner. This birthday i had dinner alone in my room. This birthday i got a call from home, telling me to enjoy myself and that everyone back home loves me. This birthday i knew that everyone at home were sick. This birthday just makes me miss home so much more.

With this birthday, i know that i am 18. With this birthday, i know that a birthday is just like any other day of the year. With this birthday, i know i that i should not fuss about not having a cake. With this birthday, i should know that a cake does not mean anything. With this birthday, i should understand that i am old enough not to believe in birthday wishes. With this birthday, all i could recall were the drinks i had. With this birthday there was no small celebration at home. With this birthday, i knew it was going to be a quiet one.

But with this birthday, all i ever wished for was to have a small quiet dinner with people i see every morning when i get up and every night when i go to bed. But with this birthday, i wanted to have the people closest to me here sing me a birthday song. But with this birthday, i hoped for a cake, a candle for me to wish on. But with this birthday, i was not able to wish for the good health and well being of my family.

All i want now is to be close to home, to hear Mum and Dad's voice, a kiss from my baby sister and a hug from both Andy and Cindy.

Happy 18th . . .


Sunday 3 August 2008
Birthday

Happy Birthday My Dearest Larriee!

I've know yu for ages and
I only remember celebrating yur bithday with yu once.
I am so sorry.
Will make it up to yu when i get back alright?
i heart my heart (: hhheeee

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Saturday 2 August 2008
Birthday

Happy Birthday My Phoebeliciousness


I love yu oh so mucchhh! and i miss yu to the core.
I wonder what yu did on yur birthday and
I wonder what i would have done with yu,
if i were there with yu.
I miss yu womannn!

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Friday 1 August 2008
Keep yur kids away from Bananas

I was reading my textbook on child development regarding the different types of psychologist and theorist. I came across John Watson. He was inspired by a Russian psychologist, Ivan Pavlov’s studies of animal learning. The theory of behaviourism – directly observerable events that links stimuli and responses. Pavlov is the guy who trained his dogs so salivate at the sound of a bell by pairing it with the presentation of food.

Watson wanted to try this theory out on kids. So he taught Albert, an 11-month-old baby, to fear a soft white rat – by presenting it several times with a sharp, loud sound, which naturally scared the baby. When Albert first saw the rat, he would eagerly reach out and touch the little fury fella. But now, he turns away and begins to cry whenever he sees the rat.

This sorta reminded me of the talk i had with Uri, Sufi, Larrie and Kevin over at Coffeebean regarding the banana. Its scares me to even wonder how we bring up our child would affect their whole life. Yikes!