Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Oh! The previous post was post number 1,600! *pops the champagne

Anyway.. After 3 years in university, I've come to realise the three things I hate to hear from project mates:

1) I dunno how to do! Can't find enough information!
2) This topic sucks. Let's do another one instead. (but doesn't provide any suitable alternative suggestions)
3) I'm very busy! Have no time!

Incidentally.. I had the good fortune of experiencing all three just this past week.

On another note, 3 more weeks to exams! Time flies really. Looking forward to the end of the term.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

My unhealthy food log. (following chloe's footsteps)

1) Ba Zhang (x)
2) Kinder Bueno (x)
3) Jabriel's haribos (x)
4) 1 entire box of sugar-free Strawberry Ricolas (x)
5) 1 packet of apple sour sticks (x)

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Monday, March 17, 2008

I also want to ___________. Fill in the blank with the string of things I want to do, like go on an adventure, backpack, trek, climb a mountain, ride a Vespa, go snowboarding, skiing, work overseas, be enriched by brilliant minds, etcetera etcetera etcetera.

Sometimes, when I look at people's pictures, my peers who are achieving so much more than me, I get a little tense. I don't doubt that tinge of jealousy.

But then I calm my heart. I breathe, I take my time. These things will come, slowly. I'm not as lucky to be born with plenty of factor endowments but with time and effort, maybe I'll be able to start living those dreams.

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Saturday, March 15, 2008

I was last Easter!

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

You know, my mom rocks. I mean, I've known it all along but sometimes it takes other people to remind me that she really does rock.

I realised that all my life, she's never really said no to anything (Except for dangerous things like, going diving, sitting on a motorcycle, going trekking, going overseas alone, most of which she eventually came around and let me go anyway). No, nothing at all. I wanted to go for exchange, ok. I wanted to study overseas post A levels, no problem. Go ahead and apply for it. I wanted to study in VJC. She didn't say anything, although secretly she wanted me to go to raffles instead.

And now, I'm going to Shanghai for an internship for about a month, starting end July. It's still pretty far away, but she's already called up her travel agent friend to source for air tickets (that travel period is tough - Olympics round the corner) and also asked friends with chinese contacts for help looking at apartments in shanghai that are near my workplace. Usually when i travel i usually handle these things myself, but this time round she's been very proactive.

When i went to europe, she came along as well. I dont know if its because she was worried that i'd have problems living alone, or because she wanted to see prague and germany, or maybe a little bit of both. i want to believe its the latter, but i have a strong gut feel its most likely the former - and a huge part at that. I guess to her i'm still a little girl. in fact i have an sms from her to prove it -

"U always my little girl"

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Monday, March 03, 2008

Something from an email I read a while ago...

When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world;
yet, gentle enough to give comfort

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times comes from her children

I gave her a hardness that allows
her to keep going when everyone else gives up,
and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any
and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults
and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths
and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.
This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.

You see: The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart
the place where love resides.

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To read list

Don Quijote by Miguel De Cervantes
East and West by Christ Patten
Hong Kong by Jan Morris
Le Peau de chagrin by Honoré de Balzac
1984 by George Orwell


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