It’s not everyday you capture shots like these.

Warning: The following may be disturbing, or even nauseating, to those who are averse to geckos. View the pictures at your own risk.

i love my darling pebs.

Stepping out of comfort zone

It’s only the 2nd week of school, and the 2nd day of the week. And man, I am feeling all worn out already.

Mondays and Tuesdays have to be the craziest days of the week. TGIW(ednesday) tomorrow, and the rest of the week isn’t that bad too. I am prying my eyes wide open to last till my night class. * y a w n s * n e e d c o f f e e *

School thus far brought me to make several hard choices and decisions. Some good, some bad.

Keep in mind: Reputation breeds success. And the otherwise is true even though you may get lucky once or twice and have people wipe your ass. Because luck is a highly unreliable companion, I believe in working for the things I want.

Guilt. I apologise; but I have too many things at hand to be picking crumbs.

On a different note.

Do you resist initiations to new interactions? Afraid to engage and commit in real work? Languid in meeting new people?

I don’t think it is being xenophobic. Just that it’s so much easier to curl up in your comfort zone. The simple lack of drive to rise up to challenges, to do something out of routine.

The only way to get out of this, is to listen to your inner voice and force yourself to do the things you want not to. Chances are, they will turn out better than you expect them to be.

Live it up, babe.

with love.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RUTH BABE!

 

I know I suck. School has started and I haven’t meet up with you yet.
Take care meanwhile, hun. Love.

the force to inertia

Maybe we aren’t meant to be in bliss. ‘Cause each time we do, we seem to engage in new activities that will tilt the equilibrium.

Till we learn to be self-contented, the wilful exploration seems much more enticing. Maybe, just maybe we’ll chance upon something even better. 

Drama mama.

After two decades of SBC/Mediacorp-ing, you’ll grow to realise that prime time Channel 8 dramas have the most cliché lines.

I was watching Pierre Png do his thing in the current 9pm drama, Honour and Passion and man, even though it was disgustingly cliché, it made all girls go… I want a man like that! (Or at least I thought so. Urps.)

The protagonist would be selfless and your typical SNAG. He would do a gazillion things for the girl he likes, AND these would be done behind her back (‘cause it would be less meaningful if the girl is aware). Of course, the girl wouldn’t know and would only find out towards the end of the show (maybe the last third episode) and in the last episode, they’ll bound to end up together and live happily ever after.

Perfect! The best part is watching them go in circles and in somewhat complete oblivion of how the other party feels. ‘Cause what comes after will inevitably be along the line of,

I really love you. You have tortured me enough all these while. I am serious about this. I really want to be with you.

Woah. Hmmm. Eh. Shudder. Ack.

But hell, if someone I love comes armed with those words, I’ll pounce on him immediately and kiss him silly. Heh. Seriously, I think, being me, I will cry. Of joy, of course. That’s like fairytale lar. Haha.

Of course, this is only fantasy. They are called DRAMA for a reason.

I will just be content with a guy who loves me wholeheartedly, and it doesn’t have to be spoken. Actions speak louder.

P.S. Honour and Passion is freaking propaganda anyway. You can extract snippets from the show and it will be like watching some SAF adverts, with storyline no less. Nice try.

A life lived in fear, is a life half lived.

I feel like a 14 years old now.

Where anything and everything is possibility.

Where your life is like a fresh notebook ready to be scribbled, written, folded or even tore.

But I am not 14.

‘Cause life wouldn’t have taught me that, passion without knowledge is as good as none.

I’m all charged up and ready to make the difference.

My lesson from school thus far, fear.

Many times, we fear. Most of the times, we are afraid of things that cannot hurt us.

Fear of failing. Fear of looking stupid. Fear of humiliation.

Rational or not, we fear because we treasure the outcome. But if we don’t give it a shot, we already failed. This is why fear is a powerful emotion. It causes you to fail at the things that are most important to you. 

But we do not overcome fear by eliminating it. We do so by managing it; by acknowledging that we fear, but will still go ahead and give it a try.

The other lesson DDB taught me.

that’s freedom from fear, freedom to fail, freedom from chaos and freedom to be.

And I suddenly miss these folks. Hope everyone’s doing great.

Just an update. My technopreneurship lesson went better than I expected. It’s like attending some entrepreneurship motivation class, or at least I take it to be so. And with Little Red Heels in mind, it did make my time there more purposeful.

Xiang! Jackie! We need to get together like ASAP!

This is totally random but I truly do love my Little Red Heels. : ) 

bliss.

Academic life continues…

Second day of school and I took a cabbbbbb. I ought to be spanked. I promise to be on time the rest of this week month. Grr.

4 hours of break. 2 hours down.

Somehow, I am rather apprehensive of my technopreneurship module later on today. I consider myself pretty brave to be taking a 100% project based module a l o n e. *shudders* I am praying for nice project mates. Or at least, people who are willing to work.

Slow in realising perhaps, but it has became blatant over the course of my academic years that the willingness to work is just as important, if not more important, as the ability to work. Cause there always exist self centered beings who leeched off others’ work knowingly and worse still, pretend they know it all and did it all. Blah.

Sorry I bitched. 

Anyhow, I discovered some false pride in being a year 4 (read: honours) student here at CNM. ‘False’ because there really isn’t anything to be that proud about. But I am secretly enjoying the kick of calling myself a year 4 student. Right now, the decision to stay for another year seems like the wisest I’ve made in my whole academic life.

I am having good feelings about it. Let’s hope it stays this way. : )

Loving n o w .

I love my friends. Including the one who goes:

hey babe, send me a mms of your new crop now!

And I love my dog. Even though she peed on my new bedsheets just 3 days into moving in.

Last but not least, I love my life.

Lessons starts from 12pm and ends on 9pm on Tuesdays, with 4 hours of break in between.

No, I am not complaining.

This semester, Min is going to be straight As student.

Yes, she doesn’t have a choice.

Lurveeeee. : )

Retrospecting: Moving on

Perhaps I got it all wrong. This whole thing about closure and moving on. 

Maybe it is about what you take away, and not what you left behind.  

Because when you dwell on what’s left behind, you’ve inevitably took into consideration the opinion of others. Which in some cases, the opinions do not matter, in part because what you left behind will be swiftly forgotten.

In such cases, being egocentric isn’t that bad. Learn from the experience, good or bad. Concentrate on your personal growth. 

At least I learnt that it can be is a dog eat dog world out there. Sneaky and pretentious. Not so much the survival of the fittest, or maybe yes, if fittest is defined as who plays the game the best. 

Of course, I am not suggesting you join their ranks but be cautious ‘cause chances are, you can’t run from such people. And surely, there are exceptions to these cases where everyone loves everyone, or are at least sincere.   

I am thankful for the friendships I’ve forged. People I know I can always count on and whom would bitch about sneaky pretentious people together.  

In MQ’s words, I believe in karma.