I have lowered my criterias for the perfect guy…
No 5Cs - cash, car, condominium, credit card, career.
Just no drinking, smoking, gambling and womanising.
I doubt I can find these type of guys at bars, pubs or lounges.
Guys don’t go to bars to meet potential girlfriends; they go to get laid.
I’ll have better luck at the quiet and “interaction-unfriendly” libraries.
So, invite me for any outing except places with overflowing booze.
Prices of houses are up again. About SGD2000 for an unfurnished 3 bedroom unit.
The more I go house viewing the more I’ve come to appreciate the current house I’m staying in.
I don’t think I should waste anymore $$$ on house viewing.
Time and time again, God knows best. Thank Him and my roomie.
Secretive ain’t I?
Bloody polite ain’t I?
That’s because I’m just sick of you comparing me and you
If your ego needs a boost, just think that you’re better than I am
If you’d like to dwell in your misery, just think that you’re worse off than I am
I don’t give a damn because I have a life to live
When I had a busy life, I thought it was stressful
Now that my life has come to a standstill, I find it boring
When I was healthy, I had days when I wake up wishing I was sick
When I’m sick, I wake up praying that the pain and discomfort will be gone soon
When I had people who cared for me, I didn’t know how to tell them how much I appreciated them
When I am alone now, I wish they were by my side
I was searching was a good Korean phrase to best describe “give up”.
Instead, I found that some wise man out that has coined the phrase “the world belongs to dreamers and those who challenge themselves”.
It reminded me of who I was two years ago.
My folks had no extra cash for me to go on an exchange programme.
I was not even once on the dean’s list yet at that time.
But I weighed every option I have based on the information given by students who came back from their stint.
I spent about a year collecting this information by forcing myself to mix with strangers and dreaming of the imposible.
When it came to application time, I had to askpermission three to four times just to apply for a full scholarship to South Korea (my plan B) and placed all my hopes on getting a partial scholarship to Hong Kong (my plan A).
With the help of many and the Hand above, I got plan B and I was told that since I got plan B, they’ll redraw my plan A application to be fair to other students.
Within a matter of months, I found myself in a country where most of the people don’t understand English, Malay and Mandarin.
I had nothing to fear monetary wise but I always felt that I had to justify my worthiness.
When Korean alphabets were still like drawings to me, I wanted to write essays and diaries that best describe me and my feelings. I even forced myself to chat in Korean, all because I wanted to assimilate into the society.
When I was asked to present on Malaysian international trade and economy, I cried because I felt what I have prepared could not match my international peers especially those who has economic-related degrees.
Was all the bloody sweat and tears worth it? YES.
Besides experiencing four seasons, travelling Korea extensively and having international friendships, the experience gave me confidence.
When I came back, I went on to score two dean’s list in my final year as well as headed 3 publications of the international office supplement and one edition of the campus newspaper.
More importantly, I also met many many wonderful people along my journey. Thank you for being there with me.
And today, thank you JL. Thank you for your call in the wee hours of dawn.
Don’t worry about me, my friend. I think I’ll be able to handle Plan B II.
Two years ago, you shared my happiest days.
Two years ago, you comforted me through my sorrows.
Two years ago, we built castles in the sky.
I miss you, my friend.
Glad to know that you are happy and well.
I have never eaten so many mooncakes in my life till this year. I’ve relished in those with double yoke and even got to eat some “high class” type with champange truffle courtesy of my bosses and clients.
Chinatown (where I work) and Clark Quay (near where I work) are beautifully lighted with lantern decorations with the 12 Zodiacs and Chinese fable characters.
Mid-autumn festival mood is in the air…
However, the air is cooler here not due to changes in the season but rain.
The sky turned darker early today not because it is autumn but because of forming rain clouds.
Earlier, I saw so many parents with their little children at Clark Quay.
This is the fifth year I am not with my family during my Chinese lunar birthday.
All because of pursuing a future that I cannot see.
This reminds me of what my Msian friend said on Fri.
“I am so happy to be able to buy a pomelo (she loves it) but it is sad as I can’t share it with my family,” she said.
Hitting 24 really makes me feel that I have left my childhood behind for good.
Ever since I landed myself in Singapore, all I have been thinking of is budgeting and saving, how much I family time that I’ve sacrificed these few years all in the pursuit of “leaving the bird’s nest” experience and how regretful I feel for giving up the opportunity of pursuing my unfulfilled dreams this year.
To keep myself motivated, I’d like to save SGD5,000 before I reach 25, to pay my parents back for all the sweat and tears they dumped in my undergraduate studies (though, I don’t think they only spend such a small amount). So excuse me friends, I am sorry if you think that I am a pauper or miser but I won’t be spending SGD25-30 for Spanish meals by Clark Quay or anything equivalent.
My parents never had such privilege in life and I think it is time for me to start paying them back for their sacrifices in my life.
I’ve been working in Singapore for three and a half month’s now but I have only SGD500 in savings. Another SGD4,500 to go. Now I really know how my parents feel.
Happy Birthday to me…
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken probably more than once and
it’s harder every time.
You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You’ll fight with your best friend.
You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures, laugh too much,and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.
Don’t be afraid that your life will end,be afraid that it will never begin.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.. Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so”.
-William Shakespeare
I have closed the most beautiful and exciting chapter of my years of studies.
When I was in USM last weekend for my convocation, I felt like I have left it 3 years ago even though I’ve only left USM for 3 mths.
I can only look back and wonder why I didn’t fully appreciate it when I had it.
I am sorry that I didn’t took the time to get to know some people better and I am forever grateful for those who shared my ups n downs there.
Thank you to all whom have been there for me for my convo from the troublesome part of collecting my robe for me, making the effort to get gifts for me, trying valiantly to pin me down for a "yam cha" session or just simply coming up to congratulate me.
I didn’t knew that I had ran an illustrious race until you made me realise it.
